by Helen Scott
He didn’t go far though, just turned around and set me on the table. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my leggings and tugged, and I pushed up so he could get them off, the stretchy black material peeling away from my skin as he tugged. His gaze devoured the newly exposed skin, and I felt like a goddess under his reverent stare.
As soon as my pants and undies came off, Blake pulled me to the edge of the table and dropped to his knees. My heart fluttered in my chest as he nestled himself between my thighs. The first swipe of his tongue had my body twitching and flinching in the best way, and as he began to get more enthusiastic, all I could do was lie back and enjoy it.
When his tongue thrust into me, I gasped and he groaned against me, pulling away slightly so he could murmur, “You taste like honey from the gods.”
Blake didn’t waste any more time speaking and began sucking and licking and fucking me with his tongue until I was a writhing mess on the table. Each time he pushed his tongue into me before pulling it out and circling it around my clit, my back bowed upward from the table like I had an invisible piece of rope pulling me upward.
My hands reached for my breasts, my nipples desperate for some attention as they scraped against the tank top I was wearing over and over again. I reached them and began pinching and rolling them between my fingertips as Blake’s tongue moved ever faster around my clit, to the point that I was hovering on the edge of an orgasm and just needed something extra to push me over the edge.
It turned out that the something extra came when Blake pushed two of his fingers into me while unrelentingly licking my bundle of nerves. The hard sensation of his fingers combined with the firm wetness of his tongue and the way I was playing with my own nipples sent me flying over the edge into my orgasm.
My body shook and clenched around him, my thighs squeezing his head slightly as I felt his fingers continue to move minutely within me, prolonging my pleasure. Each movement brought a new wave of tingling release until I had to tap on his head, unable to take any more.
Blake looked up from his position between my thighs, and whatever he saw in my face must have satisfied him because he stood and stripped faster than I would have thought possible. I barely even got a chance to see his cock before it was pushing at my entrance, forcing its way into my swollen, sensitive core.
Once he was seated all the way in, he stopped moving. My gaze landed on him as he looked down at me. “Mate.” His voice was a low growl that I could swear I felt vibrate all the way through his body into mine, including his cock. “Why are you still wearing any clothes?”
I pushed up onto my elbows and said, “Because you rushed past my breasts straight to my pussy.”
“Well then, allow me to apologize to them.” He leaned down and slipped an arm under my back pulling me up off the table when he straightened. His hands slipped under my tank and pushed it up over my head before trying to do the same with my unflattering sports bra and failing.
“Allow me,” I said, trying to suppress the grin that stretched over my face. I tugged at the tight band of elastic, and after some wriggling, which felt intense since his cock was still inside me, I got it off. Luckily, this was one of my easier to remove sports bras.
When my breasts popped free of their confines, his lips found one nipple while his fingers found the other, bringing both to taught peaks in seconds as he worshiped them. My head dropped back, and I felt like a buffet that he was feasting on, not that I minded in the slightest.
Once he had tasted both nipples and was satisfied that he’d adequately apologized, he began to rock inside me, never withdrawing but moving nonetheless. It was a slow build as he continued his attentions on my nipples and rocked within me, but with every movement of his hips, his body ground against mine and my already sensitized clit lit up like a light bulb. It was slow, but when the orgasm hit me, it rocked my entire body into his, clenching around him, pulling him close, and squeezing his cock as he groaned at the sensation.
When I collapsed backward, he lowered me onto the table, and as soon as I was down, he gripped my knees and pushed my legs to my chest so I was folded like a taco as he finally began to really move. The first thrust was slow, and pulling out of my swollen walls alone made me moan. When he thrust back in, it was faster than before, and he repeated this process until his hips were slamming against my own, the sound of our skin slapping against each other filling my ears and seemed to echo around the entire cabin.
