Gabriella - Alpha Marked Book II Page 7

  Jack.

  Formerly blunted emotions coated his own. Hints of fear overlaid with elation were present, and they could only be attributed to his newly acquired Alpha Pair status. There were well and truly tied together now, nothing able to tear them apart save death. His wolf howled with joy, reveling in the presence of the other beast. They had their other half, and it was time for them to claim the missing part of their soul.

  Berke and Jack bracketed Gabriella as they rode in the elevator, soft dings announcing each floor they passed. They weren’t on the top floor like Keller, Garron and Scarlet, but occupied the level beneath them in the event that they were needed. They even had an inner stairwell that connected the two suites for quick access.

  Since they’d probably be claiming Gabriella this night, he prayed it wouldn’t be used any time soon. Like, for the next fifty years or so.

  One last chime announced their arrival, and the shining metal doors swooshed open to reveal a deserted hallway. With Jack leading the way, Berke allowed Gabriella to precede him while he covered the rear. Ever the warrior, he and his wolf were intent on protecting their backs. It wasn’t so much the threat of others as it was his fear of anything ever happening to their mate that urged him to take the stance.

  Besides, it gave him the perfect opportunity to ogle her rounded ass. Her rear mounds were plump and full, hips swaying and butt jiggling with every step. He couldn’t wait to nibble and nip her flesh, watch the flush of her skin as blood accentuated his bites. He’d leave love marks all over her body, ensuring that everyone knew she was a taken female.

  Our female. The voice was soft, his connection to Jack too new for his friend’s voice to boom through his mind, but he received it none the less.

  Berke followed the magical thread between them, tracing the golden, twining strands until he was met with Jack’s consciousness and he projected into his friend’s mind. Our mate.

  He sensed the other man’s wolf howl in triumph and agreement. Yes, they were both on the same page when it came to their luscious Marked.

  They paused just outside their door, and Jack was quick to gain access to their suite. When Gabriella moved to follow the other wolf, Berke stayed her with a gentle touch to her arm. “One moment, mate.”

  She frowned at his light restraint, but grinned when the word “mate” left his lips. “Mate…” She whispered.

  “Mate.” He couldn’t withhold the pleasure that the word caused him. “Jack just needs to ensure we’re alone before we enter.”

  Her frown returned. “Why?”

  “We were already a target due to our ranks, but we’re an Alpha Pair now. We can never be too careful. Especially when it comes to your safety. Regardless of your new status, your body is still human and vulnerable.” They would always take care with her. Nothing would ever mar her perfect skin. Not even a paper cut.

  Before she could respond, Jack appeared, a hesitant smile in place. “All clear.” His unease was nearly palpable, and he reached out slowly to twine his fingers with Gabriella’s. “Come in?”

  Relief, both his and Jack’s, whooshed through Berke when she nodded and stepped into their home away from home. One step became two became a few until they stood in the small sitting area. A subtle shudder wracked her body, and Berke was quick to move toward her, mirror Jack’s grip on her opposite wrist and lean into her. Gabriella’s curves welcomed him, her body seeming to recognize him with ease.

  “We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready, Gabriella,” he soothed as best he could.

  We don’t? Jack growled, and Berke narrowed his eyes.

  No, we don’t. Are you forgetting you were an ass mere hours ago? You rejected her, Jack. She’s been through a Challenge to keep us, but that doesn’t mean she’s ready to mate us with abandon. Berke didn’t bother keeping the annoyance out of his tone, even adding to the words by sending his emotions along their link.

  An immediate flow of contriteness was returned. “He’s right, Gabby. We’re on your schedule.” Jack cupped her cheek, and Berke could feel the sizzling connection. There was attraction and need bouncing between them, but they couldn’t forget how they’d hurt her. “When you’re ready and not a moment before.”

  But I can’t wait for her to agree. Jack’s mental words were a growl more than anything.

  I know. Though, if she agrees, I’m not sure how to go about this.

  Jack came back sounding so smug. What? Afraid of sex, pretty boy?

  He wanted to punch his Alpha partner. So you’ve been in a threesome? Claimed a mate before? Really?

