Alaskan Sabears 1: No Contest [Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting] Page 10

  “We’re not truly sure, baby. All we know is that since our family has resided on this island, that’s the way it’s been. One woman to two or more men. We think that situation evolved because of the ratio of three males to one female.”

  “But what if I—” She waved her hand in front of her face trying to cool her skin down.

  “What if you what, love?”

  “What if I’m not enough? What if one of you finds another woman attractive and you want to be with her?” Celeste resisted the urge to rub over her aching heart. How could she feel jealous when she’d only known Hodge and Tarik for less than a week? How could she feel so much for them already? Why was she questioning this? Isn’t this what she’d always dreamed of? Why wasn’t she grabbing hold and not letting go?

  “That will never, ever, happen, Celeste,” Tarik replied. “There is only one mate for our kind. If you decided against mating with us, then there will never be anyone else.”

  “Never?” she whispered.

  “Never,” Hodge reiterated.

  “Why?” She met Tarik’s and then Hodge’s gazes before turning back to Tarik when he started speaking.

  “Because—”

  Celeste caught Hodge shaking his head from the corner of her eye causing Tarik to clam up, his lips sealing in a tight line.

  “Don’t you dare.” She pointed at Tarik and then glared at Hodge.

  “At least have the courtesy of answering my questions, no matter how bad you think the answer. How am I supposed to make an informed decision without knowing everything?”

  “She’s right.” Tarik swigged his beer.

  Hodge sighed and nodded before he started explaining. “If you…reject us, we can’t be with another female.”

  “Wait! What?”

  “What Hodge is trying to say is this. If you decided for one reason or another not to mate with us, we won’t ever be able to have sex with another woman.”

  “Why not?” she snapped. Just thinking about them touching and making love to another woman sent pain and anger surging through her body. The knot in her gut got bigger and bigger until she was having trouble breathing.

  “Celeste, are you okay?” Hodge asked.

  She shook her head. “Just answer the damn question!”

  Celeste knew she was being irrational but she couldn’t seem to help herself. The longer she was near them the more she wanted them. The heat flaming inside of her body was becoming too intense to bear, and she was getting angrier and angrier. That wasn’t her at all. She’d never let her emotions or urges rule her but she had no control whatsoever.

  “We would become ill if we ever tried touching another woman after meeting our mate,” Tarik explained. “It’s sort of like a human virus but it ends up consuming our human half until we’re nothing but pure wild animal.”

  “We would be a danger to everyone on this island,” Hodge said. “We’d need to be put down.”

  “That’s horrible.” Celeste covered her mouth and tears filled her eyes. She’d already made up her mind to mate with them. She didn’t want to spend the rest of her life wondering if they could have made a go of having a relationship. She was so attracted to them that being away from them was almost a tangible pain. She was drawn to them on a physical and an emotional level, and hearing about what would happen to them if she refused them, confirmed her decision, but she just needed to know one more thing before she said yes.

  “Would you both have to…take me at the same time?”

  “No, baby,” Tarik answered.

  She sighed with relief. It didn’t matter that the mating heat was consuming her, filling her with lust and need for their touch, for them to make love with her. She was a virgin and still nervous as hell.

  “That doesn’t mean we won’t in the future,” Hodge said in a hoarse voice. “As long as you’re willing.”

  And just like that, the heat flamed higher.

  Celeste nodded her agreement but when neither man moved she wondered why. When she glanced at each of them they looked as if they were living statues. Tarik and Hodge were so tense their biceps were bulging and she could see the veins just beneath the surface of their skin. If it hadn’t been for the continual rise and fall of their chests, she would have thought they were made of stone. That was until Tarik curled his hands into fists, making his knuckles pop.

  She glanced at Hodge when he finally moved, placing his feet on the floor and then slowly standing. Without saying a word to her he offered her his hand.

  Celeste knew that the moment she put her hand in his, her life would forever change.

  She reached out and clasped his hand.

