Chapter Three

Her touch sent shivers through him. Sam followed the redhead as she tugged him into the living room. Did she scream when she came? Fuck, he hoped so. He was going to make her scream his name over and over all through the night. He shook his head hard to bring himself to his senses. He needed to go.

“Got problems, Sam?” she asked.

“Who are you?” he demanded.

She laughed as she trailed a finger along the edge of her negligee. Her crimson-painted nail scraped across her breast. Her nipples perked up against the silk. Sam’s throat went dry.

“My name is Delilah. I’m a friend of Henry’s. I’m in town for a visit,” she answered.

Hearing his boyfriend’s name didn’t stop the desire taking him over. “He’s talked about you. The two of you are more than friends. You’re friends with benefits. How long have you known him?”

“Since we were in diapers. He’s told me all about you also. How strong you are.” She took the finger that had touched her breast and drew it lazily across his chest. She bit her lip as she watched her hand. “How sexy you are. How sweet and kind and thoughtful you are. And how great you are in bed.”

Sam felt his whole body snap. He wasn’t positive how she ended up pinned to the wall with his body. Her legs wrapped his waist, her lips smothered in his kiss. In fact, he stopped thinking altogether. Every instinct demanded one thing. To fuck. And from the way Delilah returned his kiss and trailed her fingers across his arms deep enough to leave welts, he knew she was a willing partner.

She dropped her head back as his mouth wandered down her neck. He nipped at her jugular before continuing his path. She let go a guttural moan.

“Tell me what you want,” Samuel demanded.

Delilah’s voice was a whisper. “You inside me. Deep inside me.”

“Your wish is my command.” Samuel freed a hand from her ass and slipped it between them. He gathered her nightgown in his fist until he reached the hem. He groaned when he slid a hand underneath her. No panties. She was going commando. Fuck.

He kissed her as he flicked her nub and rubbed it. Then he dipped a finger inside her and pumped in and out.

She bucked against him hard. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know. I want to hear you scream my name.” Samuel added a second finger. Feeling her body buck against him as she searched for release cracked his resolve. His cock throbbed against his jeans. Fuck, she was beautiful.

“Sam,” she whimpered as her squirming grew violent. Samuel tightened his grip on her as he picked up the pace.

“Come on, baby. Come for me. Let me hear a banshee scream from those sweet lips.”

She didn’t disappoint. He was sure the squeal shook the house. The way she tightened around his fingers as the orgasm hit her could have broken his fingers. He pulled his hand free from her. Her breath came in ragged gasps as he readjusted his grip and then tossed her over his shoulder. He stormed into the dining room and laid her on the table. He stared down at her lying there breathless and undone. He unzipped the fly on his jeans and shoved them and his briefs to the ground.

“Stop,” Delilah ordered.

Samuel gaped at her in disbelief. “What the holy fuck?”

She grinned. “The shirt, big boy. Lose the shirt. But don’t take forever. I need you so bad it hurts.”

Sam chuckled as he pulled his T-shirt off and tossed it on the floor. “Better?”

“Not yet. Mosey that perfect ass over here.” She pointed at the side of the table. “Do you have protection?”

He smirked. “My kind doesn’t need it.”

“Your kind? What kind are you?”

“Just trust me.” Samuel kicked his clothes free from around his feet and did as she commanded. He moaned as she wrapped her fingers around his cock and then wiggled herself to it. Enveloping him in her mouth, she sucked as she bobbed up and down the length of him. He roared as the fire in him stoked hotter. He had no idea who the fuck this woman was, but she was bringing him pleasure he never felt before. He combed his fingers in her hair as he pulled her closer. He felt a knot grow in his groin. With a grunt, he pulled away from her.

“What is your…”

Samuel didn’t wait to hear her objection. He grabbed her knee and spun it toward him. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he lifted her ass and scooted her to the edge of the table. He groaned as he drove deep inside her, burying himself to the hilt in a couple of strong strokes.

Delilah’s body arched off the table as she spewed a string of curse words that would make a sailor blush. Her breasts fell free. Samuel gripped her hips and leaned over to capture a pink nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard as she writhed.

His breath came out in rough pants as he spoke. “Want me to stop?”

“Shit, Sam. Shit.” Delilah bucked hard against him as she whimpered. “You feel so good. Please move. I am so close.”

“Beautiful, you’re going to come more than once. I promise you.”

