MATED TO FATHER, FATED TO SONS

RYKER

I pulled her mouth gently toward mine, my hands resting possessively on her waist. I captured her lips with mine slowly, taking my time, parting them gently with my tongue and tasting the sweet wine still lingering there. My tongue explored her mouth thoroughly, sliding against hers, coaxing her to respond and participate.

She tasted incredible, sweet and intoxicating, and I felt her body relax slightly into mine as she started kissing me back tentatively at first, then with more confidence.

My tongue stroking against hers, teaching her the rhythm I wanted. My hands slid from her waist up her sides slowly, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her robe. I could feel her heart racing under my palms.

My right hand moved up to cup her breast through the silk, squeezing gently, feeling the weight of it in my palm. She gasped into my mouth at the contact and I swallowed the sound, using it as an opportunity to explore deeper.

I kneaded her breast slowly, my thumb finding her nipple through the layers of fabric and circling it until I felt it harden. She pressed closer to me and I knew she was getting lost in the sensation.

From the corner of my eye I saw Rowan stand up from his chair and move to position himself behind her, his hands settling on her hips.

I pulled away from her lips slowly, reluctantly, releasing her mouth but keeping my hand on her breast.

Rowan gently turned her around to face him and pulled her firmly against his body. He captured her mouth in a much more intense kiss than mine had been, more aggressive and demanding. His tongue pushed past her lips forcefully, exploring and his hand tangling in her hair to hold her in place exactly where he wanted her.

He kissed her like he was starving for it, like she was air and he had been drowning without her.

While Rowan continued kissing her deeply, thoroughly dominating her mouth, I moved behind her where Rowan had been standing. I reached for the tie of her silky robe and slowly loosened it, the knot coming undone easily. I pulled the robe down off her shoulders and it slid down her arms sensually, pooling on the floor at her feet.

This left her standing in just that black lace nightgown that left very little to imagination, the fabric so sheer I could see the outline of her body beneath it.

My hands settled on her waist from behind and I leaned down to press my lips against her exposed neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin there while Rowan continued claiming her mouth. She was trapped between us now, our bodies pressed against her from both sides.

Rowan’s hand had found her other breast and was kneading it roughly through the lace while he kissed her.

She was making small sounds in her throat that drove my wolf absolutely wild.

Rowan finally pulled away from her lips, both of them breathing hard, and leaned back against the edge of the table, his eyes dark with barely controlled desire.

She stood there panting, her lips swollen and red from Rowan’s aggressive kiss, looking dazed.

I turned her face toward me again and captured her mouth once more, this time more demanding than my first kiss. I did not ask permission, just took what I wanted, my tongue invading her mouth while my hands roamed over her body freely.

She responded eagerly now, her confidence growing, kissing me back with surprising passion. Her hands came up to grip my shoulders for balance.

I pulled back slightly and tilted my head the other direction, changing the angle, and dove back in. My hand slid up to cup the back of her neck, holding her exactly where I wanted her while I thoroughly explored her mouth.

When I finally released her, she was gasping for air.

Rowan reached out and turned her to face him again, pulling her close. He kissed her more gently this time, his lips moving slowly against hers, his tongue stroking her gently. His hands slid down her back, tracing her spine through the thin lace.

I watched them kiss, feeling my control slipping further with each passing second.

Then Rowan turned her back to me and I immediately captured her mouth again, this kiss rough and demanding. I bit her bottom lip gently and she whimpered. The sound went straight to my cock.

We passed her back and forth like this several more times, each kiss getting progressively more heated, more desperate. Her lips were swollen and slick, her breathing ragged.

Finally Rowan reached out and grabbed the hem of her nightgown. He pulled it up slowly, inch by inch, revealing more of her smooth skin, and then lifted it over her head in one fluid motion.

The nightgown fell to the floor, leaving her standing before us in just those black lace panties.

Her breasts were exposed completely now, full and perfect, her nipples hard peaks that begged to be touched.

Rowan stared at her hungrily, his eyes raking over every inch of exposed skin with undisguised hunger.

I looked at him and could see our wolves were already taking full control as the full moon rose higher in the sky outside the windows. I could feel our thoughts beginning to merge into one shared consciousness like they always did during the full moon, our minds connecting.

We were thinking the same thing, wanting the same thing.

Rowan looked directly at her and said in a commanding voice that left no room for argument, "Amaris, go down on your knees."

She looked confused, her eyes wide. "What?"

I repeated firmly, letting my dominance show, "On your knees. Be a good girl for us."

She hesitated for just a brief moment, clearly processing what we were asking, and then slowly, carefully, went down on her knees on the wooden floor. She looked up at both of us with those wide amber eyes, her hands resting on her thighs, her breasts rising and falling with each breath.

I smiled slowly because I knew with absolute certainty that the real fun had just begun.