Gabriella - Alpha Marked, Book II (10 page)

“Need to get this wet hole ready for us.” He
laved her neck and suckled her flesh. “I can’t wait to fuck you
hard and deep. Do you want that sweet Gabriella?” Berke’s words
shoved her toward the edge, and an uncontrollable shudder wracked
her body.

“Look at how beautiful she is, Berke.” Jack’s
words were followed by a vibrating growl. “All needy and flushed.”
He dropped to his knees, bringing his face even with her breasts.
He brushed one of her nipples one last time and then captured it
with his mouth, sucking it gently. His tongue played over the nub,
alternating flicks and gentle licks. “God, you smell so good. Hot
and sweet, and that musk is driving me insane.”

Berke’s talented fingers disappeared, and she
whimpered at the loss, her pussy suddenly empty and silently
begging to be filled. “Shh…” He moved, hand rising and she turned
her head to see him slip his cream-coated fingers into his mouth.
“Mmm… I think Jack should get a taste of your sweetness.”

A tug on her panties brought her attention
back to Jack. He lowered the small bit of black silk and lace to
the floor. She lifted her feet so he could toss them aside. Bared
to him, to them, she gasped at the flare of animalistic desire in
Jack’s gaze.

Without hesitation, he lowered his ass to
rest on his heels and then brought his face to the juncture of her
thighs. He nudged her legs apart and then his mouth was there,
tongue delving between her lower lips and tapping her swollen
clit.

“Jack!” She leaned forward and gripped his
shoulders. The change in position ground her ass against Berke,
pressing his cloth-covered hardness into her. “Oh, God.”

“Is he talented with that tongue, Gabriella?”
Berke murmured, his warm breath bathing her heated skin.

Jack moaned, drawing a groan from her chest,
and Berke rocked his cock along the crack of her ass.

“Yes.” She panted. “Good.” She reached behind
her, intent on stroking her mate’s hardness, but a hand wrapping
around her wrist forestalled her.

“You first, love. Come on Jack’s tongue and
then we’ll take your slick pussy and pretty ass.”

A bolt of pleasure zinged along her spine
with his wicked words, every syllable adding to her growing desire.
Relaxing within his grip, she let her men do as they willed. This
one was for her, and she’d be sure to return the favor before the
night was through. Later she could suck one into her mouth while
the other slid into her from behind. Or lay them side by side while
she pleasured one and then the other with her tongue.

Yesss… Those were very good ideas.

Or she could…

Jack sucked on her clit, tugging on the nub,
and the action had her body jerking in response, muscles
contracting with the ecstasy of his ministrations. He repeated the
caress and she responded, twitching once again.

“Shit. There.” Jack shoved two fingers into
her pussy, and she gasped. “Jack.” Only Berke’s hold on her hips
kept her from falling forward.

Those digits pumped in and out of her sheath,
tracing her inner-walls with every thrust and retreat. She rested
her back against Berke, leaning into him and trusting him to keep
her vertical. With one less worry, she let her gaze center on her
kneeling Jack. As he continued his torment, he tilted his head back
and raised his gaze. His yellow orbs were focused entirely on her,
fierce need written in every line of his features.

Those fingers continued at a maddening pace,
matching that of his tongue. The steady rhythm nudged and pushed
her toward the edge, shoving her along the path to release with no
chance for retreat. She rocked in time with his attentions,
shifting and rolling her hips in order to capture any snippet of
pleasure she could.

She rode his hand and mouth, gasping and
moaning, mumbling and murmuring incoherently. “More. Now. Need.
Berke. Jack.”

Jack’s tempo never stuttered with her
movements, his growls the only addition to his attentions. God,
those growls…

Her pussy clenched rhythmically around him,
milking his fingers, and she let passion overtake her. She was so
close… So damned close…

“Come for him, Gabriella. Come and then we’ll
make you scream.” One of Berke’s hands abandoned her hip and
pinched her nipple, the bolt of pain giving her what she needed to
jump over the edge.

With a gasping moan, she came on Jack’s
tongue. Her pussy clamped down on his invasion, squeezing him tight
while pleasure poured through her like lava. Bliss mingled with
ecstasy as it roped its way through her limbs. She twitched and
jerked, muscles no longer her own, but belonging to the
overwhelming joy.

