B00S79KYL6 EBOK

by Unknown

  Suddenly she shot up and was pulling out Irish whiskey from a cupboard. She added some to her coffee and placed the bottle within Shane’s reach if he wanted any. “I’ll need more than coffee for this conversation,” she mumbled. Her eyes had yet to settle on Shane’s since the picture. He reached out to grab her hand and when he squeezed it, she finally looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

  “Mom, it’s ok. I just need to know what happened.”

  She let out a breath then reciprocated his grip. “I was Mated before your dad. It had been centuries and I hadn’t found my Ever Mate, I was lonely. Tired of the casual sex scene, I wanted something more.” Shane bypassed the mention of sex, his mom was a shifter of course she was sexual. It wasn’t like the humans who cringed or got grossed out when their parents talked about sex. This was natural. “I met your birth dad, Colton, and we fell in love. I was happy for so many years, we were happy. We had Callum seventy-nine years ago, then sixty-eight years ago I went to visit my mother and one day we went shopping, just a normal pastime, but anything but an ordinary day for me. My wolf roared to life and struggled to get out, break free, she tried to take control. I felt him, your dad. He was just coming out the store we were going in. I was drawn to him, we spoke for hours. But I told him I was already Mated, and I was happy. And I was. I returned home that day and as hard as it was to do, I told Colton that I met my Ever Mate. I told him all that happened and how I left him there and came back to him. I’d never seen him cry until that night. We made love and I thought it was perfect. But the next morning, he told me that he was leaving, and that he wanted to take Callum with him, that he needed a piece of me to hold onto. He wanted me to go back and find your dad, he said he didn’t want me to give up the chance of love and happiness from an Ever Mate. He loved me too much for him to be selfish. It was the worst day and the best day of my life.”

  She took gulps of her coffee in an effort to calm her nerves. “I loved him, I would’ve stayed with him and been happy. We were Mated and I had removed my Ever Mate from the equation, it would’ve worked.” She was right, it would’ve. It’s been known to happen before, when Mated to another but in love, and if the Ever Mate was not in the picture, it worked. But his biological dad wanted her to have more than him. He wasn’t sure how he should feel about that.

  “I begged him not to do this against the instincts of my beast. I begged him to let me keep Cal, but in the end I couldn’t deny him Callum. I wanted to keep him, have something of Colton for myself as well, but in the scope of things, he was sacrificing himself for me even though I didn’t expect or want him to. I mourned them for weeks, I still do. I wanted to stay in contact with them but he didn’t leave me with any information. It wasn’t long after he left I noticed the change in my scent, I was pregnant again. I was happy and then scared. I didn’t think I could be a single mom and at those times, well let’s just say I went from a Mated female to being single and pregnant. I went and found your dad. I fell for him instantly, but that didn’t erase the love I had for Colton or Callum. When you were born, it seemed to make things even out for me. As if I had the best of both worlds. Some part of Colton for myself.”

  After finishing her coffee, she poured some whiskey into the empty mug. “Your dad knew I was Mated before, and knew when I found him I was pregnant by that Mate. I explained to him what happened and he helped me to grieve while the Mating pull helped us to...well Bond. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t know how to. I was afraid that you’d get upset at your dad and feel as if we lied to you. I knew this day would come,” she whispered the last sentence. “I’ve been dreading it ever since you were born. I should’ve told you, I’m sorry I didn’t.”

  Shane didn’t hesitate, he stood up and lifted his mom into his strong arms. “Mom, I’m not upset, really I’m not. I don’t blame you or dad for anything. I had the best childhood I could ever have. Once I saw this picture, I just needed to know. To be sure it wasn’t some cosmic fluke.” She cried softly against his chest, and he let her; kept her secure in his grasp.

  “How did you find out? Who is the female in the picture? His Mate?”

  “Was his Mate. He cheated on her, and it turns out that Micah is actually Jess’ and my Ever Mate.”

  She pulled back to look up at him in confusion. “What?”

  He laughed down at her. “Sit back down. It’s a story.”

