Tempted by Darkness

by Avery Gale

  Trev pulled back, studying her with his brow raised in question so Kit continued, “I knew you were upset, but I didn’t take time to hear you out. That isn’t what mates are supposed to do. It certainly wasn’t loving, nor was it even fair.” His eyes softened and he pulled her into his arms, and for the first time since they’d come upstairs, Kit felt as if they were finally set on a path to resolve their problem with Damian.

  Turning her so she was standing beside her, Trev pulled her tightly against his side before speaking to the group, “Part of my disquiet about what happened downstairs is related to something personal that my mother said before she died—but I’m going to leave that out of this particular discussion. What is important here is the part Kit just mentioned. I saw huge rocks and gigantic boulders falling all around her. I could still see the seal and hear the chanting she and Braden have mentioned but not the people. My initial fear was that I was seeing the love of my life buried alive, but after listening to Kit and Braden, I agree that she wasn’t a solid form.” Kit realized now that he’d been terrified that he was seeing her death, and she couldn’t help turning to wrap her arms around his waist. After what had happened to their parents, he had to have been horrified by what he’d seen.

  Tightening her arms around him, Kit was once again humbled by how much more she received than she gave in her relationship with her mates. Knowing the depth of his fear for her was just one more example of their remarkable capacity for unconditional love. As the discussion continued to swirl around them the room began filling up until Jameson’s deep voice finally boomed over everyone, “Let’s adjourn this for now. Everyone meet in the downstairs meeting room first thing tomorrow morning—and I do mean everyone. Any pack member who is free, needs to be there. Nick, make sure everyone is notified and I’d certainly like to see Kit’s family and Cecil there as well. It’s time to get a plan in place and wrap this thing up.”

  Kit couldn’t have agreed more. She was tired of living with the entire mess hanging over her head. The dark wizard was taking up entirely too much time in her life and Kit was more than ready to relegate him to her past.

  Libby Wells was physically and emotionally exhausted. She’d spent months working sixteen hour days and now that the project was completed, her research all compiled and her presentation nearly ready. She already felt lost, oddly adrift, and technically she wasn’t even finished yet. She still needed to make the trip to the convention and present her findings. She had taken time this evening to go down the street to the small deli for a sandwich; after Charlie’s admonishment about how much weight she’d lost, Libby had tried to be more conscious of taking care of herself.

  The night she had spent with the two shifters had reminded her that there really was more to life than work. Holy shit those two had set her entire body on fire from their first touch. She’d heard Kit and her friends talking about all the benefits of ménage relationships, but she’d honestly thought they were exaggerating when they’d spoken about the pleasure—not! The two men had made love to her all night and oddly enough the next morning she’d been totally energized rather than exhausted. They had both smiled and assured her that her observation was precisely what they’d wanted her to see, and then proceeded to make her promise to call them as soon as she returned to the city.

  Before she’d gotten in her car the next morning, Libby had blurted out the question that had haunted her since she’d arrived the afternoon before. When she’d asked the men if they’d been watching her, they had both tilted their heads to the side in question before hustling her back inside the mansion. After she’d explained she’d had the strangest feeling she was being watched, they’d given her a small caliber pistol and made sure she knew exactly how to use it. Both men had also promised to accompany her to the convention and begun making the arrangements.

  Libby had barely had a moment to herself since. Either Charlie or Dirk had been at her side almost every moment since, and it was only this afternoon that she’d convinced them she would be fine until they all met at the airport tomorrow morning. Now, walking down the deserted hallway leading to her office, Libby knew she’d made a huge mistake.

