3#Unlikely Mates: BBW Shifter/Vampire Romance (Their Everything)

by Charlene Hartnady

  “Keep dreaming, vampire.”

  “At some point she will end up choosing me. You need to agree to back the fuck off when that day comes or I will hurt you.”

  Rushe snorted at the sheer arrogance of the male. “When she begs me to mate her, I will get her to call you and tell you to back the fuck off. I might even keep the call connected when I make her mine. You’ll be able to hear each thrust, each moan, you’ll hear her scream as I claim her.”

  Ross’ eyes darkened in…lust. The look was gone before Rushe could analyze it. Maybe he had been wrong. Surely the thought of he and Becky mating should anger the male, not arouse him. He couldn’t scent either emotion but as a warrior, he would be skilled at masking such things. The vampire shook his head while smiling. “We’ll see.”

  Rushe sat forward, his nostrils flared. His dick sprang to life as soon as he caught a nose full of his female’s honeysuckle scent.

  A few seconds later, the male next to him also sniffed at the air. Ross closed his eyes and moaned his approval. “I love how she smells.”

  “Yeah,” Rushe growled. “Except, she shouldn’t be here.”

  “The human will be safe. She is the queen’s good friend. Tanya must know that she is here.” He turned and faced Rushe. “So we’re agreed then?”

  “Yeah,” Rushe answered.

  “No fighting.”

  Rushe nodded. “No rutting…no fighting. I will concede if she picks you.” He said the last through clenched teeth.

  Ross’ neck muscles roped, his eyes hardened up but he nodded in concession just as the sound of Becky’s voice drifted down the passageway.

  Chapter 4

  What the fuck had he just agreed to?

  He should be tearing into this male. A dead wolf couldn’t stand in the way of him claiming his female. Unfortunately he found himself genuinely liking the male. Especially after he had fought so valiantly for his alpha and for Stephany. And especially since he had risked his own life and put himself between him and that bastard Brant in an effort to save him. He had come to the castle to fight him for Becky but instead had ended up fighting alongside him. The whole situation was nuts. There was also that nagging realization that Becky would have a problem with him killing the male.

  Not rutting Becky would be a colossal test of his self-control. Yet, part of him felt it was for the best. Sex was something the female seemed to use as a shield. This way, she wouldn’t be able to hide. He wanted to find out what she was really afraid of. It had become his mission to convince her that he was the male for her. Not just for a day, a month or a year. Hell, not even for ten years but for always. She flinched at the word, but he would get her to believe in forever even if it killed him. Ross would find out what her real fears were and eradicate them, all while not rutting her.

  Both he and Rushe leaned forward as Becky came into view. Her blond hair bounced. It shone brightly in the dull light. The ugliness of their surroundings enhanced her beauty all the more. She gasped into her hands as she caught sight of them. “What did that pig do to you? It was Brant wasn’t it?” Her little hands fisted the bars and her mouth became a thin white line.

  She turned her angry stare on the male who had brought her down. “Let me in.”

  He shook his head. “Sorry, female. I was given orders to bring you here but not to let you in there.”

  “Why the hell not?” Her hands went to her hips. “It’s not like they can hurt me or anything. They’re freaking shackled.”

  The male shrugged. “They could hurt you. You’ll note that their arms are free enough to cause you damage.”

  “I will not hurt her, Gideon,” Ross said.

  The male’s eyes flashed to him. “What about the beast?”

  Ross smiled. “The male came here, at risk to his life, to fight me for her. He may want to do many things to the female, but I assure you that hurting her is not on the list.”

  “My queen will have my balls removed if the human is hurt.” Gideon winced and grabbed his sacks for a second or two.

  “We will not harm her.” Ross decided to try a different tact. “Were you given specific instructions not to allow her into our cell?”

  The male shook his head. “No, but I was told to guard her with my life.”

  “She will not be harmed, of that you can be sure. Let her in, please, Gideon”

  “I see the female as my mate,” the wolf growled.

  Becky made a strangled noise.

