Breanna (13 page)

actions, sweet and thick and filling the interior of the SUV.

Brea carefully placed the boxers back in place, her eyes wide when his hands gripped her shoulders and hauled her up and onto his lap. His mouth covered hers, his tongue sweeping in to take and taste and demand. Her arms rested along his shoulders, holding him tightly in place. She angled her body over his, her hips stroking, rotating and pressing against a male who hadn’t lost the erection.

Brea felt the promise and knew it would be explosive when she finally gave into it. She pushed away from him when she felt the SUV come to a halt. Blinking and looking up, she realized they were sitting in front of the house, not in the garage.

She almost laughed when she realized what her actions must have done to Nick.

She slid from Jase’s lap and into the fresh air, Nick holding the door open, his eyes dark and hungry. The same hunger she’d seen in them all night long.

And all of it hers.

He didn’t wait for an invitation, but wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her hard against him, his mouth down to sweep in and take.

Brea wondered….very briefly…if he tasted what she’d done.

Was the sexy flavor sweeping through him as hotly as it was speeding through her?

His kisses were different than Jase’s.

He was different. His hands softer, slower. His caress gentle even when she could feel the need driving him. Her hips pressed against him, his palms sliding down her back and onto her behind, pulling her hard against him.

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Both of them groaned into the kiss that broke breathlessly.

“Inside the house,” Nick said gruffly, watching her nod and run toward the door Jase already held open for her.

But Brea had other plans.

She ran her tongue around her lips, watched Nick come in behind her and then Jase, who politely, if still looking really hungry, stepped past them both and into the main area.

He dropped into one of the recliners and waited for the show. It didn’t surprise him that he was still hard. That his body wanted more than the exciting preview Brea offered. They could both easily smell Brea’s excitement, her arousal and especially the need burning through her.

Brea faced Nick when he pushed the door closed behind him. She took a step forward, her grin crooked when his shoulders hit the door and she pressed hotly against him.

“I like having power,” she whispered against his mouth, her hands moving to the buttons down the front of his shirt. Slowly they parted, her palms flat against his chest, fingernails dragging through the dark coils, tracing a sharp nail around one of the darker male nipples.

“I noticed….that was one hot performance….” He said gruffly, air suddenly evaporating now that it was his turn beneath her hands, her mouth.

He felt her fingers on the belt of his pants at the same time her lips pressed hotly against his chest, right above his heart. His head hit the door with a thump, her 155

tongue out and swirling moistly around one nipple before her kiss ranged over his ribs, onto his stomach and lower.

Brea felt the unusual surge of boldness rush through her.

Maybe it was the lust in his eyes.

Whatever bolstered her confidence she wouldn’t allow to leave her.

The hunger and lust filling the room from Jase, as well. She didn’t know and didn’t want to analyze things right now. She wanted those feelings. That hot, hungry crash that came from all the feelings ricocheting off one another over and over again.

“It wasn’t a show. It felt right…it felt hot….it felt alive….” she whispered against his flesh, licking around the edge of his belt before letting her fingers work the button open.

There was no sound in the large house. Nothing but their breathing and then she swore she heard the individual clicks of the teeth on the zipper as she eased it down.

There were so many things different and yet the same about them, she realized, her fingers closing over an erection not contained behind any type of underwear. He wasn’t as wide as Jase, but a little longer, she realized in feminine appreciation for the differences.

She peeked up through her lashes at him seconds before her tongue swiped out, flicking over the soft, almost delicate surface of the crowning head of his cock.

Different, she thought, all so different and so the same.

Brea straightened slowly, releasing him but not moving back. She held the narrowed, dark eyes without breaking the stream. Her hands on the hem of her tee 156

shirt, she pulled it up and dropped it behind her at the same time her feet toed out of her shoes and kicked them to the side.

Electricity filled the room.

She didn’t look back to see Jase inhale sharply, his gaze locked on the tall, lean curves. Her hands moved to her jeans, easing them over the ripe curve of her hips and letting them fall to the floor before she reached up and pulled the band from her hair.

His teeth clanked together and the erection trapped in his jeans tightened. Again.

But this time, Nick was her focus. Her hands reached up, pushing the sides of his shirt wide and letting her palms stroke over his chest.

“So nice and warm…” she breathed, leaning in and inhaling softly, her tongue out to stroke over his chest before she dropped lightly to her knees, her palms wrapping around the throbbing, thick cock and taking it into her mouth before he could react.

