The Wolf's Mate Book 3: Callie & The Cats (16 page)

He dropped on top of her, but kept his weight
on his own arms, and kissed and nibbled at her neck while they both
shivered through the climaxes before he slid off her. After a few
quiet minutes, Ethan leaned over and kissed her temple. “You’re
amazing, sweetheart. And that was damn hot, watching you two
together. I never would have guessed.”

His sweet eyes were dancing and she kissed
him before turning to kiss Eryx. “I agree, brother.”

She felt another need rise in her and her
wolf began to pace inside her mind, whining and snarling. She
needed to claim them. Make them hers.

She rolled onto her stomach and went up on
her knees. They both looked lazily at her, the banked heat like a
slow smoldering fire in both of their eyes. “I need to mark you
both, I feel like I have to.”

“Of course, love.” Eryx sat up and squeezed
her shoulder. “Whatever you want from us you can have it.”

Ethan sat up. “Is it just biting, sweetheart?
What do you need us to do?”

“My fangs will come out, and I’ll break
through the skin on the back of your necks. Are you sure?”

“Of course. We’ll wear the marks with pride.”
Eryx promised, kissing her fingertips.

She did Ethan first. She had him lay on his
side and slid behind him, smoothing the hair up from the nape of
his neck before licking the salt from his skin and letting her
fangs descend. Her teeth actually hurt because the need was so
great. “I love you, Ethan,” she said softly and then fit her fangs
on the back of his neck and bit down. He let out a small moan and
wound his fingers with hers and held her close to him with her arm
across his chest. Extracting her fangs, she licked the blood from
the marks and kissed them.

As she moved over him to Eryx, Ethan kissed
her and said, “I love you, too, Callie.”

She did the same thing to Eryx, and told him
that she loved him before she marked him and he told her, too, that
he loved her and she had no doubt that the love between the three
of them was very, very real. She sat between them both as they lay
on their sides, their eyes a little glazed, the taste of their
blood on her tongue, running hot in her veins.

Eryx sat up. “Can we mark you?”

“Do you normally do that?”

“We don’t have lion mates, sweetheart. But we
could each take a side?” Ethan sat up, too, and cupped her neck and
ran his thumb down the side.

“If you want to, I would love it.” She
promised.

They moved slowly around her, Ethan moving to
the front and Eryx to her back, and Eryx drew her sweat-damp hair
up and away from her neck and they both licked each side of her
neck as they drew her tightly between them. At nearly the same
time, their fangs pierced her skin and she gasped and moaned,
writhing between them. It felt so right, so good, so hot, that she
never wanted it to stop. And then she felt Ethan’s fingers slip
between her parted thighs. While they held their fangs in her neck,
he worked her to a hard and fast orgasm and she shouted as they
released her and began to lick the marks and lap at the tiny drops
of blood that seeped as the wounds closed and scarred.

She pushed Ethan down and leaned over his
hard cock, licking her lips. She tossed a glance behind her at Eryx
whose eyes had darkened considerably as he spied her body spread
wide for him. She licked the top of Ethan’s hot cock and Eryx
pushed inside her. Ethan moaned and dropped back to the bed and she
worked him with her mouth while Eryx sank deep inside her pussy. He
held her tight with his hands on her hips and she teased and sucked
Ethan until he groaned, “I’m fucking close, brother.”

“So is she,” Eryx growled, and he slid a
finger around to her clit and gave the tense bud a few flicks and
she went flying, moaning her climax around the stiff cock in her
mouth. He came with a deep moan as she sucked every last drop from
him and then Eryx came, shoving hard into her until she lost her
mouth’s hold on Ethan’s cock and slid down onto his chest. Eryx
dropped off to the side of them, and Ethan wrapped his arms around
her and kissed her forehead.

“I’ve never felt so exhausted and yet so
alive in all my life.” He laughed and she did, too, as Eryx reached
up to kiss her once more before declaring, “This is the best day of
my life. We claimed our mate, she’s wearing our marks and we’re
wearing hers, and now, angel, we get to start fresh in a new town
and start our lives together.”