The sound that escaped her throat was a mixture of need and fear. Sam fought his control as he thrust deeper into her, over and over. He dipped his mouth to her breasts again, nipping and suckling each. “Beautiful. So beautiful.” She cradled his head there as she fought to match his tempo.

“Sam, oh Sam,” she cried as she gripped tight around his cock. Her eyes fluttered closed as she kept chanting his name as she came. Samuel picked up his pace, tightening his hold on her waist as he drove into her. He shuddered as he felt his balls tighten. His release almost knocked him off his feet. The fiery bliss that burned through him was nothing like he ever felt before.

He came down from his rush to meet her emerald gaze. He didn’t get the chance to pull free from her before she tugged him down to her. Her mouth wound trails across his chest. She lapped at his nipples. Seeing her gown haphazardly hanging off her body, leaving her more nude than clothed and watching her pink tongue lick his brown nub feverishly drove him crazy. He gripped a handful of her hair again as he trembled. He rolled his hips into her again. She nipped at him and continued the action with her tongue.

Samuel wrapped a hand around her shoulder and pushed her back down on the table. He pumped his cock inside her a couple of times, feeling himself grow hard again. “More. I need more.”

“Not here,” Delilah pleaded. “Upstairs. I need your body on mine.”

He pulled free from her and helped her climb off the table. She let her negligee puddle on the floor on top of his jeans and then took his hand and led him upstairs. He didn’t argue as he followed, his erect cock bouncing against his belly. He would do whatever the naked banshee guiding him wanted from him. The mysterious force that possessed him demanded that he fuck her over and over. But there was a piece missing. Every coherent thought fled his mind. Whatever it was, it would have to fall into place on its own. Samuel was powerless.

He swept the door closed and pulled her into his arms, molding her curves into his. He gripped her ass and ground against her, dragging her across the length of him. Her ruby red lips attacked his nipples again, lavishing them with her tongue and teeth. He threw his head back and moaned. No one had spent this much time on his breasts. The sensation was driving him wild.

He nudged her onto the bed. Parting her legs with his arms, he descended on her, filling her again. She rocked in time with his hips as he feasted on the curve of her neck.

“How the fuck can you be hard already?” She gripped tight to his shoulders as he stroked hard and deliberate.

Samuel lifted enough to watch their bodies meld into one over and over. “It’s hard to explain.”

“I only know one guy who could do that. Henry. And it was just this morning.”

Samuel frowned at her but never dropped the tempo of the stroke. She and Henry had sex that morning like they were now? And he was always hard? Human men couldn’t do that.

The confusion lasted a moment before Delilah tightened around him again. “Fuck, Sam. I’m coming. Oh, Sam.”

She shook as she bucked like a wild animal. He drove deeper into her as he watched her orgasm once more. Before she had a chance to come to her senses, he flipped her over to straddle him.

“Ride me,” Samuel coaxed. “Ride me hard. Push yourself over the edge. I want to see you come again.”

Delilah’s eyes glazed over as she rocked him in and out of her. The words she mumbled made no sense. Samuel had never seen a woman so wanton and sexy. Each time she impaled herself on his cock brought him closer to release. He needed to come. He fought his instinct to grab her and drive hard into her until he did. He wrapped his hands around her thighs. Her body quivered at his touch.

Samuel never noticed the sound of the door opening over their moans and panting. He didn’t hear the cap of the bottle open over the slap of their bodies colliding frantically. He only became aware of another person in the room when the bed shifted beneath him. Fingers gripped Delilah’s shoulder and guided her to lay across Samuel’s chest. She hissed. “Cold.”

Sam met Henry’s hooded stare as his lover rubbed a finger deep in the crevice of Delilah’s ass.

She whimpered and rose, throwing her head back. “Fuck, Henry. Please. Put it in.”

“I’m just getting you ready for me, Dee. Just another finger.”

“No more. Your cock.” Delilah rocked back and forth against his hand. Samuel reached up and wrapped his hand around Henry’s fingers. Seeing Henry pleasure her nearly made him erupt.

Henry held her hips to still her. He leaned her forward again until she pillowed her head on Sam’s chest. A growl rumbled from Samuel’s chest as he watched Henry grip his cock and guide the tip toward Delilah’s ass. She hissed and winced as he took his care to slide inside, each stroke gentle. It took a while until his was buried inside her.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she bucked and twisted, seeking sweet release. Samuel cupped a swaying breast in his hand and nipped at it. She screamed as she cupped his head in her arm to hold him to her.