Gabby’s release rose and fell with every
breath, Jack forcing her pleasure to crest and ebb until she broke
down into begging sobs. “Please. Too much.”

Berke’s attentions immediately eased, his
pinches lessening to gentle strokes. Jack’s torment lowered as
well, his fingers sliding free in slow increments as his tongue
gave her tender licks.

Moments passed, and her panting slowed until
she could breathe once again. The previously overwhelming ecstasy
lessened to a rolling arousal, small tremors attacking her muscles,
but at least she could stand on her own once again.

With one last kiss to her mound, Jack rolled
to his feet, lips and chin glistening with her juices. “You are
delicious, sweet.”

Berke gave her a hug, his arms around her
waist tightening gently. “Yes, she is.” He nuzzled her neck. “Shall
we claim you now, love?”

The words were said without an ounce of
pressure, but she could hear the suppressed need. Everything in her
urged her to say “yes”, but kernels of doubt remained. She’d gone
through this before. Well, not
this
, but how many men had
she been with that told her how much they wanted her and then
decided that her curves were too much? Or that she wasn’t enough
for them? Or that making love to her was like…

Jack’s gaze was still intent on her, his eyes
searching her face, and he must have seen the indecision in her
features. He reached up and twined their fingers together, giving
them a gentle squeeze. “You owe us nothing, Gabby. Nothing. But
know that whether we mate today or a year from now, we will always
want you.”

Berke gave her a soft hug to comfort her.
“Always. Your Mark told us you were ours, but it’s
you
that
we want.”

Tears stung her eyes as the truth of their
words sank into her soul. She had only one answer for them now that
some of her fears were laid to rest. There was no telling what the
future held for the three of them, but she didn’t doubt that they
belonged together.

Taking a deep breath, she gave them what
lingered in her heart. “Mate with me.”

*

Berke took no time in slipping Gabriella’s
bra from her shoulders, completely stripping her. As she crawled
onto the bed, settling in the middle, he and Jack did the same.
Once nude, they surrounded her, one on each side of her curvaceous
body. Her breasts were lush mounds, her waist slightly dipping and
then flaring to her wide hips. Hips that would first cradle them,
and then their pups. He couldn’t wait to see her swollen with their
children, nurturing them within her womb.

He exploited her position, taking his time
sliding his palm over her skin, tracing the slight swell of her
stomach and kneading her breast. So soft and sweet, a body made to
be shared by him and Jack. Their mate. Their soul.

“Are you ready, love?” Berke grazed her
shoulder with his lips in a chaste kiss.

“Please?” The scent of Gabriella’s arousal
hung thick in the air, the musk and honey taunting his wolf.

“On your side, sweet.” Jack’s voice was
wolf-rough, his beast riding the man hard. “Face Berke.”

They’d briefly discussed positions, wondering
how best to claim their mate. The final bite would require some
repositioning, but making love to her would be more intimate with
Gabriella on her side while they entered her.

She did as asked, turning toward him, giving
a gentle, shy smile as a blush stained her cheeks. She caught her
lower lip between her teeth, nibbling the small bit of flesh.

Berke stroked her chin with his thumb and
pulled. “No biting. That’s our job.”

Nerves fled from her gaze, replaced by a wide
smile, and she rolled her eyes.

Not willing to allow her nerves to reemerge,
he pulled her leg up and over his hip, opening her to both of them.
The heat of her core drifted to his cock, and he couldn’t imagine
how she’d burn him once he slipped inside her sheath.

The pop of a bottle of lubricant alerted
Berke to Jack’s actions. “Ready, love?”

Gabriella nodded and rocked her hips forward,
her spread pussy lips brushing Berke’s dick.

Reaching between them, he positioned the head
of his cock at her entrance, kissing her sopping hole, but not
pushing into her body. “Then take me.”

It would always be her choice. Always.

Without hesitation she shifted, and then he
was inside her, searing wet heat surrounding him with her rippling
velvet walls. He groaned with that first penetration, relishing
this initial feel of her around him. Never again would they share
this “first.”

