Claiming Their Mate [Wolf Packs of Fate 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  Mike’s scrutiny was too much to bear. She lowered her gaze and shrugged. “Nothing’s going on. Can’t we drop it now?”

  “Why are you acting so strange, sugar?”

  “I’m not.” She attempted a smile that didn’t quite happen. “Will you three stop? I feel like I’m on trial.”

  “You’re not on trial, but we’re not fools. It’s obvious that you’re trying to avoid telling us something important. Just tell us, darlin’. Nothing you say will ever change our minds about you.”

  She lifted her gaze to Mike’s and saw the sincerity in his eyes. “Please, let’s talk about something else.”

  His eyes narrowed a little, his expression hardening, then suddenly softening. “Okay, fine. We’ll change the subject.” He poured a cup of coffee. “You never said—why did you come to Fate, darlin’?”

  “What?” Mike had surprised her with the question from out of the blue.

  “You used to live in Atlanta, right?”

  She felt cornered. Instead of the wonderful day ending the same way it had started, she was being interrogated. “That’s right.”

  “You never told us what you did for a living there.”

  Mike was doing the questioning, but Alex and Danny were right there, lending their silent support.

  “I had a few different jobs, but nothing that meant anything to me. You know, like in retail and as an administrative assistant.”

  “And you left because you wanted to live in a small town?”

  “That’s right. I needed a change so I made it.” She slid her hand down Mike’s chest then lifted her gaze to his. “You know, I still have some questions of my own.”

  “Questions about what?” asked Danny.

  “About being your mate.” She’d managed to change the subject. As soon as she’d said the word mate, they seemed to forget everything else.

  “Really? So does that mean you’re ready to say yes?” Alex pulled her away from Mike. “Let’s talk about this.”

  “Like I said, I need more information.” At least she was telling the truth, even if she was using it to divert the conversation. “What does it mean to be your mate? And why the word mate? That’s kind of weird.”

  They each gave her a look that said they were hiding something. Was she being paranoid? Or did they have a secret, too? “What’s going on?”

  “You are our mate. Whether or not you want to live with us, to share our lives is up to you.” Mike turned toward her and played with a strand of her hair. “Being our mate means the same thing as being our wife. You promise to be ours and only ours for the rest of your life. You promise to be faithful and to have our children. If you want children, that is.”

  “It means we’ll spend every day of our lives trying to make you happy,” added Alex. “We’ll support you and have your back in everything you do. You can trust us with your life.”

  “We’ll do whatever it takes to be together.” Danny leaned against the counter. “We’re hoping, of course, that you’ll want to live here on our ranch, but if you want us to move somewhere else, then we’ll do it.”

  “Being our mate also means you’ll be accepted in Fate even more than you already are.” Mike glanced at his brothers. “There is a group of us that are really close. Like a club.”

  “Or a pack,” said Danny.

  “So what do you think, Stella? Are you ready to call us your mates, sugar?”

  She was ready to do that and more. Although she’d listened to them, she couldn’t help but notice how her body kept getting warmer and warmer. Her body screamed for their hands. Her pussy wept to feel their cocks.

  “Darlin’?”

  She blinked and found Mike staring at her. “What?”

  “Did you hear anything we said?”

  “Yes.”

  “But you still have a question, right?”

  The safe bet would be to keep her mouth closed. But safe wasn’t going to get her what she needed. She blurted the question out. “Do…do you love me? None of you have said anything about love. I know it’s fast and all, but what we’re talking is serious, so tell me the truth. Do you love me? Or am I just a warm body in bed?”

  Alex let out a long breath, his body slumping as though he couldn’t keep it straight any longer. “Yeah, we do.”

  “We love you, all right,” said Mike. “You’re damn sure not just a warm body.”

  Danny leaned in closer, his impish grin showing. “Obviously more than we can put into words.”

  “Obviously.” She could sink into his soulful eyes.

  “So, darlin’?”

  “So…?”

  “Do you love us back?”

