by Jenny Penn
Kort was delicious, an overindulgence like chocolate. Jakob, on the other hand, felt like a straight-up shot of whiskey, both smooth and hot. Taking him on also came with consequences, like being reduced to a boneless, whimpering sex toy. Now if only Jakob would use her for sex, but Kristen wasn’t that naïve.
Gulping in as much air as her burning lungs could tolerate, Kristen held still, not daring to provoke Jakob into making this torment worse. It was already bad enough having to endure his slow penetration when Kristen really wanted to feel all that hard heat slamming in and out of her ass fast enough that she might just get a glimpse of ecstasy again. Maybe even a full taste.
“How you doing, cupcake?” With the full length of his cock filling out her rear, Kristen was doing too damn good for words. A problem she suspected Jakob suffered given the husky strain in his voice. Mr. Control was having issues. A little help with that and he might forget all about whatever stupid game he had in mind.
“Ducky.”
Jakob grunted at that. “And now?”
Kristen didn’t answer, couldn’t answer. She was too busyshrieking over the vibrating pulses that suddenly consumed her clit. The bastard had clicked the butterfly on, sending her world instantly into the chaos of rapture’s ever-building storm.
Her cunt shuddered with wondrous waves of need that couldn’t be contained, crashing out of her pussy in thick rolls of cream. Giving in to the primitive motion, Kristen flexed her hips, and miraculously, Jakob gave her room to make the motion feel good. Not pausing to consider his motives, she threw all the strength she had into lifting far enough up to get leverage to chase after her orgasm.
Jakob let her go wild, holding steady and still as she fucked her ass back against his cock in an ever-escalating rhythm as she raced to catch the ceaseless cascade of tremors pulsating through her clit. Faster and harder, Kristen worked herself into a lather that started to crest with glorious rays of bliss.
Just when she was about to throw herself into the horizon of the best damn climax she’d had in the past few weeks, Jakob brought it all crashing down around her. The butterfly clicked off the same second a hand on her back flattened Kristen into the mattress. Then it was Jakob doing the fucking, pistoning into her ass so fast he blew apart the climax rising inside her and rode the pleasure to even brighter heights.
Kristen clawed at the mattress, a desperate reflex that rose to escape the rapture crushing her under its weight. It was too much, and with each merciless thrust deeper, Jakob made her endure even more. Reason got lost in the rush of ecstasy, and her body responded without thought, meeting each pound of Jakob’s hips against her own in a mindless attempt to sail with him over the edge of sanity and into the peace of release.
As fast and furious as Jakob rode her, he didn’t last long. Not nearly long enough for Kristen to join in his shout of victory, no matter how hard she strained. With a howl, he buried his cock as deep as he could as the thick stalk started to shudder with hard waves that flowed out to consume Jakob’s body.
He collapsed, his head falling into the curve of her neck while his chest flattened against hers until Kristen could feel the outrageous pound of his heart beating against her. He’d worn all but one part of himself out. Still embedded deep in her ass, his massive cock had not softened in the slightest despite having already unloaded twice tonight.
It was time for round three, and Kristen was ready for round three to be the last round. The tremors coursing through his muscles matched the ceaseless spasm of her own, except hers hurt. In agony, her body cried out for release, leaving Kristen distraught enough to consider any option.
Kristen couldn’t win a fight with them, not in this condition. They’d never let her please herself. That only left one thing to do. It was the lowest of the low, but Kristen didn’t hesitate to turn her chin toward the ragged pants heating her shoulder.
“Please, Jakob,” she whispered, not bothering to try and strengthen her broken voice. “I can’t take any more. Please, it hurts.”
Jakob went stiff, and for a moment, Kristen didn’t think the guilt had worked. Then he cursed like a man damned and she knew he’d caved. Not that she had the energy to gloat or would have risked it when he rolled them both over. Kristen didn’t even have the breath to whimper as his dick settled more firmly inside her tight channel.
