After they exited the diner, Noah left them at the lodge. He said something about needing to talk to the local contractor about an addition. Apparently, the man already planned to add a nursery to their home. She’d only been here a short time but, even so, it was difficult to ignore the fact that these alpha males who shifted into animals that usually abandoned their young, could fawn and melt in the presence of babies and children. It was a rather endearing quality.
She stood just outside the door to their rented room. Her stomach burned and roiled. She felt sick and just wanted the feeling to go away. It was as though a circus full of mini acrobats built a bonfire and partied in her middle.
“After you,” Ronan said as he stood aside for her to enter.
“Thanks.” Her stomach twisted into knots. When had she ingested acid? She could have convinced herself she had, at that point.
“I’ve never done this kind of thing before.” She’d never been what her mother would have called a bad girl.
“What kind of thing?” Ronan tossed the room key on the bureau next to the TV.
Stacia’s face heated. “I’ve never slept with two men in as many days before.” She shrugged. “It feels wrong. That’s all.”
“Darlin’, I don’t know what you did with Noah,” Ronan said as he pulled his shirt over his head, “but we are going to do everything but sleep.” He threw his shirt into the corner near the window. Moving slowly, he lowered his head while keeping eye contact—stalking her.
Stacia bit her lip and backed up a pace. He took another step forward, his hands held behind his back. “Are you afraid of me?” He stared her down with his dark eyes. “I won’t hurt you, you know. I’d rather die than cause you pain. I haven’t lost control of my beast, yet.”
“Don’t you know who you are when you shift?”
Ronan blinked as though her question surprised him. “Of course I know who I am. When I shift, my physical appearance changes not my mental capacity.”
“Then why do you call that part of you a beast? Don’t do that anymore. I don’t like it. It belittles that part of you. It makes it sound as though you believe it somehow makes you something less than a man.”
His mouth quirked up on one side. “Doesn’t it?”
“No!” She scowled at him and shook her head. “A jaguar might have run from that bear. It might have rolled over and given up that fight. A beast would have killed me when it found me at the river. It was the man inside that save my life. You’re no more a beast as your cat than you are right now.”
Making her choice, Stacia stepped forward. You’re a man, Ronan—a very brave and selfless man. She stood tall, shoulders back, her chin up. “And as impossible as it seems to me, I love you and I love Noah. I would be proud to call you both my mates.”
Chapter Sixteen
Ronan felt an odd sensation in the center of his chest. It ached. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he must love her, too. He’d never been in love before. He wasn’t sure what it felt like.
“Noah and I were afraid you would change your mind.” He stared at his beautiful mate with her glossy dark mane and glowing amber eyes.
The tip of her tongue darted out, wetting her lips. His stomach clenched. He could imagine her doing all sorts of interesting things with those full lips and cute little tongue. One look at her had his cock standing a full mast, begging for the moist heat of her mouth.
He took a deep breath and inhaled her intoxicating scent. She smelled of strawberries. If it were a soap that made her smell so delicious, he would buy her a lifetime supply. Though, something told him the scent was her own.
“What’s wrong?” She tilted her head to the side and smiled. Moving to the window, she drew the drapes and blinds closed. “A few minutes ago, you were stalking me, ready to pounce. What happened?”
He stood still, watching her every move. She stood facing the blinds, her hands at her waist in front of her.
Ronan took in a quick breath when she pushed the jeans past her hips, wriggling her gorgeous rounded ass at him. His cock hardened even more when he noticed she wasn’t wearing panties. To him, there was nothing sexier than a woman who wasn’t afraid to go commando.
He stared at her ass and followed the line to her labia. He closed his eyes and prayed for patience. His prayers went unanswered. With a low growl, he wasted no more time and pounced.
“Take off the shirt if you don’t want it torn to shreds.” He pressed a violently passionate kiss against her lips. He pulled back and stared down into her glazed eyes. “You see, I am a beast after all.”
“I love this shirt. If you tear it, I’ll never forgive you.”
He spun around and took a few paces from her. “Then hurry up and take it off. You’re driving me crazy, woman.”
Stacia shook her head and laughed. “And you were so sure that you’re an animal.”
“Don’t test it, Stacia.” He stood, his hands fisted at his sides while she took her time removing the rest of her clothing. After that, she took her time folding them!
“You are testing my patience.”
“And you have passed the test with flying colors, haven’t you?” She cupped his cheek, her palm sliding over the short stubble there. Standing up on her toes, she pressed a kiss to his lips, her tongue sliding along the seam until he opened his mouth and took control.
Pulling back, he stared at her closed eyes for a moment. He worshipped her eyes, cheeks and mouth with feather-light kisses. His tongue darted out when he reached her mouth, tasting her lips. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his head, thrusting her fingers through his hair. He thrust his tongue into her opened mouth and she groaned.
His blood turned to molten lava, burning a fiery trail through his body straight to his loins. Ronan realized at that moment that he did love this woman. What he felt had to be love, there was no other word that fit.
