Nature of the Beasts (7 page)

Her touch felt so good.

“It’s inevitable,” he murmured.

He licked his tongue over her upper lip, and Sarah shivered, then stiffened. Dmitry sensed she was about to run, but even then, he wasn’t able to stop her as she jerked free of his arms.

“We can’t do this,” she murmured as she rushed from the room.

“Sarah,” Dmitry growled as he took off after her.

* * * *

Dastan stood on the hill that overlooked the back of the house. There was a clear view of the deck but not much inside. Whoever had been up here could’ve definitely seen him, but he doubted they saw Sarah.

What the hell had he been doing up here? And more importantly, who the hell was he?

He stared down at the wolf tracks intermingled with those of a man. Dastan squatted and studied the tracks more closely. They looked the same as the ones around the woman’s body, although there was no way to know for certain. He just wished he knew what all this meant. What was the connection between this wolf and that woman? Had it been a coincidence? Or were they all in danger?

Sighing, Dastan glanced back down at the house. How could they better guard it without tipping their hand? Perhaps a protection spell was in order. Unfortunately, if their anonymous shifter could use magic, which he obviously had, then he’d been trained to pull from the magic that allowed him to shift just like he and Dmitry had been. If a person could perform magic, then they could sense it.

But there were some spells that couldn’t be sensed. To cast those would require a rudimentary knowledge of black magic. The only witch he knew who had knowledge of the forbidden black magic was Vincent.

“Damn,” Dastan growled.

There was no way to pull off a protection spell without possibly tipping their hand, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to do that just yet.

Sarah rushed up the stairs, Dmitry close behind her. Her heart beat so fast, she was convinced it would pop from her chest. It wasn’t that she was afraid of Dmitry. She wanted Dmitry. She wanted him so badly she could hardly breathe. That was what terrified her.

She could sense him behind her, feel his heat and his desire. Never in her life had she felt anything like that. Not with anyone. She struggled against a pull to both Dmitry and Dastan that made no sense at all.

Just as she reached her bedroom door and the sanctuary she hoped awaited her inside, Dmitry grasped her elbow and spun her around. She almost lost her balance and, with a squeal, grabbed Dmitry’s upper arms to steady herself.

In a move that both surprised and turned her on more, Dmitry shoved her against the wall next to the door. Her back hit the sheetrock and rattled the pictures closest to her. She gasped and looked up to meet his lust-filled eyes.

There would be no more running. She knew that now. There was no more denying the hunger that raced through her veins.

Dmitry braced one palm on the wall by her head and closed his eyes as though fighting something. Sarah took a moment as well to try to calm her raging lust; unfortunately, it didn’t work. She doubted it worked any better for him.

Her fingers flexed against the hard muscles of his arms, and she resisted the urge to move her hips out and grind against him. He was so close. It would be so easy.

She moved her fingers from his arms to the front of his shirt. Along the way she felt the muscles of his chest quivering beneath her fingers.

“Sarah,” Dmitry growled low in his throat.

A shiver worked its way up Sarah’s spine at the sound of her name spoken in such a sexy way. He sounded almost animalistic—raw and needy.

“What’s going on?” Sarah whispered as she balled her fingers in the fabric of his shirt just over his heart. “Why do I feel like this?”

She could feel his heart pounding and realized with shock that it matched the rhythm of her own. It was weird how they were both so in sync.

Dmitry drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “It’s what happens when a shifter meets their life mate.”

“But I feel this for both you and Dastan,” she murmured as her fingers blindly worked loose one of the buttons of his shirt.

She slipped her fingers inside and slid them along his hot skin. This wasn’t enough. She wanted to feel so much more of him. She wanted to feel him inside her. Dmitry’s hand let go of her elbow and moved to her ass. “I know,” he whispered as he used his hips to imprison her against the wall.

She moaned at the feel of his hips grinding into her lower stomach. Dmitry leaned down and bit softly at the side of her neck.

“I don’t understand.” She practically panted. “I’m not a shifter. How can I be your mate?”

Dmitry pulled away and tugged at the button of her jeans. Sarah was powerless to stop him. Instead, she reached down and began to help. “We’ll figure it out, Sarah. Right now, I can’t think about anything other than getting inside you.”

