Rowena's Revenge (Broadus Supernatural Society)

by Theresa Marguerite Hewitt

  He seems to hear my plea and an evil grin lifts up one corner of his perfect mouth before he tugs the button and zipper of my jeans down in one motion, quickly kneeling to shove them down my legs, but stopping there, and I feel his hot breath on my thighs, making me quiver. I steal a glance over to Penton and see him watching us from the edge of the bed as he’s paused, mid-undressing himself with one eyebrow raised in intent curiosity. I never thought that knowing someone is watching me in an intimate act could be so fucking hot, but it is and my body trembles with a new wave of heat, my flames fueling the need to have Penton take me and his eyes meet mine, locking my stare as I feel Blaine’s lips on the front of my panties.

  A growl rolls through him as he stands, cutting off my sight of Penton as he pins my arms above my head, turning me around to face the door as his hands roam over the lace of my panties then up and under my shirt, cupping my breasts over my bra. My shirt is up and over my head and thrown who knows where, and Blaine covers my hands, pinning me to the door again. He grinds into me, showing me he’s just as ready as Penton was in the car, and I gasp, biting my lip to try and pull my focus in so that I don’t finish right here and now before Penton touches me.

  “Is that good enough?” Blaine grinds out, his lips grazing my ear as he grinds into me again, harder than the first time, sending my nerves reeling, and white stars line my vision.

  “Very well done, Blaine,” Penton’s smooth, commanding voice seems to calm B’s wolf and his breathing slows down. He kisses my cheek, releasing me from his hold and stepping back. I see him slightly stagger, and then scowl just a bit as he adjusts his pants and I can’t help my eyes from falling to the large bulge of his erection. I don’t know what comes over me, but I just lick my lips and purr, staggering myself when I imagine his engorged, pierced cock in my mouth.

  “Come here, Kitten,” Penton pulls my attention from my wolf, and I step toward him, my shaky limbs still trying to deal with all of the sensations rolling through me as my feet pad across the carpet toward his now naked form, sitting on the bed. Before I reach him he says, “Kneel before me, my joy.”

  I stop just before his feet and drop to my knees, wanting to please him in every way as his eyes wash over me. He cups my cheek, smiling at me, and pulls me between his legs. His cock is right here, in front of me, begging for attention so I wrap my hand around the base and he groans, wrapping his fingers into my hair and tugging lightly, causing me to hiss. I stroke his shaft slowly, letting my fingers squeeze and loosen as they move up and down.

  “Listen to me, my joy,” he growls at me, tugging my hair back as I keep the rhythm of my hands on his shaft. His voice makes my skin vibrate and I tremble under his attention, issuing a low whimper when his lips meet the sensitive skin behind my ear. “Bonding with me will be different than with Blaine. You cannot, at any time, bite me. My blood is poisonous to you, and if you do bite me, you may die. I know you will have the urge, and when that time comes we will handle it.” I try to nod in acknowledgement, but his hand holds me tight so I tighten my grip on his cock, hearing him grunt in pleasure as he presses his lips to my neck. “Magic is a funny thing. Do not be afraid of it.”

  “I won’t,” I gasp, swirling the bead of pre-cum around the head of his shaft with my fingers and running my hand over it again. I don’t know how much longer I can wait so I lean into his hand, angling my head so that my mouth is aligned with his and I whisper, “Please.”

  His hand releases my hair and runs around to my throat, his fingers creeping up the front of my chin and two of them run along my bottom lip. I can see the want and need in his eyes, and I part my lips just a little, darting my tongue out to the tips of two of his fingers, and his eyes light up. I can see he wants me to do it more, so I wrap my lips around his fingers and suck, swirling my tongue around the two tips as if they are his cock before he pulls them free, with a loud ‘pop’ sound filling the room.

  “Stand,” he breathes out, and as I get up on shaky legs, his other hand dips into the back of my panties and pulls them down as I rise. I step out of them without instruction, and as soon as I’m free, Penton pulls me down to straddle his lap, those fingers that were just in my mouth positioned right at my entrance as his thumb swirls around my swollen clit. I don’t hold it in, throwing my head back and letting the moan that I’ve kept buried roll out as he drives his fingers in.

