Tempted by Darkness

by Avery Gale

  Chapter Ten

  Kit’s body felt like it was on fire. Trev had threatened to tie her to the damned bed if she didn’t hold still before the blasted man had set about shattering her control. Hell, he might as well be using some kind of plastic explosive because there wasn’t a chance in hell she’d have enough self-control to last until they were both satisfied—damn insatiable men. Drown them, she worked out almost every day and their endurance was still far superior to hers. They’d gloated about because they were the mighty Alphas…blah, blah, blah. Personally she was still convinced her original assessment of them as sex maniacs was perfectly accurate. Trev pulled back just enough from the throbbing lips of her to grin, “Insatiable sex maniacs? Only for you, baby. We want you to know how much we love you, and this just happens to be one of our favorite ways to show you.”

  If her mind hadn’t been so fragmented by the pleasure he was bringing her, Kit might have snorted indignantly at his attempt to justify their sex drive. Hell, everybody knew shifters were extremely sexual creatures, but even taking that into account, her mates were overachievers. Just as Trev curled his tongue and plunged it deep into her vagina, Jameson stepped up to the bed. Brilliantly colored sparkles of light exploded behind her eyelids and somewhere in the back of her mind Kit realized her senses were starting to overload, the feelings bombarding her were too much for her mind to process, so when Jameson gave her the command to come, the last threads of her control snapped and broke free. In the back of her consciousness she heard a muffled scream but it was several seconds before the fog of lust surrounding her lifted enough for her know the scream had been her own.

  Thank the Goddess above Jameson had swallowed the sound in a scorching kiss since her parents were staying in the guest suite directly above them. She’d learned a very embarrassing lesson about discretion the first time her parents had visited. Her mother had used the pack’s morning meal as her own personal stage, launching into an animated monologue about how the noises coming from below their bedroom had kept her awake most of the night. Kit’s father had tried to change the subject, but Carla hadn’t let it go until Kit had finally run from the room with tears of mortification streaming down her cheeks. Jameson had been livid with her mother, and according to several witnesses, her Alpha mate had railed at his new mother-in-law for her disrespectful treatment of her daughter. Trev had followed her upstairs, then tried to cheer her up by beating his chest and assuring her their pack mates would consider her noisy response a point of honor for her mates. He’d strutted around their suite with his chest puffed out like a peacock expounding on the sexual expertise of shifters and how anything less than a Richter registering orgasm would be a legitimate cause for embarrassment.

  Kit hadn’t wanted to laugh at his antics—Goddess knew he didn’t need any encouragement, but she hadn’t been able to hold back the giggles that felt like a relief valve. It was the first time she’d truly understood the advantages of having two mates—well, an advantage that wasn’t directly linked to her libido. There had been something both empowering and calming in the knowledge that one mate was downstairs acting as her knight in shining armor, while the other was playing the role of court jester.

  A sharp nip to the inside of her thigh brought her quickly back to the moment. When Kit opened her eyes, her gaze locked on Jameson’s intense dark eyes. His expression wasn’t angry as she’d feared it might be since her mind had wandered once again, instead his eyes reflected love and contentment. “Kitten, I can’t tell you how much that story meant to us. Knowing we’ve made a positive difference in your life fills our hearts with joy.” Kit was stunned. How could they not know how much she loved them? How could they doubt that her entire world revolved around her mates and children? Sure, she loved her parents and Granny Good Witch, but that paled in comparison to her feelings for Jameson, Trev, and their twins. Perhaps you spend so much time focused on yourself…what you want to do and the insignificant things you lost in the bargain, that you’ve forgotten how important it is to be grateful for what you have? The realization of how selfish she’d been was a bitter pill to swallow, but she vowed to make certain that in the future they knew how much she appreciated everything they did for her.

