by Scott, Talyn
Jayce placed her under one of the sprays and washed her hair. “Stop thinking so much, Bren just wants you beneath him. He’s waited. No, we’ve waited for considerably too long,” he massaged her scalp with bold fingertips. Expensive shampoo, she mused. It smelled divine as the silky, wet hair strands nestled across her back. She remained quiet, not fighting the intimacy of him washing her. After walking her out of the shower and away from Bren, Jayce dried her body and hair, not allowing her to do anything for herself.
Carefully, Jayce carried her and placed her in the middle of his bed, their bed, “Thirsty?”
“No thanks.”
“Do you need anything?”
“Not that I know of,” she looked outside and followed the path of stars that led to Fort Myers Beach.
“Do you feel secure?” It was imperative for his mate to feel protected while under his care, which was now permanent.
“Who wouldn’t feel safe when in the presence of two men, the size of skyscrapers?” Tatum brushed her hands over the luxurious sheets. They were not the proverbial black silk that graced the bachelor pads of the rich, but a deep coral that offset the soft Mediterranean décor. “This place is something else.”
“Do you feel at home here?” Jayce dropped the towel secured at his waist, prowled the length of the mattress, and braced his weight on his elbows and knees. He was over Tatum, his love. The soft curves of her body hotly pressed against the hard planes of his much larger one. She was so right he felt it in his soul. He licked the seam of her mouth, back and forth. Tatum arched into him and placed her small hands on his back. Bravely, he thought; she lowered her innocent hands and grabbed the muscled globes of his ass. Invading his mind, the smell of her feminine heat was calling to him.
Patient, he had to be patient for her, since she was essentially a novice. “Let me make love to you, honey. You would enjoy that, right?”
“Yes.” That sweet hitch in her voice went straight to his groin.
His cock throbbed to be inside her, and the fires of hell rippled across his skin. Jayce kissed the top of her sweet mound and snaked his tongue through the center of his mate, “Last chance honey. In about three minutes, Bren and I will be calling all the shots. Are you ready for a full commitment to us?” He had no doubt, he could seduce her; he needed a commitment, acceptance for a permanent relationship.
With every word, hot breath hit Tatum’s labia. Unashamedly, she pushed herself against his face. After a slow lick and a kiss to her hard clit, he asked for a response. “Your body is saying yes; however, I need to hear the words from your other lips,” he chuckled and held her firmly to the bed. “Look at me.” It was a command.
Tatum peeked under her lashes to see Jayce’s impressive shoulders bunched between her thighs. It was erotic as hell. The light hit the gold in his hair, and his eyes blazed with powerful passion. “Answer the question,” he ran his knuckles against her dripping lips to tantalize the correct response.
“Yes, please.”
“How polite, honey. Thank you for a gift that we will treasure for eternity. Well,” he seemed thoughtful, “you need to hold onto the headboard.”
“I have her.” Large hands caressed Tatum’s shoulders, as they pushed her body backward She was back to chest with Bren. “Tell me that you love me,” he whispered against her ear.
“How can you expect me to say that?” she moaned. Jayce had taken up residence between her thighs. The steel of his teeth hit her tight nub, and she jumped.
Bren wrapped his hands around her middle. “I thought you had her.” Jayce snapped.
“I’m too distracted,” he grabbed her wrists and placed them over her head. After two small clicks, Tatum tugged and tugged.
“What’s this all about?” she wasn’t ready for handcuffs.
“I nearly bit you,” Jayce ground out. “We can’t risk that happening, again. Besides, your submission will be a common thing between us. Sex is only as good as the trust and security it provides, especially three of us.”
“Listen,” she tried to sit up, impossible. “I can’t tell you that I love you. This marriage thing…uh, well, I can’t touch that thought. Submission and repeated sex, this is only one night.” Tatum closed her eyes. “You can unsnap me now.”
“Since I’m not removing the cuffs right away, because you’re not in charge here, let me recap the night’s progression.” The menace in Bren’s voice was unmistakable. He met her face - eye to eye - and placed a hand on each breast. “These beauties belong to us.” Further down they traveled, fingertips brushing silkily over her abdomen. “And this,” he breathed, as he dipped his tongue inside her navel, “will be where you carry our children. I’m not opposed to planting my seed there, soon. There is no time like the present; I hate waiting, don‘t you? Oh, let’s not forget these.” His strong fingers greedily gripped the globes of her ass, as he spread her against the cold sheets. “Earlier, I had my tongue in your darkest secret,” his grin was male, wolf-like. “Jayce and I have special places in our hearts for your sweet, heart-shaped bottom. I wax poetic with every glimpse. Shall I recite something for you?”
“No,” she croaked.
“Pity,” he murmured against the inside of her thigh. He had traveled south. “Ah yes, this is where it all starts with your succulent pussy. Your scent and your taste are with me, forever. Make no mistake,” he tapped her clit and snapped her attention. “This is private property, now. You’re off the market, no longer available.” Bren juiced two fingers inside Tatum’s sheath. She was ready, nice, and slick - but he still had to make his point. With a move that was brazenly called ‘the six pack’, Bren removed his two fingers, replaced them with his thumb and inserted his long, middle finger up her ass.
