Her Winter Wolves

by Milly Taiden

  “Open for me, Grace,” Adam said. “I want to watch my cock disappear down your throat. I want your pretty pink tongue to lap my droplets before I blow my load in your mouth.”

  His words were so raw. So sexy. Grace bit her lip, sucking in a sharp breath at the sheer size of him. The two men took up most of the shower, their big, sexy bodies dwarfing her between them. She didn’t care.

  Her lips parted and she sucked him deeply, the flat of her tongue milking his shaft to the back of her throat.

  Adam hissed a low growl. “Careful, love, or you’ll be swallowing more than just my cock.”

  Wrapping her fingers around his shaft, she slid her hand up the corded mass as her mouth worked him in and out.

  She moaned and Zach pulled his mouth from her pussy with a grin. “You’re so fucking wet, Grace. You’re drowning me.” He chuckled, before leaning in to nip her clit.

  “What do you want, Grace?” Adam asked, releasing her mouth. “You’re so close, baby, but you want more. I can smell it. You want to be fucked—and fucked hard. Are you ready for us?”

  Her stomach flip-flopped as if on the world’s craziest rollercoaster. Licking her lips, she reached for Adam again. “The wetter the better, wolf boy, and the better to fuck you with, my dears.”

  No sooner did she utter the words than Zach pulled her clit deep into his mouth, his teeth grazing the hard bud. At the rough stroke, her inner walls spasmed, quick and delicious, the convulsive flood dropping her head between her shoulders.

  “This can be whatever fairy tale you want, Grace,” Adam whispered, moving behind again, “but you have to know, this isn’t a game. If you agree to be part of our triad, the commitment is for life.”

  Her back arched and she gasped, her body shuddering flush against his. Adam claimed her mouth again, soapy fingers working her tits and waist, slipping over her hips and around the full curve of her ass. He slid his hand between her cheeks and circled her tight hole. Teasing her nipples with his other hand, he pinched the stiff peaks.

  With a cry, a second climax crashed. Adam rode the wave, buttering her ass more. Zach pulled his face from her throbbing pussy and stood slowly. He took her hands, and pulled her down to the marble floor. He sat on the warm stone, guiding Grace to straddle his jutting cock.

  “Ride him, Grace,” Adam said, circling her tight rim. “Take Zach’s cock. Let him fill you.”

  Adam ran his hand lower as Zach hooked his hands onto her hips, impaling her with a single thrust. Her eyes flew wide as his large member stretched her wide. “Oh my GOD! Now I know what the Brits mean when they say get stuffed!”

  Adam laughed and leaned in, pressing the hard bar of his cock to her back. “You ain’t felt nothing yet, love.”

  “Fuck, Grace! You’re wet and tight. So slick and hot,” Zach snarled. “Watching my dick slide, drenched in your wetness is so goddamned sexy.” He snaked his hand through her wet hair and took her mouth. Grace rolled her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Milk me, love. Grind me deep. Let me make you come again so you’re ready for Adam.”

  Adam sunk to his knees beside her, his thick member in one hand. “Oh, she’ll take me, no problem.”

  Zach sucked her tits, nipping the stiff peaks as she rode his hard length, drawing him in and out. A feral growl formed in his throat, his body rigid and prone. “Zach! Your cock is so thick and hard. I feel it swelling inside me!”

  “He’s getting ready to blow, honey, but not before I take you, too,” Adam growled.

  “No! Fuck me harder. Please...just a little longer,” she moaned.

  Zach pulled her toward his chest, raising her ass high. Holding her waist with one hand, Adam spread her slick wetness toward her tight hole before sliding his fingers inside, slowly. “You want longer and harder? I got you, baby. I’m all yours, too.”

  She groaned at the decadent feel at first, but her whole body tensed when he spread her cheeks, his bulging head replacing his fingers against her snug entrance.

  “Adam—”

  “Relax, Grace. You love double stuff cookies and I guarantee you’ll love this more,” he cajoled.

  The fear of the unknown shot adrenaline racing through her veins and Adam inhaled, teasing her pussy from behind. “Do you trust me, Gracie?”

