His other hand came up, wrapping around her breast, milking. She felt that tingling sensation of release that she knew from her baby books was called “letdown,” and Dev groaned, sucking in earnest as her breasts began to leak.

  Jen pushed him back and stood, tugging off her shirt and bra, pushing down her jeans. She turned her back to the table and raised her arms. As Dev lifted her to the tabletop, she grabbed his hair and pulled him in for a deep, hungry kiss. His fingers found her pussy, dancing just inside the rim. She envisioned Jacob’s hot lips pressed to hers again, imagined his fingers sliding into her pussy. Her muscles clenched around Dev’s fingers, and she gasped, tightening her grip on his hair, pressing her rounded belly against the rigid cock trapped inside his shorts.

  He grabbed her hands and pulled them down, hanging on to them while his mouth traveled her jawline, nipped her neck. He planted tiny kisses across the curve of her breast, then nibbled the tip.

  Jen gasped, arching. Dev grinned. Drops of liquid squeezed from her nipple, dripping onto the curve of her belly, trickling down into her bush. Dev’s tongue traced the meandering route.

  Moaning, Jen spread her legs wide, gasping repeatedly, her clit tingling with each lap of his tongue. “Devlin,” she breathed.

  His mouth found her clit. He pinched it softly with his lips. “Oh, Goddess.” His tongue wriggled, gliding down. Jen waited breathlessly. “Oh, yes!” She dug her nails into the backs of his hands as his tongue slid inside her weeping slit. “Goddess, yes,” she sobbed.

  He freed his hands and pushed her legs wide, forcing his tongue deeper and deeper. Jen trembled, pussy clenching. “Dev, yes!”

  Sucking and slurping. Teeth nibbling her sensitive tissues. “Oh, Dev, Dev. Yes. Yes!” Jen’s hands clenched the edges of the table. She arched, screaming, hips bucking as she came.

  When it was over, she collapsed onto the tabletop, panting. Dev wrapped an arm around her, pulling her up into his embrace. “I love you, Jenny.”

  To her horror, she started crying. “I…I l-love you, t-too.”

  “Baby? What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. It’s stress.” But that wasn’t it, and no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn’t lie to him. “No. That’s not true. It’s…” But she couldn’t say it.

  He held her for a long time, letting her sob it out. Then he helped her gather her clothes and get dressed, and made her cuddle up with him on the couch. “It’s Jacob, isn’t it?”

  Jen nodded, not trusting herself to speak, for fear she’d start crying again.

  “Did he do something?”

  She took a deep, hitching breath. “Yes.” Then she shook her head. “No.”

  He flashed his devilish grin. “Um, could you be a little more ambiguous?”

  Jen chuckled in spite of herself. “I’m sorry.” Her anxious fingers twisted the hem of her top. “He kissed me. No, that’s not true. It was sort of…mutual. I mean, he did the actual touching of the lips to mine, but ‑‑” Tears threatened to drop again, making her voice thick and husky. “I…I think I wanted him to.”

  Dev sighed, closing his eyes. “I had a feeling.”

  “Oh, Dev.” Jen threw her arms around him, burying her face in his neck. “I love you. I love you and Damien both so much. I can’t live without you. I can’t. I don’t know what happened back there.”

  “Hey.” His hands closed on her upper arms, pushing her back a little. He captured her gaze with his bright blue eyes. “Hey. It’s not the end of the world. I promise.”

  Jen shook her head. “It is. How can you ever forgive me?”

  Dev sighed again. “Look.” He paused, staring into the distance while he gathered his thoughts. “You know weyr are way more aware of their bodies and other people’s bodies than a normal human. Even you, as a half-weyr, have that enhanced ability, but not quite like a full weyr.”

  She nodded, not sure where this was going.

  “Well, some of us have other kinds of enhanced awareness. You know how Damien and I are pretty opposite. Well, that’s common in most all weyr twins. You’ll have one that’s more dominant, more sensible, and one that’s a little flighty, maybe, a dreamer ‑‑ the ‘sensitive’ one. I guess that’s nature’s way of making it easier for us to live our lives together. It wouldn’t work if we both wanted to be in charge, or if neither could take charge. Each sort of complements the other.”

