Mated to the Wolf (8 page)

“Not me.” His face tightened. “That other one, he was hurting. But me, I’m stronger. I don’t need him anymore.”

Panic raced through her. Samantha’s jaw dropped.
Oh dear gods, the venom, when he took my demon inside, it disabled his powers and made them go loopy.

The truth stood before her, six feet three inches of muscled, angry Ancient shifter. Grayson’s dark side, fueled by her demon.

And his good, compassionate side?

Was back at his cabin, dying.

If she didn’t unite the two Graysons soon, the Ancient would be lost forever.

Somehow, she had to convince this dark, demonic half to join sides. Save the good, weaker Grayson before the wolves returned for him.

I’d have a better chance of building a snow fort in Hell
, she thought. She felt desperate, sick at heart. It wasn’t just her. If Grayson died, the world suffered a tremendous loss. He was needed.

Liar
, the tiny voice inside whispered.
You need him as well
.

Never before had she relied on her good side for help. Maybe it was about time.

Samantha reached for the white light.
Help me
, she silently pleaded.
Help me help him
.

For the first time in six years, thoughts of revenge faded, replaced by a strong desire to rescue her lover. She saw the dark demon before her. Saw its strength, sexuality and courage. She saw herself.
Think, Samantha. When your demon took over, what was your biggest weakness?

Grayson’s smile widened as he looked over her naked body. It was an arrogant smile, filled with cocky self-assurance, minus the tenderness and compassion.

Arrogance. Pride. Sexuality. She could play on these.

“I suppose you’re right. I don’t need him. Not when there is you. You’re so much stronger and sexier.”

He bridled and thrust out his chest. It was working.

A slow smile curled her lips. She ran her hands over her hips, toyed with the moist curls at the apex of her thighs. “Like what you see?”

He nodded, seemingly transfixed.

“You want more, don’t you? I’d like it too, but… I want to try something really different. You say there are two of you now.”

Now a pulse began to beat wildly in his throat. Encouraged, she continued. “Back at your cabin. I came so hard, I saw stars. I want that again, Grayson. I want you. But I have a confession to make, and I don’t want you to think the less of me. It’s this fantasy I’ve had for a long time when I lie alone in bed at night.”

Beneath his heavy, dark brows, his eyes widened. “What is it, sugar?”

She reached up, cupped his ear. “Having two men at once. Not just two men. Two of
you
.”

Sinking back to her toes, she gave him an innocent look. “It’s very naughty of me, isn’t it?”

“Hell,” he said hoarsely.

Deliberately, she tweaked her nipples. “You gave me so much pleasure, Grayson. But imagine two of you at once… Do you think you can do it? Give me enough orgasms to make me scream your name to the rafters?”

A calculating look twined with the lust on his face. Samantha ratcheted up the challenge to his male pride. “Of course, if you’re worried about performing…”

Hard purpose glittered in his gaze. “Never.”

“I’d like to think so, but maybe I’m wrong. I mean, it’s a silly fantasy.” She gave a deep, exaggerated sigh. “That tub looks good. There isn’t any amount of pleasure the two of you can give me I can’t give myself.”

His penis straining, Grayson muttered a juicy curse.
Almost there
.

Deliberately she cupped herself, gave a slow stroke. “So good. It was so…good.”

White showed on his scar as he clenched his fists. He barked a crude oath, seized her wrist. “Get dressed. I’ll show you.”

When they set out on the path again, she sensed his drive. He was seething with lust, whipped by anger. Lancing his pride had worked.

But getting him to reunite with his good half was another matter.

“What happened to me?” Grayson rasped to the empty cabin.

Never had he felt this weak and useless. It was as if someone had stripped away all his strength and cunning.

Warm blood dripped from several cuts and scrapes over his naked body. Even as the lacerations began to heal, he still hurt deep inside. Felt shame.

Shame and pity for those who’d tormented him. And fear, not for himself, but for Samantha. She was alone with his bad self, his darkest half.

Knowing his darkest moments, he wasn’t certain that Grayson could be trusted.

The back door opened. Grayson tensed. They were back and would deliver more pain, more agony. Then he heard Samantha’s light, teasing voice.