Samuel plunged into her as Henry withdrew. Feeling the rhythm of his boyfriend in time with him was all it took. He held tight to Henry’s thighs as he bucked hard, his rush filling Delilah. Her mews and shudders told him she joined him.

Samuel gazed at Henry tenderly kissing Delilah’s shoulder over and over. “Henry, please tell me you did.”

“The look of you coming? That’s all it took. I’ve never come so hard in my life.”

“Me, neither.”

Henry turned Delilah’s face to him. “Look at you. So spent. So fucking beautiful with both of us buried inside you.”

She licked her lips. “Kiss me.”

Henry ran his tongue along her mouth and then dove inside. The devouring kiss, seeing the deep, passionate embrace as Henry massaged her breast in his hand, set Samuel off. He arched his hips up, holding Delilah down on him. Henry laced his fingers with Sam’s, holding her hips as he continued kissing her. Delilah clamped her hands first on theirs, then on Sam’s chest. Henry pinched her nipple between his fingers as he feasted on the curve of her neck. With his free hand, he traced Sam’s mouth with his fingertips. Sam roared as his rush was violent. He came harder than the last time. Delilah’s caresses turned into claws as she groped each of them as she peaked. Henry whimpered and cursed as he joined both of them.

“Sleep,” Delilah pleaded as she collapsed on Samuel’s damp chest.

Henry pressed against her back as he pulled free of her and laid down beside Samuel. Delilah lifted off Samuel and tumbled between them. Henry wrapped his arm around them. Samuel gently kissed Delilah. Then he sat up and leaned over her to part Henry’s mouth in a deep, possessive kiss.

“So fucking hot,” Delilah mumbled before drifting off to sleep.

Sam settled back against the pillow and tangled them in his embrace. Henry’s snore was the last thing he heard before he fell asleep.

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The morning sunlight warmed the sheets and comforter of Henry’s king-size bed. Despite the size of the large mattress, those sleeping on it were cuddled in the middle. Delilah was cradled between her lovers with her small body tucked tight between their larger ones. Samuel and Henry knotted their arms and legs around each other the best they could with her in the middle.

Samuel opened his eyes and took in the scene. He smiled, content. There was nothing more beautiful in the world than watching these two sleep. He had been in threesomes before. It had always been him and two women. None of them had been like this. He didn’t understand why, but Henry and Delilah made him feel whole.

He brushed an auburn curl from her shoulder and kissed the flesh where it had been. As he lifted his head, his lips were taken captive.

Henry gave him a smug grin. “Good morning, hot stuff. Sleep well?”

Samuel yawned. “Like a baby. You?”

“Slept sound with two rock-hard cocks pressed against me,” Delilah answered in a sing-song voice. “Best way to fall asleep and wake up.”

Henry laughed as he kissed her neck. “Good morning, beautiful.” He frowned and then reared back a bit. “Did you get this while I was at work? Why didn’t I notice it last night?”

Delilah sat up a little and looked over her shoulder. “Get what? I didn’t get anything.”

“This tattoo. It covers half your back.”

Samuel’s stomach flipped as his heart lodged in his throat. Tattoo? He only knew this woman for a few moments before they started screwing each other’s brains out. It couldn’t be what he thought. She couldn’t be…

Delilah scrambled out of bed toward Henry’s full-length mirror hanging on the wall. Sam blew out a staggered breath when he saw it. A floral, tribal print covered her back from shoulder to waist and rib to spine. A set of claw marks were embedded in the center.

She turned her back to the mirror. Her eyes grew wide as she stared at it. “What the world is that? Which one of you guys drew this on me?”

Henry laughed. “You know my drawing skills, mon amour. It wasn’t me.”

Samuel gazed at Henry. He couldn’t deny the magnetic attraction he felt for Delilah. It was obvious why he felt that way. But there was an indescribable connection to Henry also. Maybe it was because he loved him so much. Samuel sighed. He knew this day was going to come. How would he say goodbye to the man he loved? Could he tell Henry goodbye? Not without crumbling into a million pieces.

“Sam?”

His attention snapped back to Delilah. Her glare chilled him and aroused him all at the same time. Eternity with her is going to be interesting. “Yeah?”

“Did you draw this on me?”

“My art skills suck.”

“One of you two needs to fess up.”

Henry tossed the covers off and climbed out of bed. “I’ll get a soapy washcloth so you can clean it off. Then you can spend the morning punishing us.”

Delilah grinned. “I like the sound of that.”