  Hodge helped her off the stool and backed toward the kitchen entrance taking her with him. Heat seared into her lower back when Tarik placed his hand there. She thought she’d been on fire before, but that had been inconsequential to what she was feeling now that they both touched her.

  Her legs felt shaky as she took each step and she hoped they would continue to hold her weight, but then she stumbled.

  Tarik’s arm snagged around her waist and he lifted her from her feet until she was cradled up against his chest. She moaned with need and pain. Her skin was so sensitive it hurt but Tarik’s touch also helped ease that sensitivity.

  Celeste wasn’t sure if she’d closed her eyes or was just too lost in the foggy haze of lust to notice things, because the next time she became aware of where she was, she was in her bedroom. Tarik eased her feet to the floor and after making sure she wasn’t about to topple on her ass, released her and stepped back. She glanced to the side and found Hodge watching her with a blazing, hungry gaze. His normal brown eyes were glowing and had changed to a light amber shade.

  She shifted until she could see Tarik, as well. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw his green eyes were lit up from behind with that ethereal glow. The itchy ant-crawling sensation on her skin got worse until her clothing felt as if it was abrading her skin. Celeste tugged at her top trying to ease the pain.

  “Let me help you, baby.” Tarik gripped the hem of her long-sleeved shirt and tugged it up over her head. “So damn beautiful.”

  She looked down at her chest and realized that her normally lightly tanned skin was flushed red. Her breasts looked bigger than normal and were nearly spilling out over the edge of her bra.

  “Let me help, too, love,” Hodge said, as he moved behind her. He reached around with both arms and tugged at the button on her jeans and then lowered the zipper. When he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and shoved them over her hips, she held her breath.

  “Fuck me!” Tarik growled.

  “You should see the view from here,” Hodge said hoarsely.

  Tarik kneeled at her feet, grabbed one of her hands and placed it on his shoulder. When he tapped her left leg, she braced her weight on him and then lifted her leg. He removed first one fur-lined boot and then the other before tugging her jeans off over her feet. He remained on his knees as he eyed her body up and down. His chest rose and fell quickly as his breathing escalated. “She’s wet. Her panties are damp.”

  “Oh god,” she gasped with embarrassment.

  “Don’t ever be ashamed of wanting us, love. We can’t hide the way we want you.” Hodge pressed his front to her back and she moaned when she felt the hard ridge of his dick up against the middle of her back. He and Tarik were so damn tall she felt like a little kid when she was standing so close to them. Their size differences made her wonder if they’d have difficulty making love to her, but then another nerve-wracking thought crossed her mind. Since they were big men all over, did that mean their hard cocks were just as big? Hodge’s certainly was. She shivered with nervousness and cream gushed from her cunt.

  “Oh fuck, yeah, baby.” Tarik rose quickly, cupped her face and slammed his mouth over hers.

  She gasped and groaned, kissing him back as rapaciously as he was kissing her. The heat was burning her alive from the inside out and if they didn’t do something soon, she
may just end up being burnt to a crisp.

  Hodge brushed the loose tendrils of hair that had escaped her braid aside and then started kissing and licking up and down her neck. She moaned and reached back until she was clutching at his hip. He nipped her ear and growled as his hands moved to her waist, caressing up and down her sides. When he stopped at the outside of her breasts, her breath hitched in her throat as she mentally urged him to touch her.

  And then he did.

  His fingers flicked at the front clasp of her bra and he cupped her breasts, weighing them in his palm, before kneading them. Tarik eased the kiss back until he was sipping at her lips and then smoothed a hand down over her stomach toward her mound.

  Celeste whimpered with frustration when he paused at the edge of her panties and couldn’t stop herself from arching her hips, begging for his touch. Tarik released her lips, locked gazes with her, hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties, and tugged. She shook and shivered as her panties ripped, the remnants fluttering to the floor.

  Hodge skimmed his hands over her shoulders, pushing the straps of her bra down her arms and off.

  “Get on the bed, baby. Now!”

