New Year's Kiss (13 page)

Zach kept her close, his arm around her shoulder, his fingers teasing her hair as they laughed and talked. Zach had a wickedly sarcastic attitude that made watching TV with him hysterical. Dishes clanked in the kitchen as Mikhel filled the dishwasher. She heard the water start through the machine and felt Zach tense.

Moments later, Mikhel strolled into the living room, standing near the fireplace, a bottle of good champagne dangling from his fingers.

“Let’s celebrate the New Year.” Mikhel placed three champagne flutes on the mantel and popped open the bottle. Taylor and Zach looked at each other. Mikhel had been silent and solemn most of the night. Not surly but definitely distant. Her stomach burned as he poured the sparkling wine into the first glass. This wasn’t good. Did he want to get the night over with so quickly?

“But we’ve still got an hour before midnight.”

“We’ll act like we’re on East Coast time.” He raised his chin toward the TV. The crowd in Times Square was getting ready to count down and watch the ball drop.

Taylor pushed herself up out of the couch and walked to where Mikhel stood beside the fireplace, accepting the glass, trying to keep her knees from trembling. Zach came and stood to her right. It was just like last year. The countdown started and Taylor forced herself to be cheerful.

“10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1! Happy New Year!”

They clinked their glasses together and each took a sip. The fizzy wine tickled her throat and she remembered last New Year’s when Zach had poured the champagne across her skin and they’d licked it from her body. A little frisson of pleasure skirted down her spine and the remembered sensuality pushed away some of the tension that had hung between them all night.

As she lowered her glass, she turned to Mikhel.

Her New Year’s kiss. Neither man had forgotten.

“Happy New Year, baby,” Mikhel said as his lips touched hers, soft at first and then commanding, a dominating kiss that warned her Mikhel was in the mood to be full-on Alpha tonight. His tongue twirled around her and as he drew back, he nipped her lower lip with his teeth. A reminder and warning to behave.

Like before, Zach turned her into his arms.

“Happy New Year,” he said, though his eyes were a little sad. He bent down and placed a sweet sexual kiss on her lips, dipping his tongue into her mouth then licking the place that Mikhel had bit as if he would soothe her.

They drew apart. Tension, sexual and otherwise, vibrated through the room. Taylor looked at Mikhel to see what he was feeling. He had his glass tipped all the way back and he was chugging the champagne. The last of it cleared his flute and he set the delicate crystal on the mantel. Moving like a man on a mission, he turned to Zach and put his hand behind the other man’s neck, pulling him close. Taylor was pressed between them, locked at Mikhel’s side by his other hand.

The two men froze for just an instant. Breathless, Taylor watched.

“Happy New Year.” Mikhel’s words were soft and firm. And he followed them with a kiss. His lips touched Zach’s in an awkward meeting—two people kissing for the first time—but after a few seconds, it changed. Mikhel’s mouth moved on Zach’s, languid and exploring, as if he was learning a new lover. Their heads turned and a low groan slipped from Zach’s chest. She knew Mikhel was using his tongue, making it clear this was no friend-to-friend kiss that could be mistaken or brushed away later.

Well, it appeared that Mikhel had made his decision.

Chapter Eleven

Needing breath and a moment to gather himself, Mikhel drew back, but he didn’t go far. Taylor was there and he needed her taste. Needed to remind himself that she was there and calm his pounding heart. God, he’d just kissed another man. And liked it. Zach’s mouth was different than he’d expected—softer, but still strong.

Taylor met him as he kissed her. He loved her, wanted her but he also wanted Zach. For two weeks he’d thought about it, spending hours in his
were
form, letting the beast’s naked emotions and desires fill him. Pack law never directly spoke against two male lovers but neither was it approved. He knew precisely what he was facing if they did this. But they were a pack of their own and even if it remained only the three of them, they would be a family, a community together.

His mind was swirling with the implications but his body, his soul knew what he wanted. As he plunged his tongue into the familiar taste of Taylor, another hot mouth caressed his throat, sharp teeth scraping the skin, a little rougher than Taylor did. The slight jolt of pain hardened his cock even more. He pulled away from Taylor and once again captured Zach’s mouth, the need to dominate the male surging through him. A year ago Zach had bared his throat, shown his belly, submitting to the wolf. Now, Mikhel wanted the man’s submission.

Keeping Taylor to his side, his hand slid down her back and cupped the sweet ass he loved so much. She was a part of this. Had to be or it wouldn’t work.

Breathless and a little off balance, Mikhel pulled back. His heart was pounding and his cock rock-hard. The sounds of the New Year’s celebrations were scratchy noises coming from the television. Zach and Taylor stared at him, their lips were wet and pinked from the kisses given and received.

He rubbed his thumb across Taylor’s lower lip. “Are you okay with this?” he asked, though she’d told him she was.

She nodded. “I want this.” She licked his thumb. “I want to see you together.” The tight points of her nipples were pressed against the fabric of her dress. She was aroused, interested.

