Catch Me: Time After Time

by Reese Rivers

  I’m practically snarling by the end of my rant and when I try and turn my back on him, he latches on to my upper arm and pulls me back to face him clamping on to both my biceps to hold me in place but the look on his face has me biting my lip. I’ve seen Cade sweet, charming, and amused but I’ve never seen him angry. Judging by the look on his face now though, he’s seriously pissed.

  “D’ye no ken that you’re not the only one who’s been damaged by the Fates? Aye, Finn and I well know how it feels to have such a monster inside and I’m no talking about our wolves, aye? It’s a savage beast made up of grief, pain, and rage that makes you want to lash out. To rip and tear and claw at anyone in your way just to try and ease the agony of it. Aye, we know that beast well as we also saw our families slaughtered, our homes burnt and were forced to flee our home, our territory else we would be dead along with them. To not be strong enough to fight back, to save them? We were blinded by that beast of rage for years. We didn’t just lose our families, we lost our pack, our Alpha, and any chance of finding our mate for a happy future. So yes, we do understand!”

  We stand face to face as our chests heave with anger, not at each other but at the shit hand we’ve been dealt. I want to scream and rage that such tragedy happens to people who don’t deserve it as my heart aches for all that we lost. I want to lash out like he said and bite, tear, rip and claw at something and I can see the restrained violence shimmering in his sea-blue eyes.

  The snarl that comes out of him is the only warning I get before his lips crash down on mine.

  His hands slide down my arms and go straight to my ass so he can yank my hips against him and my core hits flush with the hard bulge in his thin breeches. My mind blanks as heat spreads through me and the moan that leaves my mouth as his lips wage a relentless assault on mine is all the encouragement he needs to go further.

  One hand goes up my back until it anchors into my hair and he pulls my head back, giving his mouth a better angle to deepen the kiss. As his tongue slides in to tangle with mine his other arm slides under my ass to lift my hips even closer to him. My pussy throbs as I grind it against his cock in search of the delicious friction it desperately craves. It’s not enough. I’m no young girl that needs to be told what I want next. I’m a grown-ass woman and I want that cock in me, hard, fast, and deep.

  I’m seconds away from climbing him like a tree so I can wrap my legs around his waist when he pulls his lips away from mine. A small whine of disappointment leaves my throat because I sure as hell am not done with his mouth but he spins me around to face the other side of the room and pulls me back against his chest so that his cock rubs between my ass cheeks making me arch back against him. His lips land on the sensitive skin behind my ear and trail fire down my neck as I feel his teeth scrape against it before his lips and tongue soothe the burn.

  His other hand is splayed across my stomach as he slowly slides it up under my tank top to cup one of my breasts. His clever fingers find an aching nipple and rubs soft circles around it through the lace of my bra, making me want to beg him to strip me bare. When I thrust my tit against his hand and make a pleading noise, he stills and lifts his mouth back up to my ear. Cade’s voice is low and husky with desire.

  “Look, lass. Look what you do to him without a single touch.”

  My eyes are heavy and hazy with want as I see Finn across from us through my lashes. He’s leaning against one of the bedposts without a shirt on and his bare chest has my gaze lingering on the smooth tanned skin that only showcases the firm pecs before trailing down to his defined abs and the glorious cut in V that disappears into his pants. When I see his hand stroking the hard outline straining against the fabric of his pants my pussy clenches and my eyes flash back up to meet the burning question in his.

  Cade licks the shell of my ear and purrs, “Two will always be better than just one. What say you, lass?”

  My knees almost give out on me when the idea of both of them at once has a bolt of heat and wetness drenching my core. I relax back against Cade and lift an arm behind my head to slide into his hair to tug his mouth back onto my skin before reaching out for Finn with a slow nod. He takes a few steps closer but stops just out of reach.

  “You have to say it, lass. You have to say what you want.”

