Tempted by Darkness (21 page)

Libby Wells was physically and emotionally
exhausted. She’d spent months working sixteen hour days and now
that the project was completed, her research all compiled and her
presentation nearly ready. She already felt lost, oddly adrift, and
technically she wasn’t even finished yet. She still needed to make
the trip to the convention and present her findings. She had taken
time this evening to go down the street to the small deli for a
sandwich; after Charlie’s admonishment about how much weight she’d
lost, Libby had tried to be more conscious of taking care of
herself.

The night she had spent with the two shifters
had reminded her that there really was more to life than work. Holy
shit those two had set her entire body on fire from their first
touch. She’d heard Kit and her friends talking about all the
benefits of ménage relationships, but she’d honestly thought they
were exaggerating when they’d spoken about the pleasure—
not!
The two men had made love to her all night and oddly enough the
next morning she’d been totally energized rather than exhausted.
They had both smiled and assured her that her observation was
precisely what they’d wanted her to see, and then proceeded to make
her promise to call them as soon as she returned to the city.

Before she’d gotten in her car the next
morning, Libby had blurted out the question that had haunted her
since she’d arrived the afternoon before. When she’d asked the men
if they’d been watching her, they had both tilted their heads to
the side in question before hustling her back inside the mansion.
After she’d explained she’d had the strangest feeling she was being
watched, they’d given her a small caliber pistol and made sure she
knew exactly how to use it. Both men had also promised to accompany
her to the convention and begun making the arrangements.

Libby had barely had a moment to herself
since. Either Charlie or Dirk had been at her side almost every
moment since, and it was only this afternoon that she’d convinced
them she would be fine until they all met at the airport tomorrow
morning. Now, walking down the deserted hallway leading to her
office, Libby knew she’d made a huge mistake.

Standing in the hallway outside her office at
the university, she felt the fine hairs at the back of her neck
stand up on end. Reaching into her bag as if she were looking for
her keys, Libby wrapped her fingers around the small pistol they’d
given her and flipped off the safety—cringing at how loud the click
had sounded. When she turned around, she faced the ugliest creature
she’d ever seen. The first thing she noticed was that she couldn’t
tell if it was male or female. The long black robe was tattered and
torn with what looked like burned holes scattered over the surface.
But it was the black sword that held her attention, when the
creature raised the weapon overhead, Libby didn’t hesitate—she
fired her own weapon, emptying the small clip. Watching in horror
as the body dropped to the floor, Libby felt her knees go out from
under her. As she slid to the floor, she was barely aware of
shouting and the clamor of heavy footsteps as people raced to her
side.

Kit felt the pleasure building until her head
fell back against the pillow and colorful sparkles of light began
dancing behind her eyelids, “Open those beautiful green eyes,
kitten. I want to see your need. You pleasure belongs to us—don’t
deny us the chance to see it…to hear it.” She was certain it would
be much easier to fight back the pleasure and open her eyes if he
would stop using the tip of his tongue to draw circles around her
clit. Goddess, the man was absolutely ruthless at times.

“If you’d just fuck me already, I’d be more
inclined to behave.” She was drowning in the endorphins flooding
her system so she didn’t care how pathetically needy she’d sounded.
All those feel good chemicals racing through her system were just a
preview of coming attractions and she was more than a little
anxious to get to the main event. Her body was gearing up for her
coming heat—she could feel it, and the primal need to mate was
tightening its hold on her with each passing minute. Perhaps she
was using it as an excuse for her behavior, but she didn’t care—she
was horny and fully intended to be sated…and sooner rather than
later. Was it horrible that she was so unrepentant? Hell, she
didn’t even care about that.

“You are awfully demanding for a sub, baby.
What makes you think we’ll just give in to you?” Trev’s voice was
soft and entreating despite the words he’d spoken. He didn’t fool
her for a minute. He was going to give her everything she was
demanding and more. He’d never been the demanding Master that
Jameson was, though the two of them did a bang up job of playing
good cop bad cop if you asked her.

Just as she opened her mouth to speak
Jameson’s palm landed a stinging swat to her ass. “I think you’ve
made enough demands, sweet sub. Let’s see if you can manage to earn
some of the satisfaction you seem to think you deserve.” Jameson’s
words were more direct and she knew he thought he was intimidating,
but his eyes were gleaming with lust and Kit fully intended to play
that for all it was worth.

