The Last Werewolf (The Weres of Europe) (21 page)

Now it was Summer’s turn to blush and look coy. “Well, boys, I’m glad you like my, um, scent and all, but that’s not the only reason you two have for being with me, is it?” Both Rik and Leevi sputtered, and in unison they began to stammer out objections to her assumption, getting louder and less understandable with every word. Summer had to silence the both of them with equally vociferous shushing. “Okay, okay, you two. Jeez.” When both men quieted down, she let out a breath. “I just mean that you two have known each other for years, and you have barely spent any time with me.”

“That’s not exactly true,” Rik countered, glancing at Leevi from under his brow. “What Leevi and I had before, that was four years ago, but back then we only lived together for four months. Then I packed up and left. So, even though we stayed in contact, intermittent and sporadic as it was, Leevi and I have as much to learn about each other as we have about you.”

Leevi nodded silently, hope shining in his eyes. “That’s true. For what’s it worth, Rik, I’m glad you’re willing to give me a second chance—”

“You’re more than worth it,” Rik interjected softly, smiling reassuringly, and turning to face Summer. “And so are you. I thought you should know that I told Leevi only general stuff about you when we came looking for you—”

“Thanks for the rescue, by the way,” she cut in once more, with a bashful grin.

“—So there’s probably a lot of questions the two of you must have about each other,” Rik continued as though there had been no interruptions. “However,” Rik’s chest lifted in a deep sigh, and he decided it was time to put things back on the right track, “we’ve established that we’re all good, and we can talk about serious stuff later, yeah? We may have to vacate these premises pretty soon, but tonight this place is still ours. So why don’t we make good use of it?” With a less than subtle chin-lift toward the bed, he made his meaning crystal clear, resisting the urge to grin and not quite making it.

Summer suddenly laughed, looking at Leevi. “He’s such a pushy boy. Is he always so tactful?”

Leevi chuckled in response. “Yeah. He’s a pushy bottom too.”

“Am not,” Rik sputtered, but there was no vehemence in his tone, as he relished the sight of his loves getting along so well. Then he joined in their good humor.

Suddenly the air was thick with all the things yet left unsaid and things left unfinished. Rik’s brown eyes widened when he saw Leevi’s hackles thicken and rise and his canines drop. Soon his eyes changed to almond-shaped wolf eyes, clear blue all over, startling and haunting. Rik felt his own nape hairs stand up, and he was starting to crouch, ready to pounce on the man.

Just as quickly both men stilled. Rik was left wondering, “What the fuck?” The instinctive shift had happened so abruptly it had startled both of them.

Then Leevi smiled at him. He apparently knew exactly what caused the change, and suddenly so did Rik. In a flash they both turned to face Summer who had taken a step back, her beautiful blonde wolf features emerging, her tail wagging and lifting periodically to reveal her bare rump—for she had undressed in the instant while they had been focused on each other. The scent of a woman aroused and a female wolf in heat mixed in a delicious aroma wafting their way, and Rik crouched down further, shucking off the shirt he had borrowed from the clan after his own got torn in the fight and unbuttoning his jeans at the same time.

Next to him, Leevi was hunkering down too, leaning forward against the floor on braced arms, and he was growling at Summer. Concerned how she would take this, Rik was relieved to see her, like a mischievous imp of a fairy, laughing and taunting both men at once, sidestepping to shut the bedroom door. She remained out of reach of both men, but this was the mating dance of a seductress who wanted to be caught.

Rik grinned in anticipation. His body tingled with the sparks of the strengthening mating bond between them, as the fires of passion began to roar within him. He needed his mates more than air itself.

Then Leevi confirmed that it was a game. “Rik, circle around to the right and get behind her. I’ll cover the front.” Rik chuckled because Leevi had spoken in Finnish, and their unfolding plan would remain hidden from Summer for the time being, until they wanted her to be the wiser, that is.

Summer’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, and she huffed indignantly. “No fair. You guys suck.”

Leevi laughed. That was a sound Rik had missed all these years. “That won’t be all we’re going to do to you, beautiful,” Leevi taunted with a low, dangerous tone.

