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  “You’re slowing down now that I agreed?” Tatum felt rejected.

  “No, honey, I would never tease you.” As if to prove his point, Jayce ground his pelvis against hers. She gasped at the feel of his erection, bold and large, against her center. “Does that feel as someone that’s changed his mind?”

  “No.” She cupped his hard-on and brought her lips to his. She glided her tongue against his and sucked eagerly. She felt desperate. Wanting the weight of his body against hers, not wanting the feel of entangled emotions that shattered hearts.

  His eyes met hers. “I’ll give you everything that you need, and things that you never dreamt of. To take the edge off, I‘ll give you a fast climax. But after that, I‘ll make love to you.”

  She ignored his words and latched onto his throat. With a slight bite, she innocently waved a red flag in front of a raging bull.

  His beast struggled with him, as she whimpered against his ear. Luckily, he snapped out of it and released her hips. No doubt, she would be bruised afterwards. The incident had brought Bren behind the chaise. Jayce understood, she was his mate, as well. His need to protect her overran the fact that Jayce was his Alpha. Since Jayce was the Alpha, tradition dictated that he would have the up-most say in her care. However, Jayce wasn’t feeling that. He would work with Bren, his best friend, co-mate to co-mate, as they provided for Tatum as an equal unit.

  Tatum wasn’t shaken. Sure, he had hurt her a bit, but she started it with the bite. In her sexual inexperience, she had sent a message to Jayce: the need for aggression. She didn’t know what to do next, other than burn up. “I’m not as experienced as you. I don’t know how to please you.” She stilled. “I didn’t mean to bite I just got too in to it.”

  “You could never be too in to it.” He rubbed soothing circles across her back. “You’ve only been with Troy, right?”

  She didn’t answer.

  “Please, answer me.”

  “It’s humiliating.”

  “Don’t say anything but yes or no.”

  “Yes.”

  In her confusion, she fell back against his chest. She wanted him. She was sorry that she had turned him away, before. While holding her arms, he swung her around to face a snarling Bren.

  Chapter 6

  “I appreciate your honesty. I can’t express what that means to me.” Jayce brought his hands back to her face. “Remember in the limo, when I asked you to be my girlfriend?”

  She laughed, “Yeah.”

  “I want more.” He tilted his head to the side and gave her a deep kiss, one that she couldn’t disagree with. One that would mend her broken heart shattered soul and humiliated pride. He didn’t give up, wouldn’t release her. With a free hand, he lifted her skirt and slid his palm on the inside of her thigh. Already, he could feel the heat irradiating from her core, the demand that clawed at her. She arched her pelvis toward his hand, as Bren inched closer. His eyes were turning. Jayce shook his head no and furthered his ascent to the dampened lace that covered her secret curls.

  She scratched his shoulders, “Please.”

  He gathered both of her wrists into one of his hands and lowered his head to her apex. The first touch of his tongue shot her off the chaise. That angered Jayce. Not that his touch shouldn’t thrill her, but the facts were spelled out for him. Her ass of a husband hadn’t taken the proper time to love her, taste her. Even if he weren’t a Were, he would still tongue her into oblivion, every square inch of her. She was lovely. He rubbed his face against the dampened lace, where her scent was the strongest. Until she was marked, her unique pheromones, the genetics of her ancestry, would call other wolves to investigate. He didn’t know how it hadn’t happened yet; however, he was no longer risking her. She would always be with one of them, preferably both.

  His free hand traced her core, outlining the hood of her clit. Repeatedly, he teased her until the nub doubled in size. Only then did he dip inside. Jayce had no desire to be cruel by withholding what she needed. He wanted her, needed her lathering on his hand with all the creaminess her body could make. Her orgasm would hit the moment, he stroked her probably from stroke one.

  “Please,” Another moan from her beautiful, full mouth, she didn’t need to ask, at least this time.

  “Honey, I’m just making it good for you. Calm yourself.” He kissed the inside of her thigh and extended his canines. Ripping the fabric that stood between him and ecstasy, he retracted his teeth and nibbled at her labia. She was glistening. Pink, full as the lips on her face, her pussy was dripping with desire, for him. His werewolf howled in anticipation, and his manhood tightened with his sack. Like a green boy, he almost came in his pants. “I can’t believe how beautiful you are down here. As lovely as your face, it astonishes me.” Bren inched closer as tension bracketed his forehead. Jayce spread her trembling thighs. “Are you nervous, honey?”

  “No. I don’t know. Maybe, I’m a little embarrassed,” she admitted.

  He looked up at her. The moonlight glittered against her face and caused his heart to clench. Her eyes glazed; pupils dilated. She closed them in an effort to protect herself. He took a mental note of that, she was shutting him out. She wanted his body but didn’t trust his motives. He shot that thought to Bren and watched his massive fists clench at his thighs.

  “What could you be embarrassed about?” She wouldn’t open her eyes. “It couldn’t be because of this luscious morsel in front of me. No,” he shook his face back and forth over her soft nether lips, “I don’t think so.” With that, he entered heaven. He licked her, repeatedly. Long, luxurious strokes sent his twitching cock into hungering rage and her mound into swollen desperation.

