A Brush of Her Skin (The Reglashien Book 1) Page 6

  The Goddess turned to look at the King and lifted a haughty brow. “They speak the truth, King Jemar. They have completed the mating, and she is now theirs. You have no hold over her any longer.”

  “They mated her without my consent. She is a child compared to them. She has lived in the human world until just recently when her mother passed. I brought her here to keep her safe, not allow her to mate with-” his hand fluttered.

  “With what, dad? With a Prince of the Vampire Nation and the Alpha of the Wolves? Tell me, dad, who could have possibly made a better mate for me? They are my choice, they are why I was brought here; I feel it in my very soul. I love you, dad, I really do; however, I will choose them over you if you ask me to make a choice.”

  “You have no choice in this,” he hissed out.

  “And why is that King Jemar?” the Goddess asked softly. “Because you were planning on marrying her off in a forced mating against her wishes? You know that is not how it’s done. She participated in the Reglashien and has mated under the laws of our people. Her mates are now her guardians. You no longer have any say in her life.” She turned to look at them and smiled. “You have free passage, guaranteed by the Gods, from this land. And you will never suffer any consequences from the King or his men or any they think to hire, bribe or threaten. You have the word of the Gods. Should any bring harm to your houses call to me; I will personally,” she shot a warning look to the King. “Take care of everything.”

  Jett watched her father gulp and knew that it had been a low blow. “Thank you, Goddess,” Jett whispered with a smile. “However do you think that maybe we can have a moment of privacy so that we can get dressed?” She wanted to get dressed, but not with her father and his men standing there.

  “Absolutely, I will meet you downstairs when you are all,” she looked at the men with a grin. “Properly attired.” With a wink to Jett, the Goddess snapped her fingers and she, along with her father and his men, vanished from the room.

  Jett sighed and dropped her forehead to Tremayne’s back. “Is this going to work?” she asked quietly. “Please tell me that this will work and we will one day be able to get dad to forget about everything that happened and he will be happy for me. For us?” She hated that her father had treated her like property but he was her father, and that meant a lot more to her than she could explain.

  He turned and wrapped her in his arms, squeezing lightly. “I can’t promise that, but we can hope,” he said softly. “We will try to mend fences but we have to also be careful. He’s very powerful and has a lot of people under his thumb. For a while, we may need to just stay in the shadows and out of his path.”

  “This is very true. He will be hard to soothe, but I hope that he will eventually give in and give up,” she said with a sigh. “As long as you two are here with me, that’s what matters. You both matter to me. Just promise me that we will always be there for each other?” They barely knew each other, but she knew she needed them in her life, a great deal.

  “We aren’t going anywhere,” Carver said. He put his hands on her shoulders and squeezed gently. “Let’s get dressed so we can get off his land. I think the sooner, the better in this case. As much as I want a shot at his pompous ass, I won’t take the risk of you getting hurt.”

  “Agreed.” She didn’t want there to be a fight between the men that she could care a great deal for and her father, ever. “The sooner that we are out of here the sooner he can start to calm down. I just really, really hope that the one he wanted me to marry doesn’t decide to give us trouble.”

  The men were very, very quiet before they drew back. “Hopefully you’re right, sweetheart.” Carver didn’t sound convinced, and the looks they were sharing, as well as the speed they were collecting the clothing at, was not exactly helping her confidence. They each found about half of her clothing, though her bra had, apparently, vanished. Carver was currently on his knees looking under the furniture while Tremayne was swiping his hand on the top of furniture.

  Jett laughed and said, “I found it. Well, part of it at least.” She picked up the bits of lace and shook her head. “You guys are going to be hell on my wardrobe; I can see it already,” she teased them. “It’s okay, though, it just means lots of shopping and changing room sex. Yep, I think that will be great.”

  “We’ll have to set aside a budget, so you always have enough to get a good underwear supply,” Tremayne said softly. “Because I know for a fact that I rather like getting you out of them quickly.” He turned to look at her and shrugged. “Dress, you don’t need a bra for the few minutes we’ll be out and about.”

