by Morgan Fox
“There will never be another for us,” Ryken reminded her. “I can promise you this, Tabitha, I will always want you. I will always desire you, and there will never be a woman who can piss me off or turn me on more than you.”
The twinge of a smile tugged at her lips. “You do have a unique way of irritating me, Ryken.” She placed the palm of her hand on the side of his face, rubbing against the coarse whiskers of his cheek and jaw. The gesture felt normal, like she had done it a hundred times before.
The touch of his skin sent a jolt of electricity blasting throughout her system, but his touch was nothing compared to the feel of his lips as he leaned down and sensually claimed her mouth. In an instant, his kiss soothed her frayed nerves like nothing else possibly could. There was something truly desperate in his kiss, something she didn’t have a choice but to accept and enjoy.
Parting from his kiss, she glanced from one brawny male to the other. Nerves fluttered wildly in her belly as she asked, “How do we do this? I’m sorry if I act like a virgin here, but I’ve never been with two men at one time. Shit, it’s been a long time since I was with one before the two of you.” Scowling at herself for the way that sounded, her brow furrowed. “Wow, I really do sound like a slut.”
Chuckling, Luken told her, “No you don’t. To be honest with you, I was working a little wolf mojo on you earlier when we were in your train car.”
“Wolf mojo?” she asked, arching a brow.
“Yes, once I sensed that you were a wolf, too, I used the attraction of our wolves to get you to submit more willingly.”
She dug her hands into her hips, scowling playfully. “Now that’s just sneaky,” she hissed with her eyes narrowing into piercing slits.
He nodded with a large, imposing smile illuminating his face. “Mating heat is a primal attraction, sweetheart. One that neither one of us can control.”
She slowly licked and nibbled her bottom lip. Curiosity pummeled around inside her head. Instinct answered her question, but she couldn’t resist hearing the response from their lips directly. She asked with a hopeful tone, “Is sex better when you’re a wolf?”
Grinning with lust-filled desires, Ryken answered, “Sex is great when you’re a wolf. Once you turn completely, I’ll show you exactly what I mean.” His brows flickered up and down.
Smiling, she said, “Oh, I’m sure you will.”
Tabitha tugged her shirt up over her head, leaving her bra on. Staring at both men, hands on her hips, she demanded, “Now, stop talking and get to pleasing me before I change my mind. And, boys…this better be worth it.”
Luken groaned, his eyes focused on her as he asked, “Brother, has our little mate found her own wolf mojo?”
She could feel the smile in his voice like a warm, silky blanket caressing every inch of her sensitive skin.
Licking the seam of his lips, Ryken answered, “I believe she might have.”
In the next second, Ryken closed the remaining distance between them in a single, commanding stride, his hands reaching out to cup her face, his thumbs caressed her jawline until her head leaned back, exposing her delicate throat. Then, his mouth was on the pulse pounding in her neck, sampling the soft flesh under his lips, licking at the savory taste of her body.
Moaning, she eased her breasts up against his steel chest, molding and crowding in close. Her hands came up to cradle his firm ass, tugging his thickening erection against her belly.
Luken slid up behind her, unclasping her bra. Ryken eased away enough to let the material drop to the ground between him and Tabitha, never breaking the connection of their kiss.
Luken planted his hands on her hips and sent her whirling under his control, spinning her so that her back was up against Ryken’s chest. She had no time to react before his fingers gripped the waist of her skirt and yanked the garment free of her body, shredding the material.
Before she could protest, Luken’s mouth was on hers. Her mouth opened at once, stroking his tongue with hers, matching the urgency she felt in his kiss. His hand tightened on hers, and his mouth was suddenly brushing her neck as he inhaled against it. The sensations ravaging her body intensified as his fingers pinched her erect nipple. Something clenched, snapped, and sizzled inside her.
