by Amira Rain
"The swing also spins on its anchor so that we can quickly and easily take turns giving you pleasure if you're so inclined. We can also tighten the straps around your legs and arms so that you can be suspended, receiving pleasure, without having to hold on to anything. Though even when tightened, the padding in the straps should make it so that they won't pinch or hurt."
Swallowing, I let my towel fall to the floor. "Forget dinner. Let's try this out right now."
Chase and Grayson immediately and simultaneously raked their gazes over my now-naked body, an extreme hunger, though not for food, evident in their eyes. I thought I was going to get my wish. I thought we were going to test out the swing right then.
However, after a moment or two, Grayson scooped me up in his strong arms and carried me over to the dinner table, which was already laden with food. "Ever had dinner naked before?"
I scoffed, irritated. "Naked and while wearing three Ticklers that are quickly driving me half-insane? Can't say that I have. And for the record, let me state that you and Chase are sexual torturers."
Chuckling, Grayson moved his mouth to my ear and spoke in a low voice. "Maybe. But I think you like it."
I scoffed again, but didn't respond. Maybe I did like it a little. Though, if dinner wasn't a fairly quick affair, I felt like I might overturn the heavy oak table out of frustration.
Fortunately, Chase and Grayson seemed just as eager to try out the swing as I was, and dinner was a fairly quick affair. During the meal, I sat on Grayson's lap, squirming and sighing periodically, while he and Chase fed me bites of steak, French fries, sautéed vegetables, and salad.
Being that I couldn't really focus on the food, despite it being delicious, I didn't really eat very much, more like sampled everything; however, I did manage to empty an enormous glass of red wine, which seemed to have the effect of heightening my excitement even further. Though, of course, sitting on Grayson's lap, feeling his manhood become rock-hard beneath my seat, might have had something to do with that as well.
When Grayson finally rose from the table and carried me over to the swing, Chase got up and turned off all but one or two small lamps in the cabin, then lit more candles to join those on the dinner table, filling the entire cabin with a soft, warm glow. I realized I was now practically panting with desire, my most intimate parts drenched in slickness. I was so turned on, I wasn't self-conscious or hesitant in the least, when Grayson began helping me get into the swing, even though being positioned in a “pleasure swing” was a brand-new experience.
He first guided me to step into a large padded harness-type formation of straps that served as the swing's seat; then, once I was sitting in the seat, he put my legs into loops, which he tightened.
Chase had joined us by this point, and tightened loops around my arms. Now fully suspended, I pushed gently against Chase's hard chest, making myself swing just as gently. I found that what Chase had said had been completely correct. The padded straps around my rear, legs and arms didn't hurt in the least, and in fact, they were actually pretty comfortable. And being suspended in the swing was fun. Now, I just needed Chase and Grayson to get out of their clothes so they could join me in the fun.
After spending a few seconds surveying the main anchor bolt holding the swing, and me in it, to the oak rafter, just making sure it looked entirely secure, which it did, I lowered my gaze to Chase and Grayson, opening my mouth to ask them to undress. However, there was no need. They were one step ahead of me, both of them already nearly naked, tearing their clothes off, their gazes roving my own naked body suspended in the swing.
Chase, who happened to be nearest me, got to work on pleasuring me first. Once completely naked, he dropped to his knees in front of me, took my hips in his arms, and began planting slow kisses, his mouth firm and warm, all over my inner thighs, the feel of his mouth making me moan.
At the same time, Grayson dropped to his knees on the thick rug beneath us all as well, though beside me. He took me in his arms, guided me to lie back, then began planting kisses along the side of my throat while ever-so-gently rocking me in the swing, rocking my femininity nearer and nearer Chase's face.
Very soon, to my extreme relief, just as the ache low in my belly had become nearly unbearable, Chase removed the Tickler from between my legs, then moved his mouth from my inner thighs to the area where I really wanted to feel it, the area the Tickler had been covering. He locked his lips on my most sensitive spot for a long moment, making me sigh, squirming; he then slowly began gliding the tip of his tongue across my throbbing little bud, making me cry out.
While Chase continued on with his intimate attentions, Grayson began kissing me, still holding me in his arms, still very gently rocking the swing, rocking my femininity against Chase's mouth and his stroking tongue.
I didn't even make an attempt to hold back in an effort to prolong my pleasure. There was no way I possibly could have. Chase's slow stroking felt too good, as did Grayson's arms around me while he kissed me hungrily, his tongue plundering my mouth. All of these sensations combined with the gentle swaying of the swing quickly conspired to drive me over the edge.
Within a minute or two, I pulled my mouth from Grayson's, crying out, while rhythmic waves of pure ecstasy crashed over me. As I usually did, because I was unable not to, I bucked my hips in rhythm with my shudders of pleasure, and this had the effect of making the swing sway a bit more, driving my most sensitive spot against Chase's mouth even harder. This motion intensified my climax to the point that it lasted at least twice as long as one usually did.
