New Year's Kiss (14 page)

She chuckled to herself. So often she’d found herself naked while they remained dressed but this was the first time it had been reversed.

“Take care of him, baby,” Mikhel said, standing. “But I don’t want either of you to come.” With that command, Mikhel left the room. Taylor stared at Zach. The trepidation was visible in his eyes but so was the lust and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” she asked, concerned but knowing it was just first-time fears that brought about the worry.

“Yes, but having never wrapped my hand around his cock, I guess I didn’t realize how thick he is.”

Taylor chuckled. “Don’t worry.” She rubbed her hand across his stomach. “He knows how to take it slow and it will feel sooo good.” Zach nodded but she could see the concern lingered in his eyes and leaned down to kiss him, hoping to distract him, remind him of the pleasure.

Taylor had been hopeful that Mikhel would accept Zach’s offer so she’d insisted that Zach prepare his body to take Mikhel. She knew her mate and once Mikhel made a decision, he would want to act on it. And she’d been right.

When they heard Mikhel returning, Zach moved, rolling over on the rug, easing the front half of his body down, resting his weight on his elbows and knees, his bare ass sleek and strong in the firelight. Taylor rubbed her hand across his back, letting her fingers dance across his skin. Avoiding the wounds left by Mikhel. For a moment there she’d been thrown back to a year ago and the two men facing each other down. But the moment had passed quickly and all that remained was a wicked sexual need.

Mikhel returned to the room with the supplies. He set a towel, washcloth, condom and lubricant beside him on the ground. They’d been through this kind of initiation once before with Taylor so were familiar with the preparations, the training of Zach’s body to accept Mikhel.

Mikhel stopped and stared down. Taylor couldn’t read his eyes but she recognized the tension in his body, the strength of his erection.

“Very nice,” he said softly. He came forward and knelt down behind Zach, rubbing his hand across Zach’s flank, leaning forward to kiss Taylor as he pulled out the lube. He handed it to her, nodding, giving her permission to assist. She poured the slick fluid onto her fingers and slowly stroked the soft split of Zach’s ass. His back arched as she touched him.

“I’m sorry, baby, is that cold?” she asked, keeping her voice light. This was a major event for them but she wanted it to be loving and fun, not frightening or something they
had to
do. She looked up at Mikhel and winked. A reluctant smile stretched his lips and he granted her another kiss before he pulled back and rolled a condom up his cock. Her hands slippery, she reached out and stroked him as well, leaving traces of lube behind, before returning to Zach, sliding her fingers into his rear entrance and pushing slowly inside, feeling him relax as she slicked him up, pumping slowly in and out to drive the lube deeper.

“Good?” she asked.

Zach nodded his head and groaned. But the way his hips moved up and down with her strokes told her more than words. He would love this. Love the slow, deep penetration. The feeling of Mikhel on top of him, inside him. Her pussy fluttered and she whimpered, knowing it would be a while before she was relieved. Tonight was for them.

“Baby, will you offer Zach your cunt?” Mikhel smoothed lube up and down his cock, coating it. “You know how much he loves to lick that sweet pussy.”

She shivered at the explicit sexual words. Even after a year, they still made her sparkle.

“Yes, Mikhel.” She pushed up high on her knees and kissed him, biting down on his lower lip to claim him, mark him, feeling the need to remind him of their mating. He returned the biting caress and then tapped her ass, urging her forward. She was a distraction for Zach, she knew, something to offer him as Mikhel filled his ass for the first time, but she didn’t mind. Zach did love to eat pussy. Her pussy. She walked forward, positioning herself near his head, waiting for both men to look at her.

When she had their attention, she unsnapped the collar around her neck and reached down, grabbing the bottom edge of her dress and pulling it up, off her head, leaving her naked. Low animal growls filled the room and she reveled in the sound.

“Zach, do you want to lick my cunt?”

“Yes, mistress.” Her nipples stretched tight at his reply. He only ever called her that when they were having sex and he was submitting. Tonight he would be submitting, serving both her and Mikhel.

