The Wolf's Mate Book 3: Callie & The Cats (23 page)

Chapter 16

**Callie**

The looming full moon was screwing with her
libido something fierce. Not that it was hard to get worked up with
the boys. Just looking at them made her get all hot and melty, and
since she’d declared that they weren’t wearing underwear in the
house anymore, well, that just meant that anytime they’d had a mind
to touch each other, there was one less thing to get around.

Since her initial shaving, they’d requested
she keep it up and she liked it. The sensation of being shaved and
the things they did to her made everything seem more intense. On
Monday night, she’d asked for them to give her one night each alone
with them, so they could get to know each other individually as
well as when they were together as a group.

They’d asked her to choose for the first
night, and she picked Ethan, for the sole reason that she could see
he needed it more. He was definitely the more tenderhearted of the
two of them, more emotional, but that didn’t mean that Eryx was any
less loving. She and Ethan went to bed after dinner and didn’t come
out until lunch, and it was a wonderful night. They played with
each other leisurely, touching and tasting and exploring, and she
found out he was good for four times before he cried uncle at being
unable to come another time, but that didn’t stop him from giving
her a final orgasm as the sun crept over the horizon and then he
cuddled her against him and they both drifted off to sleep.

Eryx was cool that afternoon, trying to hide
his jealousy with the blank face and neutral voice she’d already
come to know intimately. Ethan fixed lunch for them and then left
to run errands. There was a suspicious look exchanged between them
but she didn’t bust their balls over it. They’d spent 26 years
sharing private looks and jokes as twins, she couldn’t expect them
to change that overnight, and she didn't want them to.

She found the whole thing with the cubs on
Sunday night odd. She’d been sitting with the kids and talking,
enjoying their company in the short time they had to get to know
each other before they left. And then she’d gotten a strange
feeling and looked up to see that both Ethan and Eryx weren’t
happy. They wore identical frowns, their brows furrowed and arms
crossed over their chests. She couldn’t believe they were jealous
of the cubs. They were just children, after all. And it had
occurred to her very quickly that it wasn’t necessarily her
affection at the moment that bothered them, but a combination of
the lack of their own mother’s affection when they were cubs, and
their feelings about her. Since they were new to a relationship,
new to the feelings that grew with each day, they didn’t entirely
know what to do with themselves. She could see the possessive
jealousy that streaked their faces, the longing for her to shower
them with affection, and their desire not to share her with anyone
outside of their new family. They wanted her to love them and their
future children. Period.

And he was jealous now, even though he tried
to hide it. She stood up from the kitchen table and reached around
Eryx to turn off the water at the sink as he filled it to wash the
dishes. Taking his hand, she drew him to the couch and pointed to
it. He sat dutifully, a little sullenly even, and she said, “Lie
down.”

“Why?”

“This is the portion of our program where you
stay quiet, my love.” She chided him, folding her arms.

He smirked but laid back on the couch,
stretching out but remaining tense. She dropped to her knees and
leaned over, brushing her lips across his. He reached for her but
she pushed his arms away. “I’m a little sore. If we do anything
right now, then I’m going to be really sore and I’d rather spend
the night making love to you than have a quickie right now. Let me
love you, Eryx. Just you.”

He shook his head, “I don’t want to take
pleasure without you.”

“But this does give me pleasure,” She
promised, pulling his shirt up from the confines of his jeans. “You
have such an incredible body and you’re mine. Please.”

She bit her lower lip just for his benefit
and he growled low in his throat and then groaned and gave up. “Are
you still abiding by my no underwear rule, Eryx?” She questioned as
she shoved his shirt up slowly to reveal the stomach and chest that
made her brain stall out.

“What happens if I’m not?” Funny, hadn’t she
just said that on Saturday?

“Twenty lashes.” She darted her tongue across
one ridge of his stomach, flicking the inside of his belly
button.

“Ah, sweet, your tongue is a deadly
weapon.”

She explored his chest with her fingers and
tongue from her perch on the floor, digging her teeth into his
nipples until he hissed at the sensations and then kissing away the
slight pain that she’d left behind.

When her hand worked inside his jeans, she
found him not only rock hard, but also without underwear and as she
pulled his jeans down his hips and his cock slid into view, she
murmured, “Um, good boy. Still, just for good measure, I’m going to
punish you anyway.”

His voice was raw when he groaned,
“Punish?”

She flipped her hair to the side so he could
watch her and she kissed the hot head of his cock, “Punish with
pleasure.”

Eryx had two buttons when it came to oral sex
that made him come in a heartbeat. One was a hard twist to a nipple
and the other, she’d discovered accidentally over the weekend, was
a firm hand on his balls. She decided to do both to see what
happened this time. She toyed with him first, licking and nibbling
his thick length and watching him close his eyes in ecstasy. Then
she cupped and squeezed his balls with one hand and twisted his
nipple with the fingers of her other hand while sucking him hard.
He roared and arched off the couch, coming nearly instantly, his
come shooting straight down her throat and nearly blowing the back
of her head off with the force of it.

She swallowed every last drop, let him slide
out of her mouth slowly, and kissed the velvet soft top of him. She
leaned over the couch and braced herself on either side of him. His
eyes opened, glazed over and out of focus, and she grinned. “I love
you, my big sweet cat. I love giving you pleasure, and I will love
the hell out of you returning the favor tonight when it’s just
us.”

“If I can recover by then.” He chuckled
roughly.

“I have plenty of confidence in your ability
to recover quickly, Eryx. I think I heard Ethan come in, so you
might want to cover up your, you know.” She clicked her tongue at
him, kissed him once and straightened. Again she had that feeling
of being a little extra horny, but she was also sore. She didn’t
think there was a thing as too much sex, but she did think there
was a thing as too much friction, and four times with Ethan plus
how much he loved to go down on her meant she was not ready for
play herself. It had been a sweet gift to do that for Eryx and ease
some of his unhappiness. It was important, in her mind at any rate,
that they be able to be together at times, separately, not only
simply as a threesome. Although she found it completely erotic to
be with both of them, it had been wonderful to be with Ethan alone
and she knew it would be the same with Eryx.