  “Good point,” she said with a grin. “I happen to truly appreciate the fact that you will be willing to give me what I want and when I want it. All that I know is that I will take you boys with me when I do go shopping lingerie.”

  “Yeah, right,” Carver said, but both men looked like they’d rather face a firing squad. He tucked in his shirt and stomped his feet into his boots. “Quick now, faster is better,” he pointed out. Grabbing her he kissed her hard and quick, pulling back with a big smile. “But only in this case; with anything else, slow and leisurely is much, much better.”

  “Oh, I love how you think,” Jett teased Carver as she walked past him, her hand brushing over his front as she did so. Eyes sparkling with merriment, she winked. “Come on now, boys; let’s hurry and get ourselves somewhere so that we can do more of what we just did.”

  “We’re coming,” Carver said, more growl than not in his tone. “Saucy wench,” he muttered. She heard Tremayne let out a bark of laughter and then the men were talking softly between themselves. Mainly discussing her walk, the sway of her hips and just how fine her ass looked in her pants.

  Jett couldn’t believe how empowered she felt with these men watching her every move and funnily enough she ached for more with them. She loved being able to have them as hers. Looking over her shoulder she grinned, “Have you boys figured out what it is that you are whispering about yet?”

  “Oh, definitely,” Tremayne said. “We are both of the opinion that you have one sweet ass, that you have too much wiggle in your walk and that we each want to take a bite out of you.”

  “Preferably naked,” Carver added with a grin. Hmm, that seemed to be a theme with these guys. Getting her naked, not a bad plan, just not when her pissed off father was looking for ways to make her boys pay.

  “Okay, I am totally down for being naked, but that means that you two have to be naked as well.” Jett wouldn’t deny them. However, she did add, “We will be naked part of the time, but other parts I want to get to know you both. I want to learn what makes you tick and dammit I want to find a home that will be ours, the three of us, forever. Somehow your Pack and people have to come together. Is that possible?”

  The men shared a look, but they didn’t get to answer. They’d reached the main room where the Goddess was serenely facing off against King Jemar and his guards.

  “Ah, good, you’re ready,” she smiled at them. “All your items are packed up, my dear. Now, all I need is a location you’d like to be taken to. Oh, never mind, I have the answer. Until next time, King Jemar, behave,” she said in a serious, deadly and definitely warning tone. A bright flash and Jett was standing in another room with all her belongings neatly piled against a wall. “Be good children,” she smiled and vanished.

  Jett shook her head. “Okay, what the hell just happened?” That was fast. Like, holy mother of God fast, and it was freaky too. “I mean, seriously. What just happened? One minute we are facing down my dad, and now we are… Where are we?”

  “My place on Pack land,” Carver said. “I definitely didn’t expect this at all.”

  “Seemed the most logical and she does wish to meet the Pack. Though,” Tremayne looked around, “I’m rather amazed that your Pack isn’t here yet.”

  “They will be. It won’t take long for them to figure out I’m back. We will be under siege soon enough,” Carver said
with a grin.

  “And what does that mean for me?” Jett wasn’t so sure that she was going to be able to handle a shit ton of wolves. Damn. “Are you sure that they won’t be too pissed off that I’m half Vampire and half human? I’m kind of a mutt.”

  “You will be welcomed into the Pack. Yes, we’re not always on the best of terms with the Vampires, but it’s mostly because they are really the only ones that can provide us with a half decent fight now and again. Though,” he made a face, “I suppose I’m going to have to suck that particular detail up and put a stop to it all.”

  “What you really should worry about, Jett, are the unmated females who think they ever had a shot with Carver. They are vindictive, small, vicious, and petty little females that know how to use their verbal claws to draw more blood than physical ones ever could,” Tremayne said.

  “He does have a point. Don’t take anything the unmated females say to heart. They really will not be pleased by this, but they just never had that special it that is required to mate with me in particular. Like you have.”