  She started to shake, “oh….uh…help me.” His release of her wrists had sent her hands straight for his hair. She was pawing, and purring like a kitten. Her embarrassment had faded into raw need, hunger that she had not at any time known, not once knew that she could have. He put a long, thick finger inside. In and out, back and forth, she tensed. That roaming finger was now curling inside, searching. He found it; a spot she thought didn’t exist. Her vision slowed, and sparks danced under her eyelids. She convulsed, screamed, and clawed without mercy. She fought to get away from the overwhelming sensation. He placed a large hand on her stomach to keep her in place, as he rode out her orgasm with her. Never stopping his tongue’s ministrations to her clit, not for a moment stopping his free hand’s relentless assault on her secret spot, Jayce set to her pussy as a dying man on a mission.

  Heading for round two, Jayce felt Bren’s palm on his shoulder. Clearly, he didn’t want Tatum to be worn out. Clearer yet, he wanted to be involved. Damn, she was going to bolt now. He knew it, but had to get it over with, so they could be together. He slowed his tongue and brought her gently down. She whimpered and tossed her tangled mane across the chaise. Reluctantly, he pulled his face back to hers. Slowly, all so leisurely he licked his lips, as he studied her face. Panting, she blinked a few times, as she tried to focus on his mouth. His smile was arrogant, “Feel better?” It was a rugged whisper against the night.

  “Yes,” she threw her head back and composed her breathing. In the back of her mind, she knew he was waiting for something…wanting something. Shit. She was not proficient with oral sex. Troy hadn’t wanted it, and he had been her only lover. She bit her lip and reached for his zipper.

  “Honey, I want to be inside you, and your pretty, little hands need to stay away from my crotch, before I forget that I’m a gentleman.” She could hear the tension in his voice.

  She traced the pad of her index finger over his lips. “You sound uncomfortable. Just do it.” She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him boldly. A kiss that left no question that she wanted him inside her, as well.

  “There’s no need to rush. I’ve been waiting for this forever. I think, even though you don't admit it, you have too.” With that, he cupped her face and returned the kiss, slowly antagonizing her sensitive body. When a chill hit her thighs, the wind whipped and reminded
her that she was half-naked. She reached to pull her skirt down, as another set of hands stopped her. She tensed to scream, but Jayce took that cry in his mouth with another languid kiss.

  Bren slid beside her on the chaise. It wasn’t easy. Even though the cushioned lounge was the size of a double bed, he and Jayce were significantly larger than most men were, and little Tatum was packed in the middle. Over the years, they had taken a few women between them; nothing earth shattering or memorable. Usually, his style was one on one. Even so, with Tatum, their love, there would be many times such as this. After the initial claiming, they would be spending alone time with her, as well. However, tonight, apart from the upcoming full moon, would be extraordinary, and they would remember it the rest of their exceptionally long lives.

  Tatum felt a rough tongue on her neck. She shook her head no, but Jayce wouldn’t release her. A voice whispered in her ear. It was dark, intimidating, and inspired by the naughtiest of intentions. “You didn’t run from him tonight,” damn it; it was Bren, “why shouldn’t I get the same consideration?” She wiggled to stand, and they groaned in unison. “Just leaving now,” she bit out, only after Jayce permitted her words. Pushy, pushy men, nothing had changed. Well, she didn’t remember them going after her all at once. Unless, it was in the woods that night….

  “Tatum, we need to talk.” Bren’s voice was steady, firm with purpose.

  “I can’t believe the two of you set me up this way. Wasn’t it enough that Jayce tortured me in high school? Do I still have to serve your need for revenge? What a sick joke.” She met Bren’s stare, and he wasn’t laughing.

  “I love you.”

  “So not funny,” she closed her eyes against the Sanibel moon.

  “That wasn’t the response that I wanted.” Bren rubbed his forehead against the side of her temple. “Don’t leave.”

  “Go to hell.”

  “I’ve been there for years,” he licked the shell of her ear. His tongue was rough, much like a cat’s sandpaper texture.

  “There’s one thing that I have to know.” Jayce moved behind her, rubbing those circles on her back, again. “Do you still love Troy?”

  “That’s none of your business,” she snapped. She couldn’t stand Troy, but Jayce had no right to ask that.

  “Answer the question,” Bren slid his tongue across the outside of her neck. Stopping at her pulse point, he bit gently. She recalled that same move on the deck just the other night.

  “Or what?” she prodded.

  “Or I'll kill him.” It was Bren. “Then, you won’t have anyone to pine over,” another bite to the throat, this one stronger.

  “Again, not your business,” she stifled a sob, “but I’ll answer, anyway.” What was he doing with that crazy tongue? She wanted to, no, needed to get away - she could not move. As Bren laved her pulse, her eyes rolled back, and her body stiffened for another orgasm, “Oh…no.”

  “Sh. We’ve got you.” Jayce leaned in and pinched a hard nipple. “Answer the question,” he emphasized with a sharp tug.

