Staking Their Claim

by Rebecca Airies

  “Did you have any more cramps after that?” Dawson lifted her hand and put it on his thigh.

  She smiled at him. “Yeah, I did once I was in the living room moving things around.”

  “And you didn’t come tell me?” Dawson tightened his fingers briefly.

  “No, I didn’t think it was anything to worry about. Maybe a little stomach upset, because the change wasn’t supposed to be more than a little discomfort during the actual change.” She gripped his thigh and released. “And the change wasn’t that uncomfortable at all. I actually expected more. A surge of energy and a pushing and pulling. The tail was weird as it came out.”

  “Well, you were definitely nesting.” Ethan nodded. “Why did you change up the front room?”

  “The room was all wrong. The couch needed to be by the wall. Everything needed to be moved. After I finished with that I planned to make us dessert, something rich and creamy that I could spread on you. But I didn’t get that far.” She yawned. And no energy for that now.

  “Something creamy would have been nice, but I don’t think you would be the only one spreading it places. We’ll definitely try that some other night.” Ethan pulled up to the drive-through window.

  “Did you finish changing the room?” Griffin asked.

  “No, I transformed before I did.” She shrugged.

  “Will you want to continue or put it all back the way it was?” Dawson lifted her hand to his lips.

  “I don’t know. I’ll have to see how I feel tomorrow, because I’m too tired. I’ll eat so that you don’t call in Maggie or take pictures of me yourself if it happens and then sleep for the next day or so.” She leaned her head back against the cushioned seat.

  “You won’t sleep as long as you think, but you will probably wake a little later than normal.” Ethan grinned and turned onto their street.

  “Eh, we’ll see. I can’t imagine waking up even after twelve hours.” She shook her head.

  When Ethan pulled in, she straightened and shook her head a little. Better wake up enough to at least eat. They wouldn’t let her sleep if she didn’t. Three demanding men. Would she ever learn to handle those pushy men?

  They took the food into the kitchen. Dawson pulled out some plates. Griffin grabbed forks while Ethan pulled out the food. The aroma of fried chicken filled the air, teasing her. She perked up a little. Okay, maybe she was hungry.

  She ate what was put on her plate and grabbed another drumstick when she finished. They’d been right, but they didn’t need to know. Leaning back, she closed her eyes.

  “Peaches, why don’t you go to bed. We’ll finish cleaning up in here and join you. You’re tired.” Ethan massaged her shoulders.

  “I should help you out.” She blinked and stood.

  “Peaches, go to bed. We can handle this.” Dawson turned her to the door and gave her a light push.

  If she had the energy to argue, she would. She headed to bed. Stumbling into the bedroom, she stopped at the dresser and grabbed a nightshirt. No way was she sleeping in her clothes. After she changed and cleaned up, she staggered to bed. She dropped onto the bed, snuggled her head against the pillow, and closed her eyes. Hopefully, they could get through the night without more trouble.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Warmth blanketed two sides of her. Penny drew in a deep breath. She pointed her toes, stretching a little. At least two of them lingered in bed. Are they still sleeping? She turned and Ethan smiled. His brown eyes gleamed.

  “It’s about time you woke up, peaches. I’ve been waiting to see those gorgeous hazel eyes looking at me.” His palm settled on her stomach and slowly stroked in circles.

  “What time is it? How long have you waited?” She rose on one elbow and tried to raise up to look at the clock on the nightstand.

  “Time for you to give me a kiss.” Dawson curled an arm around her and tugged her over. She flopped onto her back. Silly man, all he had to do was ask.

  “Well, come on down here and I’ll give you what you need.” She stroked her fingers over the sharp blade of his cheekbone.

  “Um, more than happy to do that.” Dawson leaned down.

  His mouth ghosted over hers in a soft joining. She lapped at his lip, teasing and tasting. Salty and delicious, the taste lured her closer. His hand slipped under her head, drawing her closer as the joining deepened. It pulled her under and she didn’t even try to fight.

  When they broke apart, she hauled in a shaky breath. Damn, they had such a strong effect on her. Hopefully, it was the same for them.