  My flames threaten to burst to life again as a wave of something new fills me, surrounding me in comfort and undying desire. I open my eyes to see a blue and green aura surrounding Penton as his lips roam my chest, sucking and biting at my lace bra before he rips it from my body then covers my already pert nipples with his lips. I focus in on his fingers as the stars edge my vision and my breathing comes out in quick pants.

  As my climax rolls over me, I dig my nails into his shoulders, the sensation of his fingers thrusting inside of me, combined with his lips on my breasts and my flames fueling it all. My body feels as if I’m having a seizure as it trembles in my orgasm. My mouth is open as if to scream, but nothing comes out; all of my energy is focused on my climax as it goes on and on, the aura growing brighter around Penton as he groans, pulling his fingers from my core as it clenches around him in aftershocks.

  He pulls my face to his; covering my lips completely as his hands find my hips and position me over his rock hard shaft, teasing my entrance with its head. He rolls my hips, keeping them just high enough as to not impale me just yet and he nips at my bottom lip. I can feel his magic, or whatever it is, swirling around me, filling my skin with heat as he cups my cheek, tangling his hand into my hair as our eyes meet.

  “Let yourself go, my joy; there is no need to hold back with me.” He smiles, his hand squeezing into my hip and pushing me down, slowly, his large cock fighting for entrance before I stretch and let him in with a moan. He stretches me deliciously, and as he fills me slowly, I can’t stop the mild scream that slips my lips at the feeling. “There you go, Kitten,” he murmurs in my ear as I sink onto him, laying my head on his shoulder. Tears fill my eyes from the wave of emotions rolling through me.

  My flames are begging to be let free as I slowly rise off of him, stopping mid way to slide back down, but I keep them at bay, fearing the outcome. He growls, pulling my face to his with such force that I have no time to react, and he picks up his pace, thrusting into me with one hand on my lower back and one hand holding my face to his, keeping my screams of pleasure in.

  When he bites down on my bottom lip, drawing blood, there is no way I can hold it in anymore. My second climax crashes down on me and I let my flames loose, feeling their heat fill my skin as my limbs quiver in pleasure. I pull my lips from his to throw my head back, exposing my neck in submission to my mate, and I moan loudly as his teeth graze the left crux.

  “You are mine, Rowena. You are my mate, as you are Blaine’s. I will give my life for yours….for both of you. From this day, until death, and beyond.” He growls against my skin right before his teeth sink in, and I scream out in the mixture of pain and pleasure, feeling a third climax crest and roll over me, shaking my limbs even more.

  My leopard jumps forth, my teeth elongating, needing to mark her territory, but I recall his warning. I issue a frustrated hiss as I feel him pulling the blood from my body, sealing our bond for life. His teeth dig deeper and he groans, pulling me down tight to his lap as his cock pulses, filling me with his essence as my walls contract around him, milking him. My eyes fly open as another surge of magic fills me, heating my flames and making a sweat break out over my skin as my orange and blue mixes with his blue and green, dancing around us without harming anything else.

  His tongue runs over the bite marks, cleaning and sealing them, but my leopard still needs to mark something. My breathing is still labored from my three orgasms and Penton pulls my mouth to his, his kiss being sweet and soft as he pulls me from his lap and spins me around, sitting me on the bed in front of him.

  “Blaine,” he says, and I see my other mate stand
ing before me in a second, stripped of his clothing with his pierced cock ready for attention. Penton leans in my ear as I reach out and stroke B’s throbbing erection, loving the way his legs shake just a tiny bit when I mess with his dydoe piercing. “Mark him, then, please him, my joy,” he whispers, picking me up and positioning me over his shaft again.

  I reach for the closest thing, it being Blaine’s wrist, and I bring it to my lips, pleasing my leopard as my teeth pierce his skin and his blood fills my mouth. It’s a familiar and pleasant heat and my leopard purrs into his skin, finally content. I sweep my tongue over the four small puncture holes and release his wrist, having no time to breathe as Penton thrusts into me from behind, bringing me down into his lap as Blaine kneels on the bed in front of me and runs his hand into my hair.

  “Was it hot?” I ask him with a grin as I look up at him, running my hand over his shaft and teasing the head with my lips. He groans and throws his head back, the muscles in his chest and arms bulging with veins from the hormones raging through him.

