Nature of the Beasts (Spark of Magic), page 5
“Our differences work out well for us,” Dmitry whispered in her ear. Sarah’s hips rocked gently against his hands. “Dastan would take you here.” He slid two fingers into her pussy, and she gasped.
He pulled them out and gently smeared the cream coating his fingers around the tight entrance to her anus. Sarah trembled, wanting him to continue, yet at the same time not wanting him to. He pushed one finger into her ass. Every part of her body quivered as he gently added another, stretching the tight hole.
“And I would take you here,” he said in a deep, dark voice that made Sarah shiver.
Catching her by surprise, he thrust two fingers from his free hand into her pussy. She bit down on her lower lip to keep from shouting.
“Could you take both of us, Sarah?” Dmitry whispered.
He worked both sets of fingers inside her, stretching her, teasing her until she thought she might die. Her release came quick and strong. Her entire body shook with the intensity. With a squeal, she grabbed hold of Dmitry’s forearm and held on for dear life as the waves of her orgasm washed through her.
It felt incredible, wicked, right. Dmitry had given her a better orgasm with his hand than she’d ever gotten from anyone else. How sad was that?
At that moment, Dastan turned his gaze toward hers. It was that second she knew. Dastan had known all along she was there. With one final stroke of his hand, he came with her. Closing his eyes, he groaned. Cum spurted out and covered his stomach and hand. Sarah wet her lips, wanting to lick it away, wanting to taste him as he filled her mouth.
Her release slowly subsided, and as it did, realization dawned. Her face heated with shock and embarrassment. What had she allowed Dmitry to do? What had she allowed herself to do? Just because she fantasied about them didn’t mean she had to act on it. But she hadn’t acted on it. Dmitry had, and she’d let him.
The fact that it had felt more right than anything else in her life scared the hell out of her. Panic began to set in. Why did it feel right? Why did she feel this overwhelming, animalistic need to take them, to feel them inside her? She could feel lust taking over her, almost choking her in its intensity.
She couldn’t breathe.
She pushed Dmitry’s arm away, forcing his fingers out of her body.
“No,” she said as she rushed to get away from him, away from the need that threatened to strangle her.
“Sarah,” Dmitry called after her in a strained voice, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at him. She had to get away, to put some space between them.
DMITRY STOOD STONE still. He knew if he moved to go after her, he’d take her whether she said yes or not. Drawing in slow, steady breaths, he tried to calm himself. He lifted his hand, inhaling her warm, musky scent. God, how he wanted her. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman this much, especially one who wasn’t a shifter.
Dastan came into the room. Dmitry still couldn’t move. His balls hurt so bad he wanted to shout. He needed to find release; unfortunately, he doubted his hand would suffice. He wanted Sarah, especially now that he’d smelled her, felt her tight ass and pussy, felt the way her body responded to his touch.
“Dastan,” he growled.
“Run, Dmitry,” Dastan said.
Dmitry closed his eyes and dropped to all fours. As he did, he felt his body change, felt his paws hit the floor with a soft thud. He snorted once, then took off out of the house at a full run. He didn’t even go down the deck stairs; he just jumped over the railing and hit the hard ground before taking off into the woods.
DASTAN GLANCED UP the stairs wondering if he should go to her, see about her. He’d gotten some relief, and although he wasn’t as aroused as Dmitry, he still felt if Sarah were in front of him right now, he’d do something stupid.
He’d never taken a woman against her will, but if Sarah was… He sighed. If Sarah was there now, he’d take her without a second thought. That was how bad his desire for her was.
He ran his hand through his hair. It didn’t make any sense at all.
* * * *
Sarah sat up in bed, her arms wrapped around her knees, and waited for the sound of the truck pulling out of the driveway. She didn’t want to face them this morning. She couldn’t. Not yet.