  His cobalt blue eyes dare me to lie and say no but why the fuck would I? I’m far from home and might not ever get back so why wouldn’t I take every bit of pleasure I can. I let my lips form into a siren’s smile of seduction.

  I grind back against Cade’s cock causing him to groan.

  “I want you. I want you both,” I tell him and that’s all he needs to crush me between his hot, hard body and Cade’s. His mouth angles against mine in a fierce rush of kissing, sucking, and small bites to my bottom lip as his hand slides up under my shirt and captures my other breast. With Cade’s lips and tongue lavishing heat on my neck and both of them toying with my nipples through my bra, I’m overloaded with the need for more, for skin on skin.

  There are too many fucking clothes in the way for me to get what I want so I yank my tank over my head. When I reach to push my leggings down, Finn pushes my hands away with a small chuckle and slowly lowers them with his body following until he’s on his knees in front of me. His eyes blaze over my skin as I stand quivering in just the black lace panties and bra. His eyes zero in on the four moon tattoos under my left breast and his fingers reach out to trace them lightly, heated desire filling his eyes.

  When he pulls back it takes everything I have in me not to grab the back of his head and pull his face to the hot, wet opening between my legs. As if reading my mind, he grasps my hips and pulls them forwards until his mouth and nose are pressed against me and takes a deep smell of my essence. When he eases back and looks up at me I see his eyes have that gold glow around the edges and it make my core pulse.

  “You smell…fucking…divine.” He growls and I swear I almost come right then and there.

  Cade leaves my back to stand in front of me and beside Finn, taking in the modern bra and panties with a hungry look. “Fucking perfection.”

  Clearly, the wolves have taken to my favorite word and have mastered using it in the best way because I have never in my life felt so confident and turned on as in this moment.

  I reach up between my breasts and flick open the front clasp of the bra, slowly sliding it off until it drops to the floor and then hook a thumb into the lace of my panties to gently slide them off. When both their eyes flare gold at the sight of my bare mound, I arch my back and drop my head back to pray thanks to all the gods of laser hair removal for causing that reaction. I have no time to think or even breathe after that as a pair of burning lips takes one of my tight nipples between them and sucks hard.

  The hot tongue that slides between my folds licks me from bottom to top before circling my clit in an agonizing tease. I don’t even try and hold back the panting or moaning as the two men work their greedy mouths over my most sensitive spots. My hips rock forward against Finn’s mouth wanting more, needing to be filled. The wolf knows exactly what I need and slides one long thick finger into me and thrusts a few times before adding a second. I feel the sweet stretch of it but when he curls them slightly and drags them against that glorious spot inside where the magic happens, I buck wildly against his hand as his lips find my clit again.

  Cade’s fingers replace his lips and tongue on my nipple as he captures a handful of my hair, yanks it back so my head is tilted, and drops his mouth on mine just as Finn flicks my clit over and over again while fucking my pussy with his beautiful fingers. I shatter apart as the orgasm hits me like a truck after so many years of abstaining and sparks flicker behind my eyes as I ride wave after wave of it until I have to push Finn’s mouth away from me, not able to take anymore. Cade swallows down all the loud moaning and ahhing I make until I slump against him bonelessly. We’re not nearly done yet but I need a fucking minute to reattach my head to my body.

  Cade runs his hands up and down my back
and ass as if to soothe me as Finn gets to his feet, kissing a path up my body as he goes until his lips land on mine. I can taste myself on his lips and tongue as he kisses me softly but when he deepens it and I feel the passion and need in him my core responds by clenching in an aftershock.

  My hands trail over his hard chest and down over his abs causing him to growl into my mouth. When they go lower and slide into his low-slung breeches he sucks in his stomach muscles but when my fingers encircle his silky smooth, rock hard cock he lets out a gasp that sounds almost painful in its pleasure. I stroke him gently and run my thumb over his crown, smearing the small drops of pre-cum until he backs away with a shudder and begins undoing his pants. I turn my back to him with a smoldering look of promise and bring my hands up to Cade’s rock-hard chest.