Sarah knew exactly how he felt. They both frantically shoved her pants and panties to the floor. She kicked off her shoes, then stumbled from her jeans, leaving them pooled on the carpet.

She started to reach for his jeans, but Dmitry shoved her hands away as he dropped to his knees in front of her. Lifting one thigh, he put it over his shoulder. Sarah gripped his other one, holding tight to keep from falling as he put his face between her legs and licked up her wet slit.

Her whole body shook as she moaned and wiggled her pussy in his face. Dmitry pushed her hips back, forcing her to hold still as he licked and nibbled along her labia. Every swipe of his tongue made her crazier than the last.

She could feel her release building. She held her breath, fighting against it. She didn’t want to come yet. She’d never come more than once, and they weren’t anywhere near over. It was happening too soon.

Dmitry must’ve sensed her struggle. He moved his tongue over her clit and gently stroked the oversensitive bud. Sarah exploded. She shouted and worked her pussy against his mouth, wanting more, needing more.

Even after that incredible release, her body still hummed with hunger. She wouldn’t be truly satisfied until she had him inside her—his thick cock stretching her walls, filling her deep. Just thinking about it had her body squirming again.

This was insane. She’d never been this aroused before, never wanted anyone with this kind of hunger.

Dmitry lowered her thigh and slowly kissed a path up her stomach. Grabbing the middle of her shirt, he tugged and ripped it open. Buttons flew free and pinged against the wall somewhere down the hallway. Sarah didn’t care. All she could think about was Dmitry getting his hands and mouth on her swollen breasts.

She removed her shirt while Dmitry tugged at her bra, breaking it as well. She could’ve used magic to undo it. She could even use magic to rid them of their clothes, but there was something so sexy about him doing it this way.

He removed her bra and tossed it down the hall. With a hungry growl of approval, he used both hands to push her breasts together, then leaned in to take one of them into his mouth. Sarah cried out and thrust her chest toward his face.

She was naked now, in the hall. Would he take her here? At the moment, she didn’t care. The orgasm had given her a small bit of relief, but now the hunger had begun to rise again, stronger this time.

“Dmitry,” she moaned, unsure she would be able to control the need.

She needed him.

A sensation of being watched made her skin tingle, and she opened her eyes. Over Dmitry’s shoulder, she could see Dastan standing just a few feet away. How long had he been there? She swallowed at the lust shining in his eyes. Every part of her body heated tenfold at the knowledge of him watching them. Would he join in? She wanted him to, she realized.

Dmitry moved his mouth to the other nipple and bit down. Sarah cried out. With a flick of her hand, she removed Dastan’s clothes so that she could see him in all his naked glory. Dastan glanced down and grinned. Sarah couldn’t take her eyes off his cock. God, he was huge.

“Dmitry, please,” she whispered.

She removed Dmitry’s clothes the same way as he stood to his full height. “She’s never been with two at once, Dastan,” Dmitry murmured just before covering her lips with his.

Sarah moaned deep in her chest as Dmitry deepened the kiss by sliding his tongue inside to delve and tease. How had he known that Dastan was there? Would Dastan leave now? Would he stay? Would he watch?

Lifting one leg, Sarah tried to wrap it around Dmitry’s hip. To her disappointment, he pushed it back down. He seemed to be determined to keep their hips from touching. It was a move Sarah didn’t understand.

“Dmitry,” she growled again, this time more desperate.

“Stop tormenting her, Dmitry,” Dastan said as he came forward and pulled Sarah from Dmitry’s arms.

“I’m trying to calm down. If I enter her now, I’ll come before I even get all the way inside her.”

Sarah felt as though she floated into Dastan’s arms. But instead of kissing her like she’d hoped, he walked her backward into the bedroom.

Dmitry followed close behind, his eyes practically glowing with lust. The look sent Sarah into a tailspin. “What are we doing?” she asked, not even recognizing the sound of her own voice.

“You’ve never been with two men at once,” Dastan murmured. “So we’re taking this slow.”

“Slow?” Sarah asked as Dastan helped her onto her knees at the edge of the bed.

“Yeah,” he said, then grinned. “We’re going to take turns.”

Her lips formed a silent O as what he said registered.

“We’ll do the other when you’re ready.”

Sarah nodded, only slightly relieved. Part of her was disappointed.

