New Year's Kiss (16 page)

It sounded like a good excuse.

Mikhel shook his head. “Now, baby, you know how we like to have access to your cunt while we’re at home. No panties.”

She gulped and made her decision. There was no way she was going to get out of this without some kind of retribution, unless she could drive Mikhel to fuck her.

She nodded and pulled her skirt up, subtly sliding from between the two men, indicating that she needed space. She slipped her hands up under the long skirt and pulled down her underwear, letting it drop to the ground as she stepped out of it, slowly backing away. The mint green panties caught the attention of her men and she used the distraction. She spun around, simultaneously grabbing the keys to the French doors. She ripped open the door and slammed it shut behind her, jamming the key in the lock and turning. It was a safety feature. With the glass doors, once it was locked, you needed the key to get in or out. The boys were locked in.

Breathless, amazed that she’d made it this far, she paused to look through the door. Mikhel and Zach stood on the other side, the heat in Mikhel’s eyes practically burning through the glass.

“Are you sure a game of chase is a wise decision at this time?” he growled through the door, his hand resting on the handle, tightening.

She laughed—knowing the sound would push him over the edge, just where she wanted him. She pulled her skirt up until the hem brushed the tops of her thighs, not quite revealing her pussy. “If you want it, you’ll have to work for it.”

Mikhel’s shout shook the glass and she knew it was time to go. Glad that she wore flat shoes, she took off. The lock would delay them for a few minutes but it wasn’t much. They wouldn’t be far behind.

The wolf that had developed inside her came to life, loving the game, giving Taylor extra strength. She couldn’t outrun Mikhel or Zach but she’d give them a good run. She headed for the forest, knowing that was her best chance. And knowing she had no chance at all.

Mikhel would be right behind her. He wouldn’t let her get away with this, which of course was her ultimate goal.

Tree branches cracked behind her and she knew the boys had cleared the house and were giving chase. She increased her speed but only one of the males followed. Her wolf growled its defiance and joy.

As she ran, she tore at her clothes. For her plan to work, she’d best be naked when Mikhel finally caught her. She tossed her blouse and her bra away but had to stop to take off the long skirt.

She took a moment to listen. No sounds followed her. Had they abandoned the chase? No. Her mates liked to play too much. That meant they were stalking her.

Leaving her shoes on, she loped forward, following the trail. The path opened up in front of her—the same clearing where Mikhel had fucked her last year. She headed for the far side, for the exit that led deeper into the forest. The lake. If she made it to the lake…Zach appeared, blocking the pathway. She jerked to a stop and he shook his head.

Mikhel came in behind her and she spun to face him.

Red lights flickered in his eyes, warning he was close to the edge. Good.

Surreptitiously toeing off her shoes, she walked forward, completely, facing the beast, challenging him. A low, dangerous growl erupted from Mikhel’s throat. She dropped her eyes and lowered her head. When she got close, she turned her back to him and knelt down, leaning forward onto her elbows, raising her pussy up in offering, knowing what the sight of her naked cunt did to him.

“Fuck me, my Alpha,” she begged, letting her voice drop, low and submissive, calling to the beast inside him.

A roar shook the trees and she heard the sound of material ripping. Seconds later, Mikhel’s cock filled her, hard and deep, slamming into her with almost painful force. Streaks of fire ran down her sides and she knew Mikhel’s claws were marking her skin. She moaned and thrust her hips back, meeting his cock, taking him deeper.

It was rough and wild and perfect. Her body, primed by the chase and the hunger of the werewolf, tightened to orgasm twice before Mikhel finally came inside her. He pulled out of her and dropped down beside her. She didn’t move, held her position. Zach knelt down behind her and slid his cock into her. Her pussy fluttered, reacting to the new penetration, the slower speed, concentrated pulses that made her ache. He rode her gently as Mikhel watched, his eyes flickering between blue and the mystic red. Finally, they both cried out and Zach pumped himself into her.

When he withdrew from her pussy, she sat up on her heels, squeezing her knees together, feeling their cum slide from inside her body. Mikhel lay on the grass, looking lazy, satisfied, but the hard length of his cock told her all she needed to know. She crawled to his side and lapped at his shaft, tickling her tongue up and down the delicious cock, tasting her own flavor on him. When he began to pump up and down, she pulled back and swung her leg over him, straddling him, guiding his cock into her.

Her pussy tightened for a moment, almost resisting the invader, before she relaxed and he slipped inside, drawing groans from both of them. The scents of the forest and their lovemaking filled her head, making her drunk on the sensations. She rocked her hips but felt no need to move on him, just the pure pleasure of having him inside her was enough for now. She looked over her shoulder. Zach watched with hot eyes as Mikhel tightened his hands on her ass and held her still while he thrust upward.

“Zach, come here, man. She needs those pretty tits sucked while I ride this pussy.”

She moaned her agreement, wanting Zach with her. He knelt beside her, his mouth immediately zeroing in on her nipple, sucking her deep, knowing that she was too far gone for a delicate touch. As he pulled back, he flicked his tongue across the peak, promising more, than he turned and applied the same wicked caress to Mikhel’s nipple. Mikhel punched his hips up as Zach’s teeth closed around the flat point.

She looked down at the two men, the words, the relief, the wild pleasure flowing through her body.

“I love you,” she said, knowing both would hear it. Zach raised his head and nodded. He rarely said the words back, as if he reserved that right for Mikhel but she knew his feelings were as strong as hers.

“I love you too, baby,” Mikhel said his eyes flashing red. “But you’re still going to pay for wearing panties in my house.”

Tielle (pronounced “teal”) St. Clare has had a life-long love of romance novels. She began reading romances in the 7th grade when she discovered Victoria Holt novels and began writing romances at the age of sixteen (during Trigonometry, if the truth be told). During her senior year in high school, the class dressed up as what they would be in twenty years—Tielle dressed as a romance writer. When not writing romances, Tielle has worked in public relations and video production for the past twenty years. She moved to Alaska when she was seven years old in 1972 when her father was transferred with the military. Tielle believes romances should be hot and sexy with a great story and fun characters.

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