  This was the moment she’d been expecting. It was easy to tell them the truth. “Yeah. I do. I can’t believe it, but I do.” Her gaze landed on Alex’s mouth. When would they stop talking and kiss her? When would they take her into their arms and fuck her until she screamed for mercy?

  “That’s all we need to know,” said Danny.

  “True, but there’s something we need to—”

  “Can we please stop talking now?” She groaned and lunged for Alex, taking hold of his shirt and pulling him to her.

  Ripples of desire flowed between them, an ocean of need she could not only feel tickling her skin but taste as she swiped her tongue over her lips.

  “I can’t hold back any longer.” Alex’s voice was gravelly, adding a rich darkness that would’ve made black seem white.

  He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to him, and a sigh slipped out of her. His lips tickled the curve of her neck, making her body sing with joy.

  A moment later, his thick, masculine lips crushed hers with a power that sent shudders racing to curl her toes. He slid his hands down her back then cupped her butt cheeks. She answered his groan with one of hers, a complaint in the sound, as he moved his hands back to her shoulders.

  “You’re everything we’ve ever desired in a woman.” He trailed steamy, hot kisses along her neck and along her shoulders.

  Her body temperature rose again, heating her from her pussy and spreading its burn outward. How long had it been since she’d had a man talk to her that way? How long since she’d wanted a man to say those things? Far too long.

  Alex took her head in his hands then pressed his mouth to hers again. His tongue swept between her lips, darting inside to drink her flavors before easing out to pull her lower lip between his teeth. His huge hand covered her breast. She shivered.

  “Easy, honey.” Taking her under her arms, he lifted her then put her on top of the counter.

  She shivered again, but not from fear. “Are you hungry? I could make dinner.”

  “Food isn’t what I’m hungry for.”

  She hadn’t turned on the oven or any other appliances, yet the room was growing warmer by the minute. The warmth, however, was coming from him. From them.

  He skimmed his fingers up her inner thighs, parting her legs, as he continued his trek under the hem of her shorts. One hand sneaked its way under her butt while the other moved over the tender skin toward her mons. His thumb caressed the side of her vulva. Her heart rate picked up, her mouth drying.

  He kept his mesmerizing gaze locked to hers. “Spread your legs wider.”

  “Why?” As if she didn’t know.

  “Because I said to.”

  She obeyed him.

  He soon found her pussy. She gasped as his thumb eased between her folds and lightly brushed over her clit. Her craving hit her hard as she leaned backward, her hands flat on the counter.

  “Do it.”

  The tips of his mouth curved upward. “Do what?”

  She licked her lips and was pleased when his gaze followed her tongue. “You know what. Either do it or let one of your brothers take over.”

  “That sounds like a great idea.” Danny edged closer, but Alex pushed him back.

  She felt primal, like a wild animal. Was that what they meant by mate? She had a gut instinct that they could b
e as wild and untamed as any animal. “If you don’t know, then I’ll see if Mike or Danny knows.”

  “There’s no question about it, darlin’.” Like Danny, Mike moved closer, but Alex still kept them at bay.

  Alex shot her a look that was irritation mixed with delight. “Stop baiting me, mate.

  “Then stop pussyfootin’ around,” she dared.

  He grabbed the top of the shorts and jerked. If he hadn’t been standing between her legs, the force of his jerk would’ve brought her off the top of the counter. She let out a cry as he yanked her shorts down her legs and off. Her shoes were gone in the next moment.

  He glanced down at her tiny red thong. “I hope those aren’t your favorites.”

  “Yeah. They are. Why?”

  “This is why.” With another yank, the thong ripped apart and landed on the kitchen floor.

  Keeping his gaze locked to hers, he slipped his arms under her legs. She fell backward, hard against the counter. Instead of bowing low, he lifted her ass higher and brought his mouth to her pussy.

  “Oh, shit yeah.”

  Two low growls came from Mike and Danny, yet they didn’t move to touch her.

