Chapter Fourteen
Haven
This is my life now. I have four mates. Two of them are watching me, ready to do things to my body I’m sure I’ve never experienced before.
My mind is scrambling with all the awful things Lawson went through.
The moment the mood changed, my body was ready.
Suddenly having four men want to be with me is mindboggling.
I’ve never even gone on a date with two different guys in one week.
Bane gave me an orgasm earlier, and I’m ready for more.
Being this turned on all the time can’t be normal.
“Did you hear her word?” Lawson asks.
“Yes.” Remy leans against the door in front of us, crossing his arms.
“Are you ready?” Lawson asks, and I look over my shoulder.
“Yes.”
“I want to make you feel good,” he says.
“I like feeling good,” I blurt, and then press my lips together. Remy chuckles, and I feel the vibration through my body.
“We want to make you feel everything,” Lawson rumbles, sliding his hands around my waist. I gasp as he dips his fingers under my waistband. “Keep your eyes on Remy.”
How can I look away? He’s wearing black slacks and a dark blue dress shirt tucked into them. His stance is casual, yet powerful. His gaze is locked with mine. For a moment, I think I see his animal shining through them.
Lawson unbuttons my pants and slides the zipper down.
My mouth parts as he presses his palms to my hips, pushing my jeans down, hooking his thumbs over the fabric.
Remy’s eyes narrow as if he wants to look down, but he holds my gaze.
I try to remember the underwear I have on while Lawson reveals them.
He continues pushing until my pants are around my ankles.
“Lift.” He taps his fingers against my calf.
I shiver and lift my leg. “Again.” When I’m standing half-naked, Remy loses the battle.
I love that I can make him lose control.
I bite my lip as he stares at my legs. My sweatshirt floats around the top of my thighs, and I sway when Lawson’s hands touch my skin, gliding underneath it.
“So soft,” he whispers, hooking the sides of my underwear.
They join my clothes at my feet. “Widen your legs.” With my heartbeat pounding in my ears, I slide my feet, earning a soft purr.
Lawson glides his hands over my hips, back and forth. With each pass, he comes closer and closer to my inner thigh. I clench my hands when he stops. He claims his control is limited, yet he’s driving me to the edge of begging. Remy grins as if he can read my thoughts.
“Impatient,” Remy hums.
“Not at all,” I grit out. They know it’s a lie, but I don’t want to do anything that would make Lawson stop.
“I think we should make a rule,” Lawson says.
“Rule?” I ask softly, his rough fingertips distracting me. He drags his finger down the front of my thigh.
“Yes. When we're together, you can’t lie,” he says.
“We want every reaction. Whatever it is,” Remy adds.
“So, are you frustrated?” Lawson asks, tracing where my thigh and pussy meet.
“Very,” I admit.
“Good girl,” Lawson says roughly. “Should we give her what she wants, Brother?”
“We should.” Remy winks at me.
I gasp as Lawson slides his finger inside me, and I rock back.
“She likes that,” Lawson whispers.
“How does she feel, Law?” Remy asks, and my breath catches.
“Fucking hot.” He moves faster, and I grab his forearm, not to stop him, but to have something to hold onto. “Remy doesn’t have the best view. Haven, use both hands and lift your shirt to your stomach,” he orders, and it makes me hotter.
Releasing Lawson, I slowly reach for the edge of my sweatshirt and slowly raise it.
I press my hands and the fabric to my stomach, and Remy inhales sharply.
The brothers seem as if they are in control of my every movement, and in a small way, they are, but without my compliance, none of this would be happening.
They need my submission to be the ones in charge.
The situation is different with that revelation.
I’ve never allowed a man to lead in the bedroom.
Most men I have been with haven’t deserved the right. It feels natural with them.
“Much better,” Remy says gruffly. I groan as he lowers himself, crouching against the wall, his arms propped on his knees, watching intently.
He can see everything, and now he's eye level.
“You feel so good, Haven,” Lawson says. “Do you like being watched?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“I want inside you,” he grits out.
“Please.” His finger slows.
“You need to be sure,” he says, removing his hand and turning me to face him. “When we started, fucking you wasn’t my intention.”
“Why?” I ask, dropping my shirt and gripping his shoulders.
“It might tip me over the edge,” he says.
“In what way?” I’m ready, but just as they want to make sure I am willing, I want to do the same for them.
“It will take restraint. My animal wants to mark you, and we can’t do that yet,” he says, caressing the back of my thighs. “You have to be ready to complete the bond, and all of us have to be in the room.”
“Remy, can you stop him?” I look over my shoulder. “If he loses control and tries to bite me?”
