Authors: Anya Bast
The end of the afternoon brought a sense of wistfulness. If not for her family ties, she could get used to a life like this, but not the puttering and the cooking, at least, not all the time. Once in a while she enjoyed the domestic thing, but if she were to stay here, hypothetically, she’d need to find something else to occupy her time. Maybe she’d finally have the time and space to work on a book. Of course, who would read such a book in this world? Of that, she wasn’t sure. Didn’t matter. She wasn’t staying.
That evening when the men came in from their work she was sitting at the table in her nightgown, writing in a journal she’d decided to keep about her stay here. The blank book had been a gift from Rafian when she’d expressed her secret desire to write a novel.
The men came in, complimenting her on the smell of the stew, and took showers. When they emerged dressed only in jersey sleeping pants, she nearly swallowed her tongue. Their skin was still damp and their hair was slicked back away from their faces. Lucas’s pants were slung low, exposing the jut of his lean hips.
One was a sight to behold, two took her breath away.
She stood, trying to organize her thoughts. “Uh. There’s dinner.” She motioned at the pot on the stove with her pen.
“Great.” Lucas walked toward her with purpose, his eyes dark and focused only on her. “I’m starving.”
He pulled her against his body, snaking his hand to the nape of her neck and angling her face toward his. His mouth slanted across hers, his tongue aggressively sliding into her mouth.
Her pen dropped to the floor with plastic sounding
plink
.
Lucas dragged her lower lip gently through his teeth and she shivered, her knees going weak. “I want you, Kaitlyn,” he murmured against her mouth. “Right now.”
Her hands found his upper arms and hung on under the force of him. His kiss, his presence, his aggression, the scent and feel of him—it undid her. Her breath shuddered out of her, arousal flaring through her body. “I’m yours,” she whispered back.
His hips pressed against her, letting her feel how hard he was for her. “
Mine.
”
The magnitude of how much she truly did want to be his, his and Rafian’s, washed over her like cold water. She pushed away from him and stumbled backward.
Lucas watched her retreat. “Kaitlyn, what’s wrong?”
“I-I’m in over my head with you two.” She touched her temple. “I’m losing myself to you both.”
He stepped toward her. “You will never
lose
yourself to us. Your joining with us will make you whole, never reduce you. We will never eclipse you, never extinguish your fire.” He held out a hand to her.
She took another step backward and he followed her. Her gaze skated to Rafian, who hung back by the doorway.
“Let us love you, Kaitlyn.” Lucas reached out and drew her into his arms.
She melted against him, closing her eyes. Just for right now she wanted to forget about falling too deep for them and then having to leave. Her desire to allow their love was too strong. She just
wanted
, wanted to allow this.
He cupped her face, forcing her gaze up to his and searched her eyes.
“All right,” she whispered.
A hungry look overtook his expression. He pushed her up against the wall, his mouth finding hers. He kissed her breathless, then slipped his lips over her chin, to her throat. Finding the sensitive place where her neck met her shoulder, he bit down just hard enough to make her shiver.
His teeth took hold and didn’t let go as he reached down and pulled the hem of her night gown up, hand questing between her thighs. He found her bud and stroked it, making it grow swollen and needy, then thrust two fingers deep inside her, finding her already primed and ready for him.
Sexual haze covering her over, she watched Rafian sit on the edge of the couch, seeming happy to watch them.
“Lucas,” she breathed, “Oh, god, please.”
Yanking his pants down impatiently, just enough to free his cock, he hooked her leg over his hip and pushed the head of his shaft into her entrance.
“Yes,” she gasped as he pushed in another inch. She ground her hips down, forcing his wide length to penetrate deeper, wanting every last little bit of him inside her.
Lucas grunted, lifting her and pinning her against the wall—a testament to the strength the man possessed. Her legs wound around his waist and he thrust his hips, his cock tunneling in and out of her.
Her gaze lifted and found Rafian. His gaze was dark, hot, filled with lust as he watched Lucas take her up against the wall. Lucas’s body managed to rub against her clit with every move he made. She closed her eyes, moaning, as pleasure filled her, her fingers finding purchase at his shoulders.
Lucas grunted out his pleasure with every inward thrust. His cock was so wide, it touched every part of her. Her climax hit her like a train. She cried out, her body tensing, as it dominated her. She threw her head back and Lucas bit her throat as she came, laying claim to her body.
Finally Lucas groaned her name and his cock jerked deep inside her. She clung to him for support when it was all done, lassitude filling her body.
When Lucas lowered her to the floor, Rafian was there. She’d known from the look in his eyes he would be.
Extricating her from Lucas’s grip, he twined his hand gently through the long hair at her nape and brought her face to his. “Are you ready to handle two men who want you, sweet Kaitlyn? Two demanding dire wolves?”
She smiled, feeling drunk on the ecstasy of her orgasm. “Let’s find out.”
Rafian crushed her lips to his, his tongue slipping between them and possessing her mouth. He hand fisted the night gown she wore and tore the light fabric. It ripped from neckline to hem and was so much material wadded on the floor.
When his hand eased between her thighs, he found her hot and wanting, craving him every bit as much as she had Lucas. “Now,” she whispered to Rafian. “I need to feel you inside me.”
