by Ellis Leigh
“It’s Tripp’s night,” Dalton said, coming up behind me and handing his phone to Cade. “Quinn’s on the line.”
Cade held my gaze for a little longer, looking almost ready to eat me for dinner. “You surprise me at every turn, fox.” And then he was off, pacing again as he spoke into the phone. “I need a 3-D rendering of the security cameras and motion detectors. Sort of a trace of their viewpoints. Our little fox here said something about a web, and I think that might be our answer. We’ve been looking at everything in two dimensions instead of three.”
For the next few hours, Cade and Quinn worked together on the various alarms and feeds, using their computers to manipulate the devices they could. Sending Matthew and Garrett out to manually adjust the ones they couldn’t. I spent that time on Dalton’s lap, warm and safe in his arms. Happy, too. I’d been helpful. I’d given my stallions another layer of security by thinking about webs and that hot actress’s ass as she’d moved through those laser beams. It had been the highlight of the movie—unforgettable to see her twist and turn and bend all over the screen. Thank goodness for tight pants and great curves.
But even the excitement of the new security web couldn’t keep me awake all night, and Dalton was just so warm and comfortable. I remembered listening to Cade and Quinn argue about a particular angle for a camera on the barn as I fought to keep my eyes open, and then there was a long stretch of nothing. I awoke suddenly, curled up in a chair alone, the lights on the alarm board glowing softly nearby. It took me a moment to get my bearings, to figure out where I was and what was going on. Cade and Dalton. The basement. They do everything together.
So, what were they doing?
A rhythmic sort of sound crept through the basement—nothing too loud or distinctive—but the addition of grunts and moans told me I’d see something naughty if I looked. Something the men might be doing on the other side of the room. Were they together? Solo? That moan sounded like Cade…not sure how I knew that, but I did. I could tell them apart by the simplest sounds, the way they stepped, the way their bodies moved. I knew the tone of that needy groan. I wanted to know what was happening, what had him sounding so pained and pleasured. What he could possibly be doing that had him grunting and smacking and… I quickly grew wet at the ideas running through my head. So very wet simply because of the sounds the men made, and I wanted to look. To see.
So I did.
I peeked under my arm, not wanting to move and give myself away. Feeling very much like Quinn with his voyeuristic tendencies. I told myself I’d take just a quick glance, but when I actually saw what was happening, I knew there was no way I could stop watching.
Cade.
With his very long, very hard, very pierced cock in his hand.
Stroking it.
His fist gripped his flesh in a steely grasp, nearly strangling it on every pull. That little bow tie of a piercing glittered in the light, subtle and small but obvious. At least to me…I’d been thinking about it since I saw it the first time. Been wondering what it would be like to touch it, kiss it, feel it inside me.
With every stroke up, the head of his dick grew darker, more filled with blood. And with every pull down, his one leg shook. Trembled. He was so ready to come.
And Dalton? He sat in a chair not five feet from Cade. Watching him. Pants off and one ankle crossed over his knee, cock in hand. Stroking all lazy and slow. The exact opposite of the way Cade was doing the same thing. As if he was savoring more than rushing, as if he enjoyed the tease more than the release. At least for the moment.
I watched and I grew hotter. Wetter between my legs. My skin flushed, and my nipples hardened almost painfully. I wanted to join them, to climb onto Dalton’s lap and ride that hard cock until he couldn’t stop from coming inside me. Wanted to take Cade in my mouth and flick my tongue against that little bow tie. I wanted both my stallions at once because they did everything together. But I couldn’t move. Couldn’t break up the scene across the room. I could only watch and want and crave.
I nearly slipped my hand between my legs when Cade sped up his movements, when he cursed and dropped his chin to his chest with a groan that almost made me come. When his hand flew over his cock, still gripping hard. And when he came, when he growled long and harsh, tilting his head back as thick white come wet his hand, I almost did too. So close. One touch of my clit, and I’d go off. I knew it, which was why I couldn’t reach under my dress to tease myself. There was no way I could be silent.
