Raining Kisses (The Opeth Pack Saga Book 2) (13 page)

Krystyna licked her lips.

His eyes widened, eyelashes batted at her. “Touch me, Krystyna. Please?”

“You never beg.” Tentatively, Krystyna reached for his cock. It bobbed in her hands until she sealed her fingers around it.

Warmth surrounded his throbbing erection. “That’s it, lover. Play with me.” He couldn't help the growls coming from him.

She began pumping him slowly, dragging one fingernail across his thigh at the same time.

He shuddered, hips arching upward.

Katarina sealed her mouth over Krystyna’s.

Krystyna moaned, cupping Nicholaus’ balls. Tugging gently at first, she played, caressed, then tugged harder.

He hissed through gritted teeth at the sensation of pain and pleasure shooting through him. Nails dug into his thigh and he yelped again. Lips sealed over his. He wasn’t sure whose mouth at first, but a quick sweep of his tongue over soft, plump lips let him know it was Krystyna by her taste.

Her angry kisses forced him against the bed. He felt her anger at his leaving in every kiss, touch and caress.

She let go of his cock. “If this continues, I’ll hurt you.”

He shook his head slowly, eyes closed. “No. You won’t. I’m a big boy now. Separation from you both was punishment enough. Please don’t deny me, Krys.”

Katarina licked her lips. “Taste him, then me.”

The weight of remorse decided to rear up now, pissing him off. He shook the weight off his shoulders and met Krystyna's angry stare. “I'm so sorry, lover. I’m here now. Please, join and let me make amends. Please.”

Krystyna dipped her head down, engulfing his cock between her lips.

Her hot mouth sealed tight over his cock, engulfing him in intense flames and making him suck in a breath.

Her tongue snaked over his cock, under the sensitive shaft and over his head.

Clutching the sheets, he only could undulate beneath her. “Goddess, Krystyna. Your mouth is—”

Pulling up the length of his shaft, she tilted her head and nipped him lightly.

Again, he exhaled and slammed a free hand into the bed. Proper thought, worry and fear fled from the heat of her mouth. His heart started pumping blood through him and the wolf inside, his true being, wagged its tail.

Krystyna drew his balls into her mouth, her tongue flicking over each one.

Sweat broke out on Nicholaus’ brow. His body tightened. His balls tried to draw against his body but Krystyna wouldn’t let them.

She sucked and licked his cock, the head and balls before dipping her tongue between his ass cheeks.

Squirming, Nicholaus stiffened. Watching a hand reach out for Katarina, he saw fingers disappear into her soaked pussy.

She swallowed a breath and fell over Nicholaus, biting his chest, his nipples, neck and jaw.

“You belong to us,” Katarina whispered.

Something was wrong. Nicholaus knew something was terribly wrong the moment he looked down at Krystyna.

Krystyna popped the head of his cock out of her mouth and glanced at him with lust filled eyes. Oh, and that sexy dominant manner she possessed made him wonder why she wasn't the head of this triad, but her breathy tone shoved the question from his mind. “You are ours, Nicholaus. And I’m going to make sure you stay that way.”

“What are you—” He struggled against them but Krystyna pinned him down. Teeth dug into his thigh hard enough to draw blood. “You didn’t!” A flash of light burst before his eyes so bright it blinded him momentarily. He blinked, trying to see through the brightness but found only darkness, then felt the burning bit of flesh, the dull pain of blood pumping through an open wound, being sucked through him.

Lips pressed against his flesh, his head swam. Then he looked down, and saw Krystyna.

Krystyna looked over his cock, possessiveness in her eyes. “Katarina, are you going to follow me?”

Without a word, Katarina dipped her head over his heart, her hair covering her head completely. “I’m not apologizing, Nicholaus. I love you this much.” Teeth dug into his skin, drawing blood.

The blinding light hit again, slamming into him and making his body jerk all over the bed before it stopped and the light rescinded. Tremors rocked his body while he shook against her mouth and struggled to break free.

Once a tongue licked the wound, his body settled.

“With these wounds, we draw blood. With these wounds, we bind you to us. You are our mate forever, Nicholaus.” Both women repeated the phrase once more.

