Blurb:
After slaughtering Katarina’s brother and father, along with a handful of other wolves who tried to abuse them, Nicholaus realizes his true darkness and decides to leave Hungary to keep his lovers safe from him. Relocating to Albuquerque, New Mexico, Nicholaus made a life for himself where he controlled the shots until the Opeth Pack messenger shows up with one of his lovers, requesting his assistance back in Hungary.
Katarina’s other lover Krystyna has done something bad, but what, Katarina doesn’t know. Her heart aches for both her stubborn lovers and forces her to find the courage to venture to America and bring Nicholaus back. Once the threesome reunites, sparks explode but secrecy threatens to tear the triad apart, as does Prophecy. Will Nicholaus remain with the two women who hold his heart, or will his lack of control make him return to the States, alone forever?
Excerpt one:
The idea of losing his temper again and potentially killing those he loved frightened him.
“Where’s Nicholaus?” He heard Katarina’s pained voice.
“Nicholaus, get your ass back here!” Krystyna shouted. “We’re not finished yet!”
Krystyna could be such a demanding bitch when she wanted to be. Still, he ignored them both and continued into the dense foliage, hoping he could dash through them and sprint back to town undetected.
Slinking along the ground, he crept slowly toward the bushes.
“I will come get you. I smell you, you selfish bastard. Get back here!” Krystyna yelled louder. He pictured her angry eyes, mouth hung open and fingers trembling.
Nicholaus knew he’d blown his chance. Krystyna would come after him. He sluggishly made his way back toward the front of the house. Stopping, he knew better. He was asking for trouble if he went back to his two lovers, knew his heart was asking to be loved. The problem was that he couldn’t stay here in Hungary. Not with them, not with the pack that had fallen apart. He had to leave.
“Nicholaus, get your ass back here and come face us!” Krystyna stomped toward him.
“Please, Nicholaus. I…” Katarina sounded like she was on the verge of tears.
Nicholaus couldn’t bear to hear her cry. Standing on two legs again, he walked out front to the main road. “I’m here,” he sighed heavily.
“Why would you disappear on us again after the three of us are reunited?” Katarina ran to him, tears in her eyes. “Why would you do that to me? Again?”
He had no response.
“He’s an asshole, like the rest of the Opeth Pack males.” Krystyna uncrossed her arms and drew Katarina to her.
He shook his head. “It’s easier to run when I know what’s best for you both.” The words came out a whisper but both women heard him loud and clear.
“But,” Krystyna’s lip trembled, “you don’t know what’s best for me or her. You don’t know, Nicholaus. You have no idea,” tears streamed down her face, “how much we’ve suffered without our third and binding partner.”
Nicholaus looked at Krystyna. Her face showed little emotion but he caught the desperate need for completion in her eyes. She could never totally hide her feelings from him. Hell, it was blatantly obvious what she needed, desired most. Too bad she had no idea what she was truly asking for.
“I’m a murderer.” he looked away.
“You’re a wolf. Embrace what you are, Nicholaus. You did what you had to in order to protect us. I forgave you a long time ago.”
Katarina’s sweet words hit his heart with the force of a tank. He didn’t want to embrace what he was. He’d killed before in cold blood. He’d murdered her brother and father right in front of her. It didn’t matter that they were trying to rape her. There had to be another solution if he had just thought long enough about it.
“You’re going to have to get over the past someday, Nicholaus. Even I let shit go after a while.”
Krystyna reached for him but dropped her arms and looked at Katarina.
Katarina nodded.
Something was up between them.
The look that passed between them made him pause. “What are you two thinking?” He narrowed his gaze. Sniffing the air, he now smelled the pungent fragrance of arousal coming from both of them.
They turned, eyes wide and filled with an emotion deeper than lust and so much more than love. Krystyna and Katarina sauntered to him, each of them flanking him on a side.
“Love us,” Katarina begged. Her breath whispered softly over his ear, sending shivers up and down his skin.
Krystyna nodded. “You promised my lover something and you should own up like a man.”
Nicholaus growled at the challenge. He couldn’t take the torture of both his lovers assaulting his senses, putting him on the defensive and overloading his mind and body. He sucked in a breath, trying to drag air into his lungs but when Katarina leaned into him, pressed her lips against his and cupped the back of his head, he found he could only take in her aroma.