He knew now that he would always put his life on the line for this woman. He would refuse her nothing of himself. She owned him just as surely as he owned property. He belonged to her. He had always belonged to Stacia. Nothing he’d ever felt before compared to the way he felt when he was with her.
Hunger tore through him. His balls drew tight as desire gripped him tight. The honeyed scent of his mate’s arousal wafted up to him as he nibbled his way over her neck and thrust his tongue into her ear. His mouth watered. He needed to taste her. He had to taste her.
She moaned, pressing closer as he slid his hand down her silky flesh to the moist treasure at the apex of her thighs.
Lifting her leg, she wrapped it around his hip, opening herself to him. Ronan couldn’t wait a moment longer. He dropped to his knees, threw her leg over his shoulder and thrust his face into her fragrant cunt.
Stacia thrust her fingers into his hair, held his head to her, and groaned. “Yes, Ronan. Oh, God, yes!”
Encouraged, he thrust two fingers into her channel and sucked her clit into his mouth, biting gently on the hardened nub.
It didn’t take long. Stacia screamed her first orgasm and collapsed against him. Standing, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed.
Ronan placed Stacia in the center of the bed and stared down at his beautiful mate. She was gorgeous as she lay there looking up at him through glazed eyes. Silky brown hair stuck to her sweat-soaked face as she attempted to catch her breath.
Wasting no more time, Ronan crawled between her legs and kissed his way up her body until he reached the rosy peaks of her breasts. He sucked first one, then the other into his mouth, nibbling gently at the tender flesh as he positioned himself at her slick gate.
With one long, slow thrust, he filled her dripping channel. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”
Certainly, the life of a playboy was exciting, even fun—at first. It didn’t take long to grow tiring. To see friends and family marry, have children. Being alone soon became a curse.
“You fell so good, bab
y.” He took a hard nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth biting into the hard bud. Stacia cried out, her fingers pulling his hair. Her palms alternately pushing his head against her chest.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he thrust faster, deeper and harder inside her. Reaching down, he cupped her perfect ass in his hands and lifted her against him, changing the angle of each powerful thrust.
Ramming his cock deep into his mate’s wet pussy drew him closer and closer to orgasm. He stared down into Stacia’s face, wanting, needing to see her come at the same time. This was what he’d dreamed of all of these long, lonely years. Finally, he had found his mate, his love.
“Harder, Ronan. Please. Fuck me harder.” Stacia didn’t seem to notice that her head hit the headboard a few times before he managed to pull her a few inches down toward the foot of the bed.
He clenched his teeth as his orgasm grew near. It built and built, squeezing his balls with a curious fire. Still she didn’t come. It was as though she needed something more.
Still keeping the pace of his deep, measured thrusts, Ronan reached over to the night stand, grabbed the massage oil and coated his fingers. Knowing that Noah had taken her ass the night before, he reached below them. He thoroughly spread the oil over the tight ring, pausing for only a moment before he thrust his fingers into her back hole.
That was all it took to send his mate screaming over the edge. It seemed, though he was certain she didn’t know it, that Stacia’s body had already begun to prepare her for a triad mating. She’d needed that extra stimulus to come.
With a low growl, Ronan finally let go. Lightning shot through his blood. He rammed into her, his thrusts choppy as he spent his seed deep into his mate’s tight channel.
Exhausted and out of breath, he lowered himself onto Stacia. Rolling over, he took her with him, pulling her up to lie on his chest. There, they would rest for a few minutes while they waited for Noah to join them. They needed to finish this. Tonight.
Chapter Seventeen
Stacia smiled as she slowly came awake. Two sets of hands skimmed over her body. Two warm mouths laved her ears before moving lower to her nipples.
“A girl could get used to this, you know.” Raising her arms, she palmed the backs of their heads. “You’re going to spoil me.”
“That’s the plan. The better this looks to you, the more likely you are to agree to stay with us,” Ronan said. The expression on his face and Noah’s told her that they expected her to change her mind.
“You two really expected me to change my mind after the mind-blowing orgasms you gave me?” She laughed at their expressions. “I knew it. I tell you guys that I love you once and suddenly, you become needy. Alright, alright. I’m staying because I love you…mostly. I mean I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you that the sex didn’t help convince me.”
“You’re a cheeky wench,” Noah said before he lightly bit her nipple before laving away the slight sting. “We love you, too—probably because you’re so cheeky.”
“Good.” She laughed. “Because I don’t plan to change.”
“Tell her, Ronan.”
“Tell me what,” she asked with a frown.
“You can still walk away. If you want to, this is when you should do it. Once we take you together, you’ll be bound to us forever.” He still looked as though he expected her to change her mind.
“Is that why you look like such a gloomy Gus?” Stacia shook her head. I don’t plan on ever changing my mind. Finding you two is the best thing that has ever happened to me.” She sat up. “Now tell me how we finish this. I’m in a hurry to become a genuine citizen of Paradise.”
“Yes, ma’am,” they both said at the same time.
