She ignored their expressions, the difference between the two easily visible. Keller’s sadness and regret. Madden’s hunger for her and confusion. She was going to have her hands full with these two.
Pretending they weren’t tearing her apart with the upheaval of her life, she turned to the table and peeked beneath the covers. She set aside the metal domes as plate after plate of food was revealed. Steaks, salads and sides covered every inch along with a note indicating dessert could be found on a shelf below the tabletop. Yum.
The rustle of cloth told her that the men had decided to get up, but she kept her gaze averted. One look at their chiseled bodies and she’d be a goner, her snit forgotten. She padded toward a small seating area and snagged a chair. The wolf had placed their meal before a set of club chairs, and she decided her mates could take those while she remained opposite them. If she got within touching distance, they’d take control, and all she’d be able to think about was them claiming her.
Nope, they had issues to discuss. Their relationship and then... Whitney. And her cat.
Not necessarily in that order. Once they got onto discussing their mating, it’d probably go downhill and end in bed.
Right, Whitney first.
Scarlet settled into her straight-backed seat and waited, noting the pause in the rustle coming from behind her, but her wolves soon appeared.
Both men shot her longing looks but eased into their chairs. She noted they wore boxers. Well, at least she’d only be tempted by their chests.
“Um...” Madden cleared his throat.
Scarlet cut into her steak. Medium-rare. Perfect.
“Uh...” Keller looked so uncomfortable. Poor guy.
She popped a hunk of beef into her mouth and moaned around the bite. It melted like butter over her tongue. A glance from beneath her lashes showed that both of her mates’ gazes were intent on her mouth.
“So, you’re, uh, an administrative assistant? How long have you been doing that?” Madden’s voice was strangled, as if he could barely breathe.
“Since college.” She shrugged. “I’ll be honest, I was pissed you guys haven’t even stopped to get to know me. I mean, I know we’re mates. I get it. But I don’t even know your middle names or favorite color. Where do you live? When were you going to tell me you’re the Ruling Alphas?” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Being Marked is... It’s hard. I’ve had this thing since I was born, and it meant my life was always in limbo. I went to college, but I rushed because I wasn’t sure when I’d meet my mates and even if they’d let me finish and get my degree. I didn’t know when I’d have to move. Where I’d have to go.”
She sought to calm her ragged nerves. “I’ve lived for thirty years, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Gabby is the same way, but at least her job allows her to telecommute. Plus, there was the fear of dealing with two men, two wolves, for the rest of my life. I never went looking for my mates simply because I was scared. I wasn’t looking forward to mating. Why do you think I’ve never attended a Gathering? And don’t get me started on Whitney. Your witches got her all wrong.”
Keller frowned. “I never realized. I mean, we never actually thought about what it’d be like for the women.” He shook his head. “Your life had to be a shade of hell, Scarlet.”
She shrugged, unwilling to wallow in her pity party. “No worse than any other Marked’s I suppose. It sucks, but it is what it is.”
Madden piped up. “No, it doesn’t have to be. The urge to mate is intense, I admit that, but we can work together to make the transition easier.”
Scarlet held up her hand. “No, it’s not horrible. When I met you, the Mark woke and let me know you belonged to me. By dinner,” she blushed, heat surging to her cheeks, “I was, uh, ready to cement things. But encouraging wolves to be a little understanding would probably help things when it came to your mates. I’m not saying everyone’s life is like mine. Hell, there are probably plenty of women who are eager to abandon everything in a blink for their mates. And then there are others who will have a hard time.”
She thought of Whitney, her poor sister who’d gone through life wishing for a Mark only to have the world play some cosmic joke. “We need to talk about Whitney, too.” Scarlet took another bite of her steak, suppressing the urge to groan at the taste. Her mates looked on edge already. “She doesn’t have a Mark, but she was summoned to the Gathering. It’s cruel. She worked through the disappointment and jealousy of Gabby and I having Marks while she didn’t, and then she got that stupid letter. She can’t mate a single wolf because they mate with other wolves, but she’s not Marked for an Alpha pair either. And yet, she’s here. And if those witches are somehow going to pair her with a pair, those men better be God’s gift to wolves or I’ll shoot them myself.” She frowned to make sure they knew she was serious.
