Raining Kisses (The Opeth Pack Saga Book 2) (9 page)

“I’m a murderer.” he looked away.

“You’re a wolf. Embrace what you are, Nicholaus. You did what you had to in order to protect us. I forgave you a long time ago.”

Katarina’s sweet words hit his heart with the force of a tank. He didn’t want to embrace what he was. He’d killed before in cold blood. He’d murdered her brother and father right in front of her. It didn’t matter that they were trying to rape her. There had to be another solution if he had just thought long enough about it.

“You’re going to have to get over the past someday, Nicholaus. Even I let shit go after a while.”

Krystyna reached for him but dropped her arms and looked at Katarina.

Katarina nodded.

Something was up between them.

The look that passed between them made him pause. “What are you two thinking?” He narrowed his gaze. Sniffing the air, he now smelled the pungent fragrance of arousal coming from both of them.

They turned, eyes wide and filled with an emotion deeper than lust and so much more than love. Krystyna and Katarina sauntered to him, each of them flanking him on a side.

“Love us,” Katarina begged. Her breath whispered softly over his ear, sending shivers up and down his skin.

Krystyna nodded. “You promised my lover something and you should own up like a man.”

Nicholaus growled at the challenge. He couldn’t take the torture of both his lovers assaulting his senses, putting him on the defensive and overloading his mind and body. He sucked in a breath, trying to drag air into his lungs but when Katarina leaned into him, pressed her lips against his and cupped the back of his head, he found he could only take in her aroma.

Krystyna’s hands found his shoulders, pulling him closer between them while she dropped fiery kisses all over his neck, drawing her tongue over his flesh.

Goose bumps appeared on his skin, the hair on the back of his neck stood and his cock throbbed. Heat built in his loins. His struggle to free himself was a loss, once both pairs of hands held him captive.

Only it wasn’t because he couldn't overpower his lovers. Trembling beneath the love and fury of their emotions, Nicholaus could only feel. Frozen by the love given to him, he let himself enjoy the sensations of two pairs of soft lips pressing onto his skin, dragging down his face or neck.

He’d grown painfully hard by now. When a hand caressed his erection, he nearly jumped out of his skin. He opened his eyes to see Katarina’s hands treading over his stomach, feeling the ripples of his abs. Krystyna’s palm cupped him.

He blinked, saw Katarina’s ruby red lips moving toward his. Leaning into her, he tasted her lips, sucked in what air he could, finding it full of her luscious scent and the spicy tang of Krystyna’s arousal. Knew that when the two were together, their aromas mingled instantly, remembered just how it used to be when they were younger.

Pulling back from Katarina, he found Krystyna's teeth working over his flesh, exciting the animal within. “I’ve got to taste you both,” he uttered between kisses.

Katarina’s mouth was velvet soft while Krystyna’s lips upon his neck burned him to the very core.

He stiffened between two sets of skilled hands caressing him, moving over his back, shoulders, down his abs, all while Krystyna kept her hand over his cock. He didn’t want to want them both, knew he needed to stop them, but the weakness in his knees only helped to drag him further into ecstatic lunacy.

He swore beneath his breath.

Katarina’s lips locked with his.

The glow now surrounding his body added warmth to the smoldering lust building between them and Nicholaus felt sweat on his brow.

Krystyna’s tongue slid into his mouth and he found himself stroking it with his tongue, sucking on it, all while his fingers found the tie on Katarina’s skirt. If he yanked, it’d come loose and fall down, exposing her luscious, naked ass.

He pulled back, and went in to nibble on her lip.

She mewled against him, a low growl followed that he knew was designed to show him her strength too. He’d never doubted that in her, not truly. She was subservient to him because she chose it, but she could hold her own. She had so far, without him.

So had Katarina.

The smell of sandalwood and earth rose up, making his nostrils flair.

Krystyna cupped his ass, squeezing him and pulling him to her. “I’ve missed this, you bastard,” she breathed against his ear.

Her words sent vibrations along his ear, down his spine.

How easily he found himself letting them control him, keeping his beast at bay. He knew from the moment he’d spotted Katarina in Albuquerque something bad would happen and so far, it hadn’t. Well, except for those few dead bodies…

Pressure in his temples eased with each stroke of fingernail against his chest.