  He told her the gist of it, explained all he could without going into any of Micah’s past or personal experiences. That wasn’t his story to tell. At the end of it all she did was ask, “When can I meet her?”

  “After we get her to accept our Mating Claim. I’m sure you can see why she’d be hesitant, especial with me looking like Callum.”

  “What about Sunday dinner? You wouldn’t let her sit at the warehouse, would you? And you’re not going to stand me up, are you?”

  “You’ll see her on Sunday. I have a feeling she’ll accept the claim by then.” After receiving the closure she needs.

  Micah and Jessiah were like a tornado, ramming into anything and everything that got in their way. He had lifted her and wrapped her legs around him as he kept pummeling her mouth, tasting her sweet flavor. Micah dropped her legs to the floor and a moment later he was up against the wall with her pressed into his groin. She locked his hands above his head as far as she could reach. Jessiah, not liking this new position wrenched his arms free and using his supernatural speed he picked her up, moved from the wall to their entertainment area lifting Micah onto the pool table and standing between her legs.

  She moved her hands to the button on his jeans and popped it open as used his claws to shred her bra before roughly removing it from her body. Her nipples, though tight, pebbled some more. And when he pulled her hands behind her, causing her to arch her back, and clamped onto a peaked nipple, both her beasts roared and her tiger decided to take over.

  Mine. Mate.

  Jessiah had no time to comprehend how he ended up on the table as Micah was on her knees with her claws shredding his jeans from hips to ankle. They fell in scraps to the floor. She purred, retracted her claws and ran her abrasive tongue up his hard thighs until she grazed his sac and the lower part of his shaft. He growled and his erection jumped. She lowered her body to run her tongue over him from hilt to tip when she was lifted in the air, her skirt and thong quickly removed from her body, her ass slapped, her waist enveloped and her mouth possessed. She pulled back. “I want to taste you,” he growled at her words and stood up.

  “I want to taste you again,” he said nipping his Mate Mark. In the span of a couple of seconds Micah was upside down, her legs had split open, lowered under his arms then were wrapped up and over his shoulders. His head went back and he growled as he felt her hot, wet mouth suck on his head. Her arms wrapped around his thighs, and her hands clamped onto his hamstrings. She took him as deep as she could until he hit her throat and his hips thrust forward with a mind of their own. Jessiah stumbled back a bit. “Hell, beautiful.” Her head began bobbing, “Shi...” He bit down on the curse. “Deeper, take me deeper... that’s it. Just like that... Shiiiittt!”

  Then his head lowered and he licked her from clit to puckered hole, purring the entire time. He dipped his tongue into her core and moaned before he returned to her clit and worked her in quick circles. One of her hands left his leg and she reached up and dipped her middle finger into her core, once, twice, three times. He growled at the sight. But then her hand lowered and he jerked as she probed his hole, circling, lubricating, until she sucked him harder and inserted her finger. His head left her sex and his breath, while coming in quick succession, nearly shot to the level of hyperventilation. She massaged his perineum while massaging his anal nerves, he backed up and fell onto the pool table needing support as the muscles in his legs turned to jelly.

  She moaned in appreciation of his scent, his taste, the hard warmth filling her mouth, and each vibration sent tingles to his balls. His words were incoherent as he kept praising her, encoura
ging her to continue. He gripped her waist tighter allowing her to use her other hand to cup his sac and roll his balls in her palm. She released his shaft with a wet pop and sucked his balls into her mouth as her hand gripped and stroked his erection. “Micah,” his growl was a warning. She ran her tongue up the length of his shaft until she came to the head that had released a bead of pre-cum. She licked him like a lollipop and began kissing him as if it were his lips. She took him deep and stroked the rest of him with a tight grip. Then his balls tightened and a moment later he erupted over and over and over with a fierce roar. She moved her finger out his ass and then shoved it back in and pressured his perineum and he came again nearly dropping her as his grip loosened.

  He laid back onto the table as he tried to regain his senses. Micah was lapping at him sucking him dry; he shivered when she removed her finger and murmured, “Best blow-job everrrr,” purring the last word.