It was then that Sam saw it. Henry turned away from him as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. The same tattoo that appeared on Delilah was etched into Henry’s skin also. Samuel couldn’t swallow. He couldn’t breathe. Did he somehow facilitate the two of them in mating? Because there was no way that all three of them could be. It wasn’t possible. Was it?

While the other two weren’t looking, he grabbed at his shoulder, straining to see anything. He could feel his fingernails tear at his flesh as he struggled. He caught sight of a faint hint of black, one he knew didn’t belong to any other of his tattoos.

He slumped against the headboard, stunned. He was mated. In a wild, mind-blowing, bone-shattering threesome, he was mated.

And he wasn’t mated to one person but two. He, Samuel Hallow, had two mates.

How was he going to explain this to his family?

“Henry, wait,” he heard Delilah call. Samuel looked up to find Henry gone and Delilah still at the mirror.

Henry popped his head back in from the hallway. “What?”

“Turn around,” she ordered.

He huffed as he turned his back to her. He took his time. He didn’t know what to expect from his new lover. Samuel couldn’t stop himself from admiring Henry’s and Delilah’s asses. His erection grew insanely painful. He gripped a hand around himself and stroked, hoping it would help. It didn’t.

“There. I know I’ve got a great ass,” Henry told her.

“You have one too,” she replied.

“I just said that.”

“Not a great ass. I mean, you do. But you have a drawing on your back too. It’s the same as mine.”

Both of them turned and glared at Sam. He felt his entire body flush hot. It didn’t stop his hand from stroking himself. In fact, he sped up the pace.

“There’s the guilty party, jacking himself off,” Henry remarked with a chuckle. “I’ll get the washcloth.”

Delilah watched Samuel for several long moments. She kneeled on the bed, crawled across the mattress to Samuel, and tugged his hand away. She licked a drop of precum from the tip.

Samuel swept the curls from her face and held them back. His voice broke. “Beautiful, don’t. Please.”

She smiled. “Why not?”

“You’re going to hate me.”

“Sam, it’s just ink. For fuck’s sake, it’s fine.” She wrapped her lips around his cock and began to suck. He groaned as he watched her, her head bobbing, her ass in the air. He felt his groin tighten. He about came in his hand earlier. This wasn’t going to take long.

He lifted his gaze to find Henry in the doorway watching them with his hand wrapped tight around himself. Watching her blow him must have been a siren song for Henry. He crossed across the room and kneeled behind her. Sam couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but the way her long eyelashes fluttered as her eyes closed told him she liked it.

The vibrations of her moan tipped Sam over the edge. He held her head tight as he bucked his hips. Henry drove deep against her ass. Delilah trembled as she sucked harder. Samuel roared as he released. Delilah let him go to whimper out her own orgasm. Henry grunted and then stiffened, gripping her tight to him.

He chuckled as he pulled away from Delilah. “Now that we’ve all had a morning quickie let’s clean you up.”

She collapsed on the bed between Samuel’s legs. Henry kneeled next to her limp body and carefully wiped at the mark. Frowning, he scrubbed harder. Samuel’s belly churned. “Dee, it’s not coming off.”

She looked up at Samuel. “What shit did you put on me?”

Henry laid a hand on the small of her back and peered closer. “I don’t think it’s drawn on. Dee, it’s a tattoo. You have a tattoo. Wait, we have a tattoo.”

She pushed herself up and sat between them. She was shaking. “I’m not stupid. Something like this would take hours. Multiple sittings. I held my colleague’s hand when he got one in Montreal. No human put this on us. What fucking curse did we get into?”

Henry swallowed hard. “You’re the archaeologist. Not me. You know all the religious voodoo. I’m just a librarian.”

Sam took a deep breath. “It’s not a curse per se.”

Both of them stared. Sam pressed himself against the headboard. At this point, he hoped it would swallow him whole. “What do you mean it’s not a curse?” Delilah demanded.

“It’s not religion. It’s species.”

“Come again?”

Sam carefully freed his leg from them and stood. He took another deep breath to steady his rampaging heart before he turned his back to them. He noticed the curtains of the bedroom were wide open. He faced the street in all his naked glory. However, he couldn’t move a muscle until someone spoke.

“What the hell is this shit?” Delilah nearly screamed.

Samuel felt fingers trace the design. Henry’s voice was husky. “On you, it’s so hot. So sexy.”

“It’s pretty fucking sexy on you too,” Sam replied, his voice low and dangerous.