  Standing in the hallway outside her office at the university, she felt the fine hairs at the back of her neck stand up on end. Reaching into her bag as if she were looking for her keys, Libby wrapped her fingers around the small pistol they’d given her and flipped off the safety—cringing at how loud the click had sounded. When she turned around, she faced the ugliest creature she’d ever seen. The first thing she noticed was that she couldn’t tell if it was male or female. The long black robe was tattered and torn with what looked like burned holes scattered over the surface. But it was the black sword that held her attention, when the creature raised the weapon overhead, Libby didn’t hesitate—she fired her own weapon, emptying the small clip. Watching in horror as the body dropped to the floor, Libby felt her knees go out from under her. As she slid to the floor, she was barely aware of shouting and the clamor of heavy footsteps as people raced to her side.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Kit felt the pleasure building until her head fell back against the pillow and colorful sparkles of light began dancing behind her eyelids, “Open those beautiful green eyes, kitten. I want to see your need. You pleasure belongs to us—don’t deny us the chance to see it…to hear it.” She was certain it would be much easier to fight back the pleasure and open her eyes if he would stop using the tip of his tongue to draw circles around her clit. Goddess, the man was absolutely ruthless at times.

  “If you’d just fuck me already, I’d be more inclined to behave.” She was drowning in the endorphins flooding her system so she didn’t care how pathetically needy she’d sounded. All those feel good chemicals racing through her system were just a preview of coming attractions and she was more than a little anxious to get to the main event. Her body was gearing up for her coming heat—she could feel it, and the primal need to mate was tightening its hold on her with each passing minute. Perhaps she was using it as an excuse for her behavior, but she didn’t care—she was horny and fully intended to be sated…and sooner rather than later. Was it horrible that she was so unrepentant? Hell, she didn’t even care about that.

  “You are awfully demanding for a sub, baby. What makes you think we’ll just give in to you?” Trev’s voice was soft and entreating despite the words he’d spoken. He didn’t fool her for a minute. He was going to give her everything she was demanding and more. He’d never been the demanding Master that Jameson was, though the two of them did a bang up job of playing good cop bad cop if you asked her.

  Just as she opened her mouth to speak Jameson’s palm landed a stinging swat to her ass. “I think you’ve made enough demands, sweet sub. Let’s see if you can manage to earn some of the satisfaction you seem to think you deserve.” Jameson’s words were more direct and she knew he thought he was intimidating, but his eyes were gleaming with lust and Kit fully intended to play that for all it was worth.

  “What do you want me to do, Sir? You know there is nothing I won’t do for you—both of you, don’t you?” She’d tried for sweet, but the grins on their faces told her neither of them were buying it. “What?”

  “Baby, you are just about the worst liar who ever walked the face of the earth. And just in case you think that’s an insult—think again, because it’s actually one of the many things we love about you. Well, that and your brilliant mind and your lovely ass.” Trev’s smile was pure devilment and she had to fight the urge to roll her eyes at him. “Oh, baby, rolling your eyes would indeed be a very bad idea.” Damn I really hate it when they do that.

  “I don’t know what you mean. I didn’t roll my eyes at you, Sir. I’d never do anything that disrespectful.” Kit even batted her eyes to add to the effect that she was really trying to behave—but both of her mates burst out laughing. Maybe it was the hormones building up as her body readied itself for mating, but she felt tears fill her eyes. It didn’t make any sense that h
er feelings were hurt, hell—she knew they were just teasing her, but still.

  “Oh, kitten, we fully intend to take care of you. We weren’t trying to upset you and we should have known better—you’re far too close to your heat to tolerate our teasing.” Jameson’s words soothed her, but it was the feel of his calloused fingers trailing a line of fire up her arm that flipped the moment back to sensual. Goddess above the two of them could set her entire soul on fire so easily it was almost embarrassing—almost. “You are our mate, kitten. The other half of our souls. There isn’t anything we wouldn’t do for you—well, except let you go. We’ll never let you go. You own us—you know that, right? We belong to you just as you belong to us.”

