Stanley, Gale - Mating Call [Black Wolf Gorge 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Gale Stanley

  Jude stilled, surprised. "You heard her. She's okay."

  "I'm asking her." Jonas’s hands tightened on her arms.

  Sable twisted her head so he could see her face. "I'm okay with it." She enunciated every word. What was Jonas's problem? Isn't this what he wanted? Part of his big plan for fame and fortune. She'd heard it with her own ears.

  For a second, he stared back. Then he released his hold, and she stood. He did, too.

  Jude stepped behind her, his hands on her hips, his erection nudging her butt. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm not going to hurt you," he murmured in her ear, his breath warm and arousing. His cock pressed insistently at the cleft of her buttocks, one hand drifted over her belly and cupped her mound. He tangled his fingers in her curls, raising goose bumps. She covered his hand with her own, pressing his palm tightly against her swollen clit.

  Jonas moved closer. All too aware of his body, her nipples tightened into hard little peaks and scraped his chest as she arched back against Jude. She ached to have Jonas suckle her, and she lifted her breasts in a silent offering. He bent his head, and his tongue circled one sensitive nipple.

  More, more, more.

  As if he read her mind, his mouth closed over the throbbing tip, and he drew her nipple taut. The suction went right to her womb. He licked and sucked while he used his hand to pinch and roll the other rigid nub.

  Gods, she wanted this, them, now. She shouldn't let them know how much she wanted it, but it was too late to hold back. Something about aggressive lovers turned her on. Not because she liked being hurt but because it made her feel desirable. She pushed aside the thought that they just wanted her baby and concentrated on the idea that two irresistible men were consumed with overpowering passion for her. It wasn't hard to imagine when the evidence was right there in front of her eyes.

  She compared the brothers. Jude, a little shorter and leaner, might have a slightly longer cock, but Jonas was thicker, and his engorged flesh pulsed as it sought entrance. A delightful shiver of anticipation went through her, and fluid pooled between her thighs. She intended to enjoy the ride. Soon enough she'd find a way out of here, and she'd never have to see either of them again.

  * * * *

  Jonas released Sable as Jude edged her toward the bed. She lay on her back, a vision to behold, tall and perfectly proportioned, her tanned skin unblemished. And those magnificent breasts.

  Her wide-set amber eyes watched him like a cat with a mouse. He tried to control his breathing. Not an easy thing to do when her delicious body lay in front of him like a feast waiting to be devoured. He wanted to give her a soul-shattering orgasm, but the table was set for three, and he had to consider the logistics. A fierce wave of possessiveness swept over him. Ridiculous. This was his idea after all. He shook it off.

  Jude stepped up. "It's not a good idea to keep a lady waiting." He sat on the bed and skimmed his fingers over Sable's neck. "You're not gonna bite me, are you?" He smiled down at her. "I can't stand pain, and I don't want any scars. I think you marked Jonas for life."

  She grinned back. "You're not spicy enough for my taste."

  Jonas threw back his head and laughed.

  "That sounds like a challenge to me." Jude snorted.

  "Are you sure you're up to it," she said with a throaty voice as her fingers wrapped around his shaft.

  "Oh, I'm up to it, sweetheart." Jude's cock jerked at her touch, and Jonas felt an unreasonable twist of jealousy grip his gut. He knew what it felt like to be inside her, and now he selfishly wanted her all to himself.

  Jude stretched out next to Sable and rubbed his erection against her hip. She turned to face him and lined up her hips with his. He groaned and pulled her in for a kiss.

  The sight of her mouth locked to Jude's stirred a longing inside Jonas. She seemed to enjoy kissing his brother, and he envied him that. He hadn't kissed her. Not that he wasn't tempted. It just seemed disloyal to Nicole. Even though this was not an emotional relationship, he still felt guilty. He never gave Nicole enough of his time and even less lately.

  Jude rolled her over until he was on top. He supported his weight with a forearm on either side of her head and leaned in to kiss her again. He nuzzled her neck and worked his way over her collarbone to her breasts. He nipped and licked at her nipples while she whimpered and pulled his hair. When he sucked hard at one swollen peak, she let out little mewls of need.