  Jameson had held his hands still against Kit and listened to her mind spinning at a pace that nearly made him dizzy. She was so genuine, that her mind was almost an open book and, if he was actually touching her, it was almost as if she were speaking aloud. She’d gone from a screaming orgasm to run a full gambit of emotions in less than two minutes. He appreciated the fact she was incredibly intelligent and it really was a marvel to listen to her process information and work through a problem or her feelings. What he hadn’t liked was the fact she now felt guilty for their insecurities—that certainly hadn’t been what he’d intended and he was sure that wasn’t the direction Trev had wanted this to go either.

  One of the things that troubled him about her foray into the dark arts was the fact her emotions now seemed to vacillate from one extreme to the other at the slightest provocation. Kit had never exhibited that lack of control before—hell, she hadn’t even been this unpredictable while she’d been pregnant with Ryan and Adana. ‘I agree with you, brother. She has been fighting some kind of internal battle ever since she began training with Devin, but Ruby mentioned this was one of the reasons the Supreme Council was so concerned. Apparently the dark arts are a temptation that few can fully combat, and when that resistance is shredded, so is the person’s emotionally stability.’

  Jameson wasn’t surprised Trev had already noted the change and spoken to Ruby about it, he’d always been far more attuned to the emotional side of those around them than Jameson had. ‘I understand the importance of what she is trying to do, but I’m more worried about her now than I was when I thought the threat was simply physical.’ Worrying about her emotional health was something far more frightening, because he had no idea how to help her recover from that type of damage.

  Kit wiggled beneath their hands and Jameson realized she had come back from her own wandering thoughts to find they’d taken a little detour themselves. He could see the gray clouds of unease in her eyes and was pleased to see them clear somewhat when he smiled at her. “I don’t feel like I’ve been very honest with you and Trev.” Kit’s words were spoken quietly but he hadn’t missed the hesitance and vulnerability he heard in them. He didn’t respond, just watched her thoughtfully as she bit her lower lip. That nervous habit sent a surge of blood into his already aching cock and Jameson worried his brain wasn’t going to be fully functional with a diminished blood supply. Fuck, the woman could turn him on just by breathing.

  “I feel like an ungrateful shrew. You are both so wonderful to me, and I seem to give you no end of trouble.” She took a deep breath and Jameson fought the urge to comfort her when he saw the sheen of tears in her pretty green eyes. But, he knew she wasn’t finished and both he and his brother owed her the chance to speak her piece. They were usually busy telling her what they thought was best, perhaps the better plan would be to simply listen and offer guidance only when she asked for it. Jameson made an effort to move closer so his body was wrapped around her protectively and he softened his expression, but still didn’t speak.

  “I really am grateful for all you do, and for your patience. I know it doesn’t seem that way when you hear my thoughts wishing for a simpler life. When I make that wish and relate it back to before we were mated, it doesn’t mean I think being mated is what caused the problems. I just wish our lives together, and mine as a witch, wasn’t complicated by all this nonsense. It’s exhausting and I feel like I’m working all the time and not making any real progress. But worst of all I’m not giving the four people I love the most in the entire world enough of my time and attention. And that is simply unforgivable.”

  When he opened his mouth to speak, she placed her hand gently against his lips, “No. Wait, please.” She shifted her gaze to Trev and spoke again, but Jameson could feel the effects of the a
spirin beginning to take its toll. “I always swore I’d never be like my mother, always gone off doing something important for the magical community, but never available for her own family. And then what do I do? Exactly the same thing. It’s humbling to see how easy I followed in the footsteps of the person who I least wanted to emulate.”

  Wrapping his fingers around her dainty wrist, Jameson moved her fingers enough to push them into his mouth and nip softly at the tip of each finger. When he pulled them back he smiled, “Kitten, I’m glad you are happier than you have seemed these past few months, but I’m not pleased that you are putting yourself under so much pressure. You are running the risk of burning yourself out. We stood back far too long when Angie was doing the same thing, but we won’t make that same mistake with you.”

