Chapter Nine
Samiyah arrived at Wilhem’s apartment promptly at six. She didn’t want to delay the inevitable. After her conversation with Christoph, she didn’t suspect she’d ever see him again.
She’d never apologize for using a spell to liven up their party. Humans lived such uptight existences, to allow them to let go of their inhibitions gave her pleasure as well. Their thanks and happiness was all she ever wanted. Nevertheless, she hadn’t meant to inadvertently make Christoph question what he felt for her. She’d never trick him, yet in a small way she had.
When she went to see him, she thought if she could explain what she’d done to liven everyone up, he’d accept her apology and they’d move on. Together. However, he only seemed to become angrier. Had he thought she’d done it on purpose? To cause the brothers to fight with one another?
Wilhem at least spoke with her, tried to reassure her she hadn’t done anything wrong, but it still left her wondering if she could ever repair the damage done. Samiyah knocked on the door and waited. She supposed she’d find out in a moment when Wilhem answered the door.
“Coming!” That wasn’t Wilhem.
Samiyah took a step back from the door and braced herself for an onslaught of rage. Did Christoph know she’d be there?
“Samiyah,” he said opening the door. “Come on in.”
She blinked. Glanced around him into the spacious layout the back at him. “Are you sure?”
He dropped his head forward. “I should apologize. Please come in.”
She stepped inside, still a little weary of him being there. Wilhem hadn’t called to tell her what happened during his little impromptu meeting with Christoph. Had the man had a change of heart? “Thank you, where is Wilhem?”
“Getting everything ready,” he answered. “Please, make yourself at home. Can I get you anything to drink, goddess?” The corner of his mouth kicked up in a wicked smirk.
“Water is fine. Thank you.” She tracked him as he entered the kitchen then returned a few moments later carrying a bottle of water. “How did the meeting go?”
Christoph sat beside her. “As well as expected.” He placed his hand on hers. “I am sorry. I shouldn’t have been so ugly to you. I…well, if you ask Wilhem, he’ll tell you I had my head in my ass.”
Pretty accurate assessment. “I am glad you’re doing better.”
“He made me realize we share everything. It was bound to happen. We’re supposed to have the same mate, and to be honest with you, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the kiss we shared.” He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers. “I hope you can accept my apology and accept the fact I can be an ass sometimes.”
“I—”
“You’re here,” Wilhem said, entering the room. “I should have called you back.” He strode straight to her. The powerful, graceful glide of his frame had a niggle of arousal blooming within her. He placed his hand behind her on the couch, then bent his head to kiss her.
Her mind spun.
Wilhem’s tongue glided over hers, coaxing her to take from him. When she did, he rewarded her with a deep, masculine groan. His hand fisted in her hair, holding her to him. He commanded the kiss. Sipped and nibbled on her bottom lip before pulling away to smile down at her. “Hi.”
“Hi,” she replied, feeling the heat fill her cheeks.
“How could I have ever walked away from this?” Christoph scooted closer to them.
“I don’t know, brother. I have been asking myself the same thing since I found out about your little plan.” Wilhem winked at her.
“You were going to leave?” She couldn’t believe he’d just take off.
Christoph gave her a sheepish look. “What can I say? I thought I was doing what I should to ensure Wilhem had the best mating possible.”
“What changed?” If they meant to reassure her by kissing her, they were failing. All she heard so far was an apology and Christoph was leaving. Nothing had changed.
“Wilhem reminded me we were twins and we were meant to mate you,” Christoph replied. “We come with tons of baggage. I thought he’d want me to finally step aside, and all the while he didn’t care. He wanted me to be happy, too.”
“So…”
“I think brother,” Wilhem said, with a hint of humor, “you broke her.”
“Then perhaps we should fix her?” Christoph took her hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I am so sorry, Samiyah. I am so sorry I treated you horribly. So sorry I was a stubborn ass who couldn’t accept the truth. Can you forgive me?”
Stumped, she sat there for a moment, staring at two of the most handsome men she’d had the pleasure of meeting. The only difference between them was the color of their eyes. Wilhem’s were blue and Christoph’s were light-green. “You are okay with the mating then?”