  She repositioned herself and kissed her way up his steel-like body until he grabbed her and slammed his tongue into her mouth. He bit her lip hard enough that he tasted blood. Her animals roared in anticipation. Mate? Bond?

  Need wolf, his beast replied.

  Jessiah gripped Micah’s waist and without warning his hips thrust up forcefully and entered her to the hilt. She cried out and jerked at the sudden intrusion but Jessiah only tightened his grip around her waist holding her down. He placed his feet flat on the table and rammed into her relentlessly from beneath. Each in caused her breath to fly out of her lungs, she gripped his massive biceps for leverage and then arched when his mouth clamped onto a nipple. He bit down and she soared, her mouth opened wide, eyes shut, core contracting around him. He groaned long and hard doing everything he could to keep from coming again. Jessiah’s purring helped level her and brought her back to him. When she came to he was kissing her neck, licking her earlobe, moving over every inch of her skin that he could reach.

  He sat up and got off the table with them still conjoined. He took the stairs three at a time then left her warm sheath as he dropped her onto the bed. She didn’t get a chance to flop, he was between her thighs gorging himself on her. His hands were cupping her cheeks and her legs were over his shoulders. Every purr of appreciation from him shot Micah physically and emotionally into the sky. His warm, thick tongue kept shooting her with sparks and tingles that she’d never experienced before him and Shane. She gripped his head in one fist and the covers in a clawed fist. “Jessiah, oh god... fuu... mmm...” she couldn’t get a word out, her hips were meeting his face in a wanting speed, and just when she was going to burst through the clouds... Jessiah stopped.

  Micah yelled at him.

  He laughed.

  He flipped her onto her belly and kissed a path down her spine. When he got to her butt, he bit then soothed the pain with his tongue. He repeated the process on her other cheek before flipping her back over. A moment later he was pulling her toward the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide in his hands and he reentered her and reveled in her tight sheath and the sound of her moan. It sounded to him as if she was welcoming him home. He leaned over her and moved her hair to the side. Kissing her shoulders, her neck, biting her breasts, tugging on her nipples, he began thrusting slowly but deeply. Jessiah ran his hands over her arms until he reached her fingers, then she spread her fingers and intertwined theirs together, holding onto him, a move that he sensed coming from her was an intimate action, and one that shot straight to his chest. He purred into her ear, calling her beautiful, praising her for taking all of him, promising to take care of her.

  Micah wanted him to move faster, but rushing was no longer part of his agenda. Sure he promised her raw, and he meant it, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t take his time with her. Thrust in and out of her so many times he rubbed her beyond sensitive; showing her without words what she meant to him, how in just forty-eight hours he’d fell and fell hard. He sensed her emotions rising, felt her faltering, trying to decide whether she should let go or hold back. Allow his emotions to penetrate her heart, or remain shielded.

  His pace picked up a bit, deep, short thrusts. Her grip tightened on his hands; he licked his Mate Mark and she whimpered in response. “Let go, Micah. Give yourself to me.” She turned her head and lifted her chin wanting his mouth on hers. When his lips touched hers he felt her walls shake, cracks splitting in every direction, felt herself letting him into her heart. He felt her core begin to contract, she called out to him softly right before she came and with that one soft word, “Jessiah,” on her breath, her shields collapsed violently as she tremored in his arms.

  Chapter 14

  It had taken Shane all of three minutes to track down his biological dad and thus his blood brother using the SIAs database. Turned out that Callum had hired a P.I. to search for his mom. Perfect, it was time for Shane to meet his big-little brother. He pulled out his phone and dialed the number listed in the P.I. file. It took a ring-and-a-half for Callum to pick up.

  “Callum,” he said.

  “Mr. Thakkar; it’s Shane from Joe Statham’s office, how are you?” Shane said.

  “Good, have you found something?”

  “We have,” Shane heard Callum exhale in relief. “I’d like to meet you in person to review the details. Are you available this evening?”

  “Definitely. Where and when?”

