Mail-Order Bride [Taos Wolven Mates] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (17 page)

“You feel so big.” She moaned and rocked forward. Opening her eyes, she looked at him. Their gazes met and held as she slowly rose up then dropped down, over and over until Lorcan couldn’t take the slow pace anymore. He grasped her hips and met each of her downward strokes with a thrust of his own.

After a few moments, Lorcan held her still. His breaths came in short pants as she glared down at him.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Because,” he said, glancing at Tarin who knelt on the bed his cock in his hand. “We’re leaving someone out, and since this night is for you, I thought perhaps you would like us both inside you.” He winked up at her. “I know how much you like that.”

Dana stared down at her mate and smiled. “I do like that.” She still didn’t believe it, but it was the truth. She couldn’t wait to feel both of her mates fucking into her body. Dana loved the feel of the both of them stroking in and out of her.

They always managed to make her feel that she was the only woman they had ever loved and the only woman they would
ever
love.

“It’s because you
are
the only woman we will ever love, mate,” Lorcan said, reminding her that they were tied together in body and mind. “Our souls are bound as well, and we will never want another woman. We belong to you just as much as you belong to us. Our people believe in equality of mates. Yes, I am alpha, but your opinion will never be ignored.” He smiled. “Which is why, as much as I wanted to make you wait to come, I listened to your wishes.”

Lorcan palmed the back of her head and drew her down for a kiss. The feel of his mouth against hers was wonderful. She’d missed this.

Dana never thought she could ever grow to want a man so much that she would miss the feel of his lips against hers or his hands on her skin. Now look at her. She felt that way about two men!

Tarin moved behind her. She felt the bed dip as he moved between Lorcan’s legs. His hands brushed the cheeks of her ass and she felt the warm oil as he poured it over her back hole to ease his entry.

She groaned when he used his fingers to work it in. Even with just his fingers working their way into her ass, she still felt full, and it felt good. As a matter of fact, it felt so good, Dana couldn’t wait for Tarin to sink his cock deep in her ass. Nothing ever felt so good as it did when her mates shared her like this.

Unable to stop herself, Dana pushed back on his fingers. She wanted to show him she was ready for it all, that he didn’t have to prepare her for his entry. “Hurry, Tarin. I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

Tarin leaned forward and pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades. “As long as you’re sure you’re ready.”

“I’m so ready, I’m about to start without you. Hurry up.” She felt the loss as he withdrew his fingers from her ass and moaned. “I need more. I need both of you inside me.”

Who was this wanton woman saying these words with her mouth? Dana closed her eyes and realized she didn’t care. Right now, all she cared about was feeling her two mates inside her at the same time. So what if she was a wanton? At least she was a tart in her own bed and not someone else’s.

“Then here I come, baby. Just relax, and I’ll be inside you in a minute.”

“I can’t wait.”

She met Lorcan’s gaze and smiled when Tarin placed the well-oiled tip of his cock against her anus. She pressed her lips against his chest and lapped at his flat nipple while Tarin pushed the head of his cock past the tight ring and stopped.

“Are you still okay?” His voice sounded strained as though he held himself back. “I don’t want to hurt you it
has
been a week.”

“I’m fine.” She took a deep breath. “If you don’t hurry up, I think I’ll go mad.”

She did think it, too. What if the need to feel them both inside her at the same time did manage to drive her over the edge, and not in a good way?

“Then here I come, baby. Don’t say I didn’t try to be gentle with you.”

“I don’t want gentle. I’m not a glass doll and I won’t break. I need this. I need to feel you both pounding inside me until I come. I want to feel each of you as you thrust and withdrawal and I want you to be anything but gentle.”

“So you want it rough, do you, baby?” Lorcan asked as he leaned up to nip the tip of her breast.

“Oh, God, yes.”

At her words, Tarin thrust the rest of the way into her ass. With Lorcan still in her pussy, she felt so full, she wasn’t sure where they left off and she began.

It was when they started to alternate their thrusts that she lost her mind. “Yes, yes! I need this. I need it harder please. Give it to me harder.”

“Are you sure, love?” Lorcan asked her this time.

“Yes, I’m sure. Please. I need this. I need you.”

At her pleas, they began to ram themselves inside her. She leaned down, lapped at Lorcan’s nipples and tasted the fine sheen of perspiration that covered him.

They took turns. One was inside her while the other withdrew. This was what she needed. She didn’t want them holding on to their damnable control. She wanted them out of control just as she was. She needed them to thrust inside her with abandon. She wanted to feel Lorcan’s cock pounding her cervix. Every thrust, every withdrawal drew her closer and closer to another orgasm.

Every time Lorcan rammed his cock into her pussy, she felt Tarin withdraw. Once, one time only, their alternating thrusts faltered and for one infinitesimal moment, her two men drove inside her at the same time.

The pleasure-pain from that one accidental thrust was just enough to send her spiraling over the edge and she screamed. The world seemed to spin on its axis as she came apart in their arms.

Once, twice, three more times, they both thrust into her as she screamed before they both leaned forward, sank their teeth into her shoulders and growled. Again, Dana screamed. The feel of their teeth biting into her flesh, their connection as mates, and the sharing of their pleasure with her drove her over the edge once again.

Lorcan leaned up and pressed a kiss to her lips. Reaching up, he brushed the sweat-dampened hair from her forehead and grinned. “Was that what you wanted, mate?”

Exhausted, Dana lay her head upon his chest and nodded. “God, yes.”

Dana stood outside her uncle’s home and looked up at the structure. She must face him and let him know she was beyond his reach once and for all. He’d sent more than a dozen gunslingers after her in the last year, and her mates agreed that it must stop. Every time the men showed up in Serenity Falls, they looked for a fight. Frankly, Dana was tired of the violence. She didn’t want to raise her children with the fear that one of her uncle’s men would decide to use one of them as leverage to bring her back here to John.