Ryken’s mouth teased her skin while more tingling ripples traveled along her body. While her mouth was occupied with Luken’s fevered kisses and he plucked and stroked her sensitive nipples, Ryken groaned behind her as she wrapped the palm of her hand around his thick shaft. The sensitive nerves of her pussy screamed as she stroked his long length. She couldn’t wait for him to be buried deep inside her, fucking her to the point of maddening lust. She felt him tremble in her hand as she worked his shaft, slow from base to head, swirling her fingers around the moistened crown. He sucked in a breath as she broke his brother’s kiss to lick the palm of her hand and grasp his cock once more.
Head craning back as if growling towards the heavens, Ryken demanded, “Luken, I want my turn.” His voice was low, but resonating. “I want my turn now.” The commanding tone of Ryken’s voice made her pussy clench with need. Damn, these men made her hot with desires she never knew existed inside her.
Luken eased his hold on her hips and allowed Ryken to take command of her body, spinning her quickly to face him. A primal sound escaped him as he pressed his hard length against her body. Tabitha sighed at the untamed feelings running through her veins. Gasping at the wild sensations bombarding her with feelings that surged straight to her core, she felt as if every nerve ending in her body was about to explode. Their wild and skilled hands caressed her as if she were a divine queen they worshiped. She was losing herself in the powerful passion that seemed to burn so easily between them.
Nuzzling against her cheek, Ryken growled, “On your knees, mate.” A fevered chill rushed up and down her spin, and she instantly obliged. She didn’t have a choice. Her body was reacting to theirs on a level she hadn’t experienced with anyone else.
Her knees planted into the soft soil. Then, she arched her back almost instinctively as if alerting him to her demands, begging him to satisfy her more primal desires. Hands flat on the ground, her body was thrumming with need that only they could satisfy. Ryken knelt behind her, coaxing her pussy with the head of his cock, sliding the heavy member over her clit, sending fire blazing into her belly.
Biting her bottom lip, his fingers suddenly replaced his cock. Reaching from between her legs, he massaged her clit, smearing the slick moisture around her pussy, dipping a finger into her cunt, fucking her slowly. He inserted another finger, stretching her pussy wide. The delicious pressure caused her to arch forward in an inviting declaration. Fevered sensations flooded her body and her pussy as his fingers and hands worked her over, gliding over her sensitive clit, fucking, flicking, and rubbing her pussy with exquisite torture.
She was going to come. A mind-numbing eruption she couldn’t wait to experience.
Bucking against him, her mind and body soared to heights she hadn’t felt before. The pressure within her gathered, preparing to explode. In a wave of heat, her mind snapped and she was screaming at the top of her lungs. As she came her body shuddered and her pussy tightened around Ryken’s fingers.
“That’s it, baby,” Ryken growled, giving her weeping pussy little time to rest as the head of his cock teased at her readied entrance.
Instantly, she pushed back against him again, wanting him to drive into her with the force she needed, longed for. She was ready to be fucked. The untamed urges charging through her body were making her so wild with need she was quivering.
With a roar, he entered her with one unrelenting stroke. She gasped at the intrusion, sucking in a breath. She met his slow and controlled thrust, driving him inside her further. He was so big, very big, and she loved it. He filled her pussy with more than just his cock. He filled her with complete and total satisfaction.
Her gaze drifted over a very naked Luken moving towards her. Glancing over his body, she witnessed his shaft pro
truding from between his narrow hips like a rod, his ball sac heavy and begging to be fondled. She hadn’t noticed just how magnificent his body was when they’d first made love. Maybe it was nerves before, but for whatever reason, she wasn’t nervous now. Just the sight of him had her pussy growing wetter and clamping down forcibly around Ryken’s cock.
“Damn, man. I think she likes the sight of you. She’s squeezing my cock so fucking tight.” Ryken groaned, gripping her hips and slamming in deeper and harder. He kicked his head back in a mock howl.
She licked her lips as Luken’s cock lingered in her view. She wanted to taste him, sample him like a tasty treat—a chocolate hors d’oeuvre she was addicted to.
Hungry for him, she lifted her hand up and caressed his balls, encouraging him to move closer. His impressive cock bobbed in front of her, close enough that she flicked her tongue over the moistened head, swirling her tongue around the crown before taking his dick into her mouth fully. Well, as much as she could. Her hand worked over the base of his shaft as her mouth slid up and down on the rest. Her tongue swirled around his cock wickedly each time her mouth sucked him in deeper.
