Tempted by Darkness (22 page)

Jameson couldn’t take his eyes off the scene
playing out in front of him. Kit was spiraling out of control
faster than any other time since her last cycle and it was the
hottest thing he’d ever seen. The longer they were mated they more
sexually attracted he was to the sweet witch whose bare sex he was
tongue fucking. And if you had asked him the first night he’d met
her, Jameson would have sworn things couldn’t get any hotter. For
years Jameson had heard Doms at the clubs they’d frequented
complain endlessly about their subs “losing their sexual appeal”.
Since shifters mate for life, it had been a niggling concern in the
back of his mind for years. Just thinking about spending the rest
of his life with someone he didn’t find sexually attractive,
someone whose sole appeal was the fact she belonged to him hadn’t
set well at all.

Jameson had always hoped the mate who had
eluded them so long would appeal to both he and his brother, but
even in his wildest dreams he hadn’t envisioned the sexual
attraction they both felt with Kit. Every time they fucked her it
was better than the time before, and knowing she was coming into
season just meant things would be escalating in a big way and soon.
In the back of his mind, Jameson considered how dangerous it would
be for them to be too distracted by the problems with Damian—if
things weren’t resolved soon they’d need to turn things over to
their Betas. And even though he knew Tristan and Nick were more
than capable of tackling the problem, Jameson knew they were still
monitoring Angie closely after her kidnapping. For now, he pushed
the concerns to the back of his mind. Worry didn’t have any place
in their bedroom—not when his wolf was pressing at him and he could
feel his tongue elongating and roughing as he lapped at Kit’s
labia.

The scent of his mate drove him to
distraction—plain and simple. The difference in her fragrance as
her body readied itself for the intensity of their sexual exploits
while she was in heat fascinated him. Her cream took on a much
earthier scent and thickened to protect her delicate tissues from
the rigors of their insatiable hunger. The liquid silk sliding over
his tongue in sweet rivulets would become as thick as maple syrup
in the winter during the next few days and he nor Trev would be
able to get enough of it.

“Kitten, your pussy is as sweet and juicy as
a ripe peach. And feeling the walls of your channel quiver as those
greedy muscles try to pull my tongue deeper is making me insane
with the need to fuck you.” He let the words settle for a few
seconds before he continued, “But you know the rules, my love—you
have to come before we’ll give you what we all want.” He and Trev
wouldn’t take her together until she’d already had at least one
release. They never wanted to push her to physically accept them
before she was ready, and their sexy little mate tended to think
she was ready long before they did. Jameson had heard horror
stories from other shifters about torn tissues and ruptures, hell,
he had nightmares about hurting Kit.

“Please, oh please. I’m going to die if I
don’t have you.” Her voice was thin and raspy with need.
‘
Perfect. Just the way we want her. Let’s do this,
brother—before I explode.’

Jameson met Trev’s eyes and gave him an
almost imperceptible nod, then watched as his brother cupped her
cheek and began thrusting quicker and deeper each time he slid past
her swollen lips. Goddess above the woman was beyond
beautiful—inside and out—and he couldn’t fucking wait to be inside
her. Watching his brother strain to hold back his release, Jameson
knew they needed to send her over the edge into bliss and then
treat themselves to the pleasures only Kit could give them.

‘
Give her the command, man. I can see how
close you are and you don’t want to fuck up and miss the main
event.’
Trev barely let him finish the thought before he pulled
back and growled, “Come for us, mate. Now.” Jameson felt her entire
body stiffen as if every muscles had locked down at precisely the
same moment. Even though Trev had sealed his lips over hers, the
muffled sound of her scream went straight to Jameson’s cock and he
nearly came against their smooth cotton sheets. Hell, he hadn’t
lost control of a release before he’d been inside a woman since he
was a damned teenager. Cursing his body’s lack of control, he
shifted uncomfortably without ever slowing the pace of his tongue’s
thrusts.

