Shay returned from the kitchen and handed Zeb something that made him laugh. She raised her head, trying to see. As Shay replaced Zeb at her side, he set his hand on her forehead and pushed. “Stay, little wolf.” Zeb lifted her hips and shoved a pilow under her, making her squeak as the fabric rubbed her tender bottom. Both men laughed, the brutes. She glared at them. Yeah, her guilt was definitely gone. How could she have let them spank her?
Then again—she saw Shay’s smoldering blue-gray eyes—
how could she not? She was free of the guilt. Free to think how much she loved them.
As if he understood, he whispered, “A chuisle mo As if he understood, he whispered, “A chuisle mo chridhe,” and kissed her fiercely.
“What does—”
With firm hands, Zeb bent her knees and settled between her legs.
She tried to move and realized Shay’s hand was stil on her forehead, holding her down.
His eyes laughed into her hers when she scowled at him.
“Just think of yourself as a meaty bone for a couple of wolves to play with. Chew on. Nip. Tug.” He puled on her left nipple. Her breasts were swolen from Zeb’s attentions, and the feeling of Shay’s calused fingers made her startle.
She heard something tear, but Shay kept her head pressed down so she couldn’t look. The feeling of helplessness in the face of their strength made her quiver. “Just take me.”
“Oh, I don’t think so.” The corners of Shay’s eyes crinkled.
“Darn you.” Heat flared under her skin, and it felt frightening, as if she’d been caught in a current and couldn’t break free. She shoved at Shay’s hand on her forehead.
Zeb gave a snort of laughter. “She’s always trying to push me away too, brawd.”
Shay gripped her wrists, setting them over her head. “You keep your hands right there, or I’l tie them.” He smiled slowly. “And I’d enjoy it too.”
“Good idea,” Zeb said, and Bree caught her breath at the
“Good idea,” Zeb said, and Bree caught her breath at the dark dangerous look in his eyes.
Criminy. The thought of being tied down while the men did…things…to her sent heat searing through her body. Was she getting warped or what?
Shay circled her nipple with a finger. “Look how hard these are. We’re not the only ones who’d enjoy it.” Zeb studied her, his gaze going from her breasts to her face. The corner of his mouth tipped up. “Let’s see if she does.” He fetched a long strip of T-shirt from the table.
As Shay held her in an unbreakable grip, Zeb wrapped the shirt around and around her right wrist, then knotted it. After running the other end of the cloth through the slatted headboard, he secured her left wrist, tightening the strip of fabric so both arms were restrained over her head.
A surge of heat blazed up at the fire in his eyes. She puled at the T-shirt binding, realizing if she realy, realy needed out, she could pul her hands free…although it would take work and time. What were they going to do to her?
“I gave you a word to use if you ever got scared. Tel Zeb what it is.” Shay brushed her hair from her face.
The edge of fear disappeared, leaving only nerves and anticipation behind. She licked her lips and tasted Zeb.
“Elvis.”
Zeb actualy laughed. He nuzzled her neck, his day’s beard growth rough against her skin compared to his soft lips, then walked to the foot of the bed.
walked to the foot of the bed.
When Shay’s hands closed on her breasts, she jerked.
The helpless feeling increased as she tugged on her bonds.
As Shay watched her struggle, his lips curved. “I hadn’t realized how much fun this could be.” He roled her nipples between his fingers. The feeling was indescribable, and her back arched up, pressing her breasts into his hands.
Zeb pushed her legs up, tipping her knees outward. The pilow lifted her bottom, so the position exposed…
everything.
He looked down at her pussy, pleasure in his face. After running his fingers between her folds, he pressed a finger inside her. She shivered as her vagina added to the clamor of sensation streaming upward. “She’s very wet,” he said softly.
“Um-hum.” Shay’s gaze stayed on her face as he pinched her nipple lightly, and sheer heat sizzled straight to her pussy.
Zeb said, “Whatever you did, she just clamped down on me. Do it again.”
Shay’s smile widened. “My pleasure.”
Bree tried to move as Shay’s head lowered, but her arms jerked futilely on the restraints. Zeb pressed another finger inside her, sending warring sensations through her.
