by Zoey Marcel
Dawson sounded like he was smiling. “I’m a rabbit shifter, honey. How many bunnies do you hear of attacking babies?”
Chanel managed a slight giggle and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Well, I wasn’t worried about you.”
“Hey, man! I may be a fox, but that’s really just a mischievous dog with a bushy tail,” Cory informed her. “I ain’t no baby killer.”
Brad was quiet and she felt his eyes bearing down on her. He knew what she was thinking, though she didn’t dare say it.
Cory continued. “And Brad’s—”
“The one she was worried about,” Brad interrupted his brother. “Weren’t you, Chanel?”
The pained agitation in his voice bombarded her with guilt. “You’re just so strong and dominant like Lucius was. You won’t even tell me what you are.”
“And I won’t until you learn to trust me.” Brad lifted her chin and scolded her with his irritated glare. “Don’t ever compare me to him again. I’m not him. He killed your baby and forced you into a mating you didn’t want. I would never do those things to you. When I claim you it’ll be because you’re begging me to. You have my word on that.”
“I’m sorry. But you can’t ever claim me now. None of you can. He’ll kill you.”
“Screw him. We’ll find a way to best him at his own game,” Cory said confidently.
“Will you stop worrying about what he’ll never get the chance to do to us?” Brad rebuked her. “We know how to take care of ourselves. And you can bet your gorgeous ass we’re going to take care of him for what he did to you.”
Chanel shook her head frantically, feeling the moisture returning to her already saturated eyes. “Oh no, you can’t. I don’t want you to get involved.”
“Too late. You’re carrying our child. I’d say we’re about as involved as we can get,” said Cory.
Before she even knew what was happening, Brad had her flipped over across his lap and was spanking her sore bottom. “Ow! What are you doing?”
“Thumping on your ass for trying to make it sound like your troubles are none of our business. You’re ours, babe. And anything that concerns you is our business. Understand?”
Her cheeks warmed slightly, though the flaming heat in her buns proved much hotter. She nodded, delighting in the way he made invisible streaks on her heated globes with the backs of his fingers.
“I don’t want you fretting over him or us. You just concentrate on carrying our baby and leave the dirty work to us.”
His chauvinistic condescension struck a nerve. “Listen, mister, I don’t know who you think you are, but I’ve taken care of myself for years and I don’t need you meddling in my affairs.”
Chanel winced expectantly, knowing that hand was coming before he ever even brought it down on her ass. The hot, bearable pain turned erotic as it spread to her dripping slit and awakened it with a slow, pulsing ache.
“No, you listen, baby doll. You’ve fought alone for too long and look where it’s gotten you? Trevor’s dead and that sweet, ambitious teenager I knew is a scarred woman who hides her insecurities beneath a bitchy persona. If Trevor had been our baby, he would’ve been protected.” Brad lay down on his side so he was at eye level with her.
Chanel sniffled bitterly, trying to avert her eyes as her tear ducts emitted more dampness. “Fuck you.”
Brad fisted a hand in her hair and tugged her head up roughly to make her look at him. The frigid anger in his dark depths left her feeling cold and vulnerable.
“Don’t ever talk to me like that again unless you want an ass whooping. I wasn’t trying to be a dick when I said that about Trevor. I’m only saying that we would fight to the death to protect our baby and you. Hell, we’d come back as ghosts and haunt the shit out of the offender if we had to. If you’d been with us you would’ve been completely safe.” Brad’s thumb slid over her lower lip and he brushed it with his calloused pad.
His dark eyes warmed her. The quiet affection and insatiable lust swimming in them made her insides twist with readiness. “I know. Why couldn’t you have loved me back then?”
His answer surprised her. “I did. We all did. Why do you think I moved from California just to get away from you? I knew the moment I first laid eyes on you that you were destined to be mine, but you were Dawson’s back then and I didn’t want to come between you. There were a few times when I almost threw you down on the ground and had my way with you. I knew I had to get as far away from you as I could so I didn’t come between you two and your chance at happiness.”