“Are you certain she doesn’t have a Mark?” Keller’s voice was low, soothing yet disbelieving.
“She’s been my sister for thirty years and has spent all of them wishing she had a Mark like me and Gabby. She never gave up looking, hoping she’d be a late bloomer, even though they are on our skin from birth. We do everything together. Except this.” She shuddered. “And I’ve seen more of Whitney’s parts every year than I care to mention while she double checks to see if she has one.”
Keller and Madden shared a look, and she sensed they were engaged in a mental conversation. She couldn’t wait to share that with them, complete their mating and be able to have those intimate, private talks.
Madden turned back to her. “We don’t use witches, we use Wardens. They’re wolves, but...not. We’ll talk with them when they arrive tomorrow. She’ll need to be, uh, examined—”
“By a female wolf.” That was non-negotiable. She wasn’t about to let her sister be manhandled by some stranger.
Keller nodded. “Okay, a female wolf.”
She relaxed, letting go of the tension she’d been carrying. “Good.”
Madden reached across the table and covered her hand with his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We’re mates, Scarlet. Probably not very good ones so far, but we want to do everything we can to make you happy. That includes taking care of your family. They belong to us, just as you do.”
Some of the tension she’d been carrying dissipated. She recognized the truth in his words and relaxed. They could do this. Would do this.
Keller mirrored his partner’s position, tugging her fork free and twining their fingers together. “And we’ll work on merging our lives. Merging, not taking over. Your happiness is more important than anything. Ever.”
Oh. Oh, wow. It was more than she’d hoped for when she thought of mating and this...
“Okay.”
“Okay?” Hope sparkled in Madden’s eyes.
She took a deep breath. “Yeah, okay.”
“Good.”
“What about my cat?”
Madden rolled his eyes. “We promise not to eat the spawn of Satan.”
She snorted but nodded. “Good.”
Keller gave her a wicked, wicked smile. “Now, I vote we finish our conversation in bed.”
Butterflies took up residence in her stomach, but she allowed the men to lead her from the table, dismissing their half-finished meals. In a handful of steps, they were before the massive bed, and her mates urged her onto the soft mattress.
They settled on each side of her, both wolves staring down at her as if she were the tastiest treat. Heat unfurled in her belly, slinking along her nerves and warming her. She squirmed, working to alleviate the sudden ache between her thighs.
Madden, the more aggressive of her mates, leaned down and brushed a gentle kiss across her lips. When he pulled away, she followed him, raising and chasing that mouth.
A cocky chuckle was his only response. “Not yet, sweet. We need to get you naked first.”
A sliver of unease stole into her.
“Hey, none of that.” Keller nuzzled her. “I don’t know why you’re worried, but you ar
e the most beautiful.” Kiss. “Delectable—”
“Fuckable?” Madden’s voice filled her other ear, and she heard Keller’s growl.
Suddenly their heat left her, and her two mates glared at each other.
“What? It’s true.” The wolf looked so disgruntled that she reached up and stroked his shoulder, noting the heat of his skin beneath her fingertips.
“Thank you, Madden.”
That earned her a small smile. Poor big, gruff guy. Keller seemed to be the charmer of the two, leaving her growly mate to stumble along in his wake. She’d have to be sure to show the man how much he meant to her, rough edges and all.
She let her hand travel north, digits slinking into the hair at the base of Madden’s skull, and she tugged him back to her. She urged him closer, pulled until his lips were against hers.
Then it became his show. He growled and slipped his tongue into her mouth, licking and lapping at her. Flavors filled her, and she sought out more of his taste, searched for the essence of her heated mate. Moaning against his invasion, she suckled him and swallowed his groan.
