Jealous And Freakn' (13 page)

He didn’t disagree. The female sure seemed to enjoy herself and the males didn’t seem to mind sharing in the least. Actually, they seemed quite aroused by the simple act of watching each other.

Slipping his hands from her breasts, he took the initiative instead of waiting for her command, eager to see if she felt as wet as he imagined. Sifting his fingers through her curls to her sex, he groaned at the evidence of her heated readiness. Moisture coated his fingers as he slid them over and around her lips, the slickness lubing his finger to rub over her clit.

She let out a sound between a groan and cry, and panted, “More.”

He dipped a finger into her sex, the damp walls of her channel squeezing his penetrating digit. His breath caught at the tight heat he encountered. God, how good it would feel around his cock.

Apparently, the same idea occurred to her because her hand reached behind to stroke him. “Fuck me, Mitchell,” she whispered. “I need to feel you inside me. Taking me.”

“Shouldn’t we go somewhere else?” He knew once he sank into her, he’d lose himself. Forget everything around him, even the foursome in the clearing. But then again, an audience to his claiming of her? Talk about the ultimate in taboo pleasure.

“I want them to hear us,” Francine whispered as if reading his mind. “I want them to know they’ve turned us on. Let them see you fucking me.” And with those titillating words, she bent over, exposing herself to him. Even in the darkness, with his enhanced eye sight, he could see the moisture glistening on her sex, the invitation to sink himself into her depths and find bliss.

Only an idiot would refuse.

He’d been stupid for long enough.

Grasping his cock, he rubbed it against her, wetting the head of his shaft before pushing the crown into her. Sweet freakn’ heaven. Her channel clutched him tight, and he stopped a moment to enjoy the exquisite feel of her. Francine, though, apparently had reached the end of her patience.

“Stop making me wait, dammit. I’ve waited long enough.” She rammed herself back against him, sheathing him quickly and fiercely. Mitchell couldn’t prevent the yell that burst from him. Fuck, that felt good.

He dug his fingers into her ass cheeks, determined to control the pace lest he come too quick. But his feisty Red had other ideas as she rocked back and forth, sucking his length in and out of her pussy, her low moans constant as she set the pace, a rhythm that got faster and faster.

Mitchell just hung on for the ride, his body slapping into hers with a fleshy smack, over and over, the tight glove of her sex bringing him to the edge…

A ripple went through her channel, squeezing him in undulating waves, and a low scream vibrated from her as she came. Pulling her body up, their bodies intimately meshed, he bent until his face was buried against her upper shoulder. His hips held the pistoning rhythm as she came. His own climax hit and with a roar of “Mine!” he shot his seed into her as he sank his teeth into her shoulder, marking her as his.

* * * *

Was there such a thing as too much pleasure? If so, she’d found it as her vision saw stars, her heart raced like it would fly out of her chest, and her body exploded into what felt like a million gloriously sated pieces. Even more awesome, judging by the trembling and panting body curved against her back, Mitchell suffered from it too.

Coming back to her senses, she peered at the clearing only to see the foursome still going at it, not even stopping to take note of the momentous event that just occurred. Mitchell had marked her.

And once she marked him back, they’d belong to each other forever. His wet cock slid from her as he turned her in his arms into a hug that pressed them together, skin to skin.

“I love you, Mitchell,” she whispered against his chest, her ear pressed against it, soothed by the erratic beat of his heart.

“I love you too, Red. I just wish it hadn’t taken me this long to figure it out.”

“So now what?” she asked, glancing up at him, loving how he already gazed down at her with such a soft expression.

“Now, we leave those guys to finish their business and we go find a bed before I forget myself again and take you like an animal.”

“But I liked it,” she sassed. “A lot.”

His chest rumbled with laughter. “As did I. But, I don’t need you suffering from a relapse.”

“I’m fine.”

“Humor me.”

“Fine. But only because you bit me. Just so you know, though, I will be biting you back, preferably while riding you cowgirl style.”

“It’ll have to wait until your place is ready because my family might hear.”

“So try and stay quiet.”

He groaned. “You are incorrigible.”

“Yes, and insatiable,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss him.