  "Gods. Jonas, please."

  Jude released the rigid bud with a pop and lifted his head. "Should I be insulted?"

  "No." She gasped. "You can only do one at a time."

  Jude chuckled. "You heard her, Jonas. Stop stalling and help me out here." He rolled to the other side, and Jonas joined them on the bed.

  Jude wasted no time, and Jonas followed suit. He dipped his head to capture her other breast. Sandwiched between them, Sable cried out and arched her back. Her cries made him suck harder, and the musky scent of arousal hung in the air.

  Jonas’s hand drifted over her belly and between her thighs to play in her damp folds. She was so damn wet, and he wanted her taste on his tongue. He moved between her legs and bent to nuzzle the damp curls covering her mound.

  "Jonas, please."

  She sounded so damn needy. He spread her open and licked one side, then the other. She writhed under him, finally drawing her knees up and planting her feet flat on the mattress so she could push up against his mouth. Her scent flooded his lungs, and desire roared through him. Christ, she would drive him insane. Her legs quivered when he penetrated her with his tongue, worked it in and out. Her fingers gripped his hair, and her hips rocked against his face. Lost in her passion, his only desire was to take her over the edge. He captured her clit between his lips and sucked hard. She stiffened and cried out his name. He buried his face in her heat and rode her shuddering spasms until they ended. It gave him a perverse satisfaction to think he'd taken her higher than Jude had.

  When he finally moved up beside her, she was watching Jude fist his cock. But it was Jonas she turned to. She traced the length of his cock with an index finger, and desire thrummed through his veins.

  “Jonas, I want you inside me. Fuck me."

  He sucked in a breath. Her words made mush of his insides. She really wanted this. Wanted him.

  "You heard the lady, Jonas," Jude said hoarsely as he reached around to fondle her breasts.

  "Wait." They both looked at Jonas, astounded, as he got off the bed and walked into the bathroom. He came back with a tube of lubricant and tossed it to Jude. He might be out of his mind hot, but he still knew enough to make sure his brother didn't hurt her.

  He stretched out next to her, and she twined her arms around his neck while Jude rubbed lube on his cock and between the cheeks of her ass.

  She moaned and dug her nails into Jonas's flesh.

  "Use more. I don't want you to hurt her."

  "I know what I'm doing. She doesn't sound like she's hurting."

  "Just do what I tell you."

  "Are you okay, Sable?"

  "Yes, yes, yes," she murmured and gripped him tighter.

  Jonas lifted her leg over his hips, and she buried her face against his throat. He wanted inside—now. Evidently, she did, too. She grasped his rigid shaft and guided him to her entrance.

  He slipped the crown of his cock between her damp folds, making them both gasp.

  "Please, more," she moaned.

  Jude spread her cheeks, and she made small mewling sounds as he entered her. With every thrust, he forced Jonas deeper inside her.

  Sable wiggled back against him. "Fuck, yes." Jude groaned against her neck and reached around to cup a breast.

  Jonas had been leery about a threesome, but he couldn't deny how good it felt—how right. Evidently, his two partners shared his excitement. Sable's eyes reflected his own passion. He started moving inside her.

  Jude picked up his rhythm. Their tandem thrusting made her writhe between them. Jude slid his hands between their bodies and kneaded her
breasts. Her hips bucked and twisted.

  Heat built up and consumed Jonas. He moved fiercely, countering Jude's thrusts. Sable's sweat-shiny body lit a fire that threatened to weld them together as one. Jonas felt his climax build, and he worked hard to postpone it.

  "Oh, Gods. I need to come.," Sable pleaded with him, with Jude.

  Jude's hand skimmed over her belly to circle the swollen bundle of nerves above Jonas's plunging shaft. "I bet it feels good to be buried in this sweet, wet pussy," Jude said, groaning. "Her ass is so tight around my cock, I can't hold off much longer."

  Jude buried his face in her neck and convulsed against her back. "Sweet Jesus."

  Sable screamed in climax, and her inner muscles clenched around Jonas's cock and milked him hard. She set off his release, and he exploded inside her.

