Catching Her Mates

by Rebecca Airies

  “And I’d love to run with you. That will have to wait until we can do it without someone trying to hurt one of us. I won’t put you at any more risk than is already there.” John captured her wandering hand and raised it to his lips.

  She smiled. “There’s risk in crossing a street, but I’ll wait for a run with my three men. What I won’t wait for is some time with the two men who are with me right now. I’ll make an opportunity to be with Judge later, but you two are here. I can think of a couple of ways that would be fun to spend the afternoon. Do either of you have a preference?”

  “Naked.” Archer stepped up behind Leslie and wrapped his arms around her.

  She laughed. “Well, that’s one aspect of it. Did you want to do anything other than simply be naked?”

  “Well, along his line of thought, I’d say we find a nice soft place and spend the afternoon with you between us in various positions.” John traced her lips.

  “Now, that has promise. But…” She narrowed her eyes at him. “No coddling.”

  “Angel, that may be impossible after yesterday.” John flexed his fingers. She could ask for almost anything else, and he’d give it to her gladly.

  “Try hard.” She leaned in and dropped a kiss on his head. “Now, how about we find that soft place and begin working on the first position.”

  “I’ll try.” John nodded.

  He grasped her waist as he stood, lifting her high against his chest. She wrapped her jean-clad legs around his waist. He lowered her until their pelvises aligned. Her soft mound pressed against the ridge of his cock. His muscles tightened, and blood rushed southward.

  He took a step. Her hips eased downward, and her mound rubbed against his shaft. His shaft throbbed and ached as his pulse ratcheted higher. A moan ripped from him. Each stride offered a taste of torture, but he couldn’t pull away. The short walk to the bedroom stole his breath.

  He stopped at the foot of the bed. Such a temptation. He flexed his fingers and cupped her buttocks. He rolled his shoulders and took a deep breath. Her thighs clasped tightly around his and she lifted slightly. He groaned. Damn, if I put this off much longer, she’s going to send me right over. He had to put her down. If he didn’t, he’d never get her between him and Archer.

  He slowly lowered her to her feet, holding her close. Their bodies brushed together. Prickles danced over his skin even though clothing blunted the contact. She stroked his chest, rubbing up and down.

  He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers, giving her a long, slow kiss. The warmth of her lips lured him deeper. She wrapped her arm around his waist and pressed close. Her sweet taste flowed into him. He couldn’t get enough.

  “Now, I want some of that before we get started.” Archer strode into the room and closed the door. He eased in behind her.

  “Definitely. Here, give her a kiss, and I’ll start on my clothes. We’ll get to hers as soon as we’re undressed.” John turned Leslie and eased her into Archer’s arms.

  Archer wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close for a kiss. His brother cupped her buttocks, lifting her against him. He ate at Leslie’s lips. John tore his gaze away. Too damn sexy. If he stood there and watched, he’d never get his clothes off.

  He worked at the buttons on his shirt. When the last button finally slipped free, he shrugged out of it and tossed it away. He flicked open the button on his pants and drew the zipper down. Demand rushed through his body. He pushed his pants and boxers down and stepped out of them.

  He eased in behind Leslie. Archer slowly put her down and began removing his jeans. John slid his hands over her sides and up to cup her breasts. She arched, forcing them into his palms.

  Leslie lifted her fingers to the buttons of her blouse. He captured them and eased them away. Such a naughty angel.

  “No, we’ll take them off you, angel. It will give us a chance to enjoy a little foreplay.” John guided her hands to her sides. “Keep them there.”

  “But that means I can’t touch you.” She thrust her lower lip out in a delicious pout.

  “Not yet, no.” Archer eased up beside her. “We’re going to play a little and excite you. We need you ready for us.”

  John wouldn’t push her limits this time. Last night had given him a taste of hell he never wanted to experience again. He couldn’t stop the men who’d done this to Leslie, yet, but he could touch her, watch her come, and take her high again.

  “Let’s see. Are you hot for us, sweet cat?” Archer slid his hand down her body and cupped her pussy.

