Through the Veil (4 page)

The next cabin came into view and he was happy to see that
it appeared empty. He quickened his stride, leaving Jamison behind as he tore
up the path and threw open the door. He turned and nodded at his brother. It
was empty. He left the door open and immediately began unfastening his pants.
He shoved them down his legs and stepped out of them before turning to open a
cabinet to search for the oil they would need.

The second one held what he was after and he already had it
in hand when his brother entered, Reggie still secure in his arms. He watched
Jamison kick the door shut behind him and moved toward the bed as his brother
did. Jamison eased Reggie down to her knees on the bed and stepped back.
Taggart couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was the most beautiful sight he’d
ever seen.

Her eyes met his and he moved closer, only stopping when his
knees hit the edge of the mattress. The tube of oil was still in his hands but
he still hadn’t managed to open it. Her eyes flared as they traveled his body
from head to toe and he felt his cock flex as her gaze seemed to linger there.
She met his eyes again and licked her lips. He groaned, easily reading her
desire to take him into her mouth and taste him on her tongue.

Before he could do anything she seemed to leap toward him.
Her hands and mouth were everywhere and he loved the feel of her sharp teeth
nipping at his flesh as she explored his chest and abs on her descent to his
aching cock. He had to force the hand still holding the oil to remain loose or
he would burst the tube in his grip. Goddess, the things her touch did to him.

She stilled and he glanced down to see her poised on her
hands and knees just in front of his cock, her mouth inches from his straining
flesh. It took a strength he didn’t realize he possessed to keep from thrusting
forward, taking her mouth and fucking it the way he would her ass. But somehow
he managed to find the restraint required, no matter how tempting her hot
breath was as it caressed his length.

She sighed. He watched her wet her lips with her tongue and
then in the next breath she was licking over the head of his cock. He moaned at
the touch and his hips moved slightly forward, butting the head against her
lips, seeking entrance into the wet heat he knew waited there.

She didn’t disappoint. She opened wide and sucked the head
of his cock, her lips tight around him as her tongue flicked in and out of the
tiny slit. He could feel a drop of his cum bursting forth and she moaned as she
took it on her tongue and jabbed eagerly for more.

One small hand wrapped around his shaft and stroked slowly
up and down as she continued to suck at the head. She was killing him. He
wanted to grab her hair and hold her in place while he fucked her mouth, riding
into the back of her throat as he came. But there would be time for that later.
He held tight to his control, his eyes hooded as his brother moved onto the bed
behind Reggie.

Slowly Taggart pulled from her mouth and hand, easing away
from her with a wince as she tightened her fingers, not wanting to release him.
He stepped back as his brother reclined back on the bed, shifting her attention
from him to Jamison. Taggart poured some oil into his palm and slowly caressed
his cock with it. As soon as Jamison had her in position he would join them. He
couldn’t wait to feel her ass grip his cock as he plunged into her tight hole
while his brother filled her cunt. Thank the goddess that she appeared as on
edge and eager as they were because Taggart had no doubt this first time would
be quick.

He opened his mind to his brother and Jamison did the same,
making it as if they were one person experiencing Reggie. She moved to straddle
Jamison and Taggart could almost feel her sharp little nails as she dug them
into his brother’s chest, the feel of her wet heat as she slid her pussy back
and forth across Jamison’s cock. Jamison met his eyes and Taggart grinned as he
moved to slide onto the bed behind them.

He knew the moment Jamison gripped her hips and thrust
inside her pussy, could feel the pleasure rippling between the bond they
shared. Her moan of pleasure echoed in the cabin and Taggart knew what it cost
Jamison to pull her forward instead of letting her ride his cock like she
seemed so eager to do.

Taggart didn’t need to hear his brother’s demand to
Hurry
up!
He was already moving into place behind her. One hand spread her back
cheeks and then he was using the hand still coated in oil to work her anus. He
rubbed over it, making sure it was coated before sinking that first finger
inside. She was loose and ready but the oil would make it even better for her.
It would continue what the bridal pool waters had started.

