Breanna (14 page)

“So good…..please…..it’s there….again….I need….I want you…..all of you…..” Brea tried moving but decided that was almost impossible. She raised up slightly, her back arched deeply. Her body was in control now and her brain was almost absent in the wake of all the emotions and sensations.

“More,” she whispered greedily, her voice a low sensual hunger that spiked through her lovers.

Then Jase nipped at one nipple.

Sharp, jagged edges of lightening were released inside her.

Nothing stopped the rippling of muscles, the sudden thrust of her hips down on Jase and back against Nick, sinking him deeper, harder and forcing a hoarse cry from her lips. Brea loved the colors flickering through her with the sensual, erotic sensations.

She was stretched, their bodies more intimate that she’d ever imagined possible.

It was nothing but sweet, sweet pleasure.

She didn’t have to ask if it was good for them.

Then they slowly, carefully began to move. Finding their rhythm, finding the most bliss a world could allow in one place.

Nick lost himself in the velvet caresses of her body, his arms shaking as he pulled back and pushed forward, stroking into the taut entrance that yielded to him. Into the woman who gave to them both. Freely and with a hunger that matched their own.

Brea felt the ecstasy begin to build, again. Felt the sensations meshing, blending and building. There was no more thinking allowed. No words other than the names of 168

the men loving her.

There had never been anyone like them in her heart or her body. One wove its way around the next as their cocks stroked back and forth, teasing the nerve endings to a peak and taking her along for the ride.

She didn’t move, held tightly between them. She knew her own excitement was tied to the sounds, the caresses of their hands and cocks; their mouths moving against her flesh.

They gave to one another. Over and over; the whip of pleasure bouncing from one to the other and repeated.

Brea felt the sharp edge of Nick’s teeth on her throat. On the small bite he’d given her before and that was the final sensation her body could endure. Her hands went to the bed, her mouth open and their names were ripped from inside her when the explosion triggered the velvety soft walls of her insides.

Quaking, rippling and convulsing, squeezing his cock tightly, Jase completely lost his control, and the strong, hard pulses sent Nick toward his own edge. Their rough voices echoed in the silence of the night.

Heat flowed between them, and all the bodies seemed to enter free fall at the same time. No one moved for a several long minutes.

Steamed windows, the smell of their sweat and their pleasure permeated the room.

Brea knew she was barely breathing. But she was warm.

And it felt so really good.

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She squirmed, ignoring the complaints.

“Brea….” Jase groaned deep in his chest.

She wiggled and sighed, purring again. A low, sweet purr that trickled from deep in her throat.

“Woman….god….lay still a minute…..” Nick groaned, knowing he’d have to be the one to move first and pushed himself to the side, falling onto his back and never opening his eyes. So many scents filled the room and still, all he was capable of focusing on was Brea.

His. Marked and claimed. His mate.

Brea decided that orgasms were amazing, wonderful things. Even in abundance.

No, especially in abundance. She moved cautiously, wincing only a little and slipping to the side next to Nick, her back against his side.

“Orgasms are really good, wondrous things…..” she breathed aloud, barely noticing the blankets Jase pulled over them. She giggled. They were laying sideways on the bed. True, it was a king and big enough for them all. Comfortably. Perfect.

She brought one hand up, gingerly touching the small bite on her neck and then the other one to the side of her breast. On the right.

Jase, she remembered vaguely. In the middle of one of those mind-blowing orgasms. And each time he licked it or bit down, it triggered another wave of pleasure that made her groan.

“Brea….are you alright?” Jase lay on his back, his arm at his side because she was kind of wrapped around it, holding on and pressing her face against him.

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“Shhh….sleepy….”

“I think that’s a yes,” Nick chuckled, his body sated as he spooned against her, his arm at the dip of her waist and her behind pressing back into his crotch.

Mated, Jase growled in his sleep. He’d claimed a sweet spot at the side of her breast, marked her and felt her body explode with orgasm when he did. She was theirs now. He could taste her. So much of her in his senses.