He waited; unaware of what would come next. What had they just done? Damned him to a life with the pack? He looked at them, abject horror registering on his face before a powerful sensation slammed into his body, causing his climax. Pain flashed behind his eyes that melded into pleasure and the next thing he felt was Krystyna’s tight pussy milking him.

Letting out a bliss filled sigh, he found his body once again on auto pilot, with him sitting, pumping into Krystyna’s tight, velvet pussy.

Arms wrapped around Krystyna and himself, forcing his energy into his cock while Krystyna rode him.

“I love you, Nicholaus. Please remember that.”

He couldn't remember anything feeling this much like home in his entire life. Not even when he was growing up and called Hungary home.

No, home wasn’t a location. It was a state of mind, he decided, while sitting between his two lovers.

They’d done the one thing unheard of in many years among mates, even now in troubled times.

They’d claimed him and bound him to them. The males who stayed behind and accepted fate via Prophecy let the mating and claiming happen and although the pack was poor and scrawny, the others seemed happy. But Nicholaus was different. Didn’t they realize how dangerous that was? What happened to one mate could affect the other or others.

Goddamn it.

Krystyna rose and sank down on his cock, forcing him back to the present and the beautiful woman riding him. Her legs wrapped around Katarina and his hips, pulled them together and moved them in unison.

Nicholaus licked his lips at the sight of her breasts bobbing up and down. His hands reached for Krystyna, but one hand was pulled toward Katarina.

“You’ll fill me with your cock later, but now finger fuck me!” Even his little baby had become a vixen. Any remaining blood he had in his mind flowed south from the sound of her breathy voice.

Carefully, he reached around and slid his fingers inside Katarina’s wet canal. Spreading his fingers apart, he felt around her slickness, trying to maintain focus while Krystyna rocked back and forth on him.

Her hips squeezed his, the soft contact against his hard thigh reminding him that even though she was angry with him, and what they’d just done to him was treachery, she was still soft, sweet and feminine.

Still a beautiful, special wolf like Katarina.

His balls drew up against his body. Tension built inside him like a coil wound up too tight. His true release came quickly, forcing spasms throughout his body that rocked the bed, shook his entire being and drained him of his seed.

His orgasm triggered Krystyna’s. Her nails dug into his flesh hard enough to draw blood again. Fingers dug into her skin and drew blood. The wolf in him needed to drink.

If he held off, the bond would only be half complete. Well, a third in this case.

“Oh my goddess.” Katarina must…he sniffed, smelled the copper in the air from her wound.

“Fuck.”

“That would be the point,
Drágám.
Bite and suck, complete the bond or lose us completely.” Katarina shoved her arm into his mouth.

Warm blood trickled down his thigh but he could only stare at the arm, the wound in front of him. The choice didn't have time to be made, it needed action. Nicholaus tasted, licked the blood and felt the coppery punch in his mouth before Katarina shook behind him, her orgasm wracking her body into multiple spasms that tore her arm from his mouth.

“Now me.” Krystyna shoved his head down toward her thigh. She would have wounded her leg, his favorite part. No scars, not physical ones anyway.

He met her stare briefly enough to know she wasn’t fucking around.

“Yes. I’ll do this for you to prove to you I'm sorry.” And to prove his undying love for them.

He whispered the last bit, then licked the wound, tasted her iron filled goodness, let it fill his mouth while he sucked. Fingers raked over his scalp, tugged his hair. Nails dug into his flesh, he wasn’t sure whose.

It didn’t matter.

Krystyna's body spasmed again, another orgasm rocking her well and good.

He took the instant to reposition himself and fill both women with his fingers stroking coaxing another orgasm out of them.

Both women shook so hard they gripped him, yelling loud enough in pleasure to wake the dead.

His fingers stiffened inside Katarina and were joined by another pair of fingers.

Katarina clamped her thighs together around the two pairs of fingers buried deep inside her. Moving her hips up and down, she rode the hands into a blissful orgasm, throwing her head back in the midst of cries for both her lovers.

The lights disappeared; the magic sank into the three of them, sealing their fates forever.

Krystyna fell to one side of Nicholaus, Katarina, the other.

Both women laid a hand across his chest.