Her pussy was wet and aching and she couldn’t bear it anymore. She needed Zach’s touch.

Mikhel watched, the innate grace of Taylor’s body shining through as she sat down, spreading her legs and offering her cunt to Zach. She wiggled as she positioned herself beneath his mouth, the intoxicating perfume of her arousal flooding the room. His cock twitched in his hand and he heard Zach’s groan.

He watched as Zach bent forward, putting his face between Taylor’s legs. The wicked tension that shot through her body told him all he needed.

He grabbed his cock, placing the tip at the entrance to Zach’s tight rear hole, and pressed forward. Zach tensed beneath him but Taylor’s voice floated through the air, soothing, comforting. She rubbed her hands across Zach’s shoulders, letting her fingers bite into his skin as she caressed him. Beneath her delicate touch, Zach relaxed, opening so Mikhel could enter him, sinking into that tight hot hole.

His mind clashed, between wanting to thrust hard and deep, dominate and command, and knowing he had to go slow, forcing himself to be gentle. He rolled his hips, sinking in, feeling the tight ring of muscles squeeze his cock, until he was balls-deep inside. His teeth snapped together as he fought the urge to pump hard and fast.

Taylor looked at him, her hands still stroking Zach’s body.

“Good?” she asked. Mikhel nodded. Zach groaned.

Mikhel felt the sound move through Zach’s body and knew this was the first of many nights spent like this.

Chapter Twelve

Mikhel looked down at the hard, taut body beneath him—part of him amazed that he had his cock buried in another man’s ass but it felt right. Hell, it felt great. Firelight flicked across Zach’s naked skin, warming it. The five scratches from Mikhel’s claws were red but somehow he didn’t think Zach was in pain. He was in too much pleasure to think about the shallow wounds.

Keeping his thrusts slow and steady, conscious of the newness of this to Zach, Mikhel fucked him, listening to the powerful groans that poured from Zach’s mouth each time Mikhel penetrated him. And every masculine moan caused a reaction in Taylor, making her gasp as if she felt every rumble move through her cunt.

“That’s it, Zach. Keep licking that sweet pussy, make her scream.” He thrust a little deeper, a little harder and was rewarded with successive groans from his lovers. Knowing he wouldn’t last long, Mikhel reached forward and curled his fingers around Zach’s cock. The hard shaft twitched in his hand. The strangeness of it all invaded his brain for just a moment. He was fucking another man. No, not just another man. He was fucking Zach. His friend. Now his lover.

He gripped his friend’s cock and slowly began to pump, moving his fist in time with his cock sliding in and out of Zach’s ass. Zach moved with him, thrusting into his hand. The harsh pumps of Zach’s hips drove Mikhel deeper, harder than he wanted. He ground his teeth together and beat back the orgasm that threatened. He wasn’t going to come inside a condom.

He pulled his hand away from Zach’s cock but he didn’t pull out. He couldn’t. Not yet. He continued to fuck Zach, riding the slick hole until it was almost too much, until he was a breath away from coming. He drilled his cock slowly forward, locking himself deep inside while he found the strength to stay hard.

Zach’s hips ground back against his. “Please, Mikhel, fuck me.” The tempting little pulses massaged Mikhel’s shaft, squeezing it until he felt his teeth lengthen.

Gritting his teeth, he grabbed Zach’s hips, holding him still as he slowly pulled back, removing his cock. Zach’s whimpered protest was muffled against Taylor’s skin.

“Finish her off, Zach,” he commanded, knowing from the rising sounds coming from Taylor that she was close. A few wicked licks and she’d—

Her cry filled the night and Mikhel looked up—her body arched, pushing those round breasts up, the tight peaks straining, begging for attention. The delicate pink flush washed over her skin as she panted.

While Zach attended to her, kissing and licking her pussy, driving her to another sharp climax, Mikhel stripped off the condom and did a quick clean-up, tossing the used washcloth and towel to the side.

