Tempted by Darkness (8 page)

Jameson waited for a few seconds letting
Kit’s mind process his words before continuing. He could feel her
struggle to stay focused on what he was saying when they were
bombarding her senses. They’d learned that first night Kit’s
ability to multitask was amazing and that pushing her past that
point wasn’t easy. He wanted her to stop thinking and simply feel
the power of their love for her. The connection between them was
strong, but Jameson knew it would fade over time unless he and Trev
continually reminded her how deeply their souls were linked.

“Your safety and happiness, and that of Ryan
and Adana, are what we are here for—everything we do, we do for our
family.” Truer words had never left Jameson’s lips. Using one hand
to turn her mouth so he could rub the tip of his cock over her lips
glazing them with the pearly pre-cum that had beaded at the end in
anticipation, he hissed when she used her tongue to delve into the
sensitive slit.

They had placed more than a hundred unlit
candles around the room while preparing for their scene. Their
mate’s magic was a powerful force and was fed by emotion, the more
aroused Kit became—the more she “let go”, the more erratic her
magic became. They’d discovered early on that giving Kit’s magic a
safe outlet—such as setting candlewicks aflame, was far safer than
letting it find its own outlet. They had burned several sets of
draperies and too many clothing items to count before making sure
they always had plenty of candles on hand. As she sucked him
deeper, Jameson’s eyes closed and his head fell back, he groaned,
“Fuck that feels so good. Knowing you are tasting me, that I’m
surrounded by your sweet lips—hell, the heat of your mouth is
almost too much.” If he didn’t watch out, she was going to steal
his control and that wasn’t what tonight was about.

The thought had no sooner moved through his
mind than he heard Trev’s soft laughter. ‘
Yeah, you had better
be careful or she’s going to own this scene and the two of us are
going to end up looking like her subs instead of the other way
around. I swear the woman’s strongest magic is the way she draws us
in.’

‘
True, but holy fucking hell, her
devil-blessed mouth is pure heaven. I just want to sink deep and
shoot down her throat as you do the same with her pussy. If we fill
her from both ends, perhaps she’ll remember who this lovely body
belongs to.’
Jameson had barely opened his eyes when the little
minx redoubled her efforts and he felt fire begin to boil in his
balls, threatening to burn a hole through his restraint and erupt
any second.

“Oh no, kitten, you are not in control here.
You are not going to tempt me over the edge, my control is stronger
than that.” Jameson spoke the words despite the fact he wasn’t
entirely convinced they were true. ‘
Fuck me, the minx can
unravel me faster than I can fight it off. You had better step up
your game, brother, or this is going to end far too soon.’

Jameson and Trevlon Wolf had shared women for
years. Their reputations as always being solidly in control of
their orgasms were stellar. Hell, they’d been highly sought after
Doms because they never came before the sub they were topping had
come at least twice. They had been sexually active since high
school—much to their parents’ displeasure, and he’d never fought so
hard to control himself. His connection to Kit was so strong he
felt not only his and Trev’s pleasure, but hers as well, and it
pushed him further than he ever thought possible. Even Trev
slapping his palm against her sex hadn’t broken her resolve—Kit was
determined and his body was happy to let her give him pleasure.

Looking down and watching his cock sliding in
and out of Kit’s mouth, knowing he was going to shoot his seed down
her throat, marking her from the inside out, sent a flash of fire
up his spine to set off fireworks in his brain and then shoot back
down and out the end of his cock in flaming pulses he couldn’t have
held back if his life had depended upon it. Kit swallowed every
drop he’d given her and for several seconds Jameson wasn’t sure he
was capable of forming a coherent word, let alone tell her how
incredible she’d been.

Kit’s entire body felt like it was aflame.
The blindfold might be blocking her vision, but the loss of that
sense only served to enhance the others, and she could already
smell the sage and citrus scent of the candles her magic was
lighting. Her mind might battle her mates’ dominance, but her body
was completely enslaved to the two of them. She’d tried to run that
night at the club, but Jameson Wolf had been ahead of her at every
turn. By the time Jameson had gotten her upstairs into their
office, she’d known it had already been too late to escape her
fate.