Shay licked a nipple, then sucked lightly. The sensation squeezed something deep inside her, and she felt her peak swel. He gently nipped the very tip.
Her gasp choked her as the tiny pain ripped downward, Her gasp choked her as the tiny pain ripped downward, and her pussy responded.
“Nice,” Zeb growled. When his mouth settled over her clit, the room blurred. His tongue, oh God, his tongue. Rasping and soft at the same time, so wet, and—
Shay switched to her other nipple, and she moaned as desire became a terrifying vise. Another bite on her breast.
As she clenched, Zeb thrust his fingers in and out of her in a demanding rhythm. Her insides tightened around him, and she felt her climax building from her toes north. He sucked her clit, strobed it with his tongue, then stopped before she could come. She moaned, and a please broke from her.
He chuckled. “No, little female, not yet.” He puled his fingers out, leaving her empty and aching inside. Her clit felt as if it might split from the blood pouring into it.
“Need an extra hand here,” Zeb said, and Shay slid one hand down to her mound, teasingly flicking his fingers as if he was playing a keyboard. She trembled.
“Open her more,” Zeb directed, and Shay fanned his fingers, puling her labia apart. Cool air brushed like a kiss over her clit, as if it stood out al by itself, and the firmness of Shay’s pul made it tighter.
A hand closed on her bottom, squeezing slightly. She flinched, her skin stil hurting from the spanking, and started to straighten her legs.
Zeb pushed her knees higher. “If you move, I’l swat your Zeb pushed her knees higher. “If you move, I’l swat your pretty pink ass.”
God no. She stopped fighting, too aware of how the pilow lifted her pussy upward, keeping her more available.
Shay blew across her nipple, making it bunch tighter.
“Don’t move, little female,” Zeb cautioned, and then she felt— oh my heavens—his finger slicking her anus and pressing in. Like what Shay had done at the Gather and a couple of times since.
Oh God, what were they planning? “Wait…”
Both men chuckled at the same time, murmuring something comforting. The finger slowly advanced, then slid al the way in.
“Shay…” she whined, before realizing he was the one who’d bought the lubricant.
“You enjoy a couple fingers there.” She felt the determination of her alpha as he said, “You’l try a cock tonight.” He kissed her.
She felt a touch of coldness, then Zeb pushed a second finger in. More burn. She tried to wiggle away, and he made a warning sound.
She froze.
Zeb rumbled something. To her surprise, Shay released her arms from the restraints and lifted her up. “Your arm can’t support you. Means you get the bottom,” Shay said to Zeb.
Zeb.
Zeb snorted. “As if you’d alow anything different.” He took Bree’s place, on his back with his knees hanging off the end. Shay set Bree down, straddling him. Her dangling breasts rubbed his chest.
Winding his fingers in her long hair, Zeb tugged her close for a gentle kiss, then smiled into her eyes. Her heart ached for the pain she’d given him yet expanded at the love in his gaze, as if she were a treasure he’d found.
Although his erection bobbed against her mound, he just played with her breasts, saying, “I like when they hang down into my hand.”
Behind her, Shay rubbed his erection against her sore bottom. When she winced, he chuckled. “Poor little wolf. A sore ass wil make this more interesting. For you.” Interesting? She closed her eyes as he parted her buttocks and applied more cold lube. He slid his finger into her anus, making her jerk.
She shivered. “You’re too big. Way too big.”
“Let’s find out.” Shay added another finger, stretching her, before puling out. More lube. Her eyes opened wide when she felt a cock slide between her buttocks. “Nooo.” Shay swatted her bottom lightly, making her squeak. “If you hate this, we’l stop, mo leannan. But you come harder with fingers, so I think you’l like it. I’l go slowly.” He was huge. He went slowly as promised, easing the tip He was huge. He went slowly as promised, easing the tip in and out, even as Zeb ran his finger over her clit, sending waves of sensation through her.
She squirmed, al her senses jangling from the need to come and the need to get away from the cock trying to push into her. Shay’s hands gripped her hips, keeping her stil. He pushed harder, and she whimpered as he stretched her until her anus burned as badly as her bottom.