Her eyes widened when she saw the two men drift apart and begin to surround her. Her breath quickened, and she stepped back a pace. Tiny fangs sprouted through her gums, and little claws sprang up from her fingers as her wolf emerged warily. She hadn’t fully transformed, but she did have the loveliest tail Rik had ever seen. It was then that he realized with a pang just how much they had all restrained themselves with lovers who weren’t their kind. Rik was determined never to let that happen again. All three of them were in this for the long haul. It was a moment of profound clarity.

But he didn’t have time to consider it further when all of a sudden Summer jumped, trying to dash across the open space between the two men.

With a low chuckle mixed with a growl, Leevi leaped, caught her midair, and casually tossed her on the bed, all in a single move with no deference to his previous wounds.

Rik barely had the chance to tug the open suitcase from the bedspread onto the floor, where it landed with a thud, before Summer bounced on the bed, partly screaming in frustration and partly giggling at Leevi’s show of superior force, all of her wolf features having vanished once more in response to the sudden action taken by the men.

“Bully,” she threw at him, followed closely by a pillow.

“Bitch,” Leevi retorted with a grin, catching the pillow with ease and tossing it right back at her.

Summer laughed again, her sweet voice cascading over Rik like cool fragrant waters. “Maybe, but I’m not your bitch yet, lover,” she needled again, slowly insinuating her naked body into the middle of the bed, tauntingly parting her legs to reveal her glistening pussy as she moved. She wasn’t trying to escape. In fact, she teasingly waited for the men to make their move.

Leevi gave Rik a look under his brow, and a conspiratorial wink, and took off his shirt, casting it aside, and popping open the top buttons on his jeans. The growing bulge of his crotch was like an aphrodisiac to Rik. “You will be.”

Without waiting for the banter to go on, Rik sprang into action, discarding his jeans and hopping onto the bed next to Summer in record time, grinning wolfishly, pleased that she lay back, almost submissively, her arms around her head pushing her firm breasts out to entice him. “Leevi’s right, you know, Summer. Once he makes up his mind about getting something, he pretty much gets it.”

The beautiful woman lying beside him pursed her lips. “Is that so?” Her eyes darted toward Leevi, who had taken off his clothes as well and was standing at the foot of the bed, bare and exposed, his lean, fit body covered in light fur. His wolf features had always seemed filled with mystique to Rik, and he stared at his lover in awe. The longing to be with him again took over his senses, and he scrambled to the foot of the bed, caught the man’s arm, and dragged him laughingly on the bed with him.

As they lay next to each other, with Summer in the middle, Rik felt a wave of deep contentment wash over him. He had found his mates, and they would be together. He was home.

“Summer,” Leevi addressed her, looming over them, leaning on his elbow as he lay on his side. “Did you like what we did back at the fort? The three of us?”

Licking her full lips sensuously, she nodded, with a salacious smile. “Yes. Before we were so rudely interrupted.” Rik watched, unable to tear his eyes away, as her left hand skimmed Leevi’s bare chest where the gashes had closed, but the red marks marred his fair skin, tangling with the coating of light fuzz. He wanted to entangle his fingers in hers, touching Leevi at the same time, but held back, letting her find her way first. “What did you have in mind?” Abruptly she covered her mouth in a demure fashion, giggling wickedly. “Or would you prefer me or Rik deciding on the proceedings for once? After all, we’re equals here, remember?”

Leevi’s left hand tickled her tight belly softly, his fingers traveling across her skin, and Rik found he didn’t feel an ounce of jealousy at the sight, only the rising excitement of his libido. When Leevi reached her round, perky breasts and pinched a pink nipple between his thumb and index finger, Summer moaned and squirmed, closing her eyes.

“Nah. I’ve got this.” Leevi’s tone was smug, arrogant, and utterly tantalizing. Rik felt butterflies in his stomach. He knew this tone, the familiar cadence of a powerful, self-confident man baiting a lover. They had played this game many times together, and hearing Leevi use the same method with a woman they were both coming to adore was tantamount to perfection in Rik’s book.