  He rubbed the cloth-covered mound. As he stroked back and forth, her hips rocked into his palm. She wriggled. A flush rose on her skin.

  John drew in a deep breath, trying to grab a little control. So sexy, but they had to wait. He had to strip her out of those clothes.

  “I definitely feel some heat, but you’ll need a little work before you’re ready.” Archer eased back and unfastened the button on her jeans.

  He drew the zipper down and slid his hand inside the widening gap. Her foot slid outward, giving him more space. So eager and all theirs.

  John freed the last of the buttons on her shirt and pushed it over her shoulders. He ran his hands over her smooth skin. Warm and so soft, he couldn’t resist trailing his fingertips over her stomach and ribs.

  “I don’t think it will take long at all.” She shook her head.

  “You don’t know what we plan.” Archer leaned close and ran his lips over her shoulder. He rubbed his cheek there, undoubtedly leaving his scent.

  John nodded. Good. The last thing Leslie needed right now were two men losing their minds. When he calmed a little, he’d do the same. By the time they finished, their scents would cover her.

  He pushed her pants down as Archer continued to play with her. The sooner the clothes hit the floor, the faster he could join the fun. Her stance made it difficult. He persisted, nudging her legs until she stepped in enough that he could ease them down her legs.

  “Bed now.” John patted Archer’s shoulder.

  “I’m more than ready to play with her.” Archer’s head lifted, and he nodded.

  His hand dropped away from her pussy. Leslie moaned. Archer dipped down and slipped an arm behind her knees as he lifted her. She gasped, and clutched at him. John chuckled. They’d sooner hit the floor themselves than drop her.

  Archer strode the final two steps to the bed. He lowered her into the center. She snuggled into the plush comforter and lifted her arms above her head, stretching in a lithe, sensuous movement.

  John stared. His mouth watered. Her light golden skin and the gentle curves gleamed in the soft light. He paced around the bed and climbed in beside her. Archer moved to the bottom of the bed and climbed up between her legs. Leslie widened her thighs, giving Archer plenty of room.

  John focused on the darkened peaks of her nipples. His palm glided over her belly. The muscles tightened beneath his hand. He rested it there, letting the warmth seep into her skin. The scent of her arousal increased. His body tightened.

  He leaned in and lapped over the distended red nub. A hint of berries rolled over his taste buds. He pulled back and exhaled, blowing air over the stiffening nipple. It tightened even more as the puff swept across it.

  Leslie twisted restlessly. She threaded his fingers into his hair. John smiled, but gently pulled them free. If she got her hands on him, she’d drive him crazy and they wouldn’t get to savor her. She lifted her head and frowned down at him.

  “Not yet, Leslie. I want your hands above your head. If you think it would help, you can lace your fingers together beneath your head. I can get out the cuffs and rope if you need it.” John met her eyes and raised a brow.

  She chuckled. “Definitely not telling her about this.”

  Who wasn’t she telling? He frowned. Asking that question could wait until later. She put her arms beneath her head.

  “I think you need something to keep that mind occupied for a little while. If you can think of anything other than us and wh
at you’d like us to do to you, we haven’t heated you up enough,” Archer nipped at her thigh. “I’m going to do something about that.”

  John swept his fingers up to her breast and plucked at the hard little peak. She moaned. He glanced down her body. His brother lapped at her folds and pressed her thighs wide.

  John swallowed. She would soar high and fast. His blood pounded through him. The ache built. He had to sink into her sweet heat.

  He took a deep breath. Can’t rush. Her response was too sweet to let escape without savoring her soft gasps and the writhing of her body.

  John lowered his mouth to her breast. Sweet and salty burst over his taste buds. He swept his tongue over the nipple before drawing on the nub. Her back arched, lifting the breast against his lips. Good, she had to give them more.

  He sucked and traced circles over her skin as his other hand glided over to the neglected mound. The warmth of her skin welcomed him as surely as the low rolling moan. Blazing heat pulsed through him. He tugged and pinched the nipple.