  It was true. Kit knew it to the depths of her soul. They belonged to her heart and soul—now she just wanted them to get their cocks inside her and prove it. Oh yeah, her heat was no longer creeping up on her, it was now in a full frontal charge. In the back of her mind, Kit hoped the problem with Damian could be resolved quickly because she knew all too well how consuming the need to fuck was once she was fully in season. Most wolf shifters rarely left their beds during that time. Hell, they didn’t care about much except the mindless pursuit of their next orgasm. Sex with Jameson and Trev was always mind-blowing, but there was always a sense of urgency during her heat that ramped everything up to the point it was an all-consuming obsession. A mindless need that only her mates could satisfy.

  The more aroused she became, the more it spurred her mates’ desire and at the present rate, Kit figured they were all three going to erupt into a ball of scorching flames within minutes. “Perhaps you should give our sweet sub something else to think about besides her need to come, brother. Her greedy little body seems very focused on one particular goal, and I for one am not ready for this to end just yet.” Jameson’s growled words vibrated over her bare sex sending another wave of her cream rushing down the channel to slide over the bare, swollen lips of her sex. “Oh, sweetheart, that rush of your sweet syrup is exactly what I’ve been waiting for. You taste like a summer night in the meadow during a spring rain—and it’s the most addictive drug in the world. But nothing changes the fact that no matter how intense the need building in my groin is—it will always be surpassed by the love in my heart.”

  Kit was listening—mostly. But the feel of the engorged head of Trev’s cock pressing between her lips to slide over her tongue was quickly stealing her concentration. She could still feel Jameson’s tongue lapping through the folds of her sex, the closer their wolves pressed to the surface the rougher their tongues became until just the smallest contact would be enough to push her over the top. But he was right, she didn’t want this to end just yet either. When the engorged head of Trev’s cock pressed against her lips, Kit felt the liquid silk of his pre-cum. His harsh growl of satisfaction as he painted her lips with the pearly drops drove her own desperation even higher. She parted her lips just enough for him to push his way in because she knew both of her mates loved the feeling of power they got from shoving their way in on the first pass.

  “Fuck! That is amazing, baby. Your mouth feels like a plunge into hot, wet silk. Holy Goddess save me from the rapture of your tongue. You are going to steal my control far too quickly if you keep that up.” Kit was wrapping her tongue around his cock as he slid in and out in ever deepening thrusts. She paid particular attention to the sensitive spot just under the rim of his bulbous head and wanted to smile at the animalistic growls coming from deep in his throat. “Brother, you need to step it up or she’s going to suck the cum right out of my balls and I’m not going to be able to hold anything back from her. Our woman’s mouth is fucking lethal.”

  Jameson couldn’t take his eyes off the scene playing out in front of him. Kit was spiraling out of control faster than any other time since her last cycle and it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. The longer they were mated they more sexually attracted he was to the sweet witch whose bare sex he was tongue fucking. And if you had asked him the first night he’d met her, Jameson would have sworn things couldn’t get any hotter. For years Jameson had heard Doms at the clubs they’d frequented complain endlessly about their subs “losing their sexual appeal”. Since shifters mate for life, it had been a niggling concern in the back of his mind for years. Just thinking about spending the rest of his life with someone he didn’t find sexually attractive, someone whose sole appeal was the fact she belonged to him hadn’t set well at all.

  Jameson had always hoped the mate who had eluded them so long would appeal to both he and his brother, but even in his wildest dreams he hadn’t envisioned the sexual attraction they both felt with Kit. Every time they fucked her it was better than the time before, and knowing she was coming into season just meant things would be escalating in a big way and soon. In the back of his mind, Jameson considered how dangerous it would be for them to be too distracted by the problems with Damian—if things weren’t resolved soon they’d need to turn things over to their Betas. And even though he knew Tristan and Nick were more than capable of tackling the problem, Jameson knew they were still monitoring Angie closely after her kidnapping. For now, he pushed the concerns to the back of his mind. Worry didn’t have any place in their bedroom—not when his wolf was pressing at him and he could feel his tongue elongating and roughing as he lapped at Kit’s labia.

