Keeping Kaitlyn (13 page)

“Yes. Yes, please!” The words came out on a guttural moan.

Lucas untied her hands, positioning her on the bed to take her from behind. Spreading her thighs, he pushed the head of his cock into her opening and worked himself in to the base. Kaitlyn moaned as he began to thrust, his huge, hard length moving easily because she was so excited.

The sensation of having both places penetrated at the same time made her buck against him as her body tried to assimilate the odd sensation. It was sexual pleasure distilled into basic, animalistic purity. The ecstasy pouring into her body breached its threshold and she came hard, wave upon wave of pleasure coursing through her body.

On the tail end of her climax, Lucas pulled the object from her rear and replaced it with his cock, sliding in deep. When he was seated inside her, the three of them readjusted so that Rafian could slide beneath her and guide his cock into her. She bore down on his shaft, sinking him in as far as she could take him.

Once the three were joined, they moved together, finding a rhythm. Both of their cocks moved in and out of her, possessing her, dominating her. Both their bodies rubbed against her, their bare skin slick and soft on hers. Rafian’s mouth sought hers and kissed her hard, his tongue hungrily seeking contact.

Pleasure coursed through her as their long, wide cocks pistoned in and out of her body in tandem.
 
Feeling both places filled at the same time was overwhelming. The pleasure blended and pulsed and throbbed through her body until she could barely breathe under its spell. It pulled every thought from her mind and centered it in her body. A powerful climax rose in her with every inward and outward thrust.

An intense orgasm burst over her, pulling her under waves of sexual bliss that freed her mind of all thought and forced a cry from her throat. It went on and on until she could barely see straight.

Her climax pushed Rafian and Lucas to theirs. Finally, exhausted, they pulled free of her body and they collapsed to the bed.

Chapter Nine

Lucas pulled Kaitlyn down onto his lap with the fire crackling in front of them. He loved her sweet weight on him. Her fingers traced his tattoos as his lips nuzzled her throat.

The last week had passed in a pleasurable haze of cuddling, talking, closeness, and incredible sex. Kaitlyn enjoyed his and Rafian’s attentions to the point of insatiability. It was a need of hers they were more than willing to fill. Having her here had been heaven, one they hoped would never end.

Yet both he and Rafian knew the two weeks were almost up and she had yet to declare her intention to stay. The weight of her sisters pulled at her from beyond the veil. Even now there was a faraway look in her eyes, a worry that no amount of soft words or gentle touching seemed to eradicate. It was a tie that Lucas could understand, since his parents had been taken so cruelly from him. She didn’t want her sisters to go their entire lives thinking something violent had happened to her. He could not fault her for that.

The world beyond the veil was a mysterious place to him. Kaitlyn had explained what usually happened to women who went missing there. Why would men visit such harm against their females? They were to be cherished and treasured, loved and protected. He could not understand it.

She twined her fingers with his and leaned her head against his shoulder. “When will Rafian be back?”

“Soon. They’re not chasing off bands of hunters this time. They’re simply securing the border.”

“But what if they run into hunters?”

He squeezed her hand. “They probably won’t. If they do, Rafian will get to do what he likes best.”

“What’s that?”

“Knock Magi heads together.”

She smiled. “And what do you like best to do?”

“Besides be with you?” He ran his fingers up her arm, enjoying the softness of her skin. Rafian might be gone all night. He’d have her all to himself.

“Yes, besides that.” Her cheeks had gone pink. It was curious such an innocent comment could do that, considering the sexual gymnastics they’d been performing lately.

“I love to work in the forge. I love creating something useful from hunks of metal. I love the fire and the weight of the iron in my hands.”

“You love twisting things to your will.”

“Maybe. And, you, what did you do on the other side of the veil besides work and dream of writing a book one day.”

“Other than spend time with my sisters, not much. I wanted a child at one point, but my marriage with Doug deteriorated and I put myself on the pill so I wouldn’t get pregnant.”

“And now. Do you want a child?”

She cupped his cheek and held his gaze. “With you and Rafian, definitely. It’s amazing how much closer I feel to you than I ever did to Doug, and Doug and I were married five years.”

“Length of time has nothing to do with what the heart wants.”

She smiled, but it was sad. “Not what it wants, what it
needs.
”

* * * * *

She lay sprawled between Lucas and Rafian, all of them fresh from a long, hot shower. Their hands stroked idly down her body. If she’d been a cat, she would have purred. Every time they touched her, love radiated from their fingertips. There was nothing not to enjoy about being close to these men.

Nothing not to love about cuddling with them on the couch late at night, fire burning. Nothing not to love about talking to them while they were snuggled in bed, or over a meal. Nothing not to love about spending blissful chunks of time watching them mold metal to suit their slightest whim. Nothing not to love about watching their bodies—man or dire wolf—flexing and moving as they performed a task. Nothing not to love about their kisses or the way they made love to her.

