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Samara did the same and the head popped past the restraining muscle.

Jason groaned. "That's right. Keep pushing back. I want you to feel all of me."

She wanted the same. The gentle rolling of his hips picked up speed and force. Samara gasped and moaned, her body coming to life.

At last, he went still, deep inside her. Samara wiggled against him, aching for more.

"I think she's ready, brother."

James came to his feet before her, working his cock into the conspicuously empty fore-hole. In moments, she was stuffed full of Trudale cock, her breathing coming in ragged gasps.

They stayed there for a moment, letting her adjust to the pressure of them overlapping inside her body.

Jason moved first, drawing back. As he returned, James withdrew. It was a potent dance that made her dizzy.

"I'm not going to last," Jason admitted. "You're so tight and so hot."

Samara had no words to answer him. Climax was already clawing at her. She wouldn't need much to finish her off.

As if James knew it—
and he might
—he started handling her nipples roughly, adding a layer of pleasure-pain to the rest. The patchwork of sensations shot her over the edge.

Her scream of delight was muted in James's mouth. Still, the climax went on and on, driven by their quickening motions.

Jason came next, his entire body going tense inside her, his fluids heating her.

That left James, cycling his cock in and out, while Jason's was still and deep. The change sent aftershocks through her system, and their kiss deepened.

As if that was what James had been waiting for, he lodged himself deep inside her and let loose his own wave of cum.

After a few moments of shared panting, Jason started to withdraw.

"Don't you dare," Samara warned him.

He went still, half-buried inside her.

James smiled a wicked little smile that made her heart flutter in excitement. "What do you want, Samara?"

She pushed up further on her knees, then slid down the length of their cocks again, drawing twin moans from the brothers. "I want more of you. More of this…for now."

"And later?" Jason asked, his hands stroking her still-hard nipples.

"I want the two of you to find a movie with double penetration."

Aftershocks wracked them…and then her, in response.

James laid a solemn kiss on her lips. "That is a wickedly sexy idea."

"I think you may be rubbing off on me."
That's not right.
"Both of you."
Better.

Jason nipped at her ear. "Maybe you'll let me bathe you in lavender, then."

"After." Right now, she had two very talented males in bed with her, and Samara didn't intend to waste a minute of it.

* * * *

"Marietta has arrived, Sebastian."

He waved her in, anxious for news about Samara. "Bring some tea, Roberto. You know Marietta's favorites."

"Just a few minutes." Roberto closed them in together.

Marietta tipped her head in a bow, then settled in the wing chair across from his. "Thank you, Sebastian."

He didn't waste time. "How is Samara healing?"

She smiled wearily. "Very well. Her arm will scar. Weak as she is, keeping her on bed rest is nearly impossible. She is a wolf, and—no offense intended to you—your daughter has all the energy you had at her age."

Sebastian cracked a smile at her tactful handling. "And the rest?"

"If she is not sleeping, or spending time with Eva, she is probably in the company of James and Jason. Samara has been…intimate with her mates for the last two days, but she resists letting them spend the night in her bed."

"What? Why?"

"Apparently…" She shot him a measuring look out of the corner of her eyes.

"Yes?" Sebastian drew the question out, demanding an answer.

"Apparently, she is worried about my reaction to such a move. We have only just established a lasting peace between us…and she doesn't know our traditions. If I could only tell her—"

"No!"

The lines around the old woman's eyes tightened in tension, and she nodded.

He considered the problem. "Give them room."

"Sebastian? I don't understand."

"You have other duties."

"My
only
duty is to Samara." Her resistance to the idea wasn't difficult to understand. Hers was a sacred post.

He narrowed his eyes, letting them shift in frustration. His shoulders tensed. It was a clear warning, and her eyes widened in response to the threat.

"You. Have.
Other.
Duties."

"Of course." Marietta tripped over her words, and her eyes shifted left and right, as if searching for something. "Things I would have to do when Samara was in class. She will have James and Jason with her as protection, so I need not worry about that."

An impressive idea. Then again, I've always known Marietta was intelligent.
"You get a few days and nights off once a month. That is coming due, I believe."

They both knew she didn't, but Marietta had followed the game this far.

Her brow crinkled, though she didn't voice her opposition to the plan.

"Yes?" he prompted her.

"Yes, of course. Coming soon." But something remained unsaid.

"Is there a problem?"

"Your rules about Samara's protection."

He smiled.
Well done. You even seek to protect my daughter from my own short-sightedness.
"All
Samara
has to know is that you are absent. She doesn't need to know about the guards stationed out of her sight. When her mates are not in the room with her or are sleeping with her and not actively on watch, the guards will protect her back for you."

Marietta nodded. "Done. My first night away will be tomorrow."

Sebastian bit back a laugh at the wondrous subterfuge they were planning. It was like a chess game with another master. "Is there any other news?"

Her cheeks darkened, and she cleared her throat.

He raised an eyebrow in surprise. The old woman had seen everything, from what he'd heard. Family stories had it that his parents had shown no decorum at all in mating. What could possibly embarrass such a woman? Sebastian cleared his throat, a gentle reminder that he'd asked a question.

"It was a rather…rude message from James. It would hardly be appropriate to repeat it." She didn't meet his gaze.

James. According to Pietro, he was the more outgoing—and outrageous—of Samara's mates.
"And the message is?"

Marietta winced, then sighed. "Your daughter's shifted form is lovely."

Sebastian laughed long and hard. So hard that tears pooled in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. It wasn't until after Roberto delivered the tea that he composed himself again.

"Such a bold challenge," he marveled. "Of course it is simply his frustration speaking out of turn." Sebastian considered the message. "Still… It is good to know Samara can shift. I wasn't sure she would."