  Trev had moved up along Kit’s other side and used his fingers to turn her chin his direction, “Baby, we know your work is important, hell, it would be nearly impossible to gauge the long term significance of what you are undertaking. But the bottom line is, you have to take care of yourself before you can take care of anyone else.” When Kit didn’t respond, Trev grinned. “Think of it this way, if you were trying to save someone who was drowning and they started pulling you under with them, you would have to back away and get yourself in a safe position before you could help them. This is much the same, you can’t help everyone else if you are running on empty.”

  Kit smiled even as her eyes filled with tears. Jameson rolled to his back and pulled her against his chest. “Now, before you fall into a dead sleep, I need to feel you wrapped around me, love. I want to be buried so deep inside you that I feel each beat of your heart. Trev and I are going to love you until I have to catch your screams as our names burst past these sweet lips.” She settled over his raging hard-on and he slipped into the tight channel slowly. She was soaking wet, but he wanted to savor each pulse and quiver of the muscles lining her vagina as he eased inside.

  Jameson had been a Dom almost from the very beginning of his sexual life, and he’d fucked more women during the years since than he wanted to remember. He’d been known as a formidable Dom, his ability to pound into a woman without chasing his own orgasm had become a point of pride during those years. But everything was different with Kit. Jameson still loved their time in the dungeon and playing with her was the hottest sex he’d ever had, but making sweet love to her—the connection he felt between them when things were slow and sensual was earthshattering each and every time. He’d never experienced the joy of soul baring intimacy until he’d made love to Kit. He and Trev had both marveled at the difference one night after she’d fallen to sleep. They’d sat on the small balcony terrace off their bedroom watching the moon move across the sky, and wondered how they’d ever lived without her.

  Kit’s body was already drawing him in deeper and when he felt the tip of his bulging crown press against her cervix, Jameson felt his chest vibrate with a growl as his wolf began pushing to surface. The full moon was nearly upon them and he was already feeling the need to run with Kit. He and Trev hadn’t been able to take her in the meadow for several months and their wolves were feeling the loss. He’d be sure they didn’t miss the next opportunity.

  Pulling her forward, Jameson used his nose to burrow under her soft hair to speak close to her ear. He felt her shudder in his arms when the warmth of his breath brushed the sensitive shell of her dainty ear, “Kitten, your body is tugging me in so deep, I feel as though you are taking me clear to your soul.” Her vaginal muscles clamped down on him like a vise and he felt his eyes roll up until he wondered if he wouldn’t lose sight altogether. “Fuck me, you are killing me, love. Death by sensual overload. Damn, what a way to go.” Then speaking to Trev, he nearly snarled, “Trev, you need to sink into our mate before she sends me over the edge and you don’t even get to play. But I’m warning you, her body is needy and she’s going to rock our worlds in short order.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Nobody had to tell Trev twice to sink his cock into his mate, hell no, he was more than ready for this moment. He’d already placed the lube within reach and the minute he moved into position, Kit arched her back giving him a view of her dark pink rear hole that caused the breath to rush from his lungs. “God Almighty, you have the most perfect ass in the entire world, baby. I know you don’t believe me, but your pretty pink hole is absolutely stunning. You’ve pushed back perfectly, opening yourself up to me and I’m humbled at how you take us both into your body and lead us straight to heaven’s gate.”

  All the time he’d been speaking he’d been rubbing lube into the tight ring of muscles surrounding her rear hole. He could only hope his tender touch and preparation conveyed his desire to take his time and love her, because he knew the minute he shoved himself into her heat all bets were going to be off. There was no better feeling than knowing Kit was fully submitting herself to them. Seeing her arch her back to welcome his cock made the wolf in him want to howl in triumph. He’d heard Jameson’s silent vow to run under the coming full moon and Trev couldn’t wait to fuck their mate in the meadow, and bask in the light of the moon as they had the night they’d officially become mated. And even though it might not make any sense, he wanted to feel his razor sharp canines sink into the tender flesh where her shoulder and neck met. He knew he’d never tire of seeing his and his brother’s marks of possession on Kit’s creamy skin.

