by Sanya Sitter
"She's the one. You have to believe that," Culver said.
Asher wanted to believe that. Every time he opened one of her emails he wanted to believe that. The charm, intelligence and wit in her responses turned him on just as much as her curves. Culver had insisted on a body shot of her.
The embarrassment in her eyes and slight blush on her face in the bathing suit photo made him want to mount her. He'd wanted to find her that second and test the bond between them.
But they needed to move a little slower. Let all parties become accustomed to how their life could change if she proved to be the one.
Asher paced the living room images of her racing through his mind. He didn't want the bond just to forgo being exiled. The more he got to know Sarah through her letters the more he lusted after her.
"I want her to be the one but we have to face the possibility that she might not be. I get the feeling from her emails that she doesn't quite believe we're wolf shifters."
"We'll deal with that when the time comes. Besides, what woman can resist my charms?" Culver flexed his muscles and flashed a grin.
"Fine. I'll send the message asking her to meet us at Blood Moon."
"Right on! Dancing and sex. You know me so well."
CHAPTER THREE
Sarah's stomach flipped, her heart hammered in her chest. Pacing her small apartment didn't ease her nerves. She needed a larger space to prowl. Despite her unease a smile spread across her face.
If she hit it off with Asher and Culver would she be able to prowl with them? She still wasn't convinced they were in fact wolf shifters but if they looked even half as good in person as their pictures she would let them mount her in a heartbeat.
A chime and pop up in the bottom right of her computer with the subject Date with A & C set her heart beating double time again. She should turn that blasted thing off.
Every time it popped up old insecurities resurfaced. She went into her calendar program and shut off the reminders.
Not for the first time she wondered if this was a cruel joke, put on by someone at the coffee house. Like the first time a boy in high school had asked her out to set a joke in motion with her at the center of it.
The punchline left her humiliated and wary of any interest from a handsome boy again. Just because she was curvy didn't mean she'd be easy which her “date” for the night hadn't learned until she'd punched him in the nose to stop his advances.
Sure she'd had some dates in the years that followed with men who didn't mind her curves but she always wondered if they were pity dates.
As she paced she caught sight of herself in the mirror and wondered what she'd been thinking when she picked out the dress she wore. At their request she'd chosen a skin tight sheath that hugged her curves and pushed up her breasts until she thought they might fall out of the dress.
Every glimpse in the mirror made her want to tug the top of the dress up and push her boobs down. She'd given up holding in her stomach and let her curves fill out every inch of the garment.
Why they wanted her to wear something so clingy was beyond her but she would do almost anything for the chance at bedding both of them.
A harsh laugh escaped her lips. What was she thinking? Yes, the sight of them made her panties wet, caused her clit to pulse. But that didn't mean they wanted to jump in the sack with her. The flirtatious emails over the past few weeks increased in heat level each day until she was ready to rip her clothes off and let them mount her until she couldn't move anymore.
Shit, she hoped they wanted to fuck her but they were meeting at a club. A public place. And last time she checked it was illegal to have sex in public.
It had been far too long since she'd been laid. She blamed her her uncharacteristic and sudden behavior of offering to be a mail order bride on her forced abstinence. Bride.
The word hit her in the stomach like a rock. If they liked her, wanted her, she would be a bride. She'd have two husbands. Could she handle that? What if they chose her but she didn't love them? Lust and love were two different things.
Could she live the rest of her life in lust with two men but never in love? Worse yet did they want her because they thought she would be easy?
She shoved her insecurities away and took a deep breath. The thought of two men at her side, in her bed, shot a surge of awareness through her. The app she'd installed on her browser to ping every hour on the hour pinged, making her jump. It was time to leave if she wanted to make it to the club on time.
Even though she wasn't big on Seattle night life she knew Blood Moon Night Club was the hottest club in the city. Only Seattle's most attractive people frequented the club. Why had they chosen that place for their meeting?
The guest list had a three month wait. From their pictures it was easy to see why they would always be on the guest list. But her? One look at her and the bouncer was sure to turn her away. To save herself the humiliation she could just stay in.
Curl up on the sofa with some ice cream and watch a movie. Watch two perfect actors go through the trials and tribulations of meeting, liking each other, fighting silly obstacles until at the end they end up together. Watch yet again what she wanted for her own life.
She took a deep breath, grabbed her purse, and left her apartment before she could change her mind.
The elevator took forever on a good day so she took the stairs, not wanting to let herself change her mind again. She hurried down the stairs as fast as she could wearing a skin tight dress and three inch heels. Finally on the main floor she sucked in a breath and pushed through the door of the apartment building. The cool night air washed over her, calming her nerves as she headed to her car.
