The Wolf's Mate Book 3: Callie & The Cats (17 page)

Her tongue swirled the top of his cock. “You
like getting to my pussy, Eryx?”

“I love it, angel. I love how hot and wet you
are and I love tonguing your pussy until you scream.”

Her hand squeezed him tight at the base and
she slid him into her mouth slowly, until he hit the back of her
throat and then she growled. The sound shivered down his cock like
a bolt of electricity and he couldn’t help but shift his hips
further and dig his fingers in her hair. She relaxed and he slid
just that much deeper into her throat, as she fucked him with her
mouth. He came undone, groaning and watching her with half closed
eyes as she sucked every drop from him and then kissed the head
gently.

With liquid grace, she slid up his body and
straddled him, putting her hands on the top of the chair and
kissing him. He gripped her thighs and a shiver of tension went
through her body.

“What do you want, angel?”

“I want you to fuck me with your
fingers.”

He let his hands travel up her spread thighs
and across her sensitive hips, and he ran his thumbs in the space
on either side of her pussy, where the warm, soft flesh made
promises of hot and wet things just slightly further down. He
rolled his thumbs up and down the space and her hips followed the
motion as her back arched and he flicked his tongue across one of
her tight nipples. His teeth grazed it and she dropped her head
back, her body tensing as she gripped the chair.

She was fully trembling now, her whole body
covered in goosebumps and her breathing short and panting. He let
one hand leave the warm space and cup her pussy, slipping a finger
up her wet folds and caressing the little pleasure pearl that he
loved to suck. “Here, sweet?” He swirled his wet finger across it
in a figure eight.

“No,” she gasped, her thighs twitching with
tension as she struggled to keep herself upright. “Inside. Put your
fingers inside me.”

Damn it but he loved to hear her soft
begging, as if she wasn’t sure he wouldn’t torture her, hold out on
her. Which he had done yesterday, teased her to the brink again and
again until she was begging for mercy. She’d just taken such good
care of him that he wouldn’t make her suffer a second longer, so he
sank two fingers inside her hungry, wet pussy and she moaned,
biting her lower lip and gazing at him with dark eyes.

“Ride my fingers, angel. Like it’s my cock,”
he urged, half wishing that she’d let him finish in her pussy
instead of her mouth. She complied immediately, shifting her hips
to ride his fingers, twisting until his palm rubbed her clit just
the right way. Her body clutched him and she made soft mewling
sounds as she grew closer and closer to climax and then she let go
and moaned as her body exploded around his fingers. She shuddered,
the wood frame inside the chair back cracking under the pressure of
her hands as he found her g-spot and worked it fast and hard until
she shrieked in bliss and her come slid down his fingers and coated
his hand. This time she did collapse and he slid his hand away from
her and cuddled her close, kissing her sweat dotted forehead as she
let out a sigh of deep satisfaction.

She whimpered slightly and he could guess she
wasn’t as comfortable as he was, since the chair wasn’t technically
made for two, and he shifted her easily around until she was
sitting sideways on his lap, her legs draped over the chair arm. He
swiveled slightly as she rested her head against his shoulder,
still shivering every few seconds from her climaxes. The chair
creaked oddly as he swiveled and she laughed. “I think I broke your
chair.”

“Worth it, love. I’d sacrifice every chair in
the house to bring you pleasure.”

She turned his face with her hands and kissed
him, running her tongue inside his mouth with a sense of ownership
and sweet contentment. Ethan knocked on the door jam. “You guys
hungry? I made a frittata while she seduced you.”

He laughed and set her on her feet so he
could tug his jeans up. “Wait, I said no underwear.” She
demanded.

“You meant right now?”

“Yes. Right Ethan?” She darted a sly look to
his brother.

“Hey, if I’m going commando then you have to,
too.”

He shrugged and grinned at his sweetheart.
“If you insist.” He stepped out of his jeans and shorts and tugged
the jeans back on. He’d never gone without shorts before. It wasn’t
exactly comfortable. Maybe track pants were better, like Ethan was
wearing. She reached for the robe that Ethan was holding out for
her and after he switched the unyielding jeans for black track
pants in the bedroom, they all walked out to the kitchen together
to eat.

