Authors: Marie Harte
“Then I thought it might be Vicki. Kate doesn’t seem to like
her, and well, we did help Eric mark her.”
Jesse remembered the occasion with fondness, when he and
Logan had helped mark the prime’s new queen, folding her into Eric’s pack. “I
don’t see where she’d have cause for concern. Hell, she helped Diana mark Sean,
and I’m okay with it.”
Kate had fucked Sean, and he
wasn’t
okay with it. But
Ravagers didn’t do jealousy. As sexual as they were, sharing partners, even
sometimes among mates, happened.
Logan frowned. “I don’t like thinking about her with anyone
else.”
Surprised Logan experienced the same pangs of envy Jesse
did, he felt better about the odd feelings he refused to admit. “Your idea to
give her space isn’t working.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.” Logan huffed and dropped
into the thick chair by Jesse’s bed. “Seriously, what’s with the packing?” He
nodded to Jesse’s bag.
“I’m done waiting. I don’t care about mating tradition.
Isn’t it Prime’s idea that we try to fit in better with the Norms? The men
around here take what they want. I’m taking Kate.”
Logan sat up. “What?”
“You heard me. I’m tired, I’m horny and I miss her.”
“How do you think I feel?”
“Who the hell knows?” Jesse considered his best friend.
Logan still laughed and teased. The lighthearted member of their little family
never let anything keep him down.
“I fucking miss her as much as you do, asshole. Just because
I try to keep a positive attitude about things doesn’t mean I don’t care. One
of us has to be upbeat.”
“What does that mean?”
“You walk around all day moping and pining. Yeah, I said pining.”
At Jesse’s look, Logan shrugged. “Vicki’s word, not mine. But it still fits.
You’re a brooding pain in my ass, and I can only take so much of your
negativity.”
That hurt, but Jesse wasn’t going to stick around to defend
himself. He wanted Kate back, and by damn, he was going to get her. “I’m outta
here.”
Logan shot out of the chair and knocked Jesse to the ground.
The minute his friend brushed against him, his cock hardened like stone. Logan
tried to force him into submission, but Jesse didn’t like to be topped.
Instead, he grappled with the idiot until he pinned Logan under him.
Logan’s eyes flashed with heat. “That bulge in your pants is
hard to miss.”
“Back at you,” Jesse panted. He licked his lips, aching for
release. “I thought we agreed we’d wait until we had her with us.”
Logan groaned when Jesse shifted his weight. “We’re waiting.
No sex. But dammit, you keep moving like that and I’ll come in my pants. Stop,”
he barked when Jesse intentionally rocked against him.
“Tsk, tsk. Have some control, pup.”
“You’re a shithead, you know that?” Logan groaned when Jesse
leaned up on his elbows and ground his pelvis against him. “Fuck. I said stop,”
he rasped even as he arched up, increasing the friction.
Jesse could take pain. His early years had been nothing but
fighting, holding on to survive amidst the chaos and ferocity of Ravager life
in their homeworld. But Logan hadn’t known the savagery of the slums. He’d been
raised in a caring pack before escaping sure death into the Voids. He knew a
gentler way of life, though he hated being reminded of it. And though he’d
never admit it, Logan needed sex more than most Ravagers. Going without was
hurting him needlessly. No reason Logan should suffer just because Kate was
being so stubborn.
Jesse sat up and straddled Logan’s thighs. He unbuttoned
Logan’s jeans and slowly pulled down his zipper.
“Jesse, man, we agreed not to—”
“Shut up.” Jesse watched Logan’s cock spring up the moment
the fabric parted. His ruddy cock head leaked at the tip, and the darkened
shaft blushed with arousal. Scooting back so he could lower those jeans, Jesse
pulled them down and made sure to free Logan’s heavy sac.
Logan groaned. “Oh man, I’m so fucking hard.”
Jesse salivated at the sight and scent of his packmate.
Kate’s pack, he reminded himself. And in her absence, he’d take care of their
mate as he saw fit. “
She
should be doing this.”
Before Logan could agree, Jesse lowered his head and took
Logan deep, all the way to the back of his throat. His mate bucked and cried
out, then grasped Jesse’s hair as he jerked and tried to move deeper.
“Need you so bad,” Logan panted and ground against Jesse’s
lips. Two more short pumps and he came hard, jetting down Jesse’s throat.
