Justice for Violet
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Mason’s expression turned wicked as he ran his hands to the waistband of her yoga pants, and tugged them down, dragging her panties with them. “Oh, little one, I think you’ll find out very shortly that I am more than up for some double loving.”
“Me too,” Jacob rasped in her ear. “More than up to having you jump my bones.”
Violet froze.
“Yep,” Mason added as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her tummy. “Let’s bump pelvises.”
“And play a round of hide the hooded salami,” Jacob whispered, amusement in his tone.
“You eavesdropping little eavesdroppers,” Violet said with a pout. “Man, I am going to have to lock my office door and install soundproof insulation from now on. Your shifter hearing is just too damn good!”
Jacob laughed as he swung her around to face him, and lifted her so that they were eye level. “Yeah, but where would the fun be in that? Mason and I were planning on running you a relaxing bath and maybe giving you a gentle massage until we found out you had the all clear from the doctor. Now? Well, let’s just say that our plans have changed.”
Violet leaned in and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, making him moan before she released it with a pop. “Oh yeah? What’s the plan now?”
Jacob slammed his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and devouring her whimper of desire. He stoked the arousal spiraling within her in moments then pulled back to look at her, leaving both of them breathing slightly heavier. “Now, we are going to take you together, just like I know you’ve wanted for a long time.”
Violet felt heat flood through her and pool between her thighs. “How would you know that?”
Jacob’s eyes became hooded and he inhaled deeply. “Because your beautiful body tells us everything we need to know about what it is that you are wanting and how you want it. We’ve talked about it, and every time we do, your sweet, sweet body tells us that you want it.”
Jacob placed her gently on the ground and turned her to face the bed. Mason was sitting back on the bed in all his naked glory, and his impressive erection stood up to attention against his muscular torso.
Violet giggled, and Mason’s gaze narrowed on her. “You know little one, when a dominant male is lying naked in front of you, giggling is most definitely not the reaction he is expecting.”
“I know, I know, but when I see you sitting there all naked and yummy I realize how ridiculous it is for me to call you kitty cat.” Violet grinned as she stepped closer and moved to sit down on Mason’s legs.
Mason widened his legs so that she had to shimmy forward. “So, does that mean you’ll lose that ridiculous nickname?”
“Hell, no,” Violet said with a laugh. “Why would I do that when I know it riles you up so pretty?”
Mason growled low in his chest, his eyes flickered amber but there was amusement and love radiating there. She reached out and took his cock in her hand, stroking him from root to tip with a strong hand, adding a twist at the top the way she knew he liked, and from the purr and growl that came from the big man, she knew he appreciated it.
“Don’t tease me, love,” Mason groaned. “All this talk of slamming in a home run with a little pickle tickle has me on the edge.”
All three of them laughed, and Violet pushed up onto her knees, shuffling forward and let out a moan when Mason pulled her nipple into his mouth, drawing strongly on her. Reaching down she positioned the blunt head of his cock where she needed it most and slowly slid down his length, not stopping until she was settled completely on his lap, and she had every delectable inch of him.
“Well,” she said in a sultry tone she never knew she had until she’d found her mates, “I don’t want to keep you hovering on the edge for too long, not when I’m feeling all not and needy, too.” Violet began to move on him, loving how his fingers convulsed on her hips when she took all of him.
“So fucking hot,” Mason moaned. “So fucking wet.”
Violet felt the tendril of her orgasm start to tighten with her, and she started to move a little faster. Jacob leaned over her shoulder, halting her upward movement. “Ah ah ah, not without me, my love,” Jacob bit down on her shoulder, and she emitted a little whimper.
Mason groaned as he lay back, the muscles in his abs and torso standing out in stark relief at his move. “Jacob, you had better get her ready, I’m not sure how long I can last here.”
Jacob pressed on Violet’s back, and she leaned forward, not stopping until her arms were on the bed beside Mason’s shoulders.
“Hey, beautiful girl,” Mason whispered as he stared up at her, and she could not think of a time she’d felt more beautiful. She held herself still and groaned as Mason thrust up into her in a slow rhythm that created a steady burn within her.
“A little cold, baby,” Jacob warned and then she felt him rubbing his fingers around her back entrance, easing lubrication around the tight ring of muscle and then pushing in. “That’s it, baby. Damn, you look so fucking beautiful like this.” She felt him scissoring his fingers within her, stretching her body to accommodate him, and she writhed at how good it felt. Oh, there was a burn to it, but it was one she knew she would quickly become addicted to.
“Yeah, you like that don’t you, little one?” Mason whispered from beneath her. “I can feel your arousal building down the mating bond, but even if I couldn’t you just covered my cock with your desire. Fuck, you are perfect for us. Just perfect.”
Jacob’s hand slipped away, and Violet felt the loss for a moment, before he stepped back, this time much closer. “Here we go, baby, push out against me.” His whisper sounded from behind her, and she felt the head of his cock press against her back entrance. Doing what he told her to do, she pushed out as he pushed in, forcing herself to relax and submit to him. “That’s it,” Jacob said in a strained voice. “You are doing so fucking well, so beautiful, there you got me, baby, you got all of me.”