But his body reacted with a savage shudder, his hands falling to her shoulders before tangling in her hair.

She barely heard the hard, jagged curse from his lips.

Was barely aware of the hard panting when she pressed his thighs apart, two palms caressing the insides while her mouth suckled and licked along the hard length of him.

Nick was different.

She let the little things find a place inside the confused feminine mind. A week ago, she’d have told you that you’d lost your mind. This wasn’t her behavior. She’d chosen not to involve herself with men and she never knew why. She just knew she 157

hadn’t been comfortable or at ease with either them or the sensuality inside herself.

Until them.

Now she couldn’t stop all the caged desires from sweeping through her.

And they didn’t appear to mind in the least.

Nick let his feet spread a little further, sinking against the door and groaning when she swallowed him a little more. Growling when her tongue swirled and stroked heavily along the pulsing length of him. His breath caught again and again when the tiny tip of her tongue flicked at the ridge of the crown, sensitive, it sent rolling shocks of pleasure through him.

More! His mind shouted, his body shuddering when her fingers closed around his shaft and stroked heavily. Either hand or mouth was going along the length until he felt the scrape of her nails on his inner thighs and his fingers clenched tightly in her hair.

“Brea!” Her name was pulled savagely from his lips, his groan low and throaty.

Brea tasted the first spurt. Licked and suckled and squeezed through the pulsing eruptions; drank down the creamy fluid, vaguely noted the differences in taste and teased the sensitive head with her tongue.

She definitely liked power.

“Christ, woman, you’re killing me,” Nick exhaled with the words, the sensations she was sending through him edging close to pain. “You’re making my fucking teeth hurt.”

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Brea blinked when he gripped her shoulders and pulled her from the floor, his palms sliding over her head and holding her crushed against his chest.

“She doesn’t have the parts, Nick,” Jase commented gruffly, his own cock throbbing. Again. Or still. He wasn’t sure which. “She doesn’t know what happens afterwards.”

“I’m sorry….did I hurt you?” Brea breathed, lifting her head and meeting his gaze for barely a second before his mouth was on hers, soft and caressing, teasing her tongue to play with his in long, sensuous strokes.

“It’s not pain, Brea,” Jase came up behind them, his hands settling on her waist and mouth moving along her shoulder. He’d pulled his tee shirt off and felt her back against his chest. “It’s super sensitive and borders on insanity,” he told her softly, the smooth silken skin beneath his palms making him groan.

“Now it’s your turn, baby,” Nick murmured against her throat, his teeth grazing a spot on her left shoulder. His tongue licked, tasted and knew. That was his spot.

Jase was surprised at the strength in the lean, almost thin woman who spun from both their grasps and laughed at them, dancing across the room and putting distance between them.

“I like power,” she whispered through her laugh, eyes sparkling at the teasing gleam in their eyes.

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“You know you can’t run….” Nick watched the laugher in her eyes, grinning and wondering if he should tell her about being prey.

“Oh, but I can…I’m quite limber and quick,” she told them, shifting to the side and keeping various pieces of furniture between them. Nick had hastily zipped his cargo pants and moved to the side.

“Woman, you’re naked….how far do you think we’re going to let you get?” Jase asked with a deep, relaxed laugh.

“You’re tempting the hunter in us, Brea….” Nick moved in from the side. They’d hunted often for food with their pack. Caging her and guiding her to the hall that led to the bedrooms wasn’t difficult.

At least that’s what they were thinking. Then she blinked out of sight.

Not dashed. Not ducked and ran.

Blinked.

“What the fuck?” Jase looked at Nick, both of them immediately focused on the soft, playful giggle from the hall.

“How the hell?” Nick followed Jase down the hall, both of them ignoring the trail of clothing left behind them.

“I’m very fast,” she told them when they rounded the door to her bedroom to find her standing beside the bed, head tipped to the side. Long, feathery strands were draped on either shoulder, barely touching the pink tipped nipples.

“Be right back,” Jase turned and left them.

“You didn’t run very far,” Nick commented, toeing his shoes off and shoving his 160

pants down his legs.

“You like to play…I like that…..” she said softly, not moving from where she stood.

He stared. Like a kid. It was only finally seeing her naked that he realized where she fit into the world. If she were five inches tall with gossamer wings fluttering behind her, she’d be every child’s dream of a garden fairy.

They had thought she shaved.

