by Maia Dylan
“Bloody thankful, baby,” Trent added. “If you hadn’t been as strong, we may not have got you back.”
“There was always the expectation that we were to give them children, and God, how my heart ached for those kids. Parks would get so angry when I wouldn’t fall pregnant month after month. He didn’t know I aced the homeopathic portion of our course.” Faith grinned at the confusion evident on both their handsome faces. “There was a plant growing wild in the forest near where we would have to tend the garden, Queen Anne’s lace. The seeds are a natural birth-control option. I would take it regularly. Toward the end of my captivity, the rapes had stopped, but the beatings were more often.”
Faith was amazed at how easy it was for her to talk about that time. She would have thought that she would shut down completely, or try to spare Ty and Trent from the horrors of the past two years, but she had come to a realization. She could have opted to do that and bottle it all in, or she could use this opportunity to exorcise those ghosts and maybe get a little closure. It had definitely helped that they were taking it so well. Well, relatively well.
As she had talked, she had known their eyes were flashing that stunning blue that signaled that their wolves were close to the surface. She had heard the growls that slipped past their steely control and clenched teeth, and she definitely heard the grinding of teeth as their jaws tightened when she talked of some of the bad things that had happened. But they had remained still and let her talk.
“And now, I’m a little scared,” Faith admitted. “Don’t get me wrong, I am glad to be out of that hellhole, but I don’t know what to do now. It’s as if I have stepped back into the world, and everything has moved on a stage. I’m just not sure where in the hell I fit into it anymore.”
“Baby, you fit right here. With Ty and me.” Trent leaned forward and cupped a palm against her face. His eyes darkened when she subconsciously nuzzled his hand with her cheek.
“You guys are so sweet.” Faith smiled at them. “But I can’t stay here forever. You don’t want a friend sharing this beautiful house with you forever.”
“Now wait just a damn minute there, sweetness.” Ty growled as he moved to stand close to her.
Trent dropped his hand from her face, and as Ty drew her to stand in front of him, Trent moved to stand close behind her. Standing between them, surrounded by them, Faith draw in a sharp breath, and the little pulse at her neck began to beat faster.
“You seem to be under a slight misconception there that we really need to correct for you.” Ty moved in even closer so that Faith was suddenly pressed from chest to knee between two extremely focused wolves, a laser-like focus that was apparently directed straight at her. Her pussy clenched at the feeling of having their hard, hot bodies pressed against her. “Yeah, you are our friend, our best friend. But you know we can be so much more than that. Trent and I want nothing more than to have you naked between us. We were heading toward this two years ago, and we don’t want to miss this opportunity now.”
“And baby, forever is exactly what Ty and I are thinking.” Trent growled against her skin as he dragged his teeth up her neck, drawing another shudder from deep within her. Her entire body seemed to hum as her mind desperately tried to make sense of what they were saying.
“I don’t understand?” she whispered, her voice catching. Without thinking, she arched her neck to give Trent better access. Holy erogenous zone, Batman! That felt amazing.
“Sweet girl, Trent and I want to spend time with you. We—uh, well,” Ty grunted with frustration. “Hell, Faith. We want to court you.”
Trent snorted against her neck, and Faith could feel the rumble of his laughter against her back.
“We want to court you? Jesus, Ty, how in the hell can we actually be twins?” Trent laughed as Ty reached around her and thumped him in the arm. Typical brother behavior, lightening the mood and easing the tension in the room.
“Fuck you very much, Trent. You try to tell her.” Ty growled at his brother, but Faith could see the grin threatening.
Still chuckling under his breath, Trent turned her between them so that she stood facing him. He lifted his hands to tenderly hold her face as he leaned down to stare into her eyes. Faith had the very real feeling of falling headfirst into his eyes, drowning not just in the feelings he was evoking but in the way he looked at her as if she hung the very moon and stars. Suddenly, drawing breath was a little difficult.
