Theirs to Claim (3 page)

Confused and afraid, she started thrashing again. Rion stepped harder into her, lifting her nearly off her feet, his cock pushing between the globes of her ass. His teeth nibbled where her shoulder and neck met, his growling louder and more threatening.

“Don’t fight him. He can’t help his need. Rion, you are scaring her, brother.”

“No, Quin, I am not. I can smell her want. I can smell her need. She wants me. She wants this,” he whispered against her flesh, flexing his hips against her.

Zelina couldn’t stop the moan that escaped. Something felt right, despite her fear. With his hands on her, she couldn’t think straight.

“She doesn’t understand yet, Rion. She has to accept it. There is no other way.”

Zelina could feel the tenseness in Rion behind her. He was holding himself so tight it felt as if he was close to shattering. She didn’t understand the undercurrents, didn’t know why she wanted to make him feel better, but she did. When she twisted her wrist a little, he let it go, then rested one hand against her body, his other palming the wall. Lifting her hand, she tucked it behind his right ear, under his hair, and rubbed the spot. He exhaled against her, his forehead touching her shoulder as he breathed deeply in and out.

“Better?” she asked before she could even stop herself and realize what the hell she was doing.

“Yes,” Rion answered, his voice nearly cracking, and somehow she felt it was okay. He relaxed behind her, pulling her away from the wall and spinning them both until his back was to the wall and she rested against him. When she tried to step away, his arms tightened on her waist.

“Let me go.”

“I’m not that okay.”

“I. Said. Let. Me. Go.”

“Not happening,” he returned, gripping her tighter.

“What are you called?” Quin asked before she could toss back another retort.

“Zelina. But they call me Z.”

Quin made a graceful bow, so old-world that Zelina was charmed to her toes. Did they even make men like him anymore?

“My name is Tarquin, and that is Centurion. Quin and Rion for short.”

“Your mother cursed you with those names, huh?”

Quin chuckled, but it was Rion who answered. “Ancient Rome didn’t see a problem with it. Our names were a rave at the time. There are kings that shared Tarquin’s name. Mine, well, the name is military related, so it said I had strength.”

“In those times, that was important,” Quin finished, a chuckle still in his voice.

Chapter Nine

“In those times? Did you say ‘in those times’?”

In one rush, the fear was back. She was in a room with two things that were animals before. They spoke of ancient Rome as if that wasn’t crazy as hell, and they had teeth so much like Brian. Brian, the one who attacked her. Who was injured by water. Who chased her down for his next meal and ripped into her throat like a ravenous animal. Fear clouded her vision, tears filling her eyes. For a moment of sexual desire, she had been at ease, even reacted to one of her captors’ frustration. She had
wanted
to soothe one of the men who could very well be ready to kill her.

She had lost her mind. All because of some stupid blind date, she was surrounded by things that should never have existed. She couldn’t even bring herself to say in her mind the name they were called. To say the name, even to herself, seemed as though it would make it more real, as though the things that went bump in the night really did exist and she was the unlucky bastard to meet three on the same night. She swore then, that if she got out of this, she was going to never date again, nor would she ever talk to Jezzie again. The girl had a serious butt-kicking coming. The feel of Rion’s teeth scraping her pulse had her gasping in fear-edged desire. The combination scared her even more.

Grabbing her throat frantically, feeling for the wound Brian had left, she tried with all her might not to let the tears fall. She wasn’t ready to die, and she had put herself in a position that made it easier for them to do whatever they wanted to her. She didn’t know how the first wound had healed, but she knew for a fact that Brian had bitten her, remembered the pain as his fangs ripped into her flesh.

Vampyre movies had it all wrong. There was nothing remotely sexy about it. Hearing the name of what they were in her head finally shattered any desire she had felt, shattered any misconceived notion that a vampyre was a thing to hope for and crave when you’re under your covers late at night reading some book. They killed things, and they were going to kill her. She felt more than heard Rion’s growl then as her body strained away from his touch and she craned her neck away from his seeking lips.

“Zelina. Zelina, look at me.”