When he could easily fit three fingers inside her, when she
was pressing back into his touch with passionate cries falling from her lips,
he pulled his fingers free and placed his cock head there. He pressed hard,
feeling the resistance of her muscles finally give as he popped past that first
tight ring. With a groan he pressed deep until his balls rested on the curves
of her ass cheeks. He could feel his brother’s cock throbbing through the thin
membrane of skin that was all that separated them. It was sheer heaven and a
torture like he’d never known.

As one Taggart and Jamison fucked her, their cocks plunging
deep before pulling almost free only to return in another hard thrust. She was
keening and screaming between them. One hand was curved back and her fingers
dug into Taggart’s forearm where he held her hips with his hands. The other
hand was clenched into Jamison’s shoulder. Taggart would almost swear that he
heard a howl come from her as he felt her orgasm building.

She tightened like a vise on them and Taggart did howl as
his cock exploded, pumping his semen inside her ass. Jamison filled her pussy
with his seed and Reggie gripped them tighter than a fist as she screamed
through her orgasm. They held still, buried to the balls in her wet heat as
their bond was sealed. There would be no turning back now. The process would
begin and sometime in the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours Reggie would
begin her first transformation into a wolf.

As she collapsed between them, already on the edge of sleep,
Taggart sighed. He had a feeling they would be doing a lot of explaining while
they waited. He pulled free of her ass and jumped up to get a cloth to clean
her up. She cuddled against Jamison’s chest and he could read her contentment
in her thoughts. He also could tell that she still thought this was just a
dream.

He would go for a run while his brother rested with her. His
wolf was alive and howling with pleasure at finding a mate. He was looking
forward to her first shift to wolf form, wondering what color her pelt would
be, hoping it would be the rich black of her hair. He was eager to have her
experience the joy of running and his wolf was just as eager to claim hers once
she shifted.

Chapter Four

Reggie woke up slowly, her body aching in the most delicious
way. It felt like she had really lived her dream of having two gorgeous men
make love to her. She stretched and her hand came into contact with something
warm and hard and definitely male. She ran her fingers through the chest hair
and followed the path down to tight abdominal muscles before feeling the brush
of a hard cock. She let her fingers wrap around it and gave it a squeeze before
moving up and down the long length. She was still dreaming.

“I love waking up this way, Reggie,” a voice said beside her
and the name Jamison went through her head. “But if you keep that up I’m not
going to be able to stop from coming all over you.”

Her eyes fluttered open, a smile on her lips until her gaze
locked with the man beside her. With a cry she let go of him and jumped from
the bed, only to discover that she was naked. She wrenched the top blanket free
and wrapped it around herself as quickly as she could. What the hell was going
on? Where was she? Who was this guy? What the hell had they drugged her with?
Had they raped her?

“I take exception to that, Reggie,” the man—Jamison?—said
from the bed and he didn’t look happy. “Taggart and I would never stoop to
taking from a woman what is only hers to give. That you would even think such a
thing hurts.”

Was he reading her mind? How did he know what she was
thinking? And why did she suddenly feel very guilty for that last thought? Was
it the hurt in his eyes? Why would she care? And what was this feeling inside
her as if someone else were sharing her body?

Jamison sighed. “We really need to talk, Reggie. There are a
lot of things that you need to know and understand.” He patted the bed beside
him but she just lifted her eyebrow at him. No way was she getting back on that
bed with him. “It would help if you sat down and relaxed. I have a feeling that
most of what I say will be hard for you to believe. I promise that I will not
touch you unless you ask me to.”

She looked at him. He still sat on the bed, naked and
seeming not to care that his erection bobbed up for her to see. She groaned. It
would be nice if he could just cover himself so that she could concentrate and
stop salivating. It was as if she could remember what he’d felt like moving
inside her.