The thought had me looking up toward the loft. My heart froze in my chest as I found Micah watching us, lust as naked on his face as his body was. My gaze ate him up, his lean muscles and shaggy blonde hair, not to mention the blazing blue eyes that were locked onto where Blake was fucking me so intensely. It was only as I looked him over that I realized his hand was pumping his cock with the same rhythm that Blake was fucking me.
I had no idea finding him watching me would be such a big turn-on, but I felt my body coil and another orgasm begin to build within me. Blake must have been able to sense it as well, because he drove a hand between us, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it furiously as he continued to pound into me so hard that I was starting to move across the table.
The friction, combined with the force of Blake’s movements, and the fact that I knew Micah was watching us and touching himself at the same time, launched me over the edge into my most intense orgasm yet. The noises that left my mouth were nothing short of screams. I knew Blake had moved me around since I found myself facing the wood of the table, wood still stained with Micah’s blood, but I couldn’t bring myself to care as he began to fuck me from behind.
I wasn’t sure when my eyes had closed, but I jolted when I heard Micah’s voice. “Open up, beautiful.” I opened them to find him kneeling on the table in front of me, his cock standing at attention right in front of my face.
As I looked up at him, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, a clear invitation. He thrust into me and let me adjust, feel him filling my mouth, reacquaint myself with the ridges of his cock, before he began to move. Something must have passed between Blake and Micah for him to be down there mouth fucking me and for them to be doing it in a synchronized fashion.
Every time Blake thrust into me from behind, Micah pushed into my mouth as well, filling me from both ends, making me feel like a goddess of sex that they couldn’t keep away from. If Roman were here, then the magic of the moment would have been complete.
I wasn’t sure how long we moved like that, me pinned between the two of them as I sucked and swirled on Micha’s cock while Blake drove into me from behind, making me stretch and take all of him, filling me to what felt like capacity. Micah moved from a kneeling position to sitting, spreading his legs on each side of me. “Tap my knee if you want to stop or anything,” he said, his voice rough and gravelly from lust.
I nodded and without wasting a moment, he moved under my head so if I wanted to put my head down it would be on his cock. I opened my mouth as he gripped my hair and began tugging and pushing, bobbing my head up and down on his cock. I had strangely never felt as free as I did in that moment. Nothing was expected of me, Blake and Micah were doing all the work, and I just got to bask in the pleasure of it all.
Maybe it was my head being moved for me, or the fact that I was taking Micah deep enough that I could touch my nose to his groin, but something pushed Blake over the edge and his movements became jerky as he sped up, ramming into me so hard that the entire table, with both mine and Micah’s weight on it, was inching across the floor.
Micah released my head as Blake reached forward and grabbed my hair firmly, pulling me up off the table until he could wrap his arms around my waist and chest as he fucked me into oblivion. When he lost himself to his pleasure, he grunted and shouted my name, which made my belly flip flop with happiness.
Blake’s cock jerked and twitched inside me as he came, filling me until I could feel it starting to slip out of my core and run down my thighs. Finally, once the waves of pleasure had slow
ed, he pulled out and I felt more of his cum leak down my legs. For some reason, it didn’t bother me. I wanted to wear it like a badge of honor.
“Do you want me to fuck you, beautiful? Or are you too worn out from Blake’s handiwork?”
“Fuck me, please, Micah,” I whispered.
“As my lady commands.” He gave an exaggerated flourish, and I expected him to get down from the table, but he didn’t. Instead, he just climbed over me and pulled my hips up a little more until he could enter me from behind, just as Blake had.
Micah’s cock had a completely different feel to it though, his had more girth to it than Blake’s, but Blake’s was longer. Both were fantastic cocks, and I knew in my heart and soul that I was a lucky woman. Not just because of the two of them, but Roman as well.
As Micah drove into me, his rhythm relentless, Blake had moved over to watch me. He was sitting, butt ass naked, on the couch, his hand lazily stroking up and down his cock as he got his own private show of his mate being fucked seven ways to Sunday. Part of my wished that Blake was closer so I could suck his cock the same way I’d done to Micah, but I also valued this time alone with Micah, having him fucking me as roughly and passionately as he did that first time in the bathroom at the pack house.
