The Wolf's Mate Book 3: Callie & The Cats

by R. E. Butler

  “I love you, Callie. My sweetheart. I’m so glad that you’re mine forever,” he promised.

  “And I love you, too angel, more than I ever thought it was possible to love another person.” Eryx said, “I’m so glad you came crashing into our lives.”

  Her eyes went bright and she said, “I love you both. Ethan.” She leaned over and kissed him, “Eryx,” and then kissed his brother. “I’m so happy to be your wife.”

  They drank the grape juice which was a little tangy for his tastes but Callie loved it and took both his and Eryx’s glasses and finished them, and they fed her small bites of fruit and cheese until she said that she thought they’d eaten enough for now, and that it was time to get acquainted as husbands and wife.

  Eryx pulled out his surprise, a pair of velvet covered handcuffs. Her eyes went wide and they waited to see what she would say. She sat back against the couch with a smirk and said, “Whatever did I do, officer?”

  Eryx gave him a nod and Ethan scooped her up in his arms and followed him back to the master bedroom. He laid her down in the middle of the bed and stretched her arms up to the slats of the wrought iron headboard. Eryx fit the cuffs around her wrists, anchored to one of the slats, and leaned over and said with a heated tone, “Assault with a deadly weapon.”

  She laughed and wriggled on the bed, “What weapon would that be?”

  They both answered, “Your pussy.”

  Ethan tipped her chin and kissed her, stroking the inside of her mouth with his tongue so he could brand her scent into his mind again and again. He traced the delicate curve of her neck and began to pull the pins from her hair. Eryx, down to his slacks only, straddled her legs and began to tug the dress down slowly, kissing the flesh that was bared until the dress was on the floor and she was laid completely bare before them.

  Ethan slipped off the bed and took off his shirt and toed off his shoes and socks. They’d agreed ahead of time to keep their pants on until they had given her as much pleasure as she could handle. Handcuffing her was just one way to make sure they didn’t rush things. She had a way of touching them that made both of them forget anything they had planned.

  Her breasts were much more sensitive now, and seemed to grow more so each day. Settling next to her, he tested the weight of them as he kissed her, feeling her nipples harden further under his thumb as he traced the darkened tips. He and Eryx’s eyes met as his brother parted her legs and moved between them.

  “So how many times does our kitten need to come for her crimes?” Eryx sat back on his heels and pulled her ankle up to his shoulder and bit down gently on the arch of her foot. Ethan hooked one hand around her knee and pulled her free leg further apart. Callie wiggled and tugged on the cuffs experimentally.

  “How many hours were we apart?” Ethan teased, leaning over to lick across one delectable nipple.

  She let out a shaky breath when Eryx said, “Oh, about 15 hours I think.”

  Her eyes widened and Ethan had to smile at her still seemingly wide-eyed innocence. As if they would push her delicate body that much in one night. Now, over the course of a few nights? Hell yes.

  “I think just a few tonight, brother,” he dug his fingers just slightly further into the back of her knee to remind her that she was completely at their mercy right now, that all of her pleasure lay at their hands.

  Instead of answering, Eryx began to play with her, holding her leg straight against his body while he traced the seam of her open sex with his fingers. He split his time between watching Eryx finger fuck her into oblivion and watching the rapture on her face as she climbed higher and higher. Ethan turned to her breasts and mouth, playing with the sweet, firm globes until she shuddered with each flick of his finger and devouring the sweet taste of her mouth with his own.

  Too lost to his own thoughts as he plundered her mouth with his tongue, he was only barely aware when Eryx dropped her leg and unzipped his slacks, and he forced himself away from her mouth to give Eryx room to make love to her first.

  He didn’t really watch Eryx, but he did watch Callie. It was amazing to see her as his brother made love to her, the way that her head tipped back when he thrust his cock inside her, the possessive way that her legs curled around his hips and the panting breaths that gushed from her mouth. She was just simply the most sensuous creature he’d ever known.

