Stretching the Rules (5 page)

Jonah loved Hank, she knew it. As much as she did.

“Of course not, but they’ll turn on him if he lets on that I’m… here.”

“It’s not right.”

“No.” That was Jonah, strong and sure. “But that’s how it is. If I don’t hide you, I won’t be able to protect you. The pack will come and destroy you both. If Hank’s lucky, that’s all they’ll do.”

It didn’t make sense to her. Who the fuck cared anymore? Seriously? They were going to make a deal about… about what? They were different. They weren’t hurting anyone.

They were loving each other.

“Hey. Hey, shh.” Hank reached for them, stretching between them as he looked to make peace. “We are who we are. We found each other. How lucky is that?”

Jonah stepped back, but not even he could deny that beseeching touch, and he stepped close enough to take Hank’s hand. “I hate this, boy.”

“Sure you do, it sucks. What’s not to hate?” Hank drew him down, suddenly, surprisingly strong. “But we’re here and we’re safe. Together. Get it?”

The growl in Hank’s chest made her smile. So adorable. So cute.

“Laughing at me.” Hank kissed her, just a little hard, and Liv tangled her fingers in his hair, tugged him back to lay her open mouth on his bare throat.

She wasn’t laughing. She was happy, dammit. She was happy, and she’d like to stay that way for longer than a weekend. She bit down, an unhappy sound in her throat.

“Do you want me to go, Kit?” Jonah asked.

“Of course I don’t, you shit.” She pounced him, next, rolling him on the bed. She was as strong as he was, one on one, and she wanted him to come to bed and be good.

Jonah barked, grabbing her and tossing her across the bed. He was careful not to hurt her, the hands on her arms were almost gentle. Hank groaned for them, moving from headboard to footboard, obviously stressed.

They needed this, though. The two of them, so she pounced again, launching into Jonah’s arms.

This time she didn’t let him throw her; she clung like a burr, touching him, feeling him, making him feel her. “Love you!”

“And I love you!” Jonah roared, his head thrown back. “I never… shit, you two are… But I’m pack. I’m the second in command, and I can’t...”

She knew.

She knew, and she didn’t know how to fix it.

****

Jonah almost sobbed, fighting to put some space between Liv’s soft skin and his. This whole thing was getting too serious, too intense.

Olivia and Hank were temptations molded into flesh, and he wanted them. Both. Permanently.

Liv’s teeth sank into his earlobe, shocking him. “Stop thinking about them. Right now you’re ours. This is a sacred place, outside of time.”

He wished that was true. He did.

Hank was still pacing, almost fuzzy in his worry. It totally freaked the coyote when the apex predators fought. He supposed he understood. A little.

“Boy. Come here.” Jonah held one hand out to Hank, his other arm holding Olivia close. She was right. He was here, now. It was time to love, time to explore and play.

Hank cuddled into his side, fuzzy belly sliding on his hip. Their touches soothed him to the bone, and he hummed, lifting them both and carrying them to the bed. He wanted Olivia mindless with pleasure, screaming for them to push her over the edge.

He wanted her. Now.

Jonah stretched her out on the bed, taking a hard, toothy kiss from Hank before sending him to the head of the bed. “Hold her, boy. I’m hungry.”

Her skin was creamy, the hollow of her belly begging to be touched, bitten. He dragged his fingers up along her legs, dragging the backs against her on the way up and using his palms to massage her on the way down. It took three or four passes before she relaxed, but she did and then Hank began massaging her arms, her wrists, her hands.

She made the best noises, low and nearly subvocal, but they were pitched to echo in his soul, ring in his fucking bones.

He spread her, his mouth watering as he let his eyes take the path his fingers soon would. Up those long, perfect legs, over silky smooth inner thighs and then brushing the glistening black curls that hid perfect pink folds from him. She was tart, sweet, a mixture of apple and honey and cream.

His nostrils flared, the world tightening to the apex of her thighs.

Without Jonah having to ask, Hank reached down, spread Liv with gentle fingers, and bared her cunt to him.

Jonah licked his lips before he went after her, his mouth finding her easily. He moaned as the first hint of her flavor hit his tongue, tart and sweet.

She pushed up with her hips, but Hank held her down for him. “Let him love you, lady.”

“I want that.” Liv moved restlessly, and Jonah licked at her, using his tongue to trace circles around her clit. He loved this, teasing and tasting, bringing them all what they needed.

Liv was so beautiful. So fucking perfect.