The truth awed her. He’d loved her a lot longer than she realized.
Cory chimed in. “That’s why I eventually followed suit and moved to Temptation, too. I always had a crush on you, but the mating heat whenever I was around you got to be too much, so I split. I thought about you all the time, though, even when I was banging other chicks.”
Chanel snickered. “You really do have a way with words, Cory.”
He laughed. “Yeah, you know me. Open mouth and insert both feet.”
Dawson took her hand in his, keeping his grieved eyes downward. “Now you know why my brothers left in such a hurry back then. But we still don’t know why you left...or why you broke up with me when you’re the only woman I’ve ever loved.”
Her heart twisted in anguish and she grappled for his hand. “Dawson—”
“I always wondered that, too.” Cory massaged her shoulders, relaxing away the pent-up tension in them. “Tell us, baby. Is it because we’re shifters?”
“That was part of it. My childhood best friend was killed by a wolf—Lucius actually—though I didn’t learn this until I met up with him again in Las Vegas. She was only twelve and he mauled her like an animal. It’s been over twenty years now and I still can’t get that image out of my mind. I don’t think I ever will.”
“Was there any other reason why you left?” Dawson hinted, blue eyes hooded with poorly restrained sorrow. “Did you stop loving me?”
Her voice cracked in agony that he could ever think such a thing and she squeezed his big hand tightly. “Oh god, no. Dawson, I never stopped loving you, even when I was with Lucius and all those other men. You’re the love of my life.”
His lips curved up into a renewed smile, and she found peace had returned to his bright eyes.
Cory frowned, seeming agitated. “Wait a minute, what do you mean by ‘all those other men’? You’ve only been with a few, right?”
Brad rolled his eyes with a half smile that spelled annoyance as readily as it did amusement. “Where have you been those times we fucked her and she made it painfully clear about how experienced she was in bed and how many partners she’d had before us? Christ, you’d think the woman was Cleopatra or something.”
Chanel smiled, shifting her gaze back to meet the amorous look on Dawson’s sweet, round face. She would never be able to get over how truly, madly, and deeply she loved that man or his brothers.
“Why then?” he whispered the question.
“Forget why she left. I want to know how many men she’s screwed,” Cory grumbled.
“Less than you, I’m sure.” She threw him a playful wink, grinning at his scowl.
“Well, that shouldn’t be too hard considering I’ve never screwed any men. How many partners have you had?”
She thought back for a moment. “Eight.”
He gasped. “Counting us, right?”
“Yes.”
“You whore! I thought you were waiting for me.”
She laughed lightly.
Brad gave his younger brother an incredulous “what are you, stupid?” glance. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You knew she wasn’t a virgin and if you didn’t, she’ll never let you forget it.”
Cory smiled slowly. “I know, I know, but eight. That takes two hands to count on.”
“Very good, Cory,” she teased.
He tickled her, making her squeal. “I’m thoroughly scandalized by your conduct.”
“Oh, really. And how ma
ny women have you been with, Romeo?”
He blushed with a sheepish grin. “Shut up.”
“You never answered Dawson’s question,” Brad reminded her as he turned her face toward his.
She swallowed, hoping the truth didn’t hurt Dawson. “I left because I started to have feelings...for all of you. I wrote it off as a stupid crush and teenage hormones at first, but over time it grew stronger and when I realized I was in love with you two as well, I panicked. I started to have fantasies of all of us together and I felt so guilty for it. I never meant to hurt you, Dawson, but I couldn’t stay. I felt too much like a traitor for having feelings for your brothers, too, so I left. I didn’t want to come between you, or live with the shame of secret fantasies.”
Dawson actually appeared relieved as the tension eased almost immediately from his face. He lavished the top of her hand with an affectionate kiss and then repeated the intimate gesture on her palm. “It would’ve hurt me to know that back then, but now it doesn’t bother me. When you moved here years after I did, we all had a conversation about you.”