He turned back to his lovers—Zach’s face was still buried into Taylor’s cunt. Her eyes were glowing red as she stared across Zach’s body to Mikhel. She reached across Zach’s back and scraped her nails over his skin, leaving thin red streaks behind. Hmm, his little wolf was feeling territorial. And a little wild.

Good.

She raised her eyes to him, almost daring him to take away her prize.

“Very good, Zach. You can have more of her later,” he said.

Under the guidance of Mikhel’s hands, Zach rolled over, landing on his back. His mouth was covered in Taylor’s pussy juices, his cock was rock-hard and he looked totally blissed out. His mouth was open and his lungs pumping hard. Mikhel smiled and seized Zach’s cock again, squeezing just hard enough. Zach’s hips punched upward as Mikhel stroked down and a long masculine groan rumbled through the room.

Taylor crawled beside them, kneeling. The scent of her cunt poured over them and both men groaned, but she didn’t touch, didn’t join in. Mikhel continued to stroke Zach, fascinated by the differences in stroking another man’s cock. He could imagine, understand what Zach was feeling, pumping harder, longer. Zach dug his heels into the carpet and thrust up, countering each of Mikhel’s strokes.

The desire to make him come, to be responsible for his pleasure, pushed Mikhel on. He moved his hand faster, knowing Zach was close, so close. Zach shuddered and punched his hips up one more time, his cock releasing, pumping streams of cum across his stomach.

The sight of Zach’s cum splattered across his tan skin set off something inside Mikhel’s head. He swung his leg over Zach, straddling his waist. Mikhel took his own cock in his hand and began to pump. He was close, too close to fight the need to come. Three sharp, hard strokes of his palm and he was coming, spilling out onto Zach’s chest. He worked his cock until the last bit of cum was released then sat back, giving Zach some of his weight, knowing he wouldn’t hurt him.

Mikhel placed his hands on Zach’s chest and began to rub slow circles, massaging his cum into Zach’s skin, marking him. Claiming him. Zach moved under his hands, arching into Mikhel’s touch. He rubbed the slick liquid around until it coated Zach’s skin. There was one thing left. He opened his mouth, feeling his teeth stretch long. He drove the sharp canines into Zach’s shoulder. Zach’s body bowed beneath his but he didn’t fight, didn’t struggle.

Blood leaked into his mouth and Mikhel pulled away, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. The clear pattern of his teeth marked Zach’s skin. The wound would fade, leaving no visible scar, just as it had on Taylor, but the spiritual mark would be there. The connection between them was permanent.

He turned and looked at Taylor. She knelt beside them, naked, her mouth open, her knees spread and her finger sliding in and out of her cunt. The wet slick sounds tempted Mikhel. He climbed off Zach’s body, lying down behind him, both men watching Taylor.

Taylor looked up, her eyes sparkling with heat and desire. And most of all love. Mikhel felt it grab into his chest and squeeze holding his heart until he could barely breathe. The emotion consumed him until he thought his heart would explode. The intensity drew him back and he looked at Zach. His breathing had slowed but the satisfied smile on his lips revealed that he was still coming down from his orgasm. Mikhel’s cock twitched, hardening. Knowing it wouldn’t be the last climax for Zach tonight. Or Mikhel. There was much more to experience before the dawn.

But first he had to take care of his mate.

“Zach—” He propped his head up on his hand, looking across Zach, watching Taylor finger-fuck herself. “I don’t remember giving Taylor permission to touch herself, do you?”

Zach hesitated then shook his head. “No, Alpha, you didn’t.”

Taylor smiled but her hand didn’t slow. The little wolf was ready to play.

“Tsk, tsk, baby. You know better than that.”

Chapter Thirteen

Mikhel came awake with a groan as a hot wet mouth swallowed his cock. Without opening his eyes, he knew Taylor was beside him, her head on his chest, her ass in his hand. He slid his free hand down, letting his fingers slide into Zach’s hair as Zach slowly pulled back, adding the most wicked suction as he withdrew.