“Henry.” Delilah’s voice was shrill. “Both of you stop it. I need to know what is happening to me.”

Sam turned toward them. “Get dressed.”

Delilah shook her head. “Why?”

Samuel leaned down and kissed her. Her erratic little body calmed at his touch. Then he softly, deeply kissed Henry. When they broke apart, he met his boyfriend’s gaze. “You have asked me over and over. You finally get your wish. Dress. We’re going to go see my family.”

»»•««

Samuel paced outside his truck, his boots clicking on the pavement. He had a short supply of patience. The anxiety fueled by what had just happened upstairs set him on edge. He was about to snap.

He shook his head. He had no idea how he was going to explain this to his family. It was confusing enough that he was showing up at home with two mates. It would be easier if they were both women. But Henry? His mother and brothers probably wouldn’t be on board with the fact that he liked having sex with guys as much as he did with women. They definitely weren’t going to condone the fact that he was madly in love with Henry.

He stopped pacing and turned when he heard the front door open. Delilah swept down the porch steps dressed in a white silk blouse and a perfectly pressed pair of black slacks. Her curls were held back in a comb. Samuel grinned as she strode down the sidewalk to his truck.

“My, my, my,” he commented. “You look beautiful. I didn’t expect you to come out looking so fancy.”

She glared. “Fancy? This is what I normally wear unless I’m on a dig.”

“That’s what you normally wear? Seems uncomfortable to be dressed up all lady-like.”

“I have a Ph.D. in archeology. My finds are displayed in the most prestigious museums in the world. Guess you’ve never been with a lady of my caliber before.”

Samuel chuckled as he pulled her to him. He felt her shudder at his touch. He pressed his lips to her ear. “Delilah, I fucked you last night. The things you did? Not exactly my definition of a lady.” He pulled away enough to see the look of shock in her eyes before he continued. “Where’s Henry?”

Delilah swallowed hard before she spoke. “He’s coming. He knows he’s meeting your mother, so he’s changed three times already. He wants to impress her.” Her voice grew quiet. “I hope you realize how much he loves you.”

Samuel sighed. “I do. I hope he knows how much I love him too.”

The smile she gave him seemed forced onto her face. “I think he does.”

“Is there a problem with me loving him?”

“No. He’s a lucky guy. You are too.”

Samuel opened his mouth to say something but shut it when the door opened again. Henry slammed it closed and hurried to lock it. Samuel took the man in with a satisfied smile. Instead of his customary polos and khaki pants he wore for work, he wore a skin-tight T-shirt and blue jeans. Both were snug enough to accentuate his chiseled muscles. His glasses only added sexiness to the ensemble. His hair was combed neatly to one side. Samuel knew Henry didn’t do anything more than run his fingers through the waves. It still fell into place and looked like he spent hours on it. It was almost magical and made the librarian look utterly sinful.

Henry jammed the keys in his pocket and then hopped down the stairs. He jogged to Samuel and Delilah next to the truck. “Ready to go.”

“You look amazing,” Sam remarked.

Henry’s cheeks flamed pink. Delilah shook her head and sighed. “Maybe I better stay here. You two lovebirds go. It’s getting sickening.”

Samuel frowned. Was Delilah jealous? It didn’t matter if she was or not. She belonged to both of them for eternity. She didn’t know it yet. He was going to have a chat with Caleb and Micah. He was going to need some guidance with this mess.

He stared at the redhead. Could he love her? He couldn’t deny her spitfire attitude made him hard. But could he share the same feeling for her that he had for Henry? He didn’t know if it could be possible.

Samuel wrapped her in his arms and kissed her long and deep, his tongue slipping between her lips to play with hers. He felt her body melt against his. When he let her go, she staggered back a few steps.

“Come on,” Samuel ordered. “We don’t have all day.”

He strode to the driver’s side of the truck and climbed inside. Henry offered his hand to Delilah to help her in. Once her ass hit the seat, Henry parted her legs to slip between them. The kiss they shared made Samuel painfully aroused. He slipped his thumb into the waist of his jeans to shift the material away from his erection.

Delilah scooted across the seat next to Samuel. He wrapped his large hand around her thigh. Henry took his place beside her and did the same as Samuel. Delilah let go a trembling sigh.

“You okay?” Sam asked with a grin.

“I’m fucking fantastic,” Delilah muttered. “Go.”

Samuel and Henry roared with laughter as Sam shifted the truck into gear. Delilah elbowed them both before the truck lurched forward and flew down the street.