Every Night Forever (13 page)

“Do you want to be down here with us?  Are you still scared?”  Cairo asked with concern.

“I’m okay now.  I just don’t know what to make of all this.”

“Then let’s watch a movie and relax,” Mason offered, standing and holding out his hand for her.

She stood, the towel slipping away as she draped the blanket around herself, took his hand and followed him over to the large leather couch.  He and Cairo took her sides on the deep couch and Mason flipped through the large selection of Blu-rays.  After he asked if she liked sci-fi and she said yes — and both he and Cairo groaned — he extracted his all-time favorite,
Stars Wars, Episode IV - A New Hope
.

“You don’t like this one?” she asked, looking at him with amusement in her eyes.  He was just glad to see something there besides fear and self-loathing.

“I did like it.  Until I had to watch it a hundred times last winter.”

Mason plopped down on the couch next to Cairo and cued the movie.  With the remote he had personally tweaked, Mason lowered the lights in the den so that the sitting area was in darkness and only low lights on the wall near the floor illuminated the main areas – bed, kitchen, and the short hallway to the large bathroom.

“Would you like me to get you a shirt, Lys?”  Dante asked.

“I’m okay for now.”

Good.

* * * * *

No other woman on earth smelled as good as Alyssa, and Cairo was as close to her as he’d been since that kiss in the locker room, which had haunted his dreams every night since.  He wished he had done something besides just letting her walk away and act as if nothing had happened.  She had clearly known all along that they were attracted to her, but she hadn’t known about their mutual desire to be with her as a group.  He wondered if it might have mattered to her if they’d told her about their particular mating habits, and decided that considering how fragile her self esteem was at the moment, that it probably would have made things worse. Yes, they slept with women alone, but when it came to their mate, they would all want to be with her.  Not every time. But sometimes.  And definitely when they made love to her the first time.

Honey.  Alyssa smelled like heated honey.  He felt like he was drooling just scenting her, and wondered what she was thinking about that was making her smell so much stronger and better.  She certainly smelled like she was turned on, that heady mix of her honey and pure woman’s scent.

Ever since he’d hauled her downstairs like a caveman, he’d not been able to get over the feel of her skin or the delicious light weight of her body against his shoulder.  And that smack on her ass had been heaven for him — he was fairly certain a little shiver of excitement had woven through her, too.

She shivered suddenly and made a small noise that could only be described as pleasurable.  He looked at her and then Dante, who looked like he was being devilish.  Dante said in a loud whisper, “I was just telling our mate that you like to eat pussy, Cai.”

Holy fuck!

She licked her lips and met his eyes.  Even in the flickering light of the television he could see the heat in her gaze.  “D-do you?”

He turned on the couch to look at her.  “I do.  And I’ve never wanted to touch anyone as much as I want to touch you, taste you.”  He snagged a finger under her chin and made sure she was looking into his eyes.  “Can I show you?”

Her eyes widened and a little shiver wove through her.  Her voice was a bare whisper.  “Here?  In front of everyone?”

 He glanced at Dante and he nodded once.  Cairo let out a slow breath.  “Lys, when we said we want you to be our bride, that means that sometimes we’ll want to share you together.  Do you get what we mean by that?”

There were those wide eyes again.  He stopped her panic before it could grow further.  “Right now, we’re not talking about that, okay?  We just want to make you happy.  If you, for example, would like it if I went down on you, then I’m very happy to do that and I don’t expect anything in return.  But if you aren’t comfortable with that, we can just sit here and watch the movie or talk.  We don’t want anything from you, we don’t want you to do anything to us, we just want you to be happy, however we can do that for you.”

“We want you to fall in love with us, baby, to be able to say it back to us without a doubt in your mind that we love you. You’ve got a fucked-up past and you don’t trust us completely, but in time, we’ll show you that we’re not going anywhere.  That we want you forever.  And we don’t want to make love to you until it’s real for all of us, and that means you, too.”  Dante said.

She looked past him to Mason, who had been quiet.  Mason reached his hand out and caressed her cheek.  “Whatever you want is fine, sweetheart, we swear.  Tell us what you want and we’ll do it.”

She blinked and swallowed hard.  The scent of her arousal spiked on the air like someone had opened up a vat of honey and poured it all over them.  Dante pulled her back against him, tilted her face up to his and kissed her.  Shifting between them, she dropped her grip on the blanket and cupped the back of his head.

Dante lifted from her mouth and waited until she opened her eyes.  “Tell us what you want, baby, say it out loud.”

She went very still, and although the light was low from the flickering screen, he thought she blushed.  Then she cast her eyes to him, and leaned over, skating her fingers around his neck and pulling him to her mouth.  Pulling away from the drugging kiss, she looked into his eyes and after a long pause said, “Go down on me, please.”

Five more erotic words in the English language had never been spoken before, he was certain, and he kissed her once more and slid down onto the floor in front of her, Dante maneuvered her lower body to the edge of the couch by moving behind her and settling her in the V of his legs.  Mason scooted over to them and took her hand, kissing the tips of her fingers, desperate for any kind of contact. 

She pulled him over for a kiss, but it didn’t last long because Dante began to open the blanket slowly, parting it like a curtain, until her gorgeous body was laid bare for them.  Cairo drank in the sight of her as he lifted her knees and spread them on either side of Dante’s legs so he could have easy access to her pulsing core.  He looked up at her as his hands rested on her knees.