“You had but to ask,” he said with a smile as he pulled the
sheet up and over his lower body. His chest and abs were still visible and were
just as tempting to look at.

She had to force her legs to move back toward the bed and
she sat at the foot, opposite where he reclined on the other side. “How do you
know what I am thinking? Are you reading my mind?”

“Yes and no,” Jamison answered.
We have formed a bond
that allows us to share our thoughts with one another.

Okay, she heard the words but hadn’t seen his mouth move.
What the hell was going on?

“I don’t have to speak aloud,” Jamison said.
You can hear
me just fine without the need to speak.

“I’m not sure that I like that,” Reggie said. “Why can’t I
hear anything right now? Can you hear everything that I’m thinking?”

“Yes, I can,” Jamison said. “And it makes me wonder what
kind of life you had on the other side of the veil.”

“The veil?” Reggie shook her head. His answers were only leaving
her more confused. Where the hell was she?

“You are in White Valley,” Jamison informed her. “It is the
place that my people have always called home.”

“Where is White Valley?”

“It can only be reached from your home by crossing through
the veil,” Jamison told her.

The fog-like stuff that she had gone through?

“Yes, that was probably the way the veil would have appeared
to you,” Jamison nodded.

“Listen, I understand that you can read my thoughts,” Reggie
said. “But I find it really rude so please don’t reply unless I ask it out
loud.”

“As you wish.” He nodded.

“Why can’t I hear your thoughts the same way?” she asked. He
had said that there was no need for words between them but it didn’t seem like
she was hearing anything.

I can control what thoughts I desire to share with you.
He spoke in her head again. It was really disconcerting.
Eventually you will
learn to do the same.

“Did…? Was…?” She couldn’t figure out how to word her
question of what exactly had happened last night. Had she made love with two men?
If so then where was the other one? The name Taggart came to mind. Had she
really been so wanton as to sleep with two men, two strangers? Or had that part
been a dream?

“It was a dream come true,” Jamison murmured. “Taggart and I
formed a bond with you last night.”

Images flashed through her mind of the three of them
together. She touched her shoulders and realized that her flesh still bore the
marks of both men where they had bitten her. “You bit me,” she said.

“Yes,” Jamison nodded. “It is part of the bonding process.”

“What is this bonding process that you keep talking about?”

“In White Valley when a triad is formed, it is called a
bonding,” Jamison said, seeming to search for the right words to use with her.

“A triad?” she questioned. So it was normal for a woman to
be with two men in his home?

“Yes, it is what we all do,” Jamison nodded then seemed
chagrined that he had answered another question that she hadn’t spoken out
loud. “I don’t know how to explain this all to you without scaring you,” he said.
“Please promise me that you will sit and listen to everything that I tell you.”

He seemed so sincere and afraid that she might bolt. What
exactly did he have to tell her? Had she wandered from one cult to another?
When the hell had all the cults shown up?

“We are no cult,” Jamison answered angrily. “At least not in
the way that you envision it. I will not apologize for answering your thoughts
this time when they are virtually screaming to me.”

“Well, it is not exactly like I can control them,” she snapped
back.

“Nor can I control how I react to them,” he replied. “We are
not a cult. We are an old society that has chosen to stay in the place of our
birth and adhere to the way of life our ancestors walked.”

“And what way of life is that?” she asked.

He took a deep breath and looked at her as if he was
debating what to share with her next. “We have an ability that your people have
forgotten. A gift from the goddess to be embraced and loved.”

“What gift?” she wanted to know. “And how have my people
forgotten it?”

“Long ago there were people who left the valley in hopes of
finding what they desired on the other side of the veil,” Jamison said. “They
turned their backs on their people and their heritage, instead choosing a new
life where people judged one another by how much wealth they obtained.”

Yeah, that sounded like the world she lived in. Of course
they also judged on beauty and body. The better you looked the more you were
liked.