“Faith, baby, I don’t think you really understand what you mean to Ty and me. And the reason Ty struggled to find the words is because there are no words to tell you everything that you are to us.” Faith felt her heart leap as Trent leaned forward and pressed his forehead against hers. “When we lost you two years ago, it destroyed us, and I never thought we would ever get another chance at being whole. All we are asking is that you give us a chance to show you everything that we can be together.”
Trent pressed a light and tender kiss to her lips, never taking his eyes from hers—a move so hot that she lost her breath and felt her heart tremble. And if that wasn’t enough to tell her she was more than a little turned on by the move, the fact that she felt her pussy clench most certainly did!
“Ty was right when he said we were heading to this two years ago, and it kills me that you endured what you had to, but now that you are back here, in our arms”—Ty wrapped his arms around her waist from behind at Trent’s words, and Faith shivered as his heat pressed against her—“we don’t intend to let you go.”
Ty leaned forward and pressed his lips to the sensitive flesh where her neck met her shoulder. Her heart fluttered, and with a moan, she tilted her head, giving him greater access to what was apparently a serious erogenous zone for her.
“All you have to do is say yes, sweet girl, and Trent and I will do all the work and show you what we can be like together, the pleasure we can give you.” Faith shuddered as Ty ran his arm down her side, his thumb spread to rake over her nipple, which was already pressed against the shirt she wore. Her nipple throbbed, and a zing of pleasure rocked straight to her clit. Who the hell knew the two were so completely connected?
“Say yes, baby. Please,” Trent whispered.
Everything seemed to stop. Time, the world, everything. It was as if their whole world balanced on a precarious edge, waiting for Faith to speak. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. This was the moment where she could take back her life.
Pressed between them as she was, Faith felt them both tense up. Obviously her answer meant a lot to them. Her mind swirled with what it all meant, and images from their past came crashing down on her: times and moments where she had thought she had imagined a hidden depth to their time together, when she thought she might have imagined that they cared for her beyond friendship.
This was the tipping point where she could choose to start to live again and experience, at least for this one night, what it would be like to belong to these two men, or consign herself indefinitely to the role of friend and no more. She was the survivor, the warrior who had lived through an experience that could have ended her. If she was to ever move away from just being that victim and own the personality of the survivor, then she needed to take her sexuality back. She needed to see herself as desirable and a woman that someday someone would want as their own.
She must have hesitated a little too long, as she felt both of them pull away from her slightly, and there was no mistaking the pain that flickered in Trent’s eyes. Moving quickly, Faith grabbed onto Trent’s wrist with her left hand and threw her right hand behind her to draw Ty closer to her and halt their movements away from her.
Taking her courage in both hands, heart pounding, she slid her right hand up the outside of Ty’s right thigh and came to a stop just below his ass, glorying in the feel of his muscles contracting against her touch, and she felt him shudder a little behind her. Her left hand slid to cup Trent’s neck, pulling him toward her.
“Before I was taken away from you, when we were together two years
ago, I had hoped that there might be a sliver of a chance that we may become more than friends. When I needed to distract myself from things, I would lose myself in the memory of the night we shared those first kisses.” Faith spoke quietly, but there was no mistaking the intensity in her voice.
“We had thought that perhaps we had pushed you too far. A ménage is definitely a different lifestyle for some,” Ty murmured from behind her and she could hear a sad note in his tone that had her shaking her head vehemently.
“No, Ty, God no! I have never been anything more than envious of your upbringing and the relationships here.” Pulling slightly on Ty’s hand, she drew him forward so she could look at both of them as she talked. She placed a hand on each man’s chest, flexing her fingers gently into the muscles behind the cotton T-shirts they wore and the thundering of their hearts beneath her palms.
“For however long we might have had together, I had always held on to that hope. So now, when you both stand before me like this, asking me after everything that has happened in the past two years if it is still something that I want? There really is only one answer.” If she wasn’t mistaken, both men and wolves had just held their breaths. That small sign of nerves from these two strong alpha males was so endearing, Faith felt her heart turn over.
“Yes, that is most definitely what I want.”