That night, she asked Eryx about his
fantasies, and he said he’d always wanted to watch himself. However
he wasn’t about to use a camera to record anything so intimate. She
had a better idea and one that wouldn’t be kept on record, and they
made love in the bathroom, her leaning over the counter in front of
the large mirror, and him behind her. They locked eyes the first
stroke inside her, and it was one of the most intense experiences
she’d ever had. Watching his muscles bunch and contract as he
worked in and out of her, and the way her body moved in response to
his assault was just about the most erotic thing she’d ever
seen.

After lunch on Wednesday, a sleep deprived
Eryx left to run errands, and when he asked if she wanted anything
while he was out, she said she was hungry for steak, and he
promised to pick up some for dinner.

She and Ethan began to pack, and when Eryx
returned several hours later, he joined in, and the next few days
were spent packing and enjoying each other’s company. Their family
came over at various times during the day to help them pack.

On Thursday, she was thrilled to hear from
her insurance company that they were sending her a check for the
replacement value of the car, which although only $2,500, was a
nice addition to her savings. It wasn’t the first time she was
aware that the boys weren’t allowing her to pay for anything, and
although they didn’t want her to buy a car right now, at least she
had the finances to do it. And once they were settled in their new
home, she could find a job.

She spoke to her future Aunt Lisa nearly
every day that week, discussing the town and their farm and home.
At 35, she was 9 years younger than Rhett and they’d been married
for five years. She was a school teacher before she married him,
and she quit to help him with the farm. Along with livestock, they
also had cornfields and plenty of land. She seemed eager to meet
her; Callie thought she was lonely.

As her first full moon as a rogue drew close,
she felt a pang of missing her pack, but although she had walked
away from the only home she’d ever known, she was getting so much
more in return. More love and acceptance than she could have ever
hoped for. She had a gift in the form of two very affectionate
mountain lions, and she couldn’t have been happier in her wildest
dreams.

Chapter 17

**Ethan**

Stretching the kink in his back, Ethan
straightened and dropped the roll of packing tape on the box that
marked the last of the basement things they were taking with them.
They had his truck and Eryx’s mustang, and although Callie only had
two suitcases and a box of things, they were being careful with
what they took.

Their family would ship things as they
needed, and they planned to come visit of course, but they had
spent a good bit of time deciding what to take and what to leave
behind. He knew that Eryx really wanted to take that damn couch
with him. And Callie knew it, too. When he went to run errands on
Tuesday morning, he came into the house and found she had him
stretched out on it while she went down on him. While he
appreciated the attention she’d given him alone on Monday night,
Tuesday night when she was with Eryx was just about the hardest
night he’d ever gone through. It was bad enough that he couldn’t
fall asleep without her in his arms, but to hear her cries of
pleasure and the creaking of the bed and know it wasn’t from him
had been a torture all its own.

He heard a noise at the bottom of the stairs
and turned with a small growl of happiness. Callie was wearing his
robe and nothing else. It hung off her shoulders, gathered at the
elbows, and splayed wide open like a cloak behind her.

She smelled incredible. Then again, she
always smelled good, but when she was turned on, it was the most
intense fragrance and it called to them both like a beacon.

“It’s the full moon tonight, my love.” Her
voice was doing that sultry growl that he’d realized quickly meant
she was not going to take no for an answer. Not for any reason. Not
that he’d ever turn her down.

He pulled off his shirt and dropped it as she
moved with liquid grace towards him, as if she had bones where she
shouldn’t have them. She leaned her back against the wall and slid
her hands down the front of her body. Hmmm. His body responded
immediately to the sight.

Dropping his pants, he’d taken her rule of no
underwear in the house until they moved seriously, and found it a
relief to not have to fool with them on either of them. Of course
he found it wildly nice that she’d spent the last couple of days
almost entirely naked, except for when their family came over.

He drew her body up his and she hooked her
legs around the small of his back and dug her nails into his
shoulders. “Hard, baby, please.” She moaned, dropping her head back
to the wall. That was her signal to say she didn’t need any
foreplay, either because she was still rolling from orgasms with
Eryx or because she was just that turned on.

She sank down on him, pulling with her legs
and driving herself down until she was seated fully and then her
head lifted and he caught a bit of amber flickering in her eyes,
and knew that she was dealing with full moon cravings. He was more
than happy to oblige.

“Fuck you’re hot, baby,” he growled before
starting a hard rhythm. He angled slightly, rolling his hips until
he heard her breath catch in the middle of her panting moans and
knew he’s found her sweet spot, and that was it. She wanted hard,
and he gave it to her, driving himself up into her hot flesh and
forgetting everything else around them. She gave herself over to
his onslaught, and buried her face in his neck. He expected the
bite, he had a feeling she couldn’t really help herself, and it
just did it for him. He loved that she marked him so that anyone
that saw the bites and scratches would know he was well loved.

She came the first time and her ragged moan
cut through the quiet in the basement and he pushed himself to give
her everything she needed. His fingers cut into her shoulders as he
held back at least until she came once more, ignoring the pleasure
building inside his own body until he’d taken care of her.

A wave of heavy scent drifted between them,
the combination of her arousal and his mixing together, and it
triggered something in him, a primal need to mark her. He turned
his head into her neck and bit down and she screamed as she came
hard. Her climax drew out his, and it seemed like forever that his
body came inside hers, a cycle of pleasure that made him shudder
from head to foot and his knees go weak.