The image of Dastan was still in her mind, so much so that her body was humming for more. Dmitry’s touch lingered on her skin and even inside her. Her release had been incredible, but it had only scratched the surface, only made the desire to have sex stronger. With their scents clinging to her, Dmitry’s touch still burning her skin, she wanted them now more so than last night. So much more.
How would she be able to be in the same room with them without touching them? For the first time since falling in love with the ranch, she actually contemplated going back home to the protected dimension.
* * * *
Dastan climbed from the truck and joined the other two ranch hands repairing the fence that ran along the main road. He’d brought extra tools and wood, just in case. The last thing he needed was to go back to the house right now.
He could still smell Sarah’s scent. The whole upstairs was filled with it. She smelled like a female shifter in heat, which was ridiculous. She wasn’t a shifter, so the smell had to be in his mind. But regardless of where it came from, if he hadn’t gotten out of the house this morning, he would’ve seduced her. In some ways, he wished he had.
His hand was a poor substitute for the warmth of her body. He had a feeling being inside her would be like heaven.
“You all right, Dastan?” George asked.
He glanced over at the older man and gave him a small smile. “Yeah. Just not sleeping well.”
“I can’t say as I blame you, especially after finding that woman.”
“Yeah,” Dastan said as he watched George hammer in a nail.
“Dastan.” Dmitry’s voice came over the walkie that Dastan kept clipped to his belt.
He pulled it free and hit the Talk button. “Where the hell are you?” he asked. He hadn’t seen Dmitry since last night.
“I need you to come back to the house.”
“Why? What’s up?”
George looked up at him with concern.
“Just get to the house, Dastan,” Dmitry growled.
Dastan raised an eyebrow. With a grin, he said to George, “I think somebody needs a good fuck.”
George chuckled and returned to nailing the board.
“I’ll be back shortly,” Dastan said as he headed to the truck.
All the way back, Dastan worried about what might’ve happened. Did Dmitry attack Sarah? In a shifter’s heightened state of arousal, sometimes better judgment lost out to instinct and need.
He hurried as quickly as he could through the field, then down the long gravel driveway. Once at the porch, he shut off the truck and rushed into the house. Sarah was in the kitchen. When she saw him round the corner into her domain, she screamed and dropped her steamy cup of coffee onto the floor.
“Oh my God! You scared the hell out of me!”
“I’m sorry. Are you okay?” he asked as he grabbed the kitchen towel and began to help her clean up the mess.
“I’m fine. What are you doing here?”
Dastan gave her a concerned look. “Dmitry called and wanted me here right away. Is he not here?”
Sarah shrugged. “Not that I’ve seen. Thank God,” she added under her breath.
Dastan bit back a grin.
“We have a problem,” Dmitry said as he rushed into the kitchen. “Sarah, you’re not to leave this house unless one of us is with you.”
Sarah stood and glared at Dmitry. “Excuse me?”
Dmitry glared right back with his hands on his hips. Obviously last night’s run had done nothing to soothe his friend’s lust. “The shifter is still here.”
“What?” Dastan asked as he stood and placed the towel back on the island.
“I ran across him last night in the woods. He was watching the damn house!”
Dastan raised an eyebrow.
“Are you sure it’s the same one as before?” Sarah asked.
“No. I’m not.” He looked at Dastan. “I do know he was from your pack.”
“I don’t have a pack, Dmitry.”
“Your former pack. He has your coloring.”
Dastan shrugged. “That doesn’t mean anything. There are several packs that have similar coloring. It doesn’t mean he’s from mine.”
“That’s true. But do all of the ones from your line have the white tips on the ears?”
Dastan frowned.
“I don’t understand,” Sarah murmured.
“We have the same sire,” Dastan mumbled. “I thought I was the only one left from that sire.”
“So you’re brothers?” Sarah asked with confusion.
“Sort of,” Dastan replied. “It means we were both bitten or created by the same man.”
“You weren’t born a shifter?” she asked.