  She twisted and arched. Soft sighs and moans fell from her lips. The sounds streaked through him. His muscles tightened, and blood pulsed straight to his cock. She’d come first and then they’d take her up again.

  “Get me the lube.” Archer’s voice broke the silence.

  John sat up and leaned over to the bedside table. Damn, if only he’d thought to grab it before he joined them on the bed. He opened the drawer and pulled out a tube of lube. Her pink nipples stuck up, hard little nubs begging for attention. Those deserved more worship. He tossed the lube to Archer.

  As they teased and played, Archer would ready her. Once she’d come and once again burned hot, they’d both take her at the same time. He couldn’t wait.

  “All right, turn onto your belly, angel.” Archer eased from between her thighs.

  “I liked that position.” She scowled, but flipped onto her stomach.

  “I can do what I need easier in this position.” Archer grasped her hips and drew her onto her hands and knees.

  John slid under her. Her nipples hung above him, the tight red beads an impossible to resist temptation. He raised his head and flicked his tongue over her nipple. A shiver rippled over her. She tensed.

  Archer must be starting. John reached up and plucked at the neglected peak.

  “Does it hurt, angel?” He scraped his teeth over the nub before he drew it into his mouth.

  “Tingles, feels tight.” She shook her head. “It feels good, just like last time, but still so strange.”

  He chuckled. “We’ll make it so good for you. Why don’t you give her a few strokes, Archer?”

  He sucked her nipple into his mouth and drew hard. She whimpered, and her body rocked back. That was it. She had to be there.

  “What’s he doing, Leslie?” John lapped at her nipple. The bud puckered, and she pressed down. “What’s he doing?”

  She drew in a shuddering breath. “He’s pressing fingers into me and rubbing at my clit. If he keeps it up, I’m going to come.”

  “Well, come, angel. Let go.” He scraped his teeth over the peak.

  She shook, her whole body swaying. “No, not without you two.”

  “Yes, angel,” Archer said.

  A smack reverberated through the room. Probably Archer’s hand on her butt. Her mouth dropped open. Her fingers clenched in the covers. She was close.

  “Come for us, angel. I’m going to watch you shiver with pleasure, and then we’re going to stoke that flame high again.” He lapped at the hardened nub.

  Her breath caught, and she tensed. A low moan rolled from her throat. The vibration from the sound washed over him. So damn beautiful and hot.

  Shivers rocked her. A pink flush tinged her skin. And now, to make her burn again.

  “Gorgeous, angel, now, let’s heat you up again. I’m ready to sink deep into you.” Archer cupped her pussy. “Are you hungry for us?”

  “Yes.” She eased from side to side.

  John brushed his hand back and forth over her stomach and ribs before easing it up to her neglected breast. He tugged at the bead.

  “She’s clenching on my fingers,” Archer said. “And she’s rocking, riding my hand with each move.”

  She whimpered. John nipped at her nipple, before sucking on it. His heart pounded against his chest. Hopefully, he could hold out until she was ready.

  Her sweet cries filled the air. She moaned and swayed back and forth. Damn, if only he could feel her moving like that against him.

  “She’s ready, John.” Archer eased back.

  “Good. If it took much longer, I might have been watching as you took her.” John trembled. That would have been a fucking shame.

  John drew his hand over her back before he moved out from under her. He eased around, adjusting his position until he sprawled next to her. Finally. He drew her over him. Her reddened nipples poked out as if begging for attention. He reached up and plucked at it. His mouth watered, but he drew in a deep breath. Giving those more attention would have to wait.

  She straddled him. He gripped her hips. His cock brushed against her folds. Her hot juices coated the head. He drew in a hissing breath and lifted his hips. She reached between them and guided his cock as she lowered onto him. Heat pulsed through him. Much too slowly.

  He gritted his teeth. Her wet heat surrounded him, pure torture and sweet torment he didn’t want to end. He tightened his grip on her hips. Her inner muscles clenched. He rocked up into her, but hauled in a desperate breath as he tensed. If he moved again, he wouldn’t stop until they both came hard. He couldn’t do that. Not until Archer joined them, as well.