Linking to Kit’s mind was probably a mistake,
but he couldn’t help himself. Feeling her orgasm was almost as good
as having one himself. The depth of her ecstasy was always
humbling, but he wondered how much more intense it would be as she
neared her cycle. Jameson felt the jolt as if he’d been hit with a
high voltage line—hell, lightening probably wouldn’t have packed a
punch more powerful. He couldn’t actually see what she was seeing,
but he felt as he’d been run over by a bus when her emotions rolled
over him. The pure ecstasy that she was feeling pounded into
Jameson with so much force he felt his canines lengthen as his wolf
pushed ever closer to the surface.

Jameson moved quickly into position as Trev
lay back on the bed and pulled their still trembling mate on to his
heaving chest. “Baby, you nearly gave me a heart attack. God, I
need inside you. Now. Right fucking now.” Jameson watched as Kit
trembled and attempted to position herself over Trev, but she was
obviously struggling to make her arms and legs cooperate. Hell,
after what he’d felt from her, Jameson was impressed she was still
conscious.

“Here, kitten, let me help you.” When she was
filled with his brother, Jameson watched Trev pull her down to his
chest. “Let Trev love you, kitten. I’m going to make sure you are
ready for me so we all enjoy this as much as possible. And baby, if
we can make this even half as good as the orgasm you just shared
with me—hell, I’ll die a happy man.”

Jameson used the time he spent massaging lube
into the tight ring of muscles around Kit’s rear entrance to rein
in his raging drive to sink into her heat with pounding strokes
that would rocket them both into orbit. But listening to Trev’s
sweet words of encouragement and feeling her relax into his touch
gave him enough time to reflect on how truly blessed they were to
have found such a perfect mate. Leaning forward, he nipped at each
of the rounded globes of her ass before pulling them apart and
positioning himself to slide into heaven.

“Are you ready for me, kitten?” Jameson could
hear the roughened tone of his voice. Watching as her pupils
dilated in response to his blatant question, he didn’t wait for her
response. “Fuck, you are already burning me alive and I’ve only
pressed the tip of my very greedy cock against your heat.” Taking a
steadying breath, Jameson refocused his attention on controlling
his desire to just power into her and letting his cock find its
satisfaction without regard to Kit’s pleasure.

Skimming his hands up the expanse of her
back, Jameson marveled at the creamy skin that felt like warm satin
beneath his hands. He and Trev hadn’t been monks during the years
they’d waited for Kit to find her way to them, but Jameson knew to
the bottom of his soul that no woman had ever felt this perfect.
Her skin was practically molten beneath his fingertips, hell, it
was a wonder she didn’t erupt into flames herself rather than
setting the candles surrounding them ablaze. Skimming his palms
over the rounded curves of her ass, Jameson continued preparing her
with a special lube that would not only warm those sensitive
tissues coaxing them to relax, but it would also provide her with
the added sensation of a slow escalation of tingling. By the time
he was stroking in and out of her tight little ass, Kit would feel
like her entire sex was being caressed by a thousand tiny fingers
all intent on maximizing her pleasure.

One of the things Kit had taught him was that
he didn’t need to control her sexually to be her Dom—he simply had
to harness and direct the power that was already there. Providing
her with opportunities to tune in to her innate sensuality was all
that was required—once he or Trev accomplished that, they only
needed to sit back and watch in wonder as she flowered into her
sexuality right in front of their eyes.

Sinking deep into Kit’s ass was one of the
most erotic things Jameson had ever experienced. Hearing her
panting beneath him, watching as a fine sheet of sweat broke out
over her back, listening to each soft moan as she submitted herself
completely to him—it was a symphony of pure erotic pleasure.
‘
Stop waxing fucking poetic and move. She is already quaking
around my cock and I’m going to come before she gets hers if you
don’t get this show on the road.’
Trev’s desperate plea wasn’t
a complete surprise. Hell, Jameson should have expected it because
his brother had been inside their mate for several minutes and that
alone was enough to send a sane man to the edge of reality.