She refused Quin’s command, forcing her body to still, to be silent, and to wait. When the attack came, she would do whatever she could to get away. She knew, from Brian, she had no chance to succeed, but she couldn’t just lie back and die quietly. It wasn’t in her to do it. She waited, stayed as still as possible as Rion growled at her lack of submission behind her and Quin stepped steadily forward. When his hands framed her face, she swung out with one leg, determined to smash his balls into his throat, and threw one elbow into Rion’s rib cage with everything she had. If she was lucky, she’d get them to let go of her long enough to reach the pitcher of water on the end table. That water would give her enough time to get away just as it had with Brian.

She wasn’t lucky . . .

Chapter Ten

She was flying, literally flying in the air, a roar still ringing in her ears. Both strikes marked for Rion and Quin had failed. Moving so fast their bodies were a blur, Quin had grabbed Z’s flying foot, using the opportunity to clasp her leg around his waist—his bare waist. The ridge of his cock slid against her clit with eerie precision. The practiced move had her back arching, head falling back on a very mad, very hard Rion, who nipped her shoulder in punishment before leaping into the air with her and his brother in tow. It all felt as though it were moving in slow motion as Quin kept a tight grip on her, landing on his back without even a bounce, her on top of him and Rion over them both, cock poised on her ass. How the man could move and never lose his place was beyond her.

The change was not only in Rion. She had pushed Quin too far as well. His teeth were bared, blue eyes sparking with fire. Blue eyes. The same eyes in the wolf that had attacked Brian. The same wolf she had woken up beside. She tried to say something, but Quin had run out of patience. He gripped her head and dragged her mouth down to his. She had expected softness, a trained kiss. Passion was what she got instead. His tongue slipped into her mouth, dueling with hers as he turned his head for a better angle. Holding her steady with one hand, he gripped her leg, pulling it farther out, forcing her clit harder on his cock. She moaned into his mouth.

“Not enough, Quin,” Rion hissed behind her, and she saw Quin’s eyes meet his brother’s. It was as if they were talking to each other without saying a word.

Quin let go of her mouth, pulling her body up his until her breast dangled about his mouth. She couldn’t have moved if she’d wanted to, and she felt moisture leaking from her body. They wouldn’t take no for an answer this time, and she was too far gone to even deny them. Their touch was like a flame over her skin, branding her as theirs. As Quin tongued her nipples, gripping the heavy globes and pushing them together, Rion kissed his way down her back. His tongue left a hot, moist trail down her spine. Gripping her ass, he spread the cheeks as he met the end of her spine and his tongue dipped between.

“Later,” he whispered against the rosette of her anus before licking his way over one pussy lip, above the clit, and down the other lip. Then he took one broad swipe from clit to anus, his tongue thicker than it had felt before.

“What attacked you,” Rion spoke against her clit, “was a vampyre. We are not those. We are shifters, made to run with the wolf as much as the man. Let us show you the difference.”

She felt the brush of fur against her ass, but Quin was sucking her nipples deeper into his mouth, nipping at them sharply and then licking the pain away. So when she felt the cold tip of a wet nose, she barely batted an eye. A longer, thicker tongue, which had a slight roughness to it, caught her clit in continuous flicks. She moaned against her men, bucking slightly. Quin wrapped his arms around her waist, and Rion gripped her thighs. She couldn’t budge now, and the thought of that skyrocketed her desire.

“More, give me more,” she moaned, trembling over Quin’s seeking mouth.

“As my lady wishes,” Rion replied, his voice an odd mix of yips and deepness.

Suddenly she felt his tongue push into her and curl up at the tip. Then he pushed forward a little, and his tongue touched her clit as well. He sawed his tongue back and forth in that semicircle with blinding speed, and all Z could do was scream between them.