“Yes,” he says, and I look back at Lawson.
“I don’t care if we have sex or not,” I say, and Remy laughs. “I mean, sure, I would love it. But we both have to be comfortable. If you have doubts, we can wait. That’s not what this is about. You make me feel good.” I stroke his jaw. “Whatever way you touch me, I love.”
“Shit,” he whispers.
“Our mate is smart,” Remy says, and suddenly he's behind me. “She wants you, Brother.” He slides his hands under my shirt, lifting it. I raise my arms, and he removes it. “Do you want to fuck him?”
“Badly.” I bite my lip, and Lawson’s eyes narrow.
“She knows what she wants.” Remy gathers my hair in his hand, moving it to the side, but leaves his hand around it. He kisses my shoulder and leaves his lips against my skin. “Do you want to ride him?”
“Yes.” My bra is the only material left on my body, and it feels suffocating.
“Hold on to her,” Lawson says as his hand moves to his jeans.
“Don’t worry.” Remy grins against me and grazes his teeth over my neck. “It will be my pleasure.” He cups my breast, and I groan. “She wants our hands all over her. Don’t you, baby?”
“I do.” Pressing back, I grip the outside of his thigh. I need the pull in my stomach to be satisfied, and I know the brothers are the only ones who can. “Do you want me?” I ask Lawson.
“Of course I do,” he growls. He releases his button and unzips his pants. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” Remy says, twirling my hair, gripping harder. “She is our mate. You would do anything to protect her, and your animal is the same.” I watch Lawson as he reveals his beautiful body. “This is about trust. Do you trust him, Haven?”
“Yes, I do.” Down to my core, I know Lawson wouldn’t hurt me, none of them would.
“Good.” Remy slides his hand from my chest to my back. He releases the clasp of my bra and removes it. Tingles spread throughout my body. I’m completely bare and confident in their need for me.
Lawson is covered in ink. He’s not bulky, but has plenty of muscle. He grips himself, and I’m grateful for the support of Remy.
“Are you ready, sunshine?” Lawson asks.
“Oh, yeah,” I breathe.
“Climb on,” Remy orders. He uses his hand on my hair, and his other on my hip to guide me onto the bed, onto Lawson.
I straddle him, hovering over his lap. “Lay back, Brother.” Lawson eases flat.
“Take him inside, baby,” Remy commands softly.
I touch my lip with my tongue as I circle him and slowly slide down.
Closing my eyes briefly, I take more of him, and it feels like he belongs inside me. “Beautiful.”
“Fuck,” Lawson growls, and his eyes focus on where we're joined.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” Remy hums, leaning over me. He steps to the edge of the bed, keeping his hands on me.
“Yes,” I moan. Holding still, I adjust to his size and stare at his face. His mouth is parted slightly, his expression intense. I do this to him. I’ve never felt more powerful. They make me feel wanted, needed, desired.
“You need to move,” Lawson says, his eyes flickering up to mine. “Now.”
I start slowly, finding an easy rhythm, and watch the pleasure on Lawson’s face.
Remy’s hands remain, his hand gripping my hair and pulling as I move.
I think he's getting just as much pleasure as we are.
The pull in my stomach grows, and I increase the speed.
Lawson clasps my thigh, and his other hand slides to my other hip.
They have me under their control and completely contained, yet I'm the only one moving. Lawson needed my acceptance. He doesn’t trust himself, and I needed to show him.
“You're doing so well, Haven,” Remy rumbles close to my ear, and I shiver. I love his praise. His shirt grazes my back, and his hand tightens on my hip as he encourages me to move faster.
“You feel so fucking good,” Lawson rasps. His eyes are glowing, and I swear I see an animal lurking in their depths. “He likes you. He wants to play with you.” I lick my lips. Their words give me just as much pleasure as the cock inside me.
“Our jaguars want her just as much as we do,” Remy says, and slides his hand up my body and to my breast. Even though I'm having sex with Lawson, Remy is very much involved and guiding our moves. I press into his hand, loving the touch of his possession.
“He wants out,” Lawson grits out.
“Show me,” I groan, moving even faster. He shakes his head.
“I can’t hurt you,” he says, clenching his jaw.
“You won’t,” I whisper.
“Trust, Brother,” Remy says.
“Shit.” Lawson tilts his head back as the teeth of his animal emerge.
I stare at him with a mixture of fascination, desire, and pride. I should be scared, but that emotion doesn’t register. I’m on the edge of orgasm when his hips surge up. There is a bite of pain as he stretches me, but it adds to my desire.