  “Press down against me, sweet cat. Archer is easing in behind you.” John ran his hand over her arm and back.

  She leaned down against him. “Hurry, Archer. I’m close. I want you both in me this time.”

  Tremors ran over her. An electric current pulsed through him, echoing the burning urgency in her eyes. Archer moved in behind her. She clutched at John’s arms. John pressed kisses to her cheek and stroked her side. She hovered at the edge of her pleasure. Soon, they’d all be able to go over.

  “Relax, angel. We’ll be there. He’s going to ease inside you.” John moved his lips back and forth over hers before he ran his teeth over the lower curve.

  She opened for him. He thrust his tongue into her mouth. Her sweet taste flowed into him. He could drown in her kisses. Her tongue grazed against his. Their lips grazed. He pulled her tighter against him.

  “Relax and push out when I’m entering you, Leslie,” Archer said.

  Leslie tensed and pulled away. She took a few deep breaths. John clenched his jaw. Fuck, for a moment, nothing else had mattered. Her inner muscles clenched around John as Archer pushed into her. She moaned.

  John’s muscles tightened. Not yet. Her nails sank into his shoulders. The sting lanced through him.

  “A few more moments, he’s not going to rush it. Then we’ll begin moving. I know you’ll like that.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek. Archer better hurry. He was losing his hold.

  Her body pressed tight to his. Hard nipples poked against his chest. Her inner muscles clasped around his cock. She tried to move even though he held onto her. That rippling contraction and the small cant of her hips tortured him.

  “I’m in, and I’m not going to last long. She’s clamping down on me as if she doesn’t want me to move.” Archer braced a palm on the bed.

  John couldn’t hold on long either, but she’d reach pleasure first. Even if it drove him crazy.

  Archer pulled back. He clasped her waist and drew her up. John arched upward, pushing back into her heat. His heart raced, and his body hardened even further. She belonged to them. He tugged her against him again.

  They rocked her between them. John held onto her, fighting the gnawing pressure. He ground her against him. She had to fly over the edge before the rippling flesh surrounding his shaft tore away his control. With every tiny contraction, he lost a little more o
f his hold.

  “Need you to come for us.” Archer’s voice sounded harsher than normal.

  Damn right. John drove up into her. He wouldn’t leave her wanting. She clutched at his shoulders and ground down on him. Electricity spiked through him.

  When he once again drove into her, she gasped, and shivers shook her sleek frame. He pumped into her. Sweat slicked his skin. Every brush of her body sent sparks pinging through him. The slick clasp of her sheath drew him deeper. He pulled her hips up with each stroke, before urging her upward to do it again.

  Archer groaned. Leslie’s body pressed down against his.

  John thrust deep. Tingles ripped through his body, spreading outward. He held onto her, pressing his lips to her shoulder as he came. He gasped for breath. It was better every time.

  He nuzzled her cheek. So good. He tightened his grip. Her heat, the slick juices, and the sheath surrounding him. It was too good to give up, but they all had to move. Maybe during a shower they could play a little more. He wouldn’t mind another round with his woman, even though the press of her body offered a sweet torture.

  He drew in a slow breath as he trailed his fingers over her ribs. His mate, right where she belonged, safe and content. The caveman urge to pick her up and lock her away had faded. He’d still be cautious with her, but she had to have some freedom.

  The most difficult part was letting her live her life. They couldn’t cage her or cause her to delay finishing school. That was her dream, and he wouldn’t take it from her. They’d find a way to protect her while she was there. Even if it gave him migraines.

  “Let’s go shower, sweet cat. I’d like the chance to clean you off and maybe make you dirty again so we can do it over.” John pressed a kiss to her cheek.

  “Sounds like a plan to me. What do you think, Archer?” Leslie asked.

  The bed shook, and some of the weight lifted. A moment later, Leslie lifted away from him. He clenched his hands. A pang washed through him at the loss of her sweet weight. He’d have his mate again soon. Archer turned her around and hugged her.