“Oh, God. That feels so good,” Luken moaned, massaging her breasts, pinching her nipples as she fucked him with her mouth. “That’s it, sweetheart, suck me harder.”
As she devoured Luken’s cock, savoring every inch of his fullness, Ryken’s thrusts grew more intense, driving deeper and faster. Her pussy tingled with electrical pulses. Seated deep, he pumped inside her like a piston, inflaming her body even more.
With each thunderous plunge of his cock, tension built insider her, spiraling until she thought she couldn’t take any more. For a moment, she slid her mouth off of Luken’s cock. “Oh, God!” she cried, her fingers probing into the earth under her palms.
Her nerve endings electrified at the intimate touch. Then, a cry tore from her throat when his fierce thrust burned into her like a brand. A harsh noise erupted from Ryken and Luken as she felt their primal control snap. Luken’s fingers dug further into her hair, holding her in place as she milked his cock with her mouth, tasting his sweet, spicy cum, while Ryken’s cock continued its assault on her cunt, empting his seed into her womb.
“Awww, baby,” Ryken groaned, bucking his hips one last time before pulling his cock out of her pussy.
Luken knelt in front of her, cupping her face in his massive hands. “Are you all right, sweetheart? Did we hurt you?”
Smiling, she shook her head. “No, Luken. I’m fine, and that was amazing.”
He smiled. “I’m so glad you said so,” Luken said, his voice hovering on the edge of concern.
Pushing back to sit on her heels, she repeated, “I’m fine, Luken. You really need to stop being so worried about me.”
“Never,” he confessed. “That will never happen, sweetheart. I’m afraid you’ll just have to accept that I’ll always worry about you and I’ll always hold your needs above my own.”
The honesty she heard in his words rendered her speechless. Why would a man care so much about her? She already let him have her body, not once, but twice. It wasn’t like he had to whisper sweet nothings to get into her pants. She wouldn’t need much more than to take a glance into his warm, breathtaking eyes to give into the primal needs that enflamed her body.
Being with these men just felt right, and when the time came that she would have to say good-bye to them, she knew it would be difficult. They would be at McCarthy Ranch soon, and she believed everything would change. How could she keep up an affair with two men? How could she explain to Brie that she wanted the love and devotion of these men…No, not only love and devotion, but hot, passionate sex, as well?
Then, her stomach rolled with nerves and the memory of what she had done before the three had made love in the woods. Brie and her words rushed back in.
“Uh-oh,” Tabitha warned, nibbling on her fingers.
“What, uh-oh? You never say ‘uh-oh’ after sex, Tabitha,” Ryken teased.
Swallowing back her worries, she said, “I think I made a terrible mistake.”
Sternly, Luken told her, “Please tell me we are not going through that again. What we did was perfectly natural, and we care about you more than you realize.”
Shaking her head, she breathed, “No, not that.”
“Then what are you talking about?” Luken asked, pulling his shirt back over his head.
Cringing, she told them, “When I snuck out of the hotel, I called Brie and sort of told her what happened.”
Eyes narrowing, Luken asked, “What exactly did you tell her?”
Instinct told her she’d made a mistake by talking to Brie. The dreaded look on their faces confirmed she was right. Tabitha blurted out, “Everything. Including that I’d slept with you…both of you.” Her hand covered her mouth, her eyes round with regret and concern.
“Oh, shit,” Ryken spat.
“Oh, shit is right,” Luken agreed.
“We are so fucking dead.” Ryken stared up into the star-filled sky. “It’s a good thing it’s almost a full moon.”
Clutching her clothing to her breasts, she questioned, “What does that have to do with anything?”
Ryken locked gazes with her, his face a stone of emotional mystery. His voice filled with powerful awareness as he explained, “Because we are the strongest during that time, and believe me when I say that Luken and I are going to need every bit of our strength.”
Stepping close enough to place her hand on Ryken’s forearm, she asked, “Why is that? Why would you need the strength of the moon?”