He eased his fingers into her body, the ridged muscles gripping him, holding him tight. Jonah hummed, and Hank laughed softly. “Is she so tight, Jonah?”

“She’s perfect.” He lapped at her, playing, trying to give her just enough sensation to push her higher.

She shivered, her thighs shuddering against his shoulders.

He glanced up to see Hank lying beside them, his mouth on Liv’s breast. Hank wore a look that spoke of pure peace. Their amazing boy lived to serve, to give pleasure.

Jonah lived to fuck. Kinda.

He dove back in, pushing another finger deep, stroking her inside as he lapped and sucked as her sensitive clit. He could do this forever, but Jonah knew he wouldn’t need to. His girl would come for them soon.

She was already beginning to purr, to twist and undulate. So strong. Jonah ran his hands over her thighs, feeling her muscles flex.

He fastened his lips over her nub, sucking strongly, making her feel it.

A soft shriek told Jonah he’d struck gold, and he growled, knowing the vibration would make her crazy. That’s what he wanted. Insane horny kitty.

“Sweet lady,” Hank said. “I can smell you.”

Jonah was surrounded in her, drowning in her. All he could do was love her with his mouth and hand, force her to fly. Her cries began to build, filling the air, the sound echoing.

Such a song. Jonah wanted to howl, but his mouth was too damned busy. Come on, girl, he willed. Give it to me.

She came apart for him, her thighs shaking around him, her cunt clamping down on his fingers.  A wild power surged through him, and he nuzzled her, drawing the pleasure out.

God, she rocked him to the core of his being.

“Fuck her for me now, Jonah? I want to see you both.” Hank stroked his arm, making him shiver.

“I want you to be with us, baby,” Jonah told Hank. “I want to feel you. You’re hiding over there.”

“Not hiding, I promise.” Hank tilted his head, clearly pondering the situation. Finally Hank nodded as though he’d come up with a plan, his blue eyes lighting up. “You two shift it for a minute, let me be in the middle of the bed.”

Jonah glanced up at Liv, who looked well-satisfied, her eyes heavy-lidded. “Now he’s giving us orders?”

“I’m game if it gets me what I want.”

“What’s that?” he asked.

Liv smiled, the curve of her lips saying she wanted naughty things. “More orgasms.”

Jonah nodded, shrugged, then let his beautiful boy in. Hank slipped to the middle of the bed, then rearranged the pillows to prop himself up against the headboard, his cock pointing toward the ceiling. “Now Liv can lay back on me while you fuck her.”

“Mmm.” Teasing his boy and loving his kit at the same time. Perfect.

“Torture him, kit.” Jonah winked at her, knowing her sweet round ass would rub Hank’s cock mercilessly.

“In the best possible way, Jonah.” She leaned back, snuggling right up against Hank’s needy cock.

Hank moaned, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. Jonah grinned, the sight of them together raising him to even higher appreciation.

Hank’s fingers trailed down her belly, spreading her legs for him. That tanned, scarred hand looked utterly male against Liv’s smooth skin, revving Jonah’s engine. Liv was wet, slick for him, curls soaked.

Licking his lips, Jonah moved close, sliding between both their sets of spread thighs. Hank hummed, the moan low and sweet, needy.

Yeah. He could sort of fuck them both this way, and Jonah loved that idea. A lot.

He reached down, cupped Hank’s balls and squeezed.

“Jonah!” Hank arched up, pushing Liv into the air, her breasts bouncing. Liv’s laughter filled the room, just ringing out.

“He’s so easy,” Jonah said.

“He’s right here,” Hank murmured.

Jonah nodded, met Hank’s gaze. “Thank God for that.”

Beaming for him, Hank rocked his hips again, raising and lowering Liv. “We’re ready.”

Laughter bubbled through him, and Liv’s full lips quirked at him. This whole position was as ridiculous as it was sexy. Jonah pushed an inch closer to circle his hips, his cock prodding Liv’s pussy. The touch of her wet heat made him grunt, his balls drawing up tight.

She made him crazy. The heat from her body and Hank’s tugged at him, drawing Jonah in as always.

His cock was wrapped in pure velvet bliss, her sweet body begging for his prick. Fuck, yes. Jonah sank deep, his moan loud and harsh. Her cries mingled with Hank’s, the sounds creating a melody.