  A wall of doubt and frustration hit him in response.

  Gabriella squeezed Berke’s hand but didn’t tear her gaze from Jack. “What’s with the sudden change of heart?”

  Jack froze, tension overtaking his body, and Berke stepped in for his Alpha partner. “Life, no matter the heartache it brings, is always worth living. We wouldn’t be living if you weren’t with us.”

  “Jack?” His mate pressed.

  His friend’s shoulders slumped, and he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Gabriella’s. Berke stroked his mate’s back and placed a hand on Jack’s shoulder, giving them both support as they crawled over what he suspected was the last hurdle.

  “Fear…” Jack’s eyes closed. Berke sensed every emotion rolling through his friend. He welcomed them with open arms, taking them into himself in a way he never had before. Jack continued. “Fear of what may be isn’t worth losing you, Gabby. I’m an idiot and an asshole for pushing you away, but never again.”

  The last three words came on a whisper, but based on Gabriella’s gusty sigh, she’d heard him clearly. When she slumped into the other man, Berke realized she’d accepted Jack’s words. Examining them through their bond, he also recognized them as truth.

  Gabriella swallowed, the lines of her neck rippling with the effort, and she cleared her throat. “Okay.”

  “Okay…” Berke murmured.

  “Okay, I want to be yours.” Her voice shook.

  “You’ll never regret your choice, Gabby. We’ll spend the rest of our days loving you.” Jack’s words cut through Berke, slicing through his body and straight to his heart.

  Love? So quick? No. It couldn’t be… He internally shook his head. No way.

  You’re telling me you weren’t half in love with her the moment you felt her Mark burn on your skin? You know it flickered. Even I felt it and I was fighting this tooth and claw.

  Berke refused to accept his partner’s words. No. It can’t be—

  It can and is, friend. She was made for us, and I for one am not going to allow fear to stop my heart. I recommend you do the same.

  He took a deep breath, stared at the two he’d spend the rest of his life with, and let his bottled feelings fly free. It wasn’t a bone-deep, soul-connecting love. Yet. But he had no doubt that, with nurturing, it’d blossom into a tie that could never be broken.

  Berke placed a finger against her chin and directed her attention to him. “Gabriella?”

  “Make me yours, Berke.”

  Oh, shit. How the hell are we gonna do this? Berke mentally gulped.

  I saw it in a porn once? They were all on their sides and she was in the middle… Jack sounded so hopeful.

  We’re not taking our mate like porn stars. Berke nearly growled aloud.

  Why not? It obviously works. Jack paused for a moment. I think I could’ve been a porn star…

  God, he and Jack were in so much trouble. Let’s hope we don’t fuck this up… And keep your dick to yourself.

  *

  Berke tugged her, drawing Gabby toward an open set of double doors that revealed a massive bed in the center. It was more than enough space for the three of them to come together. Logistically she knew what was to come, but had never actually made love with two men at once.

  They would join as one, both of her holes filled with them as they fought for release within her. The final step would come when they sank their partially shif
ted teeth into her shoulders. One on the left, another on the right. Scarlet had warned her of what was to come, words interspersed with giggles and blushes, but description and reality seemed nowhere near one another.

  Their travels stilled at the foot of the bed, the two men bracketing her, settling her between them. Berke remained at her back while the previously reticent Jack pressed against her front. The heat of their bodies crept into and seared her.

  Gentle hands stroked her arms, skimming her skin as they sought their way beneath her clothes. Silently, gently, they disappeared. The men worked as one, divesting her of her shirt, then shoes, and finally shorts until she stood before them in nothing but her bra and panties. She was exposed, barely anything left to the imagination. Quiet reigned and unease slithered through her, self-doubt and insecurity creeping to the fore.

  For, like, all of a second.

  A glance at Jack’s features revealed his desire, the tautness of his face and the sharpening of his cheeks and jaw showing her he was close to losing control. His eyes transitioned to a pale yellow that darkened by the second as his wolf peeked at her.

  Berke encircled her with his arms, movements stilling as he reached her rounded stomach. “So sweet and soft.” A growl shaded his voice.