  “Do it.” Bren stayed at her pulse. She couldn’t help it. Tatum was fantasizing about that rough tongue doing the same thing that Jayce had between her legs. Wow.

  “I will,” he answered, catching her thought process. “No part of your body will go untouched by me.” Bren made a promise in the night, “Last chance to answer the question before punishment.”

  “I don’t love him,” she blurted. Had she mentioned her fantasy aloud? Tatum was angered by her body’s insistence on them, as it turned traitor.

  “Good girl,” Jayce praised and released her nipple.

  “I’m not a dog.” That got laughs out of both. They exchanged a look and reached between her legs.

  “No.”

  Hot breath stirred the hair tendrils at her nape, “No to what?”

  “To this,” Bren reached between her legs and flicked her clit, ever so lightly, “or to this?” He drew tight, focused circles over the very center of her bundle of nerves. “Or was it this?” He pinched said nerves between his thumb and index finger, rolling and rolling, until she couldn’t breathe, didn’t want to.

  “All of it,” she gasped.

  “Liar,” Bren gripped the nape of her neck and turned her face towards his. “Look me in the eyes and lie again. I dare you.”

  “It’s just wrong.”

  He tensed, “Being with us isn’t wrong.”

  “Us?” she questioned. Tatum heard the words, but her body was shattering with its response to Bren’s hand. He placed his lips over hers, slowly oh so gently, he took over. A kiss that demanded everything, Tatum groaned. She couldn’t escape it, didn’t want to. How could she? He was everywhere in her head, in her feminine center, in her mouth. She was held hostage. Even if she weren’t, she couldn’t say that she would want to leave. She couldn’t think.

  Bren felt the last of her defenses disappear, for now. She was too innocent to know what they wanted to experience with her. With considerable gentleness and Herculean restraint, he lowered her back down. He sent a mental image to Jayce. It was a way that they could communicate their needs, hopefully, without causing her fear. Bren continued to kiss her sweet mouth and run his tongue over her teeth. He dreamed of the day that she would take his cock there, wanted it with a burning fire that licked his skin. For now, Jayce joined him and entered her dripping sheath with his middle finger. Together, side by side, they used their long fingers to pleasure her.

  She opened her eyes, deliriously stunned. Jayce clasped her wrist and brought her hand to her core. “Place your finger with ours.” She seemed confused, so Jayce did it for her.

  “It’s too tight,” she gasped. She tried to pull out, but they forbade it.

  “Feel us together, all three.” Bren nipped her jaw, as Jayce brought his tongue to her clit. With a speed only achieved with batteries, Jayce battered her nerves with steely determination. When he groaned, it vibrated through her with an intensity that caused her second orgasm to splinter the center of her body. Bren stole her mouth and absorbed her screams. Her orgasm went on and on, until the earth stopped and her heart exploded. Gasping for breath and nearing faintness, she took a bleary look up. They were staring down at her, the two of them, with the most arrogantly smug expressions that any men had ever worn.

  “Assholes,” she muttered. With that, she pulled her hand away. Faintly, she recalled a mouth that sucked the juices from her finger, before she fell into a deep sleep.

  “You put her out?” Bren was pissed.

  “No, I thought you did.” Jayce carried her inside.

  “How long had she been without an orgasm?” Bren reached over and brushed the hair from her face. “So pretty, I wanted to taste her.”

  “You sucked on her finger like an animal,” Jayce teased.

  “I am an animal, your point?”

  “Was her finger better than her panties?”

  Bren frowned. “Of course it was better. Don’t look so smug because you ate her out. I heard your climax. What are you, sixteen?”

  Jayce didn’t care; he laughed. “Don’t worry, she’ll wake soon. She claimed not to have had one since she was eighteen.” He looked thoughtfully at his friend, his pack mate. “I know the tension in your body; you'd better go and whack off or settle down. One way or another, I won’t let you around her all jacked up like that.”

  Bren’s wolf flared in response. With an acidic voice, he answered his Alpha. “Is that an order? She’s mine.”

  Mine.

  Back off.

  “Bren, let’s not fight over someone we both need. Why do you want her to run so soon? I don’t, since I can’t live without her. I’m not going to, so don’t blow it for us.”

  Bren fought for control of his wolf, “Fine, let her sleep as her needs are before my own.”

  “Spoken like a true mate,” he smiled. “Speaking of needs, you wouldn’t believe her wardrobe. I placed some calls during the drive from Renee’s house. By the way, I am forbidding you
r sister to go back to that neighborhood. I don’t want her to incur any problems with the drug dealers who make their homes there.”

  Bren’s brows drew together. “As our mate’s sister, we can’t let Renee stay there, either.”

  “I know,” he gestured towards the sitting area of the master suite. “We have to work on that type of control. She’ll fight everything that we say and do. I just know it.” He relaxed into a large chair and plopped his size fifteens on the ottoman. It protested against Jayce’s weight.

  “But protecting Renee will keep Tatum safe and happy. I won‘t allow her to worry about her family‘s wellbeing.”

  “Agreed,” Jayce released a slow breath.