Lords of the Were (9 page)

Choosing a loose T-shirt and jeans, she headed downstairs for breakfast, though it was the middle of the afternoon. She found Rafe and Tim in the kitchen, actually cooking. The coffee was just finishing perking in the maker and Rafe was frying bacon while Tim buttered toast. Seeing them so domestic brought a smile to her face as she paused in the doorway, but there was no sneaking up on were wolves. Both brothers turned as she stood there, varying smiles of male satisfaction and welcome on their handsome faces.

“We were going to make you a tray.” Rafe’s gaze zeroed in nicely on her breasts as she walked across the kitchen. She took the spatula from his hand to save the burning bacon.

“That’s okay. It’s the thought that counts.” She flipped the sizzling strips, then reached up to place a gentle kiss on his lips. “Have you got a plate for the bacon? It’s done.”

Rafe shook his head and jumped to action. “I’ll take care of it. Grab a seat and we’ll all have some breakfast.” Allie smiled at the dazed expression on his face as she sauntered towards the table. A big hand shot around her waist as she passed Tim, and brought her up against his hard body. He planted a wild kiss on her lips without even pausing to let her catch her breath.

She was panting when Tim finally eased up, searching his expression for some clue to his feelings. She’d felt his desperate need for her in his kiss, his desire and his…could it be love? They’d spoken of it in passing, but no one had come out and said the actual words. Suddenly, they were what she wanted to hear most in the world.

Tim’s stared at her for a long moment before the wild fire in his eyes subsided. Allie was disappointed, but Rafe bustled around behind them at the table, clanging plates onto the surface and banging pots as he dumped eggs, bacon and other things on each plate.

“You’re beautiful, Allie.”

Tim’s whisper made her catch her breath. The fire in his eyes might be banked, but it was still present, warming her. Suddenly, she was reassured.

“But a little underdressed. You forgot to pack a bra.” A wicked light entered Tim’s eyes as his hands moved upwards, under the hem of her T-shirt.

“I didn’t forget.” When his warm hands cupped her breasts, she felt the glow of arousal reignite in her womb. “Mmm, did I tell you yet how much I love your tits?”

His use of the crude word made her womb clench. Funny, she’d never liked it when men talked dirty to her before. Apparently it had to be the right man.

“You like that?” Tim squeezed her nipples, pushing the T-shirt up farther, out of his way.

“Hey!” Rafe banged the spatula down on the table, but he was grinning from ear to ear as he watched them. “Breakfast first. We’ll save that titty for later.”

She shivered and Tim rubbed her nipples one last time before releasing her with a slap on her rump.

“She likes it when we talk dirty, Rafe.”

“And I like the way her nipples are practically poking through that shirt.”

Tim bowed his head with a grin. “Just wanted to provide an enticing view over which to enjoy our meal.”

Allie tried to scold them but found herself laughing instead. “Are you going to stare at my breasts all day or eat?”

“How about we do both at the same time?” Rafe teased her, reaching out to pinch one of her hard nipples through the thin fabric of her T-shirt. She fairly jumped out of her seat, she squirmed so hard. “Take off the shirt, Allie. Let us enjoy looking at you.”

“No.” Allie made a show of digging into the relatively small portion of food Rafe had put on her plate.

“Aw, come on, sweetheart,” Rafe wheedled as he started chomping on his own giant serving of breakfast. Tim ate quietly at her other side, but watched all with those knowing, wicked eyes of his. “Just give us a little flash.”

“You saw enough before.”

“Never enough,” Rafe disagreed with a hot grin. “If it were up to me, I’d keep you naked all the time. Tim, can’t we make a law like that or something? Females must be naked at all times when home with their mates?”

Tim chuckled. “I don’t think that would go over too well with the Council, considering half of them are female.” Rafe sighed. “I guess you’re right.”

Allie was amazed again by how quickly these were could demolish a huge amount of food. She ate steadily from her much smaller plate, but still the twins finished well before her.

“No, we can’t make a law about it,” Tim thought over his last remaining piece of toast, “but there’s no reason why we can’t do our best to keep our own mate naked.”