  I lean forward until my lips land on the heated skin and trail kisses, licks, and sucks across his chest stopping briefly to take his nipples into my mouth so I can swirl my tongue over them. I make my way down his body, tracing each ab with my tongue, and feel the thrill of womanly power when he jerks against my mouth. I kiss my way down until I reach the top of his breeches and don’t waste time figuring out how they open and instead just tug on them until they pool at his feet.

  His big, beautiful cock springs out at me and my mouth waters at the perfect size of it. The slight curve tells me it’s going to hit all the right spots inside me when we get to that but first I look up at him and meet his eyes - showing him exactly how much I want him. He looks back at me like I’m a goddess at his feet, his hands clutched into fists at his side like he’s afraid to touch me. When I lean forward and lick the small slit in the head of his cock he throws his head back and roars.

  My lips are smug as I slide them over his shaft and take him deep into my mouth. I close my eyes and savor the feel and taste of him as I run my tongue up and down the shaft. His hands thread into my hair and make a fist as I lick and suck at him. My pussy is heating up again and the dull ache spreading through it makes me clench my thighs together searching for the friction it craves.

  A whimper of want is forced out of me, escaping around the cock in my mouth when two strong hands latch onto my hips and lift me enough to slide my ass against Finn’s lap leaving me at the perfect height to continue the sweet torture I’m inflicting on Cade.

  I feel Finn’s heat against my core as he slides between my legs and rubs the head of his cock between my folds and against my clit, sending bolts of pleasure through me with every pass. The intense feeling has me sucking Cade harder and his groans become louder as his grip on my hair tightens.

  When Finn thrusts into me balls deep I almost gag on the cock in my mouth from wanting to scream my pleasure. It’s been so fucking long, I feel like a virgin again but it’s a humming burn that stretches me and I…want…more.

  “Jesus wept, Eden. You’re so goddamn tight!”

  Finn gasps into my ear as he leans over me so his chest is pressed to my back. I make a humming noise against the hardness in my mouth and rock my hips back against him, begging him to move inside me. I’m burning up and desperate for him to fuck me hard and fast - to drown me in the rhythm of pleasure that will take me away from all the shit that’s plagued me for the last few years. As he slowly slides out and back, I pull my mouth away from Cade. Keeping a firm grip on his shaft, I look over my shoulder to pin Finn with a commanding look.

  “Hard, fast, and don’t fucking stop!”

  I see his eyes flare gold and am rewarded with a deep thrust that has me gasping my approval. As I go to turn back to Cade’s delicious cock, I pause to take another thrust that has my eyes rolling back into my head for a moment in ecstasy but then turn my head back to see Finn with teeth bared and eyes squeezed shut as he pounds into me. I’m gasping in pleasure at each slide so when he opens his eyes and meets mine, my voice is stuttered but I manage to get out, “And pull…my…fucking…hair!”

  Cade relinquishes his grip on my hair to Finn and it doesn’t take long with me whimpering and groaning around his cock as I take him as deep as I can into my throat for him to start getting close to the edge. Using my hand to help keep a steady rhythm on his shaft I know the moment he’s about to come as he tries to pull away from me but I use my free hand to hold him close as he jerks in my mouth and I feel, and then taste, the sweet evidence of his orgasm. I swallow it down and lick him clean before allowing him to move back from me.

  When I look up at him I see an expression of awe on his face that quickly shifts to a sexy grin. He drops to his knees in front of me and then down to his chest but propped up on his elbows so his face is right in front of my pussy. Finn pulls me up so my back is against his chest. We’re both on our knees with mine inside his that are spread on either side of me. The position change with my back arched against his chest has his thrusts hitting the exact right spot and the steady pounding has electric bolts shooting through my body as my orgasm builds. Finn has one hand anchoring me back by the hair that’s wound around his fist and his other hand grips one of my hips hard enough that I’ll probably have bruises tomorrow. I fucking love it as I lose myself in the sensations his hard cock is filling me with every time he thrusts deep into me. When Cade’s tongue darts between my folds and targets my clit with fast hard flicks I’m dead as I explode clenching all around Finn’s cock as my core milks him through the powerful waves. He follows me down with a roar of his own and I feel his hot seed fill me.