I’d never experienced anything like that until him.
Micah’s hand tugged on my hair, and I pushed up against him, knowing what he wanted. It changed the angle to something more shallow but more intense as he wrapped a hand around my throat and pulled me back against him, tipping my head to the side so it exposed the long line of my neck, which he proceeded to nibble and lick.
“You liked it when I was watching earlier, didn’t you, beautiful?” He growled the question in my ear.
I nodded against his hand.
“Are you going to come on my cock while Blake watches me fuck you?”
I nodded again, slipping my hand between my legs to my swollen clit.
He batted my hand away and said, “I’m going to make you come. You can play with your nipples if you want, but I’ll do everything else.” He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust that had me gasping.
Micah’s expert fingers found my clit and began circling in time with Blake stroking his cock, which was hard again. For a moment, I wondered if Blake would take me again once Micah was finished, then I thought about my poor beat up pussy and wasn’t sure I could handle it if they just rotated one after the other like that.
A sharp smack to my clit made me yelp and brought my mind back to the present. “Stay with me, only me.” Micah’s words were so soft, I doubted Blake heard them over my heavy breathing and the sounds of flesh hitting flesh.
I focused on Micah’s cock and the way it was filling me, stretching me, and the way his fingers were circling and flicking over my clit, all while Blake was moving his hand with increasing speed over his cock. Within moments, I shattered around Micah, my body wringing pleasure from every nerve ending until it was all I could feel. I was floating in some kind of weird out-of-body experience, even though I could still feel Micah fucking me and emptying himself into me as he whispered my name over and over again like a prayer.
Micah released me, and I collapsed onto the table, barely able to brace myself, and probably wouldn’t have even managed that if Micah hadn’t grabbed me again when he realized I was still out of it. As though he’d been waiting until that very moment, the door to the cabin slammed open and Roman stood there, his figure outlined in sunlight.
Well fuck.
13
Nina
“Having a good time?” Roman asked as he walked in and the door swung shut behind him.
A surge of panic went through me. Was he going to be angry that I had another mate? It wasn’t that I wanted to hide it from him, but I also wasn’t sure how I would feel if I was put in the same situation. Okay, that was a lie. I knew exactly how I would feel, and it wasn’t good. Jealousy and concern that I wasn’t enough for my mate would war in my heart. Which was why I was so worried about Roman.
I couldn’t exactly hide what we’d been up to and I didn’t want to, but it felt awkward to be lying on the table, cum dripping out of me as I tried to explain this to my first mate. My hand slipped on the table as I tried to push myself up into a sitting position, sweat and other bodily fluids no doubt slicking the wood under my touch.
When I was able to get myself up and at least sitting on the table, I watched as Roman made his way over to the sink with the animals he’d caught for us to eat. I didn’t even know how to start, so I was relieved when I didn’t have to.
“I already texted Roman and told him what happened,” Micah said as he slid off the table and began pulling on his pants. “I felt it when the mate bond clicked into place for you. I wasn’t sure whether Roman would since he was farther away and most likely in wolf form. I didn’t want him to freak out when he got back, but it looks like that didn’t quite work.”
Roman sighed and turned from the sink, blood coating his fingers and a knife in one hand as he paused his task of cleaning his catches. “I’m not freaking out. Your texts were appreciated. Besides, I knew that something was going on when Nina couldn’t stand to let us hurt him. Why do you think I left? If the mate bond was going to form, I figured it would be better to give them some space for that to happen. It wasn’t exactly a huge shock when you texted me. I was hoping that the group sex could wait until I got home, but I suppose our angel is hard to resist when she’d wet and naked.” Roman shot me a wink, and I couldn’t have been more floored.
“So you’re okay with this?” I asked.
“Yes, angel. I’m okay with it. Would I prefer to have you all to myself? Of course. I’m a possessive, jealous asshole most of the time, but the bonds you have with Micah and now Blake don’t trigger that side of me. I can recognize them as something you need. I just wish we knew why, because for me, it feels like the other shoe still needs to drop. But maybe that’s just my age talking.”