Grayson had been right that I'd needed to eat dinner in order to have enough energy to keep up with all the attention I was to receive that evening. After I'd all but begged for more, Chase got to his feet, used the pulley system connected to the rafter to adjust the length of the straps suspending me, then slid the entire very-considerable length of his rock-hard pole inside of me, making me gasp.
He and Grayson then took turns making love to me, their thrusts making the swing sway gently. With each return sway toward them, I slid down the entire length of their thick shafts, the sensation of being so completely and deeply filled making me moan each and every time.
When they finally helped me out of the swing late that night, I was so spent from pleasure that my legs felt like rubber. Chase carried me to bed, and I fell asleep almost instantly, certain I was drifting off with my mouth curved in a very satisfied smile. I slept hard, wrapped in his and Grayson's strong arms, though, when I awoke late the next morning, they were both gone.
I figured there might have been more enemy wolf trouble overnight, and when I talked to Flora on the phone around lunchtime, she confirmed this.
“And it just figures. The first day in forever that I haven't felt completely ill with morning sickness, Hunter is called away to help Chase and Grayson with yet another wolf problem. Skye volunteered to watch Lily for a little while so that Hunter and I could have a romantic little picnic in the forest, emphasis on romantic, if you know what I mean, but now...well, by the time he gets back from dealing with whatever wolf situation that's going on right now, I'm sure it will be midnight. Far too late for any sort of a picnic, obviously. I'll probably feel sick again by then, too."
Sighing, Flora suddenly paused. "I'm sorry, Rowan. I don't mean to be so negative today. But I am getting really sick of it all. The constant danger...all the time our men have to spend away from us dealing with the enemy wolves...just, everything. I know he's kind of dropped it, but I do wish Grayson would bring up the issue of moving the pack much closer to Ashcrest again. I wish he'd get Chase on board with it somehow. You, too."
I wasn't exactly sure quite how I felt about the disagreement Chase and Grayson had. Even the day it had happened, I'd really been too rattled from battling a wolf in my own living room to really give things much thought. I'd also been preoccupied with my fertility deception. Not to mention that part of me felt like it was pointless for me to spend any time contemplating the possibility of
a move.
It would just be a waste of mental energy for me to spend any time deciding if I agreed with Chase or Grayson's point of view, because I would tell them about my deception, and soon, as I'd promised myself that morning, and when that finally happened, I was sure I'd be immediately heading back to Greenleaf, alone.
A move for the pack in the near future wouldn't even concern me, except as far as it concerned Skye, like I was now sure it would, in light of her whirlwind romance and new relationship with Brady.
Now that Flora had brought up the subject of a possible move, I realized that I did maybe have an opinion about it. I wanted Skye, Flora, Lily, and the new baby to be as safe as possible in the long-term. Of course, that made it seem as if a move closer to Ashcrest would be the only position I could support. Although, at the same time, Grayson's position just didn't sit well with me. Or, maybe it was that Chase's thinking made too much sense to me.
The people living in all the small towns and villages around Shadowfen needed protection; Chase was absolutely correct about that. A pack move would mean more wolf attacks for these people and death for many. I could see how it might even be possible that after a few years, wolves could take over the whole area, killing or enslaving everyone. The people in the area needed the protection of the pack, and it didn't seem right that the pack should withdraw that protection to move, in search of a simpler, easier, less-dangerous life near Ashcrest.
I knew Grayson and Flora just wanted everyone in the pack to be safe. I could definitely understand their thinking, Flora's especially, with her being a mother. But as she continued talking on the phone, elaborating on her frustration with remaining in Shadowfen, I realized that if I were in her position, even if I were pregnant, even if it were possible for me to become pregnant, I wouldn't feel the same way. I'd want to remain in Shadowfen, with Chase and his men protecting the village and the people living near it.
I felt this way simply because I knew I could never live a happy, fulfilling life in a new village near Ashcrest while knowing that the move from Shadowfen had left people unprotected.
This wasn't to say that I judged Flora for her thinking; I didn't at all. I felt like a pack move was one of those instances where everyone in the village would have to think for themselves, and no one's thinking or decision could be "wrong." Flora and Grayson wanting a life of more safety and less danger wasn't wrong, but Chase wanting to remain in Shadowfen, duty-bound to the people in the surrounding villages and towns, certainly wasn't wrong, either.
In fact, while I still saw both him and Grayson as heroic and selfless, his stance had maybe elevated his level of heroism and selflessness just a bit in my mind.
Though, regardless of what I thought about the whole situation, I knew it didn't even matter. None of it even directly concerned me. Or, it didn't until a week or so later, when Chase and Grayson began trying to kill each other out in the lane.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
During the previous week or so, I hadn't seen Chase and Grayson very much. We'd had a few dinners together, and a few sessions with the new “pleasure swing” each one of them so enjoyable that I still could not bring myself to tell them about my deception, to my increasing shame and self-loathing. I was coming to think of myself as the most selfish, cowardly person in the world.
