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by Tabitha Conall


  Both men stilled. “You’re a virgin?” Ro croaked.

  Coop had his thumbs looped around the waistband of his boxers but he managed to keep from peeling them off. If she was a virgin, then they should take things slow.

  “No, not that. But I’ve never been with two men at once.” She looked up toward the ceiling. “And never with the lights on.”

  Coop swallowed. Why on earth would anyone turn the lights off if they had Bethany to look at?

  “You’ll get used to it,” Ro said, his voice rough. “Only time we’re having sex in the dark is if there’s a blackout.”

  Coop huffed. “We’ve got flashlights.”

  “You two are bad.”

  Coop crossed to Bethany and took her face in his hands. “We adore you. We want to see you. There’s no shame in that.”

  Ro came up behind Coop, his chin brushing Coop’s shoulder. “Besides, if you think that’s bad, you’re going to be scandalized by what we’re going to do to you.”

  Coop laughed. “Speaking of which…” He pulled at the bottom edge of Bethany’s top. “It’s time for this to come off.” He slid it slowly upward, his eyes on hers.

  She took a deep breath and raised her arms, letting him pull the top off of her. Both men sucked in a breath. Her full breasts were encased in soft white cotton, the darkness of her areolae showing through the fabric. Coop put his hand on her ribcage, his thumb right underneath her breast.

  “You’re gorgeous, honey,” Ro said. “Why would you want to turn the lights off?”

  “Do you have any idea how this turns us on?” Coop said. His thumb twitched, just grazing the soft fabric.

  The look on her face said it was turning her on, too. She reached out and rested her hand against Ro’s chest. “You two are gorgeous, too.”

  Coop buried his face in her neck, sucking in her scent. “It’s not a contest. But if it were, you’d win.”

  Ro came around behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling the other side of her neck. Coop reached his hands just a little farther so they rested on Ro’s hips, Bethany sandwiched between them. When Ro lifted his head, Coop did the same and their eyes met.

  “This is how I want to do it,” Ro said.

  “Mark her at the same time?”

  “Yeah.” Ro’s answer was a guttural grown barely recognizable as a word.

  Resting his forehead against hers, Coop said, “You okay with double penetration?”

  Bethany’s eyes flashed yellow. “If that’s what it takes. I want you to mark me just like this.”

  He wouldn’t last long if she kept saying things like that.

  Chapter 3

  Bethany didn’t feel even the slightest bit afraid as her mates stripped her naked in ten seconds flat. Had she done double penetration before? No. But one of her fumbling boyfriends had introduced her to anal, and while it had hurt, she felt sure she could handle it. Besides, the thought of both of her mates biting her at the same time had both her and her wolf all a-quiver.

  Coop pulled her toward the bed, Ro walking so closely behind her that he nearly tripped her. Then Coop pushed his boxers down his legs but before she had a chance to take a look, he moved her onto the bed. They lay down on their sides, facing each other, while Ro settled behind her. While Coop kissed her, four hands roamed over her body, brushing and rubbing and squeezing and bringing the burning inside her to a new level of steam.

  For her part, she gave as good as she got, rubbing Coop’s chest and back, feeling the strong muscles in his shoulders and arms. When Ro curled one leg over hers and she could actually reach him, she stroked his hairy thigh and knee.

  But they wouldn’t let her touch them where she really wanted to. When Coop once again blocked her hand from trailing down his abdomen, she huffed. “Why not?”

  He kissed her, hard. “I don’t want to come in your hand, honey. I want to be inside you. And I’m so close right now, the slightest touch could set me off.” He gave an embarrassed laugh.

  “Same here,” Ro said.

  “All right. Then let’s get on with it.” Her pussy burned.

  “Impatient.” Coop brushed his hand up her torso and finally, finally cupped her breast.

  Bethany moaned. “Yes.”

  “We need to cool her off.” Ro’s hand slid over her hip and between her legs. Two fingers rubbed on either side of her clit.

  She tensed, her hips pushing forward as her shoulders pressed back against Ro’s chest.

  Coop’s head lowered. He took her nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking as Ro continued to stroke her. Bethany’s breaths came hard, each one pulled from her as she struggled against the tension tightening her body.

