Vegetarian Mate [Pack Law 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (10 page)

Reaching down to her feet, he guided them to the table to spread her legs wide, giving him an unimpeded view of her pussy. Her clit was a protruding, engorged knot of nerves, her labia minora glistened with the dew of her juices, and he could see her cream welling in the hole of her vagina.

Pulling the chair in closer to the table, he kept his eyes on hers and dropped his head down. He swirled the tip of his tongue over the small bundle of nerves near the top of her slit and groaned when she gasped. The slight taste of her liquid desire wasn’t enough to appease his hunger, so he slid his tongue down through her moist folds, gathered her juices on his tongue, and swallowed them.

When he reached her hole, he stiffened his tongue and thrust it into her pussy. She moaned and bucked up against him, but he was the one in control now. He placed an arm across her lower abdomen and held her hips still. Sliding his tongue into her as deeply as possible, he curled the tip and collected her cream. He growled with delight as he lapped her up and didn’t intend on stopping until she had given him her all.

He shifted his free hand to her pussy and lightly rubbed the pad of a finger over her clit. The internal muscles of her cunt rippled around his tongue, and another gush of juices trickled into his mouth, but he still wanted more. Lifting his head, he peered up to see her lying flat on the table with her neck arched and her eyes closed. He was too intent on giving her pleasure to reprimand her for not watching him.

He rimmed her pussy hole with his finger and then slowly eased it inside. Searching gently, he growled when he found her G-spot and her pussy rippled around his digit. Bending down once more, he flicked his tongue over her clit and massaged her hot spot. She gripped his finger so tight, he could just imagine how she would feel around his cock.

Inserting another finger, he began to pump them in and out of her cunt, making sure to pass over her sensitive nerves. Her muscles clamped and released on him as he continued to bestow pleasure on her, all the while laving her clit with his tongue. Even though he still had his arm anchored across her hips, she rocked them to the rhythm of his pumping digits. Jarrod could tell by the noises and gasps she made that she was close to her peak. So he crooked his fingers, making sure not to take them off her G-spot, and gave slight tugs until she was writhing and sobbing with ecstasy.

Her breath hitched in her throat, the walls of her vagina clamped down on his fingers, and then she screamed. Her body convulsed around his fingers and she drenched his hand with a gush of her cream as she climaxed. Not letting up until the last contraction faded away, he slurped on her sensitive pussy until he swallowed all of her cum.

When she was done and her body was lax and supine with satiation, he lifted his head and withdrew his fingers from her pussy. He caught the glitter of her eyes beneath drooping eyelids.

Gripping her shoulders, he helped her to sit up and stared into the depths of her blue eyes.

His wolf picked up the sound of his brothers entering their suite after going for a run. It was time. “Yes or no, Rochelle?” he asked in a deep, gravelly voice.

“Wh−What?”

“We want to mate with you, baby, but bear in mind that if you agree, there is no turning back. You’ll belong to us. Yes or no?”

As Jarrod waited patiently for her answer, his brothers came into the kitchen. He knew they had heard the question he had just put to their mate by the way they waited for her answer with bated breath.

Rochelle turned her head and looked at his brothers. Her cheeks got redder, but she didn’t try to hide her sexy little body away from them. He heard her gulp and draw in a breath, and then she squeezed her eyes closed. Clenching his fists so he didn’t pick her up before she answered, he rose to his feet and nudged the chair away.

Just when he thought he was going to have to walk away from her before he lost control, she gave a slight nod of her head.

Joy and love filled his heart, and his muscles primed even more as blood rushed through his body.

“I need to hear you say it, baby.”

Rochelle couldn’t believe she had just let Jarrod pleasure her with his hand and mouth. Even though she had just climaxed, her pussy pulsed with renewed need. All three men were looking at her for her response.

She had thought long and hard about whether or not to let them mate her and claim her. She’d thought about whether this would mess up her travel plans or if she wanted to keep traveling at all. The thought of never being with them caused shards of pain to pierce her heart, and she knew she couldn’t leave. Somehow these three men had worked their way under her skin and into her heart.

All three of them had taken such good care of her when she had been injured. Their solicitousness and attention to her needs had slowly ingratiated them to her. Jarrod with his no-nonsense attitude and commanding personality made her dream of babies and making love, as did Malcolm with his caring attitude. Yet he could be dominant when he decided he wanted something, and so could Braxton with his easygoing but no less masterful nature. They were all so different, but they each seemed to fulfill a need in her she never knew she’d had until she met them.

Rochelle had learned more about herself in the last couple of weeks than she had in her entire life. She was submissive, and yet if needed she had more than enough backbone to stand up for what she wanted or believed in. Not once had they belittled her for not wanting to eat meat, and they were always looking out for her in case she was in danger of hurting herself. She felt so cherished when she was with them, and it didn’t hurt that she would get a ready-made large family.

She had finally figured out what she had been searching for. Love, family, and acceptance. She had found that here with them. Three words hovered on her lips, but she wasn’t sure if they were real or just an effect of being their mate.

She settled for the one word they were dying to hear right now. “Yes,” she whispered on an exhalation.

Jarrod pounced and had her in his arms before her next breath. He rushed from the room. Rochelle wrapped her arms around his neck, placing her face close to his skin, and breathed in his intoxicating scent. Her gaze connected with Malcolm’s and Brax’s over his shoulder, making her pussy clench again. They were looking at her as if she were a starving man’s next meal.

She lost sight of them for a moment when Jarrod carried her into a bedroom, and she looked around curiously, having never seen this room before. Her eyes snagged onto his as he placed her on a huge bed and followed her down. He kissed her mouth with none of the slow buildup he had used previously. The kiss was hot, wet, and wild and so carnal she felt as if she were on fire.