  Rushe glanced at Becky before looking back at the guard. “I will not harm her. I give my word. You can remove my head if even a drop of her blood is spilled.”

  Gideon’s eyes dropped to her throat and Ross had to suppress a growl. His female had a delicious scent. A fact that would not be lost on any of the other males.

  The male nodded. “I trust that you wouldn’t agree to allowing her in if you thought the beast would harm her.” Gideon looked at Rushe as he pulled out a set of keys. “I was impressed with how you stood up to our king. I wasn’t sure if it was because you are really stupid or…”

  Rushe growled, his lip curled away from sharp gleaming teeth.

  “Easy, wolf.” Gideon smiled. “I have since decided that you have honor. I respect that.” The cell opened with a creak. The hinges to the doors obviously hadn’t been oiled in the longest time.

  Becky rushed in, kneeling between them. One of her soft, warm hands curled around his jaw. He glanced in the direction of the wolf, seeing that she had done the same to the other male.

  “Look at you.” Her eyes went from the wolf back to him. “What did that asshole do?” She removed her hand while leaning in to the wolf, her focus on his bloody nose.

  His chest tightened and he had to work to keep from pulling her onto his lap, from wrapping his arms around her and growling at the beast.

  Thankfully she moved back to him, running her fingers over his face. “I need a first aid kit. I can’t believe that fucker did this to you both.” Her eyes burned with anger. “I’m going to give that son of a freaking bitch a piece of my mind.”

  She turned her head to Gideon. “I need a first aid kit.”

  From the sound of the groan the wolf made, Ross knew that his eyes would be fixed on her chest which she thrust out as she turned. He glanced at the male and sure enough, they were riveted on her heaving mammary glands.

  She wore a tight white t-shirt, her breasts were encased in a bra but he could still see tiny bumps where her nipples were. His cock twitched and he felt a groan torn from his own throat.

  “Oh god! You’re both in pain.” She hugged them both tight. One of her glorious mounds mashed up against him.

  “We are fine,” Rushe’s voice was gravelly. The male was just as aroused as he was. Ross should be angered, but to his surprise he wasn’t.

  “But all the blood on your faces…you must be hurt.”

  “No.” His own voice was just as husky. “We are already healed. No need to be concerned. I’m glad that you care so much though.” He couldn’t help but to grin at her as she released them.

  She cleared her throat and squared her shoulders. “I was worried that you had killed each other. I would never be able to live with the guilt. It’s my fault.” She bit down on her lip.

  “Don’t say that,” Rushe said. “I don’t like that you rutted the vampire but it was perfectly normal behavior. I wish you were mine but you are not. It was stupid of me to go after this male. When I scented him on you, I lost my mind.” The male grinned. “Now admit that you care.”

  “No freaking way. I can see that you are both well, so I’ll be going.”

  “We discussed the situation.” Ross said. “Have you given any thought to my request to take you out on a date?”

  Her eyes narrowed as she looked each of them in the eye, going from one to the other and back again. “I haven’t had a chance to think about it but I don’t need any time. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

  “Why not?” the wolf asked.

 
“It just isn’t.” Her cheeks were flushed. She crossed her arms across her chest. “I don’t like that the two of you seem to be working together either.”

  “Would you prefer that we beat each other?” Ross asked.

  “I could kill him,” Rushe said.

  “As fucking if.” Ross responded, a smile forming.

  Becky threw up her hands. “This is freaky. I don’t like that the two of you seem to be friendly all of a sudden. What the hell have you been talking to each other about? Exchanging conquest stories by any chance?”

  Ross felt himself frown. Deep grooves marred the wolf’s forehead as well. “I don’t know what you mean,” he said.

  “I’m sure you do.” She huffed, looking very angry. “No dating. I’m glad you’re both okay. I’ll be leaving now.”

  “Not so fast.” Ross gripped her hips before she could escape. He pulled her against his chest, loving the little gasp of surprise and the way her eyes widened. Deep down, he knew he shouldn’t touch her like this in front of the other male. Knowing it could provoke him unnecessarily but he couldn’t help himself. They had agreed not to fight. So, as long as he didn’t take it too far, he should get away with a little touching.

