New Year's Kiss (7 page)

Mikhel’s hips moved up and down, his cock sliding in and out of her cunt. The movements were slow and steady. He was going easy on her, riding her sensitive passage gently.

Unable to stop himself, Zach reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it. He wasn’t going to come but he needed to feel it, needed to feel what it was like to slide into such a tight hole.

Sexual whispers passed between them as Mikhel buried his face in her hair, still moving inside her.

“You feel so good around my cock, baby. Tell me if I hurt you.”

“No. Feels good.”

Zach knew he should leave, give them this moment alone, but he couldn’t make his body walk away. It was too seductive—the sights and scents of their lovemaking. The delicious sounds as Mikhel slid inside her. Zach knew that if he entered the room, Taylor would reach for him, welcome him, but for now he was content to watch them.

Their breathing grew harsh as Mikhel’s pace increased, still not the hard fucking he’d given her in the living room, pounding into her with the full power of the werewolf. And Taylor had loved it, fucked herself back onto his cock, taking him deeper. Yes, she would be a wonderful mate.

Taylor’s cries built until she whimpered and Zach could see the orgasm jolt through her tired body. Mikhel thrust inside her, again and yet again and then his body strained, though he was silent as he came.

Taylor’s hands became lax and dropped back to the mattress as if she’d lost the strength to cling to him any longer. Her lips were open and her eyes closed.

As Mikhel moved off her, his harsh breath filling the air, Zach slipped out of the shadows, watching the two bodies as they separated, the scent of their loving clogging his brain. Mikhel’s bright eyes flashed at him through the weak light, a warning. He could see it. Mikhel’s wolf was fighting to come to the surface. To declare and demand his dominance.

But Mikhel’s human nature crushed the animal again, forcing it back.

Taylor’s breathless moan drew Zach to the bed. Though his cock was hard, he wouldn’t take her again. Her body had been loved and fucked so thoroughly he knew she couldn’t take another cock inside her. Not yet. But he needed to be near her. To have his skin against hers. He wasn’t ready or willing to give her up to Mikhel just yet.

He crawled under the sheet, sliding close. Taylor was almost on her side, facing Mikhel, her heart still thumping loud in her chest from the orgasm that Zach could sense lingered in her body. As he came near, she turned and looked at him, the low hang of her eyelids told him her body was exhausted—taken and well used by Mikhel and Zach—but still she reached for him. Her hand wrapped around the back of his neck and pulled him to her, offering her mouth.

And Zach couldn’t resist. He placed a soft kiss on her lips, dipping his tongue into her mouth to imprint her taste on him. A hint of Mikhel’s flavor lingered but he found he didn’t mind the other male’s taste.

As if sleep was too tempting to resist, Taylor smiled softly and rolled back to her side. Her fingers trailed behind her as if she would have Zach follow her. And he did. Cuddling up close, letting his hard cock press against her ass as she raised her leg and draped it over Mikhel’s hip. Zach slid his hand down her side, savoring the warm and smooth silky flesh, the delicious curve of her ass. She rolled her hips back, a subtle movement that nudged him against her.

He doubted she even knew she was doing it but just like in the shower, that tight ass rubbed along his cock, tempting him. He slid his hand up and cupped her breast. The nipple was still tight and she moaned as he pinched the hard peak.

The pink of her tongue popped out and she licked her lips. Mikhel leaned down and kissed her softly.

“Sleep, little one.” His command floated through the air and Zach stared at his friend. Mikhel seemed to sense Zach’s gaze and looked up.

Mikhel’s eyes flared that wicked dangerous red but the light disappeared almost immediately. Neither backed away. To show he wasn’t going anywhere, Zach moved even closer, his hand tightening on her breast.

Mikhel wanted her. Wanted to claim her and mark her as his.

Well, so did Zach.

And if Mikhel wanted her, he was going to have to fight.

Chapter Seven

The high-pitched jangling reached into Mikhel’s dreams and slowly dragged him out. Blindly he reached for the bedside table, grabbed the annoying cell phone that was disturbing his sleep and answered it.

“Yeah?”

“Uh, sorry. I think I dialed the wrong number.”

“’Kay.”

He clicked the off button and dropped it back on the table. It took only a moment to sink back to sleep and into the hot sexy dream, Taylor, above him, his cock buried deep in her pussy as she rode him, those full breasts swaying slightly in time as she humped him. Yeah, that’s it.

The same ring jerked him out of sleep a second time and he grabbed the phone, feeling much less congenial. “What?” he demanded.

The same feminine voice spoke. “Uh, I was looking for Taylor. This is her phone, right?” The woman’s voice turned suspicious. “Is she there?”

Blinking the sleep from his eyes—but knowing it would be a while before his cock got over being denied Taylor’s pussy, even in a dream—he rolled over. The space next to him was empty but on the far side of the California king bed, Zach’s blond head was buried under a blanket.

“Hey!” Mikhel tapped Zach’s shoulder. “Where’s Taylor?”

Zach lifted his head. He looked like Mikhel felt. Tired, worn out, used. Rode hard and put away wet. But still there was a sense of satisfaction that surrounded him.

