Rowena's Revenge (Broadus Supernatural Society) (7 page)

“Perfect, right?”
Blaine laughs
lightly, pulling out slowly.

“Perfect,” Penton echoes, tightening his
grip in my hair and pulling me up as I swirl my tongue around his shaft.
Right before I reach the head, he pushes me back down as Blaine thrusts into
me, causing the tendrils of pleasure to grow tenfold and shoot out through my
limbs, bringing my flames to life before I can control them.

“No, no,” Penton coos, pulling my head back up and sweeping
one of his hands from my hair and over my cheek, calming me and making me focus
back on the feelings they are invoking, instead of my flames. I can feel the
heat dissipate over my skin, replaced by a thin sheet of sweat as Blaine picks
up his pace, his fingers gripping into my ass and the sound of flesh hitting
flesh fills the interior of our dark vehicle. “There we go. Control the flames
and let them fuel your pleasure,” Penton whispers, pushing me back down, and I
hungrily obey.

I do as he says, focusing in on my flames and urge them to
fuel other sensations in me. I can sense the change when their color switches
from the normal bright orange to a deep red. My breathing picks up as if I’m in
heat, my leopard kicking in and sending a body vibrating purr throughout my
entire body, causing both of my men to groan and speed up even more. The sensations
from the contact roll over me, my core clenching Blaine’s cock tight as he
thrusts in and out of me, white stars edging my vision as the ecstasy starts to
take over.

I feel Blaine’s fingers dig into my hips again, no doubt
leaving scratch marks as my climax finds me, crashing down on me, my walls
squeezing down around Blaine as his growl fills the cab, burying himself deep
within me and spilling his essence, and I can tell Penton is close, his hands
slightly trembling as they hold my hair and keep the rhythm he wants. Another
wave of ecstasy hits me as my muscles milk Blaine, and Penton pushes my head
down, holding me still as he groans in pleasure and his cock pulses, filling my
mouth with every pump as I swallow it all.

I ride the second wave with both men; Blaine still slowly
thrusting in and out as Penton pulls and pushes my head up and down his still
throbbing shaft. I’m completely in nirvana right now, my body is floating, not
just feeling their fingers on me as they shift around and put the back of the
seat down, but I feel the way they
need
me. Not just needing me now, or
thirty seconds ago, and not just the need to fuck; I feel the way they need to
be with me forever.

They need me, and whether or not I really want to admit it
out loud yet, I need them. In the short time Blaine and I have been together,
and the even shorter time that Penton has been with us, I know they are my
future. Hell, they are my here and now, and as I watch them try and stretch
blankets out over the leather seat I can’t help but laugh. Two nearly fully
naked men with their asses in the air trying to tuck a blankets corner
down—it’s quite a sight.

“Stop giggling like a school girl and get your fine little
ass over here,” Blaine growls, grabbing hold of my wrist and pulling me toward
them.

“Did you enjoy the view?” Penton asks as I settle between
them, and we all laugh, the sounds of their deep, hearty ones making my heart
swell and tears come to my eyes.

“I enjoyed the view very much so.” I smile, leaning over and
capturing his lips, slowly kissing him and delving my tongue in, pulling his
face to mine as his body presses flush to my front. My hands float down his
neck and over his shoulder, my fingers tapping on his ribs and finally land on
his hips, noticing that he is totally naked. “
Mmmmm
,”
I mumble my contentment as he releases me, kissing the tip of my nose with a
grin.

“Hey, give me some of that,” Blaine says, gripping my chin
and turning my head as he leans over my shoulder, not wasting any time as his
tongue hits my lips first, swiping over them and delving in, all before his
lips meet mine. I feel his wolf’s growl roll through him before he releases me,
the mischievous smirk on his lips before he kisses me once more, making me
giggle. He bites lightly on my ear lobe as he releases my chin, and I smack
playfully at him as Penton chuckles.

“Sleep,” I say, and both of them groan, but eventually
settle in and stop trying to grope me, which I’m not complaining about. Blaine
spoons into my backside, tucking his face into my hair with his nose just
behind my ear and his arm draped across my chest, covering my breasts.