Zeb pinched her clit, and the sensation consumed the pain.
I need…
Her hands closed into fists, and then the head of Shay’s cock went in with a soundless plop. “There you go. It’l be easier now, lass.” He rocked, each time advancing more.
Cold made her jump as he added lube and slid more easily.
Slid too far.
Burning and too ful and…
“I’m in,” he said. His thighs bumped her sore bottom, and she squeaked, trying to pul away but getting nowhere.
Zeb pinched her clit, and she wiggled.
Shay growled, low and dangerous. “Breanne, the way you feel around me…” He leaned forward, nipping her neck, kissing her shoulder, and the movement drove him deeper.
She whined.
Shay stiled, although his cock was pulsing, demanding that he take her hard. But if she was in pain, he needed to stop.
Yes, many females seemed to like this, especialy with Yes, many females seemed to like this, especialy with another male involved, but he’d had one female who hadn’t.
“Does it hurt?” He slid in and out, and her body quivered. So soft. So female. Mine.
When he’d been young, he hadn’t thought of females except in terms of sex. Not for friendship and love. Then, once oathbound, he’d tried not to think of al he was missing.
But now… “Breanne.” He ran his hands up and down her sides, massaged her hips as he thrust gently. “You’re more than I ever dreamed of,” he murmured and laid his cheek on her hair.
“Hel, you made her cry again.” Zeb’s voice sounded exasperated, but the rasping sound said he felt the same. “I think she needs a diversion. We’re supposed to be nasty, remember?”
Breanne’s entire body stiffened with alarm as Zeb started to work his cock into her cunt.
Shay put one foot up on the bed, his knee against her thigh, stabilizing himself. He tightened his hands on her hips.
The pressure around his cock increased as Zeb carefuly filed her.
“Oh God, I can’t breathe.” She leaned her forehead against Zeb’s chest, her voice shaking.
Zeb froze.
But she was breathing just fine, Shay realized.
Zeb lifted her face and studied her for a moment. He Zeb lifted her face and studied her for a moment. He smiled and glanced at Shay.
“Too much to process?” Shay said lightly. “Let’s add to it.” He nodded at Zeb who put his hands on her breasts.
Her insides clamped down so hard that Shay almost came right then. He groaned and puled out slightly, waited for Zeb to slide out before he pushed back in. As always with his partner—his brother—their movements came together, and within a few strokes, they were in a perfect rhythm.
Breanne’s whole body trembled, but he caught no scent of pain or fear. Stil, he wanted her to come with them, al of them together. Shay straightened slightly so he could reach around her side. There was the little nub of nerves. She was so wet his fingers glided easily over her clit.
She made a heat-inducing mewl, and her ass contracted around him. As he continued, her hips bucked, making his head spin. Damn, she was tight, especialy with Zeb at the same time.
Zeb’s eyes met his, and he nodded. They could keep this up longer, but she’d be too sore to walk. The joining in this way was what he’d wanted, celebrating that they were alive and together.
Zeb picked up the pace, and he folowed, using his fingers to tease her clit back into hardness. Zeb did the same with her nipples, and he could only imagine how overwhelming it al would feel. Her legs quivered.
al would feel. Her legs quivered.
“Oooooh, God.” She’d braced her forehead, and her back arched. Shay felt her asshole tighten at the base of his cock, and then her climax hit, rippling around him, battering his shaft softly. She let out delightful high yips as she came.
He grinned at Zeb, sharing the joy of having satisfied their female. Then Zeb thrust faster; Shay folowed. Zeb came first, the cords on his neck standing out as he pushed deep.
Shay gripped Breanne’s hips, plunging deeper. His own climax dug claws into his spine, flooded through his bals, and through his cock as he filed his female with his heat. He held on for a moment: thrusting gently, emptying fuly, and savoring the feeling of being clasped.
When he finaly puled out and released her hips, she colapsed with a groan. Laughing, Zeb wrapped his arms around her, keeping her against him and filing the need females had of being held afterward.
Shay shook his head—as if males didn’t need it also. He cleaned himself and washed her as wel.
Finaly, he slid into bed. Zeb was curled around Breanne from the rear, sound asleep. She roused long enough to give him a sleepy kiss and an “I love you” before fading away.