Marietta took a dainty sip of the hot tea. "It is also good to know her mates excite her so."

"Yes. It is." To his surprise, Sebastian found it also bothered him.
More than a little.

He would like to deny he had secretly hoped Samara would refuse the brothers and stay close to him for a while.
I can't.

Samara is an adult. If she wants James and Jason, she'll have them. They will protect her well.

That settled, somewhat, he picked up the second cup of tea and started planning Samara's protection with Marietta.

Chapter Seven

Samara considered putting on the robe, then tossed it across the mattress. The short nightie Eva had given her was scandalous, but it was just the impression she wanted to make on the brothers.

Besides, with Eva attending a late study group and Marietta gone for the night, who is going to see me?

That thought in mind, Samara opened the door and peeked down the hall.
No one. Just as I thought.
She padded barefoot over the hardwood floors.

At the staircase, she took a moment to right her senses. It seemed the vertigo was still with her.

I could take the elevator…or call them to come to me. Or even wait another hour, and they will come up on their own.

Samara dismissed those ideas nearly as quickly as she thought them. Any of them would undermine the independence she was proclaiming by going to them, whether James and Jason knew about it or not.

Besides that, I want them. Now. Right now.

Hold the rail. Take it slow.
She repeated the mantra silently as she inched down the stairs.

At one point, Samara was sure she heard someone behind her. She turned to look, cautiously, wary of slipping on the marble stairs. There was no one there. A shadow moved, retreating further down the hallway of Samara's floor.

Suzanne? Getting something for Eva?

It wasn't important.
Getting to James and Jason before anyone sees me is.
Not only was she half-naked, Samara was supposed to be on bed rest, and it was a safe bet Marietta left instructions with someone about that.

She rushed down the last six steps and made it to the door to their suite. Samara stood there for a moment, trembling lightly.

Calm down. You know what you want. Tell them.
With that, Samara knocked on the door.

James answered it, gloriously naked. He looked up and down her body, then reached for her, wide-eyed.

She shoved back against his chest, rocking James onto his heels. "If you
dare
pick me up and treat me like an invalid, I will go straight back to my room and leave you with that erection all night."

It took him a moment to recover from shock. James laughed darkly, then guided Samara inside. "We can't have that." He pushed the door shut, leaning close to her to accomplish the job. "Why don't you tell me why you're here…and dressed so deliciously." It wasn't a question.

Samara walked her fingertips up his chest, smiling as his eyes narrowed and his abdominal muscles tensed. "There's something I want, something you haven't done for me. You're going to. Now."

* * * *

That piqued his interest. This was a side of Samara James hadn't seen yet. "Tell me."

He breathed in her scent, confirming what he suspected was true. His instincts went wild. Samara was an Alpha female in her fertile window, her pheromones heated, and she was demanding sex from him.

Anything she asks for.

"Where is Jason?"

Even better.
His brother wouldn't handle it well if she chose James without him.
Neither would I, if it was reversed.
"In the shower."

Samara pressed to his chest, humming in pleasure. "Good. We can get started, and Jason can join us when he's done."

"Tell me."

She drew his hand to the back of her thigh, then pulled it upward to the crease of her ass.

The breath caught in his throat at the feeling of the butt plug embedded in her.
Night Mother!
His cock strained toward her.

Samara didn't hesitate. She nudged him backward into the main room. "It occurred to me that Jason has my ass every time we do double penetration."

He didn't argue it, though that wasn't
entirely
accurate. James had had her mouth while Jason had her pussy only that afternoon. Still, James knew what she meant.

"I'm going to have you exactly as I want you."

"Oh, yes. You certainly will."
If she wants Jason to walk in on us, we don't have much time.
James led her to his bed. Though they would likely have Samara in every room of the suite, he was determined it would be his bed first.

James lifted her onto the mattress, facing the center, then pushed down on her shoulders to position her for what she wanted. He worked the plug in and out, gritting his teeth as she moaned and met his inward thrusts.

The shower turned off, and James pitched the plug aside. Before Samara could finish her protest, he was working his cockhead back and forth through the pliant, tight ring of muscle.

It didn't take long for him to move from teasing preparation to balls-deep thrusting. James cursed himself for monopolizing her pussy for himself—unconsciously hoping to sire their first pup, he was sure. He had missed out; James hadn't realized how good it would feel to have Samara's ass clenching against his cock, the sensation of a great hand job, mixed with the fine control of sex.

Their noises rose in unison, so markedly James was afraid they were going to come before Jason could join them. With her fertile cycle riding her, it was a safe bet she would want them as often as she could get them, and it wasn't as if they hadn't indulged with her singly over the last few days. Still, she wanted something specific from him, and James didn't intend to fail.

That wasn't going to happen. Jason rushed into the room, a towel wrapped around his shoulders.

After a moment, his brother's indecision hit James solidly between the eyes.

He thinks she's offering a reversal of earlier today. Jason is afraid of her lack of control. Letting her fellate him is the last thing Jason wants to do.

James eased down on his knees on the edge of the mattress, pulling Samara upright between them, still impaled on his cock. "Plant one foot on the bed and spread your legs. I want to invite Jason in properly."

Samara followed his instructions, and Jason gasped in surprise. James spread her nether lips, thrusting slowly into her to demonstrate that he wasn't in her pussy. She tipped her head back, moaning.

James smiled at his brother's quickening breathing, at the narrowing of his eyes. "Samara requested this in specific, Jason. You're not going to keep a lady waiting, are you?"

The towel went flying across the room. Jason stalked across the floor, every muscle notched down tight. His cock went from half-mast to fully erect from one step to the next.

"Watch him, Samara."