  As Eryx finished and pulled away from her, rolling onto his back with a gusty growl, Ethan leaned over and peered into her eyes, searching for signs that she was overly tired.

  “Love?” He asked, tracing the edge of her jaw with his fingertip. Something was in the depths of her eyes, he just didn’t know what.

  “Can you let me go? I want to touch you.”

  Eryx sat up and reached for the key on the nightstand, and after releasing her and tending to her tingling arms, Ethan decided a change of plans was in order.

  Dropping a kiss to her mouth, he got up and went into the very large bathroom off the main bedroom that was done in warm beige tile and gold fixtures. The bathtub, a sparkling sandy brown, sat in the corner of the bathroom with a wide ledge around it and several steps leading up to it. He turned the water on, adjusted the temperature and pulled the drain closed and then went into the linen closet and pulled out every towel inside and made a comfortable place for Callie to sit so he could take care of her before they made love.

  Eryx and Callie were waiting with curious expressions as Ethan scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bathroom. Eryx followed, but stretched out on a small fainting couch in front of a large window after turning on the electric candles and dimming the lights. The water was filling up the tub quickly and he stepped in with Callie in his arms and set her on the towels so that she could lean back against the wall with her legs hanging into the tub.

  “Comfy, baby?” He said turning back around to her after he had adjusted the water flow so it only trickled now instead of rushed. He liked to be able to hear her when he ate her out.

  She shifted slightly as she spread her legs further apart, the pretty deep pink of her core on perfect display between her lovely thighs. “Yes, Ethan,” she smiled.

  Kneeling in the tub, he leaned over her pussy and spread her further apart with the fingers of one hand, revealing the swollen pearl of pleasure until it was laid bare for him. He kissed her pussy like it was her mouth, paying the same lavish attention to the apex of her thighs as he had to other parts of her in bed. Swiveling his head back and forth, he tongued her clit and sucked her sweet flesh into his mouth, drawing her to a slow orgasm. He knew she was pretty wrung out already and although he was selfish for her climaxes he didn’t want to cause her muscles to ache in the morning from overuse.

  He played with her heavy breasts with his free hand and when he felt her hands dig into his hair and her body surge to meet his mouth with thrusts of her hips, he switched a hand around to pulse into her, searching for that hot, sweet spot to send her over. With a sharp cry, her body exploded around him and she fisted his hair in her hands as her pussy clenched his fingers with vise-like intensity. He pulled his hands away from her with a final kiss to her clit before pulling her down in the tub.

  The erection he’d lost as he’d prepared the tub for her had sprung back to life with the first taste of her sweet honey and now he turned her to face Eryx and settled her down on his cock backwards so she could use the edge of the tub for support. Still on his knees for leverage, he pushed her hair aside and threaded an arm around her while grabbing her hip and began to move in and out of her. The water lapped around them like tongues and she moved against him, driving her body down to meet his cock as he pushed into her.

  He took over the pace and grabbed hold of her shoulder with one hand and began pumping into her, driving the breath from her lungs and pushing her towards the climax he could tell was close for her. “Come on, love, come once more for me.”

  She gasped and moaned, her knuckles white on the edge of the tub, and he swiveled his hips until he heard that distinc
tive sucking in of her breath that said he’d hit the right spot. Driving his cock into her, over that spot again and again, her body trembled and then she cried out his name and her pussy milked his cock as he came at nearly the same time.

  He settled back in the tub and pulled her with him, wrapping his arms around her heaving chest as her head dropped back against his. “Love you, baby,” he kissed her cheek.

  “Love you, too,” she said as she shivered.

  Eryx joined them in the tub once the water temperature was adjusted and they talked about the wedding and reception and their plans for the week. After she yawned a half dozen times, they emptied the tub and dried her off, settling her between them in the large bed after all the candles and the fireplace were turned off for the night.