His entire length disappeared into her pussy,
slipping deep until his hips were flush against hers. Only then did
he take over, snare control of their movements and give them what
they both craved.

Flexing his muscles, he withdrew a handful of
inches and then slid in once again, giving her a gentle retreat
followed by a slow thrust. With every glide of his cock, her pussy
trembled around him, milking him with fluttering contractions. Then
a slight increase in pressure, a new tightness, alerted him to
Jack’s ministrations. With his partner’s fingers penetrating her,
the feel of her core became snugger than before.

Her chest-deep groan was another clue, the
sounds of her low moans increasing to heaving pants. Berke gripped
her hip, holding her still as they worked in and out of her body,
giving her as much pleasure as they could.

“Does that feel good, love?” Because, God, it
felt good to Berke. Better than good. Heaven was not located in the
clouds, but within Gabriella.

“Yes…” The word burst from her lips.

More moans joined the wet sounds of his body
meeting hers.

Berke’s balls were snug against his body,
pulsing with the need to fill her with his cum. They’d be tied
together in a bond that could never be broken. Her for them, and
them for her. His heart skipped a beat at the idea of this one
woman for them.

“Berke…” She squirmed. “Jack…” A low moan
followed and the increased pressure drifted away.

“I’m going to slip my cock into your ass,
sweet.” Jack’s low murmur joined the moans and groans echoing in
the room. “Ready?”

“Please, please, please.”

Berke had no doubt that they’d be taking
their mate together often in the future.

The pressure and tightness of Gabriella’s
pussy increased further, the slide of Jack’s shaft into her ass
stroking him. The squeeze tightened until he thought his cock would
be crushed, but in moments they were joined as one, a chain that’d
be completed at their mutual culmination.

Ready?
Jack’s mental voice betrayed
him, the stress from the need to move reaching Berke with ease.

Ready
. Berke nodded, and then it
began.

Gabriella was between them, Berke and Jack
holding her still, and he was the first to retreat. He slid out
slowly, allowing his tightly leashed need to burst free. He let his
body truly enjoy her intimate embrace. Her sheath massaged his
cock, stroking and milking him.

He retreated until the tip of his cock was
all that remained in her core. His balls protested, throbbing with
the need to fill her. As he eased back into her, Jack began his
withdrawal, their bodies working as one to pick up an alternating
rhythm. There was not a moment that she wasn’t penetrated by one of
them.

In and out, caressing her with their
shafts.

Sweat beaded on his forehead. The fight to
withhold his release until she was balancing on the edge with them
strained him beyond belief.

Low babbling reached him, Gabriella’s words
flowing into each other as they escaped her lips. Whimpers of
“more”, “close”, “need”, and “gonna.”

He released another hint of his control,
allowing his body to rush closer to coming, until he hung on by
barely a thread. Low moans had turned into echoing groans, his own
murmured words mingling with Gabriella’s.

Jack?

His Alpha partner grunted.
Fuck
yeah.

Berke sensed Jack’s nearness to orgasm and
reached between him and Gabriella, intent on nudging her over the
edge.

It was time.

*

Thank God, it was time.

Gabby squeezed Jack like a fist, her ass
wrapped around his cock feeling like nothing ever before. He’d
never had a mate before, either. Never thought he’d ever finish his
bond with Berke and tie himself to a Marked female.

His, his, his. The past could never be
forgotten, but it could be pushed aside in the light of their ties.
Emotions swirled, growing and swelling with every slide of his cock
into Gabby. She’d done this: bound them in an unbreakable knot.

More than anything, he craved her love.

He pushed into her once again, moaning at the
fierce contraction of her hole. She was close, her sobs and
babbling increasing until he barely recognized her words. Berke’s
hand disappeared between his body and hers, and the reaction was
instantaneous.

Yes, she was very, very close.

Their bodies were moist, sweat coating them
due to exertion, and the scent of their sex lingered in the
air.

Jack’s wolf howled at their impending
triumph. So close, so near to their lifelong goal. Well, the
beast’s goal. It hadn’t ever given up on Jack. Even when he was at
his worst, fighting through grief and resolving to never let anyone
close, it had pushed and prodded him.