Forbidden Mate (16 page)

She scanned the room. It was a bedroom she’d never
seen, but beyond the doorway, she recognized the cottage Marco and Targus lived
in. In fact, all three of her men were in the bedroom with her. Only the
comforting light from the distant fireplace lit the small bedroom. The sound of
wood crackling, in addition to the comforting scent, calmed her.

Wesley’s dark hair and features blended in with the
shadows in the room. Then she remembered so much more at once—he was a black
panther. And Targus and Marco were wolves. She’d touched one of them with her
own hands.

“You’ve been asleep for nearly forty-eight hours. You’re
body’s been through a lot. Do you remember anything?” he repeated.

“It’s coming back in pieces,” she said. “I was
attacked, but that’s all I remember.”

The sun set on the horizon, the navy sky shifting to
black. Soon the landscape would become void of color as night dominated the
land.

“You almost died,” said Marco. He was sitting beside
her on the bed, holding her hand. She curled her fingers around his. “We had no
choice.”

“No choice for what?”

Targus lounged on her opposite side, his broad
shoulder blocking her view of the other side of the room. He was gorgeous, his
narrowed eyes fixated on her. Why was every cell coming alive with need? She
couldn’t even remember falling asleep two days ago, so sex should have been the
last thing on her mind. But she suddenly felt ravenous. Just the sight of three
ripped and powerful men crowding her in the small bedroom was reason enough.

“One of the princesses had to help you, Helen. She
used her royal blood to save your life.
To change you.”

“Her blood?”

Targus ran a finger down the center of her chest.
She looked down and saw they’d stripped her naked. “Her royal blood has unique
properties. It can heal…or change a person.”

“Change a person?”

He took a deep cleansing breath. “She changed you,”
he blurted before slipping off the bed.

Wesley took his place. The tattoos decorating his
tanned skin suddenly aroused her twice as much as they usually did. “You were
near death, so she gave you life the only way she could. You’re like us now.
You’re…special.”

She narrowed her eyes, not catching the full meaning
of his words. Slowly she pieced together everything that had been said. “You don’t
mean I’m a shapeshifter?”

Wesley nodded with a smile. “Don’t you remember
shifting? You were quite rambunctious for a while. We had to hold you down
until you finally drifted off to sleep.”

Helen couldn’t remember anything but meaningless
fragments. It had been hard enough to accept that her lovers were
shapeshifters. The mere idea of something so far-fetched actually existing
still boggled her mind. She’d only had a brief time to accept the new
revelation before the she-wolf had attacked her.

Now they expected her to believe that she was a wolf
woman? Wouldn’t she know? Wouldn’t she feel different?

“That’s impossible. I’m the same as I’ve always
been.”

“Are you so sure about that?” asked Marco. He
brought her knuckles to his lips for a kiss. “Look out the window, Helen. What
do you see?”

She turned her head slightly and glanced out the
large windows looking out into the night sky. That’s when it hit her—the power
and intensity of the moon. The perfectly shaped sphere in the dark expanse
called to her, beckoning her to become one with the night. A new pressure in
her gum line was impossible to fight. Her core was like the molten center of a
volcano, the pressure mounting by the second. She squirmed on the bed, an
all-encompassing lust rolling through her body.

“Something’s happening to me.”

“It’s the full moon, sweetheart,” said Wesley. “No
shifter is immune to its pull. Not even me.”

She touched her teeth, now sharpened fangs.
Everything became clear. Helen now had the same intense urge to sink her
canines into all three of her men, to claim them as hers and mark them as
taken. She
salivated
just thinking about the taste of
their blood.

“I’m hot,” she said. Why was it so hard to pry her
eyes from the moon? There were rough hands all over her. She reached out,
coming into contact with hard muscle. Marco and Targus both hovered over her,
kissing, licking, touching. They fed into her desire, the room coming alive
with pheromones.

“Yes,
you are
.”
Targus growled, nipping her earlobe. “Things will be different now,” he said.

“What do you mean?” Helen’s eyes rolled back in her
head as they lavished her with attention.

“We don’t have to be careful with you now.”

Everything became clear, like a great fog lifting
off her mind. She finally understood the mating bond, and the instant
connection the men spoke of. The revelation that Wesley, Targus, and Marco were
her destiny gave her a sense of belonging. Her doubts and fears fizzled away,
replaced by a heady desire.

Wesley crept up from the foot of the bed, spreading
her legs apart as he moved. “Everything feels more intense during the full
moon,” he explained. “It will take time to learn control.”

She believed him. Helen let her legs part loosely at
the knees, needing the men to take her in every way imaginable.

“It’s her first moon as a she-wolf,” said Marco.
“Let her have her fun tonight.” He ran a thumb across her nipple as Wesley swiped
his tongue up her folds. His tongue was barbed like a wild cat’s, giving her
pussy more delicious friction. She cried out, thrusting up her hips for more
attention.

“Hold her down,” said Wesley.

Targus kissed her hard on the mouth, his taste like
an aphrodisiac, not that she needed one with her pussy pulsing stronger than
her heart. As they explored each other’s mouths, Marco suckled her breast, his
free hand pressed against her stomach to keep her grounded. There was so much erotic
attention, so much stimulation that she didn’t even
know
where she was and didn’t care. It didn’t even matter which man did what,
because she knew in her heart that she loved them all equally. Each man was
fated to her and being in this transformed body finally gave her the insight to
realize the truth.

She was so close to orgasm, but Wesley continually
kept it out of reach. He drove her crazy, sucking her bundle of nerves and
fucking her with his tongue only long enough to bring her to a desperate
precipice. Then he’d stop until her pending orgasm eased. She felt feral, ready
to use her new claws to get what she wanted.