  Normally she would have griped at being told what to do, but when she met Tarik’s gaze she could see he was hanging on by a thread. Celeste turned, her hands coming up reflexively when she would have bumped into Hodge. He perused her body up and down, stopping at her breasts and staring at her hairless mound. He licked his lips and made a groaning growling sound in the back of his throat. Without saying a word, he clasped her wrists and lowered her arms to her sides and then pointed at the bed.

  Celeste placed her knee on the end of the bed and crawled up the mattress. Tarik and Hodge stopped breathing, their shallow panting breaths no longer echoing in the room. She stopped mid crawl and looked back over her shoulder to find both men’s eyes riveted to her ass. They lifted their gazes to her and then started ripping their clothes off. Literally.

  She rolled onto her back, a stack of pillows behind her head and watched the show.

  Chapter Eleven

  With each piece of clothing they discarded, the ache in her womb and pussy grew stronger. She was so wet, juices were coating the inside of her thighs.

  Tarik stood straight and tall as he dropped the last piece of clothing to the floor. He was so big and handsome and sexy. He was at least a foot taller than her five-foot-seven, and nearly as twice as wide. His pectoral muscles flexed each time he moved and there was a triangle of dark hair between them. Not too much, nor too sparse. As far as Celeste was concerned, he was absolutely perfect. She wanted to run her fingers through that hair to see if it felt soft or course. His wide shoulders and chest tapered down to a slimmer torso and defined washboard abs. Her gaze locked onto his cock. It was shorter than Hodge’s but looked to be thicker in circumference. The hair at his groin was trimmed short and his large testicles hung heavily in their sac. His thighs were brawny and strong with a light dusting of dark hair and his calf muscles bulged with strength, too.

  Her gaze moved to Hodge. He was a couple of inches shorter than Tarik but still damned tall at around six-foot-five. His brown hair was just shy of collar length and his shoulders were nearly as broad as his friends. He had a light smattering of sandy-colored hair between his brawny pectorals and his biceps bulged in his arms. Each muscular ridge in his torso and stomach was delineated and she counted a total of eight. He had an eight pack.

  His cock was so long it was level with his navel and a little thinner than Tarik’s. His legs weren’t quite as strapping either but they were no less impressive and she had a feeling he was just as strong.

  Tarik was the first to move. How long she’d been lying there staring at them she didn’t know. As soon as Tarik was close enough for her to smell his clean, musky, male scent, she began to tremble again.

  Celeste wanted to spread her arms and legs wide and beg them to take her, but she couldn’t get the words out around her thick tongue, or make herself move. She felt as if she was surrounded by a foggy haze but that haze had nothing to do with the weather. It was all about her hunger for Tarik and Hodge.

  * * * *

  Tarik took the opportunity to try and calm his raging hunger while giving Celeste a chance to look at his body. Her eyes and face were so expressive and he had no doubt that once he knew her a little better, he’d be able to read her every emotion. However, he didn’t need to be a mind reader to see the hunger in her light blue eyes. When he was sure he wouldn’t jump on her, he moved toward the bed and got up onto the mattress.

  Hodge got up on her right while he sat on his haunches near her knees. She huffed out a noisy breath and then gasped when he started caressing up and down her legs. Hodge rested on his side beside her, his weight braced on an elbow and then he leaned over and took her mouth hungrily. Celeste groaned as she combed her fingers into Hodge’s hair and held his head to hers.

  Tarik inserted a hand between her knees and nudged her legs apart. He inhaled the sweet aroma of her creamy desire when she parted her thighs for him. He lifted first one leg and then the other over until he was between them and smoothed his hands up and down the inside of her thighs. His bronzed hands were so much darker than her lighter colored skin but he loved how they contrasted.

  When Celeste cried out, he glanced up to find that Hodge was sucking one of her nipples. The scent of her desire got stronger still. He lowered his gaze to her bare pussy and moaned when he saw the glistening beads of creamy dew dotting her skin.

  Tarik couldn’t wait another moment. He needed to taste her. Right now!

