Mark devoured her lips as if they were the tastiest meal, his lips sliding and caressing, while his tongue insinuated itself between her lips to duel with hers. Derrick nipped and suckled at the sensitive skin on the back of her neck, and when her knees gave way, his big hands spanned her waist and held her up. He ground his cock against the crack of her ass, a motion mimicked by Mark at her front. Their throbbing lengths seemed so impossibly big.
They lay her down and the silky tickle of the grass against her skin made her squirm. The boys positioned themselves on either side of her. It was Derrick’s turn to kiss her now, his fierce mouth claiming hers, while Mark branded her with a trail of caresses down to her erect nipple.
Jenna accidentally nipped Derrick’s lip when Mark’s hot mouth took her taut nub in his mouth, but her small bite only seemed to enflame Derrick who left her lips to torture her other breast. Their slicks mouths pulled and tugged at her aureoles and Jenna grabbed at their hair, while her lower body bucked.
A final hot suck, and Mark left her breast quivering and wet. He slid down her body, his lips tracing over the roundness of her belly to her short curls that marked the apex of her thighs.
Jenna watched Mark, her eyelids heavy with desire, while Derrick toyed with her nipples, twisting and tweaking them. Mark regarded her with smoldering green eyes and, with a small smile, he bent between her thighs and licked.
Jenna screamed. The blissful feel of his tongue flicking against her clit made her sex clench, and when he stabbed his tongue into her, she had a mini orgasm, her hot juices gushing.
Oh my god.
Mark nearly came at the taste of her, dream or not. He signaled for Derrick to take over so that he could calm down. Derrick eagerly complied, his dark head moving between her thighs and continuing the oral pleasure.
Jenna thrashed, her eyes shut, her face flushed. Mark’s cock jerked. He was so close to the edge, a state Derrick shared apparently, for he left off his feast long enough to gasp, “I can’t wait any longer. Mouth or cunt?”
Mark closed his eyes. What do I want? Jenna opened her eyes, her lids languorous with passion and when she licked her lips, she made the decision for him. Mark lay on his back, his cock jutting proudly.
Derrick scooped Jenna up and flipped her. With a startled cry, she braced her hands on either side of Mark’s hips. A bead formed on the tip of his shaft as she stared down at him.
He knew when his brother penetrated her as soon as her eyes widened. Mark cupped her face and guided her over his cock. He rubbed the swollen head over her lips. Taking the hint, she opened her mouth wide and took him in.
Oh, fuck. The molten wet feel of her mouth was paradise. Mark tried to hold on. He dug his fingers into the ground, but it had been so long. He opened his eyes to watch, but it was too much. The vision of her head bobbing eagerly, her wet mouth sliding…Mark shot his cream with a loud yell.
Derrick heard his brother cry out and fought to hold on a few more seconds. Her cunt gripped him tightly as he pumped in and out. He held onto her hips, driving himself into her welcoming softness.
Close to the brink, dream or not, he needed to claim her as his mate. He leaned forward and pulled her torso back. The sweet scent of her skin filled his senses and as his cock spurted inside her channel, he bit into her soft flesh.
The moment the metallic taste of her blood filled his mouth, he felt himself slipping away, his dream body fading till he awoke alone on the hard floor.
“Fuck!” Derrick stood up and looked at Jenna still asleep on the bed. He tasted her blood on his tongue and though it had been a dream, he sensed the mate-bond between them. One-half of the whole simmered with energy lacking only the matching mark from his brother.
Derrick sat on the bed and waited for Mark to emerge from her dream. The mattress sagged under his weight and with a shout of surprise, Derrick jumped up.
I felt that!
The noise, movement, or both woke Jenna. She opened heavy-lidded eyes and smiled lazily. Then she screamed and sat up.
“I can see you!”
“And about time too!” said Derrick, a brilliant smile bursting forth. “Hello, Jenna.”
“But how can I finally see you?”
Derrick waggled his brows at her and laughed when she blushed.
“But what about your brother?” she finally stammered.
“You need to go back. Tell him to claim you like I did.”
Jenna’s brow creased. “What do you mean ‘claim’?”
“You are our mate, Jenna. When I bit you at the height of my orgasm, I marked you as mine, Now Mark must do the same.”
“But I never agreed to that!” she said indignantly.
“We are fated to be together, you, me and Mark. Trust me, you’ll never lack for anything.” He traced a finger down her cheek and gave her a wicked smile full of promise.
“But what will people think?” she sputtered. “Don’t I get a say?”
“The town is used to our family’s ways. As for your say, are you going to try and tell me you don’t want us? I could prove you wrong if you’d like.” Derrick held her gaze while he stripped out of the clothes he’d worn for the last six years. At least in limbo they’d never gotten dirty.
Her eyes widened with every piece of clothing he removed and when he stood naked and erect, she swallowed.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to prove it can be even better in person than in a dream.” Or at least he meant to until a cold breeze drifted across his body. His brother had apparently woken too and noticed Derrick’s escape from the curse. “You need to go back to sleep and rescue Mark.”
She crossed her arms stubbornly. “And if I don’t want to?”
Derrick smiled at her dangerously. “Then I will make love to you till you pass out with exhaustion.”
She gaped at him, and once again her cheeks flushed with color. Derrick’s nose twitched as the sweet scent of her arousal drifted to him. With a growl, he lay down on the bed beside her. When she tried to scoot away, he turned to his side and latched a thick arm around her waist. With a swift tug, he pulled her into his body and spooned her, glad she wore pajamas. He feared the feel of her soft skin would have proven too tempting to resist, and his brother deserved his freedom. Now.
Once they were together again in the flesh, they would take their new mate till her only protest was, “Fuck me, ‘cause I can’t take it anymore.”
Chapter Seven
Jenna closed her eyes and just knew she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. Who could with a hunky naked stranger spooning her? Okay maybe not a complete stranger. After all, Derrick had haunted her since she’d moved in. Still, a ghost and dream lover was a far cry from the real thing. And now he wanted her to fall asleep and rescue his brother by letting him bite her. While making love to me. She squirmed when she thought of having to bend over for Mark and letting him pound his cock into her.
Derrick growled. “Sweetheart, if you keep doing that, I’m going to have to delay my brother’s rescue to make love to you.”
Jenna stilled even as her libido screamed, “Take me!” She’d never fall asleep at this rate, so it was with surprise that she suddenly found herself in the field again with Mark waiting for her.
“Thank you for coming back,” he said softly.
“Yes, well your brother didn’t really give me much of a choice.”
“I know this is quite a shock, and I assure you I didn’t know that to be free we’d have to claim you.”
“Are you telling me you wouldn’t have claimed me otherwise?”
Mark chuckled. “Oh, never fear. I would have claimed you. It just never occurred to me to do so in this form.”
“What does this whole ‘claiming’ thing mean anyway? I don’t get it.”