  “Come for me, sweetie,” Ro whispered in her ear. “You’re almost there. Let go.”

  She sucked in another breath, unable to speak. Ro squeezed his fingers around her clit and pressed downward, into her.

  Bethany hung on the edge, not breathing, not moving, her body tight as she waited. Then she exploded. Her breath gusted out of her, her eyes squeezed shut, as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. And still, she could feel Ro’s fingers, pushing, massaging, feel Coop’s mouth on her breast and her throat and her chin.

  When she opened her eyes, Coop was gazing at her. Her voice sounded raspy when she said, “That’s a good start. Now I want you inside of me.”

  “From innocent to dominatrix,” Coop said huskily. “That’s what one orgasm does to you?”

  For a split second, something inside her quailed. But she let her eyelids fall half-shut and said, “You got a problem with that?”

  He grinned. “Not at all, ma’am.” He grasped her hips and rolled her on top of him. “Sit on my cock, sweetie. Ro can take care of the rest.”

  She blushed a little at his words but raised herself up to take him inside of her.

  Behind them, Ro scrambled off the bed. “Lube?”

  “Bathroom, behind the mirror,” Coop said.

  As she lowered herself onto him, she felt herself stretching. She never had gotten a good look at him but he felt big. “Is it going to fit?”

  He laughed in a way that sounded almost strangled. “It’ll fit. But my gods, you’re tight.” He rested his hands on her waist, giving her support and also pressing her downward at a slow but steady pace. His eyes fluttered shut, head tipping back. “You feel so good.”

  Ro climbed up behind her. “Lean forward.”

  “He’s not inside me yet,” she said.

  “It’s okay. His cock won’t break if you bend it forward.” Ro put his hand on her upper back and pushed down.

  For a second, she thought she’d fall right onto Coop, then realized Coop was working with Ro, easing her down so she was lying against his chest while still pushing her onto his cock. Bethany nuzzled Coop’s throat.

  Ro pressed her cheeks apart then slid his fingers, cold and wet with lube, over her puckered hole. She shivered.

  “Easy,” Ro said. “It’ll warm up.” His fingers slid back and forth over that most tender spot. Between his fingers and Coop deep inside her, her clit clenched. Ro pressed one finger into her up to the knuckle, then withdrew it, then slid it in again. “A little more lube.”

  The wetness increased, and he was able to slide his finger even further into her. And finally, she felt herself hit the base of Coop’s cock. Instead of moving atop him, she canted her hips to give Ro better access. She wanted him inside her. She wanted both of them inside her.

  Ro added a second finger and then a third. She moaned. If he kept going, she’d come again; she wouldn’t need another single thing to make it happen.

  “Ready?” Ro said.

  She managed to say, “Yes.”

  She felt his thighs against the backs of hers, his hips against her butt, and then the smooth tip of his cock pressing into her. For a moment, it stung. She held her breath.

  “Breathe,” Coop said. He cupped her chin and turned her toward him. “Breathe, and it’ll feel better.�


  She took an experimental breath and then another, as Ro pushed further inside her. Meanwhile, he moaned, inarticulate noises that sounded like he was about to come any second.

  “So tight.” Ro slid an arm around her waist and leaned over, spooning her from behind. “I’m all the way inside you. Nothing’s ever felt so good before.”

  Ro slid out a little and then pushed back inside, the generous amount of lube making the stroke smooth and painless.

  Coop grunted. “As good as that feels, I can think of something better.” He gripped Bethany’s hips. “Ro and I stay still, and you move.” He showed her what he meant, pulling her off the two of them a couple of inches and then pushing her hips back to their original position. Both men groaned.

  Bethany continued the motion, unable to make any sound other than inarticulate moans of pleasure. She’d never felt so full. And where she’d expected pain, she felt only an incredible pleasure that had her clit twitching and her wanting to come once more.

  She opened her eyes and looked into Coop’s. “Again.”

  The word was almost unrecognizable, but Coop must have understood, because his eyes grew wide. “If you come now, I won’t be able to hold back.”

  She felt Ro’s warm breath against her shoulder. “Me either.”

