Dante's Dream (14 page)

“Shit,
s
he feels so good
brother; I
don’t think I am go
i
ng to last
,
” Dante moaned
,
increasing his pace.  Jax wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted herself
up,
so he could go deeper and harder.  Dante took it as a sign she was ready
—
or
it could have been the demanding tone she was using when she screamed at him to fuck her.

Holding her hips and leaning back
,
he thrust into her, making her thrash her head on the pillow, crying out with her pleasure.  He went mad when she reached up and began to play with her breasts while he fucked her, and Brin played with her clit.  It was exotic and thrilling to see how much she enjoyed herself. 

“Come on
,
princess,
let's
fly together,” he panted and then thrust faster.  She was arching and meeting him with every
pass. 
 

Ja
x
could feel the sensation begin in her toes and slowly work up to her thighs a
s
they shook with anticipation and need.  Her pussy pulsing already, ready to feel her mate’s seed fill her up.

“Please, Dante, just a little more,” she cried and then flew apart when she felt the first burst from his cock inside her.  Calling out his name as she came
,
she continued to thrust as she milked him for every drop, her body craved it. 

“Fuck,” Dante said and she turned to Brin as Dante fell to the side.

“I still need you,”
s
he said feeling wonderful and yet still unfulfilled.  Not until she had both of her mate’s seed in her mixing would she be complete.

Brin grinned and pulled her up.
“Hands and knees baby
,
”
h
e
ordered,
and she complied, looking over her shoulder and twitching her ass at him.

“Oh yeah,” Brin said and caressed her ass
.
“One day I will fuck this while Dante is in this sweet pussy, and we will see how noisy you can be then.”

Fuck, her mate liked to talk dirty
.  She shivered and smiled when he pulled her hips back and pushed
her,
so she was down on her elbows, not really having anywhere to go.  Dante moved so his face was under
hers,
and he began to kiss her.

“That’s it
,
baby, kiss Dante while I fuck you.  Think about what it felt like when he was pounding into you, now it is me.  Do we feel the same?” Brin said and thrust into her with one stroke
.

Dante swallowed her cry of
surprise,
and then she sighed and shook her head.

“Yeah
,
we both make you feel good
,
right,
h
is cock and mine, each of us filling you, hitting that special spot.  I am gonna make sure you are screaming my name when we are done
,
” Brin said and withdrew and then thrust back into her.

With each pass
,
she was ready to do what he asked and call out his name.  Her toes felt nu
m
b from the
tingling,
and she pushed back against him, letting him know how eager she was.  H
e
reached around her and pressed his finger to her clit
,
not as gently as he had before
,
and she bucked.

“Yes, that’s right
,
baby, who is your mate?” Brin
said,
and she answered in her head.

‘
You and Dante are
’

Grunting his response
,
he held on tighter and pumped into her faster and faster until she thought she was going to pound her head into the headboard of the bed.  She felt Dante’s hand sneak under her and take over her clit while Brin grabbed both of her hips and held firm and began to move, pulling her back hard against him as he thrust into her.

Releasing Dante’s lips
,
she called out his name as she felt the tide flowing over her again.  And then Brin
came; her
pussy drank in his
seed,
and she felt a warm sizzle in her pussy.  They were one, mates, and she could feel everything they did and allow them to feel everything she did.  No secrets.  She could feel their acceptance and their joy at having found the one for them.  The three fell to the side panting and mumbling to each other
,
trying to come back to earth after that experience.

“Fuck, I hope no
ne
of our people felt that,” Brin said and Jax and Dante laughed.

“I know right, how would I ever meet their eyes over breakfast
.
”
Jax laughed.

“Easy
,
picture the
m
naked,” Dante said and Jax laughed harder.

“No thanks, the only ones I will be picturing naked in the future is you two
,”
s
he said.

“Thank the Gods,” Brin said and curled up on one side of Jax
,
while Dante took the
other,
and they fell into a very satisfied sleep.