Luken closed in behind her, his hands rubbed up and down her arms as if to warm the flesh beneath his touch. He then said matter-of-factly, “Because Sebastian McCarthy is going to kill us.”
* * * *
Mason twisted the silver blade between his calloused fingers as he studied his former pack mate casually sitting at the bar drinking his beer. Tracking his cousin to this hole-in-the-wall bar had been more difficult than he’d first predicted. His cousin was a remarkable hunter and proved to be even more of an elusive target.
Don’t kill him. The voices reminded him over and over again. A bombardment of cries, repeating, we need him, we need him, we need him.
You must convince him…convince him, Mason. Do it now! The voices screamed and echoed inside his head in unison. All begging him for the same thing—collect Ryder O’Laughlin.
He nodded as if the voices in his head could see him. Lifting the back of his leather jacket, he slid the blade into the sheath located at the small of his back. Not far enough out of reach should he need it, but out of sight to help ease the fears of those he came in contact with. He knew that Ryder would know he was armed and would trust him about as much as he could smell him. And with the DNA mutation, Ryder couldn’t smell Mason at all.
Mason stalked to the bar behind Ryder like a lion stalking its prey, silent and deadly. His fingers danced at the edge of his leather jacket, gliding over the hilt of the blade. Standing behind Ryder for what felt like hours, he eased into the chair beside him and slapped his hand down hard on the dark, rubbery wood.
“Jack on the rocks,” Mason demanded to the bartender.
The bartender nodded and placed a glass in front of him, which Mason automatically swallowed in one gulp.
“Another,” he ordered, and the bartender complied.
At least four more times, Mason tossed back the drinks before he turned his gaze to his cousin.
Ryder glared at him curiously, and asked, “Are you trying to get drunk to make it easier for me to kill you?”
“Nope, just trying to numb my need to do that same to you.” Mason laughed huskily, gulping down another drink.
“What the fuck do you want, Mason? I shouldn’t even hesitate to cut your damn head off.”
Mason tsked under his tongue. “Now, is that any way to treat family?”
“Fuck family, Mason,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “What do you want?”
; Mason cocked his head to the side, glancing at the brown-haired giant. Narrowing his eyes, he asked Ryder, “Do you know who Sebastian McCarthy is?”
Ryder arched a brow. “Why?”
He tossed down a newspaper clipping with a woman’s picture on it. He tapped the picture with his thick finger. “Because I want this woman, and she just happens to be the mate of that asshole, Sebastian McCarthy. She’s also the attorney who burned me and ruined all of my fun plans, forcing me to start collecting new toys.” He chugged back another drink. “I owe that angel for all the kindness she bestowed on me.”
Ryder’s eyes glanced down at the bar, staring into his beer. “And what does this have to do with me?”
“I want your help to capture her,” Mason said matter-of-factly.
Ryder laughed, practically spewing his beer all over the counter. “So, a side effect of this mutating DNA must also be brain damage.”
Mason snarled. “You might think this is funny, but I’m not laughing. And you might want to tame that insulting tone of yours, cousin. You really don’t want to piss me off.”
“Right, because you’re the big badass lycan now that you’ve got some fucking superpower bullshit running through your veins.” Ryder took a sip of his beer, swirling the liquid slowly in his glass. He asked plainly, “How do you plan to get her out of the McCarthy stronghold?”
“I have an ace up my sleeve,” he said, his voice warming to the thought of victory.
“I doubt that,” Ryder said dryly. “You’re just playing games, Mason. There’s no way in hell you’ll get her away from Sebastian. He’s a powerful alpha with a lot of followers, and he’ll die before he lets her go.” Ryder stared at him with wild intensity. His jaw twitched.
“I don’t play games anymore, Ryder. I’m above such things. And Sebastian McCarthy will do exactly what I ask for because I’m about to have the best kind of leverage a lycan can have.”
“And what might that be?” Ryder asked, suddenly straightening in his chair.
Mason grinned. “The one person Brie Ferguson cannot live without—her best friend, Tabitha Burns.”