He only allowed a light embrace before stepping away, his sated cock already trying to rise. “Bad wolf. Come on before I forget my good intentions, again.”

“Spoilsport.” Shifting into their wolf skins, she took stock of her body as they trotted back. She didn’t feel any twinges at all where she’d been shot. Actually, she felt great. And more than ready for another round.

As they made their way back to his house, they heard the howls, yeowls, and other wild sounds signalling others of their kind who’d chosen to roam the wood tonight, enjoying the full moon. It still shocked her that Mitchell had stayed to watch the foursome they’d caught going at it. It seemed Mitchell was a voyeur, the sight of others enjoying erotic pleasures a turn on, which gave her such hope that in the near future, once Alejandro claimed her as well, perhaps they could indulge in something equally naughty.

Even if they took turns, just having him there, watching, getting turned on… Damn, they needed to get back quick or she’d jump his ass again here in the woods, bed or not.

It seemed to take forever for them to reach their piles of clothes, now neatly folded, probably courtesy of his mother. They dressed in silence, although the heated looks fairly screamed. He kept peeking at her as she dressed, the bulge of his cock impossible to ignore. She didn’t even pretend. She just stared at him outright and licked her lips. They snuck into the house, the soft sound of the television in the living room letting them know not everyone had left to enjoy the night air. Creeping up the stairs, she fought hard not to giggle. Talk about a flashback to teenage years.

They made it to his room and he shut the door then locked it before turning to face her with glittering eyes. She flopped on the bed and grinned.

“Found the bed. Why are you still wearing clothes?”

Muttering something about bossy woman, smiling as he did, and with an erection that showed it didn’t irritate him in the least, he stripped.

She did the same, until she lay on his bed naked, the flames of her arousal already lit. She would have thought their satisfying encounter in the woods would have sated her somewhat, but oddly, she found herself even more frantic for him than before. She yanked him down beside her on the bed, then rolled atop him, straddling his waist.

“Now I’ve got you where I want you,” she whispered.

“Move a little more south and you’ll be right where I want you,” he said back with a leer.

Dirty talk again from her Mitchell. How awesome. She wiggled her ass against his shaft, which butted against her. She lifted herself and poised herself over the crown of it then looked at him coyly. “Do you mean here?”

“Almost,” he said, his voice strained.

She’d torture him later. Right now, she wanted the same thing he did. His cock buried inside of her. She sat down hard, enveloping his prick in a swift motion that saw his hips bucking, and he bit his lips when he would have shouted.

“Shh,” she taunted. “We don’t want anyone to come checking on us,” she whispered.

His eyes glittered and a smile curved his lips as he thrust up into her, gyrating his pelvis enough to rub on her G spot. It was her turn to bite her lip lest she gasp aloud. “You did that on purpose,” she hissed.

He just grinned wider. Oh God, just like her, the idea of getting caught made him wild.

Two could have so much fun playing that game. Digging her nails into his pecs, she rode her wild wolf, bouncing up and down on his rigid length, suctioning him tight with her sex. He teased her mercilessly back, the fingers on one hand reaching out to tweak her pointed nipples while the other slid between their bodies and toyed with her clit. Her passion built up fast and furious, a coiling pressure inside that needed relief.

When she feared crying out at the intense beauty of it, she flopped forward, crushing her breasts against his chest and burying her face into the curve of his neck. Still, though, she rocked on him, her bliss building and building until it exploded and she opened her mouth wide on a scream over his skin, but instead of loosing what surely would have been an ear-shattering sound, she bit down.

Mitchell went wild under her, his hips pumping up into her, strangled moans the only sound he dared make as she finally claimed her Mitchell.
My mate, for now and ever.

Collapsing in a sweaty heaving heap on top of him, she enjoyed the gentle touch of his hands as they rubbed circles on her back. So sated and happy was she in that moment that when Chris shouted, “Are you done making the bed shake? The damn plaster is falling in the living room,” she didn’t even mind when Mitchell dumped her on the mattress and went tearing out of the bedroom buck naked.

It’s official. I’m one of the family.