  “Oh, Goddess of Light, please. Please, Trev. Move. I’m dying to feel you inside me. I’m afraid I’m going to stop breathing if you don’t push in until I can feel your balls pressing against me. I’ll feel like I’m being split in two, but it’s the sweetest torture in the entire world.” Kit’s voice was lust-filled and raspy from the panting breaths she was taking, her skin was flushing perfectly, and Trev could feel her already pushing back her release.

  “Don’t you dare come, baby. Not yet. Hold it back for us. Wait for it, it’ll be so much better, I promise you.” He knew Kit’s mind was already so awash in endorphins she was fighting a losing battle to stave off the orgasm that was threatening to overwhelm her much longer. But the longer she could wait the more intense it would be, and they all three needed the strength of this moment to meld them back into one. As soon as he’d sunk in all the way, he felt his brother begin to move. The feeling of his cock sliding along the other side of the thin membrane separating them set off sparks of fire that moved from Trev’s cock straight into his balls causing them to pull up painfully.

  Goddamn, at this rate he was going to be the first one to come and he’d only just gotten to the party. What was it about fucking Kit that pushed his control right out the window? Hell, he and Jameson had given subs so many screaming orgasms they’d passed out before either one of them had let go. But their sweet mate ignited a fire in his gut that always turned into a raging inferno within seconds. “Fuck me, I haven’t felt this close to being a one-stroke wonder since I was a teenager. Goddamn, baby, you blow my control to hell—I should paddle you for that alone. Your ass clenches me so tight when I pull back, as if it’s trying to keep me buried deep inside. But then it flares open like a bloom opening under the warm summer sun, just waiting to welcome the heat it knows is heading its way.”

  Kit tried to concentrate on Trev’s words hoping they would distract her from the fire she could already feel surging through her blood, but damn it, the man wasn’t about to make her come just from his words alone. Where was her teasing mate when she needed him? Drown them both for being so perfect. “Oh fuck, kitten, now you’ve done it—his ego already knows no bounds. Of course your assessment of me is spot on.” Jameson’s words were clipped but there was still a trace of humor lacing through them. She shouldn’t have been surprised at their sudden reversal of roles, it never ceased to amaze her how quickly they could assume the other’s personality as if it were their own. But her reflection on the implications of her mates’ twin characteristics was cut short by her body’s response to their efforts to send her over the moon with a release that was p
robably going to melt her bones.

  Trev was beginning to lose his tightly held control as his pace began to accelerate. With each stroke back into her anal passage, Kit felt herself slide a little further into that fogged state of bliss where nothing but pleasure existed. Kit had heard the submissives at Dark Knights refer to it as sub-space, but personally, she thought the term was entirely inadequate. Hell, even knowing “sub” referred to submissive, Kit still couldn’t bring herself to think of reaching nirvana as “sub” anything. Oh no, this wasn’t anything close to “below”, this was more akin to being launched into the stratosphere where the brightest supernovas zipped by as if they were racing to a newly assigned position in the heavens. This was a place where pleasure and pain were so closely aligned they may as well have been merged together. Kit heard a ferocious growl and was startled back from the edge by the realization it had come from her own throat. Looking down at her fingers, she realized they look more like the claws of her wolf than her hands, the red dots of blood on Jameson’s chest attested to the fact she’d sunk them into his chest without even realizing it.

  “Oh, my sweet mate, don’t ever worry about marking either of us. We’ll wear those marks with pride because we’ll remember exactly how we earned them.” Jameson’s voice was raspy and Kit knew he was struggling to hold back his own release. Trev’s breathing was labored behind her and she could only pray that he was close because there wasn’t any way she hold back the orgasm that was already causing her womb to spasm. When the surface of her skin began to tingle, Kit felt Jameson’s hands bracket the sides of her head and pull her down, sealing his lips over hers.