  “Can’t help it,” she managed to say. Her abdomen tightened, her thighs tensing.

  “Ah, gods,” Ro moaned.

  “We’re going to mark you,” Coop said.

  She knew that. She wanted that. “Yes.” The word was a drawn-out hiss.

  She arched her back as she continued to ride her two men, her body pulling tight like a bowstring, ready to fly. Their scents were all around her, the spicy musk of Ro and the warm green-grass smell of Coop mixed with the heavy scent of arousal. She knew once they bonded, she’d smell a little like them for the rest of her life.

  Coop and Ro pulled closer so their mouths were in easy range of her shoulders. Her thrusts became awkward with so little room to move, but it didn’t matter. The rasp of her clit against Coop’s skin brought her closer and closer to the edge.

  “Now,” she moaned. “Now, please now.”

  Coop’s eyes burned yellow as he lowered his head and clamped his teeth around her shoulder. Ro did the same just as Coop’s fangs broke the surface of her skin. In her last moment of conscious thought, Bethany leaned forward and bit Coop’s shoulder.

  She flew apart. The world became a blue-black expanse, her brain flooded with pleasure, any words or even thoughts crowded out by the ecstasy, the blinding, deafening ecstasy that grabbed her and held her as her body pulsed and throbbed.

  It wasn’t until she took a breath that she realized she’d stopped breathing. It wasn’t until she opened her eyes that she knew she’d had them squeezed shut. She carefully extracted her teeth from Coop’s flesh. His face looked blotchy as she blinked away the spots still swimming in her eyes.

  Then she leaned forward, face against his throat, and let him take all of her weight. She had nothing left, nothing at all.

  And yet she had everything.

  ***

  Coop rubbed Bethany’s sides, letting his hands brush against Ro whenever possible. She seemed on the edge of sleep, and who could blame her? He’d never seen a woman come like that before.

  He’d come too, the most amazing orgasm of his life, and yet for him, and Ro, the night wasn’t over. He met Ro’s gaze. They needed to move their sleepy mate from between them so they could mark each other.

  Ro pulled out of Bethany with a moan. He disappeared into the bathroom and Coop could hear water running. While he was gone, Coop gently rolled Bethany to her side and got a pillow for her.

  “Now you,” she said, eyes half shut.

  “You can go to sleep if you want.”

  “Are you kidding? I want to see my mates mark each other. And I need to mark Ro. Then I can go to sleep.” Her eyes drifted shut.

  He brushed the hair off her cheeks. “Whatever you say.”

  She opened her eyes again. “There’s nothing like it. The orgasm. I’ve come before, but this was—it’s not even in the same universe. I can’t describe it.” Her lips curled up.

  “I agree.” Coop kissed her, and by the time he pulled away, Ro had returned from the bathroom to lie down on Coop’s other side. Coop rolled over, gripped Ro by the back of the neck and pulled him in for a rough kiss.

  When they parted, they were both breathing heavily. “Who’s on top?” Ro said.

  “I was thinking. I want to see your face when I mark you. I mean—I want to be facing you. You know?”

  “Use your hands.” Bethany’s sleepy voice came from behind him. “And when you’re getting close, let me know, and I’ll mark Ro from behind.”

  Ro paused. “This isn’t because you don’t want to…” His eyes flicked toward Bethany.

  Coop kissed him hard. “Of course not. We’re going to do all of that. Every single thing we can think of. But I still want to be facing you when we bond together for life.” He knew it was his thing. Ro hadn’t had a problem biting Bethany from behind, and she didn’t seem to have a problem doing the same to him. But it made a difference to Coop. He hoped Ro could see that.

  “All right then.” Ro’s hand slid over Coop’s hip. “Face to face.”

  Coop hadn’t lost his erection. That wasn’t normal, even for a wolf, but he figured it had something to do with the magic of bonding and the mating urge. Everything in him was driving him to mark Ro, and being deflated would defeat the purpose.

  They kissed again, all tongue and teeth. Kissing Ro was completely different from kissing Bethany. It wasn’t just the flavors and textures, but the attitude. Even when she was being forceful, Bethany was soft and feminine. Ro couldn’t have been soft if he tried. Gentle, yes. Soft, no.