Anticipating Jakob letting her come by the butterfly, Kristen’s heart lurched as for the second time that night she found herself draped over one mate with her legs spread wide in welcome for her other mate. They were going to take her to paradise again, and Kristen couldn’t wait, wouldn’t survive it if this turned out to be another ruse.
Wanting to assure that she would not be denied, she pressed her luck and lowered her hands to tug at Jakob’s wrists. Dragging them from her waist to her breasts, she sighed as he snickered and covered her swollen globes with his rough touch.
“Please,” Kristen whispered, arching her throbbing tits deeper into his palm. “Love me.”
“Damnit, cupcake, you’re going to pay for this later.”
Jakob growled, a harsh sound promising retribution despite the tenderness he showed as he began to massage her aching breasts. Ignoring his ill temper, Kristen sighed, the gentle, soothing caress of his hands softening some of the harder edges of her lusts. Not enough, though, to dull the impact of the ripples of delight flowing out of her nipples, trapped between his rotating fingers. The tingly sparkles only added to the frustration threatening to consume her.
“Kort?” Kristen panted, fear and panic starting to set in when she didn’t sense him near. “I need you. Please.”
“Damnit, Kort,” Jakob hollered, making her realize that the faucet had been running in the bathroom. “Aren’t you clean yet?”
“I need a moment,” came back the muffled reply, making Kristen whimper over the weight.
“I don’t think Kristen is going to last that long.”
A door opened in response to that, and Kristen turned her head blindly in its direction. Before she could beg Kort to join them, Jakob ordered him to.
“What? You just going to stand there?” Jakob snapped. “Or don’t you know what to do when you got a pussy opened for your pleasure?”
“But I thought—”
“Later,” Jakob cut off Kort’s confused retort.
“Please, Kort.” Kristen added her own breathless whispers to their argument. “I ache. Won’t you help me?”
Tense silence greeted her question, finally being broken by the stomp of feet. “Yeah, sure, but we’re doing things my way.”
Kort’s warning ended directly overhead. Feeling the itchy rub of heavy thighs against her, Kristen tensed, anticipating the first pounding thrust that should have matched Kort’s statement. With her cunt clenched for invasion, Kristen was caught off guard by the teeth that raked over her clit, popping the butterfly free and leaving her tender bud exposed for Kort’s mauling.
Gasping, her hands abandoned Jakob’s to bury themselves in Kort’s silken tresses and press his kiss even harder against her pussy. He retaliated by nipping her swollen bud, sending sharp streaks of rapture shooting all the way through her to erupt from between her lips as shrieks as the spicy, throbbing pain started to melt into the molten pool of ecstasy beginning to boil in her blood.
An inferno Kort stoked with the soothing lap of his tongue right up and over her pulsating bud, giving it a little twirl that had Kristen twisting with the same motion. Over and over again, he toyed with her clit, interspersing the climactic pleasure of having his velvety tongue roll and tease her over sensitized bud with hard lashes of rapturous pain as he took the occasional nibble.
It was too much, and Kristen had already endured more than her limit. She couldn’t control the ecstasy starting to rampage through her and didn’t even bother to try. Giving herself over to her climax, Kristen screamed in anger as Kort’s kiss dried on her cunt, abandoning her swollen folds just when she needed him the most.
Before she co
uld hurl curses at him or drop her hand to cover her pussy and give her ease, Kort gave her something better to scream over. With a sharp, deep thrust, he fucked his engorged cock to the very back of her pussy, making the climax rolling through her collapse. The pleasure imploded, condensing as it spiraled higher and higher, but not releasing her.
Not until Kort moved and slid his long length back out of her cunt, causing fissures of pure heat to ignite as the clenching wall of her pussy got trapped between his cock and his brother’s. Then Jakob shifted, matching Kort’s motion with his own withdrawal as Kort forged back deep into her pussy.
Kristen lost sense of reason and time, consumed by the endless rhythm of thrust and withdraw. Her hard, labored breath matched theirs as they passed her hips back and forth, working both her cunt and ass to fuck their cocks in a ceaseless flow kept her filled, flushed, and aching for more. Arching her neck, Kristen blindly lifted her head until it banged into Kort’s chest.