The morning was not nearly as awkward as Jax thought.  Though the Guards did razz them a little, the trio took it in good fun and teased them back.  Jax was happy with the clothes that Brin had bought her.  He
even got
her
items
like a toothbrush and
hairbrush. 
 

She was going to color her hair back to its original blonde when they were in the next hotel.  Jax had laughed when both of her men asked her about it.  They seemed fascinated with her hair; it made her feel adored when they played with it.

When they checked out of the hotel and went to the car, Dante and Jax fought once again on who was sitting where.  Brin yelled at them like he had
before,
and Jax got into the back grumbling all about them being bossy men.  When they got to the ferry, Jax was bouncing in the back, excited about getting to see the mainland for the first time.

She told them she had only been to Ireland and England, her whole
life,
she had wanted to travel.  Now she was headed to
Italy; the
thought made her excited inside.  She was unable to block the
feelings,
and her mates teased her about it.  She stuck her tongue out and ignored them.

They got out of the cars and wandered the ferry, looking at the English coastline as it disappeared and waited for the mainland of Europe to appear.  She had convinced her mates to make a detour, pointing out that they were avoiding the main roads in order to stay under the radar.  So Paris was their next stop.  She wanted to eat breakfast at the base of the Eiffel Tower in the morning; croissants and coffee were on the menu while looking at the huge masterpiece.

Brin suggested a small shopping trip to the stores that were the most famous stores along the Champs Elysees.  She had no clue what she was in store for.  Brin and Dante grinned and looked at each other.  They would find a dress for her to wear to the announcement of their mating to their Pack and Clan.  A formality that Vampires adhered strictly.  It was the difference between shifters and Vampires, one of the main ones according to Dante as he spoke about his home.  Vampires were formal
whereas
the shifters were a little more lax and laid back.  Neither was right, but they would have to make a compromise.  Something he hoped that Orfeo had thought about. Once they were back on the road, Dante made lists of things to do, talking with his mates and arranging what he thought was necessary, while also giving Orfeo updates.

They stopped at another quaint village for lunch and were happy to see that they were not stared at this time.  It was probably because they were not all wearing black like before.  Jax
insisted on
it.  The men looked a little uncomfortable in their bright t-shirts she purchased for them at the shop before they got on the ferry, but they wore them.

Jax teased them all that she felt like a Princess with a harem.  It was a joke between the
Guards, who she would choose as
the lead consorts.  The long drive was time enough for them to actually get to know one another better.  Though they still argued over the music and the seating arrangements.  Brin only had to warn them three times to settle down and stop
fighting. 
 

As Brin drove them closer to Paris, the excitement in the car grew, mostly from Jax, but Brin and Dante would admit when confronted that they were excited about having their mate to themselves again in the ‘City of Love’.  Dante had arranged for them to have a special dinner ready and waiting for them when they arrived to their posh hotel.  Who cared if they splurged a little during the trip, Dante had promised himself when he found a mate, he would spoil her.  Now he had two, and although Brin was a male, he still felt good when he saw his friend’s face when they entered their suite.

It was
huge; the
large sitting room decorated in rich reds and
gold’s
.  Making it seem like a room fit for the
Princess
Jax would be treated like.  The floor to ceiling windows were hidden by a filmy gold sheer, and when they stepped onto the patio of the room.  The view was absolutely breathtaking.  The Eiffel Tower was off to the side, and they could see the Arc de
Triumph; it
was gorgeous.  They could feel the electricity in the air.

Jax turned to her mates and grinned.  Dante took her face in his hands and kissed her gently.  Then Brin pulled her to him and did the same.  She felt like the luckiest woman in the world right then.  A knock on the door made them all enter the room again.  Dante went to answer it while Brin and Jax wandered into the large bedroom.  It held a tall four-poster bed, in the same deep red colors, with a splash of blue thrown in.   The effect was regal, like the rest of the room.  Jax laughed and said.

