Werewolf U (9 page)

Jason nodded. "As you wish, Samara. We will bring your class work for you after breakfast, if that is acceptable to you."

She smiled. "I'd like that."

They left the bed and tucked her in. James scooped up Samara's clothing and tossed it in the hamper. He grabbed Jason's sleep pants and prepared to lob them in his brother's direction. Jason had already tossed James's pants over his shoulder.

He doesn't want Samara to see his back. Smart move, brother.
James did the same with the pants he held. He forced a smile to his face. "See you tomorrow."

"Absolutely." The invitation underlying that single word was impossible to miss.

"Good night to you, Samara." While she'd been focused on James, his brother had moved halfway toward the door.

Jason waited until James was between him and Samara before he turned his back to her. James stared at the scratches weeping blood as they walked away. They would be healed by morning, but James didn't question that Jason would relish every moment he could feel them.

I would if it was me.

They closed the door behind them and came face-to-face with Marietta.

James straightened, well aware of how they looked—sweat-misted, their cocks half-erect and coated in sex fluids and Samara's blood.

She has no right to judge. She knows what is expected.

"Why are you leaving her?" she whispered harshly.

James reminded himself not to snap at her. "She doesn't know our laws and traditions. Samara is nervous about falling asleep together. She's afraid of what you will think or say."

Marietta shook her head in frustration. He didn't question what she was thinking. If it wasn't for Sebastian, they could simply tell Samara.

Tell her. Show her. Reassure her. Seduce her to her destiny.

"What next?"

Thankfully, she deferred to them. James was in no mood to take orders.

Jason shrugged. "We study with her tomorrow. We work toward putting her at ease. We wait for an opportunity to tell her who and what she is." He turned away and started down the stairs.

Marietta gaped at his retreating back, then hid a giggle behind her hand.

James smirked at her. "You can tell Sebastian her shifted form is lovely." He loped down the stairs, smiling at the servant's wide-eyed look.

She wouldn't pass the message along, but she didn't need to. Saying it to the straight-laced servant was enough.

Chapter Six

"Samara, James and Jason are here with your class work. Do you feel up to seeing them?"

"Yes. Thank you, Marietta." At the very least, she didn't hover when the brothers were around. She would offer them something to eat and drink and then disappear to whatever other chores awaited her until lunch time.

Marietta waved them in. "Anything I can bring you? Coffee? Juice? A light snack?"

"Juice and some fruit and cheese, please," Samara requested, knowing Marietta would keep suggesting something until she agreed.

Jason tipped his fingers. "The same."

James's request followed close on his brother's heels. "Coffee. Thank you, Marietta."

"Right away." She left through a back door Samara had never investigated before.

I'm not sure why. I guess I always assumed it led to her rooms, and it wouldn't be acceptable for me to intrude.

"In addition to her rooms, there is a small kitchen back there." James wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pointing the way back and then to the right. "At meal times you take in your rooms, the main kitchen sends a chef to help her prepare the meal for you."

"Oh. That's why it never seems to take her long to bring back food." Samara supposed it made a certain amount of sense, though it was an incredible waste of resources to pamper one person.
Well, two, since Eva usually eats with me when I eat in my room.

"Samara?" Jason prompted her.

"I suppose I should see what work is waiting for me." She sighed.
Two days of missed classes already, and another three to come. What a lousy first impression I'm making.

Jason started pulling books from his knapsack. "It doesn't look like much, and all your professors know you're ill, so if you need more time to complete the work, they will be lenient."

That was good to hear. She started to rise to go to the table.

James placed his hands on her shoulders to stop her. "Bed rest. Remember?"

"How am I supposed to—"

He raised a finger for a moment of silence, then reached into the large shoulder bag he'd carried in and pulled out a lap desk.

"You two think of everything. Don't you?" Samara wasn't sure whether to be annoyed or amused by their solicitous care.
Amused. Enchanted. Damn it, how can I not enjoy two hot men seeing to my every need this way?

"Yes, and the sooner you learn that, the sooner we can get down to business." His smile said James was joking, but there was an underlying tension in him she couldn't make sense of.

Samara didn't try to. She took the books and papers from Jason's hands, then sent James to her desk for her notebooks. Well before Marietta returned with the tray, all three of them were lined up on the bed, studying hard.

* * * *

"Enough. My brain is turning to mush." Samara moaned and rubbed at her temples.

James smiled at her exaggeration.
She is so playful at times.
"You've been at it for three hours straight."
And she really doesn't have much left to do. Samara is a dedicated student.
"We should probably ask Marietta for some lunch." If he concentrated on it, James could hear her padding past the door, probably weighing the length of time she should wait before demanding Samara stop to eat.

Her stomach rumbled. "Probably a good idea."

"Roast chicken or grilled salmon?" Jason recited the lunch menu from memory.

She considered it, seemingly torn.

James didn't question that she wanted both. "We could get one choice and you the other and share."

"That sounds good."

Feeding you off my fork sounds more than good.
There was little a wolf enjoyed more than providing for his mate.

Jason rose and went to the servant's door. He knocked politely and relayed their order to Marietta. Then he returned to the bed.

The question that had been plaguing him all morning gnawed at James. It would take Marietta time to bring the food, and Samara needed a break from studying. It was time to broach the subject.

"Are we invited back for another movie tonight?"

She blushed a bit. Since she was still pale from the trauma of the attack, it looked good on her. "Of course."

Jason grinned widely, and James followed suit. His brother leaned down and laid a kiss on her throat, probably daydreaming—as James often did himself—about laying his mark in claim on her.

"Was it everything you'd hoped for?" Jason purred.

Samara hesitated, and James's blood ran cold.

It wasn't. We failed her.

Jason beat him to the question. "What didn't we do for you? What would make being with us perfect?"