Krystyna’s hands found his shoulders, pulling him closer between them while she dropped fiery kisses all over his neck, drawing her tongue over his flesh.
Goose bumps appeared on his skin, the hair on the back of his neck stood and his cock throbbed. Heat built in his loins. His struggle to free himself was a loss, once both pairs of hands held him captive.
Only it wasn’t because he couldn’t overpower his lovers. Trembling beneath the love and fury of their emotions, Nicholaus could only feel. Frozen by the love given to him, he let himself enjoy the sensations of two pairs of soft lips pressing onto his skin, dragging down his face or neck.
He’d grown painfully hard by now. When a hand caressed his erection, he nearly jumped out of his skin. He opened his eyes to see Katarina’s hands treading over his stomach, feeling the ripples of his abs. Krystyna’s palm cupped him.
He blinked, saw Katarina’s ruby red lips moving toward his. Leaning into her, he tasted her lips, sucked in what air he could, finding it full of her luscious scent and the spicy tang of Krystyna’s arousal. Knew that when the two were together, their aromas mingled instantly, remembered just how it used to be when they were younger.
Pulling back from Katarina, he found Krystyna’s teeth working over his flesh, exciting the animal within. “I’ve got to taste you both,” he uttered between kisses.
Katarina’s mouth was velvet soft while Krystyna’s lips upon his neck burned him to the very core.
He stiffened between two sets of skilled hands caressing him, moving over his back, shoulders, down his abs, all while Krystyna kept her hand over his cock. He didn’t want to want them both, knew he needed to stop them, but the weakness in his knees only helped to drag him further into ecstatic lunacy.
Excerpt two:
Katarina arched a brow. “You don’t follow the pack chatter on the wind?”
He refused a response, preferring silence until her smile faded.
“You really don’t want us, do you?”
He pushed back from her, knelt before her, took her face in his hands and searched her eyes. Of course he wanted her, that’s why he did what he did. To protect them, but…
“I love you.”
“Say it again, please. The right way.”
He couldn’t resist her begging. The wolves were born of Hungarian deities, that meant Magyar culture was theirs, not the humans. Had he believed in the legends, wolves were put on this Earth to protect man, just as Les had proclaimed earlier, but they were here first. Guardians to scout the lands the gods had made for man. His heritage could be traced back, just as a wolf, all the way back to the creation of the world, which at this point, made him a Hungarian.
“Please?”
Her voice dropped an octave, took on a smoky quality that hardened him instantly. His heartbeat picked up and he felt heat over his skin. Of course the look in her eyes was a mixture of lust and love, begging and sultry siren. Truly, her emotions broadcast in her beautiful dark green eyes.
“Szeretlek.”
Her lips curled upward in a smile that seemed to light his world. He stood slowly, appreciative of how she held on, then he pushed her head against him just to feel her nearness.
Katarina leaned into his stomach. “I’ve always liked your body, Nicholaus.”
Looking at her, he cupped her chin. “Kiss me.” He tilted her head up.
Katarina rose and leaned forward.
Closing his eyes, he let her mouth touch his, taste his lips. Her tongue swirled over his lips, first on his bottom lip then over his top lip. “I’ve always enjoyed your lips, drága. Loved the way they felt pressed against mine.”
Breathing in her scent, the overpowering sweetness of fruit, Nicholaus pressed harder against her mouth, opening his to give her tongue easier access.
Katarina’s tongue swirled around the inside of his mouth. She tugged him to his feet.
He felt it dip behind his teeth, over the edge of his canines, around his lips. His cock hardened, knees went weak.
Katarina’s hands circled around his waist. Her nails dug into his skin, drawing blood.
If he let her take over now, she’d be taking control from him. He’d be bound to them both if she drew blood and drank from his wound. “What are you doing?” He pulled away from the kiss.
Sealing her lips over his, she thrust her tongue into his mouth again, pushing him back against the bed.
“You’re,” she pulled away and nipped his chin, “actually here, Nicholaus. Truly,” she lowered her head to his chest and nipped his collarbone again, “really with us in the flesh.”
He swore he heard the unfinished “but not mentally” bit, yet her teeth felt like pinpricks. Her tears burned hot against his cool skin. Settling his hands on her shoulders, he pushed her away to arm’s length. “You can’t want me as much as I scent, can you?”
