Seeking Pack Redemption (23 page)

Felt just
right to her, she decided when Darren nipped at her thighs, his warm breath
teasing her. Trent leaned forward and played with her breasts again, sucking
and biting at her sensitive flesh. As for
Thea
, she
could only thrash and gasp beneath their ministrations.

Darren
moved closer to her sex, blowing across her damp lips, teasing her with a quick
flick of his tongue.

“Lick
her,” Trent ordered. “Taste her sweet honey.”

It should
have appalled her, his explicit talk. Shame at the very least should have made
her blush and want to hide, but knowing Trent watched . . . Oh, God, it excited
her and she cried out as Darren lapped at her, his wet tongue swirling and
rubbing across her clit.

“That’s it,
beautiful,” Trent encouraged. “Wiggle those sweet hips of yours while you enjoy
him tonguing you.”

Such naughty commands.
So freaking hot. She gasped as Darren groaned
against her sex, the vibration making her channel clench in anticipation.

“Turn your
head,” Trent ordered.

Obeying,
she opened her eyes as well and found him lying on his side, his hips angled so
that his cock jutted before her lips. His fingers weaving through her hair, he
urged her forward. “Suck me.”

How dirty.
Gone was the gentle, talkative lover of the night before, in his place a more
commanding version, one
who
no longer held back. Who
knew what he wanted.
And he wants me.

She took
his cock into her mouth, sliding her taut lips over his length, a moan rumbling
over his taut flesh as Darren speared her with his fingers while sucking her
clit.

Her orgasm
took her by surprise, erupting suddenly and pleasurably. Hands held her down
when she would have arched off the bed. A cock muffled her cries as she tried
to express herself. The waves of bliss hadn’t died down when Darren shoved into
her, his fat dick pressing against the pulsing walls of her channel. It felt so
fucking good.

And then
he started to pump.

*
* * *

Darren
wanted to piston hard and fast into
Thea
. He held back,
which took a lot of self-control, especially with the way she looked: her
cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed, and her mouth—
oh, fuck, her mouth
, sliding up and down Trent’s cock, cheeks
hollowed as she suctioned.

He held no
interest in his friend sexually, but he couldn’t deny a certain excitement at
watching her pleasure the other man. Hands hoisting her thighs up, he averted
his gaze to watch himself sinking into her soft flesh. Making love to her was
like nothing he’d imagined or experienced. Each stroke was a slice of heaven,
and he could feel his orgasm building fast. But she’d just come, so she’d need
more if he wanted her to join him.

One arm
braced over her legs to keep them up against his shoulders, he used his free
hand to fondle her clit.

It must
have caused quite the reaction because Trent hissed as he pulled his cock free
of her mouth with a wet pop.

“Fuck. She
clamped down.”

Lost in
pleasure,
Thea
didn’t even react, just made mewling
sounds as she clawed at the sheets.

“Move your
hand,” Trent said.

Darren did
as told and wondered why until he saw his friend dip forward and start tonguing
her clit. The decadence of it, along with warm breath, brushed him as he thrust
into her.

“Bite
her,” Trent growled then moved away. “Take her as your mate now before she
comes again.”

“
Thea
?” Darren let a questioning note come into his one
word.

She slid
open her lids, her eyes glazed with passion.

“May I?”
What a pussy way of asking. He should have just done it, but he wanted her
permission. Wanted her.

She licked
her lips. “Mate me, Darren.”

“Are you
sure?”

She
answered with a smile that stole his breath.
But where to
bite?
His gaze roamed her body, noting the old scar and fresh bite mark
on each side of her neck. Breasts, belly . . . His roaming stare moved back up
to her luscious tits. He found his spot.

Still
buried balls-deep in her wet pussy, Darren kissed the creamy expanse, licked it,
too, before he sank his teeth in. She cried out, arching, hard enough he almost
lost his grip. One thorough suck to taste her blood, and he released her.

“Come here.”
She gasped the request.

He quickly
complied, and she grabbed his face, planted a fierce kiss on him before nipping
his lip. The shockwave of their joining shook him, and he knew she felt it, too,
because she screamed, her body tightened, and for a moment, she stopped
breathing.

Darren
couldn’t help but whisper, “Holy fuck!” And then he was
pistoning
her hard and fast. Her muscles milked him, and with her awareness—her
pleasure, happiness, and more—rolling over him, it threw him over the
edge. He yelled as he came, the moment of joining overwhelming and perfect.

Spent, he
didn’t protest when Trent tapped him, just moved aside as his friend took his
place, pumping into her still-quivering sheath. She moaned, so lost in the
aftershocks of her orgasm, she didn’t even open her eyes.

With her
legs draped wide, Trent fucked her, panting as he thrust. She could only make
little breathy sounds, and Trent grunted, “Help her, she’s right on the edge
again.”

Despite
the proximity to a part he preferred not to touch, Darren shifted until his
face was above her mound. This close, the smell of sex overpowered and drugged
him. He didn’t so much
see Trent fucking her as he could feel
it
,
sense it
. Already parted wide, it proved
simple for him to lick her. Her swollen bud quivered at his touch and Trent
gasped. “Fuck, I’m coming.”

Darren
sucked at her nub, pinching it with his lips, and she shattered. He even felt
it through their bond.

It blew
him away.

Marc
wasn’t stupid. He knew his buddies and
Thea
fucked
while he ran errands with
Jaxon
. It kind of pissed
him off.
Why couldn’t I have been second?
Hell, forget second, why couldn’t I be first?