  “It’s ten thirty, peaches. Later than you normally sleep, but not over twelve hours.” Ethan grazed his fingers over her cheek.

  “If you’ve both been awake for a while, why are you still in bed with me?” She glanced from one man to the other. The two of them were definitely up to something. She slid her gaze down Ethan’s chest to the spot where the sheet covered his legs and tented. Or maybe for something.

  “Peaches, you told us that we were in trouble because we called Maggie last night. We wanted to make it up to you.” Dawson traced his fingers over her shoulder and down her chest. His fingers flicked over the nipple beneath the thin material.

  Electricity shot through her and she tensed. Such a tease.

  “You wanted to make it up to me. Maybe you should apologize, make me breakfast, or something. That might put me in a better mood.” She raised a brow. Sex wouldn’t get them out of trouble. At least, not every time.

  “Peaches, I can promise you’ll be in the absolutely best mood by the time that we finish apologizing.” Ethan laughed. “And I’d do it again to make you see the truth if it would keep you safe.”

  “That doesn’t sound like an apology.” She frowned and put a hand on his chest. “And where’s Griffin. He came to bed last night. I heard him tell me good night. At least, I think I did.”

  “You did hear that. He went in to work to catch up on a few things that piled up after the fire. He’ll have to come up with his own apology.” Dawson tugged at the neckline of her shirt. “How much do you like this nightgown, because it’s really getting in the way?”

  “I like this shirt.” She scowled at him, but her lips trembled.

  “Sit up then, peaches. We’ll apologize.” Ethan slipped an arm underneath her.

  She sat up. He grabbed the bottom of her shirt and tugged it over her head. Once it popped free, she lowered her arms.

  “So what do you have in mind?” She drew her fingers over his chest. It better be good.

  “You just lay back and enjoy. We’ll do all the work.” Dawson tugged on her shoulder.

  She sprawled on the bed. The two men loomed over her. Dawson kissed her shoulder and then her chest. Ethan feathered his lips over hers, but pulled away before the kiss could deepen. She reached for him. He moved down her body. She widened her thighs. Maybe she’d take the apology this way.

  He eased between her thighs and pressed a kiss on the inside of her legs, first the right and then the left. She drew in a shaky breath. This had promise.

  He inhaled and glanced up. “I think you’re a little more interested in our apology than you want to admit.”

  “This taut little nipple seems to want more than a light touch.” Dawson feathered his fingers over the hardened peak.

  “I’m not quite sure. Maybe you should convince me this is what I need.” She smoothed her hand over the back of Dawson’s head. Yeah, she wanted them to tease and taste a little more.

  “We’ll convince you, peaches. You’ll beg us to send you over the edge.” Ethan grazed his teeth over her thigh.

  Fuck, maybe prodding them wasn’t a good idea. She wanted pleasure, not torment.

  He swiped his tongue over her folds. She shivered. He lapped at her and his tongue struck her clit over and over. A cry tore from her throat as her body tightened. She arched.

  Dawson nipped at her nipple. A spiking heat arrowed through her. She tightened her fingers on the back of his neck, trying to draw him closer t
o her. He couldn’t tease her like that and just leave her. His lips closed around the peak, drawing it into his mouth. He sucked. She arched. So good.

  Two fingers slipped into her pussy. Her inner muscles clenched, as if trying to draw him deeper. Ethan’s teeth grazed over her clit. She moaned. The spiraling ball of need coiled tighter. She clutched the sheet beneath her. Fuck.

  “Yes, that’s it, peaches. Let us hear what you like. You’re nowhere near finished.” Dawson cupped her breast and pinched the nipple.

  “You know what I like.” She tightened her fingers on the back of his neck.

  He chuckled and breath puffed over her stiff peak. Sparks streaked through her.

  “Yes, we do. I know you like it when I do this.” Ethan pushed his fingers into her sheath slowly.

  She tensed and wriggled. “Yes.”

  Dawson’s lips closed over the peak again. He nipped the tip and sucked on the peak. Sizzling waves battered at her.

  Ethan thrust his fingers into her. His tongue lapped at her clit. She slipped her fingers into his hair, holding him tighter. He curled his fingers. Electricity surged through her as he strummed that spot. Her body bowed upward. He sucked at the sensitive nub.