When he withdrew from her and pushed away, she shivered, goose bumps forming on her skin now his big, warm body was no longer covering her.

Gasping with awed desire, she noticed that Brax and Malcolm were standing at the end of the bed completely naked. They each had a hand wrapped around their impressive cocks, stroking the length of their shafts as they stared at her. Braxton’s cock was longer, but Malcolm’s was wider. She could see clear fluid glistening on the corona of each of their dicks. The two brothers both had ripped, muscular stomachs and torsos. Their pectorals flexed and their biceps bulged as they masturbated.

Jarrod’s low growl drew her gaze, and she watched with heated fascination as he began to tug his tight T-shirt over his head. She couldn’t prevent a whimper from escaping when she saw just how packed full of muscle he was. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. It seemed that whenever the three Friess brothers were near her, the sexual tension between the four of them was so thick that it squeezed all the oxygen out of the room.

Licking her lips to moisten them, she looked down to see Jarrod lowering the fly of his jeans. Her gaze connected with his when he rumbled out a groan.

“You keep doing that, baby, and I’m going to give you something other than your lips to lick.”

“What?” she asked, totally confused. Instead of answering, he hooked his thumbs into his pants and pushed them off his hips. That the man didn’t wear any underwear was the first thought to flash through her mind. She tried to pull her eyes from his body when she felt the mattress dip on either side of her but couldn’t seem to manage such a feat. Knowing Malcolm and Braxton were now on the bed with her made her breathing accelerate even more.

With her eyes riveted to Jarrod’s groin, she nearly came when she saw what he had been packing in his pants. He was a lot wider than his brothers and, if she wasn’t mistaken, an inch or two longer. His cock curved up at the tip, and she wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t hurt her if he tried to push that huge weapon inside her.

Trepidation washed over her in waves, and she squeezed her thighs together with nervous denial.

“I won’t hurt you, baby. I’ll take you nice and slow the first time.” Jarrod climbed onto the bottom of the bed.

Rochelle felt like prey to a predator as Jarrod crawled toward her on all fours. His eyes stayed connected with hers, and he gently ran his palms up her thighs. She squeezed her legs together more tightly, but she was no match for him. He slid his hands between her limbs and gently pried them apart just above her knees.

“I can smell your cream, baby. If you allowed it, I could spend hours drinking from that sweet pussy.”

Rochelle closed her eyes on a whimper and tried to temper the urgent need she felt to be filled by him. Even though she knew what was to happen, she had no idea if she would feel pain. That made her even more anxious. When Jarrod growled low in his throat, she opened her eyes to stare at him.
Did I do something wrong?

“Keep your eyes open, Rochelle. I need you to keep them on me,” he rasped.

Jarrod shifted on the mattress, pushing between her legs and spreading his own. The position left her wide open for his viewing. Heat crept up over her face, and she knew her cheeks had turned a bright pink color.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, baby. I love looking at your pretty little cunt.” As he spoke, he moved his body over hers, leaning on his hands but not touching her anywhere.

She wasn’t sure how much more suspense she could stand. Without thought, her hands reached up and began stroking over his massive shoulders. He made a sound in the back of his throat, and she quickly withdrew them.

He reached out and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. It took everything in her not to snap at his digit with her teeth. Rolling her lips inward away from his touch earned her a hard pinch to her nipple.

Fire zinged from her nipple down to her pussy, causing her to clench and release more liquid out of her vagina, which trickled down to coat her ass.

“Look at me, Rochelle,” Jarrod demanded in a raspy voice.

When she did as commanded, he leaned down and took her mouth. His kiss wasn’t tentative. It was hot and carnally rapacious. The urge to close her eyes was strong, but she could see him watching her from beneath lowered lashes so kept her gaze on his.

Her body was on fire, and only these three men could douse it.

Jarrod pulled his lips from hers and moved back onto his haunches. He gripped her hips and pulled her closer.

“I’m going to fuck you and claim you now, baby,” he panted, and she felt the head of his cock kiss against her dripping pussy. “Hold her arms above her head.”

Oh shit. I’ve never done this before. Is this going to hurt?

Rochelle opened her mouth to voice those words, but Braxton caught her chin, turning her head toward him. His lips covered hers, and she moaned into his mouth, his tongue tangling with hers as Jarrod began to push inside her.

The flesh of her pussy stretched around the head of his cock. Burning pleasure-pain assaulted her senses, and she wanted to pull back and, at the same time, buck up to get more of his cock inside. He gripped her hips more firmly and she mewled into Brax’s mouth with each gentle rock. She felt as if he was almost tearing her in half and couldn’t prevent a groan of fear escaping. Brax removed his mouth from hers, and all movement stopped.

“How many lovers have you had, baby?” Jarrod asked.

Rochelle didn’t want to answer because she already felt inadequate, but to not do so could cause her more pain than was necessary.

“None,” she whispered.

“Fuck!” Jarrod growled and withdrew.

Oh God! I should have known this wouldn’t work. Why did I say yes? I should have just denied them and left.

Tears burned the backs of her eyes, so she quickly lowered her eyelids. She couldn’t bear to see their faces when she expected them to be full of disgust. Gulping in air, she tried to control her emotions, but the task seemed beyond her. The agony of rejection pierced her heart, and a sob escaped from between her lips.

“Rochelle, baby, what’s wrong?” Jarrod inquired.

She couldn’t answer. Never had she felt such humiliation and pain in her heart. Rolling to her side, she drew her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees. Her whole body was quivering with unrequited desire and the agony of being pushed away.

Hands smoothed over her back in soothing caresses, but she didn’t want their touch anymore. Lowering her head, she hid her face behind her knees.