  Just like she’d been thinking the other day. She searched his eyes. His beautiful blue gaze was open, loving, without a hint of hurt or recrimination. She started to relax a little.

  He smiled. “That’s better.” He wrapped an arm around her and leaned back into the couch with her cheek nestled against his chest. “Anyway, the one that’s ‘sensitive,’ he usually has a bit of precognizance. Not like a true seer, but occasional premonitions. Of course, the strength and accuracy varies; some are more sensitive than others.”

  “Are you trying to say you knew I’d kiss him?”

  “Not that specific. No, I just had this feeling, from the moment we first sensed him on our land, that ‑‑” He sighed. “Damien doesn’t like it. Doesn’t want to hear it, but Jacob’s going to join our pack. He’s not leaving, Jen. I don’t know if he or Damien is going to end up being pack leader, but they will fight for it.” He tilted her chin up so that she could see him. “For you.”

  Jen gasped. “No.”

  “It has to happen. I feel it in my bones.”

  “No.” Jen pushed herself up, sat on the edge of the couch shaking her head. “No. I won’t let it.”

  “Jen.” He reached out, caressing her arm with the back of his hand. “It’s normal.” He sat up himself. “You know how your Uncle Frank and Uncle Fred have those big houses, with all that land, and how the properties abut one another, and how those three other couples have homes on the farm? You’ve seen how they’re all so close, always having dinner together, parties, sometimes spending the night at each other’s houses? That’s Frank’s pack. He’s the alpha, but the other ones, at least the ones in each couple that are weyr or half-weyr, are part of the pack, too.” He took a deep breath. “Damien and I suspected it wouldn’t be just the three of us forever; we just didn’t think anything would happen so soon, and it never occurred to either one of us that he might not end up being the alpha. Packs grow, love.” He blew out a frustrated breath. “Most weyr don’t go lone wolf like your mom, even the ones that marry humans. They choose their human carefully, and either tell them of their true nature, or bond with one whose own nature, even though they’re human, is a pack-oriented type of personality. I sure wish your mom would have explained all this to you.”

  “So do I.” She rubbed her arms, riddled with goose bumps. “Of course, you guys could have mentioned it.”

  Dev made a face. “I think we were trying to ignore the possibility. Keep you to ourselves for as long as possible.” He nuzzled her neck. “Can you blame us?”

  Jen pushed him away. “How can my uncles do that? Isn’t it risky to be so open about it?”

  Dev shrugged. “They’re not advertising the exact relationships. As far as outsiders are concerned, they probably just look like really good friends, rich folks that like to party. At most, people might suspect they swing. No one’s thinking weyr, though. I can tell you that.”

  “I guess not.” Jen tilted her head thoughtfully. “Probably your best protection is today’s human skepticism about anything paranormal.”

  He nodded.

  “So, I’m not totally horrible for…” She could hardly bring herself to say it, but Devlin deserved the truth, so she forced it out. “For wanting Jacob?”

  He shook his head. “It was unrealistic to think that we would never find others we’d want to add to the pack.” He nudged her shoulder. “But, like I said, we’re selfish, so we were kind of hoping to keep you to ourselves.”

  Jen rubbed her aching neck, right at the nape where tension gathered. “I can’t believe you’re okay with this.” She looked him in the eye. “Are you? Really?”

  He shrugged. “I’ve always known there would be others. I don’t get a lot of premonitions, but the ones I do experience are never wrong. Besides, I trust my instincts. Jacob’s a good guy, deep down. I feel it. My gut tells me he’s important somehow, not just to his son, but to us as well. In time, we’ll figure it all out, but meanwhile, Damien’s the one I’m worried about.”

  Jen shuddered. “Me, too.”

  “I can’t tell you what to do, baby. I don’t know if it would be better to give him some idea what you’re feeling now, so it won’t be such a shock later, or if it would be better to just wait and let things run their course.”

  Jen opened her eyes wide at a sudden thought. “Hey! This mean’s Jacob’s definitely going to be all right, if he’s joining our pack. Right? He’s not going to die. At least, not soon, not from the pining. And the baby’s going to be okay, too.”

