Theirs to Claim (4 page)

“Fuck!”
Rion called this time.

“You asked for more,”
she responded and felt both of them pause before all hell broke loose.

As one, the brothers held on to her and rolled to one side. They stopped moving in and out in unison and began alternating. Rion used her hips as an anchor, slamming into her harder and harder. Quin pulled her leg over his hip, twining all of their legs together until the boys had the leverage they needed. She could do nothing but go along for the ride.

“There?”
Quin asked when she screamed.

“There?”
Rion seconded.

“Yes, there. There.”

“Not good enough,”
Rion said, slowing his hips down.

“We want more.”
Quin mimicked his brother as if they had done this a million times before, and maybe they had.

“You are in our heads. Do not doubt us when all you have to do is see,”
Quin admonished.

“Ask us, and we will give it to you,”
Rion finished for him.

They refused to move any faster, thrusting into her leisurely as if they were in the aftermath of sex instead of building to the climax her body so desperately needed. She tried to twist in their grips, to force them deeper, but she couldn’t get them to move.

“Ask us, and we shall give you everything you desire,”
Quin reiterated.

His eyes bore into hers. There she saw something she had never seen in a man’s eyes before. There she saw uncertainty. Clouding his passion, his need, his want was an uncertainty that she wanted this as much as they did. She didn’t understand the call of the mate. She didn’t understand how long they had waited. If she walked away, it would destroy them, tear them up in so many pieces they would never be able to live again. She saw it there in his eyes, felt it filter across Rion’s mind. It was fleeting, but she felt it. These men
needed
her to say it as much as they wanted her to. They
needed
her, and she had never felt that before in her life.

What would it be like to give herself over to these men? To have them at her fingertips for the rest of her life? Could she give herself not only to one man but two?

“Yes. Yes, I can,”
she said to cement it.
“Fuck me, mates. Fuck me like you’ll never let me go.”

The words were barely fading from their minds when the candles blew out, and in the darkness, she could see the glowing of their animal souls’ eyes. Not only were the men there, but the wolves as well. When Quin’s mouth opened and stretched until she saw four sharp teeth on both the top and the bottom, she did not fear it. She did not shudder away from it. She pulled her mates tighter to her, clenching around their cocks in anticipation. A call as old as time drew her to do what they needed.

“Mark me, mates. Make me yours. Forever more.”

As one, they struck, biting deeper into her neck than they had before. The heat spread from their suctioning mouths, their hips pumping frantically into her body. With each push, they moved her closer and closer to the ever-elusive cliff. They pushed harder and harder, until her clit was throbbing, her mouth was slack, her throat working silently, and then she exploded. The world disappeared as she felt two thick protrusions swell into the center of her mates’ cocks. Tighter and tighter she grew, until every shot of come inside her felt like the pulse of her heart.

Chapter Thirteen

“Rion, okay, enough with the growling. It was sexy during sex. Now it’s interrupting my sleep!”

When he didn’t answer, nor did the growling stop, she sighed and sat straight up in bed, and found that she was alone. The covers were still warm from her mates, so they must not have been gone long, but it didn’t explain the constant growling she was hearing. Scrubbing her hand over her face, she crawled to the edge of the bed, muttering to herself.

“This bed has its own time zone! What the hell do they need with a bed this big?” She stopped when she remembered how much they moved around and how often the brothers had kept coming at her throughout the night. Rion had said to her that mates would be in a frenzy the first night they were together, each time cementing the bond. Her very sore thighs and even sorer insides were feeling the pain. It had seemed like a marvelously good idea at the time.

The growling stopping and starting again, she looked over the edge of the bed before she thought about the fact that she might need to be worried about growling that didn’t belong to either of her not-there-right-then mates Any worry disappeared, though, when she realized it was her phone.

“Hello,” she muttered, never being someone who enjoyed being woken up, unless it was by two very hot mates with even hotter body parts that couldn’t seem to get enough of seeing their body parts disappear into hers. She very gladly was okay with being woken up for that!