“No. I was born a Persian prince. I was made into a shifter. Our sire created us to be great warriors. But after a while, I didn’t agree with where our sire planned to take us. I spoke my mind about my concerns, and I was nearly beaten to death because of it. I chose from then on to run alone.” He turned his attention back to Dmitry. “Did you catch him?”
Dmitry shook his head. “No. I almost had him a couple of times, but he used some sort of magic I’m not familiar with to cover his tracks.”
Dastan nodded.
“Why would he be watching the house?” Sarah whispered.
Dastan could tell by her flushed cheeks she was probably more concerned with what he might’ve seen them doing than anything else. Dastan didn’t care about that. All he cared about was Sarah’s safety.
“Maybe it’s nothing more than he recognized Dastan,” Dmitry offered. “I wanted you to know so you wouldn’t do anything stupid. Like go off alone.”
Sarah nodded and turned silently to pour another cup of coffee. She was worried, and truthfully, so was he. “Where did you see him?” Dastan asked.
“In the hills behind the house.”
“Stay with her. I’m going to go check some things out.”
DMITRY SAW SARAH turn and start to argue. With one firm look, Dmitry forced her to hold her tongue. Dastan left the house, and Dmitry wanted to growl in frustration at the almost frightened look that crossed Sarah’s face.
“You don’t have to stay here, Dmitry,” Sarah said as she lifted her cup, trying to hide the trembling of her fingers.
“I know I don’t.”
He couldn’t take his eyes off her, and she noticed. She backed up more firmly against the counter, and Dmitry wanted to slap himself for making her afraid of him. Or was it something else she was afraid of?
“Last night can’t happen again,” she said with more confidence than what showed in her eyes.
And there it was. What she was afraid of.
“Oh, I’m sure it will happen again,” Dmitry murmured. “My wanting you is like a force of nature. It can’t be stopped.”
“You shouldn’t have that with me. I’m not a shifter.”
“It is a quandary, isn’t it?” Dmitry said as he slowly moved closer. “How is it that I can smell when you’re aroused? That Dastan and I both want you with a need that’s almost overpowering.” He lifted his fingers to his nose. “I can still smell your cream. Your scent still lingers on my hand, and every time I inhale it, I want you even more.”
“Then stop,” she reasoned.
Dmitry grinned. “I don’t think it’s that simple.”
“It has to be that simple.”
Dmitry took the coffee cup from her hand. She released it without an argument or any form of resistance whatsoever. Instead, she watched him warily, like a doe that wanted to flee but couldn’t.
“Do I frighten you, Sarah?” Dmitry asked.
She shook her head, then changed her mind and nodded.
“I don’t want to frighten you,” Dmitry whispered as he brushed the back of his fingers along her cheek. “What about me scares you? Is it what I said last night?”
Sarah swallowed but didn’t say anything. He took her hand and placed it over his throbbing cock. Just that small touch through his jeans made his lust almost primal. “Is this what scares you?”
Sarah licked her lips but finally shook her head. Dmitry pushed her palm down along his length. He let out a low growl of approval at the feel of her hand against him.
“Have you ever been with two men at once?” Dmitry whispered.
“No,” she replied.
He leaned down and softly brushed his lips over hers, not wanting to scare her away. If she ran this time, he wasn’t sure he would be able to stop from chasing her.
Her lips parted, and her breath feathered over his lips like an angel’s touch. “We can take it as slow as you want.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this at all,” she argued, although weakly.
He rubbed her palm along his length again. “I think this proves otherwise. I bet you’re wet, aren’t you? Just as wet as last night?”
Sarah again swallowed and tried to pull her hand away, but Dmitry held tight and pressed her more firmly against him. He nibbled at her lower lip, and she whimpered. She curled her fingers around his girth through the fabric of his jeans, and he moaned in pleasure.
Her touch felt so good.
“It’s inevitable,” he murmured.
He licked his tongue over her upper lip, and Sarah shivered, then stiffened. Dmitry sensed she was about to run, but even then, he wasn’t able to stop her as she jerked free of his arms.
