Through the Veil (6 page)

“The first time was aided by the waters of the bridal pool,”
Jamison spoke from behind her. He must have moved around the bed while she was
wrapped up in Taggart. “The waters help to make a woman ready to mate with two
men, to ease her. You have no need of that now.”

“Your body knows our touch, craves it,” Taggart added, his
lips moving down to her shoulder where his tongue licked over the mark he’d
left when he bit her. “Your body knows and accepts what your mind can’t seem
to.”

She was panting with desire. At some point she had lost the
blanket and now her flesh was flush against Taggart’s. She loved the rub of his
hairy chest against her nipples, the way his hard muscles felt to her softer
flesh. Most of all she loved the touch of his mouth and the way his cock
brushed her stomach, leaving a wet trail. Taggart bit her again and she cried
out, more in pleasure than pain. She felt a need to do the same to him.

He pulled back, his tongue soothing the mark before his lips
pressed a kiss there. “Go ahead,” he urged. “Follow your instinct.”

She ran her lips over his shoulder and neck, letting her
teeth scrape his flesh. She trailed her mouth down to his chest and let her
teeth scrape over his nipples before moving to grip his right pectoral muscle
between her teeth and biting down. The small act was like an aphrodisiac
bursting under her skin. When she let go she pushed until he fell to his back
before her and she could slide on top of him.

He didn’t stop her as she moved her mouth over his chest and
down his taut stomach, nipping and sucking along the way.
Real, so real.
She took his cock in her hand and eased down until her mouth hovered just over
the glistening crown. Her tongue slid out to lick over the crest like a favored
treat and his taste exploded in her mouth, making her crazy for more.

She wrapped her lips around the mushroom head and sucked
greedily, her tongue flicking at the opening, seeking more of his taste. She
felt Taggart’s hands wrap in her hair, the caress of his fingers on her scalp.
She moved her mouth down along his shaft, letting her teeth scrape his flesh as
she took as much of him as she could. Still, it wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

“Reggie,” he moaned, “you’re killing me here.”

She loved the way he moaned her name, loved the power she
felt. This had to be real. He had to be real as did Jamison. Which meant that
she had a lot to learn and understand.

She felt hands at her legs positioning her so that she was
up on her knees, her legs on the outside of Taggart’s. Jamison. She groaned
around Taggart’s cock. Jamison was working two fingers into her dripping pussy
and it felt incredible. She could feel his lips moving over the small of her
back until he was nipping at her buttocks. His other hand spread her rear
cheeks and she felt his tongue jabbing against her anus. It was wrong and yet
felt so amazingly right.

“Nothing is wrong between mates,” Taggart spoke. “Everything
you desire is natural.”

Her only answer was to moan around his shaft and the
vibration seemed to make him very happy as he arched up into her mouth so that
his cock butted the back of her throat. At her slight gagging sound he immediately
pulled back until his cock popped free of her mouth.

“I’m sorry, Reggie,” he said. “You make me lose my mind.”

She couldn’t answer, could only moan again as Jamison
continued to work his fingers in and out of her and his tongue kept up the
steady jabbing at her anus. She was moving back into his touch, rocking on her
knees. She bent her head to nuzzle along the shaft of Taggart’s cock. If this
was a dream she never wanted to wake up.

“No dream,” Taggart said. “When you sleep we will be here
beside you. And when you wake up we will still be here. Loving you, caring for
you and making sure that you want for nothing.”

She lifted her head to look at him, wanting to believe and
yet still not able to process it all.

For now just feel, Reggie.
It was Jamison’s voice in
her head and she truly appreciated this new way of communicating as his mouth
stayed busy pleasuring her.

Husky chuckles filled her head and she smiled.

Come here.
Taggart held his hand out to her and as
she moved up his body she felt the loss of Jamison’s mouth and fingers.