Without any preamble Jameson gripped her hips
as he leaned forward to whisper, “Hang on, kitten, this is going to
be a fast roller coaster ride to heaven.” He began pulling back and
felt Trev’s cock shifting on the other side of the thin membrane
separating them. His brother was more than ready and they
alternated their strokes to make sure Kit knew one of them was
always possessing her—filling her. The lesson was as much emotional
as physical—one of them would always be by her side. When her
entire body started to shake, Jameson leaned down letting his wolf
push to the surface just enough for his canines to elongate. He
opened his mouth over the sensitive spot at the top of her shoulder
where he had originally bitten her during their mating and let
himself sink into her skin once again.

Kit’s mind floated back to an old western
she’d watched late one night and remembered hearing the expression
‘ridden hard and put up wet’. At the time she had wondered what on
earth the cowboy had meant, but as she tried to drag herself out
from beneath Trev’s heavy arm and scoot from the bed, she suddenly
understood the expression all too clearly. She barely managed to
hold back her moan as her muscles protested her bladder’s demand
for her to move. By the time she’d taken care of business and
stepped into the steaming shower, she felt Trev’s very naked and
extremely aroused body press against her back, his arm snaking
around her in a tight band just under her breasts. His warm breath
moved over her neck and the minty smell let her know he’d probably
gotten up as soon as she’d left the bed. Her men always knew the
moment she wasn’t within reach, it was one of the things she loved
about them.

“Why are you out of bed, baby? I wanted to
massage all your aches and pains away before you had to face the
day.”

“I need to work with Braden and Granny Good
Witch today—see if I can’t perfect that hologram technique.” There
was also something else she wanted to test, but she wasn’t going to
mention that part just yet. Sometime during the night, the small
voice that had been trying to speak to her subconscious the past
few days had finally managed to break through her dreams and she’d
figured out exactly how to seal Damian behind the seal forever. She
knew
how
, now all she had to do was find out if she could
pull it off.

“I can practically feel your mind spinning,
Kit. But first things first…” Trev moved her further into the
steaming shower and positioned her under the large rainfall
showerhead in the center of the large enclosure. Kit closed her
eyes letting the warmth of the water seep into her tight muscles.
The bites her mates had given her last night were healed but still
tender, and Kit smiled when Trev’s soaped hands skimmed lovingly
over those spots. “I know they are still sensitive, baby, but damn
we love reminding you that you belong to us.” He washed her with a
keen perception of all the places needing loving attention, and Kit
felt herself sinking into a blissful state of relaxation that
threatened to melt her into a puddle beneath his feet.

The scent of citrus and sage drifted around
her as he washed her hair massaging her scalp until she actually
swayed against him. “Hang on, baby, I’ll take care of you.” His
soft promise was followed by him moving her to the large stone
bench and rinsing the fragrant conditioner from her hair with one
of the hand-held nozzles they’d installed when they’d remodeled the
shower. Kit loved the one-way glass wall that let her look out over
the expansive backyard of the estate, it gave her the feeling of
showering in nature even when the winter weather made her want to
snuggle in front of a warm fire.

Watching as Trev quickly cleaned himself, Kit
couldn’t help but admire him. He and Jameson held her heart, they
gave all of themselves to her, but they rarely gave her the
opportunity to simply look at them. She knew they were mirror image
twins, but they had never looked
alike
to her, but perhaps
it was just because she considered their energy signatures to be so
very different. Watching Trev’s tight abdominal muscles flex
beneath his tanned skin as he washed his dark hair was making her
mouth water with the need to outline each peak and valley with her
tongue. The taste of their skin was different and Kit loved the
fact she could tell them apart in the dark by just scenting or
tasting them.

Kit felt her sex flooding as it prepared
itself for her mate’s possession, just watching the way he moved,
the innate grace of a predator made her blood heat and was quickly
setting her body on fire. When he stopped moving, Kit let her eyes
travel slowly up until they met his. “Baby, you need to stop
looking at me like that or we’re not going to get out of the suite
for hours—fuck, you’ll be lucky to get out of the shower before
noon.” Before he’d even finished speaking she’d lowered herself to
her hands and knees before slowly closing the distance between
them. When she cupped his balls rolling them in her palm while her
other hand stroked the heavily veined length of his cock she heard
him groan, “Fuck me, baby. You’re going to kill me.” He felt like
velvet covered steel and he was all hers. The power of that thought
staggered her.