Her cheeks went scarlet.

She was a virgin until last night. She doesn't have the confidence to ask for whatever it is.
James reached out and cupped her face up to his for a sweet kiss. "Now. Be honest with us. Believe me when I tell you we would do anything to fulfill your fondest wishes, and I doubt there is anything you could ask that would be uncomfortable for us."
Well…one thing, but how likely is she to ask for that?

"It's just…" She seemed to struggle for the words to explain it.

"Tell us," Jason pleaded.

"When you are with two guys…" She peeked up at them.

James nodded. "You wanted to experience double penetration." He didn't question it.

She squirmed. "Well, I…expected it, I guess."

"Dearest, if you want that, you will have it."

Jason nodded. "We didn't want to rush you."

James considered it. "Would you permit us to suggest something that may make it easier for you?"

Samara nodded and waved them on.

"Jason, you know what to get."

His brother didn't question it. They'd been planning for this day for a week. He rose from the bed and loped away toward the stairs to their rooms.

"What is he getting?" she asked.

"After lunch, we'll show you," he promised.

James pressed another kiss to her lips, his blood heating. Concentrating on his studies this afternoon was going to be difficult.

* * * *

Samara didn't look up from the lap desk when James and Jason came into the room. She squirmed, feeling the butt plug they'd put in earlier more acutely when she moved.

Her cheeks flamed at the memories of the day.

Putting it in had been a sensual delight, and the brothers had taken turns showing their appreciation by introducing her to new sexual positions. More than once, they'd captured her groans and screams of delight to avoid Marietta coming into the room to check on her.

As if the thought of her had summoned her forth, the servant appeared at her side and placed a hand on her cheek.

"Hmmm… I should call Benjamin."

"I'm sure I don't have a fever." Samara snapped. "It's just a little warm under the blankets."

Marietta's raised brow said she wasn't convinced.

"Could you drop the temperature another five degrees or so, please?"

"As you wish, but if you are still warm in the morning—"

"I know. You'll call the doctors again." She sighed.

Marietta offered James and Jason a nod. "I've left your food and drinks on the table. I'll clear the tray in the morning."

"Thank you, Marietta."

Samara managed to stifle the pleasant shiver by the skin of her teeth. There was something about the brothers speaking in unison that aroused her.

"Have a good evening." In the next moment, she was gone.

The temperature started to shift within a minute, and the brothers were stripped and on the bed with her a heartbeat later.

Jason took the pen from her hand, and James removed the lap desk. She let them, shocked by the speed of events.

Jason reached out to untie the lace robe she'd donned over a short negligee.

She covered the top tie with her hand. "Shouldn't we give Marietta time to settle?" They had the night before.

James grasped the next tie down and pulled the lace out slowly, watching it unfurl. "We
can
, but last night proves we won't be seeing her again tonight. She said so on the way out."

Samara let her hand drop to her lap, spellbound by the sight of him licking his lips.

Jason took advantage of the situation to open the tie she'd been covering. "Of course, if you're still not sure of that, we could put a movie in and pull the blankets up." He stroked one callused fingertip over her ready nipple. "But I don't promise not to touch."

"Yes. Let's—"

She made it no further. They were already under the quilt and sheet with her.

"What about the movie?"

James grabbed the remote from the bedside table and started pushing buttons. It was a different movie than the night before…and more blatant. It started off with a couple fully engaged in heavy petting, over clothes and under.

Jason raked a hungry gaze down her chest. "You seemed to enjoy the scenes last night."

"When did you…?" She swallowed hard at the sight of the man on the screen sucking an engorged nipple.

James leaned down and pressed a kiss to hers, through the negligee. "When you were in the toilet after lunch."

"I always knew you were the one with the wickedly sexual ideas."

Not to be undone, Jason pulled the bodice on the gown back to uncover one breast and suckled on the other nipple.

"And I bet you are responsible for the lavender." She bit at her lower lip.

He licked the hard nub. "I am."

James nuzzled at the other breast. "I bought you sex toys and movies we can share together."

"Watch, Samara," Jason whispered.

The couple on the screen was wearing less clothing, and engrossed with each other. Her body responded to what she was seeing.

Just as the man on the screen slid his fingers into the woman's body, James did the same to her. Samara gasped, her inner muscles gripping him tightly.

James hummed low in his throat. "She likes it. She likes watching and being touched."

"Good. Keep watching." Jason slipped the other side of the bodice down and went to work on the opposite nipple.

James pumped his fingers in and out, and his tongue played at her clit, making her head spin pleasantly.

I'm going to come. Oh, God, I am going to come so hard.

She glanced at the screen, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. The actor was applying some sort of oil to his cock and rubbing it in, his head thrown back and his arm muscles tightened.

It took a moment for her to realize Jason was no longer sucking at her. Samara glanced in his direction, her mouth going dry at the sight of him doing the same.

"Watch, Samara." James reminded her.

"This view is better." It was. She expected to hear them laugh at her observation, but they didn't.

Instead, Jason edged closer to her on the bed. "Move her."

James lifted her to her knees and positioned Samara at the edge of the mattress. Before she could make sense of their actions, he was back between her thighs, kneeling on the floor, using his lips and tongue to increase her pleasure.

Jason grasped the base of the butt plug and worked it in and out slowly, stretching the ring of tissue. He added lubrication to soften the muscle.

Out of the corner of her eye, Samara saw the actor easing his fingers out of his partner. He worked the head of his cock into her.

"You want to feel my cock inside you, don't you?" Jason breathed.

"Oh, yes."

The butt plug was abruptly gone, and the soft tip of his cock replaced it. Samara gasped.

On the screen, the actor was buried to the hilt in the woman. She pushed her ass back into the cradle of his hips.