When had his life become so incredible? Not
only had they spent nearly the entire night playing
how-many-orgasms-can-she-have, but then she’d just taken him to
another height of pleasure in a desk chair of all things.

They ate breakfast and talked about their
plans for the day which involved going shopping for the wedding
tomorrow night and picking a movie to go see. He and Ethan were
pouring over the theater listings in the newspaper when a fork
clattered to the floor and they both looked over the paper at
Callie and she was asleep, her head propped up on her hand. He
couldn’t help but smile. They’d ended up getting their days and
nights all mixed around, staying up all night and sleeping during
the day. Well, sometimes sleeping during the day.

Ethan said, “Let’s go see Blood Covenant. The
previews looked good.” Blood Covenant was about warlocks and
vampires fighting.

He nodded and stood up, planning to put his
sweetheart to bed and then write up their resignation letters.
Ethan offered to do the letters and told him to stay with her and
rest. They were all a little worse for the wear, but it was a good
exhausted, for sure.

He scooped her up in his arms and carried her
back to bed, pulling the robe off and tucking her sweet body
against his once the shades were drawn and the room was plunged
into muted darkness. He drifted off to sleep quickly; it was hard
not to feel relaxed holding her, surrounded by her sweet scent.

Chapter 12

**Callie**

She woke up from her nap feeling kind of
feisty and naughty. She wasn't really sure where this inner vixen
came from, but she liked her. Maybe she just needed to get out from
under the oppressive pack mind set. Or maybe she just needed two
hot men to uncover her inner sex goddess. Yep, that was probably
more likely. They were willing to share her. She didn't know any
wolves that could share a female willingly.

Sandwiched between her mates, she kissed them
both and wriggled free of their warm arms so she could get cleaned
up.

“Need help, love?” Ethan purred with a deep
voice.

“If you join me, we’ll never leave the
house.” She pointed out and ducked into the bathroom before they
could say whether they cared or not if they ever left the house, or
the bedroom for that matter.

She decided to do something she hadn’t done
in a long while, and that was shave her pussy completely. Usually
reserved for summer, she normally used an electric razor to keep
things neatly trimmed but never gave it much thought otherwise.
Right now, though, she found the whole idea of being completely
bare thoroughly erotic, and knowing they wouldn’t know about it
until they touched her next, gave her a little thrill, as she
filled up the tub and gathered her supplies.

A few razors later, she showered completely
and then stood with a hand mirror and one leg propped up on the
counter to inspect her work. Very nice, not a stray hair to be
found from one leg to the other and parts between. She knew they’d
love it and she shivered at the thought of the discovery to
come.

They left her alone in the bedroom to get
ready themselves and she rifled through her suitcases to find
something sexy. She realized that she didn’t really think of
herself that way. Or at least she hadn’t. Most of her clothes were
either downright casual or what she wore for work which were plain
skirts and blouses. But she did have a few things that would turn
heads and since yesterday afternoon, when Eryx had tortured her by
driving her to the brink of climax and then retreating, letting her
cool enough to draw away from that blissful edge before starting
again, well, she could torture them a little, too.

Her body flushed at the thought of that time.
Ethan had restrained her wrists above her head with his large hand
and alternated between biting and sucking at her neck and doing the
same things to her breasts. She tried to move against Eryx’s mouth
when she was just a stroke away from falling apart, but he held her
legs splayed wide open and with Ethan keeping her still so she was
unable to move on her own, she was completely at their mercy. And
then Ethan started whispering in her ear about all the things he
wanted to do to her, how he wanted to take her hard until she
screamed his name, how he loved the taste of her on his tongue and
wanted to eat her out for hours, and she was in torturous,
almost-pleasure heaven for a really, really long time. Until tears
leaked from her closed eyes and she begged Eryx to let her come
because she couldn’t take it anymore. He must have been waiting for
her to say that, because he immediately took her right to the most
intense orgasm she’d ever had, and drew it out for what seemed like
forever with gentle pressure from his fingers and tongue.