Dalton rose from his seat, handing Cade a towel before grabbing him by the neck and pulling him in for a kiss. A strong, masculine, dangerous sort of kiss that looked almost painful and yet so completely them. They do everything together. I was so turned on by the brutality of the act, the roughness of it, that I didn’t even think I’d need a single touch to get off. If they kept that up, I’d be coming with no manual stimulation whatsoever.
But even the best kisses must come to an end. The two men broke apart, whispering softly as they cleaned themselves up. As they moved back across the room. Toward me. I closed my eyes and pretended to still be asleep, not knowing how much they would have wanted me to see. If anything. That might have been a private moment—something I wasn’t mean to see at all. Something just between them.
“She made me so hard.” Dalton’s voice reached me first, soft but clear. And obviously talking about me. “That ass in my lap all night about wrecked me, and the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties definitely didn’t help matters. I could feel her heat against my thigh all damn night. I was ready to slip inside her hours ago.”
“Control, Dalton,” Cade said, sounding much closer than I would have expected. Strong arms slipped underneath me suddenly, lifting me against a warm chest as the words continued rumbling through the quiet. “Liam’s rules were clear—this should have been Tripp’s night, so we can’t have her. Tomorrow, she’s ours.”
He set me down on a bed, pulling a blanket over my shoulders as Dalton climbed in across from me. Cade’s footsteps grew quieter—walking away—while Dalton wrapped me in his arms and pulled me close. Whispering against my hair as he cuddled me.
“A few more hours, princess. I know you’re as hot as I’ve been all night, but we have to wait. Cade and I will fuck you good in just a few hours.”
I gripped his arms, tugging him against me. Not caring that he knew I was awake…that I’d watched. Not caring about anything except his promise to fuck me good in a few hours.
I could hardly wait.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Hot. I woke up for the second time so darn hot. No wonder. Overnight, I’d become the meat in a stallion sandwich. I’d wrapped myself around Cade, my head resting on his chest and my legs tangled with his. Dalton lay at my back, pressing himself against me. Hanging on to my body as if afraid I might disappear. Not that there was any way to do that—not with a sexy stallion on either side of me.
But seriously, I was so hot. I shifted slightly, trying to determine how to extricate myself from their hold. Failing horribly at that task. But the room felt sweltering. I needed to escape.
Cade sighed and tugged me closer, making me even more uncomfortable. “Sleep, woman. While you can.”
A hum sounded from behind me. “There’s no rush this morning, princess. Get some more sleep.”
Dalton’s heavy hand rubbed along my hip, pulling me even closer. Letting me feel his morning wood. Reminding me that I was theirs today. All day. Yet I felt too hot and almost itchy to even think about those possibilities. I needed air.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I said, patting Cade’s arm until he rolled onto his back so I could crawl over him. Those ice-blue eyes met mine when I straddled him, my one leg reaching for the floor, the other lagging behind. My pussy landing square on that ridge. He was so damn hard and thick. Something I nearly whimpered about. But he looked tired, and I wanted to clean up before we did anything at all. So I kissed his cheek and whispered, “Sleep, my mate. You need to rest.”
/> And then I hopped out of bed and headed for the bathroom at the far end of their room. I took one glance back at my men before heading inside, one peek before closing myself off from them. They both had stayed in bed, not snuggling really, but connected. Bodies touching. So comfortable already, so familiar with one another. I had no idea how I was going to fit into their relationship.
A thought I brushed away almost before it had even finished swirling through my mind.
They wanted me, wanted to share me between them. I may not have had multiple partners at once before, but I would figure it out. They’d teach me.
I couldn’t wait for them to start teaching me.
The warm water raining down on me did a lot to clear my head and wake me up, though it also caused the heat building inside of me to burn brighter. I turned the temperature lower. And again. And again until I stood under a cold spray of water. No matter how cool the water was, my body felt too hot, my skin too tight. I needed something, and a shower wasn’t it. This heat came from somewhere inside of me, somewhere deep within my instincts and needs. This heat was practically a force of nature.