She hated sounding so unsure of herself. As the goddess of fertility, she should be superior to these two shifters, yet they had the ability to steal all of courage and self-assuredness. Plus, what if something happened later on, would he be so quick to walk away? No, she had to make sure Christoph wanted to be there for them, not just because he’d been guilted into it.
“I will prove it to you every day if I have to, Sam. I promise I am here for you, always and forever,” Christoph whispered. “Don’t give up on me.”
“I won’t.” Some of the doubt lifted from her.
“Thank the goddess.” He winked, pulling her into his arms. “I’ve wanted to do this since I kissed you at the party.”
“Wait, you kissed her at the party?” Wilhem joined them, laying her legs across his.
“I did. I couldn’t help it. The pull to her overwhelmed me.” Christoph kissed her again. “I wanted more too.” The time for talking appeared to be over. “So much more.” His hand splayed across her stomach.
“Christoph,” she murmured as he nipped at her neck. The hard press of his erection against her hip sent a thrill through her.
“Give us one night to prove to you what you mean to us,” he declared. “I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
She bit her bottom lip. Give them the chance to pleasure her, but run the risk of her mate running off. Wilhem ran his hand up her thigh, while waiting for her decision. If she thought either of them would help her, she’d been grossly mistaken. “Promise?”
“Promise,” Christoph answered.
“Promise,” Wilhem added.
“Yes.”
Christoph gathered her in his arms before standing. His lips were on hers, devouring her as he carried her to the bedroom across from Wilhem’s living room. The spacious area had a view of the ocean along with a wall of windows. The bed dominated the room.
He laid her in the middle of it, and proceeded to undress himself while Wilhem sat beside her. He worked open the buttons on her silk blouse, then brushed the sides away, to expose her breasts to his gaze. When Christoph joined them, he wore only his boxers. The thin material worked hard to contain the erection pressing against the barrier.
“These are beautiful.” Wilhem ran the back of his hand over the swell of her breasts. The contrast of his sun-kissed compared to the hue of hers, turned her on.
“Perfect,” Christoph added. “But, I want to see all of you.” He flicked open the front closure of her bra and pushed away the scraps of fabric covering her. “Fuck, yes.”
She gasped, arching to him when his mouth covered her nipple. He groaned, settling in to tease and nip at the hard point while his brother continued to undress her. He pulled the heels she’d worn off of her feet then proceeded to massage her instep. Samiyah groaned, shuddering under both men’s ministrations. Christoph switched to her other breast and gave the neglected peak the same attention he showered the other with.
She ran her hand through his hair, holding him to her as Wilhem worked the knots out of her calve muscles. They worked together in tandem, keeping her guessing what they’d do next. Not as though she minded, she luxuriated in their attention, sinking into the warmth of their mouths and hands.
Christoph worked his way lower, while Wilhem eased his way up her body. They both drew her wool skirt from her hips, then removed it. Wilhem gave a growl of approval as his brother traced the line of her garter belt. He teased the sensitive flesh of her thigh.
“Leave these on,” he snarled. “They’re fucking hot.” He nudged her legs apart as the weight of Wilhem’s body left the bed.
Samiyah closed her eyes, cried out when Christoph’s mouth covered her aching sex. He lapped at her panty covered slit making soft chuffing noises at the back of his throat. The vibrations went straight to her clit. She held him in place as he settled between her thighs and pushed the scrap of material aside.
Her back came off the bed when he licked her slit, then circled her hard clit. The naughtiness of seeing him finger her while she’d been partially dressed made her insides flutter. She writhed below him, raising her hips in silent pleading. She wanted him to take full advantage of her. She wanted to ride his face until she climaxed hard.
“Oh my,” she muttered.
“Indeed,” Wilhem agreed as he climbed back up onto the bed completely naked.
Dressed, he’d been a spectacular specimen of the male variety, but naked…he took her breath away. His cock curled up toward his navel, and a pearly dot formed at his tip. The thick length bobbed as she continued to devour him with her gaze. She took in every muscle. Every scar. This man was built to be an alpha. He oozed power and sex appeal.
“Can’t have my little brother having all the fun.” He palmed her breast, squeezing the firm flesh, before running his thumb over her nipple. “So responsive.” With his gaze locked with hers, he lapped at the hard point.
The sight before her hypnotized her. Never had she been worshipped in this form or fashion. The men took turns, building the pleasure within her. Then, they’d back off and begin again. Christoph slid his hips across the bed and groaned. Tormenting her had caused them as much pain and aching need, she realized.
