She dropped her head back and moaned as he kissed her neck, her shoulder, nipped at her tender flesh. “This is so…Kelan, I can’t think when you do that.”
“Don’t think. Feel. Can you love creatures like us?”
“Yes,” she said on a soft sigh as she wove her fingers in his hair.
He sat back on his heels, took her hands in his and waited for her to look at him. Her cheeks were flushed, and even in his human form he could scent her arousal.
Reidar was there again, at his side, on his knees. Beth looked back and forth between them, and then a slow smile spread over her plump lips. “Holy shit.”
Reidar chuckled. Kelan smiled. She took one of Reidar’s hands in hers, and in the other she held onto Kelan’s. “I do love you both. Which should feel weirder than it does. And I’m a little scared about all the implications.”
“We’re not going to rush you,” Reidar promised. “We understand this is a lot to take in.”
She nodded. “Yeah, that’s an understatement. And I still have a job to do this summer. I can’t spend the next two months in bed with you.” She grinned. “Though I’m sure I’d love it.”
“Hon,” Kelan said, rubbing his fingers over her bared thigh where her robe had fallen open, “we want you to do what makes you happy, and you obviously love your work. We just need it to not involve us.”
She nodded emphatically. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll tell Whitmore the blood got lost in the mail, or something. And the video…” She frowned at the computer sitting on the table next to her.
“Well, I’ll just say it wasn’t recording…or something.”
“I’ll take care of it,” Reidar said. “I’ll make sure it’s never seen. No one else has access to it, do they?”
She made a face. “Um, Tim knows how to log on to it. He set it up on my computer yesterday.”
“Move then, please?” Reidar said, standing up and pulling her to her feet.
She laughed nervously. “What are you—”
“Reidar can do just about anything with a computer,” Kelan said, climbing to his feet, still holding her hand.
Reidar sat in Beth’s vacated chair and started punching keys. “Crap. This is a really secure server. This could take a while.” He glanced at Kelan and said, Why don’t you take her to the shower?
Maybe prepare her for us. Tonight we take her all the way.
Kelan gave a slight nod and tugged her toward the bathroom.
“You two just talked to each other, didn’t you?” Beth asked, obediently following him.
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Why couldn’t I hear you?”
“We can only project our thoughts to humans while in catamount form. As humans, our telepathy is limited to blood relations and only while within sight of one another.”
“Okay, then tell me…What’d you say?”
“I didn’t say anything.” Kelan pulled her into the bathroom, turned on the shower and slipped her robe off her shoulders.
“What’d he say then? What’re you doing?” She grabbed for the robe before it hit the floor.
“Drop it,” Kelan said, his tone serious.
Now that she said she loved them and proved it by letting them destroy the blood and the video of their crime, it was time to celebrate. He’d thank his brother later for giving him this bit of privacy.
Only his brother knew, could understand, what was in his head and heart. Possibly better than he could. Reidar knew, as he had before, that Kelan needed more reassurance, more proof, than Reidar did.
“Make me,” Beth said, her eyes sparkling with challenge and what he prayed was happiness.
With a growl, he spun her around and ripped the robe from her body, tossing it out of the bathroom. Then he slapped her on the ass hard enough to sting.
She yelped, started to turn toward him.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and popped her ass again. “That’s for taking a belt to me this morning.”
“Oh, God, I’m sorry,” she said on a moan when he massaged the reddening mark on her butt cheek.
“You’re forgiven…this time. But if you ever—”
“I won’t. I swear. I…ohhh…”
He nipped her earlobe, slid his fingers between her soft ass cheeks and skimmed her anus. “Has anyone been in here before?” he whispered in her ear.
She shook her head.
“I’m going to.”
She whimpered.
He lightly slapped her butt cheek again and stepped back. “Into the tub, woman.”
She scurried into the tub and watched him with expectation on her face as he stepped in and pulled the curtain closed.
Positioning himself between her and the warm spray, he said, “Turn around. Face the wall.”
She did.
“One leg up on the edge of the tub.” He showed her what he wanted by positioning her foot.
“Good. Now lean forward just slightly and brace your hands on the wall.” He guided her hands to shoulder height against the tiles and then ran his palms up her damp arms, down her wet sides, then around to cup her beautiful, bountiful breasts.
She hummed her approval and pressed against him when he rubbed his chest along her back. “Are you sure you’re…up to it?” she asked. “I thought a guy who had his nuts squeezed couldn’t…you know…for a while.”
He let go of her right breast and slapped her ass again, making her moan. The woman was so responsive, and she liked a little pain with her pleasure. The perfect woman for him and his brother.
“Another perk to being what we are,” he said. “We can take a lot without permanent injury. But that wasn’t a very nice thing you did.” His cock was already hard, a testament to his claim. It had hurt like a bitch but hadn’t lasted long.
“What are the other perks?” she asked, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder.
He grinned, baring his teeth at her. “You’ll just have to learn those along the way.”
She laughed.
He reached between her legs and rubbed his fingers into her pussy, finding it slick already. The smile faded from her lips, her eyelids drifted shut, and when he rubbed her hard clit, her lips parted on an almost silent moan of pleasure.
“You’re so fucking hot.”
“Then fuck me,” she said, rocking her hips, rubbing her clit over his fingers.
“I will, hon. I will.” He slid his moistened fingers up to her ass and teased the puckered opening.
“You have to relax, though.” He massaged her breast with his other hand as he teased the tip of his finger into her.
She moaned and dropped her head forward.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered before he nipped gently at the side of her neck.
She shook her head. “Feels good.”
He nudged his finger in a bit more, and her muscles at first rebelled, then squeezed in acceptance, and she groaned her enjoyment.
He dropped his other hand from her breast to her mound, using his palm to massage her clit and his fingertips to thrum over her pussy lips.
“Oh, that’s good,” she said, rocking her hips again.
His finger slid into her to his second knuckle. She made a mewling sound that had his balls tightening. It took all of his strength to keep from taking her right then, but she was a virgin to this, and he would never hurt her.
After a few strokes in and out, he added his index finger and started the process over.
“Ahhh…Kelan…that’s so…”
“What, hon? Tell me.”
“I want more.”
He slid a third finger into her tight heat, and at the same time two fingers into her pussy, reaching for her G-spot.
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh…”
“Not yet, Beth,” he said stopping all motion, holding her still, his fingers buried inside of her.
“Please,” she cried. “Don’t stop.”