He pulled her against him and kissed her, knowing Zach was there. They’d done this hundreds of times. Usually, Zach would move to her back, or her neck, kissing and teasing skin that Mikhel couldn’t reach. Instead, he felt Zach’s mouth return to his neck, fingers working at the buttons on his shirt. It wasn’t Taylor’s delicate touch. Hot hard hands pulled and tugged, stripping buttons and dragging the material back.

Taylor joined in, tugging his shirt away. Both reached for his chest, hands and lips, moving over his skin, taking brief forays up to his mouth, sipping kisses. Their touches were so different but each so seductive, he couldn’t get enough. God, he felt drunk. His head was spinning as they licked and sucked, exploring his nipples and lapping at the flat, tight peaks until he thought his cock would explode.

Zach seemed to understand how close Mikhel was to grabbing one of them and driving his cock into something. A large hand closed over his crotch, squeezing his erection. Behind the strong caress, he sensed Zach’s power but felt only warmth and pleasure as he slowly rubbed the length of Mikhel’s cock.

Mikhel felt his spine straighten, his mind having a jolt of reality and wondering if he really wanted to do this. Before he could protest, Taylor was there, kissing him, her small hands stroking his skin. It was
her
fingers that slid into his jeans, beneath his shorts and stroked his cock. She sucked on his tongue, reminding him of what it felt like to fuck her pretty mouth. They moved in seductive unison. Zach worked the buttons of Mikhel’s jeans and tugged them down as she continued to caress him, her bold touches making him ache.

God, he was really going to do it. The denim and shorts fell away, leaving him naked, four hands caressing his skin, lips licking, kissing.

“Yes, Zach, he likes to be bitten there,” Taylor whispered, transferring her mouth to Zach’s shoulder as his teeth closed on Mikhel’s pec. The grip of Zach’s canines jolted a shout from Mikhel. The pain, exquisite and deep, flooded his body with power, energy. He ground his teeth together, fighting the rising tide inside him. Zach’s caresses were strong, almost taunting, like he was pushing Mikhel to fuck him. He drove his hand into Zach’s hair and dragged his head back.

Both males were used to taking the lead but Mikhel wouldn’t have it. He snagged Zach’s lower lip between his teeth and bit down almost to the point of breaking skin, realizing he didn’t need to temper his strength quite as much with Zach as his lover. Zach moaned and dropped his eyes. The
were
inside Mikhel recognized the submission and released some of its anger. He turned the warning into a kiss, licking his tongue inside Zach’s mouth.

Taylor’s fingers curled around his cock and she bent down, stroking her tongue across his stomach muscles. She nipped at his skin as well, gentler, more teasing than demanding.

Mikhel moaned, unable to stop the sound. Having both of them focused on him, their hands and mouths on his skin was a sensual overload. The need to fuck them both multiplied, making him so hard he ached. The lightest touch and he would come. And he didn’t want that. He wanted to enjoy this. Not that he wouldn’t get hard again. Quickly. The wolf was surging through his veins. The full moon was still a week away but that didn’t slow the animal’s desire.

He’d claimed Taylor as his mate but now the need to mark Zach was almost as strong. Mikhel didn’t understand it but he couldn’t fight it.

Zach knelt before him, his hands sliding slowly up Mikhel’s thighs. Taylor scraped her teeth across his chest muscle, a sharp nip that she knew he loved and she also sank down, both kneeling before Mikhel.

Zach and Taylor kissed each other and then moved closer to Mikhel’s hard cock. Hot male hands held the shaft as Taylor whispered kisses along its length. Zach watched, his mouth open, his tongue tasting the inside of his lips. He raised his eyes to Mikhel, the warning clear. The desire even more obvious.
He wants this. He wants to suck you off, make you come.

He put his hand on Zach’s head. “Have you ever done this before?” He didn’t think Zach had fucked other men but considering the pack silence about this kind of thing, who knew?

Zach shook his head. “I’m making it up as I go along,” he said. His tongue flicked out and lashed a quick hot stroke along the underside of the head.

Mikhel groaned and his fingers tightened in Zach’s hair. Zach’s mouth joined Taylor’s, both licking and tasting, working the length and width of Mikhel’s cock. Zach’s touch was more hesitant but he learned quickly. He flicked his tongue across the head, fluttering around the tip before opening his mouth and driving Mikhel’s cock inside. He swallowed over half of it, going deeper than Taylor could, all the way to the back of his throat.

Mikhel grabbed the mantel, holding himself upright as Zach began a slow steady sink and retreat, sucking as he pulled back. Mikhel crushed the shout that threatened. It was like his eyes were being sucked out through his cock. He spread his legs wider, bracing himself, his hips making shallow thrusts, fucking Zach’s mouth.

Zach groaned as if this was what he wanted and when he drew back, he looked up, arrogance and pride glowing in his eyes.

The wolf clamored for freedom inside Mikhel’s head. The
were
also growled. Claws stretched the ends of Mikhel’s hands and he reached down, scraping the vicious nails across Zach’s back, shredding his shirt, leaving five narrow trails of blood.

Zach’s head snapped back and he growled, snarling as he looked up. Mikhel only saw the challenge. He shoved Zach away, knocking the other man to his back and following him down. Violence entered his blood, spiking the sexual need. In the distance he heard Taylor’s gasp but couldn’t take the time to respond. The need to dominate was too strong.