“Sleep,” he groans, kissing the spot just behind my ear.
“Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” I reply, bringing his hand from my
breasts and kissing it before letting it fall back into place.

“Sleep,” Penton mumbles, his nose against mine with his lips
just a whisper from mine. His fingers dig into my butt cheek and coax my leg
over his hip, entangling us so that my core is resting against his upper thigh.
I run my fingers over his jaw line as my eyes try to fight the sleep. He smiles
at me when I yawn and he lifts my hand from his face, kissing my palm. “Sleep,
sweet Kitten.
Merry Christmas.”

“Sleep, sweet Elf. Merry Christmas,” I mumble, seeing the
wide grin on his face right before my heavy eyelids slide shut.

I can’t help but feel safe right now, snuggled between these
two men.
My mates.
My future.

My home.

~~~~

December 26, 2016

Blaine

“
Psssssst
.”
The sound in my ear scares me awake and the sun burns my eyes as I try to blink
away the tears blurring my vision.
“
Pssssst
.”
I hear it again and am about to tell Row to knock it off and go back to sleep
when my vision finally clears and I see her lying in my arms, completely still;
sound asleep.

“Over here, big boy,” a slight whisper finds me and I whip
my head around, scanning the quiet interior of the
Landrover
,
seeing no one but Row and I; not even Penton. As I’m looking out the back
window, yawning wide and scratching my head, thinking to myself that I am going
crazy, I hear, “Right here, big boy. Open your eyes.”

A light breeze touches my cheek, causing goose-bumps to
spring to life all over my body and I jerk back around, facing a ghostly
looking, scantily clad woman sitting directly in front of me and only inches
from the still sleeping Rowena. I go into full protector mode without thought,
baring my teeth as my fingers grow in length and sport claws. Dark hair sprouts
up all over my body as I try to cover Row’s body to keep her from being harmed
and a low, bone grinding growl rumbles through my chest and throat.

“Calm down, doggie,” the woman laughs, flashing her dark
eyes in my direction while her perfectly white, pointed teeth reflect the
sunlight as she smiles.
What the hell is she?
I think to myself and my
wolf recoils from her scent; the strong, pungent musk making me want to cough
and gag. She laughs again and leans forward, dragging her long, painted red
nail along Rowena’s forearm and on the inside I’m screaming for my mate to wake
up, but she doesn’t; she just lays there as this thing touches her, stopping
her path on Row’s hip.

“She is beautiful,” the woman whispers, looking up at me and
her black eyes drag me in, pulling at something within me. All the anger of my
neglected childhood and troubled teenage years comes spilling forth and I’m the
angry Berserker I was before I found Rowena. As this apparition giggles like a
school girl, batting her eyes at me and looking back down on my sleeping mate,
I have the sudden urge to hurt someone, bad. My parents abandonment, my shitty
school years, the numerous hated foster homes, and finally my turn into being a
Berserker when I took my first human life; they all roll into one and a loud
howl rips through my body. My head goes back and the windows of the SUV shake
with the force of it. As I come back, my breathing heavy and my heart pumping,
I notice the woman is now lying beside my mate, stroking her hair and face.

“You can have her all to yourself, you know?” She whispers,
leaning in to kiss Rowena on the forehead with her ruby red lips. Her long
eyelashes flutter against Row’s rosy cheeks as she kisses her again and even as
my wolf growls and fights, telling me to push this thing away from my mate, but
my body can’t help but respond and the blood rushes to my groin. I’m rock hard
in less than a second and my erection bumps into Rowena’s thigh as I shift;
finally forcing my body to react, I push the woman away.

“Oh you stupid mongrel,” she cackles, pushing the long dark
hair that had covered her face from the force of me pushing her away back from
her eyes as she gets up on her knees. Her barely covered body is on full
display, the thin black and red material crisscrossing in thin straps across
her chest and I find myself lost in looking at her; her school girl like giggle
bringing me to. I shake my head, trying to clear the angry fog that has
settled. “Are you happy with sharing your mate? Did last night’s tryst satisfy
your
need
?”

Her black eyes lock onto mine again as I sit up, and scenes
from last night roll through my head, making my body yearn for my mate even