A subtle, lopsided grin crept up Brad’s face. “Cory was drunk, I remember.”
“Hey, I’m hilarious when I’m drunk,” Cory said in his own defense.
Chanel smiled. “I second that. What did you guys discuss about me?”
“About you being our mate and how all of us were in love with you,” Dawson continued. “We had a pretty good fight about it, but we eventually agreed to share you and work together to win you back.”
“That’s really sweet that you would all be willing to put aside your jealousy so your brothers can be happy. I’d never share you with my sister.”
“Your sister’s hot,” Cory blurted.
The other two men gave him silent looks that called him out for idiocy.
Chanel glowered playfully at him over her shoulder. “Oh, really? You think so?”
He turned bright red and stammered like an idiot. “Well, kind of. I mean only a little bit, if at all. Not really, no.”
They chuckled at his squeamish defense.
“You’re just digging yourself deeper, sport.” Brad shook his head with a humored grin.
Cory turned to Chanel, face repentant and sincere. “Ah, come on, cookie dough, you know I think you’re way hotter than your sister. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. I swear.”
She smiled. “I know. I forgive you. Now tell me something about Jill that you don’t like.”
“Well, she’s got this hardened look about her like she’ll lop your head off or turn you to stone if you look at her or get between her and what she wants. She kind of scares me a little.”
Chanel laughed. “It’s true. She’s a bigger bitch than I am, but I love her.”
She flinched when she felt something hard encased in hot silk grazing her side in a gentle, sweeping motion. Her eyes widened and her lips parted when she saw Brad’s bulging erection out in the open, flirting with her bare skin. Who the hell just randomly pulled out their cock during a relatively platonic conversation? How sinfully delightful.
“Wow, hello there, Brad.”
He grinned devilishly. “It appears I’m hard for you.”
“I hadn’t noticed.”
“Then you’re not close enough.” His onyx pupils dilated with arousal as he shoved her head down forcefully so her face pressed against his impressive cock.
“About time we got to that.” Cory started to divest himself of his clothing.
The fragrance of Brad’s sexual hunger for her flooded her senses and her belly tightened with wantonness. His engorged penis demanded immediate attention and her mouth salivated for him. She rubbed the soft yet rigid length against her cheek with her eyes closed, adoring the hot, private feel of him against her skin.
Brad groaned his pleasure and she felt his cock swell against her face. She alternated between soft, fervent kisses and light, thorough licks up and down his shaft, paying special attention to his glans without taking him into her mouth just yet. She wanted to tease him and make him burn for it. His length and girth proved intimidating, but regardless, she had to try. He just looked too damned good to pass up.
“God in heaven, you’re wonderful,” he rasped.
Chanel smiled, feeling quite pleased with herself for getting him hot and bothered so quickly as she dragged her tongue up the underside of his prick and flicked her tongue against the hump just under the head, licking him like a lollipop.
Brad muttered a cuss word and ground his knuckles into her scalp as he coerced her head lower and crammed his dick into her mouth. The hot, mad rush of bliss that accompanied his sudden control over her surprised her. Despite her nervousness and fear over being dominated by a man again, being overpowered and conquered still turned her on immensely.
Cory plunged a finger into her cunt, stealing a surprised squeal of approval from her that was quickly silenced by the engorged cock in her mouth. His questing digit felt amazing as it automatically pulled the dormant arousal from her that simmered just below the surface of her usual facade of indifference. Slick heat oozed from her slit as he finger-fucked her pussy, uttering an excited swear word when she started to fuck herself on it.
Dawson got up and she whined in protest to coax him back, but Brad wouldn’t let her up as he held her head down over his erection.
“Don’t stop, baby. Keep sucking my cock like the experienced little hussy you are.” He panted as he worked his angry dick toward the back of her throat.
Chanel moaned her exhilaration as she complied with his decadent wishes.