Jameson’s voice and his confidence had
wreaked havoc with her resistance, but his scent was what had
undone her. The minute she’d been close enough to get the full
effect of his woodsy scent it had wrapped itself around her tying
them together as securely as if he’d been using rope. By the time
Trev made his way to their office Kit had already been drowning in
desire despite what she had tried to tell them. From their first
touch, both of her mates had been able to play her body like a
finely tuned instrument.

Tasting the first drops of Jameson’s pre-cum
coating the tip of her tongue was ratcheting up her arousal
exponentially. Kit was tired of waiting for him to push in further,
but when she tried to suck him in deeper he’d initially pulled back
trying to regain control. She’d known he was holding on by a thread
and she felt her brain fog as she focused in on his pleasure. After
he’d come, his release shooting against the back of her throat, Kit
felt his emotions wash over her like a tidal wave of pure
pleasure.

Within seconds he’d recovered and she was
astonished when she realized his cock was still rigid against her
tongue. She knew they both thought she had been trying to steal the
reigns, but she really only wanted to feel the power that filled
her when she brought them pleasure. ‘
And that isn’t trying to
take control, kitten?’
Damn and double damn it all to
Dalmatians. When would she ever learn to monitor or shield her
thoughts? And as much as she hated to admit it, he had a point—and
didn’t that just suck. Good Goddess it was annoying that they were
almost always right. Sure, they had years of experience as sexual
Dominants and Alphas, but it still frustrated her that she always
seemed to be playing catch-up. Hell, there were days when she
missed how simple her life had been before she’d found her
mates.

“See? There she goes again. Her mind is a
million miles away. We really need to work on keeping her
in the
moment.
Let’s see if this helps pull her back.” Trev had barely
gotten the words out when the palm of his handed slapped firmly
against her sex. It wasn’t a harsh blow, but it hadn’t been
expected either and Kit felt her entire body strain against the
restraints as it tried to arch seeking more of the pleasure. “See
how quickly it brings your body and mind back together, baby? It’s
remarkable how your body reacts, isn’t it? Even when your mind
tries to control things, it struggles to separate the pleasure from
the pain when you are so aroused. I know you don’t particularly
want
to see yourself as submissive but, baby, your body
doesn’t understand semantics, it understands what it craves.”

Damn it all to the seventh level hell,
stop psychoanalyzing everything and just get the fuck on with it
already.
The next slap to her sex was harsher but not as
unexpected and pushed her perilously close to release. Kit’s mind
was already starting to fragment from the sensations bombarding her
and holding back her orgasm was getting harder and harder with each
breath she took. Tasting Jameson and marveling at how quickly he’d
fully recovered, she wanted simply to lose herself as he slid over
her tongue. The tangy, outdoorsy scent that was unique to him sent
a fresh rush of moisture to her pussy. “Oh, baby, that is so hot.
Watching your pussy cream for us is a turn on of the first order.
Fuck me, I could watch the lips of your rose-colored sex flower
open forever, but right now I want to sink balls deep and lose my
mind in pleasure of your body.” One quick thrust and he was fully
seated inside her and Kit gasped at the sudden intrusion. The
delicious stretch of her sensitive tissues set her entire body on
fire.

“Suck me deep, kitten. I want to pull back
from your mouth and see my cock slick with your sweet saliva and my
come. I want to feel you sucking hard as if you are trying to suck
another load of cum straight from my root. Feeling the tip bump
against the back of your throat is the second best feeling in the
world.”
Second best? Excuse me, what the hell does that
mean?
Jameson’s soft groan of pleasure was followed by a
chuckle, “It means the best feeling in the world is when your sweet
pussy clamps down around my cock in a pulsing grip that milks the
last drops from my body and splashes them against your womb.
Knowing I’m shooting my seed deep inside my mate fulfills a part of
me that reflects centuries of mating rituals enjoyed by my
ancestors and are now imprinted on my soul.”