Chapter Twelve

Francine sensed him before he even had a chance to knock, jumping up from her scrubbing position on her knees to fly to the door. She flung the portal open and threw herself in Alejandro’s arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs about his waist.

“Now that’s a welcome,” he quipped in her ear, squeezing her back just as tight.

“What took you so long?” she asked as he carted her clinging frame into her town house.

“My bike died. I ended up having to wait for my brothers to show up with my car and Ignacio’s pickup truck. They took my bike back to see if they can bring it back to life, and I drove back here as fast as I could.”

“You should have called,” she admonished.

“I, um, kind of got mad when the bike died and might have pitched my phone,” he admitted sheepishly.

A giggle escaped her. “Naomi’s done that more times than I can count.”

“Where’s the dog?” he asked, letting her slide down his body, a very nice body that she’d missed.

“Here.” Mitchell came out of the kitchen wiping his hands on a dishrag. They came over to her place right after breakfast to work on the rest of the cleanup before the new furniture arrived.

Alejandro left her side to stride over to Mitchell…and held out his hand. A wary look on his face, Mitchell shook it. “Congratulations on your mating.”

A blush crept up Francine’s cheeks. He knew. Was it that obvious? And would it change his intentions toward her? Despite the fact Mitchell would prefer to keep her to himself, she didn’t want to give Alejandro up. The very idea made her wolf whine.

“Thank you, I think. You aren’t pissed?” Mitchell seemed bemused, and Alejandro grinned.

“It’s not about me, but Francine. Besides, I’m sure it’s obvious to you by now just how much of a handful she is. It will be nice to have an extra set of hands helping out, not to mention another body to protect her should the need arise.”

“You mean like now.”

Both men turned to stare at her with grim faces.

“What? It’s not my fault Mitchell was dating a psycho. Anyway, with both of you here, I doubt she’ll try anything. She lost. I won. End of story.”

Judging by the glance they exchanged, they didn’t think so. She, however, wouldn’t live forever looking over her shoulder. Jenny had freaked and lashed out. She had to know she was in major trouble and with no one able to find her, had probably hightailed it out of the province. Maybe even the country. But, let her mate, and soon-to-be mate worry about it. She kind of enjoyed their bristling, macho protector roles. Her wolf liked it too and thought she should thank them—naked.

What a shame Mitchell had flat out stated no to an actual threesome.

“Have you guys had lunch yet?” Alejandro asked, coming back to her side to slide an arm around her waist for a half hug.

Mitchell shook his head. “No. And there’s nothing edible here. Why don’t you go to lunch? I’ve got to go check in with my work. I took the week off to care for Francine and they’re probably wondering if I’m ever coming back.”

Francine’s jaw almost hit the floor, surprised by Mitchell’s suggestion. “Are you coming back?”

“I’ll bring some Chinese for dinner. That is if the cat here isn’t afraid one of his relatives is part of the menu.” Mitchell flashed a grin full of teeth that made Alejandro laugh as he shrugged off the implied insult.

“Cats are never averse to eating pussy,” he replied.

Francine snorted, then laughed at the look on Mitchell’s face. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

Shaking his head, Mitchell strode toward her and pulled her from Alejandro’s side. He enveloped her in a hug of his own, dipping his head to kiss her. Kissed her thoroughly, as a matter of fact, with some tongue, some ass grabbing, and some definite groin grinding. When he finally let her up for air, she panted with flushed cheeks—and an even wetter pussy.

“Since he gets you for the afternoon, you’re mine tonight,” he stated, then he left.

A sigh slipped from her.

“Don’t worry, baby. He’s just making sure I know he’s not going anywhere.”

“I’m sorry, though. That was kind of in your face.”

“Don’t be sorry. I enjoyed it. Watching you get pleasured is highly arousing. And I think your dog enjoys having an audience.”

Francine bit her lips so as to not blurt that being watched wasn’t the only voyeuristic aspect Mitchell enjoyed. She’d have to tread carefully with him if she was to make things work and keep both her men. But, at least knowing how much Mitchell enjoyed watching gave her hope that one day he’d look past his jealousy of Alejandro and realize—make that experience—the fun the three of them could have together.

And maybe she’d grow wings.

