Their Unexpected Mate [Paranormal Protection Unit] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (23 page)

“Traditionally you would be naked except for a few flowers in your hair and a chain of them around your waist. You’d have every piece of hair removed below your chin ahead of time so that the oils would make you glisten,” Mac said, passing her her jeans. “I won’t tell you the rest since that seems to have agitated you too much. But you are queen, love. You can remake your people’s traditions however you see fit.”

“Darn tootin’ straight, I will be,” she said as she shoved first one leg and then the other into her jeans. “Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t mind doing that with you guys,” she admitted angrily as she drank in her bond-mate. “But not for anyone else. There are going to be some serious changes,” she said with a nod.

“As you wish, darling,” he told her solemnly and turned so she wouldn’t see his grin. “You may want to read up on your past traditions so you know which ones you’ll want to avoid. The accepting of the royal guard may need to be altered, too, since the queen usually fucked them all before choosing which she preferred around her.” Snorting at her gasp of outrage, he cleared his face and looked serious when he glanced back and nodded.

“Oh Jesus H. Christ.” She shook her head. “Yeah, I can see me getting my freak on with them and you boys seriously pulling a murder spree. And no cussing in my house.” She growled and smacked his arm. “I mean it.” She grumbled and sighed, and then got serious. “I don’t know if I can do this,” she admitted. “I’m not queen material,” she whispered. “I can barely live my own life, but to lead a whole race?” She was experiencing some serious doubt.

“You’ll do fine, sweetness,” he assured her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “I’m sorry, but it was actually a descriptive use of the word to vocalize the act you’d be performing and not actually a curse,” he pointed out. “Don’t give me that look. I’m right and you know it but won’t admit it.” He grinned down at her. “Don’t you just hate it when the male is right?”

“Yes,” she muttered through tight lips and looked up at him, unable to stay angry long, and sighed. “God blessed it. I wanted to be upset with you but I can’t. Is that a part of the bond?” she demanded as they walked back toward the kitchen. “Or is that just a part of your charming personality here?”

“It’s all natural, darling,” Mac chuckled softly. “I’ll get you a copy of your charters and laws and whatnot so you can review what you’ll want changed. As queen, you can change anything you wish that affects you directly, but you have to pass through your council anything that affects your people as a whole. It has to be a vote with at least seventy-five percent approval for it to pass,” he added, letting her go in the kitchen.

“What’s this?” Trey asked curiously as he finished setting the table.

“I happened to mention the traditions of her people and she now is trying to figure out how to change them. Remind me to find her a copy of her people’s charters and laws tomorrow, will you,” Mac requested.

“Oh yeah,” Trey drawled out slowly and winced. “Damn, I forgot about that stuff. And with the Fae all about to arrive…shi…ps passing in the blackest night,” he muttered, patting himself on the back for the save.

“I’m going to break you boys of your cussing one day,” she murmured, and kissed Trey’s cheek and then Mac’s. “This is good. I just need to pull the fish out. Will you grab the bowl of salad that’s in the fridge as well, honey?” she asked Mac as she passed him. “Then we can eat.” She paused and then asked, “Did you get Sullivan something to eat?” She couldn’t think about the what of it or she would gag.
Gross!

“He’s eaten and is sleeping now. He’ll heal much faster with food in his belly,” Mac told her, moving to collect the rabbit food from the fridge. Tipping the bowl toward Trey, he made a face she hopefully didn’t see and took it to the table.

Collecting the potatoes from the microwave, Trey dumped them into a dish. “He’ll be able to move better tomorrow and, a couple more days of laziness for him, he’ll be back to his normal self. Though we should warn you, he’ll be extremely horny when he returns to his human shape.”

That had her blushing and she licked her lips. “Then I guess that you boys should enjoy your time with me while you can because I plan on being just as horny for him when he’s back to his human self as well,” she stated bluntly. “I love you boys, but I love him, too, and while I’m going to seriously enjoy our time together, I’m going to miss him, too.” Just no sex in front of the bear. That might be pushing it too far. “So yeah, I think that I will survive,” she teased as they all settled down for their meal.

“You’ll survive,” Mac agreed. “You’ll be walking funny and likely a little crooked but you’ll survive. You may not sit for a week after he’s done but you’ll live,” he teased her, passing her the greenery.