“Are you calmer?” Dastan asked Dmitry as he climbed onto the bed behind Sarah.

Dmitry made a face that clearly said he wasn’t sure. Sarah would’ve giggled if she wasn’t in the same damn boat. Even after her release in the hall, she felt that one touch from either of them would send her over the edge again. If one of them didn’t do something soon, she’d take care of it herself.

“Come here, Dmitry,” Dastan murmured.

Dmitry strolled closer. Sarah could see the precum glistening on the head of Dmitry’s cock, and she licked her lips, wanting to taste it. Dmitry was just as big as Dastan, but instead of scaring her, it excited her. She’d never been with anyone that big, and her pussy clenched in anticipation.

He stopped at the edge of the bed, and Sarah watched in shocked fascination as Dastan took Dmitry’s cock in his hand.

“Lick him, Sarah,” Dastan softly commanded. “Suck him and make him come so that he can take his time fucking you and enjoy every second of it.”

Dastan’s words both shocked and thrilled her. Using one hand, she pulled her hair back out of the way. She licked her tongue across Dmitry’s cock. His salty taste filled her mouth, and she licked again, wanting more of it.

Dastan still held Dmitry’s cock at the base, and the sight of another man’s hand around Dmitry’s shaft heated her entire body. It was so wild, so incredibly wicked that Sarah could hardly stop herself from moaning her approval. She opened her lips to engulf the head of Dmitry’s cock into her mouth. Dmitry moaned and jerked forward slightly. It was then Sarah understood Dastan’s hand. He kept Dmitry from shoving too much of himself into Sarah’s mouth.

“The first time is always the most intense,” Dastan whispered in her ear as she sucked Dmitry’s cock. “It’s the most uncontrolled.”

Sarah could definitely agree to that. She felt so out of control, she could hardly breathe. “I had a little bit of relief last night. Dmitry hasn’t.”

Dastan removed his hand, and Dmitry replaced it with his. “How much of him can you take?” Dastan asked as he straightened behind her. “Can you meet his hand?”

Sarah moved her mouth lower. Dmitry’s groans became louder as she sucked harder. God, she felt like she could come just doing this.

Dastan slapped his hand across her ass, and Sarah squealed in surprise. A tremor of lust snaked up her back, and she removed her mouth from Dmitry’s cock. The sting of the slap intensified her desire. She’d always liked being spanked, but now it… She wasn’t sure how to describe how she felt now.

Dastan slapped her again. Sarah moaned at the sensation that sting sent through her pussy. Opening her lips, she again engulfed Dmitry’s cock with her mouth. She sucked hard, wanting to get him off so that she could get Dastan inside her. She rocked her hips back in silent invitation for Dastan to touch her, but he kept his hands on her ass instead, gently massaging where he’d slapped.

Dmitry hissed when she scraped her teeth over the head of his cock. Dmitry growled low in his chest. “Mmm, that’s it.”

Sarah kept doing it, sucking harder each time she worked her lips back up to the tip. He was close, and so was she. Dastan wasn’t doing anything more than rubbing her ass and thighs. He wasn’t touching her pussy, but to her he might as well be.

Another smack hit her left ass cheek, and she hummed with pleasure around Dmitry’s cock. His answering moan was all the encouragement she needed to continue.

Dmitry murmured something in Russian just seconds before losing himself in Sarah’s mouth. She swallowed his warm, salty cum, making sure to get every drop that spurted from his throbbing rod.

At that moment, Dastan thrust his cock inside her from behind. She shattered instantly, shocked at the tight feeling as his cock stretched her walls. He didn’t move; he just held himself deep inside as the channel of her pussy sucked at his shaft.

Wave after wave of release washed over her. She moved her hips back, forcing him deeper. His balls rubbed against her labia; the hairs on his thighs brushed over hers. His hands held her hips still as he pressed even deeper, giving her what she silently begged for.

“Ah, that feels good,” Dastan sighed.

She was amazed she’d taken all of him, but the incredible sensation of being filled so completely overrode any shock and replaced it with another hunger that nearly made her insane.

Dastan reached around and cupped her breasts. He gave them a squeeze as he pulled her up so that her back was to his chest. She felt sated but at the same time still so turned on. She wiggled her hips, and Dastan dropped his hands to her hips.