Logan’s throaty cries made it hard to resist his own orgasm,
but Jesse deserved the painful frustration. If he’d taken care of Kate the way
he’d wanted to, they could have avoided this mess. But no, he’d tried to
respect Kate’s wishes. Hell, he’d gone so far as to take Logan’s advice. And he
knew better.
“Oh my God. Jesse,” Logan breathed. “Man, that was so
fucking good. Thanks.”
Jesse pulled away, kissed Logan’s still semi-hard cock and
tucked him back into his jeans. “You needed that.” He stood stiffly and
adjusted himself.
“Looks like you need it too.”
“I’ll wait.”
Logan’s eyes narrowed. “Then what the hell was this all
about? Still trying to protect me, the weakest member of the pack? That’s
bullshit and you know it. You may be an inch taller, but I can outrun you any
day of the week.”
“Whatever, Logan.”
“No, not whatever. Look, I need sex and touch. So do you.
We’re fucking Ravagers. And even though you’d rather be tortured than admit it,
you need affection just as much. Wanting to belong doesn’t make me weak, and
denying it doesn’t make you strong.”
“Hell no. We’re not getting into this now. Not when we have
Kate to save. You want her? Then get your ass in gear. It’s past time to claim
Kate for our own.”
“Don’t think we won’t talk about this later.” Logan stood on
shaky legs and straightened his clothes. He pulled his shoulder-length hair
free of his shirt and readjusted a few buttons. “Shit. You mean it about going
after Kate?” Cautious excitement replaced Logan’s annoyance. “What about
Prime?”
“What about him? Eric has the clan to worry about. Besides,
he’s busy with Vicki, Dom and Malcolm. Kate’s ours, Logan. It’s time we showed
her that, once and for all.”
Chapter Two
A few hours after she’d checked in, Kate shifted again in
her bed, restless and still unable to sleep, her body on fire. She’d been
suffering for weeks, but lately her needs had begun to actually hurt. Flashes
of Logan’s laughing eyes and Jesse’s sober smile called to her
guer
,
demanding she cement the bonds that had started last month, when Eric had
declared her new pack status and she’d acknowledged Jesse and Logan as mates.
Mates she hadn’t yet mated, because she wanted something from them they were
incapable of giving.
She rolled to her feet and ignored the throbbing in her clit
and nipples. The heavy air conditioner made her internal temperature somewhat bearable,
but her needs never quite died. Masturbation didn’t work. It only made her womb
spasm harder, cramping in denial. Time to hit the shower.
As she entered the smaller room, she considered her pathetic
circumstances. She should have been basking in her new pack. Two males to call
her own, the autonomy of being the sole female in her own family. But nothing
about her mating had gone according to tradition. Prime had more or less
ordered her to take Logan and Jesse. She couldn’t stop wondering if they’d said
yes to obey Eric or because they wanted her. And that really hurt.
Kate knew she was foolish to believe in love and happily
ever after. Human concepts that failed time and time again in this world, as
evidenced by the divorce statistics growing daily. But Kate wasn’t human.
Ravagers lived by a different standard, where sex shouldn’t necessitate
affection, but fulfilled a biological need. So why couldn’t she just accept
Jesse and Logan as hers? Why should she care that they craved the prime’s
female? The constant flirting, the affectionate glances, the praise they
practically heaped on the woman, all of it drove her insane. She couldn’t be
around them without wanting to scream
why
. Why couldn’t they feel that
way about her?
Ripping the shower curtain from the bar in a rage, she
growled and tossed it aside, then turned the water to cold and stepped in the
tub. As the freezing drops pelted her sensitive skin, she absorbed the tiny
pings of pain, hoping to drown out her anguish. By the Voids, what she wouldn’t
give for some peace from this heat and her fucked-up emotions.
She stood under the shower for close to an hour, just
letting the water wash away her cares. When Kate could move without thoughts of
Jesse and Logan shadowing her every step, she left the shower, dried off and
padded through her room to the bed. The curtains remained closed, sheltering
her from the light of her current reality, and she fell into an exhausted
slumber the second her head hit the pillow.
Awakening to the subtle sounds of movement in her room, Kate
couldn’t tell how much time had passed in the dark. She felt much better, both
physically and mentally. Until she tried to roll out of bed.