Then again, not so long ago, she’d wondered if she’d ever snag the man she’d loved for so long. It just went to show miracles could and did happen.

“Enough of that pensive face. Let’s go eat. I want you fully energized for what I have planned this afternoon.”

“And just what do you have planned?”

“Some pasta for lunch, some pie for dessert, and a chunk of heaven to top it all off.”

“That all?” she teased.

“Oh, there’s the minor matter of claiming the woman I intend to worship for the rest of my life, but I’m sure you don’t care about that part.”

She slapped him in the arm. “Tease.”

“Oh, I intend to be.”

And he lived up to his word. All through their lunch, pressed tightly together in their booth, he tormented her; his hand sliding up her thigh to brush the apex of legs, whispering in her ear, his lips and teeth tugging at her earlobe, everything coming out as an innuendo. She paid him back in kind, though, slipping her own hand under the table to massage his cock through his jeans to his softly groaned enjoyment, teasing him with her own erotic implications until they both just about tore their clothes off, so fiercely did their desire burn.

Excusing herself from the table to go to the washroom, she told herself that she needed a moment to compose herself before they left, but really what she wanted was to wipe the sauce off her shirt before Alejandro gave a show to the whole restaurant sucking it off. Damn, but she would have probably enjoyed that.

Looking into the mirror, she couldn’t believe her appearance. Eyes bright, cheeks flushed, her lips swollen and red from kisses, she appeared a woman in lust—and so totally in love. Odd how she could so easily admit that to herself now, and not just for one man, but two. Mitchell, with his staid ways but simmering passion whom she adored for so long because of his fierce, protective love for his family and friends. And Alejandro with his light-hearted humor, smoldering eroticism, and way of putting her at ease.

She knew what would happen when they got back to her place. Not cleaning, that was for sure, unless his tongue on her pussy lapping at her honey counted. But beyond the sex, she would claim him, and he would claim her. They’d tie themselves together, a love triangle with her as the connecting point. She only hoped she could make it work and keep them both happy.

Wandering back to the table, and her sensual cat, her steps slowed as she saw a pair of women surrounding Alejandro. The interest in their eyes and the tilt of their bodies let her see their blatant interest in her man. Even worse, they were freakn’ gorgeous. Tall, lean with cascading blonde hair and curves that made her feel fat in comparison.

I can’t compare with them.
A part of her knew she was letting jealousy and insecurity dig its claws in, but seriously, even that knowledge couldn’t change the fact Francine would never have that type of model look. Could she let Alejandro bind himself to her forever knowing she’d probably get even chubbier after they had babies? Would he even want her? How could she…

Turning abruptly, not even excusing himself to the chattering women, he smiled at her, and only her, his eyes lighting up. He held out his hand. “There you are, baby. Are you ready to go home?”

Was she? He never even spared the other women a glance when they strutted off in a huff. The expression in his gaze screamed, “Trust me.” She remembered something her grandmother once said, and it had struck her odd at the time but now made so much sense; “Love is taking a leap of faith.”

And oh, how she loved the man before her. She extended her hand and he clasped it, drawing her into him.

As if he’d read her doubts and insecurities, he murmured, “No one can compare to you, baby. Let me show you.”

She nodded her head and let him lead her from the restaurant. They climbed into his car, a boring four door Intrepid, so unlike his persona, that she had to ask him, “Why the grown up sedan?”

“Big backseat.”

His words penetrated and she slapped his arm, jealousy making her speak without curbing her tongue. “You’d better get it steam cleaned.”

“What?” He peered over at her, saw her lips set in a mulish line, and laughed. “You thought I— Never mind, it’s obvious what you thought, but that’s actually not what I meant. Until you, I never liked sleeping with a woman and sometimes I was a little too tipsy to drive. So, the big back seat doubled great as a bed for the times I need to sleep one off before driving home.”

“Oh.”

“Ha. I’ve rendered her speechless and I didn’t even have to put something in your mouth to do it.”

“Thought about ways to gag me, have you?”

“The entire time I was gone,” he admitted with no shame.