Tiny lights telling her it was almost two in the morning were the last things she saw before a deep sleep claimed her. No little flying people tonight, she breathed peacefully, snuggled and warm between them.

No one would hurt her. No one would take her away from them. She didn’t know why or how she knew, but she knew. She heard the word over and over in her mind as she slept. But it was coming to her in two very different voices.

Mine.

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Brea ended up on her stomach, arms above her head and body snuggled almost below the blanket edge. There was a heavy arm across her middle and another one on the opposite side, but that palm had a handful of one ass cheek.

She grinned as she woke. She knew the palm. His favorite part. She giggled.

Nick heard the sound, his palm squeezing possessively. There was that giggle again. Had he fallen asleep with a stuffed toy that made noise?

Oh, hell no. His cock gave an appreciative twitch as the memory surged back.

Each and every sensation of the previous night came rushing back into his system, ending at the morning hard-on he was sporting and he knew the woman responsible was trying to untangle herself from between them.

“How far do we let her wiggle before we pounce?” Jase mumbled into the mattress, the lean form that had been trying to squirm from between them suddenly froze.

“Can’t make fresh coffee…or tea….or Sunday breakfast if I’m pounced,” Brea responded. She was positive she should at least be uncomfortable. Embarrassed? But she wasn’t. Instead there was teasing and play and an incredibly warmth inside her.

“We can buy breakfast,” Nick countered. “It’s Sunday. Go back to sleep.”

“Can’t…..” Brea hated doing it but she wiggled down and out the bottom, making a dash for the bathroom without looking back at the grumbling males. Granted they 172

knew more about her body then should be allowed, but telling them she had to pee was just out of the question.

Brea had her teeth brushed and was standing beneath the hot spray of water, trying to be casual about taking inventory. She wasn’t sure why she felt her cheeks flush hot when she thought about the night of sex.

Embarrassment, definitely.

Not something in her usual books of behaviors. Definitely.

Awe at how they made her body respond. Definitely, she thought with a sigh.

Muscles….hmm…new ones a little on the sore side. Not painful sore, she thought, massaging shampoo into her scalp. She groaned. Just the right tightening of muscles and tiny tingles lurched through her.

But they hadn’t left her. Hadn’t rushed off to their own rooms.

She hadn’t been cold, afraid. The other times had been so…..flat, she thought, searching her memories. Emotionless. She had tried to find the passion. She had cared enough to get into that situation but….she’d been so afraid she’d never know the passion and desires they showed her last night.

Then there were those two bites. God, how did her skin get so sensitive that her knees shook a little when she stroked over the marks?

Brea stood in front of the mirror, wrapped in a towel and using another to dry her hair. She looked the same. Except for the two bite marks. She let her fingers stroke over the hairless slit. They liked it, she whispered to herself, her breathing a little too fast suddenly at the memory.

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She’d spent so long hiding parts of herself. From others, maybe even from herself, she realized. The bedroom was empty when she came out but she heard the other showers going and hoped she hadn’t used all the hot water. She dug into her pack and found the band she wanted, adjusting the spikey little stretchy band over her hair, bangs filtering over her forehead but the rest hanging down her back.

She found a pair of shorts and smiled. Had to be Nick, since they touched her knees and had pockets everywhere. She tucked the tee shirt in and wandered barefoot to the kitchen. She had the batter in the fridge and had most of the breakfast finished by the time they came into the kitchen.

“Babe, you’re spoiling us,” Jase came to her side, his palm beneath her chin and tipping her mouth to his. Too aware of the sweet scent of her rushing through him. Her lips parted, their tongues teasing before he backed up with a low growl. “Coffee.” Brea just smiled and shook her head, peeling the waffle from the maker and adding it to a plate. She had the large plate on the table when another arm came from behind her, the large palm gliding over her behind and his mouth on her throat.

“It just means we’ll have to grab breakfast at the café when she goes back to work,” Nick said against her skin before heading to the spot he’d claimed as his own.