She didn’t have a chance to argue, since Jayce went to kiss her and place a hand on her abdomen to still her, simultaneously. A possessive and downright dirty move gave her a hint of ménage. “This,” he groaned, “will keep us together for the rest of our lives. We will live in your body,” he pulled out slightly, then plunged deeply. “We will love your body,” he licked the musky, sweaty crease of apex. “We will command your body.” She shuttered underneath him.
He had refused her last orgasm. This one put on hold, as well. “No more freebies tonight, Tatum,” he stroked her and gave a twist. He touched her spot, a spot deep inside her vagina that Troy could never have reached with his tongue. When Tatum was informed of their werewolf status, she would see how useful his tongue could be. Which was a tongue that could lengthen at will and reach within to unlock her passion. She was so tight, both holes. He sighed. Jayce should stretch her first, and he was Alpha. Nudging behind her knee, he sniffed and nipped. “You have the finest legs,” he praised. “I don’t want anyone else admiring these.” It would kill him; no, it would kill whoever looked at her. In the world of Weres it couldn’t be helped. Eventually, many would have to see her intimately.
With a tortured groan, Jayce pulled his lips from Tatum‘s. “Damn it Bren, you’re going to have me spent before I start.” He replaced his friend and grasped his mate’s ankles, spreading her open. She was rosy and dripped for him, for them.
“Please,” she met his stare. Her eyes were half-mast, heavy lidded with desire.
“Is this what you want?” Jayce placed an erection between her legs that landed firmly atop her pussy. Its heat seared her, and she wanted to taste it. Patiently, he slid it down, lowered the heavy weight to her opening.
“Yes, I want you,” she whimpered. She was going to blast off the minute he pushed inside her hot opening. In no way had she felt this before. Tatum was so deliciously sated, yet, thirsty for more. “I’ve wanted you, since that night you walked away,” she panted, as he teased her nether lips with his slick head.
“The night you turned me away?” he closed his eyes and entered an inch.
“Yes, that night I was sorry,” she pushed against him, gaining her another inch.
“So was I,” he met her inch. Little did sh
e know, that had a way to go before full entry.
She wasn’t able to reach down anymore, the handcuffs prevented it. “You confused me; I was afraid.”
He opened his eyes, brought her ankles to his shoulders, grasped her hips with his massive hands, and thrust all the way in. The suite filled with a universal groan; Jayce was plunged to the hilt. Tatum was full and throbbing. Bren was gripping his thighs, blowing out a breath to tamper down his wolf.
She took every bit of his length. By no means, had it happened before this. Only a true mate would be able to take the full length of a werewolf. It was liberating and fulfilling, but more than that, it was a divine pleasure. Never had he felt the push of an orgasm after one stroke, Jayce was holding himself steadily back. “Speak to me, honey.” She was so taut around him. He felt a stretch here and there. For the most part, even though the length of him fit, her core was unyielding.
“Can’t,” she wiggled against him.
“Can’t or won’t?” he withdrew slightly then stroked forward. Bringing his weight on his elbows, he covered his mate with his body. “How are you, honey?”
“Fine,” her eyes fluttered. Her grin was sheepish, and her face sex dazed. It was a fantastic look for her.
“I want to get moving. Can we move honey? Why don’t you ask me?” he circled his hips and rubbed an inner spot that would electrify her body.
“Uh, Jayce!” she yanked at her restrictive cuffs. “I hate begging,” she whimpered.
Bren stiffened beside him. “You’ve always had to beg?”
She closed her eyes in shame, “Please.”
Jayce stilled, “We’ve been through this, answer his question.”
“It’s just,” she was almost breathless, "He wouldn’t give me release. He took but wouldn’t give. I would have to masturbate…there were cameras.”
Jayce hushed her, not having a desire to bring Troy in their bed play. “Begging is only as good as the satisfaction it can bring. Say my name.”
“Jayce?” she questioned.
“Who is inside you?”
“You are Jayce.”
“I love you,” he kissed her sweetly as he dipped further inside. With several rotations of his pelvis, he hit home. She trembled as his hips undulated and sent her over the barrier, wave after molten wave. With her head pulled back, and neck bared; he fought the mating instinct. Maddeningly throbbing, his canines elongated and sought to mark her.
Bren placed a warning hand on his taunt shoulder. “I know,” he snapped. No wolf wanted a warning against marking his mate, especially on the verge of a profound moment. This would be his first orgasm with Tatum, a time of claiming that he would never forget. Her body clamped down and wrapped his pulsating cock with a pleasure that it couldn’t be deprived of. It sang to him, cajoled, and called with a prickling in his back that took over his balls. Tightening, oh so tight, they pulsed once and shot out endless streams of hot seed.eetl “You are sensuously lovely,” he kissed a rigid, pink nipple. “Extremely satisfying…um,” he shuddered with the last pulsation. “You’re an addiction.”
Her vision dimmed. “I can’t see.” There were sparkling spots before her eyes and a dizzying effect in her mind. She couldn’t name these feelings, as she hadn’t heard of them or experienced them, until now.