“She likely won’t want to wear pants for a while after, either,” Trey put out with a snicker. “God knows that seam can be aggravating at the most inconvenient of times. You own a skirt or three, right, darling?” he asked her with a grin that matched Mac’s.

She laughed and nodded. “You bet I do,” she shot back at them. “But are you sure that you just don’t want me to start to wear them so that you boys can easily come and have a quickie without getting rid of clothes?” she teased. “Because I’m totally down for that if that’s the case.” This was nice, teasing and loving with her men, if only Sully were all right.

“Hey,” Trey said in mock surprise. “Why didn’t we think of that?” he asked Mac with a teasing grin.

“We did think of that, thus the suggestion,” Mac replied, wiggling his eyebrows at her slightly. “But that’s all right. We’re not exactly subtle, we know, but why be subtle when we know what we want?”

“Right, subtle,” she teased as they all passed the food around to each other. “I will keep that in mind.” Life was good. It was very good.

One Week Later

“Hey you,” Katherine whispered softly when she felt the body of Sullivan moving up and into her bed. “When did you shift back?” she asked and moved so that she could touch him, skin to skin, woman to man. “God, I’ve missed you.” She had wondered why she had been sent to bed alone. Now she knew. Mac and Trey must have known that Sullivan was healed enough to shift back.

Slipping his arms around her, Sullivan shuddered. “I shifted about twenty minutes ago,” he murmured softly. Burying his face in her neck, he breathed her in, slowly rubbing his nose to her skin. “I’ve missed you so much,” he murmured to her gently, quietly as he slid his hands down to stroke her bottom lightly.

Katherine ran her hands down his chest and captured his erection in her hand. “So I can feel.” It was pitch black in her room, but it didn’t matter. He was there. He was healed. “How do you feel?” she asked as she stroked him. “Are you sure that you are completely and fully healed?” Because she wanted him, needed him. “Because I’ve missed you, too, Sully, so very much,” she added and squeezed the crown of his cock in her hand to tease him.

Rubbing his fingers between the curves of her bottom, he breathed her in. “I’m much better. A little stiff.” He grinned at the word. “But I think I’ll survive for six or seven hours of ravishing you. Then I might need a nap,” he murmured, spreading her legs with his thigh and pushing her up on the bed so he could run his fingers through her heat. “I need you so much, kitten. The last few days have nearly killed me for wanting you.”

“I’m glad that you need me because I need you, too,” she admitted. She hooked a leg around his thigh and pulled him closer. “No more talk. For now I just need you. I need action. Make love with me,” she demanded and pulled him down for a kiss of white-hot need.

Growling with pure sexual hunger, Sully rolled her under him and, without so much as a how-do-you-do, he entered her slick sheath. Kissing her with need and hunger, he began to fuck her. Rough, hard, brutal, it was a pure, all-out fucking, no other way to describe it. One hand on her hip to keep her pinned under him, he pounded into her over and over, trying desperately to slake the hot need he’d had burning in him since he’d come home that first night.

Katherine gave as good as she got. She bit his shoulder hard and knew she scratched his back up as she clawed to get closer to him. “Harder,” she growled before nibbling his earlobe. “Make me scream.” It was a demand, a need. “Come with me.” But she didn’t back down. She moved when he moved, her body mating with his in a dance that only the two of them heard the music to.

Snarling at her, he bit her neck and fucked her harder. Driving into her again and again, he slammed forward and came with a growl. Shuddering as his seed was torn from his body, he collapsed over her. Panting hard, he groaned softly as his erection didn’t soften even as his body pumped seed into hers nearly continuously.

Katherine was gasping for air, but God, it felt so good. Holding onto his sweat-slicked body, she pushed at him until he was on his back. “Since you are still good and hard.” She moved on him with a grin. “It’s my turn to take top,” she said as she tilted her hips, all but dancing on him while moving up and down on his hard cock.

“Oh gods yes,” he hissed out, reaching up to cup her breasts. Massaging them, he pinched and rolled her tight nipples. “That’s it, love,” he whispered to her as he watched her moving on him, pure poetry in motion.

Leaning back and bracing her hands on his thighs, she rocked on him and moved. “God, this feels so good.” So deep, so full. Spreading her thighs just a bit more she moved on him harder, faster, and shivered as his hands touched her. “Play with my clit, please. I want to come again.” She was dancing along that edge, riding the wave of one orgasm and destined for another.