“Zelina Marie Mason, I am going to beat the flying ape shit out of you when I see you! Where the hell have you been? You haven’t been answering my calls. Brian didn’t show up for work today. You weren’t at your apartment. I was starting to think something had happened to both of you and was getting ready to enlist the FBI!”

She could barely keep up with her friend’s rambling, but hearing the concern in it mollified Zelina’s attitude slightly.

“Your setup turned out to be the date from hell! He tried to k . . . kiss me.” She completed her sentence lamely. She wasn’t sure if there was some kind of code as to what she could tell her best friend and what she couldn’t. Her heart was heavy at the thought. She definitely had some things that only girl talk would make better. She had almost died the day before, now had not one but two men in her life, was basically married if she understood the whole mate impression thing, had two bite marks on her shoulders, and didn’t even know where she was. This was a time to need a friend if any.

“I don’t give a damn if he tried to frisk you in the car! Mad at me or not, Z, I was worried. I couldn’t find you at all the last three days!”

“Three days! I’ve only been gone for a day!”

“Zelina, baby, where are you? I’m at the store. I know you like ice cream.”

The sentence drove home that her friend really was worried. They had developed it as kids as a way to ask if something was wrong and if the police needed to be called. When one of Jezzie’s cousins had been murdered by a robber, she’d been under bondage when her phone rang. The friend thought she sounded funny and knew something was wrong. Without thinking, she asked if someone was there, and if someone was hurting her. When Isabelle replied yes, out of fear, the robber had killed her instead of giving her the chance to give the police a description. That had stuck with Jezzie. It had stuck with them all.

“No, J. I’m fine, I swear it.” She heard Jezzie let go of the breath she’d been holding when Zelina hadn’t given the code phrase for “yes, get help.”

“Then where the hell are you? I’m coming to get you, or I swear to God the cops will! Don’t play with me.”

There was no way that she was going to get Jezzie off the bone when she was on it. The only way she’d calm down is if she saw Z . . . Problem was, Z had no idea where she was to be able to tell Jezzie. She couldn’t be that far from the restaurant, but she’d never seen outside of the room to see if she recognized anything familiar. After climbing out of bed and tossing on a T-shirt that lay crumpled on the ground, she went to the window to look out. The woodsy smell let her know it was Rion’s shirt. She turned to search for another shirt, saw a button-up and smelled Quin. Tossing that shirt on as well made her feel better.

“Okay, now about where I am,” Zelina started.

“Why? Going somewhere?”

Chapter Fourteen

Stalking. There was no other way to describe the way Rion had come into the room. Zelina had figured out over the eventful
three days
, as she now understood, that Rion was much darker than his brother. He was the more forceful of the two personalities. Where Quin could compromise, could smile, Rion seemed to be teetering on the verge of a blowup. She’d enjoyed that during sex. He made her feel as though he couldn’t be without her, that he was trying his best to stamp her with his essence so that she could never walk away. He was not the brother she wanted to hear the conversation that was happening. He would misunderstand.

“Rion, it’s my friend Jezzie. I’ve been gone for a few days, so she’s making sure I’m all right. She can be a little much, but I love her anyway.”

“Who the hell is that? And what do you mean ‘a little much’?” Jezzie screamed on the phone.

“Tell her you’re okay, and then hang up.”

“I’m not going to hang up on my friend. I’ve told her I’m okay. She just wants to come see me.”

“Tell her you’re okay, and then hang up,” he repeated, stepping closer.

“I said no, Rion. So what is this address?”

“Z? What is going on? Who is that?”

“Fine, have your way,” Rion replied, never breaking eye contact with her, and suddenly he was there in front of her. “Stay on the phone then.”

With that statement, he lifted her up and tossed her on the bed. The shirts lifted up around her midriff, and he got an eyeful of her bare lower body. He crawled over her, not letting her get up. She forced herself not to scream. Knowing Jezzie was on the line, it would not be a good thing.

“Rion,” she began.

“Too late.”

“Zelina! Answer me right now.”

