She had to understand the depth of the pleasure he could give her. Had to understand no one else could ever compete. The wolf rode him hard. He wanted to bite her, mark her, claim her, and he wanted everyone to know. He needed that stamp of possession to glow like a neon-bright sign on a moonless night. And more, he needed her to accept his right to her.
Harris reined him in before he lunged for Gabby, but Ethan was too far gone to the wolf to allow him the lead. He spun them around and shoved Harris to the bed. Harris landed on his knees but rolled to his back, shoving at Ethan with his mind when the wolf tried to surge forward. It wasn’t enough power to throw him aside but it slowed him down, gave him back a little of his mind. In his current state, Harris wouldn’t let Ethan take him on his knees, from behind, and Ethan didn’t blame him. The wizard was strong, but he was no wolf. It would be face-to-face, torso to torso, and would make it easier for Ethan to rein in the animal that was his second half. Things changed when you looked someone in the eye as you fucked them. And everything changed as he looked into Harris’s eyes. Harris knew, and he accepted this part of Ethan. He understood how much it meant to that untamed side of Ethan, how important it was to take over the ones he loved. Harris also understood this wasn’t about sex; this was the expression Ethan allowed himself with the two people he loved most in the world, who he knew were perfectly capable of taking care of themselves. The wolf knew. The man knew. But he still needed this. He still needed them to let him take charge, to let him take care of them, at least some of the time.
He knew his eyes were glowing yellow, felt the wolf’s claws breaking through his fingertips, but when he met Harris’s gaze, he saw only invitation. Only love, and it was unconditional. He needed, craved the same from Gabby, but at the moment he’d take what he could get.
Harris was sick of waiting apparently, and he reached up, gripped the back of Ethan’s neck with one hand, and yanked him down for a soul-sucking kiss. Ethan groaned into it, his cock pulsing in insistent demand, and he nudged against Harris’s ass.
Then the tube of lubricant was in his hand, and he smiled. “Do it,” Harris ordered.
Ethan popped the lid open and squeezed some onto his palm. He coated his dick as Harris held his gaze, then covered his fingers to rim Harris’s hole. Harris held his gaze as Ethan pushed first one, then two fingers inside. He felt Gabby scoot closer, and turned to look at her. She was focused on his hands, watching as Harris pumped his cock. Ethan moved into position, and Harris, watching them both, spread his thighs wide so everyone had a view of the head of Ethan’s cock moving into his entrance. Gabby sucked in a loud breath and held it.
“Come over here, darlin’,” Harris groaned. “Over my mouth. I want you to watch while I taste you.”
She rose to her knees and moved to hover next to his head, facing Ethan. He read the hesitation, a hint of awkwardness in her eyes. Harris wrapped his hands around her upper thighs and tugged until she straddled him. Then he pulled until her cunt was inches from his mouth. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back when his tongue stroked over her swollen folds. It was nearly Ethan’s undoing.
Gods, that was one hell of a hot view. The image would be burned into his retinas forever.
While Harris pulled her to his lips, he rocked his hips against Ethan, a subtle demand. One Ethan was thrilled to comply with. He stroked in, the lube easing his way so his thrusts weren’t as violent as the lust pounding through his body, but neither were they tender or gentle.
Gabby was on fire. There was no other way to describe the intense sensations that consumed her. Harris used his tongue like a master. When his teeth closed over her clit, she decided he was a god. It was so hard to keep her eyes open, to keep her gaze on Ethan as he fucked Harris, but it was too damned erotic to miss. Harris’s teeth closed over her clit and gently tugged, pushing the blaze that ruled her body into an inferno.
Knowing each second’s delay would make her release even more intense, she held back as long as she could. Focused on Ethan to hold it off. The skin was drawn tight over his cheekbones, his lips peeled back in a grimace that exposed his sharp canines. The muscles in his neck, shoulders, and arms were thick and tensed, bunched, and held tightly in check. But he wasn’t immune to the pheromones swamping the air, and he came with a muffled cry. Harris took the opportunity to shove her hard-won control out the window. Teeth on her clit, his fingers thrust into her pussy, twisting to stroke the soft, sensitive spot that made her lose all hope of holding back. She was coming before the second brush over her G-spot.
And she didn’t get the chance to enjoy the blissful feeling either. Ethan put his hands on her hips and pulled her to him. He paused for a short, deep kiss before turning her around and urging her to straddle Harris’s hips. Not that it took much urging when she felt Harris’s cock brush over the folds of her sex. They were on the bed, his feet planted on the ground and her knees on the edge. He was lying back, watching her with such greedy intent she caught her breath. Trembling, she grasped the base of his penis and guided him inside her.
This time she let herself go. Riding him slowly, head thrown back and eyes closed, she knew what was coming when Ethan stepped up behind her. When he brushed her hair away and left one side of her neck exposed. Her heart stuttered, and her belly spasmed, though she couldn’t say if it was from fear of Ethan’s bite or because Harris was buried so deeply inside her. Maybe she was just tired of fighting it, because she didn’t protest when Ethan’s hands closed over her shoulders to hold her still. Or seconds later when those sharp, deadly teeth scraped her skin in a soft caress.
“Say yes, baby,” he murmured, and she heard the yearning in his voice. A yearning she wasn’t ready to admit to but shared. Her delay in responding earned her a sharp nip, not quite enough to break skin. Not enough to mark. He moved his hands to shape her breasts, then tweaked her nipples. “Gabby?”
She groaned, the raw, hoarse sound of desire filling her ears. “What was the question?” she managed to whisper, earning another nip.
“You know,” he said darkly. “I want to make this real. I want to mark you. Claim you. I need to, baby.”
She could hear it in his voice and found it impossible to respond to such naked longing. He took it as an invitation. This time when his teeth closed over the flesh at the hollow between shoulder and neck, he didn’t hesitate. She felt the sharp sting as her skin was punctured, felt as if he somehow lived inside her, and knew despite the amazing healing abilities of her kind, this mark would never fade. Like it or not, she belonged to him now. Irrevocably.
The knowledge should have sent her into a blind panic. Should have set her wolf side clawing at the confines of her mind, and the human woman desperate for flight. It was hard to think of those things while they stoked the flame of her desire higher and higher, though.
Impossible, in fact. They didn’t give her time to think. Before the bite had even trickled one drop of blood, she found herself on her back, once again spread open and tied to the posts.
Harris loomed over her, hips between her thighs, cock nudging her entrance, but he waited until she focused on his face before he began pushing in. His jaw was clenched so tightly she could see a tic on the side of his face. She wanted to reach up and smooth away the tension, but of course she couldn’t move. She did the next best thing and forced her body to relax, limb by limb, muscle by muscle, until she was completely available for his mastery. It felt good to let go, but the look on his face was what really made it worthwhile She could even forgive the triumphant, dominant gleam in his eyes when it was mixed with the rest. Tenderness. Joy.
Adoration.
She was Alice fallen through the rabbit’s hole, but she didn’t care when he began his long, slow strokes. Withdraw to the tip of his cock, then that steady thrust back into her pussy. He left her panting, needy, desperate, and it wasn’t because of the heat. It was all him. Harris of the rigid control, eyes dark and stormy with desire and emotion. She was a little surprised when he bent his face to her neck, opposite of the side Ethan had bitten, but what could it harm? He was a wizard, not a wolf, no matter how deeply her wolf’s instinct said they belonged to him.