They mimicked what was to come: the thrust and retreat of a seductive dance. His kiss alone aroused her, and then hands became involved.
Beneath Madden’s assault, Keller’s palms slid over her thighs, fingers hooking into the waist of her boxers. The room’s cold air assailed her, stroked her exposed body.
“So pretty.” Keller stroked her legs, dancing from hips to knees and back again, urging her to part her thighs. When had he moved? “So fucking gorgeous. You should see her pussy, Madden.” A rough cheek scraped her inner thigh. “All wet and pink for us.”
His words, more than his touch, aroused her further. Warm puffs of air bathed the juncture of her thighs, his heat adding to the desperate burn of her cunt. Her hips twitched and jerked of their own volition, searching out his touch.
A low chuckle came from between her legs, but she didn’t have a moment to dwell on the sound.
No, not when Madden’s hand was playing over her stomach, slipping beneath her shirt and dragging the material higher. He kept moving, exposing her until he cupped her breast.
Oh God, skin against skin was heaven. He palmed her mound, kneaded and rubbed her flesh, plucked her nipples. Shit. Fuck. It felt good. More than good. Paradise, and it was only foreplay.
She moaned into Madden’s mouth. Her fingers were still tangled in his silken hair, and she tightened her grip.
Her low moan turned into something louder, harsher and soul deep.
Keller licked her pussy. His cheek resting against her thigh, while his tongue snaked out and lapped at her wet heat. It wasn’t a tentative touch. No, he delved between her folds and moaned when the first hint of her cream coated his tongue.
Scarlet reached down and cupped his head, needing that connection as he pleasured her.
He went back again and again, his tongue doing wicked things to her pussy, tracing the center of her heat and flicking against her throbbing clit.
She gasped and groaned against Madden, unable to breathe, but unwilling to release him yet. He continued teasing her breasts, pinching her nipples, and the tiny sting added to the pleasure Keller created between her spread thighs.
Then Madden’s lips were gone, tongue retreating. He pressed his forehead against hers and breathed into her mouth. “Is he good, sweet? Is he eating that hot little cunt?”
She whimpered, pussy clenching in response to his dirty talk.
“Oh, damn man, she likes that. She fucking coated my tongue.” Keller’s words barely registered over the thundering of her heart.
The wolf between her thighs went back to work, licking her in long strokes from hole to the top of her slit and back again.
“Fuck...”
Madden’s eyes danced with mirth. “We’ll get there, sweet. You need to come first. Then we’ll stretch that pretty ass and both of us will fill you.”
“Yes,” she hissed. Keller latched onto her clit, tongue working the nub as he sucked on the bundle of nerves.
“Let’s see how you like these little nipples sucked, hmm?” Madden leaned down and captured a single hard nubbin with his lips. He suckled the bit of flesh, alternating flicks and nibbles. Each pull went straight to her pussy, wrapping around her clit and stroking her from inside out.
She gasped and writhed, fighting to get closer, take more of what they offered. She was torn between the two men, the sensations they caused so different yet so similar.
Madden was take-charge, dominating her with his intensity. Meanwhile Keller was more seductive, coaxing responses from her in a slow beckoning.
But it all rolled together, coalesced and covered her in a rolling wave of pleasure.
Scarlet rocked against Keller, moving her hips and riding his talented mouth. Her nerves sang to her, shouting with the bubbles of ecstasy that slid through her with increasing frequency. She burned, blood heating with her increasing need until she felt like she’d burst into flames.
Madden abandoned one breast and she whined, distraught at the loss.
“No worries, sweet. We’re gonna make you come.”
“Please...” She wasn’t above begging.
He went back to his ministrations, tongue taunting her, and somehow he picked up Keller’s rhythm. They licked and sucked in time with each other, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm.
She tossed her head from side to side, unable to cope with the enormous pleasure they created.