Nothing not to love.

And she did love them. She’d always been a sensible woman. She never would have thought she could’ve fallen in love this fast. Yet in just shy of two weeks she’d fallen in love not once, but twice. It made her believe in the power of soul mates. After Doug she’d figured something so fanciful didn’t exist. Apparently it didn’t exist, at least not in her reality.

Only in this one.

Lucas roused, twining his arm around her waist lazily and dragging her against his body. His mouth covered hers, lips searching. She melted against him, lost in a haze of decadent lust.

From behind her, Rafian’s hands moved over her stomach, dipping between her thighs. He found her clit and stroked it softly, making her moan into Lucas’s mouth. Lucas palmed her breast, stimulating her nipple to a hard, little peak.

Clearly this cuddling was escalating into something much more. Her body ached sweetly from their lovemaking the night before, but she craved more of it anyway. She reached down and found Lucas’s cock, stroking the long, wide organ from base to tip until he shuddered against her.

Finding the back of her knee, Lucas dragged her leg over his hip and guided the head of his cock into her entrance. With powerful thrusts of his hips, Rafian holding her still from behind, he thrust inch by luscious, mind-blowing inch inside of her.

She and Lucas found a rhythm, hips thrusting. From behind Rafian’s lubricated cock slid into her rear, slowly, sweetly, little bit by little bit, until she was filled by him as well.

They moved together, like one animal, now easily finding a pace that rocked all three of them to ecstasy. They pleasured each other—thrusting hips, writhing bodies, their moans and murmurings filling the air.

For Kaitlyn, it was an indescribable bliss, a pleasure too complete to adequately express with words. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as the sensations blended together in one long unstoppable hum of pleasure.

When her orgasm burst over her, it came from deep inside her womb. It radiated out, making all her muscles pulse and contract, as her spine arched and she cried out under the force of it.

Moments later Rafian groaned and came deep inside her, followed by Lucas.

When it was over, they fell apart from each other, and Kaitlyn mourned the loss of them from her body. She enjoyed it when they were one, all three of them. They lay tangled in pile, like warm puppies, sated and lethargic.

* * * * *

Two weeks had passed. Two of the best weeks of her life. A confusing, surreal, ecstasy-filled two weeks. She stood by the window, looking out at the snow-covered world. She’d found love again.

Back home it was hot, the middle of summer. Her sisters were probably out of their minds with worry. She could imagine the hell they were going through. All she had to do was put herself in their place, imagine how she’d feel if Caroline or Paige had vanished without a trace.

A lump lodged in her throat. Why did this have to be so hard? Why did it have to be so cruel? If she chose to spend the rest of her life with her two soul mates, her sisters would live with the grief of her disappearance forever. They would think she’d been kidnapped, murdered. What else happened to women who went missing? How could she be selfish enough to inflict that on them?

But how could she leave Rafian and Lucas?

A presence warmed her back. Lucas, she was sure. His strong hand cupped her shoulder and his strength radiated into her skin as he stood behind her. “It’s beautiful in the winter, isn’t it?” His low, powerful voice radiated through her back and she closed her eyes for a moment, immersing herself in the beauty of it.

“It is.” Her voice held a quaver.

“It’s even prettier in the summer.”

“I can imagine.”

“If you stay, you won’t have to imagine it.”

She closed her eyes again. Her throat ached from holding her tears back. The words she needed to say lodged behind the lump. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t say it.

It was okay, he understood. After a moment Lucas took his hand from her shoulder and moved away.

Her heart broke.

Chapter Ten

The morning had been quiet as they’d readied to make the journey back to the clearing where she’d first arrived. The doorway through the veil would only remain open for a handful of hours. If they missed it, she would be trapped here forever.

“If not for my sisters,” she’d started before they’d left the house. Then she’d choked and hadn’t been able to finish the sentence.

The men had changed to wolf form for the trip. She climbed onto Rafian’s back and buried her face in his warm, silky fur, trying to memorize how it felt. They ran through the morning, snow gently falling in the forest and patches of sunlight peeking through the trees in the distance. Under any other circumstances, it would have been a gorgeous trip.

But she was leaving the men she loved.

Rainbows could have littered the sky. Unicorns could have danced between the trees. Nothing would ease the ache in her heart today.

They stepped past a line of trees and into a clearing. She recognized it immediately as the one she’d appeared in two weeks ago, even though the grass was now covered with snow. Rafian walked to the center of the clearing and stopped. Lucas came to halt by his side.

Drawing a deep breath, she slid from his back and faced them, holding a bundle of their clothes loosely in one hand.

Rafian and Lucas shifted. Saying nothing, their manner subdued, they took the clothes from her and dressed.

When they were done, Rafian reached into his pocket and drew out three pendants. They caught the sunlight peeking through the clouds, long silver chains with a twist of metal hanging from them. “We’ll each wear one.”