  “Y…y…yes,” she gasped.

  “Then take me, love. All of me.”

  Zach circled her clit, his mouth on her breast as, inch by inch, Adam slid his full member deeply into her tight channel. Air froze in Grace’s lungs. The fact that both were inside her at the same time short-circuited her thinking abilities. The sensation stole her breath, and Grace moaned, her body stretched and vibrating with pleasure as Zach and Adam filled her front and back.

  Her legs went boneless. “That’s it, love. Move with us, together,” Zach murmured, pushing her hair from her shoulder and brushing his lips over the curve of her neck. “You’re so beautiful, Grace. I wish you could see how luscious you are, how swollen and ripe. You’re perfect, honey. Our fantasies come to life.”

  She almost laughed. Her big boobs, big ass, and big thighs, their fantasies come true? Thank God! Skinny bitches need not apply.

  Zach pumped his hips, harder and faster, and all time faded as Adam filled her as well. Electric shocks exploded from her lower body, fires erupting along her inner thighs.

  Adam held her hips tightly as Zach set their rhythm, pulsing and thrusting in time, and Grace was never so turned on. Her breath hitched as bone-deep shudders racked her core.

  “Please,” she moaned. “I— oh, God!” She clung to Zach, digging her nails into his strong shoulders. Her mind scrambled and her breaths turned to short gasps.

  “Feels good to be bad, huh, little wolf,” Zach whispered with a wicked grin. “Like I said. One will never ever be enough.”

  She couldn’t hold on any longer, crying out as a final orgasm ripped through her, robbing what remained of coherent thought. Her body went weightless and the tension inside her came undone at the speed of light. Muscles contracted and Zach reached up to circle her clit again. Her back arched, her pussy squeezed Zach’s cock and she screamed.

  Zach growled, matching her in pitch and tension, and drove his dick deep. With a snarl, his cock pulsed, filling her with his seed. Adam pulled out of her ass and wrapped his hand around his shaft. Jerking his hand over his swollen head, he came with a guttural exhale, spurting hot jets across Grace’s back.

  Grace slumped forward, her face on Zach’s chest as warm water from the spray trickled from her hair. Adam scooped water pooled on the shower floor and cleaned Grace’s back, his fingers stroking her languid muscles in long, soft strokes.

  “You’re ours, Grace,” Zach began. “I know you have a choice, but right now, you belong to us and we belong to you,” he said, kissing the top of her wet head.

  “What about later?” she asked, her finger tracing small circles in his wet chest hair.

  “Later, how?” Adam asked, brushing her hair from her face.

  She sat up, looking from one to the other. “You said this was for a lifetime, not just right now.”

  Adam nodded. “The triad is for a lifetime, Grace, but a mating is much more than just sex.”

  “He’s right. The triad isn’t complete until we claim you,” Zach replied with a nod.

  She looked from one to the other. “Claim me? How?”

  Adam nodded. “Mark you as ours.”

  She moved to get up, a slash of regret filling her even as Zach slipped from her body. “I…I need to think,” she said.

  “Grace—” Adam began, but she put her hand on his cheek.

  “I didn’t say no, Adam. I said I needed to think. I’ve known you all my life. Hell, I think I’ve been in love with you longer than I can remember.”

  Zach pushed himself up from the tiled floor to sit on the bench. “It’s me,” he nodded. “I get it. I’m the unknown quantity.”

  She let her hand drop from Adam’s face and faced the alpha. “It’s not you
, Zach. It’s me.”

  “Wow, talk about a cliché brush off.” He smirked, shaking his head. “It’s not you, it’s me. For an alpha, that’s got to be one for the tally books.”

  Grace’s brows pulled together. “No, you egotistical lug! I didn’t mean it that way. Would I have ridden your cock and shared myself with both of you if I didn’t feel what you feel? Everything in me tells me I’m a wolf. I finally get it, and Adam was the one who helped me realize that. It’s going to take a little time for me to put the puzzle together, but my hesitation has nothing to do with you—or Adam. You proved yourself and your feelings when you sacrificed your own safety for mine. I know it’s a shifter thing to bond so quickly and so unequivocally, and I’m sure I’ll come to understand it at some point.”