Her breasts were firm and large, with nipples that just begged to be teased and touched.  Her flat belly, a smooth expanse of lightly tanned skin, led to her completely bare pussy, glistening with her honey.  Their sweetheart waxed.  Awesome.

“Tell us what you like, love.”  His hands tightened reflexively on her knees, itching to part her fully and touch and explore.

Dante was kissing her neck, one hand cupping her left breast while Mason touched her right breast, and she let out a soft breath and squirmed under their attention.  “I don’t know,” she said finally and they all paused.

“What do you mean you don’t know?”  Mason asked.

Now he could see her blushing, but he could tell it was from shame by the way she averted her eyes.  “I’ve never had anyone go down on me before.”

He couldn’t have been more surprised if she said that she liked to go hang gliding for fun.  He was angry that she’d been mistreated for so long.  He’d wanted her pleasure before, but now, it was even more important.  They’d prove that they were different than the wolves.  Far different.

* * * * *

Mason asked what he was pretty certain his brothers wanted to know.  “Has no one ever just taken care of you, just you, without asking anything in return?”

He held her chin with his fingers and her eyes got shiny like she was reliving the past again.  Damn those wolves!  Who had sex with a woman and didn’t make sure she came?  What’s the point?

“No,” she said finally.  “I haven’t…come in a long time, at least not with anyone but myself.  I think I’m broken.”

That was the most awful thing he’d ever heard anyone say.  Especially someone as sweet and wonderful as their mate.

Cairo drew her attention back to him and when he had her gaze he said, “You’re not broken, love.  I’ll prove it.”

Mason watched as Cairo began to carefully, slowly, kiss up the inside of her thigh, reaching the apex.  Mason couldn’t wait to taste her, to hear the sounds she made when she came.  She had a body built for pleasure and deserving of worship.

Dante began to kiss up and down her neck again and he returned his attention to her breast, cupping it reverently, thumbing the nipple until it was tight and erect.  The couch didn’t exactly lend itself to the three of them really playing, but if she was more comfortable here then they would work on it.  He wanted her flat on her back on the bed so he could touch and taste her completely.  For now he was happy to just touch her while Cairo proved how good he was at bringing pleasure.

Dante scooted her forward more so that her lower body was nearly off the couch.  Then he grabbed one of her legs and pulled it open further, and Mason took the unsaid request to do it with her other leg, spreading her body wide for Cairo.

She made a whimpering sound, and Cairo murmured, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Lys, truly.”

Cairo began to eat her out, using his fingers along with his tongue.  She writhed between them, but seemed to hover just on the edge of coming.  After about twenty minutes, when her panting eased and a frustrated look lit her features, he glanced at Cairo, whose brows were drawn into a frown as he concentrated on bringing her over the edge.  When her writhing settled almost completely, Dante looked at him in confusion.  Something was stopping her from climaxing.  Something she was thinking about, or something she had gone through.  He wanted to slaughter every male in that pack for taking the joy and the trust away from her.

Mason moved away.  “This isn’t working.  We need to be on the bed.”

Cairo sat back on his heels, swiping his finger across his mouth and licking up her wetness.  “This is where she feels safe.”

Shaking his head, he stood up, “We’ll keep our clothes on, sweetheart, I promise, but we’re just too knotted up here on the couch to really bring you pleasure.  I want to kiss you and touch you, but I can’t really from this angle.”  He held his hand out to her and ignored the warning looks from his brothers.  They didn’t want to push her, but there was just no way that she was going to climax on the couch.  Not this first time.

She looked at him for a long moment and then reached for his hand.  Cairo stood up and helped her off the couch, but her legs trembled so Mason scooped her up in his arms and walked around the couch towards the bed.  He laid her in the center of it and stretched out next to her.  Drawing a slow circle on her belly, he looked into her pretty brown eyes and smiled.  “This is much better.  I’ve wanted to really kiss you since the full moon.”

“You have?”

“Of course.  You’re mine, Alyssa.  We belong to you, and you belong to all of us, and there’s nothing more that I want to do than see you smile and make you happy.”  He tipped her face so she was looking at him as his brothers climbed up onto the bed with them.  “What do you want, sweetheart?”

She swallowed hard and chewed on her bottom lip.  “I want to come.”

“Then we’ll help you,” he promised.  He looked down the length of her body to where Cairo took his position again, this time with her legs splayed wide by his hands and a grim look of determination on his face.  Mason could practically hear his frantic thoughts, wondering what he was doing wrong or what she didn’t like.

Darting one more glance at Dante as he took his place on her other side, his plan to overwhelm her senses and drive her to a climax that she couldn’t shut down began to take hold.  Planning to break past the barrier of whatever walls she’d thrown up to protect herself, he snagged her breast in his hand and kissed her like a man about to be sent off to war.

Dante latched his mouth onto her other breast.  She moaned, and he ate the sounds like they were food he could feast on forever.  He felt her body begin to tremble under their assault and he moved from her mouth, nuzzling her head to the side to expose her neck.  He kissed down her neck slowly, savoring the taste of her skin on his tongue.  Her breath was coming in fast pants now, her body trembling almost violently between them.  He bit her neck, trapping her fluttering pulse between his teeth, and she screamed as she came, her body arching off the bed in the throes of passion.