  Palms slid over her skin, Berke’s fingers tracing the waist of her panties, digits dipping beneath the elastic. Then he continued farther south until he rested just above her mound.

  Oh, God. She ached. Her core pulsed and clit twitched with the need for these two wolves. Arousal thrummed in her veins as her pussy grew heavy and filled with unsatisfied desire. A deep inhale from Jack told her that he’d caught the scent of her need. Her musk permeated the air, and those eyes flashed to the pure yellow of his wolf.

  Jack’s palms cupped her large breasts, her flesh overflowing his hands, and he squeezed. Her nipples hardened, and he traced the nubs, silk and lace the only things separating them.

  “See how she needs, Berke?” Jack murmured, his gaze centered on her chest. She shivered beneath his regard. “So responsive.”

  While she remained focused on Jack, Berke’s fingers danced past her cropped curls and farther south to her soaked pussy. His digits slid through her cream, teasing her slit and then delving into her moist depths. One finger traced her inner sex lips, pad stroking her from hole to clit and back again. The first brush of the sensitive bundle of nerves nearly brought her to her knees.

  “Berke!”

  “So, very, very responsive. I’d say we’re lucky wolves, wouldn’t you, Jack?” Berke scratched her neck with a sharp fang.

  Another stroke, finger sinking into her sheath and then retreating to her clit. He circled the nub, round and round, and she rocked her hips in time with his ministrations.

  But Jack hadn’t been a lazy boy. While Berke tormented her pussy, Jack tugged the cups of her bra down to expose her tender breasts. Now there was nothing between his skin and her flesh. He cupped her mounds as if weighing them, teasing her once again until he captured one nub, and then the other, between thumb and forefinger. He plucked and pinched her nipples, his torment adding to the blissful arousal that Berke stoked.

  Berke continued his teasing caresses, urging her closer to release. Two fingers replaced one, both sinking into her hole and stretching her. She rocked into his penetration, fighting for him to slide deeper. A sting accompanied his invasion, but it merely added to her arousal.

  “Need to get this wet hole ready for us.” He laved her neck and suckled her flesh. “I can’t wait to fuck you hard and deep. Do you want that sweet Gabriella?” Berke’s words shoved her toward the edge, and an uncontrollable shudder wracked her body.

  “Look at how beautiful she is, Berke.” Jack’s words were followed by a vibrating growl. “All needy and flushed.” He dropped to his knees, bringing his face even with her breasts. He brushed one of her nipples one last time and then captured it with his mouth, sucking it gently. His tongue played over the nub, alternating flicks and gentle licks. “God, you smell so good. Hot and sweet, and that musk is driving me insane.”

  Berke’s talented fingers disappeared, and she whimpered at the loss, her pussy suddenly empty and silently begging to be filled. “Shh…” He moved, hand rising and she turned her head to see him slip his cream-coated fingers into his mouth. “Mmm… I think Jack should get a taste of your sweetness.”

  A tug on her panties brought her attention back to Jack. He lowered the small bit of black silk and lace to the floor. She lifted her feet so he could toss them aside. Bared to him, to them, she gasped at the flare of animalistic desire in Jack’s gaze.

  Without hesitation, he lowered his ass to rest on his heels and then brought his face to the juncture of her thighs. He nudged her legs apart and then his mouth was there, tongue delving between her lower lips and tapping her swollen clit.

  “Jack!” She leaned forward and gripped his shoulders. The change in position ground her ass against Berke, pressing his cloth-covered hardness into her. “Oh, God.”

  “Is he talented with that tongue, Gabriella?” Berke murmured, his warm breath bathing her heated skin.

  Jack moaned, drawing a groan from her chest, and Berke rocked his cock along the crack of her ass.

  “Yes.” She panted. “Good.” She reached behind her, intent on stroking her mate’s hardness, but a hand wrapping around her wrist forestalled her.

  “You first, love. Come on Jack’s tongue and then we’ll take your slick pussy and pretty ass.”

  A bolt of pleasure zinged along her spine with his wicked words, every syllable adding to her growing desire. Relaxing within his grip, she let her men do as they willed. This one was for her, and she’d be sure to return the favor before the night was through. Later she could suck one into her mouth while the other slid into her from behind. Or lay them side by side while she pleasured one and then the other with her tongue.