After she'd parked she adjusted her dress, making sure it covered all the essentials before walking towards the long line up in front of the club.
An angry looking bouncer towered above the waiting crowd. Thick arms crossed over a broad chest. The frown on his face looked etched in stone. She gulped.
She took her spot at the back of the line, scanning the area for Culver and Asher. If they weren't around they were most likely already inside the club.
Every time the door opened to let in one of the elite the pulsing music filled the air only to be cut off as the door slammed shut again.
She inched forward ignoring the curious glances of the people in line. Why hadn't she dragged a friend with her? At least that way if she didn't get in or the guys ditched her she would be able to salvage the night and get some sympathy. Strength in numbers always helped when it came to nightclubs.
At the front of the line stony faced bouncer perused her body, stopping at her generous breasts. His gaze stayed fixed on her boobs as he shook his head.
“I'm sorry, miss, there's no more room right now. Fire regulations.”
Two thin, petite blondes ran across the road and to the door, giggling the entire time. The bouncer yanked the door open and actually smiled as they slipped inside.
“I thought the club was full,” she said.
His face remained impassive. “They'd already been in earlier. They came outside to get some air.”
Heat flushed her face. Her hands shook. She took some deep breaths and started to walk away when she heard the door open again.
“Sarah?”
The smooth, deep voice shot a surge of awareness to her pussy. She spun around to see Asher and Culver in the doorway. Taller in person than she expected they towered over her. Each had dark brown hair and amber eyes that devoured her.
Mirror images of hard muscle, angular jaws, broad shoulders made her knees weak.
“Hi, yes. I'm Sarah.”
“Bruno, why is she walking away?”
“He said the club was full.”
The men glared at the bouncer who shrank back. His eyes widened. He frowned. “She didn't tell me she was Sarah.”
One of them quirked an eyebrow at her.
"Well, that's true. But he didn't ask."
The angry glares returned to the bounce
r. "Look man, I'm sorry. Of course she can go right in. First round of drinks are on me." He pulled out a walkie talkie and mumbled something into it. "All set. Tell the bartender Bruno sent you."
Asher and Culver parted allowing her to enter the club in front of them. They flanked her, the heat from their muscular bodies seeping into her.
The hard pulse of the bass from the DJ enveloped her when she stepped onto the first step of the staircase leading down to the dance floor and tables.
"Asher, show her to our table. I'll get the drinks." The twin on her left planted a kiss on her cheek then disappeared into the throng of gyrating beautiful patrons engrossed in the music.
How many of the people here were shifters? She hated to think that she was the only human in the bunch.
Asher took her hand, twining his fingers with hers. A surge of heat rushed up her arm. Moisture pooled between her legs. She followed him to a booth on the far side of the room that offered a perfect view of the entire club. Strobe lights made it look like people were stop motion dancing.
Asher gestured for her to sit and she scooted into the booth half way. He sat next to her drinking in her face with those amber eyes.
His gaze lowered to her breasts and his eyes filled with desire. She felt her cheeks heat with a blush and she forced herself not to tug the bodice of her dress up.
Moments later Culver returned with a tray of drinks and shots. He placed the drinks on the table and slid into the booth on the other side of her.
Sandwiched between two hot guys had been one of her high school fantasies. The reality was better than anything she had imagined. Heat from both of them enveloped her.
Suddenly the dress she wore felt stiffing. She wanted to be naked writhing underneath them. Wanted to feel them filling her like she knew only they could.
"To us," Culver said as he raised a glass.
They each took a glass from the table and clinked. A light weight when it came to alcohol she sipped the drink, coughing at the strong taste of whiskey. Maybe the shots would go down better. She should have asked for water as well.
"Sarah, you're as delicious as we imagined," Asher said.
She searched his face for deception. For anything that suggested they wanted to use her body for pleasure never to call her again. But why ask for a bride if that was their intent?
She cursed her insecurities that made it almost impossible to trust a man, let alone two drop dead hot men who appeared to have eyes only for her.
A thin blonde waitress stopped at the table, a flirty smile on her pretty face. "Did you guys want to see a menu?"
Asher flicked the woman a glance then returned his attention to Sarah. Culver didn't even look at the woman.
"No," they said in unison.
Sarah could have sworn the waitress pouted as she walked away.
Asher leaned in closer to her. "I have all I want to eat right here."
Heat coursed through her body at the desire in his eyes. The deep timbre of his voice gave her goose bumps.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, Ash. We should get to know her a little bit more first."