For a moment, no one moved, as if afraid of breaking the spell that entwined the three of them together. Faith looked between the two brothers, not knowing what to do next. The matter was taken out of her hands when Ty suddenly exploded forward, wrapping his arms around her and drawing her up against his body, her feet dangling at least a foot from the floor. He’s eyes glittered arctic blue, a sure sign that his wolf lingered just below the surface.
“Thank Christ for that,” he muttered just before he slammed his mouth against hers and threw her world over on its axis.
Chapter 6
Ty just took her over. Completely. There was no other way to describe it. One minute she felt like the power was all hers, and the next she was helpless against the onslaught of Ty’s hotter-than-hot mouth and wicked tongue. Faith would later think that perhaps she had held her own, even for just a moment, but the truth was she simply let go and melted beneath the onslaught.
Ty’s tongue thrust into her mouth and tamed her own. Never had she felt so devoured, so completely owned by another. When he pulled back and sipped at her lips, then pulled back completely, she couldn’t help her disgruntled humph and pout as she tried to follow, struggling to open her eyes.
“Now, sweet girl,” Ty chuckled, “as much as I would love to keep kissing you, I think there is someone else in the room, and if I ain’t mistaken, he is feeling a little neglected.”
Faith pulled back a little and then gasped as she was suddenly plucked from Ty’s arms and spun around in midair to land against yet another hot, hard body. Trent slammed his mouth against hers with a desperation that left her breathless. Her legs lifted of their own accord and wrapped around his hips, pressing her wet core against the hardness pushing against the fly of her jeans.
Where Ty’s mouth seemed to take over and demanded her acquiescence, Trent’s kiss was more of a coax and a promise, a promise of heat and hidden pleasure to come. Dimly she became aware of Trent moving, as with each step her pussy was pressed harder against his groin, causing her to moan and grind against him to intensify the feeling.
“Fuck!” Trent threw his head back as Faith continued to grind her hips against his, the pleasure so all-encompassing she just couldn’t bring herself to stop.
It was her turn to throw her head back and groan when Trent slammed her back against the wall, using his hands to cushion the connection, then leaned forward to bite at her neck again. “Oh God,” she gasped as her pussy leaked again and clenched. She felt needy and empty all at the same time.
Suddenly Trent turned quickly, stepped into a room, and then pushed against her legs to urge her to stand. A quick glance around her and she saw she was in the bedroom they had assigned to her. Ty had obviously gotten there ahead of them, as he stood beside the bed and—good Lord Almighty, he had removed his shirt. Yeah, so apparently not everyone needed Photoshop to look that chiseled. Nom, nom, nom.
Then her eyes fell to the single yellow rose he held in his right hand. Her favorite flower. They had remembered.
Her heart trembled at the thought of romance and being with these two men. Up until now, her entire sexual history was fraught with fear and rage, and now to be offered something so sweet made it feel as if this was not just their first time together but what her first time should have been. The thought brought tears to her eyes.
“Baby, why the tears?” Trent frowned as he wiped them from her face, causing them to fall even faster. Ty moved to stand beside her as well, concern for her written all over his face.
“Sweets, if this is too fast, too soon, we can stop everything. Trent and I can just hold you while you sleep.” Ty wrapped his arm around her back, his thumb rubbing back and forth over her hip bone.
Shaking her head, she took a deep breath, breathing in their scents, closing her eyes as her arousal soared through the roof and her pussy leaked again. Both brothers inhaled deeply through their noses, and Faith blushed knowing that their wolves gave them the ability to scent her arousal. She was glad for the slightly darkened room.
“No, it’s not that. I do want you, both of you.” Faith reached up and pressed a hand against each of their chests. She could feel their hearts thumping hard against her palms. “It’s just that I realized that when it comes to sex, I have only ever known fear and rage and pain. These were the only emotions I had. And now, with the two of you, I am so filled with emotions, positive and pure and so damn needy. I’m scared it’s not real, that I will suddenly open my eyes and be back in that hole.”
Trent and Ty moved so that they surrounded her, Trent once again pressed tightly against her back, hands on her hips. Ty stood before her, pressed against her with his hands cupping her face, staring into her eyes.