“More,” she cried. “Please…”

One of them flipped her over on her stomach, her
cheek against the mattress. She only felt the brief shock of cold lube before a
massive cock was shoved into her ass. Helen screamed—the rush of fullness and
satisfaction overwhelming. The wolf within her rejoiced in the rough
domination, eager for more of the same.

“Good girl. You’re so fucking tight,” Marco grated.

Targus didn’t stop him this time. She was no longer
a delicate human. The hard cock plunged in and out of her asshole with stamina.
Each time she
gasped,
the pressure and pleasure making
her delirious.

“You like it hard, baby girl?” Wesley’s voice was
like a dream when she was so lost in the moment.

“
Yes
.”

Her body was slammed into the mattress over and over
as Marco fucked her ass in long, smooth strokes.
 
His hands were braced at either side of her
head, the corded muscles in his forearms testament to his strength and
virility.

“Tell me you want more cock,” said Wesley.

She did. Helen wanted it all, hard and dirty, all
night long. The moon had a wicked effect on her, any caution or insecurity left
at the starting gate.

“Yes.”

“Tell me,” he demanded.

“Give me more cock,” she managed to say when she was
already overflowing. Marco suddenly slipped away, leaving her empty and achy.
Targus pulled her hair, her head tilting back as they shifted her body to the
side. Within seconds he filled her ass with his own thick cock. Wesley watched
as Targus began to fuck her. Her head was trapped in place as Targus held her
hair in a fight fist. Her breasts jostled, her hips jerking each time his dick
entered her from behind.

Wesley had a naughty smirk on his face, watching with
relish. He finally settled on his own side in front of her, carefully out of
her reach. His body was gorgeous, tanned to a flawless golden hue. His tattoos
were menacing and sexy. He leaned forward just to suck her nipples. He sucked
hard, not sweet and gentle. The delicate mix of pleasure and pain forced her
into a spontaneous orgasm. Her ass clamped down on Targus’s erection, her pussy
pulsing on and on. She couldn’t help but scream, especially when the
stimulation from both men never let up. It was too much for her to handle, so
many epicenters of pleasure.

“That was number one,” said Wesley. “We’re just
getting started.”
 
He shuffled closer,
holding the root of his huge dick. Targus assisted, lifting her thigh high
enough for Wesley to penetrate her cunt with his member. It slid all the way in
to the hilt thanks to her overflow of natural juices. She was ready to explode
with so much male flesh filling her, front and back.

Marco watched from the side of the bed as the two
men worked her between them like a favorite toy. He pumped his cock, watching
and waiting with those lethal wolf eyes.

Hands were everywhere, squeezing and playing,
smacking and teasing. A new pressure built and she didn’t even bother to hold
back any longer. Her second orgasm came soon after the first, even more
satisfying with two cocks filling her. The men groaned and growled as her body
tightened around them in deep waves.

Wesley pulled away, falling to his back. His muscled
chest and ripped abs glistened with clean sweat. “Bite me,” he said. “Fuck, I
need you to bite me.”

He was the only one who hadn’t marked her as a mate.
Their connection needed to be solidified like the other two. As soon as Targus
pulled free from her ass, she climbed over Wesley’s prone body. She didn’t need
to be told what to do. Everything felt natural, like she’d always had a wolf
living inside of her. She lashed out and bit down on the deliciously thick
muscle at the base of his neck. He inhaled suddenly, proving she had little
control and had bitten too hard. But the sweet taste of his blood on her tongue
kept her rooted in place. She lapped at his skin with her tongue, ready to
devour everything all the way to his cock. Helen felt ravenous.

“My turn.”
Wesley easily flipped them over so he dominated. His massive shoulders blocked
out the view of the ceiling. He stretched her arms up above her head and
secured both her wrists with one hand. First he just licked her pulse points,
not biting or nipping. She held her breath as she waited for that initial stab
of pain. Helen wasn’t afraid because she was well aware of the rush of heat and
pleasure that would follow.

“Did you know shifters mate for life?” Wesley asked
between kisses. He had a magical tongue, painting patterns above her erogenous
zones with expert skill.

“That sounds perfect.”

She was so used to love ‘em and leave ‘em men in her
life. It seemed a rarity to find a man ready to commit for the long haul. She
knew the mating bond was for life as soon as she’d been changed from human to
she-wolf. It gave her a sense of peace to know she’d found her place.

He leaned back, looking at her eye to eye. “I’m a
Royal Elite, Helen. You may not understand the complexity of my role in our
society yet, but marking you is a huge step in my life. I’m putting you
first—above the entire monarchy.”

She was at a loss for words. There was still so much
she was clueless about. She’d only just found out her part-time lovers were
shapeshifters and now she was one herself. Helen was thankful she’d taken all
the news and changes without losing her mind entirely.

He kissed her lips.
Once.
Then she felt the heat of his breath as he moved in close. The first puncture
of her skin made her gasp. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck
as he suckled her wound, binding them forever.

 
“I can’t
believe I’m sharing my mate
with an
Elite,” said
Marco. “I never would have guessed.”

“I can’t believe I’m sharing. Period,” Targus teased.

The four of them shared the large bed, looking out
the window into the clear night sky. They stroked her hair gently, making her
feel loved and surrounded. “What about my life back home? I had an apartment.”
And not much else worth going back for.

“This is your home now,” said Marco.

“For
all
of us?”
She remembered seeing Wesley’s apartment.
The thought of him leaving to go home at the end of the night made her feel
empty. She needed to keep close with all three of her men.

“I guess I can put up with the panther for your
sake, Helen.” Marco ran a fingertip along the marks on her neck as if
mesmerized by the sight of his own bite. “
Beautiful
.”