  Pleasure rolled through her. She shivered. Their mouths continued working at her. Teeth scraped and fingers plucked.

  “That was beautiful, peaches. I want to see it again.” Dawson plucked at her nipple.

  She pulled at Dawson. He pinched her other nipple. She gasped. Ethan pushed his fingers into her. As his fingers glided over her sensitive tissues, tingling shards burst inside her. She braced her foot on the bed and lifted into him.

  “This is all for you.” Ethan’s teeth scraped over her nipple.

  Again they took her up. Ethan’s fingers pumped into her and he tormented her with his long tongue and lips. Dawson plucked at her nipple before sucking hard or lightly teasing the taut nipple. She squirmed and moaned. Oh, damn, they were intense.

  “I need more than that, peaches.” Ethan plunged his fingers into her. He nipped her inner thigh.

  She cried out.

  “Tell us what you want.” Dawson pinched her nipple.

  “I want you in me.” She lifted into the slow thrust of Ethan’s fingers.

  “I am inside you.” Ethan flicked his thumb over her clit.

  She strained upward. Why were they being difficult? They knew! “Your cocks.”

  “Yes, but I don’t think you’ve had enough of our apology to forgive us.” Dawson nipped her nipple. “I think she needs to go one more time before we take her.”

  “Sounds good.” Ethan’s fingers surged into her pussy. He hooked his arm under her leg and lifted her to his mouth.

  He sucked at her clit. She clenched her fingers in his hair. Oh, my God. Dawson nipped at the tight bead of her nipple. She shivered and lifted against Ethan. He plunged his fingers deep into her. Prickling heat danced across her skin. She couldn’t catch her breath.

  “I can’t.” She twisted.

  “Good, just let go.” Dawson plucked at her other nipple. He eased upward and kissed her. His tongue thrust against hers.

  Fuck, as if she could hold out. The lash of Ethan’s tongue on her clit, the plunge of his fingers into her, and Dawson’s teasing torment of her nipples, it was all too much. She trembled. Everything clenched within her again before it exploded. She rocked her hips, riding the waves. Ethan plunged his fingers deep and curled them. Jagged intensity pulsed through her. She twisted.

  “Ethan, Dawson. Not without both of you.” She nipped his lips.

  “We’ll be with you, peaches.” Dawson eased back.

  Ethan slid up her body. His cock bumped her pussy. She lifted up against him. He guided his cock to her. With a rock of his hips, he glided in. His cock filled her and a heat flared through her.

  He slipped his hands beneath her and then rolled. She caught her breath. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. His hand stroked down her back.

  “Dawson’s easing in behind you. He has the lube and he’ll make you feel so good. If you need a little more, I’ll give it to you.” Ethan’s hands drifted down to her ass, before smoothing back upward.

  Fingers trailed up her thighs. She shivered. Dawson’s hands molded over the cheeks of her ass. He leaned down and nipped the skin just over her shoulder blade.

  “Remember. Don’t clench as I push in.” Dawson gripped her hips.

  “All right.” She bit her lip to hide her smile. As if. That little sting felt good in small amounts.

  Ethan chuckled. “Don’t count on it, bro. Her expression isn’t agreeable.”

  She stuck her tongue out at Ethan.

  “Peaches, you shouldn’t tease a starving man.” Ethan drew his fingers over her ribs.

  She tightened her thighs. “I can quench that hunger.”

  “Not yet.” Ethan grinned. “I want to feel your muscles tightening around me as I thrust up into your tight pussy.”

  She tightened her inner muscles. She could give him that.

  “Not like that.” Ethan shook his head. “Minx. You’re determined to rip away my control.”

  A loud pop sounded. Heat blossomed over her buttocks. She drew in a startled breath and glanced back. Dawson smiled.

  “Relax and stop tormenting him. I want inside you.” Dawson’s hand glided over her ass.

  “Then get to it or I’ll rock myself to a third on Ethan without you.” She leaned down and nipped Ethan’s shoulder.

  Ethan’s hips bucked upward. His cock sank a little deeper. She groaned.