Jonah began to move, pushing in then pulling back, his balls swinging. Hank’s fingers were on Liv’s breasts, giving him the visual of those perfect, hard nipples. Jonah bent and kissed each one, a maneuver that made his back bend a little too much, but the tiny ache was worth it.

Hank plucked at her, and Jonah felt it around his cock. Connected. They were all connected.

His eyelids felt heavy, his body moving on its own accord. Instinct drove him, and there was no way Jonah could stop now. Not with the heat and wet and sweat. The scent of them drove him crazy—a mixture of honey and musk, want and need.

Hank met his stare head on, smiling over Liv’s shoulder at him, those golden eyes hot with need and love. Generous boy.

Fuck, he was a lucky son of a bitch. Jonah grinned, a baring of teeth that he knew had to look feral as hell. Liv reached up to pinch his nipples, making him yelp.

He slammed in deep, driving into her, which pressed her down against Hank. He felt the way they both gave beneath him, surrendering to him.

“Mine.” Jonah growled the word, wanting to mark them both.

“Ours,” Liv murmured, scoring his chest with her nails.

“Yours.” Hank grinned like a dork, goofy with lovemaking. They didn’t get to see Hank glow like this often enough.

He wished…

Liv pinched his nipple hard. “Focus.”

“I am.” Jonah doubled his efforts, his hips slapping Liv’s skin. Hank’s, too. Heat grew like wildfire as they moved together.

They raced along like a freight train, and Jonah bent to kiss Liv again, her soft lips inviting him, her moan sweeter than any flower. The sharpness of her claws only made her better.

Hank touched him, letting him feel everything, their warmth and desire humbling him. He tilted Liv’s hips, the wild yowl proving he hit a good spot. She was going to come apart again soon, her body gripping him, squeezing.

“Touch her, boy,” he demanded. “Make her come for me.”

“Yes, sir.” Hank did as he was told, pushing a hand between Jonah and Liv, finding where their bodies came together. Jonah felt when Hank found her clit, teasing her so that her cunt clamped down on him.

Liv snarled, the sound pure predator, all hunting cat. She scratched at him, trying to thrash. He barked sharply, one hand on her chest.

“Fuck you.” Liv bared her teeth. “Better yet, fuck me. Jonah. Please.”

“I am.” He found Hank’s rhythm, or Hank found his, and they worked together. They made Liv crazy, made her scream. He could sense her climax—in her cries, in the way she fluttered around him. She shook, grinding back against Hank, then up against him.

Jonah shouted, his body convulsing when he came. He shot so hard his bones rattled under his skin.

Olivia moaned, her expression pure bliss, tongue flicking out to wet her lips.

“Now we can make our boy come, Kit. Don’t you think?” Jonah asked.

“Sounds like the best plan.”

“I think so, too.” Jonah rose up on his knees, pulling Liv with him.

She was trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, clinging to him for a moment and demanding a kiss. He gave it, hand on her ass as he held them together.

Hank rolled up, showing off his muscles, and joined their kiss, moving restlessly, skin on fire. Jonah had to grin, the need in their pup more than a little desperate.

“Help me, Liv.” Jonah took her hand and tugged it down to close it around Hank’s stiff cock.

Together they jacked Hank, working the hard, needy cock, hands squeezing around the tip.

Hank squirmed and howled, his abandon so fucking sexy. Hank threw his head back, belly and throat exposed.

“He gives it up so well,” Olivia said, using her free hand to stroke Hank’s belly.

“He’s a perfect slut for us.” He took Hank’s mouth, tongue pushing in hard.

Hank pressed up against them, writhing, completely out of control. Jonah gloried in Hank’s desire, in the easy, eager love.

“Going to come for us soon, baby?” Jonah asked.

“Yes. Yes, please. Love.” The single word meant everything. Everything in the world.

Jonah nodded at Liv, who gave him a dreamy smile before slapping the tip of Hank’s prick hard.

Spunk sprayed from the tip, spurting wildly between them. Bingo.

“I love how you smell, Hank,” Liv said. “Love you.”

“Love.” Hank’s eyes rolled back in his head, their boy clearly lost in his pleasure.

“God, he’s pretty, isn’t he?” Liv leaned against Jonah, her hair brushing his cheek.

“He is.” Now it was time to clean up, curl up together and groom. Jonah didn’t have to leave until tomorrow, and he didn’t want to think about the shadow of the pack hovering over him.

He didn’t want to think about anything but how good it felt to hold them.

“Did you text him?” Olivia was smoking a cigarette. Hank hated when she smoked.