Rafe grinned as he stood. “Brilliant idea, brother.” He moved behind Allie’s chair as she eyed him suspiciously, but he was just too quick. His hands moved down to cup her ample breasts, rubbing the fabric of her shirt over them as the desire renewed in her quickening body.

“That shirt offends me, Rafe.” Tim’s stared into her eyes as he pushed back from the table. “Get rid of it.”

“With pleasure.” Rafe reached down and grabbed at the hem of the shirt, pulling upward. She tried to resist, but it was a half-hearted attempt at best. The look on Tim’s face was scrambling her senses. He sat back, watching, as if he were the lord and master. Something about the way he gave orders was turning her on in a major way.

“Do you think her nipples are too soft?” Tim wondered, addressing his twin as if Allie weren’t even there.

“I’ll pinch them and see if that helps,” Rafe offered, suiting words to action as he pinched her nipples hard.

“Hey!” Allie objected to the rough treatment, but was ignored as Rafe continued to play with her newly excited nipples.

“Speak only when spoken to, woman.” Tim’s order snapped her attention back to him. “We’re the masters of your pleasure. Your place is to obey and serve our pleasure. Understood?” What was this, she wondered, some kind of kinky game? If so, it was making her wet. She’d never been commanded in the bedroom before, but then they were in the kitchen. She’d never made love in a kitchen before either, but it looked like she was in for all kinds of new experiences with these two rascals.

“I asked, is that understood?” Tim’s voice was sharper, his expression daring.

Uncertain, she nodded.

Rafe bent down over her, plucking at her nipples while he whispered in her ear. “Answer ‘yes, master’ when asked a direct question, woman.” He bit down on her earlobe, making her gasp, but she thought she understood the dominance game they’d decided to play.

Tim stood and walked up to her as Rafe stood behind. She was still seated in the chair, between them.

“I’ll have to punish you if you disobey, woman. For the last time, do you understand?”

She looked up at him, weighing her decision to go along with this game and suddenly she realized she wanted these men too badly to resist. She knew they wouldn’t hurt her and they’d already shown her the greatest pleasure she’d ever known. She believed she was safe with them. Safe to explore this mysterious facet of her sexuality she hadn’t known existed. Making her decision, she smiled up at Tim and watched the fire sweep full blast back into his eyes.

“Yes, master.”

Rafe’s fingers tightened on her nipples even as Tim stepped closer.

“Good. Now unfasten my pants.” Trembling with excitement, she raised her hands to the task, finding no underwear beneath the snug denim, just all hard, ready man. “Take my cock out and put it in your mouth, woman.”

She followed his commands, her own desire skyrocketing as she leaned forward to take him in her mouth. Rafe’s hands slipped away and she dimly heard his zipper rasp down as she applied herself to Tim’s hard cock. Soon she had him pulsing with need and it made her feel proud. She’d never been very good at giving head, or so her former boyfriends had claimed, but she’d never really wanted to do it before either.

But something about these two men—her mates, if they were to be believed—made her want to please them in every way possible. Giving them pleasure gave her pleasure as well, as if their desires were reflected back, multiplying her own.

She sucked Tim while Rafe moved around, clearing off the table. Allie was aware of his movements, but her mind was focused on Tim, her eyes watching his as she looked up. His hands were clenched in her hair,

guiding her movements, but he was careful not to overwhelm her, for which she was grateful.

“Enough,” Tim ordered, pulling her away from his cock by tugging on her hair. It didn’t quite hurt, but his sure movements reminded her just who was in charge of this lovemaking session. “Bend over the table.” The sharp command made her realize Rafe had cleared the table completely and was now standing naked at its side.

“I think the chair would be better, brother. I want her mouth.” The way Rafe looked at her nearly melted her bones. This was a man near the edge of control.

“Perhaps you’re right. Over the chair, wench.” Allie tried to comply, but she didn’t quite understand how they wanted her to position herself. Hesitating, she considered whether she should grab the back of the chair or place herself across the seat.

Tim’s hand swatted her jeans-clad butt and she jumped. That was no love tap, but a real spank! Tim sighed as she looked back at him.

“You’re still standing, wench. You’re disobeying already.”

“I think she needs to be taught a lesson,” Rafe piped in helpfully, his voice thick with arousal.