“It’s natural,” she said softly, her voice holding just a hint of nervousness. “Mom told me it was part of my heritage and I never asked why…..”

“You’re beautiful, Brea,” Nick felt the words choke in his throat, barely noticing Jase carry a couple candles into the room and set them on the bureau before lighting them.

“It….it doesn’t bother you…” she looked from one to the other, immediately felt the jolt of passion wash over her when Jase stared.

“He’s right, Brea…..you’re beautiful….don’t ever, ever think otherwise,” Jase shoved his jeans down and left them lying on the floor.

“You make me feel things…..so beautiful and alive and…and happy…” she whispered, shivering when Jase reached out and stroked his palm down the side of her face. “Both of you…you’ve become a part of me….you’re in my dreams and when I’m cooking, you’re in my thoughts and….I don’t understand it….”

“Let’s try just being for a while, Brea,” Nick stepped forward, his fingers trailing down her throat to one rounded, perfect mound. He drew one finger around the pink 161

nipple, smiling at the little wrinkles that rippled beneath his touch. “Beautiful….”

“He’s always been a breast man,” Jase teased, kissing her and easing her back to the bed, helping her adjust across the surface before letting his palm trail along her throat, over her breast and onto the flat of her stomach. “But he is right, baby…just relax and let us be with you….let us show you how good we are together….” Brea closed her eyes. It was too much.

So strong. So powerful seeing the passion and hunger flaring to life.

In them both. For her. That was the most difficult for her to accept. It was for her!

“You take my breath away,” she breathed raggedly, the soft suckling of Nick’s mouth on her breast making her gasp and arch against him. Then he bit down and she was positive she’d come off the bed. One knee rose despite the male leg that had lain over hers.

Jase had been stroking over the small, bare mound, his fingers drawing more and more moisture over the swollen nub. His eyes darkened as her body responded to their touch. He had a feeling that sweet, bare mound would fascinate them for a very long time. Her fragrance circled them, took hold of the beast inside and held him firmly, locking him to her with unseen bonds.

Her body tingled and sparked with new sensations. Each new stroke of their hands, each new caress of their fingers or mouth.

“Easy, babe….” Nick laved his tongue over the aroused peak, his saliva shimmering on the pink nipple and drawing him back, his hands gently soothing her.

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“So pink and pretty…” Jase drew the moisture around the nub, pressed and stroked and slid one long finger through the swollen petals to the small opening. The opening now thick with her scent, flowing with her syrup. He added another finger and pressed his thumb against her clit, glancing up to see Nick sweep in and take her kiss as he thrust two fingers deeply inside her.

“She’s beautiful all over….so sweet and pink….deliciously wet….” Jase lowered his mouth to her stomach, sliding lower and watching the candlelight flicker over her lightly tanned skin. Her hips rose to his fingers, meeting his thrust and demanding more. Her hand found his shoulder, gripped him tightly, her breathing soft little pants of their names. Both their names as her body swept over the edge.

Brea pulled her mouth from Nick’s, desperately gasping for air as the climax swept over her, sending a hot flow through her blood and her soul. Pleasure ripped through her, her eyes flying wide when she felt the hot, feathering touch between her thighs.

Air, her mind shouted! Breathe in……a loud gasp broke free that vibrated and turned into a moan when his tongue took over, swiping and flicking; tasting and swirling where his fingers had been moments before. Reflex had her trying to close her thighs until Nick put his leg over hers, his cock pressing hotly against her thigh and his palms stroking and pinching at her nipples.

He moved slowly, carefully to the other side while Jase positioned himself between her thighs, lifting her knees and parting her wide.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, flicking at her clit and watching it quiver and respond 163

to his touch. Growling softly, his tongue separated the swollen petals, sweeping over the absolutely silken flesh and nipping gently.

Fairy syrup, he thought fleetingly, his mouth moving over her to lick and suckle until he felt her body tensing. He knew why Nick had moved, positioned himself on her left side and continued suckling and stabbing his tongue into her until her hands gripped the blankets beneath them.

Brea felt the waves coming; felt the walls inside her clutch and clench and demand more and more! She heard someone scream, realizing it was her at the same time the orgasm sent her soaring. Nick pressed hotly to her side, his mouth on her throat, on her shoulder.

She didn’t feel it and she did feel it. A wild mix of sensations coursing through her when his teeth found a sweet spot that seemed attached to the wild sweeping orgasm taking her again.

