She levered her head up and swiveled her neck to watch Jason come for her. Her breathing went ragged, and her fingernails sharpened against his thigh.
Jason captured her lips in a heated kiss. When he pulled back, he thrust inside her in one smooth movement, his cock crowding James's inside her. "Is this what you wanted, Samara?"
It was a taunt, and she shivered in response to it. Her claws raked lightly at James's thigh, an instinctual show that she could fight them off.
But she isn't. She's submitting to us, as a pair.
"Yes." It came out a rough release of breath, no doubt spoken through sharpened canines.
James and Jason matched their movements, retreating and thrusting in near unison. There was no play at taking turns filling her; Samara was their mate, and she would know what being full of them both felt like.
Their sounds moved from pants to growls and grumbles. Samara closed a hand in James's hair, tugging lightly. She cupped the other around the back of Jason's neck and dragged him closer. She dragged her lips up and down Jason's chest and throat, her mouth opened a bit.
His brother's fangs peeked past his lips. James watched them, spellbound. Had her fertile cycle prompted her to demand their blood?
Samara jerked her head back, and James swallowed a curse. As if Jason agreed, they sped up at the same time.
She stiffened, her inner muscles pulsing in sweet release. Her howl echoed off the walls.
James bit back a laugh at that. Chase, their servant, was certain to have broken sleep tonight.
He scowled at a further thought.
If I learn he beat off to the sounds of Samara with us, I will gut him.
James and Jason joined her in climax, their own little den staking territory as a unit. They clung to each other, sharing breath, supporting each other.
Samara started laying kisses down Jason's chest, her need to mate driving her to more, no doubt.
James eased out of her. "That's right, Samara," he whispered, well aware that her hearing would be heightened. "Jason will give you what you want while I wash up."
Before James climbed off the mattress, the two were engaged in a passionate kiss.
* * * *
Jason restrained himself. If he didn't do that, he would take her down and fuck her hard and fast. James had promised anything
she
wanted, and her pheromones said Samara likely had distinct ideas about the subject.
I just wish they included marking each other.
The sight of her preparing to choose a site to plant her teeth had nearly stopped his heart in excitement.
Soon. She'll need to taste our blood soon.
If she didn't do so within the next week or so, a burgeoning pregnancy would force her to sate the need.
Will that alienate her? If she finds herself carrying our pups before she knows what she is? What we all are?
Samara dragged her face away, forcing his mind back to the present.
Her shifted eyes were hard in warning, her ear tips twitching. "I will have you as I want you."
What a glorious Alpha female she is.
"Whatever you want." A male would be a fool to deny a female satiation of her choice, when she offers such boundless delights in her heat.
She pushed him backward, forcing Jason flat on his back on the mattress. The part of him urging Jason to dominate her was silenced at the first lick over his nipples, a long swipe from right to left, her roughened tongue raising more than his interest.
Jason settled his hands on the back of her head, encouraging her. The licks alternated with nips. Her tasting moved lower. By the time she reached his abdomen, he was praying Samara intended to suck him as she had James.
Fuck the teeth. She could maim me, and I'll heal. And if Samara draws blood, she may need to taste more. We could be mated before James reaches the bed. Blood-drunk, she would bind herself to James as well.
It seemed Samara had no intention of maiming him. Her lips and tongue played at his cock, bathing him, enticing him. She slipped lower and sucked on his sac, causing it to fill again.
Jason arched up with a strangled groan, burying his claws in the palms of his hands.
James isn't crazy for allowing this. Not at all. I would allow Samara to grant me this every day, were she willing.
She circled her tongue around his sac lazily, and she murmured against his skin.
Probably reacting to my arousal. To the increase in my scent.
In the next heartbeat, Samara was sucking the length of his cock down, engulfing him in bliss. He was on the verge of exploding when she moved.
* * * *
Inside. Damn it, this isn't enough!
Samara rushed to straddle his hips, then slipped down over Jason's cock.
He feels so good. So right. They both do.
She started rocking back and forth, then up and down, driving him deeper inside her. Samara stripped off her nightgown and dropped it to the floor. She drew Jason's hands up to her breasts, offering them to him.
He wasn't gentle.
Not that I want him to be.
Jason rubbed and tweaked at her nipples, sending bolts of pleasure through her body. He licked his lips, a sure sign that he would be leaving love bites if the position were move favorable.
Yes, bite.
The idea of him leaving tender marks on her drove her on. Samara rode him harder, needing to feel him climax inside her again.
He started meeting her movements, taking her deeper. Suddenly, he surged up, suckling hard at her breast. Jason pushed down on her hips, embedding himself tightly inside her.
Her senses scattered at the change. "Yes. Oh, yes. Jason, please." It ended on a keening wail. Her body tightened, seeking his heat. Craving it.
His climax set off hers, and Samara pitched backward…into James's chest. She came hard, screaming in release. Still, it wasn't enough.
I can't
get
enough of them. I can't even define enough.
"That's right." James smoothed his hand down her back to her hip. He nipped at her earlobe. He shifted his hips, letting her feel how hard he was. "Say you want me now."
"Yes." Her body held tight to Jason's cock, but she wanted James's between her thighs, moving, enflaming her lust further. "You, James. Now."
In a whirlwind of motion, he lifted her off Jason's still-hard cock, laid her back on the mattress next to his brother, then thrust deep inside her. Samara screamed, the conflicting sensations making her head spin.
James crooned to her. "We're going to make love to you all night long, Samara. In Jason's bed. In the shower. In the living area. On the furniture, on the rugs, and against the walls." He stroked slowly inside her, setting off aftershocks. "Tomorrow, we're going to share you all day long in your rooms."
"But—"
"Tomorrow is Friday. We will have all weekend to do class work. Well, aside from the football game."