  Dev held up both hands. “Whoa. Hold on there, little lady.” He’d done his John Wayne impression, but his expression was serious. “I don’t get hard and fast details, just general impressions. Unfortunately, I haven’t had any inkling what’s going to happen with the baby. I only know that Jacob will challenge Damien for alpha rights and that he’ll be joining our pack, but I don’t know who will win, or even if this is a strictly positive development. I think it is, but I don’t know.”

  Jen felt her expression sag.

  “Sorry, baby. I wish I could tell you more.”

  Jen shook her head. “That’s all right. We’ll figure it all out somehow.”

  Unfettered Longing

  Jen rolled over for the umpteenth time, struggling to find a comfortable position. Indian summer had struck unexpectedly that afternoon, driving the temperature into the high eighties. She hadn’t wanted to turn on the air conditioner, knowing the heat wouldn’t last more than a day or two, preferring instead to open all the windows and let the ceiling fans do their job, but now her nightgown clung to her sweat-damp body.

  She listened to Devlin’s quiet, rhythmic snores for a while. Glanced at the clock.

  Three in the morning.

  She eased herself out of the bed, waiting a moment to confirm she hadn’t disturbed Devlin. In the kitchen, she poured herself a glass of ice water and stood at the window, gazing out across the moonlit yard.

  Damien had called around nine to say his meeting with Marshall had run late. They were going to get some dinner, and he would spend the night at Marshall’s, then drive home in the morning. Jenny had been a little surprised, since he knew Jacob was here, but silently thanked the Goddess that she had a little more time to decide what to say to him.

  Thoughts of Jacob drew her eyes to the stable. The light was on; neither she nor Devlin had thought to go out there and turn it off. And Jacob couldn’t reach it.

  She drained the rest of her water and set the glass in the sink, then let herself quietly out onto the back porch. She padded barefoot down the steps and across the gravel. As softly as she could, she unfastened the padlocks.

  She hadn’t thought how hard it would be to remove the heavy wooden bars. Finally, she was able to jostle them over enough to allow them to clear the brackets on the right, but still gain enough support from the brackets on the left not to fall.

  She eased open the right-hand door, then slipped just inside and reached out to turn off the light.

  A small sound from beyond the gate startled her. She turned, eyes searching. She couldn’t see Jacob.

  She crept closer, peeking over the edge of the half-wall.

  He was asleep on his back, feet toward her, one arm flung over his eyes. He’d taken off Damien’s T-shirt, and the pale yellow sand they kept sprinkled on the packed earth streaked his tan chest. His skin gleamed, its sheen of sweat glimmering in the light.

  The jeans, as she’d noticed before, were too short, but Damien also carried more weight ‑‑ he wasn’t overweight, but broad and solid, whereas Jacob stretched wiry and lean ‑‑ so the pants were also loose in the waist and hips. They’d worked their way down, exposing a narrow line of dark curls that began just below his belly button and widened into a swath as they approached his crotch.

  She should look away…but she couldn’t. Her mind flashed on that quick glimpse she’d had of his cock earlier that afternoon, so long and thick. The skin so dark, the way she’d picture an Italian, rather than an Irishman. She licked her lips, her nipples tightening as she remembered that there was nothing between him and the fabric of his jeans.

  Silently, she lifted the gate latch and pulled it open just enough to admit her.

  She padded over to his side, looking down at him.

  Goddess, but he was beautiful.

  She knelt. The snap at his waist had come undone. Almost of their own volition, her fingers closed on the zipper tab. She tugged gently, holding her breath. The pewter-hued teeth parted with a quiet rasp.

  Jacob stirred slightly, his breath huffing out. She froze. He didn’t move again, and after several seconds, her heart started beating once more.

  She’d managed to pull the zipper all the way down. Warmth flushed her chest. She carefully tucked the tip of her index nail beneath the edge of the teeth, hardly believing she dared. She lifted the fabric just a little, desperately wanting to see.

  His hand closed on her wrist.

  Jen gasped, her gaze flying to his face. His dark brown eyes burned with desire. He tugged, guiding her hand beneath the flap, pressing her palm against his cock.

  “I ‑‑”

  He sat up, pressing a finger to her lips. Her breath caught. His dark eyes looked into hers as he guided her hand, stroking his shaft. His flesh burned beneath her palm.