  The scent of his mate drove him to distraction—plain and simple. The difference in her fragrance as her body readied itself for the intensity of their sexual exploits while she was in heat fascinated him. Her cream took on a much earthier scent and thickened to protect her delicate tissues from the rigors of their insatiable hunger. The liquid silk sliding over his tongue in sweet rivulets would become as thick as maple syrup in the winter during the next few days and he nor Trev would be able to get enough of it.

  “Kitten, your pussy is as sweet and juicy as a ripe peach. And feeling the walls of your channel quiver as those greedy muscles try to pull my tongue deeper is making me insane with the need to fuck you.” He let the words settle for a few seconds before he continued, “But you know the rules, my love—you have to come before we’ll give you what we all want.” He and Trev wouldn’t take her together until she’d already had at least one release. They never wanted to push her to physically accept them before she was ready, and their sexy little mate tended to think she was ready long before they did. Jameson had heard horror stories from other shifters about torn tissues and ruptures, hell, he had nightmares about hurting Kit.

  “Please, oh please. I’m going to die if I don’t have you.” Her voice was thin and raspy with need. ‘Perfect. Just the way we want her. Let’s do this, brother—before I explode.’

  Jameson met Trev’s eyes and gave him an almost imperceptible nod, then watched as his brother cupped her cheek and began thrusting quicker and deeper each time he slid past her swollen lips. Goddess above the woman was beyond beautiful—inside and out—and he couldn’t fucking wait to be inside her. Watching his brother strain to hold back his release, Jameson knew they needed to send her over the edge into bliss and then treat themselves to the pleasures only Kit could give them.

  ‘Give her the command, man. I can see how close you are and you don’t want to fuck up and miss the main event.’ Trev barely let him finish the thought before he pulled back and growled, “Come for us, mate. Now.” Jameson felt her entire body stiffen as if every muscles had locked down at precisely the same moment. Even though Trev had sealed his lips over hers, the muffled sound of her scream went straight to Jameson’s cock and he nearly came against their smooth cotton sheets. Hell, he hadn’t lost control of a release before he’d been inside a woman since he was a damned teenager. Cursing his body’s lack of control, he shifted uncomfortably without ever slowing the pace of his tongue’s thrusts.

  Linking to Kit’s mind was probably a mistake, but he couldn’t help himself. Feeling her orgasm was almost as good as having one himself. The depth of her ecstasy was always humbling, but he wondered how much
more intense it would be as she neared her cycle. Jameson felt the jolt as if he’d been hit with a high voltage line—hell, lightening probably wouldn’t have packed a punch more powerful. He couldn’t actually see what she was seeing, but he felt as he’d been run over by a bus when her emotions rolled over him. The pure ecstasy that she was feeling pounded into Jameson with so much force he felt his canines lengthen as his wolf pushed ever closer to the surface.

  Jameson moved quickly into position as Trev lay back on the bed and pulled their still trembling mate on to his heaving chest. “Baby, you nearly gave me a heart attack. God, I need inside you. Now. Right fucking now.” Jameson watched as Kit trembled and attempted to position herself over Trev, but she was obviously struggling to make her arms and legs cooperate. Hell, after what he’d felt from her, Jameson was impressed she was still conscious.

  “Here, kitten, let me help you.” When she was filled with his brother, Jameson watched Trev pull her down to his chest. “Let Trev love you, kitten. I’m going to make sure you are ready for me so we all enjoy this as much as possible. And baby, if we can make this even half as good as the orgasm you just shared with me—hell, I’ll die a happy man.”

  Jameson used the time he spent massaging lube into the tight ring of muscles around Kit’s rear entrance to rein in his raging drive to sink into her heat with pounding strokes that would rocket them both into orbit. But listening to Trev’s sweet words of encouragement and feeling her relax into his touch gave him enough time to reflect on how truly blessed they were to have found such a perfect mate. Leaning forward, he nipped at each of the rounded globes of her ass before pulling them apart and positioning himself to slide into heaven.