I needed my men. My stallions. I needed to get off and to get them off, needed to feel them inside of me, on top of me, all over me. I needed to be surrounded by their scent and their skin, to wear nothing but their breaths and their words. I needed all of it.
And that was how I knew I’d gone into a mating heat cycle.
My fox paced in my mind, too worked up to sit still. Wanting to get outside and run. To force her mates to chase her through the woods then let them catch her and pin her down. Fox shifters didn’t go into heat as often as some of the other breeds, but I’d been through this a few times. I knew what was coming and what would satisfy the ache that would only be growing stronger.
Thankfully, I had seven big, strong mates to help me through the next couple of days. Heck, if Cade and Dalton had been awake, they probably would have smelled the heat on me already. They would have known how much I needed them to pleasure me. But I wanted them to sleep, so I was alone. Without a single toy in sight. In a shower but without a removable shower head. Definitely not a single woman’s bathroom.
Unable to stop myself, I slipped a hand between my legs and ran my fingers over my clit. Sparks shot up my abdomen and spine, making me shiver. Making me gasp quietly. I could do this—I liked my toys and things, but I’d made myself orgasm with just my hand before. And then, once I came and gave myself a little breathing room, I could hunt down my men. It was Cade and Dalton’s day, after all. They’d care for me. I just needed to take the edge off so I didn’t attack them as soon as I walked out of the bathroom.
I was leaning against the wall of the shower—one hand against my mouth to keep from calling out and the other buried between my legs, three fingers deep inside myself—when the shower door suddenly opened.
“Would you look at this?” Dalton said, eyeing me. Looking so damn rough and male and sexy. “Our princess needed our cocks but was too shy to say anything. Is that what’s going on here?”
Cade pushed past him, grabbing my arm and tugging it from between my legs as he towered over me. “It’s our day.”
But I’d been so close. “I…it’s just—”
“You think we don’t know you’ve gone into heat, woman?” Cade leaned over me, licking up the length of my wet fingers and growling. “We could smell you from the bed. You’re in need, and we’ve come to satisfy you.”
Oh my. I melted into him, darting a look to Dalton. Holding one and watching another. Cade—my big, strong soldier of a man—took complete control, pinning me to the wall and shoving his roughened hand against my pussy. Making me call out and quake as he attacked my clit.
“She’s good and wet, D. I think she’s ready for us.”
I was. I so was. But before I could answer, Cade pulled me from the wall and shoved me backward, forcing me against Dalton’s hard chest. The water rained down on all of us, cooler than it needed to be and yet adding to the moment. Making everything seem more intimate, more secret. As if the shower would cover all the dirty words that wanted to spill from my lips and hide the fact that I stood naked with two men.
Dalton grabbed my breast from behind me, squeezing nice and tight as he rocked his hard dick against my ass. “You ready for me, princess? Is that pussy wet enough for me to slide this big cock inside?” He bent over me, dropping a kiss along my jaw before whispering, “You’re going to have both of us on you. All over you. Eventually, you’ll have both of us inside you. I bet my little fox loves that idea. Two big stallions fucking your greedy holes as you bliss out between them. I bet you want us to use you so hard.”
Oh hell.
“Yes,” I gasped, spreading my legs wider as he directed his cock between my thighs. “I want that. So much.”
“We’ll get there,” Cade said, dropping to his knees before me. “Right now, you need to come. Why were you suffering alone when you could have ridden any one of your herd’s cocks?”
I could barely think, let alone remember, But I did because my mate wanted me to. Was waiting on my answer. “It’s your day—you and Dalton—but I wanted to let you sleep.”
Cade looked up at me, his ice-blue eyes piercing, before flicking a glance over my shoulder. His hands gripped my thighs tight as he growled, “If you need to be fucked, you wake me up. Understand?”
I nodded, unable to speak as Dalton slid his heavy cock inside of me. That had been the glance over my shoulder—Cade’s way of telling Dalton to go. And Dalton followed that unspoken direction, moving slow, so very slow. I closed my eyes and bent over slightly, giving him room. Wanting more of him. Wanting hard and fast and balls deep. But he took his time, teasing me as he rocked himself in and out, in and out, sliding deeper every time. Not nearly deep enough.