With no warning she bit him, a primitive provocation that assured his aggressive response. Above her Kort snarled, his hips jerking out of their beat and slamming into a new one that had his length racing against his brother’s as both cocks pounded into her at the exact moment. Kristen gasped at the sweet bliss exploding out of her pelvis as her powerful mates treated her to a seemingly endless series of divine thrusts.
Giving herself over to her climax, Kristen let the ecstasy roll through her, washing away the whole world as sweet oblivion called out to her. In the distance, she could hear Kort and Jakob grunting as they exerted themselves and the sharp pinch of their matching bites as they came in a possessive rush. The feel of their release flooded through her body, making her own that much more gratifying. Kristen passed out with a smile on her face.
Chapter 24Kort collapsed, losing sense of the world and reality as he luxuriated in one of the most splendid releases of his lifetime. It was better when all three of them were together, best when they all came as one. He’d never give this up. Sure as shit, he wasn’t going back to the hell of the past two weeks. That sobering thought ruined Kort’s moment, aided by Jakob’s grumpy voice.
“Hey, man, do you mind? You’re crushing me here.” Kort grunted, not really concerned over Jakob’s well-being, but he was over Kristen’s. They’d been hard on her, not bothering to try and rein in the beasts’ more savage urges. Still, Kort found their mate smiling when he lifted his head. Kristen had passed out happy. Hopefully, she’d wake up that way.
Forcing tired muscles to work one last time that night, Kort heaved himself up onto his feet but didn’t release Kristen. Instead, he dragged her with him, unwilling to pull his contented cock free from the warm glove of her pussy. He felt her shiver, a mutter tumbling from her lips at the same moment Jakob’s dick popped free of her ass.
“This position is killing my ass.” Jakob matched their mate’s grumpy protest as he lifted off the edge of the bed. “Next time either you’re on bottom or we’re moving higher up on the mattress.”
“You’re the one that had her waiting like that,” Kort reminded him, inadvertently reminding himself of how quickly Jakob had caved.
The memory and its implication disturbed Kort enough that the chill cutting through him couldn’t be warmed by the tight clench of Kristen’s cunt. He feared he’d feel this kind of alone for a while. Sighing over the loss of a satisfaction too good not to be bitterly missed, Kort lowered Kristen down into the middle of the bed all alone.
Pulling free of her heat, Kort echoed Kristen’s groaned complaint. Hers ended when she rolled over, smothering the sound into her pillow. Kort’s only got worse as he stared at the tempting picture she made. He’d never get enough of her, but right then he had to walk away.
Leaving Kristen to her sweet dreams, Kort followed Jakob into the bathroom to clean up. Despite the recent fun, Jakob didn’t appear in any better of a mood than Kort. He suspected Jakob’s loss of control plagued him as much as it did Kort, though probably for totally different reasons.
Whatever held Jakob tense and silent, the worry followed them back into the bedroom. Even after they’d tended to their mate and settled into bed with her, Kort could feel the tension echoing his on the other side of the bed. It only thickened as the minutes dragged past, proving that no amount of avoiding the subject would make it go away.
“You can’t control yourself.” Kort caved, knowing he wouldn’t relax until it was said. “And now you’re thinking we need to leave.”
“You must be thinking it, too,” Jakob retorted, ducking out of actually answering. “Or you wouldn’t be saying it.”
“I’m saying I don’t want to go,” Kort corrected him, annoyed to be right. “I’m tired of all these games, Jakob. I just want to be with Kristen.”
“And you will,” Jakob assured him before conceding, “eventually. And I’m not the one playing all the games. If you want them to stop, we have to leave.”
“I don’t get that.” Kort shook his head, thinking how both Kristen and Jakob liked to complicate things unnecessarily. “Why can’t we just tell her we need her, that we’re tired of everything. You know, honesty. Isn’t that supposed to be the best policy?”
“Not when you’re dealing with a woman.”
Kort grunted at that, not exactly in the mood to argue Jakob’s grim statement. “And what will leaving accomplish? Besides petrifying my dick and enraging my wolf?”