Flanked by her two men, she put her foot on the first step and paused. As much as she wanted this confrontation, she feared it. She knew her men were difficult to kill, but she also knew Uncle John was a ruthless killer. He’d proven that time and again when his gunslingers ended up dead after returning to tell him that his niece was out of his reach. Several times over the last months, her men had spared the lives of the men sent to retrieve her with the understanding that they would tell her uncle to leave her alone. Time after time, he sent men out to retrieve her. Even when her men told them she was taken, she was no longer innocent, and she was theirs, they wouldn’t give up. She often wondered what kind of hold Uncle John held over the men he sent. Did he threaten their families to make them so eager to bring her home? Whatever Uncle used as motivation worked. The men continued to come, now that they knew where she was. Even the threat of being scalped by what they called savages was no deterrent. Almost monthly, the men showed up at their property and made an attempt to steal her away.

Frankly, Dana was tired of her men coming to her rescue. One of these days, their luck would run out and one of them would get hurt. She didn’t want that. She never wanted that. She also didn’t want them killing for her. The deaths of the gunslingers sent to bring her home weighed heavily on her conscience, though it was really her uncle to blame. It begged to wonder what kind of hold her father’s stepbrother had over the hired guns that they would continue to risk their lives to take her home.

The last bounty hunter refused to leave. He died on her front porch because her father’s stepbrother had told the man to bring her back or die. Unfortunately, the man had a death sentence either way. Rubbing her slightly rounded belly, Dana forced herself up the stairs to the porch. She stood staring at the front door of the house her father built, the home she’d grown up in, and knew it must end here. Now. There was little time before the baby would grow to the point where it was obvious she was with child. It was now or never.

She raised her hand to knock on the door just as someone slung it open from inside. “There you are!” Uncle John reached out, grabbed her arm, and dragged her inside the house. He pushed the door to close it, but Lorcan was there, his long fingers curling around the wood to push it open again.

Though her heart pounded with fear, just the sight of her two mates gave Dana courage, and she yanked her arm out of John Olsen’s grasp. Dana stared at the man in front of her and refused to think of him as her uncle ever again. She’d called him that as a family title out of respect. How could one respect a man who could do what this man did to people?

“I would like you to meet my
husbands
.” Dana deliberately stressed the last word. She wanted him to know that she was married to both of these men and that there would likely never be a time when she was alone. “Lorcan, Tarin, this is my father’s stepbrother, John.” She made the introductions refusing to call this man uncle ever again.

“That’s
Uncle
John to you,” John sneered. “Your father was my brother.”

“My father was your stepbrother. It makes you nothing more to me than the man my father grew up with.” She used her best imitation of Amelie’s haughty expression. “You are not my uncle. You were never my uncle. If you even loved my father the slightest bit, you would never have planned to sell me to a foreign brothel.”

“Brothel?” He actually looked surprised. “I wasn’t selling you to a brothel.” He shrugged. “I admit to thinking about it until a sheikh offered to pay me three-thousand for you.” He made a face. “He won’t marry you now as he’d planned, but he still wants you.” He grinned. “He’ll feel better once he’s killed these two and has whipped you good for running.”

Tarin stepped forward, his eyes glowing with the strange iridescence of his wolf. “He will never touch Dana.” He growled. “And you would do well to never lay another finger on her. She belongs to us now.”

Both Tarin and Lorcan pulled their shirts off over their heads. Their upper bodies morphed into their mid form, large muzzles protruding from their human faces. Dana stepped back. Not from fear, but surprise. She’d never seen this form before. It was just as monstrous as the first mid form she’d seen, but much more intimidating.

You need never fear us, mate.
Lorcan sounded sad. It was as though she disappointed him.

Dana smiled at him.
I’m not frightened, my mates. I was just surprised. You have never shown me this form before.

She turned her attention to John who had stumbled back against the wall. He pulled a shotgun from behind a hall table and leveled it at Tarin’s chest.

“No!” Dana screamed and, without thought, moved to put herself between him and the blast.

Tarin shoved her away. The shot hit him square in the chest. Blood and gore flew everywhere. Dana could do nothing but stare in horror at the hole in Tarin’s middle. It was a death shot. Her uncle deliberately shot him in the middle so he would suffer.

John frantically pulled two more shells from his pocket and tried to reload.

“Stop him before he shoots you, too,” she yelled at Lorcan who just stood in front of her, his body blocking hers from harm.

“Tarin has this under control.”

Dana watched with her knuckles jammed into her mouth. Tarin, who should have been writhing on the floor in agony, had he been human, still stood tall. He lunged forward, his movements a blur as he grabbed the shotgun from John and tossed it across the room.

John screamed as he watched Tarin’s wounds heal in front of his eyes. “What—what are you?” The stench of urine filled the air as he wet his pants, and Tarin chuckled.

“We were content to leave you well enough alone, John Olsen. Your greed is what caused this meeting.”

Sweat ran down John’s face. He clutched his chest and fell to his knees. His breathing became labored. He wheezed every time he drew breath until he fell to the floor in silence.

“Your uncle John is dead,” Tarin said as he knelt on the floor, his fingers pressed against John’s neck.

Standing, he changed back to his human form and put his shirt back on, Lorcan following suit. Turning, they both pulled her into their arms. “We didn’t mean for this to happen, baby.”

Trembling, Dana nodded. “I know.” She closed her eyes and soaked up their warmth for a minute. “But he was sick inside. Perhaps he’s in a better place now.”

“We must let the others know we’re all right,” Lorcan said as he released her and moved to the door to open it.