Taggart helped her move up so that her pussy hovered over
his groin. He used one hand to hold his shaft steady while the other cradled
her hip, helping her lower onto him. The first thing she felt was the press of
his cock head as he began to push inside. She closed her eyes as her channel
pulsed and clenched around him. Inch by inch he filled her, keeping the pace
slow and steady and making her catch her breath until finally she knew she held
every inch of his length.

Her hands were fisted on his abdomen as they both just held
still, enjoying the feel of being joined in such an intimate way. This was
real. He was real. She had never felt so alive, so vibrant. Her mind flooded
with a million thoughts of things she would have to deal with, things she would
need to understand and accept. For now she was going to do just as Taggart and
Jamison suggested though, just feel.

Taggart’s hands gripped her hips and helped her as she began
to move up and down on his cock. It felt so amazing to have him inside her. Up
and down she moved, keeping her pace slow and easy as she rode him. Taggart
just held her, allowing her to set the rhythm. His hands went from stroking her
hips to gripping them and then back to rubbing them.

She leaned forward, changing the angle as she let her hands
brace on the mattress beside his shoulders. She kept working her hips on him
and his hands slipped down to cup the back of her thighs just beneath her
buttocks. She found his mouth with hers and the kiss they shared was long, wet
and deep. His tongue played erotically against hers in perfect simulation of
what was going on with their bodies. Her nipples were hard points of pleasure
where they rubbed against the hairy plane of his chest.

Their breathing changed, coming in pants and gasps as the
pace picked up, both of them moving faster as they sought the release of
orgasm. Mouths parted and she rose slightly, allowing his mouth to find and
suck a turgid nipple. Each pull of his mouth, scrape of his teeth seemed to pull
an imaginary string that tugged at her cunt, making it ripple and squeeze his
pumping cock. She could feel the rush of orgasm as it began to pull her in.

It seemed her entire body tightened, every muscle clenching
and holding tight as she reached the tip of the pinnacle. Then with a crash
that forced a cry from her lips she was falling down the other side,
free-falling into a cyclone of sheer pleasure. There was nothing to catch her,
no parachute to slow her fall. Instead she tumbled, flinging headfirst into a
whirlwind that left her breathless and sensitive to even the softest of
touches.

Taggart had joined her at some point and she could still
feel the heat of his release inside her. His strong hands stroked down her back
where she lay limp atop him. His touch was gentle, soothing and exactly what
she needed as she shuddered her way back. She was just letting her eyes drift
open when she felt another hand, another touch. Jamison.

Can you take more pleasure?
His question filled her
mind as he touched her ass, running his hands over her curves.

“Yes,” she answered aloud. She couldn’t—no, wouldn’t—deny
him the pleasure that she and Taggart had shared.

She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees over Taggart
and with his help moved to lie on her back beside him. Taggart came to his side
beside her and just smiled and watched as Jamison moved between her thighs.
Soft and slow but no less consuming. That was Jamison. His rock-hard cock slid
deep as he bent to brush his lips over her. His tongue teased and rubbed,
moving from the soft skin just behind her ear to lick across her jawline before
nibbling down the column of her neck. Then it was a hot trail back up to her
ear and nibbling kisses along her lobe before his tongue traced the sensitive
shell.

“Jamison,” she moaned and his husky chuckle brought goose
bumps as it washed over her wet skin. Her hands slid beneath his braced arms
and moved up his back to grip his shoulders, holding him close.

Was it possible to feel real emotion this soon? To feel the
beginning of love for not one but two men who were more than she’d ever known
existed? She had nothing to compare this to. She’d never really known love
before.

Jamison’s mouth moved back to her neck and he sucked at the
mark he’d left on her before. His pace quickened so that he rode hard and fast
between her thighs, his cock pumping deep into her pussy with every thrust. Her
nails buried in his flesh as she held on for the ride and her legs came up to
grip the sides of his thrusting hips, opening her wider.

She was panting, moaning and couldn’t believe that she was
climbing another orgasm so soon after the first one. She wouldn’t have thought
it possible. Her back arched from the bed, pressing her nipples into his chest
as her head dug into the mattress. No sound left her throat this time as she
flew the heights of release again but Jamison’s groan of pleasure echoed her
feelings.