  Bracing his hands on either side of her hips, he shimmied down the bed until he was on his belly, his legs hanging over the edge of the mattress and slowly lowered his head toward her cunt. After taking another sniff of her sweet, musky fragrance, Tarik took a long slow lick.

  Celeste gasped and bowed her hips up toward him. He glanced up her body, meeting her gaze briefly, just before Hodge swapped to her other nipple and took another lick. She tasted so damn delicious, Tarik could have spent hour upon hour feasting on her honeyed juices. Tarik’s cock was leaking pre-cum and throbbing so badly, it felt almost as if he had a toothache, and the heat simmering in his blood was getting progressively worse.

  Tarik pried open her labia and laved her clit with his tongue. She groaned and writhed beneath him. He hooked his arms beneath her knees and lifted them from the bed opening her thighs farther. And then he started eating her out.

  He dipped his tongue into her pussy and groaned as her honey coated his tongue. He drank it down and then lapped back up to her clit. As he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves, he reached farther around her leg and penetrated her with the tip of his finger. She was so hot, wet, and tight, and he couldn’t wait to get his cock buried inside of her until he was balls deep.

  Once he had his finger into her as far as it could go, he began to gently thrust it in and out of her pussy. She groaned and gasped, her legs twitching and trembling in his hold. Tarik pressed another digit in and when her internal muscles stopped clenching around him, he began to pump them in and out. In and out, spreading his digits every now and then to stretch her muscles.

  “Oh. Tarik?”

  “What’s wrong, love?” Hodge asked after releasing her nipple.

  “I need…I want…” she panted.

  When Tarik felt her cunt ripple around his fingers, he couldn’t wait anymore. He withdrew them from her pussy, sat up between her thighs, clasped the base of his hard cock, and aligned it with her entrance.

  “You want my cock, baby?” he panted. “Do you want to feel my cock sliding in and out of your pussy?”

  “Yes!” she moaned, and then demanded, “now!”

  Tarik didn’t need to be asked twice. He rubbed the head of his dick through her juices and then started to press in. She panted and puffed as his head spread her delicate tissues and then gulped when he penetrated her. Tarik squeezed his eyes shut and tried to re
gulate his breathing along with his control so he wouldn’t hurt her, but he was done for when she arched her hips up toward his.

  He growled and then began to stroke in deeper. Sweat sheened his skin and dripped down the sides of his face as he slowly but surely worked his hard, thick cock into her cunt. She was so fucking tight, squeezing him tighter than he would himself, with his own fist whenever he masturbated.

  He clenched his jaw and prayed to anyone who would listen that he didn’t shoot off before his mate, or totally lose control and plunge into her causing her pain. His balls felt as if they were as hard as stone and the mating heat, as well as the heat of her pussy, was singeing the few inches he had inside her. Rocking slowly back and forth, sliding in and out of her wet heat, helped loosen her internal muscles, but when the head of his cock pressed against a barrier he froze.

  “Celeste,” he breathed her name with awe. She’d never been with another man, never had some assholes cock buried in her sexy, tight, wet cunt. Never conceded to have another man touch her body. How was that even possible? She was a supermodel, one of the most beautiful women in the world. One who’d no doubt worked with hordes of men who would have tried to get into her pants. None of them had.

  His heart surged with warmth, love, exhilaration, and fierce possessiveness. She was his and Hodge’s mate. No other man had touched her and no other man ever would.

  * * * *

  Celeste was trying to remain still as Tarik eased his big, thick cock into her wet pussy. When the broad head of his dick had first entered her, the stretching burning pain had almost been too much to handle. However, once the crown was inside of her, the pain had eased. Even she could feel how tight she was because it felt as if he was having trouble getting his erect penis inside of her, but each time he pushed in a little more her body got used to the intrusion.

  When he breathed her name with what sounded like reverence, she thought that something was wrong, but when she met his glowing green eyes and saw the emotion in them, the epiphany hit. She must still have a hymen or part of one and he’d felt it.