  The three of them trembled as if an electric charge flowed through them and Sable was the conductor. Positive energy ebbed and flowed, forming a complete circuit that lit him up like a lightbulb. The hair on his body stood at attention.

  His breathing quieted, and his flaccid penis slipped out of her. He propped himself up on an elbow and looked down at Sable. Shock flooded him. A bite mark on her neck glowed red like a brand.

  Chapter Seven

  A powerful current drew the three together and like marionettes on wires, they were helpless to resist. Only Sable knew an invisible manipulator pulled their strings. The high voltage energy that sparked between them singed her nerve endings and created a magnetic field that could only be Kweo's doing. To what end, she had no idea. She only knew her wolf had never been so stimulated and so sated.

  A relaxed, comfortable feeling overtook her. Suddenly she felt herself yanked upright, and Jonas began fussing with her hair.

  "What the fuck did you do?"

  Everything you wanted!

  Irritation bubbled up inside her, ready to explode, but Jude sprang up next to them and became the target of Jonas's wrath. He glared back at his brother. Was this going to turn into a pissing contest? She looked from one angry face to the other.

  Jonas’s mouth tightened and his eyes blazed blue flame. He swept the hair from her neck. "Look! You tell her not to bite you and then you mangle her like this?"

  Jude inspected his handiwork and rubbed a thumb over the tingling spot. "Sorry. I guess I got carried away."

  "Is that all you have to say."

  What was Jonas's problem? Hadn't she done the same to him? "I'm okay. It doesn't hurt." Hell. Why couldn't it have been Jonas who bit her? It would have meant something—the completion of a true mating. Why did she always want a mate who didn't want her? No. She had to get these crazy thoughts out of her head. Basking in the afterglow of good sex was one thing but reading more into it would be soul-destroying. Kweo threw temptation in her path, but the key to her redemption rested with the baby's safety.

  "Do you remember what you said when she bit me?" Jonas persisted.

  "That was then. I'm not worried about rabies."

  Jude's reply brought her back to reality. Highly insulted, she snarled at him.

  "Hey, it was a joke." Jude leaned over and tried to kiss her, but she snapped her teeth at him, and he flinched.

  "I'm sorry. Okay. I didn't know any better."

  His apology surprised and pleased her, but it didn't take away the hurt. She snorted and averted her eyes to let him know he wouldn't get off that easy.

  "I'm sorry about the bite, too, but you have to take some of the blame for that." His deep masculine chuckle sent a shiver down her spine.

  "Let me see it." Jonas bent her head back for a closer look, and a territorial warning rumbled up from Jude's chest.

  Her stomach fluttered, and her wolf looked up with sudden interest. Her nostrils flared and took in his scent.

  Jude bumped foreheads with Jonas as they both stared at the bite. "What's wrong?"

  "It's not healing," Jonas said, with a question in his voice.

  "What's the big deal? So it's taking a little longer than usual." Jude sounded confident. His tone thrilled her.

  "Maybe you gave her rabies. I should put an antiseptic on it."

  "It's fine," she snapped. She brushed Jonas off, all her attention centered on Jude. Something had changed between them. She reached out and brushed a lock of pale blond hair from his forehead. Recognition hit her hard. A feeling of joy filled her.

  He might be unaware of what he'd done, but Jude had claimed her as his mate. He thought he owned her before, but he'd just made it very real. She belonged to him. It felt good, more than good. Suddenly he'd become the center of her world. Her wolf curled up in contented submission and nipped her gut. Bite him. It urged her to seal the deal.

  This would make it harder to leave, and she had no choice. She wouldn't live in a prison and neither would her baby. A baby that belonged to Jude's brother. Jonas had never claimed her. He didn't want her. For that matter, neither one of them wanted a child. They wanted a lab rat. Could things be any more fucked up? What difference did it make? The baby was hers. They would never even know she carried a child. They'd be long gone before her signs of pregnancy became obvious to the men.

  Jude ran his knuckles over her jaw. His eyes glowed with lust and something else. Tenderness? She didn't imagine it. He might not know what he'd done, but he felt something for her, and she could use it to her advantage.