“It will prove to Kristen that she needs us just as badly as we need her.” Jakob sighed, shifting restlessly and provoking a mutter from their mate. He waited a second, only speaking once Kristen had settled down.
“She never wanted a mate, Kort. As a Narin, she would have had the right to pick who she wanted, but we took that choice from her. That’s why she’s mad, and only giving the choice back to her will make it right.”
“We can’t undo the mating.” Kort reminded his brother of the obvious. “Nobody can, and I’ll kill whoever comes up with a way for Kristen to try. She’s ours.”
“And we’re hers,” Jakob retorted instantly. “That’s why we have to leave, because she needs to figure that out. The quickest way for that to happen is to show her what life without us would be like.”
“Maybe that’s not what she needs convincing of,” Kort retorted. “It’s like you said, she had the right to pick, and she knows we never did. You ever think that might be what’s bothering her?”
“No,” Jakob answered bluntly. “And I doubt Kristen cares about how we feel.”
“Sure she does.” Kort rolled his head to catch his brother’s grim stare. “She’s been using sex against us because that’s the only thing she thinks we care about.”
“That’s not exactly a compliment,” Jakob pointed out dourly.
“No, but it also proves that she wants us to want her,” Kort pointed out. “For most women that goes deeper than sex. In mates it always does.”
“So you think she’s been using sex against us because she thinks that will make us want her on a deeper level?” Jakob smirked. “Actually that does sound like a woman, but Kristen should know better.”
“Should doesn’t mean she does.” Jakob couldn’t argue that point either, emboldening Kort to press further. “We need to prove to her that this is more than just about sex, and I don’t think abandoning her to here is going to accomplish that.”
Jakob didn’t say anything for a moment, but finally relented with a begrudging acceptance that Kort might have a point. “I guess.”
“There is no guess to it. You don’t prove to a woman that you love her by walking away from her unless you’re in some stupid, hoity-toity movie.” Kort glanced down at Kristen’s soft smile and found his mood lightening as his own lips lifted.
“Don’t be so quick to dismiss the idea,” Jakob warned him. “I got a feeling Kristen likes hoity-toity movies.”
“Probably.” Kort would live through watching them if it made her happy. “That doesn’t change the fact that we have to show her that this isn’t abou
t her giving up Peter or her job or her old life, but about building a new one with us, a better one with us. And I still don’t think leaving accomplishes that.”
“No,” Jakob whispered, his tone sounding like the afterthought of whatever idea rolled through his head. It held him silent for a moment and had Kort’s gaze lifting from Kristen’s in worry of what would come out of Jakob’s mouth.
“I think leaving might accomplish it.” Jakob smiled. “In fact, I think it’s just in how we tell her.”
“Tell her?” Kort snorted. “I haven’t agreed to anything to tell her about.”
“But you will,” Jakob assured him. “Because we’re going to leave, and Kristen is going to come with us. I have a plan I think you’re going to like.”
Kort sighed, knowing he wouldn’t win this argument. “How long you think that will take?”
“Hopefully just a few days.”
Kort snorted, thinking their stubborn mate would need more than that. Well, he told her he’d endure any pain. Apparently, Kristen meant to test that theory.
“Fine,” Kort admitted defeat with ill grace. “Now tell me about this plan.”
“Would you at least tell me where we are going?” Chapter 25Kristen told herself she was a fool to let Jakob guide her out of the McBanes’ house. He was up to something, something no good given the gleam in his eyes. The wicked gleam assured her that the hammer she’d been waiting to fall these past few days had finally started to swing. She had every right to fear the oncoming impact.
After everything that had happened Thursday night, she’d had every reason to expect that their argument and punishments would continue Friday morning. Actually, Kristen had woken up determined to tell them she didn’t have time for battle that morning. She had work to get to, or escape to.
Not that she’d gotten around to enforcing her rehearsed argument. Instead of going on about Peter or trying to even the score from the previous evening, Kort and Jakob had ravished her outright. Taking her separately, together, until her legs had trembled and she didn’t even have the strength to get up and take a shower.