  Finn clings to my back and wraps his arms around me from behind as Cade gets up to his knees and brushes my hair back from my face and then cups my cheek and rubs his thumb over my cheekbone. His voice is gentle and filled with sweetness when he asks, “Are you alright, lass?”

  It takes me a minute to clear my throat as I’m bone dry with most of the moisture in my body between my legs but I finally nod and then smile. “Yeah, let’s do that again!”

  Sebastian

  After the wolves leave to try and fix what I’ve broken I spend the next hour taking my anger out on every piece of equipment in the training hall. Luca leaves at some point when I’m hacking away at the third effigy with the first two reduced to splinters while trying to get the witch’s tear-filled expression from my mind. I don’t even know why it’s bothering me so much that I was the cause of her misery. The damn woman has gotten under my skin and is like an itch I can’t seem to scratch. As the wooden head flies off at my next savage slash, I snarl at the image of taking her into my arms to soothe and comfort her. I hack away at the wooden dummy as I try and ignore the overwhelming desire to promise her no one will ever lay another finger on her that would cause her pain. I’ve seen that type of rage madness before and I know it comes from deep trauma and pain. While I don’t know the details of what happened to the witch, the picture the wolves showed me on her magic device of the aftermath had me wanting to rip whoever did that to her apart with my bare hands and teeth.

  With the third effigy nothing more than scattered bark, I move on to the last one and shake my head at the throwing knife wedged deeply between its legs.

  Why the witch has no fear of me, even after I showed her the monster that I am confounds me. It’s also refreshing and enticing. It has only been a few days since she appeared in front of us but the impact she has had on all of us is nothing short of witchcraft. I’ve known many beautiful and charming women in my long sentence on this mortal plane but none of them compare to how this woman makes me feel. I bark out a sardonic laugh to the empty room that echoes back at me. Feel? I don’t feel, have feelings that is, other than annoyance and occasionally impatience at the foolish mortals surrounding me year after year. But this witch, this woman – Eden - brings out long-forgotten emotions.

  I’ve spent the last few days either wanting to throttle her or fuck her. One corner of my lips twitches at the new word that the wolves taught me. Such a simple four-letter word and yet extremely satisfying to use in all its versions.

  I pull the throwing knife from the effigy and realize that I no longer wish
to destroy it. I still don’t know what to do about the vexing woman that has invaded our existence but a small nagging thought in the back of my mind has my stomach clenching at the idea that she might disappear at some point as quickly as she appeared. I tell myself that it would be best if she did but the gut clench tells me that is a lie.

  I turn away from the wreckage I’ve caused in the room and spend a few moments collecting the scattered weapons to return them to their homes on the walls and then leave the rest for the servants to deal with. My gait is slow as I walk towards the library but it speeds up as I pass the entrance and find myself moving up the stairs and then down the hall that leads to her chambers. As I turn the corner to where her room is my feet freeze when I spot Luca. He’s leaning with one hand against the frame of the closed door with his head hanging low but I can see enough of his face to make out the expression of sheer longing and loneliness covering it. The regret flashes through me hard and fast. I’ve done this to him. I turned him into the broken creature that he is when I gave him his second life.

  Luca Soriano first came to my attention in the late fourteen hundreds when I discovered some of his sculptures in the Castile region of Spain. His work was breathtaking and stirred long-forgotten pleasure and awe in my mind and heart. His art captured both the tragedy and beauty of mortality and I was quick to seek him out.

  I studied the young man from a distance trying to discover what it was that gave him such a spark of passion so that I might find some for myself once again. I stalked him through his life as he discussed books, poetry, and politics in salons and cafes with other like-minded young men.