Chapter Eleven

Rion had never tasted something so good in his life. His mate tasted of strawberries and crème. He couldn’t get enough of her. As her body pulsed and twitched on his tongue, he gripped his cock, pumping it in strokes with her pulses. His dick was wet with pre-come, and he wanted to feel her come, feel her wetness soak him as he pounded into her to oblivion, wanted to feel the tightness of her as his brother slid into her and the combinations of their two cocks inside of her pulled her body unbelievably tight around them. This was something that could feel right only with their mate. He was so thankful that they had found her, that she, despite her fear, was throwing herself into the pleasure only they could provide for her.

Never again would he need another. Never again would he feel the anger well up in him until he was afraid it would burst and he would lose it even with those he loved the most. He would settle now. She would give him that gift. She would give him love. All it took was for them to claim her, to make her irrevocably theirs.

“Brother,”
he moaned into Quin’s mind.

“I know, Rion. I know.”

“I cannot hold on much longer. She is unlike anything I have ever tasted in my existence.”

“Let us make her ours, Rion. I am lost as well.”

“I will follow your lead, Alpha.”

Rion let Quin pull Zelina off his tongue and felt a momentary loss of her. He let his muzzle shift back to his human face before she turned around and realized what he had done to satisfy her. Following Quin’s pointing, he lay on his back in the center of the bed, taking Zelina in his arms and turning her away from him. When he felt her body tense, he let his cock rest in the crevice of her ass and molded her breasts. Heavy and full, they were still wet from Quin’s ministrations. He used that moisture to twist and pinch her nipples to throbbing peaks. When her head thrashed his shoulder, he let go with one hand to adjust his cock to her ass. The pre-come that made him slick continued to shoot over her anus, softening the muscles there and preparing her to accept him. Chemicals in his pre-come soothed her muscles for him, another sign that she was their mate. Mates could not hurt one another. Their bodies were attuned so that any adjustment would be made.

His cock in position, he reached up to turn her face to his. He had yet to taste her mouth, and he could no longer hold back. For the first time in his life, he gave a woman softness. He nipped at her lips until they opened for him, slipped his tongue in, and memorized every spot in the dark depths. He let his tongue slide over her, giving her enough room for her seeking tongue to glance over his ever-present canines. She stilled for a moment before hesitantly stroking his teeth with her tongue. To reward her, he twisted her nipples and sucked her tongue deeper into his mouth. He kissed her harder, his tongue stroking in and out as his cock would soon do.

“Now, Rion. By the Goddess, now.”

Chapter Twelve

Two sets of canines and two cocks slammed into her at once. Z had never felt so full in her life. She screamed, no longer able to stay remotely quiet as Quin lifted her legs and passed them to Rion to hold by the knees. Planting his fists on either side of his brother’s body, he slammed into her, his mouth sucking at her breast until his cheeks hollowed out. The muscle of his groin ground over her clit with every pass until she did not know where he ended, she began, and where Rion began. They were one mechanism moving as one. She could feel her body accepting them, opening and letting them do what they wanted. Still, even as their bodies thrust into her, Quin angled himself toward her G-spot, making her body clench. Her voice short-circuited. Rion moved and touched her until she was short of breath. These were not men interested in only what pleased them, but what pleased her as well. She could feel it, sense something in the edge of her consciousness. Something was there waiting for her to let it in.

Reaching one arm out, she wrapped it around Rion, dragging him in closer. With the other arm, she held Quin to her chest. It was like a puzzle piece clicking into place. Suddenly she was surrounded by desire, pleasure, and want so hot she could scarcely breathe. With it, though, she felt emotion, need, awe of what she was giving them. She could feel her body giving them everything they needed. She could feel them thrusting into her in tandem, but at the same time felt the clasp of her tight pussy and ass on their throbbing cocks. She could feel Quin’s cock shudder and grow stiffer when she pulled her pussy walls tighter around him. She could feel Rion’s cock pulse as her anus pulled tighter as well.

“Fuck!”
she heard in her head and knew that was Quin.

“More, mate.”
That was Rion.

She could hear them in her head, could hear the words they were keeping silent. She wanted them wild. She wanted to share it all with them. She didn’t want to be left out. She wanted to give them what they wanted. Determined to be exactly what they wanted her to be, she rolled her hips, slamming her body into Rion’s, only to ricochet into Quin’s.