Nicholaus turned to face Krystyna. He’d just completed the bonding ritual. No other wolves in the pack had done that, he’d have scented it.

Wouldn’t he?

In truth, this ritual was so old he was surprised his lovers knew about it. Of course, with his erratic behavior after…it didn’t surprise him they’d go looking for something to hold onto him with.

He hoped he could hold onto himself too, but doubt was a powerful motivator. Especially when you doubted you could keep your lovers safe from you.

Letting out a contented sigh, Nicholaus stroked Krystyna’s sweat slicked forehead and brushed more hair back. “Satisfied?”

“Enough for now,
drágám.
” Krystyna rolled onto her back, looked up at the ceiling.

Nicholaus guessed that was all he was going to get from her right now. What more could she want? They’d bound him to them, so he could never truly escape. “You know, what you both did to me was wrong.”

Katarina tugged his arm.

He looked at her. “What?”

“No, it wasn’t wrong. It was what should have happened a long time ago. But we were both too young to know better.”

“Do you even know what a blood rite in our pack means?” He arched an eyebrow at Katarina.

“I do.” Krystyna’s grip on his arm tightened. “It means you’ll never be able to be without us. You’ll never have a life with another woman. You belong to us as we do to you.”

"I never cared about any others. I just wanted…” Fuck, what the hell did he want now? Sex usually complicated things but one time slaked the lust. The second time never happened, not with any of the bimbos of his past. For good reason, too. He couldn’t afford for humans or other wolves to get involved.

Not like these two.

“We know, Nicholaus. But please understand why we did what we did. Trust us.” Katarina’s fingers stroked his naked thigh. It was suddenly cold in the room.

He didn’t want to let them down again. Couldn’t bear the thought of fucking up again. Slowly, he let out a breath. “You could have asked.”

Krystyna smirked, glaring at him with all the annoyance of a teenager. “And have had you refuse us? Tell me you would not have refused our request, Nicholaus. Tell Katarina you would have let her bite and drink from you as you would have me. Swear it.”

He couldn’t answer them, did not want to think about what rejecting either of them would mean.

“I didn’t think you would answer me. You’re a bastard, Nicholaus.” She huffed and looked away.

He shrugged his shoulders. “You still love me?”

Krystyna sighed heavily. “Yes.”

“And so do I.” Katarina snuggled closer to him.

Nicholaus sat up and looked out the window. Something felt off. The sun hovered just above the horizon and clouds moved slowly in the sky but the scent on the wind smelled of approaching wolf.

Foreign wolves, judging by the stench of spice.

Who was out there? Did they need to move now? Could they afford to do so? This town had secrets, the wolves’ only inn being the greatest one of them but how loyal would the innkeeper be to them?

He didn't recognize them as anything more than paying customers, Opeth Pack meant nothing. At least if it had meaning to him, he ignored it.

Instead, Nicholaus closed his eyes and let his senses tell him what he needed to know. The enemy, if that’s who was nearby, was several miles out and they weren’t coming at a fast clip. Just fast enough that the wind carried warning to those paying attention. His group could catch some rest. Huffing, Nicholaus lay back and folded his arms behind his head. “Get some sleep. We have a long journey tomorrow.”

Katarina yawned and pulled Nicholaus toward her. Krystyna snuggled closer and yanked the covers over the three of them.

Closing his eyes, he waited for the rhythmic sound of the two of them breathing in unison.

Ten minutes later, they were in sync, breathing slow and easy, asleep.

Settling himself into the comfort of his lovers and the bed, Nicholaus took a deep, slow breath. In truth, he realized he knew very little about the blood rite and how it worked. Nobody he ever knew had been bound to their mates. Maybe Lukina could explain it. She seemed to know a lot about the pack for someone so young.

If this could all be solved without bloodshed, Nicholaus would be happy. The idea that he could be a part of the pack again was still foreign to him. He remembered Les’s words yesterday about how wolves were the gateway to salvation and paradise.

Was he a part of that gateway? And if so, what part was he? Józsi was only the Alpha, and he hadn’t picked up the slack yet. He was still in the States doing God knows what with Selene. Selene was back in position as pack witch, which left him wondering where he fit in.

Only time would tell, if he’d just stop running from everything.