“Here I thought Blake was the other shoe,” Micah muttered as Roman turned back to his task at hand.
I chuckled, unable to help myself now that the awkwardness of the situation had faded. Blake and I were still very much naked, as was Roman, and I didn’t want to have any further conversation without covering up at least a little bit. Even a blanket would be appreciated since it was starting to get chilly, but I didn’t want to climb up to the loft just for that when my clothes were strewn around me.
After inelegantly climbing down off the table, I pulled on my leggings and tank top, deciding to forgo the undies and bra when I needed a shower anyway. This was just a temporary cover up. I could hear the guys dressing as well, and only when Micah came and slung his arm over my shoulders did I dare to look at either of them.
Blake looked more relaxed than I’d ever seen him, and Micah looked like the cat that got the cream, a wide grin covering his face.
“So, Blake, did you cough up any more information while our Nina was, uh, interrogating you?” Micah asked as he waggled his eyebrows.
“Just that Jaxon won’t say why he wants her. We get a big bonus if we bring her in. He thinks she’s the answer to some mystery, that if he gets her, he’ll be able to sire the next great line of alphas. That’s all he told us, other than the coordinates that his contact gave him for where you were.”
“Nothing groundbreaking,” I said when Blake paused. “This is basically all stuff he’s told me, or at least insinuated.”
“Did he mention the oracle to you?” Blake asked.
I turned to look at him directly and felt Micah and Roman do the same as though we were all in sync and honing in on a new target. I shook my head. “Who’s the oracle?”
“That’s just it—no one knows. Hell, this could just be a rumor since I’ve never heard Jaxon mention her directly.”
“It’s better than nothing,” I encouraged.
“Apparently, he’s been going to see this oracle who’s claiming that he needs you, that you
’re an important part of his future. That’s where he’s getting his motivation from and what’s driving him to not give up on you, even though he knows you have mates.”
“Do you know where this oracle is? Maybe we could go and talk to her?”
Blake shook his head. “I could find out for you though. I mean, I need to go back anyway or he’s going to send even more people out here looking for you, and possibly me as well.”
“He’s concerned about you?” Roman asked, tilting his head to the side slightly as he tried to figure out what Jax could want with Blake.
“Concerned is probably too strong a word, but I am one of the smarter, more dominant males. If I go off by myself, he would be worried about the information I might share with other local packs.”
“Like what?” I asked, wondering what he might share with them that he hadn’t shared with us.
“Pack size, strength of the members, weaknesses, both physically and financially. He’s not an idiot. He knows I’ve been watching, analyzing, and he’s made no bones about the fact that he wants to keep me around. Claims that if I’m smart enough and strong enough, then I could become his secondhand, but the likelihood that he’d ever actually trust me enough for that is slim to none from what I can tell. He wants people around him who are yes-men, who aren’t as smart as him, and who will do what he says without thinking too deeply about it. That’s not me. I would challenge him at every turn, wanting to make sure that we were doing the best thing for the pack, not just for his vanity.”
“That doesn’t surprise me. After he killed the man who attacked me, he used one of the guys that was with him as a napkin. I don’t think he wants anyone around him that could challenge him in any way. Everyone called him boss and obeyed him without question.” I shrugged.
“He killed someone who attacked you?” Micah asked.
“Yeah, it was the excuse he used to kidnap me. I don’t know how he would have reasoned it away otherwise. He’s fucking insane. I mean kidnapping, murder, trying to force the mate bond, all of it is just mind-boggling. I think that it’s going to bite him in the ass eventually, but for right now, he’s as happy as a clam, or would be if I was with him being his fuck toy and pup making machine.” My stomach rolled, and I shivered involuntarily as a cold chill ran down my spine. Micah must have felt it because he hugged me closer, and I snuggled into him, grateful for his strength and support.