  He woke up slowly to the sound of very soft humming and quiet crunching. He realized quickly that Callie was not in bed and when he scanned the room he saw her standing nude in front of the large bedroom window, one hand cradling her belly and the other chewing on a carrot stick. She rocked back and forth absently, humming a song he didn’t recognize, and seemed to be looking upwards over the treetops at the sky.

  He got up and joined her, wrapping his arms around her body and splaying his hands across her stomach. “Can’t sleep?”

  “Hmm? I was a little hungry. Did I wake you up?”

  “It’s okay. Do you want me to make you something?”

  “I’m good now.” She finished off the last of her carrot, chewing as quietly as she could.

  “What are you thinking about, love?” He rested his chin on top of her head.

  “I was thinking about my mom and all the mistakes she made with me, and how I don’t want to make those same mistakes with our kids. And I was thinking, too, about how lucky I am to have found you when I did. If I hadn’t gotten disillusioned with my former life I would still be stuck where I was and not deliriously happy.”

  He chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I’m sure we’ll all make mistakes, but we have each other and our kids will know one great truth as they grow up: that we all love them, no matter what.”

  “Do you know that I love you, Ethan?”

  “I do, baby. I feel it all the way in the very deepest part of my heart. I didn’t know what love was until I felt your love for me.” Picking her up carefully, he carried her back to bed and settled her between himself and Eryx who hadn’t woken while they’d been up. Pressing a soft kiss to her mouth and curling her into him, he said with a whisper, “I love you, Callie. My sweet, beautiful wolf mate.”

  **Eryx**

  After their honeymoon, life got back to normal. Callie supervised Ethan’s painting of the twins’ room when they wouldn’t let her do it herself because of needing to use a ladder. She picked out a dark navy blue on one wall and a lighter medium blue on the others. She found forest wall stickers that included mountain lions and wolves and she scattered them around the walls, finishing with the ceiling filled with glow-in-the-dark stars and planets.

  The two cribs stood against one wall, and a rocking chair and a small table with a lamp with a wolf on the base sat on top of it in front of the large window. The dresser against the far wall finished the furniture, and Callie had matted and framed pictures of herself, he and Ethan when they were young, and she had taken pictures of them in their shift, promising to have someone in their family take her picture in her shift and the three of them together, as soon as she was able.

  As the summer started, she began to grow more and more sexually driven. They worried about hurting her or exhausting her, but while she slept a good deal, she was always ready to play. She said the only things she could think about clearly were eating and having sex. The first time that they felt the babies kick was like touching the sun. It was just so incredible to know that their children were growing inside their mate.

  He came home for lunch as often as he could, and she was always waiting for him. He hadn’t actually eaten lunch during a lunch-hour in weeks. Ethan spent as much time as possible with her while still keeping up on his job with the ambulance and helping on Rhett’s farm. With the cousins done with school until the fall, they could count on them to be hanging around and they appreciated the extra eyes on Callie. They never pestered her, but one or two of the boys would be around somewhere, keeping a quiet eye on her.

  Sarah declared in the middle of August, that she thought the twins would be ready soon, and that she would be waiting for the call. Sarah had given her the option of having the twins born in their home and Callie soundly nixed that idea. He didn’t disagree. There was something comforting about being in the hospital.

  Then one night, he had a dream that Callie was afraid and crying, in pain in the dark. He couldn’t find her and felt like something was holding him back from her. He woke up to her moaning in her sleep in discomfort and she sat up abruptly with a sharp groan and clutched her belly. “I think my water just broke.”

  Ethan was awake in a heartbeat and helped her dress quickly. Eryx grabbed a beach towel from the linen closet and put it down in the truck for her to sit on, and they took off for the hospital, calling Sarah first and then their father. Sarah was waiting for them at the back entrance to the hospital.

  “She’s had three contractions since her water broke,” Ethan said, “about five minutes apart.”

  “Good. Callie, how are you honey?” Sarah asked as an orderly stood with a wheelchair to take her down to one of the private delivery rooms in the area of the hospital reserved for Sarah’s “special” patients. Eryx stayed to hand over the paperwork they had filled out a few weeks ago and grabbed her overnight bag from where he’d set it down and headed to the room.