“Oh fuck, that’s good.” His hips punched in the air, his cock needing more, wanting to be sucked. But Zach turned his head and began to lick, starting at the base of Mikhel’s cock and slowly working his way upward. Hot, vicious, tormenting strokes that Mikhel wouldn’t have missed for the world.

Taylor raised her head and turned in his arms, snuggling closer, and Mikhel realized she’d been awake for a while. Hell, she’d probably encouraged Zach to suck him off.

“Good morning,” she said with a smile, placing a kiss on his chest.

“Morning.” Another jolt went through his body as Zach toyed with the head of his cock.

“Good?” she asked, teasing her fingers down his stomach.

“Yeah. Damn, he’s a fast learner.”

At that, Zach lifted his head and looked up—his lips were wet and his eyes glowing with pleasure. And love.

As if the moment were too intense for both of them, the contact between their eyes broke and Zach went back to his seductive blowjob. Mikhel’s hand tightened on Taylor’s ass as he pumped up, his hips convulsing, needing to thrust but not wanting to give up the sensation of Zach’s mouth.

“Come over me, baby,” Mikhel said, lifting Taylor up and settling her on his chest, her thighs spread and the moisture of her pussy dampening his skin. “It gets you hot to see him suck me off, doesn’t it?” She placed her hands on his shoulders and rocked her pussy against him. Her breasts swayed gently with the movement.

“Uh-huh.”

He’d seen it last night. She’d been fascinated and turned on watching them fuck. Good because if last night—and this morning—was any example, he was going to want to do it again. God, Zach’s mouth was hot. Different from Taylor’s. Stronger and a little rougher.

“Come up.” He tapped her ass and nudged her forward. “Let me taste you.”

Her eyes heated up and her cheeks turned a bright red. It still seemed to embarrass her to expose herself like this but damn, he enjoyed it.

He enjoyed everything about her. She’d gotten stronger, more confident in the last few months and he could only take that to mean she was secure in his love for her. She wasn’t afraid to ask—demand—what she wanted.

He pulled her up, guiding her so she straddled his face, her bare pussy inches from his mouth. Heat and wet coated his chest, lingering traces from her cunt. Zach backed off on his licking, giving Mikhel enough concentration to lift Taylor, positioning her so one leg was bent and her foot was on the mattress over his shoulder. She knelt on her other knee, completely opening her pussy to him.

He hummed as the delicious treat came within range of his mouth. He stretched up and licked one long stroke from her ass to the top of her clit, gathering the intoxicating taste of his mate. She moaned and moved into his caress. He grabbed her hips in his hands and pulled her down, a little farther, giving him full access. He buried his face between her legs and began to lick and suck. Tasting all of her, driving his tongue into her opening, working the first inch where he knew she was most sensitive.

It was difficult to focus. The sweet cunt at his lips or the mouth on his cock. He rolled his hips, pushing deeper into Zach’s mouth even as he fucked his tongue in and out of Taylor’s passage. All three groaned and moved together. Mikhel fought his own orgasm as he tried to drive Taylor to hers.

But eventually Zach won that sensual fight. With nothing distracting him, he worked Mikhel’s cock, licking and sucking until Mikhel couldn’t concentrate on Taylor’s pussy. He grabbed at the headboard to give him a base and pushed his hips up, going deep into Zach’s mouth. Zach hummed his approval and Mikhel couldn’t resist another thrust, his cum shooting out, filling Zach’s mouth. He felt the other man swallow, taking all of him, licking his cock until it was limp, as if he wanted to drain every drop. Mikhel opened his eyes and looked up. Taylor’s pussy was inches from his mouth and she watched him, her eyes laughing and gentle.

“That sounded good to me,” she said.