“Do it, Wilhem,” his brother muttered. “Claim her.”
“Together,” he groaned, removing his fingers from her pussy. “She’s so damn tight.” He ensnared her with his gaze as he licked his fingers clean. “Do want us both, goddess?”
Samiyah nodded, completely blissed out. “Yes, please.”
“Don’t have tell me twice,” Christoph grunted, pulling his boxers off.
She reached out to him, taking his length in hand. He jerked and groaned, flexing his hips in her hold. Her strokes were at a leisurely pace. A soft yowl of pleasure fell from his lips as his head fell back on his shoulders and his body sagged. His balls were two firm globes tight to his body while precum dribbled from his tip.
“Don’t stop,” Wilhem whispered in her ear as he ripped her panties from her body. “Keep touching him.”
A shiver of pleasure slid down her spine. “You are a devilish man.”
He chuckled in her ear. “You have no idea,” he replied, positioning himself between her legs. He opened her to his perusal. The way his blue eyes darkened with intent had her heart skipping a beat and her hand stuttering while she pumped his brother’s cock.
Wilhem filled her slowly, canting his hips so his entry touched every inch of her. His soft moans rumbled against her chest, adding to the eroticism of the scene. She rolled her hips counterpoint to his, enjoying the friction created between the two of them.
He muttered her name against the shell of her ear as he thrust into her. His pace was smooth, not so fast it would be over before they began, but enough to increase the building need inside of her. He glanced down at their bodies and groaned. “So fucking hot.” He smirked, slamming into her twice, before slowing down again.
She arched to him, trying to assimilate the sensations wracking her body. “Wilhem,” she cried.
“I’ve got you,” he replied. “Are you ready for Christoph? I bet he’s ready to blow.”
His brother chuckled then groaned. “Fuck, more than ready. Watching both of you is… unbelievably sensual.” He removed Samiyah’s hand and opened the opened the bedside table. “Are you sure, because this is about to get wild.”
She nodded. “Yes.” She had to prove to both of them she’d been given to them as a prize. As much as they were hers, she was theirs.
Wilhem flipped their position so she sat astride. She rolled her hips taking the opportunity to tease the man who’d been doing a damn fine job of teasing her. She rocked and swiveled her body, making sure to take full advantage of his prone body. When she leaned forward to lap at his nipples, Christoph joined them. The cool glide of lube at her rear gave her pause. This was it.
“We’ve got you.” Wilhem fisted her hair and kissed her, as his brother began to prep her.
Christoph’s finger glided over her rear, rubbing it at first then drawing small circles. He breached her with just the tip, fucking her to match the sway of her body over Wilhem. She grew bolder the more he allowed her to dictate how quick he entered her. She pushed back at him and his finger slid into her. The bite of pain only added to the pleasure building within her.
Slow and steady he opened her up, until she was sobbing, demanding he do it. Finish it. She rippled around Wilhem and he growled, clasping her hips in his hands to hold her steady. His breath came in heaving pants, while his gaze turned wild unhinged. He curled his lip at her and she saw his teeth lengthen. He was holding on by a thread. Another thrill shot through her and she clamped down on him, unable to stop the way she responded to him—not that she would either.
Christoph shifted behind her, and when she felt his tip press against her hole, she clawed at Wilhem. Her eyes went wide as a cry passed her lips. Nothing had ever compared to his moment, being claimed by both of her mates. She held as still as she could, but she began to move, needing to come or find some sense of relief. She rode them.
A desperate craving grew within her until she became ravenous from it. Their mingled shouts of pleasure filled the room as they frantically reached for their individual releases. Wilhem sat up slightly changing the angle of both men’s penetration. She felt overly full and overly stimulated. The ability to tell them what she needed left her. She could only vocalize it with grunts and whimpered pleas.
Both men buried their faces in her neck, and she held them to her as she drew closer and closer to the edge. Wilhem bit her first, sending her tumbling over the edge. She screamed as she shattered in his arms. Behind her, Christoph grunted and groaned pushing at her hard as he bit down and shoved as deep as he could go before he stilled. The rhythmic throbbing of their releases set her off once more.
She sagged into their arms as she floated on the blanket of bliss coursing through her.