  Jett shrugged, “Don’t worry. I’ll come to you if they try to get me to thinking something that I shouldn’t think. I will make sure that I always come to one of you should I think something is going on.” She shrugged. “However, the minute one of them tries to get naked with you, I will not be held accountable for my actions. I will likely rip her throat out.”

  “Probably wise,” Tremayne said with a snort. “They respect strength and being mated to the Alpha of the Pack means you need to show that. It doesn’t necessarily have to be physical, but not backing down or bowing to them is something you will need to remember. You’re top female of the Pack; no one has the right to belittle you or put you down or try to push you into anything.”

  Carver moved towards what appeared to be a kitchen and, coming back with bottles of water, made her guess correct. “He’s right. Elders deserve respect and my word here is law, but I will always ask for your opinion, want to hear your thoughts and will need to know where you stand on matters. No one, and I do mean no one, has that kind of unique power here but you.”

  “Thank you for that. I might have been brought up as a human, but that doesn’t matter. I will do what the hell ever I need to to keep my men. I might have just met you, but you are very important to me already. I will not let anyone stand in the way of that.” Period. End of discussion. She needed her guys, very, very much so.

  “Then you have nothing to worry about,” he told her. Passing her a bottle and the other going to Tremayne he took her hand. Guiding her to the sofa he sat and tugged her down next to him. “Now, fang boy there-” he chuckled.

  “Yes, just what will occur with me here?” Tremayne asked sitting down on the coffee table, one hand on her leg.

  “There might be a bit of tension in the beginning, but they’ll be taking their cues from me. So there shouldn’t be any issues, and if there is, someone will pay for the transgression. You have safe passage here, Tremayne, now and for the rest of time.”

  “Well, I would hope so, because he’s one of my mates as well,” Jett put in there. “I need for us all to be able to go where the others are able to. We are now a unit. We all need each other. Well, I need you two, and you need me. You might not need each other but you both need me and I damn sure need you both.”

  “We know, but still,” Tremayne looked to Carver. “You sure?”

  Carver gave a lazy looking shrug and leaned back, kicking his feet up onto the table near Tremayne’s hip. “Goes against every instinct I have, but it’s the right move. Plus it will make her happy, and that’s all that really matters. You know the rules, and I know you’ll abide by them.”

  “Of course.” Tremayne held out a hand. Carver stared at him a moment longer then took the hand, and they shook and held, tight from the looks of things. “In a show of good will, I grant you safe passage to all lands controlled by my family.”

  “Thanks,” the wolf tipped his head slightly. “Well,” he let go of the handshake and sat back with a grin. “Now that this feel good moment is over, who’s interested in food? Though I know fang boy doesn’t eat much given his age, what about you, darling? Would you like something to eat?”

  “I would love something to eat, please. I’m actually starving; it probably has something to do with all the calories we worked off.

  “And we shall continue to make you work them off.” Tremayne got to his feet and tugged her up to him, taking and setting aside her water at the same time. “I could use something to eat as well. It’s been a time since I last indulged, and since I doubt you’ll let me snack on the Pack, I should eat.”

  “No snacking on the Pack,” Carver said rolling his eyes. “Dude, that goes without saying. Besides, wasn’t it you who once said we taste a little too gamey for you?”

  “Certain ones definitely do,” he nodded then shrugged. “Depends on the age I think, like any other being.”

  Jett grinned, “I wouldn’t mind if you snacked on me.” She rather loved it when Tremayne bit into her; when he fed from her, so to speak. It made her come each and every time, as sad as that sounded. “I would like it, a great deal. That way you don’t have to go out for food, and I don’t have to get jealous of whomever you feed from.”

  The men shared a look before Tremayne looked down at her. “I will always feed from you unless there’s no other option. I rather enjoy biting into your deliciously sensual flesh,” he said. Leaning in closer, he brushed a kiss over her lips. “But that also means you need to eat regularly and drink a lot of fluids. We don’t want you weakened by my hunger for you.”