She shook her head and guided him to the bed. “Szeretőm, I want you. I need you. I’ve needed you like air.” Her voice dropped low, husky. Eyes remained half open.
Her hands pressed to his chest. She climbed on top of the bed and straddled him.
Heat from the juncture of her legs settled perfectly over his cock. Of course he felt the dampness soaking her jeans.
Squeezing her thighs around his, she fell forward. Hair spilled over her shoulders, draping over her like a thick red cloak. Flames of desire danced in her eyes.
Nicholaus licked his lips. Shifting his weight beneath her, he settled his hands on her luscious hips.
Katarina’s hands cupped his. “Like this.” She slid their hands over her hips, up her sides and stopped at her breasts. “Squeeze me.”
Full, luscious breasts filled Nicholaus’ hands. Thumbing her nipples into tight peaks, he squeezed and watched her throw her head back. She arched her body forward, sending her hair cascading down her shoulders. She fell forward, crushing her chest to his. Katarina’s lips sealed over his.
Nicholaus inhaled sharply, sucked in her tongue and felt her caress his mouth. Moaning into her, he arched his hips upwards against the soft, heated wetness between her thighs. “These,” he mouthed, “need to come off.”
Katarina pulled away and ducked her head into his shoulder, nipping his collarbone.
He yelped and slapped her ass.
Katarina gave him a dirty look before biting his lower lip.
Nicholaus hissed, pressing his hips harder into her. Her sexual prowess never failed to arouse him painfully. He’d never forget that, not in a million years.
Moaning, Katarina ground her hips into his harder, rocking faster and faster.
Nicholaus’ cock throbbed painfully beneath his pants from the friction she was creating. “I mean it.” That familiar build up started low in his loins, his every nerve begged for contact of skin against skin. He reached between them and pulled his zipper down. Hurriedly, he undid the snaps of his trousers. His cock sprang upwards.
Katarina took hold of him and began pumping him. “I need this. Krys will join shortly I’m sure of it.” Katarina lifted herself off Nicholaus and rolled to one side. With one hand, she undid her pants. Shoving them down her hips, she revealed pink panties and creamy thighs.
Nicholaus’s gaze rested on the dark thatch of curls covering her sopping core. “You’re not a natural redhead?”
She grinned. “Are you really worried about that now?”
He licked his lips. “Sit on me, drága.”
“You’re playing and not going to invite me?” Krystyna’s voice cut throughout the room.
Katarina shifted her weight, “We were just hoping you’d join us.”
Nicholaus looked over Katarina’s shoulder to see Krystyna standing in the doorway, towel wrapped around her body. “Drop the towel, Krys.”
She crossed her arms over her ample chest. “You are not my boss.”
Nicholaus caught sight of the slight rise and fall of her breasts. “You’re right. I am your mate.” He found his voice, barely.
She walked forward slowly. Her chin titled upward, she closed her eyes partially. “You’re a bastard.”
He looked at Katarina.
Katarina slid off Nicholaus, fingers gliding over his cock before she left the bed.
“And I am your mate too,” she cooed to Krystyna “Please play with us.”
Nicholaus watched Krystyna’s expression change from anger to softness, sensuality. Lust filled her eyes, flames of desire danced wildly. This wasn’t Katarina’s energy, he’d have felt that through the bond the three of them shared. Rather, it was her pure lust for him.
Katarina’s mouth sealed over Krystyna’s. Hands wrapped around Krystyna’s body. The towel fell to the floor.
Nicholaus was treated to a view of full hips, ripe breasts with dark areoles and beaded nipples. Krystyna’s hair hung in dark ringlets past her shoulders. Plump, red lips begged for teeth to be dragged across them, tongues to caress them.
“Please,” he mouthed to Krystyna, “come here.” His body burned from lack of contact now.
Katarina pulled Krystyna to the edge of the bed. “See his nice erection, Krys? It’s for us.”
“Bah. It’s for you.” She waved a hand dismissively.
How could she think otherwise? If it weren’t for her he wouldn’t be here, not really. Katarina wouldn’t come on her own. Besides, it was much easier to flirt with her and ease her temper than to fight with her. “I beg to differ. It’s for both of you,” he winked.
Krystyna licked her lips.
His eyes widened, eyelashes batted at her. “Touch me, Krystyna. Please?”
“You never beg.” Tentatively, Krystyna reached for his cock. It bobbed in her hands until she sealed her fingers around it.
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