“That’s more like it. I imagine you’re quite hungry after that walk. You ate nothing. Would you care for some dessert?”

Clothing rustled. A low, familiar growl sounded. His. Grayson gave a humorless smile as he forced himself to stand. Not many people came face to face with their worst halves.

Had to hide, get out of sight. He thought of Samantha, the sweet purity of her smile, her daring and courage. Something flooded his chest.

Love.

He loved her.

The emotion did not terrify him, or make him scoff. Instead he felt warmth spreading through all his veins. He put a hand to his once-stone cold heart to feel it beating.

But its thump was sluggish. Blood pumped through his veins like viscous oil.
I’m dying
, he realized. Grayson tried to fist his hands, tried to summon strength. He let his love for his mate feed him strength.

And then she walked naked into the room, her arms folded across her ample breasts. A sensual smile touched her full lips.

“Here we are. Look at this. Two of you!”

The Other entered the room. Gray eyes met gray eyes. Shock touched the Other’s expression. Then he cocked his head, studying him as if seeing him for the first time.

Grayson did fist his hands then, and felt strength flow back into him. The throbbing agony in his body had turned to a dull ache. His breathing was labored, but his mind sharpened.

Her naked body gleaming with pearlescent sweat, Samantha sashayed over to him, her hips swaying gently. She swept a hand over his clammy brow.

“Poor Grayson. You look terrible. Let me kiss it…and make it better.”

Energy surged through his veins with the softness of her lips pressing against his. He closed his eyes, drinking in her lips, savoring their wet silk. Samantha kissed her way over his naked, shivering body, the white light shimmering around her, swirling into him.

Healing his injuries and feeding him strength.

Then she stood and he saw the purpose in her gaze.

What the hell was she planning?

“Two of you,” she purred. “Two men at once. My wildest fantasy. But first, a little warming up. It is terribly cold outside and we walked quite a distance.”

Samantha dropped to her knees with a pretty sigh. She unzipped the Other’s jeans and withdrew his penis. Riveted, Grayson watched with fascination.

She laughed, the sound like tinkling bells. Her eyes sparkled as she gazed up at the Other.

“Get ready, sweet thing.”

A wet, red mouth opened wide, encircled the Other’s stiffening cock. He remembered fantasizing about this in the bar, and watched himself wrap strands of her hair around his fist as an anchor.

Watched himself receiving copious amounts of pleasure from each tug of her mouth.

A groan escaped him.

A groan escaped the Other.

Wide blue eyes stared up at the Other as Samantha slid her mouth over the reddened knob, licked a droplet. Her delicate tongue flicked out, teasing and stroking. Then she opened her mouth wide, tilted her head back and took in his manhood. The Other threw his head back and groaned.

She cupped the taut sac, her fingers tunneling through the thicker, coarse hairs of his groin. Then she turned her head, her blue eyes meeting his.

An unspoken thought flickered between them.
Please, hang in there. Use your powers, your healing strength. You can’t die.

The erotic image of Samantha sliding her lush mouth over the Other’s throbbing cock twined with a strong feeling of deep-seated love. He inhaled, felt her healing strength invade his body.

Felt it nudge the dormant powers inside him. They flared, sending warmth to replace the dark coldness.

He was healing himself.

Samantha slid her lips from the Other’s rigid cock. The Other’s eyes flew open and he stared at her.

“Was that good for you?” she whispered.

Seemingly enchanted, the Other nodded, transfixed by her wet, red mouth. Grayson knew suddenly what she planned.

Samantha was going to save him.

Licking her mouth, she looked at both of them, a tinge of nervousness in her wide, guileless blue eyes. “I…don’t know what to do. I’m not that experienced.”

Hell, before me you never were with a man before me, sweetheart
, but Grayson kept his mouth shut.

The moment had to be timed just right, he thought. He had to tune into the Other, let the hard lust overtake him.

Grinning, the Other glanced at him. “Well sugar, here we are. Two of me and we’ll teach you what to do.”

“Yes,” Grayson said softly.

Stronger now, he stood and went to Samantha, seizing her in his arms. Her mouth was warm and soft beneath his, and he savored the kiss. Then he stepped back, and began kissing his way down her body. Her firm breasts, her belly, the soft thatch between her legs.