“Shower?”

As soon as he said it, Mikhel recognized the sound of running water. “I think she’s in the shower. Can I—” The bed shifted next to him and he looked over, in time to see Zach’s naked ass walking across the room, toward the bathroom. “Greedy bastard,” he muttered though he didn’t feel any specific anger to Zach. He wasn’t going to let Taylor go without at least one more taste of her. “Oh sorry. Can I take a message?”

“Yes, tell her Rebecca called. Did we meet last night?”

“Yes.”

“Which one are you?”

That question woke him up. “Which one am I?”
Like we’re interchangeable?
“I’m the one who gets pissy at being woken up on New Year’s Day at—” He glared at the clock. “Eleven in the morning.” Okay, so that wasn’t early but it was when you’d spent most of the night awake and fucking.

“Oh you’re that one. Listen, just remind Taylor
we expect to see her
for brunch.” She said the words like a warning.
Great, she’s making sure I haven’t killed Taylor and stuffed her body in a trunk.
“And tell her
to call me
.”

“Got it.” He clicked the phone off and tossed it on the small table beside Taylor’s open purse. He vaguely remembered her opening the tiny bag, looking for a brush at some point in the middle of the night. She’d decided her hair was too messy. Zach and Mikhel had dragged her back onto the bed and shown her how little they cared that her pretty hairstyle from earlier in the evening was hanging down around her shoulders in clumps.

Mikhel threw off the covers and padded across the room, listening at the bathroom door for a moment. Zach was doing something to Taylor that she certainly liked. Probably going down on her. Maybe fucking her. But somehow Mikhel didn’t think so. He didn’t know why but he was pretty sure Zach would let
him
have her first this morning.

Mikhel went to the second bathroom off the living room and cleaned up a bit, brushing his teeth and scraping his fingers through his hair. He’d cut it off three years ago, deciding short hair made him look less exotic. He lived in the human world now, not a werewolf pack, and he had to interact with humans on a daily basis, making them believe he was just like them. The long hair drew too much attention.

His stomach rumbled as he walked back into the bedroom. The bed was a wreck. They’d torn the sheets off it at one point and had a wickedly fun time trying to make love to Taylor while she insisted on putting the sheets back on. Finally they’d let her finish because she wouldn’t let either of them fuck her until it was done. Then they’d both had her. That had been the final time for the night. Her pussy was probably sore, though the healing properties of his cum would make her body recover quickly.

He grabbed a condom from the bedside table and sat down on the end of the bed, waiting.

Taylor’s cry echoed softly through the bathroom door and Mikhel felt the sound move through him. God, he loved it when she came. Even when he wasn’t the one making her scream.

It didn’t make sense. Werewolves were territorial animals. A dangerous combination of the monogamy of a wolf and the jealousy of a human. But for some reason, seeing Zach fuck Taylor didn’t make him as furious as he thought it should.

Maybe the strange possessiveness and competition he’d felt last night was gone now that he’d fucked her. Gotten it out of his system. He looked down at his cock, hard and waiting for Taylor’s appearance. Well, not completely out of his system.

The bathroom door opened and she appeared. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was wet, hanging down in loose curls. She looked damp and a little stunned. A big white towel covered her from underarm to knee.

She saw him there and hesitated, almost shy.

“Good morning.”

“Morning, baby. How’re you feeling?”

She nodded and tried to look away but her eyes kept bouncing back to him. “Good.”

Confused, scattered, sexy. Hungry.
The emotions and sensations conflicting in her body were almost too much for her to handle. She’d been trying to come to grips with what had happened last night,
why
it had happened, when Zach had climbed into the shower with her. It had only taken a few kisses and she remembered the why. These were two sexy, strong men and they wanted her.

Though Mikhel didn’t say anything, and there was a whole big room full of empty space, she found herself walking to him, needing to be near him. The strange desperate desire from the night before seemed to have eased but the hunger for him lingered.

He reached for her as she came close, drawing her between his legs. His fingers moved under hers and peeled back the sides of the towel, dropping it to the floor. She hadn’t dried off fully, wanting to give Zach a few minutes in the shower by himself. Water still clung to her skin but she was sure her internal heat would dry her off soon.

Mikhel stared at her, not touching her, just looking, his pleasure as obvious as his hard cock. Her pussy clenched in anticipation.

God, she felt so sexy just standing there, letting him look at her.

Mikhel leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of her breast, making the tight point even harder. “Did Zach go down on you in the shower?” he asked as he kissed his way across her chest and greeted the other nipple with the same tempting caress.

She swallowed and felt her cheeks heating again. “Yes.”

“Did you come?”

She nodded but Mikhel raised his eyes, silently demanding an answer. She felt a dangerous shiver skate down her spine. This was how he’d looked at her last night while he was commanding her to her hands and knees, fucking her from behind.

“Yes, Mikhel.” The submissive tone came out so naturally.

“Did he fuck you?” Warning painted his voice and her body responded to it. She shook her head.

“No.”

