Blake, Abby - Wild Fascination [A Bride for Eight Brothers 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (7 page)

She woke to a warm arm around her middle and a thick cock pressed against her ass. Mikayla opened her eyes to find Ryan lying in front of her. Ty pulled her closer, kissing the back of her neck and rubbing his hard cock against her butt cheeks. Ryan leaned in to kiss her softly, but the heat quickly caught them both, and he began kissing her deeply, frantically. She moved against him, writhing between the brothers as her arousal grew.

Thick fingers found her clit, pressing and massaging the needy button until she was crying out for their possession. Cold lube made her gasp, but Ty quickly worked it into her back passage, setting every nerve ending alight.

Ryan lifted her leg, pressed his cock against her pussy, and entered her in one smooth thrust. Mikayla saw the strained look on his face as he controlled his entry and reined in his need, so she smiled reassuringly. Ty spread her ass cheeks, placed his cock against her anus, and hurriedly pushed his way into her tight back passage.

Together they held still, letting her adjust, kissing and caressing her soothingly. As heat built, they started moving slowly, carefully, one sliding in as the other slid out, over and over until she was moaning with pleasure. She could feel them both trying to hold back, trying to control their lust, but then, like a dam breaking, they suddenly got more forceful, needier, thrusting deeper, harder. Their breathing harsh, their grunts animalistic. Fingers, she didn’t know whose, found her clit and squeezed hard. She screamed as orgasm crashed over her, and her men started pounding into her ass and pussy at the same time.

The intensity overwhelmed her. They came in unison, filling her body with their seed, grunting their release, whispering their love.

Finally, exhausted and replete, all three lay collapsed on the mattress, still joined, still wrapped in each other’s arms, but Mikayla was so exhausted that sleep claimed her quickly.

* * * *

“What the hell was that?” Ty whispered irritably. It seemed easier to yell at his brother than to accept his part in the whole mess. Ryan shook his head, obviously feeling as annoyed as Ty. Never had they lost control like that. Double penetration took practice and finesse. They were always aware that Mikayla could be injured if they didn’t show some restraint, but today neither of them seemed in control of their libido.

Thank god Mikayla had fallen asleep with a smile on her face. If she’d been hurt or upset, he would never have forgiven himself.

“I think…” Ryan took a deep breath and tried again. “I think maybe we should get off the base for a few days. Let Mikayla have some time with the others.”

Ty nodded. Whatever the hell was going on with his hormones seemed to be affecting his brother as well. At least if they were off base, they couldn’t accidentally injure the woman they loved. And the time away might also give them a chance to understand this desperate need to claim the woman who already belonged to them.

Chapter Six

What the fuck?

Peter stood in the empty lab and looked around irritably. It seemed that both of his youngest brothers had decided to goof off again. Despite the fact that Ryan and Ty were qualified veterinarians and research scientists with a very important function within their family business, somehow they still managed to act like a couple of teenagers at times. Granted, it wasn’t usually this early in their contract, but then they hadn’t had a wife to play with before.

Peter was about to go find them and tear a strip or two from their hides when the cage with the small little mouse-like creature caught his attention. The tiny animal had some sort of liquid coming from its eyes that looked a lot like tears. It was currently rubbing the fluid all over its fur. Curious. Was the creature ill, or was it some sort of grooming habit? Now if he just had a veterinarian to ask.

Damn it! Peter spun from the room as his anger spiked. He’d already told Ryan that he and Ty could swap his night with Mikayla. God help them if he found them in bed with their wife. As much as they all loved the woman, they still had a business to run.

Peter stomped down the hallway, images of what Ryan and Ty and Mikayla were probably up to fueling his anger. Memories of the first time he’d seen Mikayla orgasm skipped through his mind. She’d been facedown over a bench in the lab as Matt finger fucked her pussy and ass and explained all the dark needs of each brother. He hadn’t been lying. Peter loved to take a woman from behind, just bend her over and plough into her heat again and again until they were both screaming in orgasm. But, so far, he’d managed to control his darker needs with Mikayla. She was his wife, and he loved and respected her and would always be the gentle lover her other husbands weren’t.