  “Are you familiar with Club sixty-nine just outside of town?” Shane knew it was a foolish question, there was no shifter or supernatural for that matter in a sixty mile radius that didn’t know Club sixty-nine. It was food, drink, and entertainment which was in the form of orgies, and voyeurism.

  “Yeah, what time?”

  “One hour.”

  “That works, see you then.”

  Shane ended the call then texted Jess. It was time for Micah to gain some closure.

  Shane had changed in the parking lot into the proper attire, since he never knew when he would need to travel, he always had a travel bag prepared for anything. The club may be full of orgies but they still had standards. He wore a black suit--without the tie--white shirt with the first two buttons undone.

  He had felt the bond between Jess and Micah all but solidify earlier and was happy about it and a bit envious. He knew it would be easier for Jess than himself solely because of Callum. It was time for her to put her past behind her and move on to him willingly. No holds bar. He refused to live in his brother’s shadow, refused to hurt her the way he had. He wanted, needed, her--all of her with no hesitation or questions.

  Shane made sure he saw Callum enter the club before following minutes later. He came with his Ever Mate and she was obviously pregnant. He wasn’t sure how Micah would react to being forced to sit down with him and seeing his Mate with a growing love-bump. But it was time to find out. Jessiah and Micah were twenty minutes out.

  He walked into the club, greeting the bouncers who knew him well. This used to be one of his favorite stomping grounds; he and Sheila had played here often. He shivered, and not the warm and fuzzy kind, it was the please-remove-that-image-from-my-mind-kind. Weird, since seeing Micah, every other female seemed to disgust him, at least in that way. For a second he replaced Sheila’s image with Micah’s then nearly slapped himself. Mine. His beast was not in the sharing mood, and honestly neither was Shane. She was his and Jess’ only. No one else would ever see her beautiful curves, touch her luscious skin, or look upon her the way they did.

  In fact, he was half-a-mind about going in there and greeting Callum with a fist in the face for his past indiscretions. His wolf was all for it, it was his mind trying to get him to understand that Callum’s actions occurred prior to their knowledge of her existence. Trying... so far it wasn’t working. Time was ticking, he swallowed his possessive urges and located Callum and his Mate in a corner booth in the restaurant portion. She was enthusiastically looking over the menu, it was almost comical. Almost. What was comical was the look Callum gave him as he saw his doppelganger coming toward him. His eyes widened, jaw dropped, brows fur
rowed, and heart rate picked up.

  “Callum Thakkar,” Shane said when he approached, “Shane Thakkar. I hear you’re looking for our mother.”

  “Holy mother of Mary,” his Mate said looking him up and down.

  To Callum’s credit, he slammed his jaw shut and motioned for Shane to sit.

  They stared at each other for a long moment until the waitress--who seemed to have smoked all her brain cells dead--came up to them and stared between them for nearly fifty seconds. Shane knew. He counted.

  “Wow,” she said, blinking multiple times. “I would lick them like a popsicle,” she murmured. Then shaking her head she said, “Hi, what can I get you to drink?”

  Shane ordered whiskey neat, Callum ordered a double, and Cora ordered a water, two appetizers, a large salad, and the biggest steak they had on the menu.

  “So,” Callum said when she left.

  “I’m here for a couple reasons. First because I found out about you and your dad in the most unconventional ways,” he paused until Callum leaned forward in anticipation. “You were Mated to my Ever Mate once. Until you cheated on her with... how did she put it? A leggy blond.” He leaned down and looked at Cora’s legs. Sitting back up he shrugged and said, “I don’t see it,” thinking about Micah’s legs.

  Callum growled and then Shane followed suit. Cora placed a hand on Cal’s forearm.

  “It’s ok,” she said to Cal. “Shane, I’m Cora. I am the first to admit we Mated in the most embarrassing way. It was weird, I didn’t see the Mate Mark on him, nor did he behave like a Mated male. I feel absolutely horrible about how everything happened, and humiliated. I live with this every day, especially because I haven’t been able to speak with Micah about it.” Shane put his hands up stopping her rant.