He made a low sound in the back of his throat and guided her to the couch. Turning her back to him, he bent her over the arm rest, and then spread her thighs. Running his hands over her, he slipped his fingers deep inside and thrust. She squirmed, moaning, but he held her in place with a strong hand, working his thick digits in and out of her.
A couple of minutes later and the smooth head of his cock pushed within. She clawed at the cushions as he eased inside, sliding in to the base of him, and began to set up a fast and hard pace. Her buttocks slapped into his pelvis with every thrust as he took her roughly. The long, wide length of him worked like a piston and it made her crazy, pushing her fast toward another explosive orgasm.
Rafian held her by her waist, his thighs smacking the back of her thighs with every stroke. Hard and fast, over and over. The head of his cock brushed over some sensitive spot deep within her with every inward thrust.
She came again, long and powerfully, her body shuddering from the force of it. When Rafian finally orgasmed, he did it groaning her name, his cock deep within her.
When it was over, one of the men lifted her and set her into a warm bath. Both men climbed in with her.
The soapy water sloshed around the tub as their hands washed her gently. Then she settled against Rafian’s chest with Lucas at her side, closed her eyes and smiled. Could she handle two men who wanted her?
Yes. Yes. A thousand times, yes.
Chapter Eight
“I want you to meet my parents,” said Rafian, pulling her beneath his body.
Golden sunlight shone in from the bedroom window, framing Lucas in its light. He was getting dressed, but he paused at Rafian’s words, a brief look of pain crossing his face. “That’s a good idea,” he said after a moment, pulling on his shirt. “If mine were alive, I’d be taking you to see them too.”
Kaitlyn shifted uncomfortably on the bed beneath him. Meet Rafian’s parents. It sounded so formal, so
serious
. She didn’t want to hurt Rafian or lead him on. “I’d be happy to meet them, of course, but you both know that I might not—”
“Good. We’ll leave right after breakfast.” He kissed her thoroughly, removing the sentence she was going to say from her tongue and, for a moment, almost all the sense from her brain.
No, she couldn’t let this moment slip.
She pushed Rafian off her and stood. “You both know that it’s possible I might not—”
Lucas swept her into his arms, his mouth firmly covering hers, kissing away the rest of her sentence.
Ah.
Okay. She understood. They knew she might choose to leave them—they just didn’t want to hear it. Fair enough.
She rode into town on Lucas’s back, carrying both sets of their clothing. Once in the heart of the village, the men changed back and dressed in a small building that seemed placed there purely for the purpose.
Rafian’s parents lived in the heart of the small town, which was larger than she’d first assumed. Since the place was built into the forest around it, it was easy to miss the sprawl of the place.
Scarlet, Rafian’s mother turned out to be from beyond the veil as well. She welcomed Kaitlyn at the door with a big hug and kiss on the cheek. “Rafian, Lucas,” his mother said, holding Kaitlyn’s hands, “she’s beautiful.” Kaitlyn blushed.
Their home was built into a side of hill, but spacious and richly decorated on the inside, filled with that same light which mimicked daylight. The four of them settled into the snug underground living room, decorated with wood furniture, handmade clay figurines, and comfortable cushions. The fireplace blazed merrily. Kaitlyn was happy for the warmth and the cup of tea Scarlet placed in her hands.
After a few minutes of small talk, Adrian and Max entered the room, Rafian’s fathers. Both had dark brown hair, though Adrian had blue eyes and Max had brown. Both men were powerfully built, as were all Lycaon men. She rose and they shook her hand, then welcomed both Rafian and Lucas with big bear hugs. Lucas seemed just as much their son as Rafian.
They settled into an afternoon of tea, cookies and good conversation. She told them of her of her life on the flip side. They seemed to know what a computer programmer was, surprising to her as there were no computers in their world. She talked of her sisters and her life growing up, even confiding in them about their stepmother, Susan, who’d been so jealous of the girls when their father had been alive.
Speaking of Susan, Kaitlyn understood something for the first time. Susan had been afraid. Afraid her husband wouldn’t have enough love for her if he used so much of it for his daughters. In that one flash of understanding, she felt sorry for her stepmother. How awful she must feel about herself to have such a fear. Unworthy of love.
Looking between Rafian and Lucas, she knew she would never have that fear. They loved her completely, and they seemed to love each other, too. That bond they shared made a strong relationship.
She discovered that Rafian and Lucas had grown up together and that after Lucas’s parents had died, Adrian and Max had taken him under their wing. That’s why there seemed to be such a powerful family vibe between them all, even though they lacked blood ties.
Finally, the men went out to gather more wood for the fire, leaving Kaitlyn and Scarlet alone.
“Don’t you miss your family?” Kaitlyn asked the older woman.
She got a faraway look in her eye, as if remembering. “I won’t lie. It wasn’t easy to leave my family, Kaitlyn, but it was easy to make the choice to stay with my men. Adrian and Max are my soul mates. They are also my family. I have never regretted my decision to stay here with them, though I shed tears for what I left behind.” She touched her hand. “But I am not you. If you believe your life will be better without Rafian and Lucas in it, then staying here would be a mistake.”