“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