Authors: Virginia Nelson
CallingCaralisa (3 page)
“So, a vision? Is that normal for the end of a mating?”
Jackson’s question near her head had her swiveling to see him.
“Yes. Well, according to the books, yes.”
“I’m not sure if he was actually asking or being
hypothetical,” Bentley offered, nibbling his way across her fingertips.
“I think you’re both too caught up in words and books and
what is supposed to be. We’re in bed, we’ve just claimed our mate, and you want
to talk about whether or not you read about something? I mean, books or this?
Really?” Jackson palmed one of her breasts, the heat of his power still
shocking enough that she arched into his touch with a gasp.
“I think,” she managed, “that you’ve not read the right
books if you don’t understand how exciting a good book can be.” Biting her lip,
she turned back to him, brave enough after their mating to drag her leg up onto
his hip. “Speaking of books, are you sure you won’t get bored with a bookworm?
I mean, you’re a man of action and—”
“Who has only wanted you for years, mate. Let me taste you
again…”
“No, my turn.” Bentley rubbed his hips against her ass and
she arched into the attention. His length in her mouth had fired her passion,
but the idea of him sinking inside her as Jackson had…she shivered, but not
from chill.
“Kiss. I want you to kiss…would you do that?” The question
slipped out as their hands brushed at her hip, both fighting to touch as much
of her skin as possible, and she wasn’t sure what a guard of the royals would
think of the idea of kissing a male scholar.
Instead of hesitating or questioning her request, Jackson
reached past her head to drag Bentley close. Something about watching his mouth
slant across Bentley’s, watching his scruffy jaw work as he obviously shoved
his tongue deep in the other man’s mouth, sent her body molten again and she
moaned, rubbing her hips back into Bentley.
Their kiss broke on a gasp as Bentley reached down to
control her motions and speed. “I think she likes that,” Bentley offered.
“Shove inside her,” Jackson commanded. “I know what she’ll
like.” And then he was kissing her, stroking her clit in a circular motion,
while Bentley obeyed his command. Finding her opening with his fingertips, she
felt him lift her hip over his leg before he shoved deep inside her. She moaned
into Jackson’s mouth as Bentley filled her, the shivering perfection of the
tension between her legs leaving her to claw at Jackson’s chest in desperation.
“While you fill her, grab my cock, Bentley.” Jackson spoke
out loud, his eyes never leaving hers, as he uttered the command and she
shuddered at the idea of the illicit image. “You want him to, don’t you, Cara?”
She nodded, shoving her hips back into Bentley as she bit
her lip. Yes, she wanted him to touch Jackson, wanted to see his long fingers
wrap around that throbbing length between those muscular thighs. “Yes, touch
him, Bentley. Touch him while you push inside me. Faster.”
Jackson bit her breast, blocking her view, but then he
backed up enough that she could see Bentley cupping his cock, fingertips just
brushing his balls as he fisted the big dick. The sight, something so taboo it
should have horrified her, instead drove her deeper into the erotic miasma. “Touch
me,” she commanded. “Touch me while he holds your cock.”
Jackson didn’t hesitate, placing one hand on her breast to
tweak her nipple, the other finding her clit and circling it as Bentley rocked
harder inside her. Instead of watching Jackson play her body like a musical
instrument, she focused on Bentley’s fist, holding on to Jackson’s long and
thick dick as Jackson rocked his hips into the grip.
The pleasure began to bow her spine and Bentley lifted her,
shoving her onto her knees. “This is all well and good, but I want a deeper
angle.” The move allowed him to grip her hips, shoving harder into her, and she
didn’t dream of complaining as the motion rubbed him against a spot that shot
pleasure arching across her nerves.
“Sliding down, Bentley, hold her steady for a second.” Then
Jackson’s mouth was on her clit as Bentley worked to move inside her. “Angle
isn’t good. Flip her onto her back.”
Bentley obeyed and she allowed him to pull free of her and lay
her down on her back. “Wait, I want to taste you. I want to taste you while he
pushes inside me. Please?”
Jackson nodded and knelt over her head as Bentley pulled her
hips higher. “We’re your mates, your Hunters, Cara. We’re here for your every
pleasure. You know you don’t have to… Ohhh, that feels so fucking good.”
He shut up quickly when she sucked him deep and she shivered
at the combined feel of one lover pushing inside her as another filled her
mouth. They were hers. For all time, they were hers. Pausing in her motions,
she glanced up the length of his body. “I like to watch you lose control. I
want to be the one to do that to you. Will you both let me please you…then will
you take me, make me scream for you?” Uttering the words aloud seemed so
uncharacteristic, she started to doubt her wisdom, but then Bentley moaned. “Can
we lay you out when this is over? Lay you out and simply touch and taste you
until you can’t bear it?”
“We have a lifetime,” Jackson responded. “A lifetime to
touch, to taste, to try everything either of you can think of and a few I’m
pretty sure I’m the only one who could think of…but I think you’ll both enjoy.
My mates,” he said. Cupping his cock, Jackson raised a brow at her as he
offered it to her mouth. “My mates.” Bentley reached up, bracing his hand on
Jackson’s shoulder as he used the other hand to hold her hips higher so he
could push deeper, faster.
Sucking him deep, she thought the words.
My mates.
Hers, for all time, to face whatever the future would hold.
She couldn’t think of a better happily ever after in a
single one of her books.
Virginia Nelson believed them when they said, “Write what
you know.” She’s a small-town girl writing small-town romance. Her characters
are as full of flaws, misunderstandings and flat out mistakes as Virginia
herself. When she’s is not writing or plotting to take over the world, she
likes to hang out with the greatest kids in history, play in the mud, drive far
too fast and scream at inanimate objects. Virginia likes knights in rusted and
dinged-up armor, heroes who snarl instead of croon and heroines who can’t
remember to say the right thing even with an author writing their dialogue. Her
books are full of snark, sex and random acts of ineptitude—not always in that
order.
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