“Very good.” He reached down and stroked Zach’s head, thanking the other man for the incredible pleasure. Zach placed a kiss on Mikhel’s palm. The temptation of Taylor’s pussy was too much to ignore any longer. Mikhel pushed himself up and continued his tongue fuck that had been interrupted by his own orgasm.

Taylor moaned and gripped the headboard, holding herself steady as Mikhel thrust his tongue into her opening, hard shallow pulses that made her pussy tremble. Slowly he licked his way up to her clit, his tongue circling the tight peak. She cried out and rocked against him, wanting more. Even as she thought it, more warmth invaded her cunt. Zach. His tongue joining Mikhel’s, tasting her slit with strong, deep stabs. She arched her back, welcoming it, giving him access. Mikhel lifted her a little and stretched his tongue down, twisting around Zach’s. The two men shared a deep tongue kiss then moved back to her, both kissing and stroking her wet flesh until she was panting, begging.

Then her world shifted. Mikhel pulled her down and rolled her over, dropping her sideways across the bed. She landed on her back, her lovers surrounding her, above her. They both bent down and continued the delicious double tongue caresses. She pushed up on her heels, opening herself, spreading her legs as wide as possible.

“That’s it, baby. God, she tastes incredible.”

Zach moaned his agreement as he sank his tongue into her opening.

“Zach, man, finger-fuck that tight hole. You know how much she likes that.” As he made the command, Mikhel leaned over and continued his attentions to her clit. Two large fingers thrust deep into her pussy and Taylor cried out.

Her head tipped back, arching her breasts up. Mikhel’s hand covered one mound and squeezed, a gentle pressure that wasn’t enough. She needed more, wanted so much more.

“Please.” She clawed at their shoulders, needing them, needing one of them to fuck her.

Mikhel lifted his head. Zach followed. The two men looked at her for a breathless moment. Then Mikhel nodded.

“Take her, man. Our sweet little wolf needs some cock and you’ve wrung me dry.”

They both knew that Mikhel could have fucked her. He was always good for more than one time. But instead, he rolled back, opening the space between her legs, leaving with one delicate bite to the inside of her thigh and a kiss on Zach’s mouth, licking at a trace of Taylor’s pussy juices.

He didn’t go far. Mikhel crawled up the side of the bed and lay down beside her, his lips kissing her breast, slowly lapping at her nipple, tasting it before gently sucking. The light caress reverberated through her body and she pumped her hips up, seeking the relief she needed.

Zach rose over her and slid inside, his cock reaching long and deep. Mikhel smoothed his hand down her stomach spreading his fingers wide across her hips as if he could feel Zach inside her.

“That’s it, ride her gently.”

Zach began to move, deep full thrusts. Mikhel’s hand skipped from her body to Zach’s, smoothing across his ass squeezing, testing. Zach turned his head and grabbed a kiss from Mikhel even as he fucked her. Their bodies worked together. The three of them loving. Taylor touched both men, her body and soul tuned to them. Needing both of them.

It was Zach’s cock inside her body but Mikhel filled her as well. He lay beside her, slipping his fingers between her legs, stroking her clit as Zach penetrated. Her pussy shivered, tingling, the sweet start to a long, hard climax.

“She’s coming, Mikhel.”

“Yes. Fuck her. That’s it. Give her your cock.” He pulsed his fingers over her mound, adding a wicked pressure to her clit as Zach fucked her. The caress set off the explosion.

She heard herself cry out but couldn’t contain the sound. Her body arched back, contracting to contain the wild pleasure that jolted from her cunt. Hot streams pulsed into her as Zach came inside her. His weight fell forward, tipping to the side as he pulled out of her.

The sensual exhaustion she’d grown so used to in the past year settled on her as Mikhel pulled her to his side, snuggling her against his chest. It took a few minutes before Zach came to her, as if he was too wiped out to make his muscles function. Finally, he rolled over, sliding up against her back, taking his place behind her, warming her. She reached behind her and caressed his jaw. The light kiss and bite to the palm of her hand comforted her.

Locked in their warm embraces—snuggled safely between her lovers—Taylor drifted off to sleep.