“What do you want me to do, Sir? You know
there is nothing I won’t do for you—both of you, don’t you?” She’d
tried for sweet, but the grins on their faces told her neither of
them were buying it. “What?”

“Baby, you are just about the worst liar who
ever walked the face of the earth. And just in case you think
that’s an insult—think again, because it’s actually one of the many
things we love about you. Well, that and your brilliant mind and
your lovely ass.” Trev’s smile was pure devilment and she had to
fight the urge to roll her eyes at him. “Oh, baby, rolling your
eyes would indeed be a very bad idea.”
Damn I really hate it
when they do that.

“I don’t know what you mean. I didn’t roll my
eyes at you, Sir. I’d never do anything that disrespectful.” Kit
even batted her eyes to add to the effect that she was really
trying to behave—but both of her mates burst out laughing. Maybe it
was the hormones building up as her body readied itself for mating,
but she felt tears fill her eyes. It didn’t make any sense that her
feelings were hurt, hell—she knew they were just teasing her, but
still.

“Oh, kitten, we fully intend to take care of
you. We weren’t trying to upset you and we should have known
better—you’re far too close to your heat to tolerate our teasing.”
Jameson’s words soothed her, but it was the feel of his calloused
fingers trailing a line of fire up her arm that flipped the moment
back to sensual. Goddess above the two of them could set her entire
soul on fire so easily it was almost embarrassing—
almost.
“You are our mate, kitten. The other half of our souls. There isn’t
anything we wouldn’t do for you—well, except let you go. We’ll
never let you go. You own us—you know that, right? We belong to you
just as you belong to us.”

It was true. Kit knew it to the depths of her
soul. They belonged to her heart and soul—now she just wanted them
to get their cocks inside her and prove it. Oh yeah, her heat was
no longer creeping up on her, it was now in a full frontal charge.
In the back of her mind, Kit hoped the problem with Damian could be
resolved quickly because she knew all too well how consuming the
need to fuck was once she was fully in season. Most wolf shifters
rarely left their beds during that time. Hell, they didn’t care
about much except the mindless pursuit of their next orgasm. Sex
with Jameson and Trev was always mind-blowing, but there was always
a sense of urgency during her heat that ramped everything up to the
point it was an all-consuming obsession. A mindless need that only
her mates could satisfy.

The more aroused she became, the more it
spurred her mates’ desire and at the present rate, Kit figured they
were all three going to erupt into a ball of scorching flames
within minutes. “Perhaps you should give our sweet sub something
else to think about besides her need to come, brother. Her greedy
little body seems very focused on one particular goal, and I for
one am not ready for this to end just yet.” Jameson’s growled words
vibrated over her bare sex sending another wave of her cream
rushing down the channel to slide over the bare, swollen lips of
her sex. “Oh, sweetheart, that rush of your sweet syrup is exactly
what I’ve been waiting for. You taste like a summer night in the
meadow during a spring rain—and it’s the most addictive drug in the
world. But nothing changes the fact that no matter how intense the
need building in my groin is—it will always be surpassed by the
love in my heart.”

Kit was listening—mostly. But the feel of the
engorged head of Trev’s cock pressing between her lips to slide
over her tongue was quickly stealing her concentration. She could
still feel Jameson’s tongue lapping through the folds of her sex,
the closer their wolves pressed to the surface the rougher their
tongues became until just the smallest contact would be enough to
push her over the top. But he was right, she didn’t want this to
end just yet either. When the engorged head of Trev’s cock pressed
against her lips, Kit felt the liquid silk of his pre-cum. His
harsh growl of satisfaction as he painted her lips with the pearly
drops drove her own desperation even higher. She parted her lips
just enough for him to push his way in because she knew both of her
mates loved the feeling of power they got from shoving their way in
on the first pass.

“Fuck! That is amazing, baby. Your mouth
feels like a plunge into hot, wet silk. Holy Goddess save me from
the rapture of your tongue. You are going to steal my control far
too quickly if you keep that up.” Kit was wrapping her tongue
around his cock as he slid in and out in ever deepening thrusts.
She paid particular attention to the sensitive spot just under the
rim of his bulbous head and wanted to smile at the animalistic
growls coming from deep in his throat. “Brother, you need to step
it up or she’s going to suck the cum right out of my balls and I’m
not going to be able to hold anything back from her. Our woman’s
mouth is fucking lethal.”