“Faith, this is real. Me, you, and Trent are real. There will never be a moment in your future where you need to be afraid ever again.” Ty’s eyes suddenly blazed with blue fire. “I will fucking eviscerate anyone who dares to threaten you or make you feel any of those negative emotions again. I swear to God we will protect you.”
“That we will, Brother. We will protect you, Faith,” Trent growled beside her, and she turned her head to look him in the eyes, eyes that blazed with the same blue fire. “You’re ours.”
Faith felt a warmth spread through her body. She was truly safe, and these men, at least for now, were hers. Not trusting her voice, she nodded, turning to lean back against Trent’s chest, reveling in the heat of his body. She reached down and pulled his hands from her hips and pulled them around to the front of her body, then brought his hands to the top button of her shirt in a silent plea.
Ty stepped back slightly to watch as Trent began to undo the buttons of her shirt. Their moments slow and unhurried, so sweet and beautiful that she felt no nerves, only how very right this moment felt to her.
Trent’s hands came to the bottom of the blouse, and Faith smiled slightly to see that they shook just a little, a small sign that he was as affected by the moment as she was. Ty groaned low as the shirt edges gaped slightly.
“Jesus, Faith, do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?” Ty whispered reverently as Trent slowly drew her blouse off her shoulders, exposing her bra-clad breasts.
“So beautiful,” Trent agreed as he reached up, unclipped the front clasp, and then slipped her bra straps down her shoulders, exposing her to his brother’s view. Ty dropped to his knees before her and molded her breasts with his hands, bringing a moan to her lips, the trembling within her becoming more intense.
“Oh God!” Faith moaned as Ty palmed her right breast, plumping it up and drawing it into his mouth. Each strong pull of his mouth wrenched a guttural groan of pleasure from Faith an
d an answering growl from Trent.
“Fuck, that looks so fucking hot.” Trent growled against Faith’s neck, his teeth biting gently.
Faith began to tremble in their arms, whimpers of pleasure filling the room as her arousal soared. She felt her pussy surrender more of her cream as the brothers pressed their hard bodies against her.
“More, I need more. I need to feel you…both of you.” Her voice so filled with need, Faith hardly recognized it as her own voice.
Both brothers stood, and before she could gather her wits enough to enjoy the show, they had both removed their clothing. Oh my God! Talk about gorgeous! They each had what looked like a tribal tattoo over their right shoulders that led down one pectoral. She wanted to trace each one with her finger. And then her lips. Her eyes wandered farther down their bodies to their abs, and oh mama, did they have abs, an eight-pack each that made a woman wanna climb aboard and ride them. A lot. Like all the time.
Then her eyes fell further, and she lost her breath. Their cocks were works of art! Thick and large and pulsing, everything a woman looked for in a man—or men! Her stare must have portrayed her hunger as they both bobbed upward.
Their bodies were absolute stunning perfection. She worried for a moment that they wouldn’t find her as attractive as she did them, but one look in their eyes quelled that notion. Both men had fire and need in their eyes, which blazed and tracked the rapid rise and fall of her breasts as her breathing rate increased.
Taking a deep breath, and channeling her inner vixen, Faith placed her hands on the waistband of her leggings, then slid them slowly down her legs. The inane thought that she was glad she had shaved in the shower eased her inner tension a little. Once she stood naked before them, she lifted her head and her chin. Stand back, world. Faith Abrams was taking back her life!
When Faith stood before them in all her naked glory, Ty felt his mouth literally dry up. Damn! He was in very serious danger of swallowing his tongue! Faith was everything he had ever dreamed of in a mate. Her body was rounded in all the right places with full breasts, rounded hips, and holy fuck, a beautiful naked pussy that glistened in the muted light—a sure sign that their mate was just as affected by them as they were by her. Ty’s hands clenched with the need to grab onto her hips and slam home. He heard a whimper of need come from his brother and was sure that the shocked awe that held him had struck his brother at the same time.