Kate tugged at her wrists and ankles, spread out like a
human X, unable to move. She blinked up at darkness—into a blindfold. Sounds
rustled from two different directions. More than one trespasser and she
couldn’t move.
Fear crept over her, a fogging lassitude that made it hard
to think. Kate prized control, and the feel of ties around her wrists and
ankles scared the shit out of her. Even worse, in her confusion, she couldn’t
smell more than a hint of the wildness proclaiming them Ravagers. Had Mike and
his asshole friend returned to finish what they’d started this morning?
Before she could speak, strong hands lifted her head and
muted her with a ball gag.
Garbled behind the ball, “I’ll kill you, you pieces of shit!
Cowards, too afraid to fight a female,” came out much less threatening than
intended.
One of the men groaned, and she heard something familiar in
his voice. Then he spoke and she wanted to gut him from stem to sternum. “That
has got to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Kate Savage tied up,
blindfolded and gagged.” Logan sighed, and suddenly his scent filled the area.
To her irritation, her pussy flooded, anticipation making
her nearly dizzy with desire. If Logan was here, then Jesse had to be close by.
She shouldn’t want them, shouldn’t care that they’d tracked her down and tied
her up. Taking advantage of her while she’d been asleep was a cowardly act, yet
also a strangely provocative one.
Thick fingers traced the inside of her leg from her calf to
her thigh. They crept higher, and she shivered as those calloused digits grazed
the wet folds of her sex.
“This is ours,” Jesse stated, his voice low, gravelly and
sexy as hell. “Hear that, Kate?”
Logan added, “We gave you time. Hell, I tried to be nice for
your sake, Kate. But really, enough is enough.”
Nice?
She’d give them nice. She swore at them behind
the gag and twisted and turned. Her claws came out but couldn’t do any damage
to the ties binding her tight. When she made a move to use her
guer,
to
change into the physical manifestation of her warrior’s spirit, she got her
second huge shock of the night. Her energy had been blocked somehow.
“Now, Kate, that’s just cheating. We’ve stayed human, you
should too.” Jesse’s finger slid between her folds and pushed deep. “But if you
want to put up a fight, you know we won’t stop you. Nothing a Ravager likes
more than a challenge.”
The feel of him inside her was incredible, and she couldn’t
stop her body from clamping down to hold him tight.
“Christ, Logan. Feel this.” Jesse removed his finger so
Logan could.
The two men felt completely different. Logan, with a light,
sensual touch, seduced her. Jesse was darker, harder, more forceful. The
combination of the two suited everything she might want in lifelong partners.
If she’d still wanted them, she told herself.
Remember, they don’t care
about you that way
—
She arched up when Logan added another finger and shoved it
deep.
Then a hot mouth covered her clit and she came with a
muffled scream.
“Oh fuck. Let me taste her before I come in my pants,” Logan
rasped.
Fingers and mouth withdrew, but then another mouth covered
her swollen nub. Logan teased her with his tongue and nipped with his teeth,
shooting her into another, more intense climax.
“I want that mouth,” Jesse muttered. “I want to come inside
it. You need to drown in my cum for being such a bad, bad girl, Kate.”
“Hmm,” Logan agreed and licked her cream. He lifted from her
pussy and slid his fingers through her slit and lower, skating around the
sensitive rim of her anus. “I wonder how much play she’s had here.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Jesse answered in a thick voice. “Because
after we’re done with her, there won’t be one part of her body not covered in
thick, sweet cum.”
Kate tried to wrap her mind around everything. Jesse as a
dominant? Logan toying with her ass? This close, she could smell their combined
arousal mingling with hers, and even her
guer
sat up and took notice. It
was all she could do not to purr with satisfaction.
God, please don’t let me be dreaming
. Then again,
this was better than any dream she’d ever had of the two men. Female Ravagers
claimed their males. They ruled the roost, despite the fact their males were
physically stronger. Ravagers respected females, almost to the point of
worship. Kate didn’t do nice. And she didn’t know how to respond when others
treated her with such care.
For the past four weeks, she’d been wallowing in self-pity.
Her mates had tiptoed around her every word, waiting for her final acceptance
while they watched their new queen with welcome and pride. They wanted Vicki—a
soft human female they could no longer have.
Vicki’s not soft or frail at
all
, her conscience tried to assert, but Kate ignored it.