* * * * *

The sun was shining full through the window when they finally decided getting out of bed was a good idea. Not that Mikhel thought they were done fucking for the day. Not by a long shot. Even now he was only letting them go because the persistent stomach growls were too distracting during sex. He had the full day to have them. The need to reclaim each of them, mount them and fuck them, burned in his stomach, calling on the instincts of the wolf and the
were
inside him.

He took a deep breath and kept both creatures soothed inside him with the promise of fucking as soon as their physical hunger was satisfied.

Mikhel looked over and watched Zach pull on his jeans, amazed at how comfortable he was watching the other man dress. His lover. He’d taken Zach as his lover. The idea still shocked him if he thought about it too long but he couldn’t regret it. The bond between him and Zach had tightened through the night, strengthening him and strengthening their pack.

He didn’t care if it was contrary to pack law. Zach belonged to him, as much as Taylor. Zach was his Beta and belonged in his bed.

But what would his parents say when they found out?
If
they found out. There were ways to hide it. But did he really want to do that? What would that say about Zach? A wolf pack was centered on respect. If Zach felt like he wasn’t respected, he would disrupt the pack. They were small now—Mikhel had felt no desire to expand his pack in the last year—but soon others would be asked to join. No, he would have to find a way to tell his parents.

Taylor curled her hand around his cock as if to comfort him, as if she sensed the direction of his thoughts.

“Your parents,” Zach said as he stared out the window.

Man, it was like they were psychic. No, that would be just too weird.

“What about them?” Mikhel’s voice was deep and battered from lack of sleep.

“They just drove up.”

“What?” He sat up, practically flinging Taylor out of the bed with the sudden movement. He grabbed her, catching her before she tumbled to the ground. Holding her against him, he looked up at Zach. “Repeat that?”

“Your parents and it looks like Byron just pulled up and are getting out of their car.”

The grim tone of Zach’s voice alerted Mikhel that Zach was thinking the same thing as he was.

“Fuck.”

“Exactly.”

“What?” Taylor asked, shaking her hair out of her eyes. “Your parents are great. I like your parents.”

“I like my parents too. Just not right now.” Fuck. There was no way to get around it. He set Taylor aside and climbed out of bed, grabbing a pair of fresh jeans. “I’ll go greet them. You guys jump into the shower. Fuck.”

Taylor pulled the sheet up to her breasts. “What is the problem?”

“His parents will be able to smell us on him and on each other. It will be very clear that you and I have been together.”

“And that you and he…” Her words faded away.

“Exactly.” Mikhel looked out the window. His father and Byron were carrying grocery bags and talking, looking around the property. His father pointed toward the lake and he knew they were looking at the new dock he and Zach had built. He looked at his friend. “Not that I’m planning to hide…this.” He wasn’t sure what to call it. He wasn’t gay. No other man attracted him but he’d enjoyed fucking Zach. And Taylor. He wanted them both. Loved them both. And he didn’t want Zach to feel he wasn’t a part of that love.

“I’m not offended,” Zach said, shaking his head and crossing his arms on his chest. The corner of Zach’s mouth kicked up in a smirk. “I’m just glad we get to practice on your parents before mine find out.”

Great.
The ring of the doorbell stalled any other discussion. “Just get cleaned up,” he said as he headed for the stairs. He’d let his hair grow again in the past year and now he scraped it back, out of his eyes. He loped down the stairs and opened the door, standing back, not getting too close. There was no way they would be able to miss the smells on him. Taylor and Zach’s scents covered his body.

He forced a smile as he saw his parents and his father’s Beta. “Hey, what are you guys doing here?” he asked, still clinging to the door. He meant what he’d said. He didn’t expect to hide the fact that he’d taken a male lover but he’d hoped there would be time to prepare his parents before it was blatantly displayed.

His mom’s face lit up with a full smile. “Well, today is the one-year anniversary of your pack so we thought we’d help you celebrate.”