Brea sat down, the tall, cold juice glass between her hands. She watched them load up their plates.

“Do you think I will? That I can? The insurance….” She shook her head at the papers she’d been filling out online. The arguments and questions because of the arson.

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“We told you it’ll be rebuilt, Brea,” Jase stared over the cup of coffee, sighing contentedly. “We know a firm that works the coast. I have a call in to Matt and you can talk to him probably in a day or two.”

“Let the insurance company play their games. It’ll be rebuilt as soon as the police release the property from being a crime scene,” Nick promised as the warm syrup and butter melted with the waffle in his mouth.

It took a few minutes for them to realize she was staring at them and not eating.

Nick swallowed hard.

“We’re in trouble?” He finally asked, draining half the mug of tea he’d found at his plate.

Jase picked up his cup and took a drink.

“Brea….we’re not taking your choices or your decisions,” Jase reached for her hand, her fingers automatically twining with his. “We don’t want your power. It’s your shop. Your business. If you need help with something, you ask us and we’re there.”

“Is it the money, Brea?” Nick reached for another waffle and the jam that had appeared from somewhere. He saw the answer immediately in her eyes and sighed.

“Did you take a loan from your parents to start the business?”

“Yes.” She opened her mouth when Jase held a bite of toast out to her, frowning when she realized what she was doing and taking the toast from him, ignoring the sexy wink he offered. “Stop that. I’m eating.”

“Not enough. You pick at your food like a little kid,” Jase took the last waffle and covered it with jam and syrup. “Then we’ll make it a loan and when the insurance 175

comes through, it’ll take care of it for you. You need the business, just like we need ours. It’d make us nuts not to work.”

“Brea, we’re a family,” Nick caught the look from Jase. Maybe approaching things from another angle would help. They’d held back from too much already. Just like her parents. Trying to shield her, protect her.

“You….both of you want me to be part of your family,” she heard herself say the words.

“You are part of our family,” Jase corrected softly. He winced when her fingers went to the mark beneath her tee shirt. “Yeah…it’s considered polite to ask…..”

“We can blame the passion…..or we can be honest and tell you we just know we belong together,” Nick watched her digesting their words. “You make us laugh….and think and feel, Brea….and I believe the feelings are mutual. It might not be conventional, but if we’re happy, it’s no one’s business.”

“How do you know? How can you be so confident….” Jase looked at Nick and sighed.

“She has to know. We should have told her before…..fuck,” he was up from the table, pacing to the sliding glass of the kitchen doors.

She felt their fear. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she knew they were afraid. Not a bug on the floor afraid, but bone deep afraid of something. And she knew she was the center of that fear.

“What’s wrong?” She stood up and went behind him, touching the arm he had straight out and leaning against the open jamb. “I’m not a child. Maybe there are 176

secrets in all of us, but they can’t pull us apart if we don’t want it to.” Jase stood up and turned to look down at her. She didn’t have shoes on and he only just realized both him and Nick were six foot three. She barely topped five-nine.

His palm rose and stroked over her cheek.

“You think we have secrets?”

“I….I don’t know….I suddenly felt this cold wave, Jase. From both of you,” she looked over at Nick. He’d pushed away from the table, but stayed sitting in the chair, studying her. “Fear. I can’t think what you’d be afraid of…..but me….”

“We’re afraid of losing you, Brea,” Nick answered evenly.

“I wasn’t planning on running away,” she said quietly, wincing. “So yesterday doesn’t count. Protecting you….” She sighed. “You think because I ask questions that I’m….I’m going to leave, but you’re wrong. I ask questions because I have to understand why I’m feeling what I do…..for both of you. It doesn’t fit with what’s supposed to be….but I don’t want to give it up.”

“This is something….” Jase didn’t know where to find the words that wouldn’t send her running in shock.

“You’re not full humans,” she said softly, her hand up and brushing over the shadow he hadn’t shaved that morning.