Happy, for the first time in as long as she
could remember, she smiled at him and settled back on Ethan’s
chest, too tired to move.

Chapter 11

**Ethan**

Ethan could not help but marvel at Callie as
she lay exhausted on his chest, breathing deeply after their
marathon lovemaking. Eryx drew up the sheet over all of them and
settled on his back, one arm behind his head on the pillow and
stared at the ceiling. He was fairly sure the two of them wore the
same satisfied grins.

Everything he’d ever known before in the
bedroom had been cold and dark. Callie was the opposite of it all.
Her body was hot, her movements exquisite, and the way she cried
out when she came was the most splendid thing he’d ever witnessed.
He could go his whole life just pleasuring her, to see her body
shudder and her mouth fall open, and then when she said his name,
over and over, like she had to brand it to the heavens, well, that
was just pure bliss.

He would never have guessed that having her
fangs sink into his flesh would be something erotic, but it was. He
felt her power, felt as if her wolf was free and marking him as her
own, both human and beast. And then to do it back to her, to know
that on the right side of her neck his fang marks would always show
so no one would doubt that she was claimed was heady. You could
lose a ring. You couldn’t lose the marks.

It was late. The sky outside was dark. They’d
spent the day making love to her, completely forgetting about
dinner. Not that he cared. He wouldn’t have wanted to miss a second
of her today.

“You want me to crash back in my room?” Eryx
asked quietly.

He turned his head slightly. “I don’t think
it’s my room any longer.” He shifted her off him slowly and Eryx
helped ease her between them. She didn’t make a sound, completely
worn out from her ordeal the night before with the wolf and all
they’d done today.

“I didn’t think I’d, you know, like it.” He
said, kissing her forehead and settling her against his chest. Eryx
adjusted himself behind her, sliding underneath the sheets until
the lower half of her body was close to him.

“I didn’t either. I like that we can share
her, and take care of her together, in every way. If we didn’t get
along, it would be really difficult to be so close.”

“She makes it easy, I think, because she's so
willing.” He sighed, smiling in remembrance of the heated look in
her eyes when she saw his cock for the first time. And how
wonderful it felt to slide home that first time. And her talented
mouth.

He drifted off to sleep, images of his time
holding her and making love flashing like a movie, a scenario he
wanted to recreate over and over.

He was possibly having the most erotic dream
he’d ever had, and over the years he’d had some doozies. But he
could almost feel the hot mouth as it closed over his hard cock,
and he knew for sure that it was Callie, because she was the only
woman who’d ever gone down on him. A tingle raced down his spine as
the mouth slid off him and a hand clasped the base of his cock and
he opened his eyes to see he wasn’t dreaming at all, but Callie was
pumping his cock with her fist and sucking Eryx.

He put his hand around hers and she flicked
her eyes to him and moved off Eryx, sliding her tongue up the
underside of his cock and laving it like a lollipop. She dove down
on him, moving her hand off and taking him until he hit the back of
her throat and the sensation made him arch off the bed with a sharp
gasp. She grinned like a cat as she let his cock slide from her wet
mouth, flicking the slit on the top before fisting him again and
moving back to Eryx. Lost to the rhythm of her hand on him, he
closed his eyes and let himself go and just seconds after he heard
Eryx’s grunted release, he followed, his hot jet spurting over his
stomach. With an audible pop, she released Eryx and then he felt
her tongue licking up the come from his flesh and he ran his
fingers through her hair, pushing it aside so he could watch.

Like he tasted like melted ice cream, she got
up every drop and then sat up with a contented sigh and said, “I
was hungry.”

They both laughed and he sat up and kissed
her. “That was the best way I’ve ever woken up.” Pulling on shorts
from the dresser, he ignored the wobbly knees that went hand in
hand with a powerful climax and went to fix them something to eat,
deciding easy was best for eating in the bedroom. While coffee
brewed, he cut up a loaf of banana bread and arranged it in a
basket on a tray, and then cut fruit onto a platter and added cubed
cheese and ham. He fixed her coffee the way he knew she liked it,
and his and Eryx’s, and carried the tray into the bedroom.