“I’d hate for you to go on wondering,” she replied saucily. The desire she’d kept under control through lunch, since the moment he’d returned actually, took over. She wanted Alejandro, needed him. Needed to feel his touch. Needed his love.
Need to claim,
her wolf added pacing her mind, impatient to make this man theirs.

Leaning over, she unzipped his pants, her hand delving in the opening to stroke his semi-hard cock through his briefs.

“This is probably a stupid question, but what are you doing, baby?”

“I am going to blow you,” she stated calmly, bending over further until her face hovered over his lap. Commuters in other vehicles didn’t matter—let them watch. The fact he drove and they courted danger couldn’t stop her—they’d heal. The raging fire inside her demanded action, and she obeyed.

“But the traffic… Aren’t you…Aaahh.” He ended his feeble protests on a sigh as she pulled him free and sucked him into her mouth. Up and down, she worked his shaft, her lips pulled taut over his girth, her teeth lightly grazing his skin. The more she suctioned, the more his cock hardened, the fat vein on the underside pulsing erratically against her tongue. Oh to taste his essence, to make him lose control.

Faster and faster, she bobbed, only vaguely noticing the car stopped. Impatient hands pulled her up. Alejandro’s lips found hers and latched on for a scorching kiss. The same urgency that imbued her came through in his embrace. His lips slid over hers, devouring, sucking, tasting, his tongue melding with hers until she didn’t know where one began and the other stopped.

That wasn’t all he did, though. His hand crept up her thigh, rubbing against her core through the fabric of her slacks, making her moan against his mouth. Wet, so fucking wet.

Heart pounding madly, sex throbbing deliciously, she could only moan incoherently, straining against the hand that stroked her, begging for a more intimate touch.

Sensing her need for more, he unbuttoned her pants and slid his hand in. Fingers slid through her curls to find her clit and rub it. She gasped against his mouth, her hips jerking as her body reacted to his caress.

“Aren’t you supposed to be driving?” she panted, wondering with a distant humor if they were stopped in traffic with an audience. How exciting.

“I found us a parking garage.”

“A what?” She allowed herself a quick glance around, noting they were in a fluorescent lighted area, with cars parked all around them.

“I need you, Francine.” He said the words in a rough voice, his urgency clear in his eyes and tone.

“Then let’s put that back seat of yours to good use.” She managed to squeeze between the front seats into the back, but when he would have followed, his bigger frame got caught. She couldn’t help the husky giggle as he cursed and squirmed, unable to fit himself through the small space.

And of course she didn’t help matters. Cupping her breasts, she stroked her thumbs over erect peaks that strained against the fabric of her top. “Hurry, Jag. Hurry and get back here before I take care of myself.” She coasted a hand down her body and slid her hand into the opening of her pants, right into her panties and cupped her moist sex. She moaned, not just at the heat of her pussy, but the wild light in his eyes.

In a flash, he’d pulled himself out of the wedge between the front seats and got out of the car. Opening the rear passenger door, he hesitated before entering. With his pants already undone and his cock straining through the opening, he was the picture of a male out of control. And she’d done that. What a heady feeling.

He pushed his jeans down around his knees before clambering in. Francine, already sprawled lengthwise on the seat, held her arms out for him. He fell on her, his mouth hungry for a kiss, his hands impatiently yanking at her slacks, tearing them the rest of the way down.

The windows steamed up as they embraced and stroked, frantic in their need, desperate to reach that blissful peak.

“Now, Jag, I need you.” She hiked a leg up, looping her calf over the driver seat, spreading herself for him. He wasted no time, driving his cock into her moist core, his hard thrust filling her up so deliciously and satisfying the part of her that had missed him so much.

“Oh fuck, baby. I need you so freakn’ much,” he growled as he pumped. “Those days without you were pure torture,” he panted as he claimed her with his cock.

Her fingers dug into his back as she arched into his thrusts, her own desire just as great. “I love you, Jag, so much it almost hurts. I want you forever.” Would die without him in her life. Hell, she’d probably expire if she didn’t come soon as well.

“I’m already yours,” he whispered, burying his face into her neck. “And now the world will know it too.” With those words, he bit her, his incisors sinking into her flesh, marking her, claiming her as his.
His woman. His mate.