“Maybe we should change into our best clothes to wear in this room,” she said and pointed to her jeans.

“Nah, even royalty can wear jeans,” Brin said and wrapped her in his arms and looked down at her. 

She could only grin up at him and allow her feelings to expand and encompass them.  Thank goodness, she was not projecting to everyone anymore.  She had tried several times on the ride to Paris, but when she spoke to them mentally, they said they had felt nothing, the only time they did was when she concentrated specifically on the person and passed along a feeling of peace.  It was relaxing to know they were the only ones who actually could feel what she was, unless she wanted them too.     

“So what shall we ever do in the ‘City of Love’?” Brin said and kissed her nose.

“I can think of a few things,” Jax teased and ran her tongue along the seam of his mouth.  He caught it in his teeth and bit gently.  Laughing, she pulled back and then stood on her tiptoes and kissed him in earnest.  She would never get tired of the feel of both of her mates’ lips.  They were so different.  Dante’s firm and demanding every time she kissed him, while Brin was softer, and he teased more.

“Dinner,” Dante said from the doorway.  “Or possibly dessert?”

The
two broke apart and laughed.  “No way, I am starving, if you want a piece of this, you have to feed me first.”

***

“Where the fuck are they?” Diavolo yelled in the phone frustrated they had not been able to find the stupid wolves after they had disappeared from Blackpool.  One of the Rogues had caught wind of the
lawyer, who
was claiming to be the Council to the Magical community.

“Sire, they have disappeared.  We have about seven to eight trails all running out of the city, to where we have no clue,” dumbass one said.

“I don’t care what the fuck you have to do, you need to pick a trail and follow it.  I know where the hell they are going, dipshit.  I need to catch them before they arrive.”  Diavolo gritted into the phone.

“Yes Sire,” dumbass said.  Diavolo really had no time to learn their
names;
so far he had killed three of the people he had under him because they were so useless.  With that turnover rate, he would be too confused to make his plans for learning names.

Diavolo slammed his phone down and looked at the map that lay in front of them.  None of them took a plane.  He was sure of that.  Well, at least none of the important people had.  He could not say about normal Pack members, because he wanted Jax.  She was the key.

The informer they had in the Denver Pack told them she had called numerous times asking about White Wolfs, Roarke had called him screaming that they had overlooked something extremely important last night.  The Alpha’s female daughter was the new Alpha of the
Pack,
and she was possibly a White Wolf, or they had one in their Pack.  The possibilities were endless if they could get the White Wolf in their
control. 
 

Jo had amazing abilities and they had her in their care, and never knew.  Now a second one slipped between their
fingers,
and Roarke was fit to be tied.  It was the
first
time Diavolo
was a little worried about what the man could do to his plans.  The sick little fuck would love to mess with him, if he thought that Diavolo was doing something he didn’t approve of or
like. 
 

The man was a fucking control freak, and his sister was a bitch on wheels who needed a
god's
damn collar.  She continued to convince Roarke to question his motives.  Now that he was not on the same continent as the two, he felt a little better.  If things went south, he had his own people over here.  Roarke may know a lot of people in the States, but he knew practically no one in
Europe. This
was his domain, and if the asshole had a chance of his plan coming off, he needed him.

It was something that he was going to have to remind the man of soon.  Diavolo was getting sick of those phone calls where he was yelled at.
He was feeling like a child who had his hand slapped in the cookie jar, and that was unacceptable.

Looking at the map again, he wondered.  Orfeo and his so-called mates had not received any new visitors yet, so they had to be traveling.  If he figured in the time and shit, they had to be within his reach still.  Another two days drive, unless they took a smaller plane from one of the smaller airfields. 

Picking up his phone, Diavolo began to call in some favors of rich assholes who were either frightened of him or owed him money.  Either way, they were people who would be able to help him find out where they were.