  Alex’s mouth against her felt so right, as though his lips had been made specifically for her. She flattened her hands against the Formica and hooked her legs over his shoulders. “Eat me. Harder.”

  Every inhibition was gone. It didn’t matter that she didn’t know them well. In her heart, she knew them better than anyone. Perhaps, even better than she knew herself.

  Alex’s tongue was a mastered weapon as he swept it over her clit then brought his mouth down hard to suck on its bundle of nerves. His hands captured her breasts. With his touch and his mouth, he transformed her, pushing away all her thoughts to give her instincts control.

  Each swipe of his tongue, each brush of his finger ignited her. When he finally plunged his fingers into her pussy, her body responded, writhing uncontrollably, her moans filling the air.

  She thrust her pussy against his face, urging him to suck on her clit, to drive his fingers deeper into her pussy, harder.

  “Look at me.” Mike’s dark gaze was sinful molten lava as he watched Alex drink her juices.

  “Mike,” was all she needed to say.

  His hungry expression grew tenser as he watched Alex lick and finger-fuck her pussy. A small frown came as he slid his fingers along her T-shirt. “Why do you still have this thing on?”

  She didn’t have a chance to answer before the material was torn away. Skimming his palm over the rise of her breasts, he hooked his fingers under her bra strap and yanked hard. The material ripped away, tearing at her skin at first before it was suddenly flying back over his shoulder.

  Leaning over her, he slicked his tongue over first one then the other nipple. “Damn it feels like forever since I touched you.”

  She grabbed hold of his hair, her fingers disappearing into the dark locks, and brought him back to her taut nipple. “Suck. Hard.”

  Mike’s and Alex’s hands flowed over her, their reverence for her body unmistakable in the way they caressed her. If she’d had any doubt before, it was gone. These were her men, the only men she would ever want. The only men she’d ever really wanted.

  An unspoken part of her finally let Bruce go and forgave him. She’d never been meant for Bruce. She knew that now. Maybe he’d known it all along and had shown it with his infidelity. Either way, what happened had brought her to Fate, and that was all that mattered any longer. Silently, she forgave Bruce.

  Maddie.

  Forgiveness for her sister would be harder, her betrayal more difficult to understand.

  Mike kissed her and fondled her breasts. His tongue swept into her mouth, and then, mimicking Alex, he bit her lower lip instead. His hand in her hair was firm as he made her turn her head to the side. He put his mouth to her neck and nibbled. The sting of his nibbles came and went. Strangely, she felt the sudden urge to ask him to bite her.

  “Roll onto your side.” Mike pulled his shirt out of his jeans.

  Alex straightened up and drove his fingers into her pussy. “Do what he says, but don’t look away from me. I want to see your face when I find your sweet spot.”

  Mike pulled her closer to the edge and yanked on his belt buckle. The ends of the belt hung toward the floor as he undid his button then slid the zipper down. His erect cock was more than ready for her mouth with pre-cum glistening on the tip.

  “Suck my cock, Stella.” Mike eased his body higher, using a nearby chair to leverage his height over the edge of the counter. “Now. I’ve got to have your mouth around my cock.”

  She opened her mouth and took him in. He tasted of smooth whiskey with a cutting edge to it. He was all male and all hers.

  Alex’s fingers fit into her perfectly, but she wanted more. Her pussy’s throbbing grew stronger, harder. One stroke of his finger over her sensitive patch would push her over the brink and shatter her.

  Still, there was one man missing out.

  “Danny?”

  He’d stayed off to the side, simply watching. His jeans were at his ankles, his hard cock in his hand. “Don’t worry about me. I’m not going anywhere.”

  Watching him pump his cock turned her on even more. She had three amazing men, men who were the most handsome, sexiest men she’d ever known, pleasing her.

  She flipped her tongue around Mike’s cock, sucking then releasing it. He held her head as he tunneled his hands through her hair. He tightened his grip on her hair, stinging the pain into her, but that only added to her pleasure.