On this particular day, a sunny, warm day in May, it had been a solid twenty-four hours since I'd seen Chase and Grayson. They'd been having problems with a small but very fierce pack of enemy wolves passing through the area, and they'd been working long hours dealing with the situation, doing surveillance, running patrols, and finally, as they'd done the previous night, attacking and killing the enemy wolf pack.
When Grayson texted that they were heading back to the village, I gasped with joy. I was more than eager to see them. However, at the same time, my joy was mingled with a sense of profound dread. That morning, I'd given myself yet another deadline to tell them about my deception. I'd given myself a time limit of forty-eight hours from the time I saw them. If I couldn't muster the courage to do it in that time, I was going to leave a note, then drive one of their trucks back to Greenleaf, a cowardly move, I was sure. But, as I'd come to believe, I was a coward. I'd proven that.
Now it was time. Time to reveal everything. My deception, my motives, everything. Chase and Grayson had spent enough time trying to get an infertile woman pregnant. They'd spent enough time thinking that one of them would soon be blessed with a child. They deserved better. They deserved the truth, followed by a new woman, a fertile woman, to take my place.
The thought broke my heart, to put it mildly. I developed an actual physical ache in my chest whenever I thought about the two of them making love to another woman. However, I realized, a broken heart was no more than I deserved. After all, I was going to be breaking Chase and Grayson's hearts, myself.
I was going to allow myself a goodbye of sorts, though Chase and Grayson wouldn't know it. I planned on spending a few hours alone with them, hopefully making love to them, once they returned to the village. After that, while the forty-eight hour countdown ticked away, I'd begin mustering the courage I was going to need.
However, Chase and Grayson threw a wrench in my plans by not exactly arriving home in the manner I'd expected them to. They didn't come home in human form and let themselves into my cabin, like they usually did. Instead, they tumbled into town in wolf form, engaged in some sort of a brawl.
At first, when I heard snarling punctuated by howls of pain outside my cabin, I thought the village was being attacked again. I slammed all windows shut and locked them, then raced over to the door and locked it as well. Then, I peered out the decorative glass panel near the top of the door, stunned at what I saw.
Chase and Grayson, both massive in their wolf forms, were rolling out in the middle of the lane, stirring up dust, slashing at each other with their razor-sharp claws. Even though they were fighting so fast and furiously they were almost a blur, I was familiar enough with the appearance of their shifter forms at this point to know it was them, without a doubt.
Around them, some distance away in the grass bordering the lane, several of their men stood, a few of them in wolf form and a few in human form. The men glanced at each other with anxious expressions, appearing like they had no clue what to do.
Pack members were never, ever to go against an alpha, whether verbally or physically, or stop an alpha from doing anything, and I knew the men were wondering if this rule extended to letting their alphas kill each other.
While the pack members might have felt hesitant about stopping the fight, and understandably so, I sure didn't. After flinging open the front door, I charged out of the cabin and across the porch, unconsciously rolling up the sleeves of my long-sleeved
t-shirt, as if I were going to join in the fight myself. I was just about mad enough at Chase and Grayson to do just that.
Striding down the walkway that led from the porch to the lane, I cupped my hands around my mouth. "Hey! Enough!"
I'd managed to attract the attention of the pack members, but Chase and Grayson continued rolling around in the dirt, snapping at each other with their mighty jaws, as if they hadn't heard me at all.
Coming to a stop on the side of the lane, I tried again, cupping my hands around my mouth. "I said enough! Both of you! Stop it!"
If they heard me this time, they ignored me, so I tried one final time, yelling as loudly as I could to be heard over their snarls.
"Chase and Grayson! Stop it! Stop it this second or I'm going to jump between the two of you!"
I fully intended to follow through on my threat. I didn't even care if I got hurt. Mad as I was at both of them for fighting, I wasn't about to let the two of them kill each other. Even if that meant I'd be getting my own face slashed up to break them up.
Fortunately, it didn't come to that. Immediately after the third time I'd shouted, the two of them froze in their fighting, Chase above Grayson with one enormous furry paw held aloft in mid-slash.
"Now the two of you separate! Right now!"
They immediately did and backed away from each other a few feet, though they didn't shift back into human form. Their truce lasted all of about a second. Grayson suddenly charged Chase, snarling, and knocked him onto his back, seemingly enraged.
Becoming a bit enraged myself, I began stomping over to them. "Goddammit, I said stop! Right this second! I'll jump between the two of you if I have to!"
Grayson, who'd lifted a paw to take a swipe at Chase, hesitated, and I used the opportunity to dash over and began pulling on the fur on his back.
"That's enough! Separate!"
I gave Grayson's fur a mighty yank, and he slowly took a step backward, releasing Chase, with a low snarl. Chase flipped himself from his back to his feet, and I quickly jumped between the two of them.
"Now shift into your human forms! Now!"
After a long moment or two of hesitation, they both did, one right after the other.
Glancing between them, I stuck a hand on each of their chests, as if I could actually stop them from going at it again in human form if they really wanted to. "I don't care what the hell the two of you are fighting about, you're both acting like children. If you start back up again, I promise I'll join the fray myself to stop you. I don't even care of I get hurt or killed in the process."