Surprised flickered over both their faces.

“You didn’t think I was crazy when I told you about the fairies. Most people want me to see a doctor immediately,” she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, her head shaking. “You both confuse me so much sometimes. I wasn’t a child 177

needing protecting last night, but this morning you treat me like I’ll break.”

“We’re a little inconsistent, aren’t we?” Nick breathed out a long sigh in relief.

“No, Brea, we’re not full humans.”

“My parents didn’t keep the world from me. I read news and everything. I know about shifters and…and things,” she stepped back, swallowed and nodded. “So. Show me,” she settled her hands on her waist, head tipped slightly to the side.

Nick felt his jaw drop. And he saw Jase’s do the same.

“Demanding little princess,” Jase murmured, sliding the glass door open. “Go sit on the porch.”

Brea looked from one to the other, watched them stride out of the kitchen and toward the back of the large house. Not sure what to expect, she did as he said, going out onto the redwood deck and sitting on the top step.

Waiting.

Brea didn’t know what she was looking for. Or waiting on. She stood up and went into the garden, the sun was barely peeking over the trees behind the house. She was standing next to one of the raised beds when the low growl met her ears. She turned slowly and forgot how to breathe.

Her knees shook a little.

She swallowed hard. Okay, a lot of knee shaking.

They were huge. Two huge wolves, standing side by side. Long, muscled and lean. Nothing but pure strength and muscle, she realized.

One was a mix of shades of black and charcoal, salt and peppered into a 178

beautiful pattern with a soft crème beneath his chin.

They were tall, majestic, she thought. Their heads easily touched her hip, long muscled flanks and bright, alert eyes following her moves.

The other one was a mix of silver and black. His paws large and claws long.

Brea dropped to her heels, staring into the bright shining eyes of the silver watching her, his head tilted to the side.

She blinked and lifted her lip.

“Please….show me…..”

She could hear them both swearing in her head, but they bared their fangs at her. She wasn’t sure where the burst of giggles came from. Not sure at all, but she doubled over giggling. And it only got worse when she felt the sand-papery tongues on her neck and face.

“That’s just so wrong,” she giggled, rolling on the ground, her arms up and around one of them, the soft fur flowing beneath her hug. “That means we can go running together….but you’re probably much faster…..but that’s alright. You’re beautiful….both of you….so strong and…..” she stopped and blinked, pushing away from them and perched on her knees. “That’s what you meant…..mate….” her hand went to her shoulder, the other crossing her body to the bite at the side of her breast.

“They told me. The fairies told me…..”

Brea watched them, saw the intelligence and concern in their eyes.

“Ohh….” She scowled at them both. “That explains the growling! Bad wolves…bad……” she pointed a finger at them each and swore she saw each one cock 179

an eyebrow as if to say, yeah, so what?. “I thought Jenna had a dog….or I was losing my mind…..growling at people around us,” she stopped, both palms on her knees, her head tilted to the side. “Does that mean we have a family?” The words came out so soft, barely above a whisper.

“But it’s called a pack…..I know….” She couldn’t stop the few tears. They made her laugh and feel. But sometimes it was too much….just too much. One large body flanked her on each side, their heads nudging her hands. She swiped at the tears and dragged in a deep breath. “I’m okay. It’s okay….” She kissed each one of them on the head, her face against the warm, thick fur. “It’s okay,” she whispered again.

Her jaw tightened suddenly, intense gold edged eyes meeting theirs.

“It means if you find out who hurt…..” she hated the quiver in her voice. “Who killed my parents….you’ll rip their throats out. Make them hurt as much as…..” she forced the pain and anger away, her voice low. “Make them hurt.”

“Well……that is a fun way to begin the day,” Brea hugged each of them and stood up. “I’m sure you should go run off some energy. If you kill bunnies, I don’t want to know,” she warned sternly, the breath she tried gathering shaking just a little. “I’m going to clean up breakfast and set my stuff out for dinner.” She was still shaking her head when she went back into the house.