  He kissed her nose, her cheeks, and his mark. She lost herself in his affection. When his mouth opened over hers, she met his lips eagerly. Their tongues tangled until she sucked his into her mouth in a parody of the mating dance. She'd never tasted anything so delicious.

  They broke to catch a breath, and his eyes devoured her.

  "You're so beautiful," he whispered.

  She saw love in his eyes. It might not be real, but she drank it in. No man had ever loved her. She let it imprint on her brain. She'd done some bad things in the past, but surely she deserved one sweet memory to treasure when she left.

  She caressed him everywhere, wanting to memorize the feel of his hard muscles under her hands. He reciprocated, and she felt more and more that her body belonged to him. She moved closer until she sat between his legs, her sex pressed against his. His breath quickened, and his hands grew tighter on her hips. She rubbed her sensitive nipples against his lightly-furred chest and growled into his ear. He nuzzled her, exciting her to frenzy.

  She felt the mattress shift behind her, and she twisted in a rapid move to snatch Jonas's arm before he could leave her. Her strength had increased, and she held him back easily.

  "You don't need me here," he said, surprised.

  "But I want you here," she answered truthfully. Jonas hadn't claimed her, but she'd left her mark on him and forged a connection. She wanted both of them. Again. The unbearable ache between her legs throbbed anew and had to be satisfied.

  Looking him up and down, she saw the problem. His flaccid penis needed attention. She reached out and stroked it to life. It surged in her hand, and she gave him an intimate smile. He had to know how much she wanted this.

  "What do you want me to do?" he asked hoarsely.

  She cupped her left breast and offered it to him.

  He inched closer, and she waited in an agony of desire until his mouth finally closed around the tip. Ecstatic pleasure filled her, and she threw her head back.

  He nipped the hard bud with his teeth then soothed it with his tongue before sucking on it hungrily. Each tug sent a wave of pleasure straight to her pussy.

  Jude teased her other breast, making her moan. He raised an eyebrow. "Too much for you."

  "Not enough," she complained.

  "We can fix that." He chuckled. "Jonas, help me out." He gestured to the headboard, and Jonas sat back against it. She followed him, and he settled her between his legs, her back to his chest. He reached around and fondled her breasts, his cock, rock-hard now, pressed against her back.

  Jude spread her thighs, and she felt his warm tongue swipe her pussy. She cried out, and
her hips arched off the bed. He lapped at her cream until she went crazy. She pulled his hair, and he penetrated her with his tongue and then his fingers. When he sucked on her clit, she saw stars, cried out, and ground her hips against his face. She thought she might suffocate him, but he didn't stop, and she came again. Her hips bucked wildly, but Jonas kept her legs spread wide while Jude took her up one glorious peak after another. Finally, a tidal wave of pleasure took her higher than ever, and when she came down, she saw Jude watching her intently.

  She stared wordlessly at him, her heart pounding. His deep blue eyes regarded her with the strangest, most unreadable expression.

  Behind her, Jonas hugged her tight, and she felt the fires ignite deep in her pussy again. Unexpectedly, it was Jonas she wanted to taste. She twisted in his arms.

  Clearly aroused, Jude watched her with hot eyes. His time would come. She turned her attention to Jonas, his engorged cock stood at attention. She reached for it, wrapped her fingers around it, and squeezed. His eyes rolled back in his head. Satisfied, she pumped up and down in long, slow strokes, and the purple head wept pre-cum for her. She licked her lips and bent over his hot, swollen flesh, swirling her tongue around the flared head. Jonas groaned, slid further down, and widened his legs to give her better access. She dipped the point of her tongue into the tiny slit, and his taste exploded in her mouth, exciting, familiar, hers. She traced a vein along the shaft then slid her lips down his length, enveloping his cock until he hit the back of her throat. She squeezed his heavy sac and withdrew, letting her teeth graze his silky skin on the way up.

  "Fuck! Don't stop now."

  "Don't be selfish," she purred. "We want to come along with you." She looked over at Jude, who watched, transfixed, and rose on her knees, presenting her ass in invitation. Then she took Jonas in her mouth again.

  * * * *

  Jude sent Jonas a warning look, not pleased with all the attention he was getting. This possessive streak was not at all like him. What the hell just happened?