  “So fucking hot, Kitten, you don’t even know,” he growls, bathing me in a hazel glow as I wrap my lips around his cock and take him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the thick throbbing shaft. His piercing rubs the roof of my mouth as I move back and forth, guided by his hand in my hair as Penton brings me up and down in his lap, stoking the fire within me.

  Before I know it, we are a three person ball of lust as Blaine fucks my face with both hands in my hair and Penton groans into my shoulder, thrusting into me at a furious pace. I try to moan, but it’s strangled, and my fourth climax rolls through me. Blaine stiffens, holding my head tight as his cock pulses, filling my mouth with his cum as he slows my pace. Penton thrusts hard, one last time, holding me as we both quiver in his release.

  They both release me only for a second and the three of us fall onto the mattress; our sweaty bodies, tangling as their breathing is as heavy as mine. I couldn’t be happier than I am right now. Penton kisses my temple and I turn to look him in the eye.

  “I love you, my Elf,” I say, running my hand over his cheek lightly and noticing that the green hue and pointed teeth are gone. He’s back to the Penton I first met, and he smiles down at me, capturing my lips again and I sink into his kiss. I moan into his lips as he runs his hands over my bare chest and releases me, leaving me whimpering for more as he grins.

  “I love you, my joy,” he smiles, kissing my forehead and snuggling his face into the back of my neck as I roll onto my side, facing Blaine.

  He gives me a wink and I can’t help but roll my eyes at him. “I love you, my Berserker,” I giggle, slapping him in the cheek as he makes stupid faces at me. He pulls my face to him, covering my lips and kissing me thoroughly as I lean into him, arching my ass into Penton’s groin and he groans, slapping my bare behind. Blaine laughs against my lips as I squeal a little and Penton tells me I should stop teasing him, lest we get no sleep, so I lay my head back down on the pillow as B runs his hand over my cheek.

  “I love you, Kitten.” He smiles a lady-killer type smile and my heart skips a beat.

  How can I be so lucky as to have two men—two great men—who love me? They love me; do you know how long I’ve waited to say that truthfully about someone I let into my life and into my bed?

  With my mates snuggled around me, I’m totally happy. I’ll do anything for these two men and I will let nothing harm them, or my other family for that matter. I will have my revenge, however, and Cearbhall better be ready for a fight.

  CHAPTER SEVEN:

  Blaine

  December 30, 2016

  “How much longer?” Row kind of whines from the back seat as Penton weaves us around a large gas tanker with its flashers on. Both us share a laugh as she huffs into the window, her warm breath fogging the glass as she pouts those perfect fucking lips. Damn, I could hop back there right now and rock her world; reenacting a little of what we did this morning in the hotel room that was just mind blowing. Even now, just thinking about it my dick gets hard remembering how it felt to be in her pussy while Penton took her ass. First time I’d ever done a DP and it was A-mazing.

  “Only about thirty minutes, my joy,” Penton laughs some more and I see him look at her in the rearview, giving her a wink. “We’ll cross the state line and jump on the 212, and then we’ll be there before you know it and you’ll get to meet your sister’s awesome family and Pack.”

  I hear her sigh and I feel a wave of anxiousness prickle on my skin, flowing from her as she keeps her eyes on the snow outside of her window and the scenic highway flies by. I’m just as anxious as she is and it makes my stomach turn a bit at the thought of meeting all these new people, then possibly becoming a part of their Pack. It’ll be totally different for the both of us; neither of us really having a family as we grew up, but this will be good. We’ll finally get to live at ease, having people around us that will hopefully care and want to help us if need be.

  “Okay,” she says in a drawn out sigh, and I turn toward her, my eyebrow raised at her sass and she can’t keep a straight face. She breaks out in a fit of giggles as I stare at her I reach back, grabbing her knees and trying to pull her to me as my wolf jumps up, growling playfully as she squeals. God I want to kiss her so bad. I hook my hands behind her knees, dragging her to the edge of the backseat so that her face is only an inch or two from mine. She smells so fucking good; I can’t stop the hungry growl that rips through me as I tangle my hand into her hair and cover her lips with mine.