They fed her by hand, and she nibbled each
bite and licked fingers and kissed them and they arranged the fruit
on her body and ate it from her, and when he put a slice of
strawberry right on her clit and sucked the bud into his mouth at
the same time as the fruit, she grabbed his hair in a vise grip and
gave herself to him.

Although there were plans to be made for
their move to Ashland, Indiana, neither he nor Eryx could tear
themselves away from her long enough to do anything about it, or
even consider going into work. They shared her again, taking turns
giving her pleasure and watching with amazement as she reacted to
them with every fiber of her being.

Nothing in the universe was better than this.
Nothing.

**Eryx**

“I’ll fax over our resignation letters later
today, Dad.” Eryx swiveled slightly in the office chair in his
bedroom, looking out the window. They’d spent all day Thursday in
bed with Callie again, and then it occurred to him that they’d
basically just walked away from their jobs without making anything
official, so getting up this morning and leaving his sleeping angel
tucked securely in his brother’s arms, he called his dad.

“No worries, son. I know you’re busy.” His
father’s voice was a mixture of happiness and jealousy. Eryx could
understand that. Just a bare week ago he was anticipating a life
like his father had, chasing after a female that didn’t want him,
the cold, emotionless sex, begging for cubs and then raising them
alone. Now, he didn’t have to worry about that. Not with Callie.
She was anything but cold and emotionless. And she would never walk
away from a cub. Not just because it wasn’t in her nature, but
because of her own childhood.

“Callie would like to see the kids again.
Maybe Sunday?”

“Sure, I’ll call your uncles and set
something up. There’s probably another UFC, although I’m not sure
she really enjoyed it.” His father chuckled. She might have, if she
hadn’t still been so intent to leave them. “Are you going to the
wedding?”

“Yes, she said she’d go with us. She’s
worried about what people will say, about us together as a
threesome.”

“Doesn’t matter. The only thing you have to
worry about is how you all feel about it. The people in town here
don’t understand us, don’t get the females. If Callie’s
uncomfortable then you can just leave, anyway. Thad and Jane will
be glad for the support, regardless. But you should be prepared;
some females will show up, surely. At least Melania and Farrah,
since they work with Jane.”

He let out a growling sigh and laid his head
back on the chair. “I know. We told her and she’s still game, but
we also know we can’t leave her alone for a second. The thing with
the wolf the other night, dad, was just too serious to ignore.”

“I think our threats to them were enough to
deter any more of that, plus her reaction to Melania in the garage.
I must say, I’ve never see someone use a parked car as a weapon
before.” He chuckled and Eryx joined him. It had been a damn sight,
that’s for sure.

“It’s funny because she still thinks she’s
weak. For certain, strength isn’t always about who’s bigger and
stronger. She’s more fierce and determined when she’s threatened
than anyone I’ve ever known.”

“That she is, son.”

As he ended the call, he smelled her, the
sweet scent got stronger and then she turned the chair around and
dropped to her knees, spreading his legs apart in the process.
“Good morning, angel.” She was blissfully nude, every inch of her
lush body sweet perfection.

She gave him a sultry smile and reached for
the button of his jeans, making his cock rise with just the sound
of the button popping. He lifted his hips and she tugged them and
his shorts down. “I’m making a new rule, love.” She leaned over his
cock and darted her tongue along the slit.

“Oh?” He swept her hair aside so he could
watch her go down on him. She was the first to ever do it and it
was a damn sight.

“No underwear in the house.”

He smiled. “Does that include you?”

“Oh yeah.” She used her tongue to slide the
drops of pre-come around on the head of his cock, making happy
growling sounds in her throat as if she couldn’t get enough of how
he tasted.

“I’m game. It’ll be one less thing to
maneuver around when I want to get to your pussy.”

Her eyes went dark. One thing he’d learned
quick about his angel was that she liked it when they talked dirty
to her. She absolutely loved hearing what they were going to do to
her. To think there was a time when he thought that what he’d had
with the pride females was as good as it could get when the woman
licking his cock like a lollipop was so incredible that it put
everything else he’d ever done to blinding shame.