“Give in,” Katarina led with her lips and her husky voice, trailing kisses down his chin, licking the center of his throat.

Krystyna found the sensitive spot behind his ear with her tongue and swirled it in circles.

His knees grew weaker; he couldn’t stop moaning. Nicholaus knew it was over. He was here in Hungary, and his life was about to change despite his best attempts to maintain a stable course. The ache in his loins reminded him of all the reasons he had to stay. The only thing keeping him sane right now was the loud screaming in his head.

Even his beast ignored that.

Nicholaus swore between heated kisses.

Lips found his fingers, sucking sweetly on his digits. Buttons popped off his shirt, exposing his chest to be kissed before another mouth found his nipple.

Hands tugged him toward Katarina’s house. “Follow me,” Katarina giggled.

Krystyna’s tongue licked a blaze of lust down his neck, over his collarbone.

His cock throbbed painfully. He had to bury himself in one or both of them soon.

“You two are—”

Krystyna’s lips smashed against his in a desperate attempt to control him, to mold him to her body and keep him here. He didn’t miss the possessiveness in the way either of them touched him.

His hands roamed over her shoulders, down her sides and settled on her hips. He pulled her to him.

Katarina licked his neck.

Shudders ran through him. He turned, not knowing what to do just yet, and faced Katarina. Staring into her gorgeous green eyes, he knew she desired the same thing he did—penetration.

“This is so wrong,” he muttered between kisses.

Krystyna's mouth plundered his, driving a wedge between logic and lust that shifted his focus.

Nicholaus couldn’t think beyond the kisses. Krystyna’s lips were sweet, succulent and juicy. He turned away from Krystyna and cupped Katarina’s face. “Come here,
drágám.
”

She refused. “Let’s go back to our house.”

Her voice, a sultry sound, affected him in a way that no other woman’s had since he’d left Hungary. Every conquest he’d ever been with paled in comparison to Katarina’s lovely voice.

Trotting behind the two women with his senses on overload, his body thrummed with nervous energy in anticipation of what was to come once he stepped through the threshold.

“We’re going to finally reunite.” Katarina’s voice held so much promise it pained him to think he would be so damn stupid as to leave them.

There was no way he could disappear if he made love to the two of them again.

Even so, he felt some unseen force tugging his body, urging him to follow behind Krystyna and Katarina so that they could continue giving mutual pleasure to each other.

Katarina’s grip on his wrist was tight.

So was Krystyna’s. “You’re not getting out of this.” Krystyna looked back at him with a devilish smile and heated desire dancing in her eyes.

“I don’t intend to.” He heard the words, they came from his mouth but he didn't recognize his own voice. Not with all the want in every syllable.

“Good,” Katarina nodded. “Because it’s been too many years.”

He didn't miss the tinge of anguish in her voice. “I’m sorry,” he whispered again, keeping step with the two women who dragged him.

“Don’t be sorry, just stay with us where you belong.” Krystyna turned to face him, her stern expression softening.

“I thought—”

“Don’t think.” Krystyna’s lips sealed over his mouth, capturing him. Her tongue darted over his lips before she nipped his lower lip.

Nicholaus leaned forward and bit her back.

Krystyna yipped and smiled wide. She looked at Katarina.

Katarina tugged harder on Nicholaus’ hands. “Come with us.”

The breathy whisper of Katarina's voice made Nicholaus shudder. Laughing at the double meaning, Nicholaus lifted a hand and cupped Katarina’s chin. Staring deep into her eyes, he realized then that he couldn’t refuse her a thing. He never had been able to, which was part of why he left Hungary.

Katarina took his hand and sucked on his fingers, sliding each one in and out of her warm mouth. “I want these inside me.”

He nodded and continued following both women back to their house. Once through the door, he was led past the ratty old furniture and cluttered kitchen into the bedroom, then shoved down onto the bed and flanked by both women.

Kisses burned both sides of his face, down his neck. Hands roamed over his chest, caressing his arms and running over his sides. Both women seemed to move as one, each mirroring the other.

Nicholaus shuddered into the mouth that bared teeth and scraped them down his collarbone. He lowered his head, arched into the lips, seizing the mouth with his. Thrusting his tongue between parted lips, he tasted Krystyna’s wet, inviting mouth.