  “Then what is it that’s making you hesitate?” Adam asked.

  Taking Adam by the hand, she gestured for him to sit on the bench beside Zach. Kneeling in front of them both, she inhaled, lifting her chin. “I don’t know if I’m cut out for forest life. I’m a city girl, and I have a lot of people relying on me. I can’t leave Snow Industries high and dry to come play house with you two.” She spared a glance for Adam. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

  Zach and Adam shared a look, but it was Zach who took the lead. “Grace,” he began. “What makes you think completing our triad means you can no longer be who you are? Live your life?”

  “Wait—” Grace said, lifting a hand. “Zach, you said my mother refused your father because she wanted more than what the forest could offer. She wanted the city.”

  He nodded. “She did want more. She wanted your father, Grace. Oliver Snow. It wasn’t just the city that lured her from her roots. It was him and how much she loved him.” He shrugged. “Would my father have been so open to change as we are?” He gestured between him and Adam. “Who can say? But as far as we are concerned, our triad would never be bound by an arbitrary boundary lined in trees. We have plenty of resources to fly back and forth as needed and I’m more than willing to have this be a bi-location relationship.”

  Adam chuckled. “And if we count the company’s executive retreat in the Cayman Islands, we can make it a tri-location relation. Three fab places for a truly fab threesome.”

  “So, I don’t have to choose, then?” she asked to reiterate.

  They both shook their heads.

  Eyeing them, she let the corner of her mouth tip up. “So, what’s this claiming all about? How’s it done?”

  Zach scooped her up in his arms and dunked her under the spray. “Lemme ask you this. You up for round two?”

  She sputtered, shoving wet hair from her eyes and mouth. “Round two of what? You two?” Looking at Adam, she saw his cock harden as he nodded.

  “Just one question, though.” She slid from Zach’s arms and stood with her hands on her hips. “Who gets to fuck me first this time?”

  Adam closed the distance between him and Grace and fisted her hair, claiming her mouth immediately. He kissed her, demanding and hungry, walking her backward until the back of her legs hit the bench. With one hand, he turned her around and drove his cock into her pussy with a single thrust.

  Zach fisted his dick, sliding his hand over the corded flesh before pressing it to her mouth. “Suck me, Grace. Take me deep.”

  Still sensitive, her flesh tingled and stung as Adam pumped his hips, driving his member inside her while Zach fucked her mouth. Tension built in what seemed like seconds and a wave crashed, throwing her body into spasms yet again.

  The men growled as the scent of her orgasm filled the shower, lingering on the steam with theirs from earlier. They each jockeyed the line between feral and human, and she glanced up to watch what that wild sound wrought.

  In that moment, pain scored her flesh, the sharp sting of fangs piercing her flesh as both men emptied themselves.

  She held Zach’s cock in her hand, licking the hard member clean as he cradled her close, his lips still at the top of her shoulder. He held tightly as Adam bent forward to seal the wounds on the opposite side.

  Too weak and too sated to move, they slumped together, holding Grace as though they would never let her go.

  She chuckled against them both, not sure whose arms were whose. “And who said three’s a crowd?”

  10

  “Grace, you can’t go back to the city yet,” Zach argued and she raised an eyebrow along with her cup.

  “I thought we agreed the word can’t wasn’t going to be part of our vocabulary. Or was that erased the moment I bore your mark?” She blew over the rim of her mug, sending steam into the chilly air.

  They were on the back veranda. The sun was setting and she was cuddled up in a thick fleece on the porch swing with a cup of hot cocoa and the two men she couldn’t get enough of…well, at least, not in the past three days.

  “That’s not fair, Gracie. And the words, I believe, were let and allow, not can’t,” he shot back.

  She smirked, watching Zach pace. The man needed to run or to chop another cord of wood. Hanging around the house, he was more like a bear in a cage than a wolf.

  “Zach, go for a run. Go check the traps or the fishing lines. Trout would be great for dinner tonight. I’ve got a great Almandine recipe I could whip up easy. You’re making yourself crazy babysitting me.”