  “Give him a little time. He’ll give you what you need.” Ethan gripped her hips.

  Cool liquid smoothed over the tight ring. She tensed. Two fingers pressed into her. She tightened on those digits.

  Pop. Prickles spread from the contact on the side of her hip. She hissed. Fuck. A little warning would be nice.

  “Every time you tighten before I’m in you, you’ll get a swat.” Dawson leaned over and nipped her back.

  “You’re fucking evil.” She gritted her teeth. Damn. That sting merged with the knot of need building inside her. After two huge orgasms in quick succession, she shouldn’t want so much.

  He laughed. “Be still. I’ll be inside you soon.”

  She clutched Ethan’s shoulders. Her body shook. She clenched her thighs and forced her body to relax.

  “Good. Just give me a few moments to make sure you’re ready and I’m not hurting you.” Dawson drew his fingers out of her. More lube drizzled onto her.

  Dawson pushed his fingers into her again and again. A zing of pleasure speared through her. She wriggled.

  Dawson’s free hand smoothed over her hip. “Be still. Almost there.”

  He scissored his fingers before he pulled them free of her. She dug her nails into Ethan’s shoulders. He drew in a hissing breath.

  “All right, I’m coming in, peaches, and no clenching until I’m fully seated.” Dawson’s lips brushed over her back.

  The head of his shaft brushed over her ass. She drew in a slow breath. He pressed against the ring and slowly entered her.

  Tingles ran over her. She tensed. Pop. A flaring sting spread across her hip. She wriggled.

  “Be still and relax.” Dawson’s palm skimmed over the heated flesh. “You’re not sending me over before I’m inside.”

  “I need you both moving in me.” She took deep breaths. The bid to regain control didn’t work.

  “As soon as he’s all the way in.” Ethan’s hands eased up and down her sides. “Once he is, we’ll rock you between us until you tremble and scream out our names.”

  It wouldn’t take long. She dropped kisses on his cheek and neck. Her entire body pulsed, as if it was one raw nerve ending.

  Dawson eased into her until his hips pressed against hers. She clutched at Ethan’s shoulders. A flaring ache burned through her. He feathered kisses across her shoulder and his hand stroked her arm, her leg, her side.

  “Time for the good part, peaches
.” Ethan grinned.

  Dawson gripped her hips and pulled her back. She moaned as Ethan’s cock slid from her until just the head remained. The torment grew and her heart raced.

  Ethan urged her down. Her nails scraped over his shoulder as Dawson’s cock withdrew from her. She trembled. Damn, she’d never last.

  They moved her between them, in and out. One retreated while the other advanced. Her breath caught and a fierce heat poured over her. They had to keep moving. Her body tightened. She ground down against Ethan.

  He hissed. His fingers tightened on her hips, before he guided her back. She clenched her inner muscles, unwilling to give up the fullness.

  They rocked against her. Each stroke sent a piercing ache arcing through her. So intense and sweet that her breath caught in her throat. She tightened on them both.

  They thrust into her, each moving in counterpoint. Her body tightened. Their sweat-slicked skin glided against hers. She nipped Ethan’s shoulder. He bucked up against her.

  “Come for us.” Ethan surged upward.

  She circled her hips. He groaned. Dawson thrust forward. Electric heat raced over her body. Roiling intensity hit her. She trembled and gasped. Her body bowed with the onslaught. She clung to Ethan’s shoulders as they continued to drive into her.

  Ethan swirled his hips with each surge. He bucked up against her, his body shuddering. Their breath puffed against her skin.

  Dawson plunged into her. He gripped her hips, driving his cock into her. A harsh moan ripped through the air. He came and rocked into her. She shivered.

  Dawson’s hand ran over her back and shoulder. “Damn, peaches, it gets better every time.”

  “It’s the same for me. And that was a great apology. I accept.” She lifted her head. “Do you two want to take a bath with me?”

  “Shower and then we’re coming back in here to play some more.” Ethan smoothed his hand over her hip.

  “Griffin will be sorry he missed all of this.” Dawson withdrew and pulled her off of Ethan.

  Chapter Twenty-Six