“We can’t do this,” she murmured as she rushed from the room.
“Sarah,” Dmitry growled as he took off after her.
* * * *
Dastan stood on the hill that overlooked the back of the house. There was a clear view of the deck but not much inside. Whoever had been up here could’ve definitely seen him, but he doubted they saw Sarah.
What the hell had he been doing up here? And more importantly, who the hell was he?
He stared down at the wolf tracks intermingled with those of a man. Dastan squatted and studied the tracks more closely. They looked the same as the ones around the woman’s body, although there was no way to know for certain. He just wished he knew what all this meant. What was the connection between this wolf and that woman? Had it been a coincidence? Or were they all in danger?
Sighing, Dastan glanced back down at the house. How could they better guard it without tipping their hand? Perhaps a protection spell was in order. Unfortunately, if their anonymous shifter could use magic, which he obviously had, then he’d been trained to pull from the magic that allowed him to shift just like he and Dmitry had been. If a person could perform magic, then they could sense it.
But there were some spells that couldn’t be sensed. To cast those would require a rudimentary knowledge of black magic. The only witch he knew who had knowledge of the forbidden black magic was Vincent.
“Damn,” Dastan growled.
There was no way to pull off a protection spell without possibly tipping their hand, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to do that just yet.
Chapter Seven
Sarah rushed up the stairs, Dmitry close behind her. Her heart beat so fast, she was convinced it would pop from her chest. It wasn’t that she was afraid of Dmitry. She wanted Dmitry. She wanted him so badly she could hardly breathe. That was what terrified her.
She could sense him behind her, feel his heat and his desire. Never in her life had she felt anything like that. Not with anyone. She struggled against a pull to both Dmitry and Dastan that made no sense at all.
Just as she reached her bedroom door and the sanctuary she hoped awaited her inside, Dmitry grasped her elbow and spun her around. She almost lost her balance and, with a squeal, grabbed Dmitry’s upper arms to steady herself.
In a move that both surprised and turned her on more, Dmitry shoved her against the wall next to the door. Her back hit the sheetrock and rattled the pictures closest to her. She gasped and looked up to meet his lust-filled eyes.
There would be no more running. She knew that now. There was no more denying the hunger that raced through her veins.
Dmitry braced one palm on the wall by her head and closed his eyes as though fighting something. Sarah took a moment as well to try to calm her raging lust; unfortunately, it didn’t work. She doubted it worked any better for him.
Her fingers flexed against the hard muscles of his arms, and she resisted the urge to move her hips out and grind against him. He was so close. It would be so easy.
She moved her fingers from his arms to the front of his shirt. Along the way she felt the muscles of his chest quivering beneath her fingers.
“Sarah,” Dmitry growled low in his throat.
A shiver worked its way up Sarah’s spine at the sound of her name spoken in such a sexy way. He sounded almost animalistic—raw and needy.
“What’s going on?” Sarah whispered as she balled her fingers in the fabric of his shirt just over his heart. “Why do I feel like this?”
She could feel his heart pounding and realized with shock that it matched the rhythm of her own. It was weird how they were both so in sync.
Dmitry drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “It’s what happens when a shifter meets their life mate.”
“But I feel this for both you and Dastan,” she murmured as her fingers blindly worked loose one of the buttons of his shirt.
She slipped her fingers inside and slid them along his hot skin. This wasn’t enough. She wanted to feel so much more of him. She wanted to feel him inside her. Dmitry’s hand let go of her elbow and moved to her ass. “I know,” he whispered as he used his hips to imprison her against the wall.
She moaned at the feel of his hips grinding into her lower stomach. Dmitry leaned down and bit softly at the side of her neck.
“I don’t understand.” She practically panted. “I’m not a shifter. How can I be your mate?”
Dmitry pulled away and tugged at the button of her jeans. Sarah was powerless to stop him. Instead, she reached down and began to help. “We’ll figure it out, Sarah. Right now, I can’t think about anything other than getting inside you.”