They pulled her back down between them, each of them taking a nipple into their warm mouths. Ronan kissed his way up her neck to her ear, his fingers pulling and twisting her nipple.
He laved her ear while Noah thrust his tongue into her mouth in a passionate kiss. She took a deep breath, then exhaled with a slow hiss as her two men continued to worship her body.
She wasn’t lying when she told them a woman could get used to this kind of thing.
White, hot lightning shot through her blood. Every nerve ending zinged with sensation as they continued to pleasure her. She couldn’t think, couldn’t move. She could barely breathe as they skimmed their hands and mouths over her sensitive flesh. Noah slid his hand down her body, his fingers sliding though her slick folds, circling her clit. Stacia arched off the bed, her orgasm coming swift and hard. Fire burned through her body, her stomach. She couldn’t take the heat much longer. It would kill her.
“Please fuck me, you two. Please. I can’t stand it. It hurts. It burns. Please make it stop burning!” Her head thrashed on the comforter.
“Sh…” Ronan breathed against her ear. “We’ll make it better. I promise.”
Slowly, Noah pulled her on top of him, sliding his hard cock inside her, while Ronan moved between Noah’s legs and fondled her rear. She pressed back against his hands, needing him inside her as well.
She felt the rough pads of his fingers against her back hole, rubbing the massage oil into her anus as he prepared her for his hard cock.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are? Has anyone told you how gorgeous you are when you throw your head back and scream through an orgasm?” Ronan worked his fingers inside her while Noah repeatedly thrust his cock into her pussy.
Sitting up, Noah sucked her nipple into his mouth, biting down when Ronan pulled his fingers from her ass and pressed his cock past the tight ring of her anus.
They found their rhythm fast, their quick, hard thrusts driving her to orgasm over and over, faster than she thought possible. When Noah reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, she threw her head back and screamed as they each leaned forward, Noah biting her right side, Ronan her left where her shoulder met her neck.
She didn’t know what came over her, but she gladly licked their bloodied wrists as they thrust them in front of her face. She wasn’t even sure how she knew that was what they expected.
The darkness started out as a small pinprick, growing and growing until it encompassed her vision and she succumbed to sleep.
“I’m glad that the search party found Buffy alive and well,” Stacia said as she peered over her cup of coffee. “I never really liked her, but no one deserves to be mauled to death. I’m just sorry all the guys died.” Ronan tucked into his huge plate of bacon and eggs.
“They died protecting the woman. It was as it should be.”
Stacia laughed. “Now I know you’re too old for me. You have some old fashioned values, mister. Maybe too old.” She wrinkled her nose as she stared at their plates. “How can you eat that stuff, knowing full well that it’s going to clog up your arteries?”
They stared at her for a minute before grins split their faces. “We don’t get hardening of the arteries,” they said at the same time.
Ronan added, “Shifters don’t get human maladies.”
“Oh.” Stacia stared down at her oatmeal and melon. Tomorrow she was getting whatever they ordered.
She looked out the window at the diner’s portable sign. “I have another question. I’ve never seen any of you order the chicken. Why?”
They both paused, their forks halfway to their mouths. “Sarah doesn’t have many chicken dishes and she only serves certain meals on certain days of the week.”
Stacia frowned and looked back at the sign. “Then why is this place called Eat the Cock Diner?”
About the Author
Dear Reader:
If you’re reading this, I hope it means that you’ve just enjoyed reading one of my books. Always a romantic, I started weaving little fantasies for my friends at the tender age of fifteen. Never once did I think that writing would be my dream until around 2002. After complaining to my husband that my favorite authors didn’t write fast enough, my husband asked a fateful question. �
��Why don’t you write one of your own while you’re waiting?”
Once I started, he couldn’t stop me. Now, I write in the morning before work. I write during my breaks at the day job, I write at night when I should be relaxing. Heck, I’ve even been known to write in my sleep. Every member of my family has had the dubious honor of witnessing my fingers moving over the keys while I’m off in dreamland. Sometimes it even makes sense!
I grew up in Southwest Florida where I met and married. My husband was in the Navy for twenty years, so if you wonder where I have gotten some of my ideas, I blame him. I suggest you do the same. He’s always saying he has wide shoulders. Let’s load them up, shall we?
Currently, I live in a small town in Michigan, seven miles from the nearest grocery store. I love living out here in the country. It gives me the peace and quiet I need to continue to write these stories for you. It also shows me a lot of natural beauty that I try to share with you in my books. While my titles may be dedicated to certain individuals who have touched my life in differing ways, please remember, every one of them is written for you.
My most recent dream is to continue what I do—to share more stories with anyone willing to read them. My new dream is to be able to pursue both my writing and my husband fulltime. Do you think he’ll run?
More of Tianna’s Books
Gate To Fate:
Woman Beware
Woman Bewitched
The Paradise series:
A Stranger in Paradise
Gates of Paradise
Return to Paradise
Trouble in Paradise
Road to Paradise
Another Day in Paradise
Naked in Paradise
Seduction in Paradise
Looking for Paradise
Healing in Paradise
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