Twice Shy

“Look at me, darlin',” Jonas ordered.

She pried her eyes open. He moved closer, skin to skin. The front of his jeans was open, and his cock pressed against her pelvis, hot and insistent. When he lifted her, she kicked off the jeans and underwear caught around her ankles and followed her instinct to wrap her legs around his hips, gasping when he slowly pushed the broad head of his cock inside her. She wriggled, trying to adjust or get away—she wasn't sure which. He was too much, and it had been so long since she'd let a man get her naked.

“Stop that,” he panted, leaning over to rest his forehead against hers. “You're so tight.”

“You're too big.” She gasped when he worked another inch in.

He chuckled. “No, I'm not, darlin'. You're just out of practice.” She could tell that pleased him. This was a wolf who didn't like to share, not even with the past.

“Relax,” he whispered. “Take all of me.”

Then Mick's hands were on her again, popping the hook on the back of her bra.

His fingers rubbed her nipples. Jonas gave her another couple of inches. He withdrew until just the tip of his cock was still inside her, and she moaned a complaint, feeling the loss. But then he slid back, deeper and easier this time, aided by Mick's attention to the other sensitive spots of her body.

The rough pinches on her nipples, the sharp bites on her neck muscle and nape sent desire spiraling through her again. Her pussy grew wetter, slicker. She wanted Jonas deeper. With a low moan he complied, in one thrust filling her so completely she didn't think she'd be whole if he ever stopped, and still he was not in her all the way. She wriggled, no longer uncomfortable, only needy, but unsure what she needed.

“Take all of me, darlin'.”

He withdrew and thrust back in hard. Her head fell back with a gasp. He couldn't get any deeper. She felt his balls against her ass, the head of his cock deep inside. He didn't give her a chance to adjust to the new penetration. He slammed in and out of her in fast, furious thrusts. She'd never felt so used. She loved it, lust winding tight in her body, a hard ball of building need coursing through her.

The quivering started deep within her body, her magic combining with the pleasure and demanding release. She fought to contain it, but it was no use, and for the second time in minutes she cried out as it consumed her.

Mick watched as they came together, though he doubted Harper was aware of it. Breathing hard, Jonas grabbed a chair and flipped it to sit down with her straddling him. She shimmied closer, resting against his chest, her long blonde hair covering them like a blanket. Jonas pushed it aside, leaving the smooth column of her neck exposed.

He met Mick's gaze, his eyes asking a question that didn't need to be voiced.

Yes. Mick nodded. Make this real. Make her theirs. He would do so later tonight.

Jonas's incisors lengthened, and he held Mick's gaze as he lowered them to her nape and bit. She whimpered but settled when he rubbed her back. When Jonas lifted his head, he saw a tiny bead of blood on her neck. He lapped his tongue over it, and she stirred, lifting her hand to cover the spot.

He lifted her to her feet, and Mick caught her when she swayed. She leaned back against him, and he hissed when her ass rubbed over his cock. Jonas grinned.

He knew exactly what Mick wanted.

“I'm going to start dinner. I'm sure our mate would like to…clean up.” Mick didn't need to hear the suggestion twice. He swung her up in his arms and carried her through the master bedroom straight to the bath. He smiled when he saw it. Gods bless Liza. It was one of those huge, jetted affairs. More than big enough for one large werewolf and his woman.

She looked at him curiously when he guided her to sit on the side. Then he reached forward to turn the water on. Hot but not scalding. He pulled her sweater and bra off and helped her in. Her eyes widened when he started on his own clothes.

“About this mate thing?”

“What about it, sugar?”

“Don't I get a choice?” she asked tartly. He'd give her damn near anything, but this one was not negotiable.

“Not really. Mating is an instinct that can't be fought.” Her eyes narrowed. “I came here so I wouldn't be sold off.” Chuckling, he climbed in behind her, pulling her back to rest against his chest.

“No one is selling you off, sugar. No one is taking you away from us either.” He reached for the bar of soap and built up a lather. He started cleaning her at her wrists, slowly working up her arms.

“Why would I want to be with someone because of that? It's just based on lust, not love. Or hell, even like. It's so…so…”

“Animalistic?”

“Yes!”

He cupped water and rinsed her left arm, then lifted it behind his head and turned to nibble at the tender skin on the inside of her arm. She sucked in a breath, tried to pull away, and he bit her. She yelped.

“We are part animal. We're possessive.” He cupped her breasts, molded them before moving to tease her nipples.

“And protective,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck. She wiggled against him, and his cock, already hard, started to throb.

“And we tend to bite,” he added just before his teeth sank in.

Not hard enough to break skin. Not hard enough to mark her. He'd get to that soon enough. First he wanted to taste her, wanted to know if her pussy tasted as sweet as it felt convulsing around his fingers. Then he'd see if she fit his cock as well as his fingers. He groaned, got himself under control, and finished cleaning her.

He got them both dried off before herding her into the bedroom. She met his gaze and backed up warily.