  Adam walked back from the far side of the veranda, his finger in his ear as he finished up his call. He hung up and stuffed his phone in his pocket. “Margot’s not at the office. Violet said she left her a voicemail saying she was heading to Los Angeles for a few days.”

  Grace snorted. “That means she went to see her plastic surgeon. When things don’t go her way, she always gets something peeled or tucked. I swear the woman has been cut and pulled so many times, she’s sewed tighter than a trussed up turkey on Thanksgiving.”

  “Talk about a disturbing, but accurate description.” Adam laughed.

  Zach made a face. “I would’ve stopped at disturbing.”

  “So with Margot in LA, I can go back to Manhattan to check on the roll out, no worries…right?”

  Zach shook his head. “No. I told you what my trackers found.”

  “So? They found a camp with spent cartridges and tracking paraphernalia. You yourself said it could have been a trapper,” she countered.

  “Yeah, a trapper looking to trap you. Did Adam tell you everything that went down in New York?”

  Grace spared a glance for Adam and then nodded. “Yeah, why? He told me Margot was the source of the threat.”

  Zach fixed Adam with a look. “Did you tell her the exact nature of that threat?”

  Swinging her legs over edge of the porch swing, she sat up straight. “Adam?”

  He exhaled. “No.”

  “Adam, why not?” She couldn’t read his expression. “Tell me now. Were my stepmother’s threats real or just posturing?”

  He raked a hand through his hair. “I worried there would be fallout after the board meeting, but nothing like what happened.” He looked at her. “It’s why I brought you here.” Zach raised an eyebrow and Adam shrugged. “Well, one of the reasons.”

  Grace put her mug down and got up, walking to the edge of the step, her fleece dragging behind her. “After the board meeting, the rest of the day was nothing but finalizing the roll out with Snow’s I.T. department and approving ads with my public relations team. My assistant took a draft of the press release to Arthur, but that was it.

  “In fact, people approached all day, excited about the new direction. Employee optimism was palpable, and for the first time since my dad died, I felt the same camaraderie in the air. Team Snow was back.”

  Grace chewed on her lip, staring out into the twilight purple hanging above the trees. Still, had she been riding so high on cloud nine she missed cues? Was company confidence just wishful thinking? She shook her head. No, the only black cloud in this came from the penthouse and smelled of Chanel no. 5. Margot was the only one unhappy about the change. Still, regardless of their shared anim
osity, Margot wasn’t the type for physical threats. Spreading rumors? Yes. But to actually want her harmed?

  The question took root, and it threw Grace as she stood holding her blanket close. Wasn’t she the one who said she pulled the rug out from under Margot’s world? That she challenged the only thing the woman pinned her identity on, her self-worth? Would that be enough for Margot to snap? Stranger things have happened for less.

  “Adam, what was Margot’s threat?” Her eyes narrowed. “It wasn’t just me she threatened, was it? She threatened you, too.”

  He told her everything. About her demand that he cut her, even the surveillance she had on him.

  Grace felt the color drain from her face. Her hands moved to her cheeks and she closed her eyes. “All these years.” Her eyes snapped open. “Was Margot behind my mother’s death? If she tried to get me out of the way, it’s easy to connect two and two.”

  Adam lifted a hand. “I don’t know for sure, but my guess is yes. She was afraid you’d inherit everything. Once I came on board, it was harder for her to get to you. Your father wasn’t as bewitched by her as you think. When he died, she scoured the surveillance tapes for anything she could use to discredit me. That’s when she found the tape of me shifting and dispatching the man she hired to abduct you.”

  Grace turned on her heel. “We have to head back, even if it’s just for a day. Adam, we have to find those surveillance tapes and confront her.”

  Zach shook his head. “No one is going anywhere. We will take care of Margot. As long as she thinks she’d got the upper hand, she’ll stay relaxed and cocky. The minute you two go in with both barrels, we’ll never find that tape.”

  “Zach, I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner about the tapes. I did what I had to and protected both our kind and our girl.”

  The alpha clapped him on his shoulder. “Considering the position she put you in, it’s a miracle you didn’t rip her arms off.”