Culver leaned in closer to her, sniffing her neck. A low growl deep in his throat sent a wave of awareness through her.
"She does smell delicious," Culver agreed.
Asher downed the rest of his drink and one of the shots. "How do you feel about all this?"
Drowning in his eyes she was silent for a moment. She shook her head to clear the fuzziness that his gaze caused. "Good. Scared. Mostly good."
She took another sip of her drink and coughed again. "I think I need some water."
Culver raised a hand and motioned the waitress back over. Her smile beamed at him. She flicked a blonde lock over her shoulder. "What can I get you?"
Sarah watched the woman fawn over Culver and shoot wanting looks at Asher. Neither man paid much attention to the woman but Sarah's anger boiled. It was clear they were with her. Yet the waitress flirted mercilessly.
"Water for my fiancée," Culver pointed to Sarah.
"Our fiancée," Asher corrected.
The waitress's smile faltered, a pout replacing it on her peaches and cream face. "Sure."
"You guys are pretty confident this is going to work out then," Sarah said.
"Why wouldn't it?" Asher asked.
"We hit it off in emails. The next step was to determine sexual arousal. And there's plenty of that here." Culver took her hand and placed it in his lap, covering his rock hard erection.
She gasped. "And people accept that I would have two fiancés?"
Not to be left out, Asher took her other hand and put it on his erection. "This club caters to shifters. Most of the clientele are weres of some form or another. Mostly wolf shifters."
Sarah looked out over the crowd wondering who was human and who was a shifter. A smile tugged her lips when the men arched up into her hands. She squeezed lightly pulling a moan from both of them.
In denial for years that shifters existed she tried to remember the lore to help calm her nerves. Wolf shifters bonded to their mates. The thought of being bonded to both men for the rest of her life sent a thrill of anticipation through her.
She could love one of them but could she love both? The disappointment on the waitresses face when they professed their marital status would keep Sarah happy for days. Their anger at the bouncer for almost sending her away warmed her heart.
If all they wanted was a good lay any number of women here would be happy to oblige, little miss blondie most likely in the front of the line.
"Okay, so that explains a lot."
Asher raised an eyebrow at her. "How so?"
She loved the way he looked at her. Being with them now and going back over the emails in her head that they'd sent she knew Asher wrote most of them.
Maybe with some input from Culver but he did the writing. His voice and sense of humor matched the tone of the emails.
"My mother told me stories of this place and warned me to stay away unless I wanted to be eaten by the big bad wolf. I thought it was just an overprotective mother trying to keep her a daughter a virgin for as long as she could."
"Do you want to be eaten by big bad wolves?" Culver leered at her, licking his lips. He dipped his head to her neck and kissed the tender flesh there. A shiver of excitement raced through her.
Her hand still in their laps she squeezed them again. Kneaded gently then stroked them through their pants. They groaned. Asher leaned closer to her and kissed her neck, growling in her ear.
A shot of moisture settled between her legs. It was crazy that she wanted them so much. After a few weeks of emails and one meeting she wanted them to mount her right here, right now and didn't care who saw them. But the privacy of a room so they could get as wild as they wanted called to her.
The twins inched closer to her until she couldn't move. Two hands inched up her thighs. Suddenly she wished she'd left her underwear at home. Hot fingers seared the sensitive skin of her thighs as their hands skimmed higher.
Asher teased her pussy first, gently caressing her through her wet panties, then pulling her underwear aside so he could slip a finger inside her slick, warm core. A sigh of contentment escaped her lips.
Then Culver pushed a finger inside her.
Two fingers pushed in and out of her wet pussy until she squirmed. The desire to arch into their hands took over and she lifted her hips off the bench slightly to pull them in deeper.
Her breathing grew faster. One of them teased her clit, rubbing his thumb over the hard nub in lazy strokes that sent pulses of sensation through her body.
The waitress approached their table carrying Sarah's water. She plunked it in the center of the table and her mouth formed a silent "oh" when Sarah bit back a moan.
Heat rushed to her cheeks but she didn't care if the waitress knew what the men were doing to her under the table.
"We'll need one of your private rooms," Asher said.
The woman nodded, unclipped a wal
kie talkie from her belt that Sarah hadn't noticed before and spoke into it with urgency. "Room twelve. Up the stairs and the end of the hall."
She pointed to a staircase on the other side of the room beside the stairs that let people into the club.
Sarah grabbed her water, chugged it and hoped there would be plenty of liquids in the room. The urgency of Asher and Culver's ministrations told her she would be too tired to leave the room for several hours.