“Jezzie, I’m right here. You don’t have to yell.”

“Who is that?”

“That would be Rion, my . . . boyfriend.” She couldn’t exactly tell her friend over the phone he was her mate and so was his brother. That was a conversation to be had over some wine.

“Boyfriend? Since when?”

Rion gave her the most satisfied smile she had ever seen in her life. Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. Suddenly she knew what he was going to do. She scrambled, turning on her stomach, and tried to get away. It didn’t work. A solid steel band masquerading as his arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her in front of him on her hands and knees. He lowered his head, sniffing her before she watched his face shift to a more elongated muzzle right before her eyes. She stuffed her face in the pillow before a scream of surprise could escape, and then kept it there when his tongue swiped her. He licked her a few times before he pushed his tongue into her, curling it as he did before to play over her G-spot.

She moaned, pushing her hips into his face, riding his tongue. He felt so good inside her. She tangled her free hand into the pillowcase and held on for dear life. Rion wasn’t interested in being gentle. He wasn’t interested in being soft. This was a mark of claiming, and she recognized it. He flicked his tongue faster and faster into her, and she couldn’t stop her body from trembling.

“Your friend is yelling for you,”
she heard in her mind, but her thoughts were mush. He felt so good, so deep in her.

“Answer her, or I’ll stop.”

“Wh-what?”

“Answer her, or I’ll stop,”
he repeated and then stopped. Zelina got on the phone quicker than she ever had in her life, ignoring Rion’s chuckle in her mind.

“Yes, Jezzie,” she answered as he resumed. She hoped her friend didn’t hear the hitch in her voice.

“Who is Rion?”

“He’s . . . he’s my boyfriend, Jezzie,” Zelina repeated.

Said boyfriend spread her ass cheeks, pushed harder into her pussy, using his fingers now to swirl her moisture over her clit. She moaned in her throat.

“Since when have you had a boyfriend?”

“It happened kind of . . . suddenly, Jezzie. I just felt it . . . and it . . . worked.” She was nearly panting. His fingers circled her clit in fast and hard circles. Over and over he moved, counteracting his thrusting tongue. The feeling was mesmerizing. She could feel her juices sliding down the insides of her legs.

“Just happened? Where are you, Z? Really, hon, I’m worried.”

“I told you I’m okay, Jezzie. I wouldn’t lie about that.”

He ground against her harder, as if he didn’t like she’d gotten that sentence out without breathing deeply. She stuffed her face back into the pillow, bowing her back as she moaned, rubbing her clit against him. He felt so good to her. So right. The sting of the slap had her face coming out of the pillow and glaring at him, and she just caught the last of what her friend said.

“. . . it can be there quickly, Zelina.”

“Do you just not . . . believe . . . me?” Z panted, nearly unable to control her moans anymore.

“I just want to see for myself is all. You know me.”

Rion pulled out of her, fingers still dancing on her clit. She felt the thick head of his cock nudge her opening.

“Say you’re okay. Then hang up.”

She didn’t even think to argue this time. She hung up.

Chapter Fifteen

She thought having only one of them at a time would make things less intense, that it would be easier for her to handle. It may have been if it hadn’t been Rion. He never did anything nice and slow. His first thrust took him past his head before he pulled out just as quickly. He slammed in again until half his dick was inside of her, then pulled out. She braced for his last thrust, knowing he would kiss her womb. When it came, she moaned, letting her head fall forward into the pillow. She felt her insides stretching, seeking to let him in. The walls gripped him tighter, loathing to let him go as he pushed in and out.

Warmth spread over her back as he curled around her, one hand sliding over her breasts and the other angling toward her clit. He used her moisture to play with the tight bud and twisted a nipple at the same time. The result was electrifying.

“Rion!”

His name on her lips pushed him farther, tighter into her. His body was wrapped around her so tightly, his cock thrusting so deeply, it was as if he wanted to crawl inside her. His hands played on her flesh like an instrument, strumming the strings until pleasure pulsed in her clit.