  Ross covered her mouth with his. Although her whole body stiffened, her hands clasped his shoulders. Her little fingers dug into his flesh.

  For a second he thought she would push him away, instead, she groaned as his tongue breached her mouth. The wolf growled, low and deep. His female’s eyes flew open and she ended the kiss on a sharp intake of breath.

  “My fucking turn.” The wolf growled, picking her up easily and pulling her onto his lap. The wolf gripped her ass tightly as his lips brushed hers. He growled in what sounded like frustration while dropping his head and latching onto a nipple instead. It didn’t matter that there was material between his mouth and her flesh because she arched her back, her eyes closed, her mouth slack with pleasure.

  Ross could scent her arousal. Thick and tantalizingly sweet.

  His dick actually hardened. Instead of wanting to hurt the wolf, he found himself drawn to move in behind his female. To continue the assault there. It shocked Ross.

  He had shared many females and had greatly enjoyed those encounters. It was definitely true that two males were more capable of giving a female greater pleasure than just one. Two hands, two cocks, two mouths. Twice the pleasure. It was also true that the greater the female’s enjoyment, the greater his enjoyment. It was a win, win situation.

  As much as he had loved every second of every threesome he had ever had though, he had never thought for even one second that he would be able to share his mate.

  Could it be that he was wrong?

  He had to remind himself that she was a human. That meant that she was small and fragile. He continued to watch as the wolf moved to her other breast. The outline of her swollen nipple clear beneath the damp spot the wolf’s mouth had created.

  His dick actually hurt watching her garner pleasure from his touch. Rushe kneaded her ass, his fingers almost brushing her sex. The male didn’t hold back, using his teeth to nip at her. It was crude, a little clumsy yet he had to admit that the wolf’s ministrations seemed to have the desired effect. Becky moaned low and deep. A throaty sound that made his cock throb with need.

  How would it feel to take her simultaneously? The wolf at her front and him at the back. He growled both in need and in frustration. It wouldn’t be possible. She was too tight to be able to take them both.

  What the fuck was he thinking?

  This was Becky. A human. She would never go for it. Besides, they had a deal. He had to ensure that he won her. This was his mate, not some quick fuck.

  This time when he growled it was in irritation. The wolf’s eyes flashed open. He grinned, his hands tightened on her ass and his mouth once again closed on her nipple. The hand closest to Ross moved down, disappearing under her skirt to fondle her mound.

  His female groaned.

  Not a fuck.

  “My fucking turn.” He growled, pulling her onto his lap. Thank fuck the wolf conceded or he would have had to break a few bones.

  Becky was limp in his arms. She kissed him back. His eyes went to the wolf as he slid his hand up her skirt quickly finding the elastic of her panties. If the wolf could touch her there then so could he. His little human was soaking fucking wet. Her eyes flew open. “No,” she moaned. “I don’t think we should…” She ended on a sharp hiss as his finger breached her pussy.

  There was a growl from outside the bars. His eyes flew to Gideon. Four was a fucking crowd. “Turn the fuck around and get your hand out of your pants.”

  The male’s eyes narrowed but he complied, obviously knowing what was good for him. Ross may be tied up right now but the male would hurt eventually if he didn’t listen.

  “Shouldn’t be touching her.” The male mumbled but didn’t try to stop what was happening. Gideon knew his rank.

  All the while, he kept pumping into her, his thumb slipped and slid over her clit in the same easy rhythm.

  Chapter 5

  Becky knew that she shouldn’t be doing this. The problem was, it felt too good to tell Ross to stop.

  All wrapped up in his strong arms. The hard ridge of his cock dug into her ass. Rushe’s heated gaze bore into her. She squeezed her eyes shut. They were taking turns touching her.

  Both of them.