more. Hearing her moans as I buried my face between her thighs, tasting
everything she had to give me and then taking her from behind, feeling my cock
and it’s perfectly placed piercing stroking every spot that drives her wild.
Hell yeah, I am definitely pleased with what went down.

“But you forget, doggie,” the woman laughs, inches from my
face in a flash and running her long nails over my stubble filled cheek, making
me shiver. There is something about this thing that makes me want to throw up,
but at the same time she pulls at the dark side of me that I have tried to bury
ever since meeting Rowena.

She smiles wickedly again and sighs heavily, leaning down
with her cheek against Row’s and her lips only a whisper from the sheet
covering my dick. “There was a third party enjoying this sweet thing last
night, and there will come a day, it might be today, when she wants him, alone,
leaving you out in the cold.”

My wolf snarls, and I bare my teeth at this thing as she
sweeps the hair from Row’s face, kissing her lightly, again and again. Rowena
will never leave me; she is my mate, my one and only.

“But you’re not her one and only. Penton will always have a
piece of her if you let him,” she laughs, and I jump when her fingers graze my
engorged cock under the sheet. I grab the woman’s wrist and pull her to me as
she smiles, a feeling of disgust rolling through me as my wolf howls in pain at
her touch and I throw her back, fighting the dark thoughts trying to fill my
head.

“All you have to do is
get
rid of
him. One quick swipe with the blade of his sword and he will be gone. Then
Rowena can be all yours.” The woman bares her pointed, perfectly white teeth to
me again as she crawls back over the leather seat toward me.

The dark, evil thoughts about killing Penton are warring
with the ones I know are right in my mind and heart, and I feel as if I might
pass out; my breathing heavy and erratic as I lean back against the door. I
can’t kill him. Rowena needs him, and, in turn, I need him, but the thought and
sight of him touching, tasting, and fucking my mate makes my blood boil. My
wolf is growling and pacing, telling me to calm down and get rid of this wicked
woman, and I let another howl roll through my body, my hands slamming down on
either side of my hips into the door, forcing the sheet away from body.

I need to get this bitch out of the car, and I need to wake
Rowena up. We need to get moving. Focusing back in on the here and now, I force
my eyes back to the woman and am shocked to see her on her hands and knees,
leaning over Row with her face only inches from my cock, her eyes displaying a
hungry look.

“If you kill Penton, my Master would be happy to reward you.
I could be your prize,” she purrs, reaching her pale skinned hand toward my
dick, and I recoil, bringing the back of my hand across her cheek. As her back
hits to opposite door, her laugh makes the SUV shake and I cover Rowena’s still
body, in case of a retaliation. “You fool. You will not defeat him.”

“Get the fuck away from me,” I growl, baring my teeth as
they grow, readying for a fight. I’m guessing her Master is that dumb fuck who
I ran over yesterday, and I really don’t feel like finding out what he wants
with my mate. She throws her head back, laughing at me, and the sound of it
spurs my wolf to come to the surface. My hand shifts as I bring it up and swipe
at her, the sharp, razor like claws of my Berserker form slashing through her,
and she turns to smoke before me.

The force of my swing sends me forward, and, as if in slow
motion, I find myself falling, the ideas and memories that blasted woman had
spurred still swirling through my mind as my chest connects with Rowena’s
shoulder and my vision goes black.
What the hell just happened?

“What the fuck, Blaine?” I hear while feeling struggling
underneath me, but my eyes seem like they are cemented shut from sleep and all
I can do is groan as Row swears at me some more, her warm hands pushing at my
chest and face. Finally, my eyes comply with my brain, forcing them open and I
see her frustrated expression as she tries to push my dead weight from her
body, and I have to chuckle to myself. She hears and feels it, though, and her
palms slap into my cheeks.

“Get off me you asshole.” She struggles to get out from
under me, as I’m probably crushing her chest, and I laugh some more, no doubt
making her angry. She sighs heavily, pushing at my shoulders and my still hard
cock spurs me to life. I grab her wrists and pin them above her head and she
gasps.