Soccer. James and Jason were at practice this afternoon.
Samara nodded.
Tomorrow will be the last full day Marietta will be gone. She's due back an hour before the game.
James didn't pause. "You're ours, Samara. Can we share you?"
"I always knew you were the one with the wickedly sexy ideas."
He smiled slyly. "So you've said before. Can we share you?"
Another climax rocked her. Catching her breath seemed to take far too long. "Yes. Definitely."
Jason reached between their bodies and stroked at her sensitive clit, making her gasp. "The shower next."
She arched up off the mattress, her senses in overdrive.
Oh, yes.
Chapter Eight
Two days later
Jason snuggled up behind her and Samara smiled. She still wasn't sure if what she was doing was depraved or not, but it felt right.
All those stories about Dad growing up in a commune rubbed off on me?
She supposed it was possible.
Eva breezed into the room without knocking. She started bustling around, then turned toward the bed with a grin.
Samara gaped, waiting for a reaction. Eva crossed her arms under her chest and started tapping one foot on the thick carpet. Before Samara could form words, Eva was issuing orders.
"You two are supposed to be at the field already. Report time was ten, as I recall. Instead, you're here, putting Samara behind schedule. She has to bathe and eat before we take her to the stadium, you realize. Get up. Go on. Move, before the coach benches you for the game." She waved her arms in wide arcs toward the hall door.
Samara's cheeks flamed. "Could you—"
James sighed dramatically. "Very well." He turned and laid a lingering kiss on Samara's lips. "We'll continue later?"
She nodded, breathless, her body throbbing in want of immediate consummation.
Jason appeared over her as James retreated. There was nothing soft and slow about his kiss. It seemed he was intent on defying Eva and seducing Samara right in front of her, just to prove he could.
When he pulled away, she moaned in protest.
"Until then." It sounded like a promise.
"Up." Eva pointed to the door imperiously.
They're naked.
That didn't seem to bother James and Jason. They eased out from beneath the quilt, collected their clothes, then made their way out of the room, delightfully nude and erect. James offered an irreverent little wave for Eva on the way.
Eva turned her head to watch them go, and Samara cringed, anticipating the explosion of anger or disgust that was likely coming.
"Mmm-mmm." Eva purred when the door closed behind them. "Those two have gorgeous asses."
"And cocks. And everything else." It was out before Samara could rein herself in.
Eva started laughing, doubling over, her face going scarlet.
"I don't know what's wrong with me," Samara grumbled.
"Wrong with you?" Eva's eyebrows bunched in a look of confusion. "Don't you enjoy your time with James and Jason?"
Samara's cheeks burned in embarrassment.
That would be the understatement of the century.
Eva laughed heartily, collapsing at the foot of the bed. "Oh, Samara. You are just a hot-blooded Alpha."
"Not the term my mother would use."
Why should I care what she thinks? I shouldn't. She's a prude. Worse, she's a hypocrite masquerading as a prude.
It felt good to acknowledge that.
Eva sighed. "Your mother isn't our kind. No offense, but she can't understand running barefoot in the meadow under the bright lovers' moon."
"She doesn't even like walking barefoot in the park in full daylight."
She
loathes
nature. We couldn't be more different.
"You see. Our people are free and wild. We are true to ourselves, our innate natures, and to our communities and the natural world we are brothers and sisters to."
"Are we some sort of upscale Romani gypsies? Or maybe Native Americ…well, native tribesmen from wherever?"
Eva smiled. "Close. More than two and a half millennia ago, we started as two separate groups. One was from Eastern Europe—close friends and sometimes kin to the Romani, actually. The other was from mainland Greece."
Samara settled in to hear the rest. This was the most information she'd ever gotten about their people.
"The early ones… They were stupid and shortsighted. Rather than working together, they went to war. It took more than four centuries to resolve their differences. In the end, the leaders of both sides sat down and formed a pact and a line of succession."
"Succession? How does that work?" If she was an Alpha, did that mean she was in the line of succession somewhere?
"Well, the first two fought for the position. We've rarely fought since then, unless someone went rogue or individuals argued the line of succession. The rules put in place made sure it was a one-on-one fight. There would be no more wars over leadership."
As there were rules when I had to fight Christiana to confirm my place as Alpha.
She nodded. "Much better than wars."
"It is." Eva paused for a moment. "Since then, the rules handle peaceful succession…usually. If the current leader has a son or sons, the eldest takes leadership. The younger brother takes leadership, if the eldest dies without heirs or without adult heirs."
"Sounds pretty misogynistic to me. What about his daughters? Or if he only
has
daughters?"
"A daughter can only take leadership if her brothers have died or if she has no brothers. She shares the leadership with her mate or mates, as a male would with his mate. However, the ruling family switches to the family of the mates."
"Because…she becomes part of that family when she marries into it." Samara was guessing, but it seemed a logical assumption.
Eva nodded. "It's really quite brilliant. The leader's family changes with some regularity…at least once a century or so. I admit that the original rules called for arranged marriages between the sides to force intermarriage of the Alpha class, to facilitate the two factions passing leadership back and forth. They have so intermarried now, no one has to trace back lineage to make sure it happens. We truly see ourselves as one people now.
"It's still…
traditional
for Alphas to mate with Alphas, but I suppose that makes sense, all things considered. Strong-willed individuals will tend to choose mates who match them in temperament, it seems."
Samara dissected what she'd heard so far, certain she was missing something basic.
She said mate or mates, didn't she?
"And our…people are good with the idea of polyamory or polygamy?"
"To be honest, it has always been encouraged for Alpha females. I'm sure James and Jason would be crushed if you ultimately chose only one of them and rejected the other. Their bond as brothers might not survive the loss."
She realized she was gaping and forced her mouth shut. It took a moment to finagle her way to speech. "Really?"