Tim nodded at his twin. “Yeah, I think you’re right.” He took a seat in the chair and positioned her in front of him. “Take off the jeans.” Uncertain, Allie removed her jeans hesitantly.

“And the panties.” Rafe nodded toward her plain white cotton panties and she slipped them off as well. When he held out his hand, she hesitated only slightly before giving them to him. Rafe brought the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply before placing them on the table at his side.

She stood naked before the two men. Tim shimmied in his seat and worked his jeans off over his butt, pausing there to beckon to her.

“Tug these off the rest of the way, woman.”

She complied, moving to crouch down in front of him and tug from the front, but he stayed her. His big hands circled her waist and turned her, guiding one leg between his so her bare ass was presented to him as she bent over his foot, tugging at his boot, and then his pant leg. She just knew he was getting an eyeful with her in this position. She could feel his gaze raking over her.

He put one finger into her folds while she bent over the other foot, shocking her upright. A stinging slap to her ass reminded her to bend over and his finger pushed deeper within, swirling through the folds of her pussy, slipping in the wet arousal these men caused just by breathing.

She had his boots and jeans off completely now, but his hand at her waist kept her in position.

“Stay right there, Allie.” Rafe moved up in front of her and placed his hard cock against her lips. “You know what to do with this, right?” His wicked smile challenged her, even as Tim’s long finger began to push in and out of her tight channel.

She took Rafe’s cock into her mouth and licked him as he groaned.

He put his hands on her head and began to thrust, just as his brother added another finger to her cunt and they started a rhythm. Impaled on both ends, Allie writhed between the two men, hotter than she’d ever been in her life.

This wasn’t her! She did not behave this way. At least she never had before. But then, she’d never been with such magnificently sexual men before. She’d never wanted to be so wanton before, but she was fast learning to crave it. She was fast learning to crave them.

“Fuck! Her mouth is hot.” Rafe talked above her to his twin. The idea of having them both there, talking about her while they did such outrageous things to her body made her womb clench.

“Almost as hot as her pussy,” Tim agreed. “I bet her ass is even better.” He paused, pulling his wet fingers from her core. “Let’s try it and see.”

Shockingly, Tim’s wet finger moved to her anus. She tried to rise, but Rafe’s strong hands on her back stayed her.

“Easy girl, he won’t hurt you. He’s just trying you on for size.” Rafe’s chuckle did little to calm her suddenly pounding heart. Her mouth was still full of Rafe’s cock or she would have objected, but Rafe gave her no room to maneuver. He held her head in place on his shaft, moving shallowly in and out and giving her no choice but to obey.

She was scared and it translated in every clenched muscle in her body, but the twins apparently knew what they were doing. As Rafe soothed her with his slow, stroking motions that kept her prisoner, but gentled her at the same time, Tim moved slowly around the tight rosette, dragging moisture from her pussy to make his way easier.

With gentle motions, she felt him probing where no man but them had gone before. Incredibly, it made her hotter, but she was still afraid of what they ultimately wanted to do to her there. A finger was one thing, but these men were both very well endowed.

“Push out, Allie,” Rafe whispered, bent over her body, trapping her and apparently watching every move his brother made. “He’s almost in.” Tim worked his finger inside gently, stroking hidden nerve endings that made her passion rise higher. She couldn’t believe how good it felt.

He got her used to the possession of one finger before he drew back and added a second finger. She gasped at the momentary stretching, grabbing Rafe’s hands and squeezing as he gentled her, but then her muscles accommodated him and Tim had stretched her around two of his large fingers.

It didn’t hurt. Well, not much, and the pleasure was still there. And growing. The very idea that these men possessed her in every way she could imagine stirred her blood as nothing and no one ever had before.

“Oh, that’s hot.” Rafe growled above her as Tim’s fingers slid in and out of her ass.

“Not long now,” Tim agreed, though she shivered at the thought of one of their marvelous cocks taking the same path as Tim’s fingers. As big as Tim’s fingers were, his cock—and Rafe’s—were much, much larger.

The thought of it gave her pause.

Rafe surprised her by pulling back from her mouth. His dick was shiny with her saliva, hard and needy as it stood upright from his body.

He lifted her slightly, bending down to kiss her lips.