“Our girl needs more,” Cade said as he spread two fingers and dragged them over my entrance, teasing me and Dalton at the same time. “This isn’t the time to be playful, D.”
“Got it.” Dalton grunted and slammed home, almost knocking me off my feet as he filled me with his cock. And my god was it glorious. The stretch, the power of his thrust—I could have come right then. Could have screamed his name and clenched around him, milking his cock with my pussy. But I didn’t because Cade—that filthy fucking stallion—maneuvered himself between my thighs and clamped his lips around my clit. As Dalton pounded into me from behind, Cade suckled me to the point of pain. To the point of bare, unfiltered need.
To the point that I was coming all over Dalton’s dick in less time than I could have possibly imagined.
Neither man stopped, though. They didn’t give me a break from the sensations at all, at least not until Dalton came with a full-body shudder and a growl worthy of any predator shifter.
As Dalton eased back, Cade rose to his feet, grabbing me by the hips and flipping me around. Pushing me into a slight bend as he directed his cock into me. Rough and fast and totally in control. Not at all gentle. I loved it. I also loved the twinge from the metal barbell embedded in his flesh. A totally new sensation and one that I hoped to experience again. Slower. At a time when I could savor the feeling of it.
Now was not that time.
“You want more, woman? Suck him. Bend over and wrap those dick-tease lips around his cock.” Cade grunted and fucked into me harder, one hand dropping down to tease my clit. And Dalton? He looked desperate for me—already heated and wanting, even though he’d just come. The scent of my heat filled the steamy space, likely adding to his impressive recovery. Males went insane over females in heat in the fox world—chased their mates down and fucked them until they could barely move. All because of that warm, luscious scent. My stallions didn’t seem immune to it either.
“Waverley,” Dalton said, gritting his teeth. Looking just as wild and out of control as I felt. I knew what he wanted, what he needed. So as Cade tortured my pussy with his hand and his cock, I did what I’d been told to do. Bent at the waist and took Dalton righ
t into my mouth. He tasted like me—like us—something that had me moaning and sucking harder, wanting to get to just him. Wanting to take him into my throat and taste his come on my tongue.
“Fuck, princess. Your mouth is so damn hot.” Dalton grabbed my shoulders and pushed deeper, fucking my mouth slowly. Not pushing too hard or too fast as we both got used to the size and depth. Cade had slowed down as well, giving us time to adjust, though he kept that bastard finger against my clit, kept flicking over my bundle of nerves and making me shake while his cock sat buried inside of me.
I wasn’t in the mood to be a passive lover, though.
Grabbing Dalton by the hips, I yanked him closer. Bringing him deep inside my mouth. I rolled my hips against Cade at the same time, trying to make him move. To take him deeper, to fuck him instead of the other way around. He seemed to take the hint, pounding into me nice and hard, grunting as his balls slapped against my ass and his fingers pinched my clit.
“She’s a little cock slut,” Cade said, groaning loudly as I clenched my pussy around his length. “Fuck me, our woman likes the dick. You like getting fucked, Waverley? Because you’re in the right place if you do. Dalton and I have two big dicks for you to take—your pussy, your mouth, your ass. Whatever you want.”
“Not gonna last.” Dalton grabbed my head and held me in place as he rocked his hips, as he fucked my face. Taking from me and not giving me a break for a single second. And I loved it. “Fucking mouth is too good. So hot and wet. Almost as good as that sweet pussy.”
“Sweet is right. You should get a taste of her next time. She was sweet as sugar dripping down my chin.” Cade ground deep, pressing hard on my clit. “Tug on his balls, woman. He likes that. He’ll come all down your throat if you give him a good pull.”
I did as directed, grabbing Dalton by the balls and tugging. Harder than I normally would have, but I was out of control at that point. So close to coming, I couldn’t see straight. So filled from both ends, I couldn’t do anything but feel and do whatever my stallions wanted me to.