Dawson returned and spread her buttocks slowly before sticking his cool, lube-coated fingers into her posterior hole. It surprised her that her angelic first love would engage in something so lascivious, but the fact that her sweetheart had an edge to go along with his goodness made her hormones soar to even greater heights.
“Do you mind if I take you back here, honey?”
She shook her head.
“No, you don’t want me to, or no you don’t mind?”
She said she didn’t mind, but Brad’s penis muffled it.
“Ah hell, you know she wants it,” Cory said with a grin as he continued to twirl his finger in her vagina, stroking her inner walls into a frenzied state of tingly, aching sexual madness.
Chanel nodded, stomach somersaulting with raw lust and instinctive fear over the triple penetration. They each filled her orifices in some way and the scorching magnitude of their complete possession of her shook her to the core. They owned her completely and whether she liked it or not, she was their slave. Perhaps not in the BDSM sense. She must never surrender her freewill to them as she once had for Lucius. But they had enslaved her heart and she would never get it back.
She couldn’t stay with them forever, though she wanted to. To do so would endanger their lives, but leaving would put her baby in jeopardy if Lucius caught her alone and decided to unleash his retribution on her for choosing the Taylors over him, despite the fact that he’d already claimed her for his own.
She was trapped. Was there any way to end the captivity Lucius had placed her under so she could be free and happy again? If not, was there any chance that she could somehow protect her men and her baby at the same time?
Chanel wondered why Lucius was strangely silent right now. Was he sleeping, or merely allowing her to be a bad girl so he could punish her severely for it later? She shuddered.
Brad tugged her up by a strand of hair and pulled his cock from her mouth, seeming fascinated to distraction that it was coated in her saliva and she had spittle running down her chin from suckling him so aggressively.
“Your experience serves you well. You’re too good at that. I would’ve blown before we got a chance to take you all at once.”
“It’s nice to know I almost made the Dom lose control.” She gave him a sassy wink, wanting to laugh at the stern, disapproving glare he gave her.
“Don’t get cocky, sweetheart. You’re the one wh
o’s going to lose control tonight and in the long run when you finally surrender everything over to us.”
Chanel moaned at the delicious threat and the fever growing in her aching center as Cory added a second finger and stroked her inner walls deliberately.
“You fellows have my body, my offspring, and my heart. What is it you want from me that you don’t already have, Brad?”
“Your soul.”
She unbuttoned his shirt, licking her lips when his chiseled torso came into view once the veil of his garment was drawn back. “Sorry, but unless you’re God, my soul isn’t for sale.”
Bemusement drew his firm lips up into a casual, easygoing smile. “You know what I mean, babe. I want everything.”
“You have everything.” She covered his chest in featherlight kisses while Dawson prepped her hiney hole and Cory explored her sopping pussy with his fingers.
“Not everything. A demon took the light from your eyes and I intend to put it back in them. You’re cynical and jaded. We want to give you a reason to hope again, to feel again.”
“You already have,” she whispered.
Brad hissed when she traced her tongue over his nipples, making them as hard as he’d made hers while he fondled her swollen breasts.
“I want your trust, Chanel.” He placed a heavy, possessive palm on her shoulder over the mating mark Lucius had left on her. “I want you to give me what you gave him.”
Her head rose slowly and her eyes flew up to meet his, crippled with fear when she saw the dead serious look in his dark eyes. “What are you saying?”
“I want your submission.”
“You can order people around while you’re at the club working. You don’t need me for that.”
“I do need you for that. Dawson’s vanilla and Cory’s a switch, but I’m a hardcore Dom, Chanel. A casual bedroom bondage isn’t enough for me. I want the deep, meaningful connection that comes with a permanent understanding between a Dominant and a submissive.”
“You’ll get over it.”
“No, I won’t. If I see something I want more than anything, I have to claim it permanently for my own. My heart requires me to put a ring on your finger. My body demands that I bury my cock inside you. My inner animal hungers to put my mark on you. And the Dom in me needs to put a collar on you and hear you call me Master.”