  Her breathing quickened, shortened into pants, her chest heaving. Lost to the wild sensations raging inside her, she tried to hang on, keeping her swirling orgasm from breaking her apart too soon. She whimpered, the sound of it a plea for them to fuck her harder.

  “Not yet.” Alex had turned into a torturer, tempting her, promising complete pleasure then holding back. He licked her clit and plunged two fingers into her pussy, only to pull back a moment before she would’ve lost control.

  “Please. You’re driving me crazy.”

  Mike thrust his hips forward then back, bringing his cock in and out of her mouth. “That’s the point, darlin’.”

  She cupped his balls, playing them over her fingers, and squeezed at the same time she tightened her legs, trapping Alex between them.

  “Easy, woman.” Alex ran his hand along her leg then slapped her butt cheek once.

  Her frustration, the need to turn her climax free but to keep holding on to the delicious explosion for as long as she could, made her body ache. She burned from the inside out, yet it was their strokes that flamed her fire. “Please, Alex. I need you to feel your cock inside me. Now.”

  When he didn’t immediately comply, she channeled her frustration into using her mouth.

  “Holy hell. She knows how to use her mouth. Damn it, Stella, you’re going to make me come.”

  All at once, Mike tugged hard on her hair and pulled away. He gritted his teeth and grabbed for the kitchen towel to cover his cock. His groan morphed into a growl as he put his back to her and let his cum free.

  Wickedly, she called for the remaining brother. “Fuck my ass, Danny.”

  “No problem. Just a sec.” Danny shoved her farther onto her side, his hand supporting her as she heard the drawer open and slam shut.

  “You have lube in the kitchen?”

  “Gotta be prepared.” Danny laughed then put his fingers to her tight rings.

  She flinched when the coolness hit her, but her body’s heat soon took care of the chill. He worked his fingers around the puckered entrance and into her hole. Even his fingers gave her pleasure, and she couldn’t wait for his cock to do the same.

  “Now, brother,” ordered Alex.

  The brothers put their cocks to her holes. As though on a silent signal, they plunged into her at the same time.

  She cried out as their huge cocks stretched her walls. Gripping the edge of the counter, she did
her best not to slide over the counter. With one man on each side of her, she was caught rocking back and forth between them.

  Their cocks pleasured her, driving her ever-growing climax closer. Yet it was their expressions, filled with concentration yet love, that sent her over the edge.

  If their massive shafts plunging again and again into her hadn’t already torn her apart, her climax would have. Thunderous rolls of release overtook her. Her body shuddered, tightened again, and then shuddered out yet another release. Her mind wouldn’t work under the sensations powering through her. Her arms and legs were useless. She cried out, calling both their names. She was lost and never wanted to be found. By the time she could think again, her limbs were shaking so much that Mike had to help her sit up as his brothers moved away, lost to their own shudders. He hugged her to him while whispering sweet words in her ear then slowly helped her off the counter.

  “You’re ours. Say the words, damn it,” ordered a barely recovered Alex.

  She wouldn’t deny them the truth. “I’m yours.”

  * * * *

  Mike slid the brush along the mare’s rump, his mind not on the task at hand, but on Stella. A smile formed as he recalled the way she looked on top of the counter—the way her body glistened with perspiration, the way her mouth plumped after the kisses, the gleam in her eyes as she welcomed their cocks. Even now memory of her had his cock stiffening, ready to take her again.

  She’d given herself to them, abandoning any pretense that she wasn’t meant for them. Finally, at last, she’d promised to be their mate. He’d almost howled with joy. As far as he was concerned, they were the luckiest men in the world.

  Their mate was beautiful, but she was so much more. Intelligent, good-hearted, even funny at times. They’d connected with their bodies, but they’d also connected on a deeper level.

  He glanced at his brothers. Not that he’d ever say as much to them. At least, not in that way. Even though he was certain that they agreed with him, they’d razz him for days. Yet, judging by Danny’s and Alex’s contented expressions, they were thinking along the same lines.