  It was small, stark white and smelling of disinfectant, but the only thing he cared about was his wife on the bed. Ethan had already helped her into a gown and Sarah was examining her.

  While he stood on the other side of her bed, two nurses that he recognized as Sarah’s associates strapped a fetal heart monitor around Callie’s belly and after a few adjustments, the sounds of their two heartbeats filled the room.

  “You’re about 8, Callie,” Sarah said, stripping off her latex gloves and tossing them in a receptacle. “So we’ll just watch and see how fast it progresses.”

  Smoothing back the hair from her forehead, he kissed her softly. “Can I get you anything, love?”

  She grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly. “Just don’t go anywhere, okay?”

  Laughing, he promised he had no such plans to ever leave her side. “You are well and truly stuck with us both, Callie,” he promised, and she sighed with a relieved smile.

  Within an hour, the contractions were much closer together and Sarah finally declared her ready to push. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her look more uncomfortable than when they positioned her sitting up with her lower body spread bare to the room which was thankfully empty save for Sarah and her nurses.

  With each passing contraction, they helped her as best they could, offering resistance when she needed it, and as much support as they could give. Judging from Ethan’s face, he could tell that his brother felt both awed at the miracle and helpless to make her feel better.

  With her hair matted to her head with sweat, and her eyes glazed over from exhaustion and pain, when Sarah told her to give one more good push, Callie whimpered and looked up at him. “I can’t, Eryx, I’m too, I’m too tired.”

  His heart cracked but he helped her to sit up and said, “You can, love, you’re so close to seeing our children. You can do this; you’re the strongest person I know.”

  Whether bolstered by his words or a pressing contraction, she bore down, digging her fingers into his hand and yelling out a curse that ended on a sob of relief as their first child was brought into the world.

  “Yes, baby! You did it!” Ethan cheered from the other side of the bed.

  “It’s a boy!” Sarah declared, turning the baby around quickly to show them and then handing him to one nurse whi
le she tied the cord. “Which name did you want for our first, kitten?” Ethan asked, tears slipping down his cheeks as he cut the first cord.

  “Elliott James.”

  Sarah reminded them all that there was one more coming and Callie seemed renewed by the sight of her first born child and she brought their second son into the world without a curse this time, but plenty of tears.

  They relaxed her back slowly to the bed and the other nurse took their second child – Evan Roman – to where Elliott was after Eryx cut the cord.

  The nurses disappeared to the corner of the room to weigh and measure them and give them their first baths. Eryx held Callie’s hand tightly while Sarah tended to her and Ethan took pictures of their sons while the nurses cared for them. Ethan returned after a few minutes, his eyes shining with happiness. Pressing a kiss to her forehead Ethan said, “I’m just so proud of you, Callie.”

  She smiled sleepily as finally the nurses brought over the babies and handed Elliott to Ethan and Evan to him.

  Eryx looked down into the face of his son and all the love he’d ever felt in his heart was amplified by a million. He’d not believed in love at first sight until he met Callie, and now he knew that even as a father, he would never love anyone as much as he loved his family – his brother, his wife, and his children. They were all parts of a whole. A whole family.

  “Look at my brother, the softie.” Ethan chuckled as Eryx scrubbed the back of his hand over his eyes.

  “Can’t help it. I’m just so damn happy.”

  “Hey. Watch the swearing,” Callie said with a tired smile.

  “Sorry, angel.” He winked at her and joined Ethan on the other side of the bed where they switched babies to say hello and he whispered into Elliott’s ear, “You’re the oldest, Elliott. That means you have to take good care of your brother because he needs you as much as you need him.”

  “Give me my babies,” Callie said, and held out her arms. After some positioning and discussion about the breast feeding book they’d read together, both boys were happily nursing away, making hungry slurping sounds.