  She should be freaking out. Telling them to stop. Instead, her blood heated. Her need to come was becoming unbearable. It was difficult, but she managed to crack open her lids. Rushe’s beautiful blue eyes glowed softly. His chest heaved. Both males were smeared with blood. Rushe’s shirt was ripped. In short, they had never looked sexier.

  Ross picked up the pace and her eyes clamped shut once again.

  “That’s it.” Ross murmured while kissing her neck.

  She was panting and moaning. Feeling like a wanton slut but she couldn’t care less right now. Not when her skin was tightening, pleasure coiling in her belly.

  “My fucking turn.” Rushe growled so low that she felt the vibration in her core.

  She whimpered as he pulled her from Ross’ lap. Rushe used his knee to shove her legs open. Although she could barely think straight and was shaking with need, she felt him readjust her skirt, probably to ensure that her ass was covered. Quite frankly, she didn’t care, just as long as he kept touching her. His hand pushed her panties aside as he quickly took over from where Ross had left off. Thank you God!

  “You’re so wet, honey,” Rushe growled into her ear.

  A low groan came from somewhere outside the cell.

  “Don’t,” Ross growled back.

  It had her tensing up. Shit! That strange male was right there, just a few feet away. How had she forgotten about him? He would totally witness her orgasm, which was going to happen very freaking soon.

  “Easy, honey.” Rushe said, adding a second thick finger. Becky let her head fall onto his shoulder as he zoned in on her g-spot making it difficult to remember her name let alone why he needed to stop.

  “Yes.” She gripped his wrist, worried that he might pull away. Everything tightened back up. Her nipples throbbed. Her juices trickled down her thighs. She was going…oh yes…about to…

  Rushe stopped moving. His eyes flew open as he pulled away from her. He seemed to be focused…listening to something.

  “Fuck,” Ross snarled.

  Becky whimpered as Rushe removed his fingers from her very achy, very needy pussy. He pulled her panties straight just as she heard boots. Shit, someone was coming. Rushe pulled her skirt down.

  “Get her over there.” The guard whispered, pointing to a spot just inside the cell. The space was out of their reach because of the chains and shackles.

  Becky’s heart raced as she realized that both Rushe and Ross could get into trouble if she was found so close to them. Also, this guard might be in deep shit for letting her go to them. She scrambled away, taking her place at the cell entrance
. There was just enough time to smooth her shirt and to run her fingers through her hair.

  A big male walked up to them. He was a brute with thick arms and a clean shaven head, his hands were fisted at his sides.

  “What is the human doing in your cell?” He asked, looking from Gideon to Ross and back again.

  “What is it to you?” Ross growled.

  “She shouldn’t be in there with them.” His eyes narrowed on Gideon. “You should know better.” The big male lifted his nose into the air and sniffed loudly. “Mmmm, sweet,” he said as his eyes moved to her. They lowered, heating as they landed on her breasts, lowering further to the junction of her thighs. He sniffed again, louder this time. “You smell delicious.” His eyes heated even more as they returned to her breasts. “So, female, from your scent I can tell that you like us non-humans.”

  “Leave her alone, Titan,” Ross growled.

  Her heart rate picked up a whole lot. She tried to keep her breathing even. If she started perspiring, she would probably give off more of a smell and she didn’t want to attract him any further.

  “I can scent both you and that wolf on her. She obviously enjoys rutting. I can definitely tell how it is that you were attracted to her.” The big male had yet to lift his eyes from her breasts. “You rutted with both these males, human.” It was a statement not a question.

  “None of your freaking business.” She clasped her hands in front of her, to try and stop them from shaking. She needed to get a grip. He might be interested, but he wouldn’t try anything.

  “I am also non-human.” His dark eyes finally met hers. “I have been told by many females that I can rut well. Would you like me to show you?”

  She shook her head. Hard.

  “Back the fuck off, Titan.” Ross snarled, pulling hard against his chains.

  “He won’t try anything? Will he?” She heard Rushe ask the question. His voice held an edge of panic.

  Becky had to work now to keep her emotions under control. To keep her breathing even. To keep her heart from racing out of her chest.