The three of them were becoming one, regardless of what still might happen on the morrow.

Rik’s pleasure spiked.

Chapter Twelve

Watching with fascination, Leevi continued to torment Summer’s rosy-hued, cute little nipple with his fingers, feeling it pebble to a hard, hot nub of flesh. Without waiting for any snarky comments from her, knowing full well from previous experience with her that she was a fountain of insolent retorts, Leevi bent down and took the pointed nipple in his mouth, licking around it, and at first sucking softly, then harder.

“Holy shit,” Summer said, whimpering, arching her back to blindly reach for the pleasure Leevi was doling out, her breast pressing tight against his face. Damn, that velvety softness of a woman’s skin was a sensation he had missed. Not that he had been with a wealth of women, but enough to know what to do—and to be aware that until right now he had never really enjoyed women, so he had accepted without a second thought that he was gay. Well, a bi who was more gay than straight. But now he knew it was Summer who he had been waiting for all along. He hadn’t disliked women. He had just been expecting someone like Summer, and they had all disappointed him. But Summer would not, for she was a female fit for a Prime.

Suddenly she jolted and cried out.

Leevi opened his eyes to find Rik following his lead and sucking on Summer’s other nipple, fondling her breast with his hand, hefting the weight in his palm. Rik’s eyes were open, and he cocked his head without letting her tender nub fall out of his mouth, as he locked gazes with Leevi and grinned around a mouthful of woman. Leevi chuckled, and continued to minister his own act of nipping and sucking on the hot piece of delicious flesh, grazing it with his teeth, latching on with fierce suction, and dragging it upward along with his lips, lapping the luscious mound with his tongue.

“Jesus, Leevi,” Summer murmured, her whole body quivering.

With a lascivious, wet pop, Leevi let the tortured nipple free from its prison, grinning. “You didn’t like it?”

Summer slapped Leevi’s arm. “You tosser.”
What the hell did that mean?
Leevi’s confusion must have showed distinctly since Summer began to laugh in earnest, which, in turn, made him growl in frustration. No self-respecting shifter woman would behave this immodestly with her Alpha. And though Leevi was no longer the Prime, he was still an Alpha, as that had less to do with acquired titles than with natural dominance.

“You hussy,” he countered, scowling.

About to speak, Summer hissed abruptly, biting her lower lip, as Rik sucked harder, not bothering to stifle the chuckle escaping from his lips. Well, well, Leevi thought. Now he knew exactly what to do to silence Summer’s impudence. Doubling his efforts, he swooped down once again and mirrored Rik’s intense actions, tonguing the plump teat and drawing the tip into a hard point.

“Don’t be fooled, Leevi,” Rik spoke from his side, hovering just above Summer’s boob and watching him. “She’s not gonna stay silent or still for very long.”

Summer sputtered, infuriated. “I can too.” When she saw both men grin, she clearly understood she was being toyed with, as she huffed and pushed their heads away, trying to get up. Leevi and Rik were having none of her shenanigans and hooked their legs over hers, covering both her flanks until she had no choice but to remain where she was. Glaring at both men, she said, “Oh, you’re both so going to pay for that.”

By then Leevi was rubbing his hard cock against her thigh, seeing out of the corner of his eye Rik doing the same, and she fell silent again, her legs opening more in response to this blatant male lustfulness. Snaking his right arm under Summer’s nape, Leevi tilted her head to face him, and he kissed her. The taste of a thoroughly aroused female ramped up his desire one hundred percent, and he thrust his tongue into her mouth hard, almost savagely, and definitely possessively. He had not gotten the chance to kiss her properly back at the hill fort, but now he delved into her delicious oral cavity as though she were the only taste left in the world.

And in a way she was. Summer was the only woman for Leevi now, like Rik was the only man. He had never dreamed he would mate at all, not happily anyway. Then Rik came along, and it had been a compulsion beyond anything Leevi had ever known to have, claim, and own him. And now Summer had just happened, like an inescapable natural force, and Leevi wanted her devotion too.