He growled low in his throat as his cock lengthened and throbbed in his pants. Great. Mikayla was currently being fucked by two irresponsible husbands, and he was left standing in the middle of the hallway with the mother of all hard-ons.

He ran into Ryan and Ty as he turned the next corner. His fist connected with Ryan’s jaw without him having given the action any real thought. Surprised at his own behavior Peter took a step back.

“Peter? What the fuck?” Ryan clenched his hands and looked angry enough to tear him to shreds. Ty looked ready to help him.

“I said you could sleep with her tonight, not fuck her all afternoon.” Peter wasn’t even sure where the words were coming from. He just knew if he didn’t get them out, he was going to throw more punches.

Ryan dropped his fists and took a step back.

“We’re sorry,” he said in a defeated tone. “Look we’re…um…going to collect some more specimens. You know… Maybe climb the mountain to the west and see if we can find any other signs of life that the first team missed.”

Peter nodded carefully, still trying to rein in his anger. What the hell was wrong with him? He didn’t get jealous. Hell, he’d given up his engagement to Jessie because she hadn’t been willing to sleep with his brothers. Sharing Mikayla with them was like a dream come true. And having Jessie out of their lives was a godsend. He shuddered at the very thought of life with that woman.

“Report in twice a day,” he said even though he knew his youngest brothers knew the protocol better than he did. “Stay safe,” he managed to force past his numb lips before he turned stiffly to go back to his own office.

By the time he made it back to his workspace, he was sweating from the strain of his hard cock against his pants. He flicked the lock on the door, undid his jeans with a grateful sigh, and stroked the turgid flesh soothingly.

Every cell in his body demanded that he find Mikayla and slake his lust, but a small amount of sanity held him back. Whatever had happened with Ryan and Ty would’ve left her exhausted and, knowing those two miscreants, maybe even a little raw. He couldn’t imagine her wanting another cock fucking her right now.

Images of what he wanted to do danced through his imagination as he stroked his cock more rapidly. A moment later his orgasm burst from him. Pearly white seed coated his hand and splashed onto his pants as his climax went on and on. He leaned his head back on the headrest for a moment as he tried to calm down. Shaking, breathing heavily, Peter finally grabbed a cloth, cleaned himself up and then tried to tuck his already recovering cock into his pants.

But images of fucking Mikayla from behind, claiming her aggressively, marking her with his cum, filled his head again.

What the hell was wrong with him?

* * * *

Dinner was a strange affair. Ryan and Ty had taken off on a specimen gathering hike, apparently having found their unexpected, unplanned excursion absolutely urgent, and Peter kept looking at her with an equal amount of lust and worry in his eyes. Lachlan was still keeping his distance, and John, Matt, and Bryce seemed unusually subdued.

Only Brock seemed to be his normal self, but when he joked about spanking Mikayla’s ass, Peter looked like he was going to strip the flesh from Brock’s hide. She hadn’t even gotten around to asking Peter why his knuckles were swollen and seemed to be bruised.

With the awkward meal finally done, Mikayla stood to collect the plates expecting Peter to join her like he usually did. But tonight he seemed completely out of sorts because he grabbed her hand and placed the dishes back on the table.

“The others are capable of washing the dishes, aren’t you, brothers?” They all looked at Peter like he’d grown a second head—the dishes had been Mikayla and Peter’s sacred nightly ritual ever since they’d met—but all of the men nodded their agreement. A moment later, tucked tightly against Peter’s side, Mikayla found herself walking quickly toward Peter’s living quarters.

As soon as he had the door closed, he lifted her dress over her head and discarded it carelessly. He dropped to his knees, pulled her panties down, and pressed his marauding tongue against her clit a moment later. Weak at the knees, Mikayla almost fell on her ass, but strong hands held her pressed against his face. Licking, sucking, nibbling, Peter worried her clit until she was gasping, on the verge of orgasm, ready to explode.