Her hand cupped the back of his head, locking her mouth to his while she nibbled, nipped, and suckled his lips. Her free hand roamed down his chest, hot against his flesh.

Katarina found his earlobe, swirled her tongue around the sensitive skin.

He groaned, let another shudder rumble through him.

Krystyna bit his lip, her canines brushing against his chin before she moved down to his neck.

Hands fumbled with his pants. “Damn it, take these off.” Katarina’s fingers clawed at the top of his pants.

“Let me.” Krystyna broke from the kiss and leaned over his body, brushing his chest with her ample breasts. She reached for the button and popped it off, opening his pants. “There.” She licked her lips and helped Katarina slide the pants down his legs.

“Ooh, what have we here?” Krystyna brushed her knuckles over his shaft.

His cock bobbed up in response, twitching from the brief contact. Looking down his stomach, he watched Katarina's mouth open. “You’re both too dressed,” he growled. Reaching for a fistful of hair, he fisted Katarina’s red curls and tugged her upward.

She slithered up his body, stopping to kiss molten fire over his stomach.

Nicholaus arched his hips upwards, gripping Katarina’s hair tighter.

She took his hand from her head and brought it to her breast. “Squeeze this,
drága.
”

The round, firm flesh of her breasts fit his palm and made his mouth water at the prospect of suckling her to orgasm. Cupping her, he pinched her nipple into a tight bud and enjoyed the groan she let out.

Katarina arched her body into his, trailing her silken curls over exposed flesh now covered in goose bumps.

Krystyna nipped his bare hip.

Stomach tightening, Nicholaus hissed out a breath until Katarina’s lips sealed over his. She tasted sweet, spicy. Smelled wanton. Plump lips crushed against his. Tongues darted between wet lips until he captured her tongue and sucked on it.

Katarina ground her hips into his thigh, locking her legs around his.

Krystyna reached over and shoved Katarina’s skirt up, exposing pale skin. “I love these.” She bit Katarina’s hip.

Katarina cried into her kiss with Nicholaus.

He reached down, cupped Katarina’s ass and slapped it hard.

Glaring, Katarina moaned deeper, louder.

Nicholaus knew he’d been playing with fire, expected to get burned. Thought slipped from his mind.

Krystyna sat up and stripped off her top. Luscious, high, full breasts spilled outward, pink nipples swollen.

Reaching a hand out, he cupped a breast and gave her a gentle squeeze.

“I like it rougher than she does, remember?” A wicked smile crossed Krystyna’s face.

He nodded, mouth open.

“What else do you remember,
drágám?
” Katarina bent over, her red hair spilling over Nicholaus’ chest.

She drew one of his nipples into her mouth and sucked.

He hissed from the contact, arching his body into hers.

She held him down against the bed, using lupine strength to pin him there while her tongue swirled around his tight nipple.

He forced himself to relax, to enjoy the sensations of both women pleasing him. Letting out a long, deep breath through clenched teeth, he peered down the line of his body and over Katarina's head to see Krystyna sliding off the bed. “Where are you going?”

“You’re taking me to Heaven,
szeret.
”

He arched an eyebrow. “Oh, am I?”

She nodded. Stepping back from the bed, she stripped out of her skirt and stood before him. Darker in complexion than Katarina, she looked every bit as Hungarian as her counterpart. European facial features, gracious curves and slender yet muscular thighs always threatened to steal his breath and now were no exception.

Gracefully, she stepped forward and crawled back on the bed.

Katarina lifted her head from Nicholaus and faced Krystyna. “I’ve missed this,” she whispered.

He caught the sadness in Krystyna's eyes before lust clouded over the emotion. “I know. But it’s okay for now.”

Katarina frowned and then smiled again. “I know it will be,
szeretõm.
”

Nicholaus knew what those words meant. His heart had already become involved way too quickly.

The rational part of his mind screamed at him to stop this charade except all logic had disappeared the moment Krystyna bent over his thighs and brushed her luscious chest over his skin.

She sealed her lips around his cock, took him in one hand and formed a tight suction around him until she'd taken him all the way to the base. Then she dragged her lips slowly over him while her tongue swirled around the underside of his cock.