  Yesss… Those were very good ideas.

  Or she could…

  Jack sucked on her clit, tugging on the nub, and the action had her body jerking in response, muscles contracting with the ecstasy of his ministrations. He repeated the caress and she responded, twitching once again.

  “Shit. There.” Jack shoved two fingers into her pussy, and she gasped. “Jack.” Only Berke’s hold on her hips kept her from falling forward.

  Those digits pumped in and out of her sheath, tracing her inner-walls with every thrust and retreat. She rested her back against Berke, leaning into him and trusting him to keep her vertical. With one less worry, she let her gaze center on her kneeling Jack. As he continued his torment, he tilted his head back and raised his gaze. His yellow orbs were focused entirely on her, fierce need written in every line of his features.

  Those fingers continued at a maddening pace, matching that of his tongue. The steady rhythm nudged and pushed her toward the edge, shoving her along the path to release with no chance for retreat. She rocked in time with his attentions, shifting and rolling her hips in order to capture any snippet of pleasure she could.

  She rode his hand and mouth, gasping and moaning, mumbling and murmuring incoherently. “More. Now. Need. Berke. Jack.”

  Jack’s tempo never stuttered with her movements, his growls the only addition to his attentions. God, those growls…

  Her pussy clenched rhythmically around him, milking his fingers, and she let passion overtake her. She was so close… So damned close…

  “Come for him, Gabriella. Come and then we’ll make you scream.” One of Berke’s hands abandoned her hip and pinched her nipple, the bolt of pain giving her what she needed to jump over the edge.

  With a gasping moan, she came on Jack’s tongue. Her pussy clamped down on his invasion, squeezing him tight while pleasure poured through her like lava. Bliss mingled with ecstasy as it roped its way through her limbs. She twitched and jerked, muscles no longer her own, but belonging to the overwhelming joy.

  Gabby’s release rose and fell with every breath, Jack forcing her pleasu
re to crest and ebb until she broke down into begging sobs. “Please. Too much.”

  Berke’s attentions immediately eased, his pinches lessening to gentle strokes. Jack’s torment lowered as well, his fingers sliding free in slow increments as his tongue gave her tender licks.

  Moments passed, and her panting slowed until she could breathe once again. The previously overwhelming ecstasy lessened to a rolling arousal, small tremors attacking her muscles, but at least she could stand on her own once again.

  With one last kiss to her mound, Jack rolled to his feet, lips and chin glistening with her juices. “You are delicious, sweet.”

  Berke gave her a hug, his arms around her waist tightening gently. “Yes, she is.” He nuzzled her neck. “Shall we claim you now, love?”

  The words were said without an ounce of pressure, but she could hear the suppressed need. Everything in her urged her to say “yes”, but kernels of doubt remained. She’d gone through this before. Well, not this, but how many men had she been with that told her how much they wanted her and then decided that her curves were too much? Or that she wasn’t enough for them? Or that making love to her was like…

  Jack’s gaze was still intent on her, his eyes searching her face, and he must have seen the indecision in her features. He reached up and twined their fingers together, giving them a gentle squeeze. “You owe us nothing, Gabby. Nothing. But know that whether we mate today or a year from now, we will always want you.”

  Berke gave her a soft hug to comfort her. “Always. Your Mark told us you were ours, but it’s you that we want.”

  Tears stung her eyes as the truth of their words sank into her soul. She had only one answer for them now that some of her fears were laid to rest. There was no telling what the future held for the three of them, but she didn’t doubt that they belonged together.

  Taking a deep breath, she gave them what lingered in her heart. “Mate with me.”

  *

  Berke took no time in slipping Gabriella’s bra from her shoulders, completely stripping her. As she crawled onto the bed, settling in the middle, he and Jack did the same. Once nude, they surrounded her, one on each side of her curvaceous body. Her breasts were lush mounds, her waist slightly dipping and then flaring to her wide hips. Hips that would first cradle them, and then their pups. He couldn’t wait to see her swollen with their children, nurturing them within her womb.