Wrapping his hand around her waist, he lifted his hips to meet her and dipped the other hand between her legs to stroke her. Rubbing furiously at the tight and swollen bud of flesh, he growled at the first tightening of her inner channel on his cock. “Harder,” he told her.

She couldn’t help but clench him tighter. She rocked on him harder, faster, until she fell forward and braced her hand on his chest instead of his thighs. One hand lifted and she squeezed her own breast and then with a keening scream of delight came apart on top of him, clenching him so tightly inside of her body she was sure she was hurting him.

Pressing her ass down as he lifted his hips higher, he spilled into her again, a growl on his tongue. Cuddling her to him tight, he nuzzled at her cheek. “I love you, Katherine,” he whispered softly to her, shuddering again and again.

She couldn’t speak so she nodded, a grin on her face. Realizing he was still hard, she smiled. Oh yes, this was going to be quite an active night. Good thing that she had gotten enough rest the day before. “I love you, too, Sullivan. So much.”

Licking at her throat lightly, he nibbled gently on the sleek length. Moving slightly, he slid out from under her and adjusted her on the bed. “Again,” he breathed out, sliding into her from behind. Jerking her ass up into the air, he began to ride her slowly. Knowing she had to be tender, he went a little slower.

Katherine braced her hands on the mattress and pushed her long white-blonde hair out of the way so she could watch him. “God, that’s a sight that I could never get tired of,” she admitted breathlessly. “Feels so good.” She groaned and pushed back against him, the feeling of pure pleasure beating inside of her from the mating.

Cupping her pussy, he began to rock, his fingers lightly strumming over her clitoris. “I love you so much,” he whispered softly to her. Nibbling along her shoulder, he breathed her in. “I need all of you.” Over and over and over again.

“And you have all of me.” She gave her body freely. Her heart had been given much earlier, and her soul, he was taking that now. She was only whole when she was with her men and they all knew it. “Give me all of you in return,” she whispered softly.

“You’ve had it since the first time I saw you were actually brave enough to touch the floor of The Bar. Right then I knew I was a goner,” he revealed. Grinning, he nipped her ear. “Hell, anyone that actually touched that floor and didn’t go running for a tetanus shot or the like would have had my love then and there,” he teased, rocking into her again slowly. The driving edge of need was smoothed. Now it was just a need for sex, more sex and, yes, that’s right, folks, even more sex.

“I couldn’t figure out why it was so sticky,” she murmured with a shrug and grinned. “But are we really going to talk about The Bar or are you going to screw me till I can’t walk straight?” she teased with a smile, squeezing him with her inner pelvic muscles happily.

“Be glad my brain appears to be functioning once more,” he murmured, pinching her clit in reprimand. “For a while there it definitely was not.” He chuckled. All he’d been able to think about was fucking his mate, long, hard, and desperately.

“It still felt so good,” she cried out in pleasure when he pinched her clit. “Do it again,” she begged. “It was pain, but God, it felt so good, too.” She found she rather liked the edge of pain with them loving each other.

Giving her what she wanted, he pinched and lightly tugged on her clit with a small twist at the end as he drove into her. Nipping at her neck at the same time, he wasn’t all that surprised to feel her jolt slightly.

“Yes,” she whimpered. Lord, she had never believed she would be one of those women that liked to be bitten, liked to have a bit of pain when making love with their man, but she was. Lord Almighty, but she loved it with her guys. “That feels sooo good,” she moaned.

Squeezing her clitoris a little more, he continued to ride her, his hips moving faster, harder. Twisting the little nub, he plucked at it continuously, pinching it over and over. Flicking his nail to it now and again, he spread her legs wider and took her harder, his need to have overriding his cautious side.

Katherine rode him right back. He might think he was the only one in control, but she was as well. Pushing back hard against him, she shivered. “Sully!” She cried out his name in utter and complete desperation, in surrender, as she came with a scream.

“Mine,” he growled against her shoulder as he came again, his whole body pulsing with the orgasm. Collapsing with her, his hand trapped under their combined weight, he smiled slightly at the little pulses he could feel coming through her clit and pussy as he shot his seed deep into her body.