  Jen opened her mouth, sucking the tip of the digit between her lips.

  Jacob groaned. He pressed his hips up, trapping his cock between her hand and his pelvis. Jenny curled her fingers around him, feeling him grow, harden. She sucked his finger deeper into her mouth, stroking it with her tongue as she ran her hand up and down his rigid length.

  He gasped. His finger jerked from her mouth, and he claimed her with his lips. His tongue tickled hers, darting and teasing. Jen moaned. With her free hand, she tugged his jeans down, releasing his cock.

  He drew his head back. “Jen ‑‑”

  She pressed her own finger to his lips. Settling on her hands and knees, she lowered her head, peppering his magnificent cock with kisses.

  Growling, Jacob wrapped one hand in her hair, pressing her into him as she sucked and nibbled, following the thick ridge running the length of his cock.

  His free hand slipped beneath her nightgown, stroking her buttocks. She moaned, covering his glistening, bruised-looking head with her hungry mouth. He squeezed a handful of cheek.

  She sucked his cock hard, taking him deep. He massaged her ass. One of his fingers brushed the rim of her anus. Her muscles spasmed, her cheeks meeting around him. Eagerly, she cupped his balls and lapped urgently at the tip of his cock.

  He drew in a sharp breath, wriggling his finger. Jen whimpered and wiggled, going down on him in earnest, taking as much of his feverish flesh into her mouth as she could manage.

  Instant ecstasy as his finger plunged abruptly into her anus. She whimpered again, catching him against the roof of her mouth, stroking the base of his cock with insistent fingers.

  Her body shivered with desire. Gasping, Jen moved, pushing him back slightly, straddling his legs.

  His arms were so long. Long enough that even as she lowered her dripping slit to his ripe cock, he kept his finger in her ass.

  Shuddering with pleasure, she closed her eyes as her pussy stretched to accommodate him.

  “Jen.”

  Her lids flew open.

  “Don’t close your eyes,” he whispered.

  She met his dark, haunted gaze, moaning. His free hand gripped her waist, pushing her down as he worked his cock deeper. His finger crooked in her ass, a sensation so delicious that she bit her bottom lip to trap an ecstatic shout.

  His tongue darted out, tracing the curve of her lips. She trembled, her pussy tightening around him. His eyes wouldn’t let her go. Dark chocolate pools, tugging her in, spinning her around and around. She grabbed his shoulders, pushing herself down, taking him deep.

  His heat filled her. His finger danced in her ass. She gasped, still staring into his eyes.

  “It’s up to you, Jenny,” he whispered, his hand tightening on her waist. “Do you want me?”

  Her body ached for release. She nodded frantically.

  “Say it,” he murmured against her lips.

  “Please,” she breathed.

  His finger vibrated in her anus. “Say it,” he growled.

  “I want you!” she cried. “Goddess, Jacob. Please! I want you!”

  He rocked his hips slowly and deliberately, thrusting deep, stretching her, filling her. “Call me Jake, love.” He stopped moving, and Jenny sobbed, looking into his dark eyes, seeing her own desperate desire mirrored there. “And you can’t just want me…”

  “Need you,” she whispered. “Please, Jake. I need you.” She tightened her grip on his shoulders, watched his eyes cloud with passion as he thrust into her more and more urgently.

  Her pussy and ass spasmed. Jacob gasped. He wrapped her waist with his arm, burying his face in her neck, his cock in her pussy.

  His finger slipped in and out of her ass in delicious, slow strokes, following the line of his cock through the intervening tissue. Jen arched, wrapping her hands in his hair, staring into his hungry eyes as she whispered, “Yes, yes, yes.”

  He grunted, burying himself fully, his finger twisting deep inside her. Jenny moaned, then gasped with pleasure as the ring at the base of his cock expanded, stretching her, trapping him inside her as she perched on the edge of a massive orgasm.

  Her pussy burned from the heat of him. His cock moved inside her, projecting and retracting the way only weyr cock could. She shuddered, tightening her grip on his hair.

  His mouth closed on her left breast through her gown.

  Her nipples throbbed, fluid soaking the front of the nightie.

 

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