Loribelle Hunt - Once Bitten

And Caleb knew. Just as Zach had done earlier in the evening, while his best friend and lover fucked her senseless and marked her, Caleb slid his hand down her body until his finger brushed her clit. Caleb watched as Zach had watched. Fascinated to see this woman they shared in the grip of passion. As Zach's thrusts increased and quickened, so did Caleb's ministrations.

As his thrusts became hurried and rough and hard, so Caleb's attention to her clit.

And when she was keening, when her cunt tightened and froze around him making it hard to move through the convulsions that began, as if reluctant to release and unable to prevent it, Caleb stopping the movement of his fingers, instead simply squeezing her clit while she gasped and bowed her back up off the table.

Zach slid his hand under her and lifted her torso, unable to stop now, feeling the orgasm tighten in the small of his back and knowing there was no more holding back. He lifted her to him, his other hand supporting her neck when she seemed unable to do so until Caleb sat on the table behind him and took over. His friend kept one hand on her pelvis, finger still rubbing her clit, while the other cupped her breast. It was such a damned turn-on, and he had no idea why.

His canines erupted from his gums, and looking at her, he felt a little guilty. There was no going back now and she wasn't exactly in a position to make a decision. Then her eyes snapped open and she met his gaze. Her body was tight and tense again. While he delayed, Caleb was keeping her on edge, keeping her flying and there was only one way off that particular cliff. She knew it too. She was dazed, riding the razor's edge of orgasm, but the knowledge was clear on her face.

“Do it now, Zach. Please.” The last was finished on a groan, and he didn't hesitate any longer. His mouth closed over her, teeth sinking deep in her skin. They both jerked, crying out their release to the night. When he was spent, every bit of cum ripped from his body by hers, he released her, licking the raw wound he'd left on her neck. He was dismayed seeing it. He hadn't meant to be so rough. She wasn't wolf. She was human. He raised guilt-ridden eyes to look at Caleb, who just shook his head and mouthed, “ She's tougher than she looks .” Maybe, but that didn't lessen his guilt, didn't make him less determined to make it up to her.

He withdrew from her slowly, smiling at her murmured complaint and picked her up, taking her with him when he sank into one of the kitchen chairs. She curled up on his lap the way a kitten would, all purring contentment, and he could only describe what he was feeling as bemusement.

“I thought she was some badass warrior,” he said to Caleb, who cocked an eyebrow.

“She is. Don't be fooled.”

“Yeah, man, I'm really seeing that.”

She raised her head and scowled, her nails scraping across his abdomen. His cock jerked, and he was pretty damned sure that wasn't the response she wanted. “You're not going to like it when you're proved wrong.”

His growl was one of enjoyment—she was rubbing her ass over his cock after all—and not at all what she going for. She punched his shoulder, shocking him enough to let her wriggle off his lap, which didn't help at all. All he could think of was getting her back where he wanted her, while she traipsed around the kitchen pulling on clothes.

She didn't face him until she was dressed, and he wondered if she thought it was some kind of armor. If she did, she was in for a rude awakening. She was almost as sexy in the tight jeans and sweater as out of them. Like she could read his mind, she set her hands on her hips and glared at him.

“You're coming home with us?”

He nodded and she turned to Caleb. “You're gonna make him your beta?”

“Yes.”

For the first time, he saw a hint of uncertainty cross her face. “Are you going to fire me?”

Caleb took a long time to answer, and Zach knew he wanted to say yes. Hell, that's what he wanted. She was their mate. Theirs to protect. The trick was to not smother her in the course of protection.

“No,” Caleb finally answered, and while Zach understood why, he wanted to howl his outrage. “You're a symbol of my father's strength in the pack. And mine. Ours,” he added, meeting Zach's eyes.

She glanced at both of them and then turned her gaze to the floor while shaking her head.

“Not a very good one. Human. A witch with no powers.” He stared at her wondering if the sex was good enough to make her lose her mind. When he looked at Caleb, he saw the same expression.

“Kitten,” he said taking her hand. “Your power is pulsing in the room.” And it was. He'd felt it earlier when they'd shared her. It was stronger now. She snorted and jerked away.

“Sex magic. That'll be real useful in a fight,” she said sarcastically. “Hold on a minute, dude, while I go fuck one of my mates. Yeah. That's gonna happen.”

“Well,” Caleb started drily, but his tone turned inflexible. “If you're getting fucked several times a day, and I promise you will be, you should be just fine, baby.” He clearly had an issue with calling what they shared simply fucking. Zach could relate.

He did too.

“What do you expect me to call it, Caleb?”

He was watching as Caleb's expression just…shut down and he felt Liza's presence again, pulsing through the room. Zach wondered what the hell her powers were because the look she turned on Caleb was shocked and full of a lot of “wow, I'm sorry.” He didn't know all the details of what had happened with them other than Caleb had left her letting her believe he didn't want her. As much as he might want to intervene, he knew better. That was something they needed to work out on their own.

“I've got things to take care of before I can leave. I'll be a couple hours behind you two.” Caleb just nodded, but Liza looked panicked once his words sank in. “I'll see you tomorrow, kitten,” Zach said softly and turned to leave.

She caught him on the front porch, her arms crossed over her torso as a feeble barrier against the cold. “We can wait for you.”

He studied her a moment before answering, wondering what the hell had happened with Caleb to turn a normally confident woman into someone who needed a shield?

“I can't get in the middle of that, Liza. You need to work this out with Caleb. Whatever the problem is.”

She shut down. He saw it. Every emotion fled from her eyes, her face settled into that serene, tuning-him-out expression. No way in hell. He pulled her close, wrapped her in his embrace even while she resisted responding.

“Kitten.” His heart ached for her, and he seriously considered kicking Caleb's ass. “I don't know what happened, but he loves you. He would not have marked you otherwise.” Her forehead was pressed against his chest, and she shook her head. Her voice was as shaky as her body. “No. He wants me. But he doesn't want to.” He pulled away enough to make her look up at him. “He wouldn't have marked you if he didn't want you with everything in him, Liza, and that's about more than lust.” He sighed when he saw she didn't believe him and kissed her. Keeping it gentle and chaste.

Anything else would just delay everyone's departure. He set her away from him and turned toward his truck. “I'll see you tomorrow.”

She stayed on the porch, and he watched her as he backed down the long drive until she was out of sight. Now the hard part of the evening was coming. He turned left on the highway and wasn't surprised when thirty minutes later the house he'd come to was still lit up.

Normally, he wouldn't knock. But this night was the furthest from normal he'd ever experienced. They wouldn't deny his request, no, but they could in the end deny him his family.