Jayce laughed quietly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He carefully withdrew, kissed the knees positioned on his shoulders, and released her hips.
“Troy?” she questioned. “So, I made out with Troy. We only kissed, and you’re not my boyfriend.” Determined, Bren stomped forward, not satisfied with her answer.
Chapter 9
“Can you be a good girl if I were to release these?” Jayce reached for her wrists. He was concerned with the way that she pulled against the cuffs. The restraints that he generally used would not stress her body; but then again, if she were to see the restraints that he wanted to use, they would stress her mind.
“I want to touch you,” she licked his nipple, as he reached for the cuffs. He could have easily freed them with his mind, but they weren’t up to full honesty, yet. “You're a little minx,” his nipple tightened against her tongue. “I believe that satisfying mouth of yours could be put to better use.
“I would love to try…I would have to learn; that is,” she was embarrassed. Troy never liked her mouth wrapped around his dick. He had told her that it didn‘t get him off. The exceedingly few times that he had, she was on her knees for the sole purpose of a twisted dominance. He had freely admitted that it served him only to humiliate her. Probably, she guessed, for the cameras, as well.
Bren met Jayce’s gaze, then settled his large frame against her small one.
“You’re doing so well, Tatum. It doesn’t matter what you know, or what you don’t know. What matters to us, is that we’re together now,” he still had his towel wrapped around his hips in no hurry to scare her. “We’re fortunate to be able to teach you. That way, you won’t have to be broken of useless habits.”
“Useless habits?”
Involuntarily, Tatum arched her back to meet his narrow hips. How could she feel like sex after the ride she had just taken with Jayce? Pheromones - had to be, were driving her crazy.
“Useless habits won't satisfy us in bed play, lovemaking, and mating,” he had said enough. Nodding at Jayce, he lowered himself. As the towel shifted over his monster erection, he pressed it against her clit. Her arousal scent permeated the suite and drove him to lustful aggression. “You have it?”
“Here, honey,” Jayce covered Tatum’s eyes with a silken, black blindfold.
She was losing her voice, “Why?” No doubt, the entire island had heard her cry of pleasure. “I can touch you now, but can’t see you?”
“Next time,” he placed a hard, possessive kiss against her mouth. Positioning himself, finally after more than ten years, he breached her center.
“Stop!” she gasped.
“You hurt her, already?” Jayce’s eyebrows plowed his face.
“No, I’m not hurt,” she reached for the blindfold, only to be stopped by Jayce. “I’m no longer on birth control. I can’t believe I’m this stupid. I didn’t ask for you to protect me.”
“We will always protect you, honey.” Jayce drawled and lowered an empty condom wrapper in her hand. The condom was a fabricated lie. He had pulled a couple out of the basket Bren had brought from the bachelorette party. “I protected you,” he whispered against her temple. “You were extremely aroused, still are; you didn’t notice. That's all.”
“Okay,” she dropped her shoulders. “But Bren….”
“I’m covered,” he lied and placed an empty condom foil into the same palm. “I would rather plant my seed inside you, but only when you’re ready,” he lied, again. He and Jayce could cloud her memory, as they climaxed inside of her. Unfortunately, just this once, they would have to. Because, there was no way in hell that Bren was putting a piece of latex between them, wasn‘t going to happen. “For the record, we are disease free. No worries, right?”
“Right,” she gave a shaky answer, but it was enough. She relaxed against Jayce’s bicep and spread her legs, an open invitation. They couldn’t carry any diseases neither could Tatum. Furthermore, as werewolves, they couldn’t impregnate anyone other than their mate - and only when the time was right, under the second full moon. Her arousal lengthened his pounding erection and squeezed his sack. Gritting his teeth, he pushed into her core.
Sweet, silky heat met his head, and a jolt of pre-cum shot out in acknowledgement of the pleasure. So right, so good and so strong were the sensations that enveloped his body. Glancing down, damn it all, he was only two inches in. If she could do this at two inches, what could she do with thirteen, extra thick, heavy inches? She was his mate. By nature, she would be made for him. Still, he always had to be careful, holding himself back so that he wouldn’t hurt whoever was lying underneath him. Thankfully, those days were over.
With sweat pebbling his forehead, he surged
forward. “Open up, Tatum,” he lifted her hips and tilted her upward. “I need you to relax, give me room to work, babe.”
“I want you, and I'm trying,” she blindly reached for Jayce. Her submissive nature needed reassurance, a sign that went straight to his balls and back.
At the angle at which Bren was entering her, Jayce had a prime target. “I’ll take this part over,” he seated himself behind Tatum, brought his long, muscular arms around his girl, and spread her engorged lips wide beneath his co-mate. His erection received an awarding friction against her soft back. With his legs weighting hers astride, and his hands separating her folds for Bren, she was a feast for the simple pleasure of insane fucking.
“Take this.” Jayce had taken a small tube of lubricant from the basket, when he had extracted the condoms. With great reluctance, Bren popped out and looked at the tube. It was around four ounces. With her pretty hole presented before him and the desire on her face, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He opened the tube and squirted the entire contents inside her sheath. Jayce was still spreading her folds and helping him keep her body steady.