  Her giggles quickly silence as she leans into me, her hands running up the front of my t-shirt, setting my skin on fire, even though her fingers don’t even touch it. Her fingers tickle along my neckline as she smiles, moving her soft, luscious lips over mine, trying to tease me as she keeps me from deepening the kiss. She tugs at the barbell running from the top of my ear down through the lobe with her teeth as I release her for a second, and it sends shocks throughout my entire body, sending the blood rushing to my groin in a second.

  “Not enough time for that, you two,” Penton chides as I suck Row’s bottom lip in between my teeth gently, running my tongue along it before nipping and letting her go. I know my little move just caused a rush of desire to run through her; I can smell it and see it in her eyes as the white-blue depths stare at me, but I just grin and settle slowly back into my front passenger seat as she slinks into the back. “Look, the state line. We’re almost there. Maybe twenty more miles.”

  Almost there, I think to myself and shift in my seat, trying to make my raging boner more comfortable. Almost safe, my Kitten. Just a little while longer. Then we can forget about the damn Cearbhall and all of his little minions.

  He can kiss our asses.

  ~~~~~

  Penton

  I can feel both Rowena and Blaine’s anxiety, floating around in the SUV in thick clouds as they settle back into their seats, and I just shake my head and laugh. They’ll fit in just fine with the Big Sky Pack and all its members, whom I might add are all awaiting our arrival at the local bar, owned by Siofra’s husband’s family.

  I’m not worrying about anything right now; actually I’m happy as could be. I bonded with my mate last night. My mate. Fuck, it’s good to say that; finally. Waiting for her for over three hundred years to come around again after my brother took her away from me made last night extra special and I can’t get that happiness out of my heart. Hell, I’m tapping away on the steering wheel and humming along with the honky-tonk music on the radio.

  “Penton,” her sweet voice flows from the back seat and I hum my ‘uh-huh’ for her to continue, my eyes locked on the snowy road before me as a milk tanker rumbles past us in the opposite direction, throwing snow up on the windshield. “Tell me what they are like.”

  “Your sister?” I ask, smiling out of the uncontainable happiness that stems from her questioning. She mumbles a yes, and I try to figure out the best description of the melting pot that is Siofra, her family and her Pack.

  “Well,” I
start to say, seeing the town line sign up ahead and I judge that in less than 400 yards we’ll be in Broadus with the bar just up ahead, but all my thoughts halt and my nerves step up when Rowena’s scream ripples through the car. Something hard and moving fast hits my door and I’m showered in broken glass and pinned back in my seat by the airbag. Her screams, Blaine’s grunts of pain, they are faded out by the sound of the metal crunching, glass breaking more, and the undying horn.

  We’re rolling; fast and hard across the pavement, as her cries fill the air. She’s hurt; I can feel the pain radiating throughout my own leg, though I know it’s not my own. Blaine is out, his heartbeat in my ears telling me he is okay, just unconscious, as the roof of our SUV scrapes on the ice covered road, spinning like we are on a ride at a fair.

  Orange eyes flash in front of my face and I struggle to get out of my seatbelt as the car’s spinning slows, the metal groaning in its wounded state. He can’t have her, I won’t let him. I need to get out of this damn death box. I struggle with the lock of the seatbelt again. Rowena is moaning in pain now and I can smell her blood in the air as Cearbhall’s laugh fills the now eerily quiet. The crumpled heap of our car stops, slamming against what I’m presuming is another car or the guardrail.

  “Penton,” she cries and I try to move to look at her, but I’m jammed into my seat, the metal pinched all around me. “Blaine?!? Penton?!?” she cries again and I can smell more of her blood as I hear her shift around.

  “Stay still, Kitten,” I try to soothe her in an even tone, trying not to let the hysterics that are flying around inside of me get to her. She whimpers in pain and I can hear her sliding around, the broken glass moving with her. “We’re okay, just stay still. I’ll be free to come get you in a second.”

  “No you won’t,” the familiar dark voice fills the SUV and Rowena screams. A wave of pain fills me as I see a hand dart in through the broken back window and he has her. I yell out in frustration, jerking the seatbelt and trying to break the lock. My magic, it’s still missing, and I could sure as hell use it right now.