Violet let out the breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding and focused on the moment. She held both her mates deep in her body and never before had she felt more connected to them. Oh sure, physically there was probably no closer connection the three of them could build, but it was more than that. The bond within them seemed to swell, and fill with a warmth and heat she had never experienced before, and she felt what they were feeling at the same time her own emotions and pleasure were building to epic proportions within her.
Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, it did. Both her mates began to move within her, in a syncopated rhythm that had her crying out as sparks of pleasure began to burst within her. She wanted to move, to be an active participant, but they held her still in their strong grips, and she groaned at how wonderful it felt to be held still and made to feel each and every thrust.
Soon, Violet was sobbing uncontrollably as the pleasure continued to swell within her. From the growls and curses coming from her mates she knew they, too, were fast approaching the tipping point that would drive all three of them into ecstasy. Jacob and Mason’s movements became jerky, their earlier syncopation lost beneath the onslaught of pleasure.
Violet’s release slammed over her unexpectedly, and she shattered. Everything within her seemed to just break into a million pieces, and she trusted her men would catch her and help put her back together again. She heard them both roar her name into the room, and she threw her head back and screamed.
When her awareness returned she was lying across Mason’s chest, her heart still beating rapidly and her breathing rate faster than normal. She sighed and snuggled into Mason a little tighter and murmured in happiness when she felt Jacob climb onto the bed behind her, and pressed in close.
“Welcome back, little one,” Mason’s voice rumbled through his chest.
She lifted her head refusing to acknowledge that it took more effort than it should have. “Hey.” Her voice was raspy, and she had a pretty good idea why.
“The bath is ready and waiting for whenever you’re ready,” Jacob
said behind her, and she nodded, still not quite ready to move. The three of them then lay quietly together, and Violet had no doubt that they were all enjoying the simple pleasure of just being together.
Jacob sighed, his warm chest rising and falling at her back. “Mason and I have been thinking about IEH, baby.”
Violet stretched between her men, feeling completely stated, but felt a flicker of fire spark within her when she felt their erections start to lift against her. “Oh, yeah? What about it?”
Mason leaned up to press kisses against her shoulder and she shivered when he bite down gently on the sensitive flesh. “Well, you told us once that you called it that because it stood for Iustitia et Hyacinthinum.”
Violet nodded, turning so she could look onto both their faces. “Justice for Violet. But as I said, no one knows that’s what it stands for.”
Jacob nodded. “But what if, just for us, we changed the meaning to In perpetua et Hyacinthinum. Yeah, I know there’s an extra word, but we’ll call it a silent P.”
Violet frowned as she desperately thought back to her lessons of old to remember the translation, and when it came, she smiled. “Forever for Violet. Well, I guess we could. I’m no longer all about the vengeance and the justice anymore. Santiago is dead, Chicago is safe for now, and I am with the two of you. So yeah, we could change it to that.”
Mason grinned against her lips as he pressed a quick kiss to her mouth. “But it will have meaning for us, little one. Jacob and I, we are forever for you, just as you are forever for us. Marry us, little one. Be ours in truth, in love, and in marriage, forever.”
Violet ignored the tears gathering in her eyes as she smiled up her mates. For the first time in her life she felt her ability to find the right words abandon her. Her heart filled to overflowing, she nodded happily, laughing when both men hugged her at the same time, murmuring words of love and unadulterated joy slammed into her down their mating bond. This was how her future was going to be from now on. Surrounded by love.
And having it last forever sounded just about right to her.
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Roberto Santiago Dead.
The heading was quite clear, but the article beneath it didn’t go into too much detail, and from the way it was written, it was clear that the journalist wasn’t exactly heartbroken by the fact that Santiago was dead. He closed the newspaper with a sigh and pulled out his phone.
“Rossi.”
“You see today’s headlines out of Chicago?”
“Sure did.” Rossi sounded almost amused. “Looks like Santiago finally ran into the claws of that shifter pack you’ve been warning him about all these years. Always thought they’d get to him sooner or later. You just don’t fuck with men who can shift into fuckin’ lions!”
“You may have a point, but you are going to have to work out a way to remove them from the equation.”
His statement was met with silence for a moment. “How do you expect me to do that?” The light humor that had been in Rossi’s voice just moments before was gone.
“Just like it’s done in the wild, find a bigger fucking lion. I want Chicago back under my control in six months. Santiago fucked up, and his past and one pissed off little girl took it from me, and I want it back. Make it happen.”
“And if I can’t?”
Apprehension and fear. God, he loved to hear that in a man’s voice.
He remained silent, letting it drag out until he heard a reserved sigh over the phone line before he said calmly, “Six months.”
He hung up and placed the phone on the table beside him and looked out over the Adriatic Sea. The blue waters were crystal clear and almost seemed to reflect the blue of the cloudless sky. Six months, and he would head back to Chicago. He could wait that long. His vendetta was almost twenty years old. Another six months wouldn’t hurt. Then he would finally have the chance to get revenge on that bastard, Murphy.
The End
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