When she opened her eyes again, Samiyah had been tucked between the men. The blankets were pulled over them, and both men were petting and caressing her. She stretched, pleasantly sore from their encounter. “Wow,” she whispered, snuggling up to Christoph.
“We were wondering if you wanted to go with us for a little moonlit stroll.” Wilhem ran his hand up her arm. “As lions.”
“I would be honored,” she answered. “It would be the perfect blessing to our mating.”
“Tomorrow, we will meet with our father. The pride has a whole ritual we’ll have to attend to.” Christoph rolled his eyes. “Traditions and all.”
She stifled a laugh. “Of course.”
“Our parents always go overboard. It’s a mess,” Wilhem confessed. “I think we’re going to change a few things when I become alpha.”
“I second,” Christoph added.
“For now though, I want more of our mate. Don’t you, brother?” Wilhem glanced at Christoph.
“I do.” He tipped her chin up and took her mouth once more. “This time I get to be on top.”
“You won’t see me complaining,” she replied, wrapping her arms around him.
****
They walked into their father’s expensive home away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Samiyah took her spot between him and Wilhem. The dress she wore molded to each of her luscious curves and made his mouth water. Mating her had been the single best thing he’d ever done and he was glad his brother knocked some sense into him.
They never did get to go for their run and already his lion brushed against his skin wanting to be out to greet his mate properly. First, they had to meet with his parents. Everyone had already arrived, and they were running late thanks to their gorgeous mate. The minx. Later they’d punish her, or reward her, whatever she wanted to call it.
As they stepped outside, the crowd turned. His mother and father were seated at the long table. Their parents stood. “Good afternoon, Mother and Father.”
His mother rushed to their side. “Aren’t you beautiful,” she whispered to Samiyah.
Their mate grinned. “Thank you. I now see where your sons get their handsomeness from,” she murmured, motioning to their father.
His mom giggled. Even though she’d turned seventy a few weeks ago, she still tittered around like she a young miss. She didn’t appear a year over forty and the spry pep in her step made Christoph smile. Her green eyes sparkled with merriment as she guided Samiyah away from them. Allowing he and Wilhem to speak with their father.
“Together I see.” The rough quality of his voice always reminded Christoph of a lion’s roar.
“Yes,” Wilhem stated.
“To a goddess, no less,” Christoph added.
His father snorted. “Suppose you’ll need your brother’s help keeping her in line then.”
Wilhem laughed. “You might be right. She is already a handful.”
Their father wrapped his arms around them and led them over to the table where their mother sat. “It’s about time you both settled down. In truthfulness, I worried what would happen if you mated, Wilhem, and your brother didn’t.”
Christoph snapped his attention to their dad. “What?”
The older man sighed. “I have never been a good father. But, I saw the potential of both of you to do better with our pride. Today, you proved it.”
Christoph didn’t know what to say. “Thank you.”
This time his dad laughed. “Don’t thank me, son. Give me grandbabies so your mother stops trying for more cubs.” He winked at them both.
They sat down for a wonderfully prepared lunch with their mate and family. The sounds of chatter and life filled their father’s backyard. For the first time, in well, as far back as he could remember, Christoph felt as though he belonged there. With his family. With his pride.
Later, as they stripped out of their clothes preparing for their twilight shift, he glanced at his brother and said, “I’m glad you talked me out of it. I don’t think I would have survived a day without you and Sam.”
“This day isn’t only about me brother, it’s your day as well.” He squeezed his shoulder. “Enjoy it. I know I didn’t say it yesterday, but happy birthday, brother.”
“Happy birthday to you as well.”
Wilhem smacked him in the side when the door to the house opened and a sleek, lioness with piercing brown eyes padded out with their mother and their father behind her. “Beautiful.”
Sam approached them, butting her head into their palms. The power radiating off of her forced their shift. The warmth of his lion’s embrace as they changed points of view, stole his ability to say anything before he stood on all fours. He roared into the night air, declaring his arrival to the deserts of South Africa.
Wilhem nudged his side, then joined their family. Though this might have all been for his brother, Christoph realized it had also been for him. He had to accept himself, as well as the pack, in order to accept his mate. And, though it might have been a little unconventional how they met, he wouldn’t change a moment of it. Especially if it meant he’d end up here. With his family. His pride and his mate.