Free Jericho Junction by Marie Harte Page A

hair shone like a beacon in the night. He whispered something to Anya then stepped away and motioned for Jericho to approach.
    “Hold on a minute.” Cranky, frustrated, and pretty sure he’d somehow fallen in love with these two, Jericho needed a moment to process it all.
    But Seino and Anya had other ideas. Seino snapped his fingers and Jericho’s arms were yanked behind him. He felt cold steel wrap around his wrists.
    Anya circled to his front and went down on her knees. She winked up at him. “So naughty, Jericho. Not listening to Seino.”
    “He’s not in charge of me.” Jericho groaned when she closed her mouth over him. That sweet little tongue of hers danced over his cockhead and pushed into his slit. “Oh, Anya. Suck it harder. Good girl. So good.”
    Seino stood watching, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his smile wide. And dark.
    “You’re a bastard, you know that?” Jericho tried to sound meaner, but with Anya pulling him into an orgasm with that mouth, he could barely think.
    “You need to know your place, bear.” Seino moved behind Anya, his cock level with her cheeks. “Anya, love, now me.”
    The woman left him, high and dry, and turned to take Seino between her plump lips.
    Watching her suck Seino, seeing the large male tilt his head back and sigh with pleasure, made it worse. Jericho wanted to fuck him. To fuck her. To come with both of them and start it all over again.
    “You’ve a gifted tongue,” Seino murmured in a husky voice. His blood-red gaze met Jericho’s. “Doesn’t she?” Then he reached out and grazed Jericho’s cock with a finger. “She made you quite hard.”
    “Fuck. Seino, quit playing. Anya, baby, I need you.”
    Seino shook his head. “Our mate knows her place. Frisky, fierce, yet submissive when it counts.” He jerked and sighed. “Swallow it all. Oh yes.”
    Jericho tried to move forward and found his ankles bound in restraints. They didn’t look tied to anything, but again, he couldn’t move. “Your magic. You’re cheating.”
    “Whatever it takes to win, Jericho.” Seino gave him a sleepy smile. “My, that is one thick cock. You’re wet, too. I believe you need to come, don’t you?” Seino took Jericho in his hand and squeezed.
    The agony of need prodded Jericho to relent, but he sensed if he did, he’d be giving something away he’d never get back.
    Seino’s expression eased. “Lover, you need not fear. My heart and soul is already in your keeping, and in hers.” Seino caressed Anya’s hair and withdrew from her lips. Still large and shiny, he didn’t look as if he’d just come. “But I did.”
    Jericho groaned. “I give up. You won’t stay out of my mind.”
    “Or your heart. Look deep, bear. You’ll see I’m already in there. You have only to accept me, fully. You’ve already taken to Anya, but you’re not altogether there yet. We three are bonded, Jericho. By magic, by Banathmae, by fate. We’re stronger than anything out there. As one, we will defeat our enemies and protect our people.”
    The mission came flashing back in his mind, and he didn’t know how he could have for one second forgotten the danger that lay beyond the woods.
    “You forget nothing. Your magic knows the truth. Safety and risk both lie this way. With us.”
    Anya stood, her eyes bright with lust, and what Jericho suspected might be love.
    “I just—I don’t think I can be what you want me to be. I’m not a doormat.” Jericho growled with frustration. “Yeah, you’re sexy. Both of you, I admit. Anya takes what I am, she’s accepted me. But you…”
    “I demand you to be all you truly are,” Seino said softly. “You’re a Dark Walker. Kin, Jericho. You are more than bear. And you’re more than the dominant male you assume yourself to be.” Seino took a step closer, until his body brushed Jericho’s. “You find great pleasure in letting go, mate. Trust me. I’ll catch you when you fall. I’ll be here.”
    “And so will I,” Anya