She swore she felt the press of something inside her, as if
another presence was awakening within her and beginning to stretch. Her wolf?
Jamison and Taggart had told her that having gone through a final mating
process with them that her wolf would begin to form and grow inside her. They
had also said that she would shift as she had witnessed Taggart doing. All
exhaustion left her as her mind exploded with questions.

There were a million things she needed to know and
understand before anything else happened. And it didn’t feel like she had a lot
of time to get those answers.

Jamison slipped free of her body and moved toward what she
knew was the bathroom. She heard him turn on water and sighed at the thought of
feeling it wash over her skin. It seemed like days that she had swam in what
they called the bridal pool though she knew it was only hours.

“The water is running and ready for you,” Taggart whispered,
leaning to give her a soft kiss. “Jamison has it all set for you. Take your
time. We will talk when you are refreshed.”

Her legs were shaky as she stood and moved from the bed. It
was nice, the way they took care of her. She’d never really had that before.
She had always been the caretaker and liked this new feeling. It was definitely
something she could get used to.

Chapter Six

She stepped back into the bedroom to find both men sitting
on the bed, looking refreshed as well.

“We could hear your questions all the way out here,” Jamison
said with a smile.

“So if you’re ready we’ll do our best to give you the
answers that we can,” Taggart added.

Both men were still naked and she noticed how comfortable
they were as if it was a natural thing for them.

“What is more natural than your skin?” Taggart murmured.

“I guess I’m just not used to it,” Reggie said as she moved
to settle on the bed and to pull one of the covers up to tuck under her arms.

Jamison nodded and moved to grab his pants and toss Taggart
his. Taggart groused a bit but he put them on before moving back to the bed and
settling in next to her. Jamison took her other side, putting her firmly
between them.

“I figured it would be best if we spoke aloud for now as you
have voiced that you’re not so comfortable with our way of communicating,”
Jamison said. “And Taggart has agreed.”

Taggart nodded.

“I thought we would start by telling you of what we know of
the history of White Valley,” Jamison said, looking at her and only continuing
when she nodded. “The valley has always existed as far as we know. It has been
a home and shelter to our kind as well as the fae that reside here.”

“Fae?” she questioned. “As in faeries?”

“I don’t believe that they are as you are picturing in your
mind,” Taggart said. “I’m not sure what this Tinker Bell is but she is not as
the fae.”

Reggie blushed and laughed. So Tink was what she thought of
when talking about faeries.

“They are small, yes, but not tiny enough to fly around
you,” Taggart continued. “And the fae are the ones to control the magic that
keeps our valley hidden and secure from strangers or anyone who would do us
harm.”

“The Lady Serena is the queen of the faeries and she is the
one who has managed to open our border to a chosen few who may cross over,”
Jamison said.

“Like me?” Reggie asked.

“Like you,” he agreed. “I’m not sure how she does this or
how she picks but we were told that the queen was issuing a call and that you
would be arriving.”

“A song,” Reggie said. “I heard the most beautiful song and
followed it here. I felt as if I would be safe if I could just find where the
song was coming from.”

“And you will,” Taggart stated. “No harm shall befall you
now that we are together.”

She nodded. “What exactly does that mean? That we are
mated?”

“It means that we will love and protect you for the rest of
our lives,” Jamison vowed. “Only death can separate us. But even then the bond
we share is unbroken.”

“So no divorce, huh?” she jokingly said.

“What is divorce?” Taggart asked.

“It is when a man and woman decide that they shouldn’t be
together and separate.” She did her best to explain.

“There is no separation here,” Taggart said. “When you are
blessed by the goddess with a mate you do not question. Already I know that if
needed I would die for you. You are a woman to be treasured and cherished.
There is no questioning, only embracing.”

“Are women so easily discarded where you come from?” Jamison
asked softly.

“My father left my mother when I was but a child,” Reggie
admitted. “It is not uncommon for a woman to rear her children alone.”