The Other slid behind her, kissing the back of her neck. Soft sighs assured him Samantha was feeling pleasure.

This has to work
, he thought, surrendering to the pure bliss sure of tasting her sweet skin.
It has to.

This has to work
, Samantha thought desperately. A fever of growing excitement coursed through her veins, knowing these two powerful Ancients were intent on having her.

As the two Graysons began kissing and licking her body, arousal and embarrassment filled Samantha. A flush heated her face and she stiffened, uncertain of what to do.

The good Grayson looked up, desire darkening his gaze. “Let us do the work, sweetheart. We’re going to give you pleasure like you’ve never felt before.”

Against her backside, she felt the bad Grayson feather hot kisses over her shoulders. Then his strong arms slid around her, his hands cupping her breasts. Slowly he tugged and teased her nipples, his long, hard cock pressing against the small of her back. Samantha’s body pulsed with heat as the men made wicked magick with their hands, lips and tongues.

The good Grayson put his hand between her trembling legs, nudging her thighs apart. With his fingers, he gently parted her slick folds and spread them. She flushed, feeling vulnerable, her most intimate place exposed to his hungry gaze. Moisture seeped from her core with every flick of the bad Grayson’s questing fingers.

“So beautiful, so wet for me. But we need you much, much wetter.”

His hands grasped her hips in an iron grip, forcing her still as the bad Grayson continued playing with her nipples. She felt a wet tongue slide over her cleft, tease the taut bud at her center.

Caged between the two powerful males, she could not move. They dominated her, their heavy muscles like solid stone, their powerful arms holding her fast for their mutual pleasure. They played her like a finely tuned instrument, each stroke and caress highly erotic and arousing. Samantha’s head tipped back and she closed her eyes on a shuddering gasp.

Then the bad Grayson pressed his thick, long cock against the crevice of her ass while he continued to gently tug on her nipples. He seized her hips with his hands.

Wedging a thigh between her legs, he spread her wide, then bent his knees and stroked his cock along her wet channel. The round tip teased her pulsing opening as the good Grayson’s tongue laved at her swelling clit.

With a powerful grunt, he thrust into her from behind. She sagged forward, her limbs trembling.

“Easy sugar,” he crooned.

Placing his hands on her back, he forced her to bend over slightly.

Limp with shock, she leaned forward, supported by the bad Grayson’s firm hold on her hips.

Deeply impaled, she felt the Grayson behind her go still, letting her adjust to the awkward position. He was thick and hard and deep inside her. Breath fled her in a shuddering gasp. The hot, teasing strokes at her center continued. Samantha had never envisioned such erotic delight, cradled by the sleek muscles of two men intent on arousing every part of her body.

Two men who are the same man
, she thought in a daze.

Then Grayson’s shaft, hard as stone, began to withdraw and push into her again. Flesh caressed and gripped the thick intruder, coating his maleness with her increasingly copious juices. Samantha began to pant as the strokes between her legs matched the rhythm of the tongue pleasuring her.

I can’t bear it. It’s too much
.

“Stay with us,” the bad Grayson told her. He grunted as he deepened his thrusts, each rocking motion an exact match for the flicking tongue at her clit.

Squirming she pressed against Grayson’s mouth, her hips lifting upward to each drag of his tongue. He took the swollen bud between his teeth and gently clamped down, and then began to suck. One Grayson fiercely driving into her from behind, the other licking her from the front. A hoarse moan tore from her throat as molten heat intensified between her legs, growing sharper, and deeper.

It shimmered like a point of light, and then as he penetrated even deeper from behind, she exploded. Samantha screamed, squeezing his cock and milking it, as the suckling at her center gentled into slow, tender licks. He kept tasting her until the rapturous spasms quieted.

With a slow sucking sound, Grayson pulled out of her tight core. Kneeling at her feet, the good Grayson rested his head against her thigh.

He gazed up at her with worshipful devotion like a loyal supplicant. “So beautiful,” he said thickly. “You are so beautiful to me, Samantha. If a thousand angels fell from heaven, their light would dim beside you.”