Then—holy shit—they growled. The vibrations roared through her, the tiny bubbles of ecstasy suddenly blossoming into giant globes of sensation. They grew and grew, increasing in size until she couldn’t think past the pleasure.
Tongues worked, licked and flicked. Teeth nibbled. Mouths sucked. And through it all she sobbed, begged and cried for her mates to end her torment.
It was all too much, so big and overwhelming. She no longer eased toward the edge of release but was tossed to the precipice. She teetered on the brink, wavering and then...
Keller threw her off, shoved her into the air with a scrape of his fang over her sensitive clit. The growing pleasure shattered into a thousand pieces. She screamed, roared as her release rolled through her.
Her Mark burned, the soul-searing heat enhancing her bliss until she wasn’t sure where her body ended and her mates’ began. Their consciousness eased closer, edging toward their joining, and she captured hints of their emotions.
Care... Affection... Need... And then...she shied away from that last feeling, unsure if she was ready to face it all.
Everything gathered and merged the pleasure boiling inside her, and just as quickly as it rose, it eased. In increments, her mates brought her floating back to her body. Tongues slowed, suction eased, and the orgasmic growls lessened until it sounded like they purred against her flesh.
“We’re far from kittens, sweet.” Madden nibbled her breast.
“But if it means you screaming for us again, we’ll definitely try.” Keller sounded way too smug.
They’d picked up on her thoughts, another signal their bond had grown.
She caught their words and her face burned. “I did scream, didn’t I?”
Keller slithered up her body, his hardness rubbing along her leg and then resting on her hip. He kissed her, and she tasted the salty tang of her musk, the mixture of their flavors, and she didn’t hesitate to accept his affections. There was something erotic about sharing their essences after he’d licked her to orgasm. And that something brought her arousal back to life.
Their tangle of tongues remained gentle, savoring, until he eased their kiss. Now she was faced with two horny, hotter than hell wolves.
And they wanted her.
*
Fuck. Madden wanted her, wanted to sink deep into her pussy and fill her with his cum. He could sense her emotions, her thoughts, as they wafted over him. She ached for them, but was scared.
No, worried. Anxious. Something about...
“Y
our body is gorgeous, sweet mate. Luscious. Perfect for us.” Keller got the jump on him. Fucker always did that.
A little of her wariness left her features, but he couldn’t hold his words at bay. “Baby, if I don’t get inside this pretty cunt, I’m gonna explode.” His cock throbbed in agreement. “Fuck, wanna squeeze that ass while you ride me. Suck on your tits. Do you know how much I love them? All big and lush for us. Love ’em.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck... He did.
Another hint of her cream drifted to him and he smiled, feeling more than a little smug. Yeah, his partner had the right words, but he had the naughty ones.
Madden couldn’t get enough of looking at her, watching the rise and fall of her chest, the jiggle of those fucking awesome breasts. He loved the little curve of her belly, and he imagined her swollen with their cubs, big and round. Fuck. Those hips. Yeah, he ached to grab those hips while he pounded into her from behind, fantasized about how he’d spank her ass, get her all pink for them.
His dick throbbed, twitching within his boxers. Without taking his eyes from her, he reached down and thumped his erection, pushing back the need to come.
Couldn’t. Not yet. Not until they were both balls deep inside their mate.
“You ready to be ours, Scarlet?” Keller traced her jaw, and those pretty chocolate eyes darkened.
Sometimes it paid to have someone else living in his head.
His shoulder burned, throbbed in time with his heart, and he knew he’d find her Mark in the same place on her body. That one spot connected them, signified their initial link.
She writhed, her plump body shifting between them. “Please.”
His cock surged back to life, quickly recovering from his assault. He didn’t bother flicking himself again. Not when his mate was so willing.
Now? He couldn’t help sounding like a new pup.
Now. Keller’s voice rang with satisfaction.
With similar movements, they stripped off their boxers. Scarlet’s eyes darkened further. She licked her lips and the distinct urge to suck cock filled him.
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