Kit heard the words, and even in her
lust-fogged state she understood the depths of emotion that had
accompanied them. One of the things she loved the most about her
mates was their willingness to be emotionally open with her. They’d
never attempted to hold back their feelings, and it had taken her a
while to understand how valuable that gift truly was. They
understood the emotional vulnerability of submission and their
respect for that gift was returned tenfold in their own willingness
to share exactly how they felt.

During a margarita fueled girls’ night not
long after she’d mated, her friend, Libby, had scolded her for not
appreciating how lucky she was, and her mouthy friend’s words had
stung, but they’d been too true at the time. As Libby had so
bluntly pointed out, one of the most remarkable things about
shifters is their honesty. Just like the animals that make up a
large part of their personalities, they are usually able to state
their feelings without much consideration for modesty or fear of
rejection. If you don’t like what they have to say, you are welcome
to move along—a trait free-speaking spirits like Libby appreciated
to their very souls.

“Kitten, we know your heart was in the right
place when you made the promise. Getting Angie home safely without
a battle was perfect. But your insistence on following through is
what we find problematic. You don’t have to keep your word when
dealing with those working with the dark side.” Kit groaned at the
loss because Jameson had pulled back from her to speak the words.
In her heart she knew he was right, but there was something
speaking to her that said he had important information and that he
was truly tired of dealing with his brother. And if she was right,
the entire magical community stood to gain tremendously from
anything she might learn.

“But right now all I want to think about is
how amazing your mouth feels as I slide my cock in and out of its
warmth. I’m going to lose my mind again because your tongue will
wrap itself around me, hugging my dick and pressing my length
tightly against the ridges lining the roof of your mouth. And I
want to watch your body accept the most intimate gift a man can
give his mate as my brother shoots his seed deep into your womb.”
Kit groaned as both men set a thundering pace that sent her body
into a freefall over the edge of mindless pleasure. The lightning
strike of bliss scorched her very soul and Kit couldn’t have held
back her mind-bending need release even if her life had depended on
it. She felt the blindfold being pulled away and then her mind
barely registered Jameson’s command to let go before her entire
body shuddered as everything around her exploded in a wash of
brilliant white light. So bright she saw it through her closed eyes
and the entire room was still shimmering when she finally managed
to open her eyes long seconds later.

When had they moved her to the bed? Moving
her arm slowly between the soft sheets, Kit enjoyed the feel of the
cool fabric as it slid unimpeded over her bare skin. She’d never
experienced a release as soul shattering as the one Jameson and
Trev had just given her, and Kit felt an unfamiliar unease move
through her. Being a submissive and magical had often caused her to
feel pulled in two directions. But this time the entire experience
had been much more intense because of the power issues involved and
her internal conflict was exponentially worse as a result.

Kit wasn’t fooled, she knew her mates had
been re-staking their claim during the scene—she also understood
that it had been more about reassuring themselves than reminding
her. Her unease stemmed from the fact she’d been so lost in the
moment she had so completely surrendered to them that she’d
actually blanked out the last few minutes. As a magical, she had an
inherent responsibility to maintain control of her emotions and
reactions at all times. Losing control was dangerous for anyone
with magical abilities, but it was particularly dangerous for
someone with the level of natural ability Kit had shown herself to
possess.

Granny Good Witch had been lecturing her for
months about how critical it was to consistently maintain her
self-control. Juggling these two very different aspects of her life
was taking a toll on her—she just didn’t know what to do about it.
Clearly she hadn’t done a very good job this evening because they’d
released her from her restraints and moved her to the bed without
her being aware of it, and that wasn’t even mentioning all the
candles she could see flickering all around the room. How was she
ever going to make this work? How was she every going to juggle two
such divergent aspects of her life forever? The struggle would just
get harder as her skills increased. At times like this she really
missed her old life—it had been so much less complicated. Her only
real goal had been avoiding mating. She’d gone to great lengths to
steer clear of any place she thought there was even a remote chance
she’d encounter her future mate.
Damn Libby and her sweet little
elfin face and persuasive nature. If I hadn’t gone with her dancing
that night…