Shivering at the memory, she settled on a
black button front fitted tank and paired it with a silver gray
draped cardigan with wide sleeves and a black leather mini skirt
with darts up the front. She had a pair of thigh high stockings
with lace trim at the top and paired them with suede Mary Jane’s.
She left her hair plain, put on her makeup more carefully than she
ever had before, and dotted a bit of vanilla lotion on her wrists
and along either side of her neck.

She wasn’t wearing panties or a bra and felt
like such a vixen. She got grins and sultry looks when she walked
out of the bedroom, and Ethan held her coat for her while she put
it on, dropping his nose to her neck and taking a deep breath. “You
always smell so good, love,” he smiled against her, placing a kiss
on her pulse.

“Thanks.” She turned and kissed him once, and
then turned to kiss Eryx, who said she tasted even better than she
smelled.

She sat in the front while Ethan drove and
Eryx leaned forward from the back so they could all talk. They
asked her a lot of typical first-date questions, which she thought
was kind of funny since they’d been mostly naked for the last two
and a half days, but she answered all their questions while they
made the twenty-five minute drive.

Ethan: What’s your favorite movie?

Callie: Um, favorite of all time is
Underworld Rise of the Lycans, of course.

Eryx: What’s your favorite food?

Callie: Favorite type of food or like my very
favorite thing?

Eryx (laughing): Both.

Callie: Um, Italian, I guess, but my very
favorite thing is those orange jelly slices with the sugar on
them.

Ethan: Tell us something that you’ve never
told anyone else.

Callie: Pass.

Eryx (laughing harder): Fine, then, how old
were you when you lost your virginity?

Callie (blushing hard): Wait, wait, go back.
I’ll think of something to tell you.

Ethan (tweaking her knee): Nah, we want to
know how old you were. Can’t pass and go back.

Callie (grousing): I didn’t know there were
rules.

Eryx (sounding wicked): I could just torture
you until you tell us.

Callie (giving up and blushing): 14.

(stunned silence)

She took a deep breath and turned a little
more in her seat. “It’s actually something I never told anyone, not
even Cadence. But, I mean, he knew, so I don’t know that it
actually counts as something I never told anyone else.”

Eryx growled, looking positively feral, “If
he hurt you, I’ll hunt him down, angel.”

She warmed at the protectiveness and squeezed
his hand. “Well, I mean it hurt because I think it always hurts the
first time, but I chose it. I thought I wanted to, but I think I
just wanted someone to want me like that. I don’t know.” She sighed
and closed her eyes for a moment. “I just didn’t want to be wedged
in the backseat of his uncle's old Camaro while he got off and I
didn’t, even though I had no clue what that really meant at the
time.”

Ethan snorted in disdain, “Was he a
wolf?”

“Of course.”

He brought her other hand up to his mouth and
kissed it. “Was it ever nice for you?”

“It’s very nice now.”

Smiling, he kissed the inside of her wrist.
“You know what I mean.”

“I thought it was, before you both, but now I
think I didn’t really know. Everything I had before seems like a
pale shadow to the way you make me feel.”

Eryx squeezed her other hand and kissed it.
“I feel the same way.”

“Me, too, love.” Ethan promised.

The mall had three anchor stores, and they
took her into Macys. She had planned to bring her purse with her to
pay for her own dress, but they had refused, and Eryx took it from
her and hid it, saying that she was going as their date, and more
than that, she was their mate and they were supposed to take care
of her. She wanted to argue, it had been on the tip of her tongue,
but the looks on their faces told her she needed to let them do
this. They needed it, needed to take care of her, as much as she
had always wanted someone to take care of her. And now she had two
of them.

The wedding started at 6:30 with a sit down
dinner and reception following, which meant dressy. She never
really felt like a girly-girl very often in the past, but she
wanted to be. She wanted to be feminine and lovely. For them.

They followed her around the dress section
and while she was flipping through a rack she looked up at them and
they looked completely out of their depths, which made her smile.
“What?” Ethan asked.