Jase groaned aloud, his mouth moving from the hot syrup to her thigh, the soft center and lower. His fingers moving, stroking and spreading the thick moisture lower.

Brea was gasping. She didn’t know it would feel this intense! This alive and they seemed to want more! They wanted to give more and she was positive she’d die on the receiving end.

Nick took her mouth at the same time she felt Jase spreading the thick juice from her center, spreading it lower and sliding one finger into a place she’d never thought….oh, god…..more sensations…new sensations…..new nerve endings aroused and hotly demanding.

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Nick raised his head, peering into her eyes.

“We want you, Brea…..together….are you ready for us both, baby?” Brea felt herself drifting down from the orgasm, her head shaking slightly.

“I don’t know….I want you…both of you…I didn’t….I want you both so much….it’s frightening….”

“We’d never hurt you, Brea,” Jase lifted his face from her sex, licking his lips and groaning softly.

“I know that…..” she watched the passion in both them, saw their eyes darken and felt the heat flooding the room because of the three of them. Three of them, a distant part of her mind repeated. “What if I…..I can’t….”

“Trust us….” Nick cupped her face, his mouth dragging lightly over hers. He slid down her body as Jase moved to her mouth, kissing her and sharing the taste of her pleasure, their tongues playing and stroking. “My turn to taste…..Christ she’s so hot….sweet…..” he buried his face close to her sex, inhaling and dragging is tongue over the soft, bare petals.

Using his fingers as Jase had, he gathered the moisture and spread it lower. Two fingers speared into her gently, circling, stretching. He groaned when he felt her walls clench him, grip him and urge more from him.

“Jase…..” Nick groaned hungrily.

“I know….” Jase rolled to his back, pulling Brea over him and gripping her thighs, spreading them and letting her slick sex rest over his cock.

She rotated her hips, her palms pressing against his chest for support until she 165

had him trapped. She rolled her hips from side to side, taking him slowly inside her. He was wide, blunt and thick as he stretched her. Perfect, she breathed.

“Jase…..so good….” Brea whispered drunkenly.

“Oh, she’s so fucking tight, Nick…..”

“I know….” Nick lifted the bottle Jase had left on the table and smoothed some of the oil onto his palms, his hands then moving to the heart shape facing him.

Brea felt her body purr.

Her. Whole. Body.

Amazing, she breathed against Jase’s lips, sending her tongue out and stroking along his throat. Somewhere in the whispers were the word ‘MINE’ repeated over and over.

Arousing wasn’t enough to cover how she was feeling, she decided. Firm, strong hands massaged something sweet and fragrant into her skin, over her hips and ass.

Then she felt the thumbs meet in a place she never knew could be erotic.

Wild streaks of sensation bounced around her body, from one end to the other.

Jase fisted a handful of her hair, pulling her mouth back to his when she tried gulping in more air that she could find just through her nose. He had both hands in her hair, keeping the long strands wrapped around his fists while his hips moved seductively, stroking his cock deep and long, never retreating but now and then the pressure met when Nick’s thumbs spread her open.

“Christ, Nick…..not much longer...she’s…..fuck...I can feel her insides starting to….” Jase groaned loud.

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Brea knew what he was saying. She heard the collection of words pushing her toward the edge again.

Sexy words; coarse words; erotic, sweet words stroking her as assuredly as the hands all over her. Words that told her what their bodies were feeling and yet more erotic than the sex itself.

Then she felt him.

The blunt head of him gliding along the oil and her own hot moisture easing his way. He pushed at the same time the first orgasm washed over her; pushed at the same time Jase pulled out and thrust deeply inside her. Pushed and popped past the strong muscle guarding that entrance, eased his length slowly inside her ass.

“Brea….talk to us, baby….” Nick groaned, holding himself back, forcing the urgent need down.

Talk? She could barely breathe and he wanted to talk?

“Crazy…males….oh, god….it feels so different…..good…..I never knew….” She didn’t need words when her muscles flexed. All of them and the males involved each let out a husky, deep groan. Slowly, she flexed them again, grinding her clit against Jase and panting, tilting her hips and rotating to stroke herself and excite them.

Embarrassing to pass out on lovers, some part of her advised.

But she could feel them. She could feel them and herself, more nerve endings than she ever knew she had.

“Brea….” Nick was bent carefully over her, his long, strong arms quaking in the 167

efforts it was taking for him to hold back. “Are you alright, baby? Are we hurting you….”