He stood, his eyes looking wild. He pulled her against his chest, and shook as he spoke words she’d never expected to hear from him. “Tell me to get out. I want you too much. Tell me to leave, so I don’t hurt you.”

Shivering with her own need, Mikayla wrapped her arms around him and held on tight. “I love you,” she said, hoping he understood just how much those three little words meant, “and I know you’d never hurt me.” She pulled back and looked up to his handsome face. “And besides,” she said, rubbing her aching clit against his hard erection, “I’m not fragile.”

“You don’t understand,” he said, taking deep, gulping breaths as if his control held by a thread. “What Matt said that day in the lab, about our darker desires”—she nodded—“he wasn’t exaggerating. I…I like to take a woman from behind. Oh god, Mikayla, I need you.”

She smiled, pulled from his arms, and crawled onto the end of the bed, her ass in the air as clear invitation. Peter’s movement was explosive. He dragged his pants to his knees, grabbed her hips, and thrust into her in one hard shove. He slammed into her over and over, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded her. Thrilled, gasping for air, practically purring from his violent possession, she screamed when he slapped her thigh.

It didn’t hurt, but it was so unexpected coming from this man that she tipped over into orgasm. Her pussy milked his cock as he plundered her soft flesh. Harder and deeper, stronger until he growled and held still. She could feel his cock pulsing as he pumped his seed deep into her womb.

He fell forward onto her, pressing her face down into the mattress, his weight cutting off her air for a moment, until he rolled to the side and pulled her with him. She could feel his cock slowly softening as her pussy pulsed with aftershocks.

“I’m sorry,” he said very quietly. Tears filmed her vision at the anguish in his voice.

“Why?” she asked, trying to hide her own disquiet.

“I promised myself that I’d never get rough with you. That I would love you and worship you for the rest of our lives, and I just broke that promise.”

“Peter,” she said as she tried to roll over, but he held her still. She lay in his arms for a moment wondering what to say to alleviate his guilt. Because it was obviously guilt driving him at this moment. “I didn’t ask you to make that promise,” she whispered finally.

“But I wanted to honor you as my wife not take you like a common whore.” She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Taken the wrong way that could be considered an insult. She tried to roll over again to face him, and after a moment’s resistance he let her.

Touching his face softly, she said, “Peter, I love that you love me enough to lose control. You didn’t hurt me, in fact I loved every moment, so please stop beating yourself up. I love you. Everything about you. The gentle, the rough, the wild, I’ll take it all and love you forever.”

He looked slightly relieved by her little speech, but he still had a haunted look in his eyes. Hopefully, time would prove to him that she was serious. He leaned forward, kissed her gently, and gave her a goofy grin. “Can I make love to you properly now?”

She smiled at the touch of humor. “Of course.”

Hours later every muscle and bone in Mikayla’s body felt melted and pliant, and she fell into a deep sleep beside her husband.

* * * *

Mikayla wandered through the empty lab wondering what on Earth to do next. She’d finished inputting all of Ryan and Ty’s notes into the computer, but with them still out collecting samples, there was no more work coming in.

She checked that the live specimens were properly housed, watered, and fed, watched the little furry critter clean itself for a few minutes, and finally sat back in her chair. She supposed that she could go see if John or Matt had some filing they needed done, or maybe get an early start on dinner, but she felt restless without Ryan and Ty here.

She still didn’t understand their sudden withdrawal. It had literally taken months after her miscarriage for them to return to the energetic, athletic, and demanding lovers she’d known, but now, after some of the most incredible sex the three of them had shared, Ryan and Ty had disappeared from her life completely. Mikayla growled silently at her own overdramatization of the problem, but it really did feel like they were gone for good. They hadn’t even said good-bye.

“Ah, there you are,” John said happily as he entered the lab. “I’ve got a spare afternoon as soon as I feed and water the critters.”