He stared at her. She’d said it. She loved them—oh, he’d known it—but she’d actualy said it. His heart felt ful enough to overflow. He pushed closer, enjoying her softness against his chest and the scents of their love-making in the air.
his chest and the scents of their love-making in the air.
There they were: his mate and his brother . In his bed.
Sound asleep. He settled beside them with a long sigh of perfect happiness.
Chapter Thirty-nine
Olympic National Forest
In the faint moonlight, Zeb crouched on the creekside in the Olympic forest, enjoying the show.
Bree was trying to fish. Her tail would wag hopefuly as she spotted one of the shy trout, and then she’d pounce.
Water would splash, the fish would slide through her paws, and she’d snap futilely at the escaping prey.
Hopeless. Just as wel he’d stayed as a wolf, or he’d be strangling with his attempts not to laugh. Her soft blonde fur was drenched and dripping, but she hadn’t given up. Not Bree—she never gave up.
Stubborn and brave and loving.
They’d spent the last four days and nights in the Olympic Mountains as wolves, hunting and playing and piling in a heap to sleep. Occasionaly, they’d trawsfur and make love in the lush grass of the meadows. Afterwards they’d bask in the sun lush grass of the meadows. Afterwards they’d bask in the sun and talk.
He’d learned more about his brother and Bree. Like him, they were survivors of pain and death, stil fighting back.
Fuck, he loved them. Each night, he thanked the Mother for her gifts: for his brother, for finding this little female, for her love for them in return. For being alive.
Bree missed another fish. When she looked at him, Zeb put his chin on the ground and covered his eyes with a paw.
She gave a tiny growl and snapped her jaws at him for the insult.
Truly, it was good he’d stayed wolf.
As the moonlight glimmered over Bree’s damp fur and danced along the splashing water, Zeb caught Shay’s scent.
’Bout time. B
efore dark, he’d gone back to the truck, evading Bree’s questions as to why.
He broke from the forest, and Zeb saw metal gleaming on his leg. Anticipation sweled within him. Last night, the moon had been a sliver, almost too smal to be seen. Tonight, the crescent of a waxing moon showed clearly. It was a time for new beginnings.
As Shay reached the bank, a flopping, fat trout landed in the grass. Bree bounded over, tail high in victory Zeb’s ears went back. Neither he nor Shay had thought she’d succeed. Hel, they’d never hear the end of this.
As if she’d heard his thoughts, she shook hard, splattering As if she’d heard his thoughts, she shook hard, splattering him and Shay with cold creek water.
Zeb growled, looked at Shay.
Shay dipped his front quarters, darted around Bree, and flattened on the ground beside her.
Zeb charged, shouldering into her on the opposite side, knocking her off-balance. She tripped over Shay and fel.
Her breath grunted out and then they were both on her, nipping at her bely and flanks. With one on each side, she couldn’t rol over or escape. Soon her paws scrambled in the air as if trying to run.
When her tail slapped her bely, Zeb changed to nuzzling her neck and licking her nose. Setting a paw on her chest, Shay did the same.
She shifted. “Sadistic cretins,” she sputtered between giggles. She brushed dirt from her shoulders in a way that made her breasts bounce enticingly. “I’l get you back, I swear.”
Zeb trawsfurred and couldn’t keep from laughing. Fuck, she was the cutest female he’d ever met.
After Shay changed to human, he studied the moon in the dark night sky and nodded at Zeb. It was time.
Zeb’s hands went cold. He and Shay thought they knew how Bree felt about them, but she’d been raised human. And she was female. He’d never understood either. What if they were wrong? Would doing this mess everything up? Pul them apart? His body felt awkward, as if he’d shifted into skin that was too smal.
By the God, how did males ever manage to do this? As his courage drained away, he needed to touch her, to feel her against him. He puled her to her feet. “Bree, I need a kiss.” Standing close enough to feel the heat radiating from Zeb’s body, Bree looked up at him. His eyes were shadowed in the dim moonlight, his jaw muscles tight. He’d been laughing a moment ago. She laid her hand on his cheek. “Is something wrong?”
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