His hand slid across her thigh and she spread her legs, giving him access to her pussy. His fingers pushed into her slit, skirting the edge of her clit, teasing it before sliding down and dipping into her opening.

“Are you too sore to take me?” he asked.

“No.” It was true. Her body ached and her pussy and clit were a little tender but nothing like what she would have expected. Not after how often they’d fucked her. Though she had to admit, long stretches of the night had been simply playing, hands on her body, lips on her breasts. Even some talking. She reached up and slid her fingers into his short hair. “Will you fuck me?” she asked. His eyes blazed, turning almost red before he blinked and the strange vision went away.

He picked up the condom that had been sitting on the bed and handed it to her. Sexual power flowed through her as she ripped open the package and knelt down, lapping her tongue across his cock, feeling the need to give it some oral attention. She swirled the tip of her tongue around the head but before she could take him inside, Mikhel’s hands stopped her.

“That’s too tempting, baby.” He looked pointedly at the condom and Taylor felt her lip bulge out in a pout. But she wanted to suck him. She wanted to feel that delicious rod in her mouth.

Later. She would have him later. She placed the condom on the tip of his penis and slowly rolled it down, stroking him as she covered him.

He helped her stand and pulled her close to lick and nip at her breasts. He liked to bite, she discovered. That was good because she’d also found she enjoyed the sensation—he was so gentle but the danger was there. A warning that he was controlling himself.

His hand cupped her ass and he lifted her. His strength surrounded her. He held her, pulling her to him until her legs curled around his back.

“Put me inside you,” he commanded, his mouth capturing hers, distracting her, tempting her. After long drugging kisses that made her spine melt he pulled his lips away from her skin, his eyes twinkling with pure male arrogance. But she knew how to make him ache. She reached between them and positioned the thick shaft to her opening, rubbing the round head across her pussy, wetting his skin and covering him with her scent. Teasing but not letting him into her. Mikhel held her ass in his hands, supporting her weight as she played, using his cock against her clit. “Careful, little one.” He nipped at her lower lip, the bite making her gasp. “Put me inside you.”

Deciding she’d pushed him far enough, she placed the tip of his shaft to her opening. Mikhel slowly lowered her onto his cock, groaning as he sank fully into her. He stretched her, making her realize she was a little more sore than she’d originally thought, but she wasn’t going to ask him to stop. She wanted this. Wanted this connection.

“That’s it, baby. That’s all we’ll do for a minute,” he said once she’d accepted his whole cock. She curled her arms around his neck and just held on, listening to her body as it adjusted to the delicious invasion. Her nipples ached, needing something. She rubbed them against his chest, groaning as the light caress turned into a shock of pleasure in her core.

Mikhel held her there, watching her face. Last night had been wild and sexual. This was intimate. He looked at her, holding her ass in his hands, occasionally rocking her hips to move him inside her. They shared kisses and whispers, and slow pulses when the need to fuck became too strong.

And when the climax came, she gasped and grabbed him, clinging to him as the one solid piece of her world.

“I’ve got you, baby. So sweet. Just let me…” His body tensed beneath hers and she knew he’d come as well.

Sated and mentally exhausted, she didn’t move. She stayed on top of him, arms and legs curled around him, her lips against his throat, licking his skin and capturing his taste in her body. Mikhel seemed disinclined to move as well.

They stayed bound together, enjoying the silence and the connection of each other’s bodies.

A knock on the bedroom door made her lift her head and realize she’d actually started to doze off.

“Come on, you two. Finish up.”

Mikhel lifted his head and growled. It was an animal’s snarl that startled Taylor. His hands tightened on her hips and for a moment she thought he would throw her to the ground and lunge at Zach.

Zach just laughed.

“Now don’t get crabby with me because you’re hungry.” As he said the words, Taylor’s stomach rumbled. “And she needs to eat.”

The wicked tension eased from Mikhel’s body and he loosened his grip on her, giving her a little space to move.

“We’ve got brunch reservations in fifteen. Get moving.” Zach left that command hanging in the air and backed out of the room.

Now that her stomach realized she was hungry, it decided to get very vocal.

Mikhel laughed. “He’s right. You do need to eat.” He lifted her off him and set her gently on her feet, not quite releasing her. “I’ll get cleaned up and we’ll go.”

He kissed her, his hands still moving across her body as if he was as reluctant to leave her as she was him.

“I’d better go before I’m tempted to have you again,” he said against her mouth, pulling himself away with obvious effort.

Taylor smiled as he disappeared into the bathroom. It was pretty heady stuff to imagine that she could inspire such desire in a man like that.

Zach appeared in the door, his eyes twinkling as they scanned her very naked body.

“You’re going to need to wear more clothes than that if you want to be fed.”

* * * * *

“Everyone’s staring,” Taylor whispered, not opening her teeth.

Zach laughed. “Of course they are. You’re gorgeous and we’re handsome devils, if I do say so myself.”

Not even Mikhel’s smile soothed her nerves.

“Are you sure the gift shop didn’t have something I could wear?”

“It’s closed,” Zach said casually. A little too casually. “It’s New Year’s Day.”