  Coop gripped Ro, hugging him tight, and Ro did the same, but a little tighter. Their embrace became a war of dominance, tongues, hands, legs all battling.

  Then Ro took hold of Coop’s cock and Coop forgot everything. As Ro stroked him, Coop pushed at Ro’s hip until he could slide his hand between them and get just as good a grip on Ro as he had on him.

  Every pull of Ro’s hand sent shockwaves through Coop. How could he be excited again so fast? He had to get it together.

  “I can’t hold on long,” Ro groaned.

  The mattress moved as Bethany climbed around them to snuggle up against Ro’s back. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

  Ro took a shaky breath. His next tug on Coop’s cock was even stronger.

  “Gods, Ro. You’ll make me come.”

  “That’s the idea.” Ro leaned forward and rubbed his fangs against Coop’s shoulder.

  “I don’t want it to be over so soon.” But maybe this was for the best. Coop didn’t think he could last more than another minute, no matter how bad he wanted to.

  “We’ll do it again.” Ro’s words sounded garbled.

  Bethany’s brown eyes peeked over Ro’s shoulder. “And again and again.”

  Coop could barely breathe. He leaned into Ro, feeling Bethany doing the same.

  One more gasp, one more tug, then Coop felt himself speeding toward the end. He clamped his teeth onto Ro’s shoulder and felt Ro bite him.

  Then all went dark, bliss striking him like a flash fire as his orgasm ripped through him. Beside him, Ro stiffened and groaned, deep in his throat. They both heaved big draughts of air.

  As they returned to reality, Coop felt Bethany’s small hand rest against his hip. He couldn’t see her at all, hidden behind Ro’s back, but her arm rested on Ro’s waist, her palm and fingers touching Coop.

  They were together. At last.

  Chapter 4

  The man arrived early and watched for Bethany to get off work. In spite of his best efforts the night before, he’d gotten stuck in traffic and by the time he’d arrived at the construction site, Bethany had been gone. As much as he didn’t want to wait another night, he’d held himself back from following
her to her apartment.

  But tonight, she was his. Nothing could stop him.

  ***

  Coop and Ro bumped shoulders as they walked through the site toward the large white trailer where they’d get Bethany. Even that slight touch sent arousal spearing through Coop and started his fresh bite marks tingling.

  As they crossed the dirt-packed wide open space at the front of the site, Bethany came out of the trailer and waved at them. Coop’s heart jumped in his throat at the sight of her. He was just about to wave back when all of a sudden, a figure in dark clothes darted out from behind the trailer and grabbed her.

  Cold and heat washed over Coop and he froze, sure that he couldn’t be seeing what he was seeing. Then the man—definitely a man—slapped a cloth over Bethany’s face and dragged her toward the open gate as she kicked and punched at him. An inarticulate cry left Ro’s throat just as Coop started to run.

  The man jerked at the sound of Ro’s shout and dropped Bethany, who collapsed to the ground like a rag doll and didn’t move. With barely a glance for Coop who barreled toward him, the man leaned down and yanked Bethany to her feet then tossed her over his shoulder and darted for the gate and the street beyond.

  Just another minute and Coop would reach them. Ro’s footsteps pounded close behind. And off to the side, Coop could sense some of the humans perking up and noticing something was wrong. He could only hope one of them would call the police and they’d get here quick.

  By the time Coop reached the gate, the man had already hauled Bethany through it. He stood beside a car down the street, wrestling with the door handle while holding Bethany with one arm. As Coop raced toward him, the man yanked the door open, shoved Bethany into the back seat and slammed the door.

  Then he vaulted the back of the car.

  Coop felt ice slip through his veins. Only a werewolf could do that.

  When Coop reached the vehicle, the engine roared to life. Coop grabbed for the door handle but the man jerked the car into the street, leaving Coop holding air.

  A car honked at the man’s abrupt move but he didn’t stop. Coop ran after him for a good block, dodging people on the sidewalk, but the man left him in the dust. Finally Coop stumbled to a halt, breathing heavily as he watched the car race away with his mate.

 

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