Just as
attracted to
Thea
as his friends, his wolf just as
eager to mark and claim, why was he forced to wait?
I should have done or said something.
Fighting, though, would have
frightened her, so despite his disgruntlement, he went along. But he didn’t like
it. Especially not once he saw the soft looks and sated glow surrounding the
three of them. As for the smell of sex, it still permeated the room despite the
fact they’d showered.

Not
showing his annoyance—and, yes, his hurt, dammit—proved hard as he
spilled his purchases on the bed. A part of him wanted to yell. Hit something.
Or, even better, fuck her until he could also wear the same stupid
look of satisfaction.
He did nothing, knowing any of those actions would
get his ass kicked six ways from Sunday.

The hug
she gave him, thanks for the clothing he’d bought her, went a long way to
restoring his usual good humor. It seemed he wasn’t immune to jealousy. He’d
better get over it, though, if he hoped to join the others in mating.
Thea
already had her prerequisite two. Acquiring a third
was completely up to her at this point.

Flopping
on a bed, Marc ate along with everyone else, but
Jaxon
.

Despite
the hours they’d driven,
Jaxon
paced uneasily. “I
think we’re going to have trouble tonight.”

Yeah, the blue-balled
kind
.

“Can you
feel the vampire?” Trent frowned as he asked. “I thought he couldn’t travel
during daylight and night hasn’t quite fallen.”

A shrug
lifted
Jaxon’s
shoulders. He turned to peer out the
window before answering. “He can’t move around on his own, from what I
understand, but his minions could manage it, I suppose.”

“They
could have him in a box inside a truck or something,”
Thea
volunteered from her spot on the second bed, a solo seat she’d chosen with
blushing cheeks after evading two sets of grasping hands. At least she
possessed the decency to not shove her new status in Marc’s face.

“But how
did they follow us?” Darren asked. “We really covered out tracks this time, and
once again, we parked a few miles away.”

“Maybe
Jaxon’s
sixth sense works two ways.”

The mixed
man turned from the window with a sigh. “I guess it’s possible. It just seems
strange because Roderick never took my blood.”

Thea
turned gray, and Marc jumped in. “Hey, you’re upsetting the pregnant
lady, and she needs to eat. Let’s change the subject before the food gets
cold.”

Thea’s
smile of gratitude was wan, but Marc clutched it like a
prize and grinned back. He unobtrusively stuck up his middle finger at Darren,
who glared at him as he moved to stand by the side of her bed. Trent only
smirked.
Funny how the bossiest of the three of them seemed
to have the least issues with sharing.

“Hey,
Jaxon
, seeing as how we’re going to hit pack territory
tomorrow, have you given any thought as to how you’re going to meet your lady?”
Thea
asked seemingly unaware of the undercurrents
peppering the room.

“No. I
still think it’s a bad idea.”

“
Jaxon
, you have to see her. You promised.”
Thea
sounded appalled.

“I know I
promised, but I also made a vow to keep her safe, and somehow meeting with her
kind of messes with that.”

“What’s
the worst that can happen?” Trent asked.

“Hmm, let
me count the things that could go wrong. One, she could get snatched. Two, she
could get hurt. And while those are the top two off the top of my head, they’re
enough to let me know it’s a bad idea.”

“You
forgot you could get killed by her mates, or have they forgiven you?” Darren
tossed in.

A grimace
twisted
Jaxon’s
features. “No. They’ve not forgiven
me. I just don’t count my possible demise as a bad thing. She’d be better off
without me.”

“That’s
not true,”
Thea
exclaimed.

However,
Marc, watching and listening had to wonder. If he knew he posed a danger to his
mate, what would he do? Would he have the balls needed to stay away?

He hoped
to never find out.

When his
turn to watch with Trent arrived, he took himself outside, had to because
listening to Darren
make
love to
Thea
,
even from the next room, was making him antsy. A part of him understood that
they didn’t do it on purpose to make him jealous. He also knew that it was too
soon for him to stake a claim. Things already moved too fast, and
Thea
, given her human upbringing, could revolt all too
easily. It didn’t make waiting any easier.

Sitting up
on the roof, watching the shadows for movement, he couldn’t stop the whispers,
the doubt from creeping in.

She’ll never give me a chance now that she’s so
busy with Darren and Trent.

But she liked
him; he knew she did by her smiles.

What use does she have for the weakest of the
three? You know you’re not as strong as Darren and Trent. Hell, Darren could
have ruled his own pack if he wanted to. His strength is why he’s Trent’s
number two, while I’m only number three because of friendship.
Because other than that,
he rated in the middle when it came to a commanding presence. Most of the time
it didn’t bother him, but now, with him shut out of the mated circle they’d
formed with
Thea
, resentment bubbled. It didn’t
matter how big he got with his protein shakes or how much he worked out,
something about him just wasn’t as strong.
As domineering.
As attractive.
I’m
just not good enough.

What did
he have to offer
Thea
? What could he give her that
the others couldn’t? Why would she want him when his only claim to fame was his
friendship to a pair of alphas?

The litany
of doubt wouldn’t stop, and Marc alternated between depression and anger.
How dare they not give me my chance? She’s
my mate, too.

Riled up,
he almost jumped off the roof to go storming in to take what also belonged to
him.
To stake his claim on her flesh.
But his inner
voice stopped him.
Wait. Soon.
Very soon.
When the time is right, we’ll claim her and then
no one will be able to keep us apart. And if they try . . .