Wicked Intentions (On Hold)

Chapter Eleven

Waking up in the evening the next day Tempest felt completely refreshed, she hadn’t ever needed to sleep this much. It was true then, what the elders said about the mating, it took a lot of energy to make the mental connections with your mates. The females were even more tired than the males because they had more than one mental connection to make, even though the full connection wasn’t made until the final mating. She stretched and shivered at the delicious soreness she was feeling. She smiled as one of her mate’s hands began to travel up her leg. Opening her eyes she saw Asher smirking down from above her; she whimpered and shifted her body under his hand, wincing at the twinge of pain that came from her nether regions.

Asher’s brow wrinkled with worry, “Are you okay, I was too rough wasn’t I? God, I am so sorry.”

Tempest rolled so that she was on top of him and stared down into his icy blue eyes, “Did you hear me complain? No, I didn’t, I loved how rough you were.” She kissed the corner of his mouth, savoring the feeling of his scratchy whiskers. “I loved every minute of it.”

Looking around the room she asked, “Where are Cain and Lucian?”

Sighing Asher sat up while playing with her hair, “They had to wrap up a few loose ends in the town before we leave to find the mage.”

Tempest stiffened, she had forgotten about Zack. Swallowing lightly she stood up and said, “We better get ready.”

Padding across the soft carpet she walked into the bathroom. Standing next to the mirror she smiled when she saw the marks on her neck. The bite marks had disappeared, although her mate’s scents would always be ingrained in her skin. Now there were three paw print tattoos, one on her shoulder and one on each side of her neck, although they weren’t s’ink, they could never be removed. Each paw print had one of her mate’s names in it.

She quickly changed into some black shorts, a purple t-shirt and tennis shoes; she then braided her hair over one shoulder. Tempest loved her hair, even in a braid it reached her hip, finally finished she raced back into the bedroom to see Asher in a black muscle shirt and basketball shorts propped casually on their bed. Running up to him she could see her mark sitting proudly on his bicep; her bite had disappeared as well, in return her name encircled his arm with branches that looked like her s’ink sprouting out of it. Pressing her fingers against the mark she smirked as Asher’s eyes glazed over and he moaned deeply; it looked like her his mark was sensitive to her.

Drawing her hand away she looked up into Asher’s heated gaze, he had a predatory smile on his face. Backing up slowly she cautioned Asher, “Now think about whatever you plan on doing, don’t do anything rash.”

Asher ran at her, never breaking stride he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Colors blurred as he picked up speed and before she could comprehend what was happening they were already at the landing strip for the jets. Asher ripped the door open and strode into the main chamber.

Cain and Lucian looked up from where they were leaned over a map and took in their youngest brother holding their mate over his shoulders.

Grinning Cain asked, “What did she do this time brother?”

“Well,” Asher grunted while dropping Tempest onto the couch, “Turns out your mate mark is very responsive to your mate’s touch. I almost came when she touched me, which she took great pleasure in doing, I wonder what would happen if all three mates touched hers?”

Lucian and Cain straightened to attention almost immediately, “Yes, what would happen?”

Tempest whimpered, “That’s not necessary, I’m sure whatever you were doing was quiet important.” Jumping over a couch she tried to keep it in between herself and her mates and some sort of shield.