He grabbed the front of Zach’s shirt and tugged, ripping the material away, baring the male’s chest. He bent down and raked his teeth across the tight pectoral muscle, warning the other wolf that he was stronger, more powerful.

Zach arched up into the bite, his neck stretching long, his belly open and accessible.

The wolf and the
were
inside him recognized the position. Again, Zach was acknowledging Mikhel’s dominance.

The anger evaporated and all that remained was the desire. He looked up, checking on Taylor. She watched from the side, her eyes wide, her hands clenched together at her chest.

“Come here, baby.” He held up his hand, the claws gone, the
were
retreating. “We need you.”

And he knew the words were true. This would never be between the two of them. It was the three of them. The bond connected them. Taylor hesitated for a moment. She was still new to the violence inherent in werewolves. She knelt beside them and he placed a kiss on her lips before turning back to Zach.

He was locked in his submissive pose, Mikhel’s teeth marks illuminated across his chest. Mikhel leaned over and licked the place where he’d bit, soothing the little wound. Zach’s flavor filled his mouth and made him want more.

Zach moaned at the light caress and a new kind of tension filled his body. Mikhel looked down and saw the hard bulge that strained his jeans. Zach was aroused, excited by this. Almost unable to believe he was doing this, Mikhel slid his hand down Zach’s body, rubbing it over his groin, squeezing and testing the erection encased in denim. Zach moved into the caress, pushing up into Mikhel’s hand.

Taylor’s sleek thighs appeared at the edge of his vision and he looked up. She knelt beside them, her mouth open, the scent of her wet pussy sweetening the air.

“Closer, baby.”

She followed his instructions, allowing herself to be drawn back into their loving. It was a delicate balance tonight. She wanted them to explore each other but knew the three of them needed to bond together in this new way.

Mikhel moved out of the way, giving her access to Zach.

Taylor slid over Zach’s body, making him the center of their loving as she straddled his hips. She ran her hands across Mikhel’s back, leaning in and sharing a kiss, loving the tight grip Zach had on her hip, holding her against him as his Alpha kissed him.

She looked over Mikhel’s body and saw Zach’s eyes—stunned and shining with pleasure. She squeezed his hand to let him know she was there, with him. Her pussy clenched, desperate to be filled, needing relief. Zach’s hard cock was beneath her. Arching her back, she massaged her clit against his erection, rolling her hips in circles, losing herself in the self-pleasure of rubbing against him.

Mikhel worked his way up, ending with a commanding kiss to Zach’s mouth. When they drew back, they were both breathless and clearly hungry. Taylor’s pussy throbbed, ached. They were so beautiful together, strong and powerful. Masculine and hungry for each other.

“Have you prepared for this?” Mikhel asked, his fingers rubbing the center of Zach’s chest. Zach nodded.

Mikhel rolled away, leaving Taylor straddling Zach’s thighs, her dress scrunched up to the tops of her thighs. She knew she was dripping liquid onto Zach’s jeans but he wouldn’t mind the scent of her pussy.

“Climb off him, baby, and help Zach with his clothes.”

She groaned and didn’t immediately move. The delicious massage to her clit was too wonderful. A few more strokes and she could come.

“Taylor.” The firm tone to Mikhel’s voice made her pause. He stared at her, his body languid but his eyes hot and commanding. “Don’t make me punish you.” Mikhel was in full dominant mode. His voice turned gentle as he said, “You can have him later. First he’s mine.”

With a sigh, to let Mikhel know she wasn’t pleased, hiding the fact that her pussy throbbed at the thought of seeing them together, she lifted her left knee and climbed off Zach. Giving Mikhel a glimpse of her cunt beneath the short skirt. His eyes flickered red and she smiled. She wanted her guys together but didn’t want either to forget she was there.

She smoothed her hand over Zach’s cock, petting it and kissing it through the thick jeans. His hips punched upward, trying to drive the hard shaft into her mouth. She laughed and pulled back, not moving far.

“Little wolf, you can play with him later,” Mikhel promised, though his voice was low with warning. She glanced at her mate. His cock was hard in his hand as he slowly stroked, watching her. Zach’s chest rose and fell as he waited. Taylor loved the sexual tension that shimmered between the three of them. But she knew better than to ignore Mikhel’s direct command. His punishments were too much torture and tonight she wanted to enjoy. She undid the snap at the top of Zach’s jeans, grabbed the zipper tab with her teeth and slowly pulled it down. His hips undulated like he wasn’t able to control the movement.

The zipper separated and she slid her tongue inside the opening, lapping at his cock, loving the tight muscles that strained beneath her. She worked the jeans down, freeing his shaft, and instantly took it in her mouth, laving her tongue across the underside of the head. His groans turned to music in her head.

Mikhel’s hot hand cupped her ass, his fingers sliding into her slit and stroking her wet flesh, but he didn’t enter her.

She lifted her head turning to accept his kiss and the warning look in his eyes. She’d been teasing the three of them. Tempting Zach with what he could have…later. When Mikhel was finished with him.

Drawing back, she stood and dragged Zach’s jeans the rest of the way off. Leaving both men naked. And her dressed.