  “Don’t worry. I will eat more and drink a lot more. I will do whatever it takes so that I’m everything you boys need.” Reaching up she cupped Tremayne’s cheek and smiled. “Is it bad that I’m so jealous I don’t want anyone else to feed you? I want to be everything that you need and want, always.”

  “Not in the least,” he told her quietly. Pressing a kiss to her lips, he put his hands on her hips and dragged her closer. “You are everything to us both, Jett. Just be yourself, and that’s all we’ll ever need.” Another slow kiss and he lifted his head. “Let’s get you fed.”

  “Sounds good, then we can get you fed.” There was only a small pause before she added, “While you’re both fucking me. I want you both fucking me when we do finally come together again.” She loved being so full, having both of them inside of her the way that they both loved her.

  In a move too fast for even her eyes to track, he had her back in his arms again. His eyes glowed as he backed her towards the kitchen, his hands on her ass, his heavy erection rubbing against her belly. “I’ll gladly fuck you as I suck on your throat, my cock sliding deep into your sweet pussy again and again.”

  “Good,” Jett growled and moved in closer to him. “Good. I need you to do that. I want you to suck on my throat while fucking me.” She looked back at Carver and smiled, “And Carver pumping into my ass or fucking my mouth. Soon. Very soon.”

  “Definitely that sweet ass first,” he said with a grin. He walked closer and smacked her bottom lightly. “I don’t want to be anywhere near your teeth if you’re distracted, little mate. Especially if you’re being fucked hard and fast at the same time.”

  “You love fucking my ass, admit it,” Jett said with a laugh. “Which is totally fine because I love it too.” She loved the way that it felt, having both of them filling her. “So why don’t we feed me and then we see about getting naked?”

  “How about you get naked, then we feed you, then fuck you?” Carver asked. He pressed a kiss to her temple, “Or we could fuck you while we feed you. There are many options. And it’s all finger foods anyway, nothing hot or dangerous.”

  “Oh no. No eating and sex at the same time.” She knew that she wouldn’t be able to handle it. “I don’t want to get sick because of it, so I think food then fun times.” Jett loved teasing these men. God, she loved these men. “So feed me an
d then fuck me every which way possible?”

  “We will,” Tremayne said sliding his hands down her arms.

  Carver pulled back a little but rubbed a hand down her back to squeeze her ass gently. “Grab a seat, darling. I’ll get your plate so you can eat in peace. Tremayne, you’re welcome to whatever there is,” he said as his heat moved from her back.

  Jett watched Tremayne moving around and took a seat. “Do I get to sit on your lap?” She teased with a laugh. “Maybe that would be pushing it too far though, wouldn’t it?” she asked quietly. Taking a seat, she shifted slightly. “Okay, what are we eating?”

  Carver set her plate in front of her. “Wasn’t sure what you might like so I stuck with sandwiches, some cheese, and some fruit. Figured it would give you the best selection possible. And,” he set a glass before her. “It’s just some orange juice, sorry, not much else kicking around since I’ve been away for the last week.”

  “Sounds good. And don’t worry, orange juice is good for me, honey. Later we’ll figure out what all we need from the store for groceries, but for now, this is perfectly fine.” As long as she was eating something and drinking something she was happy. “Unless you think you can send someone to get groceries for us?” She had no idea how any of that would work. She knew that her dad never even went into the kitchens, but who knew?

  Chuckling he went back and grabbed his own plate. “We’ll go into town and do the shopping, that way we get what we want and no substitutes.”

  Tremayne sat down across from her with some bread, cheese, and fruit, no meat. He must have caught the question in her expression because he chuckled. “Meat, for a full Vampire, never quite tastes right unless it’s practically raw. And it has to be very fresh, as close to just being killed as possible.”

  “Ah, gotcha. Thank you for not eating raw meat around me.” She’d never been able to eat much meat; she was practically a vegetarian. “Maybe that’s why I’ve never really liked meat? I’m not saying I don’t like them, because I do, very much so, but sometimes I don’t like meat. I have to be in the mood for it. Does that make sense?”