I whimper. Closing my eyes, I lean my head back on Nash’s chest and arch into his touch as he pinches the nipples a little tighter.
“Fuck. You’re so hot, kitten.” Ben’s lips are the side of my jaw. With light kisses, he reaches my mouth. Instead of kissing me, he nips lightly on my bottom lip.
“My wolf can smell your pussy.” Ben’s hand strokes my inner thigh. “It smells like it’s ready for a good tongue lashing. Would you like that, little Shav?”
“Mmmm,” is all I can manage. With an open mouth, I suck in oxygen on the return inhale.
Nash drops his hands to my waist.
I voice my disappointment. Nash chuckles in my ear where he continues to nuzzle. He turns me around to look at him.
Oh. My. God. The heat in his eyes. I’m confused by that, but my raging libido quickly douses that emotion.
With the tenderest of touches, Nash strokes my face with both thumbs. “Baby, I was going to ask you if you’re sure.” He smiles. “But you’re so lit up, it’s obvious what you want.”
Back at ya, Nash.
He presses his lips to my forehead. Why won’t he kiss my mouth?
Ben’s hands slide under my skirt to caress my behind. A finger finds the fabric between my cheeks.
“Mmmmm, our sweet kitten is wearing a thong.” He lifts my skirt, cupping and squeezing my bare cheeks. “Wanna see, Nash?”
Nostrils flared, Nash looks down as Ben twists my hips a bit. I let him.
“Don’t you just wanna bite that ass?” Ben growls, his drawl strong and sexy.
On that heated compliment, I push my rear firmly into his hands.
“Look at that invitation. Can you smell her essence, cuz?” Ben hisses, his hand caressing my behind. “I’m going to come in my fucking pants.”
Lowering my head, I smile and look at the two wolves from beneath my lashes. What do I say to this? Nothing. Just shut up and enjoy.
Nash’s gaze meets mine. “I’ve been a walking hard on for months, rubbing it out every day in the shower. I pictured you, Shav, stroking my cock for me.”
You did? My jaw drops. My head raises in utter shock. I think I’ve stepped into an alternate universe.
Nash exchanges a look with Ben then with a blink shifts his gaze softly to my eyes. “In the master, I drew you a bath with that oil you like. You go enjoy it while Ben and I discuss a few ground rules.”
“I want to be a part of that discussion,” I murmur.
Still caressing my behind, Ben kisses my shoulder. “Not this one, kitten. We’re going to draw straws to see who gets to taste you first. It might get violent.”
The expression on Nash’s face communicates erotically with my sex. Every muscle south of my waist clenches. I inhale sharply and bite my lip.
“Why, Miss Shavone, your ass just turned into a tight little bundle of heaven. Do you like the idea of two wolves burning up for you?”
“I’ve never been more aroused,” I whisper, my muscles clenching tighter still.
Nash reaches up to barely touch my breasts, presses his thumbs on my nipples. “Damn, I never expected this from you, Shavone,” he growls, lightly rolling the hard nubs between his fingers. “Never.”
Nor I from you.
Removing his hands, Nash forces Ben to remove his as well. “Go, now, baby.” Nash turns me to the stairs. “Before we lose all control and take you right here on the sectional.”
Yes, please.
Ben kisses behind my ear. “Fourth door on the right, in case you forgot.”
Squaring my shoulders, I stand up straight. Not bothering to straighten my skirt, I take the stairs with it hiked to my hips and a wiggle in my behind.
Ben groans. “She is a natural born cock tease.”
By the time I reach Ben’s bedroom, I’m able to breathe semi-normally. I’d been inhaling so shallowly that I’m a bit lightheaded. I sit on the edge of the bed. A few deep intakes of oxygen and my brain is functioning again, too.
Did that just happen? It did. I snort a surprised giggle and bite my lip. Wow. Every single one of my nerve endings is alive and awake and wanting.
Can I really do this? My fingers lift my cami off. There’s my answer. In a moment of wicked brashness, I decide to leave a trail of clothes to the bathroom. The cami, I fling on the bed. Two steps more to the bath, I leave a high heel. The other shoe, I drop three steps past that one. Taking five steps, I stop, unzip my skirt and drop it. Geez. Every movement feels sensuous, and over the top erotic.
The thong, I drape it over a chair just outside the bathroom.
A flash of doubt flits through my brain. No. No. No. I tell myself, don’t overthink it. I care for them and they both care for me. Above all, I trust them. Inside the bathroom, I stop in my tracks.
The only light comes from the gas fireplace and a smattering of lit candles placed around the tub. It looks so romantic and inviting. Soft music plays from speakers hidden somewhere in the ceiling.
The tub is one of those modern infinity-edge fixtures floating in the middle of the room. A spout in the ceiling continually adds water.
Taking the tie off the end of my braid, I finger comb the length of my hair and bunch it on top of my head. As I walk to the toilet closet, I secure the sloppy bun the best I can with the same tie.
I go pee and then come back to test the bathwater with my fingertips. Perfect. Carefully, I step in and sink to my chin in my favorite bath oil. Oh, it feels good. I close my eyes and relax against the perfectly shaped porcelain tub.
Expecting to experience doubt again, I’m surprised when all I feel is excitement. The water does nothing to ease the oversensitivity of my skin. Oh, I want them both. Conventional attitudes say it’s outrageous. The psych student who aced human sexuality says it’s fine. We’re all single and all adults. The woman in me writhes in anticipation.
How surprising is Nash? The tidbit that he was into unconventional relationships now makes sense. The warnings to stay away from Ben weren’t about Ben as much as they were warnings to the straight-laced girl Nash assumed I was. Honestly, who I assumed I was. Who would have thought that I’d be willing to try a threesome? Not I.
How apt that Harold Melvin sings about knowing someone by now. Clearly, I don’t know myself or Nash at all.
My teenage crush wants me. Whoa. The desire was clearly evident in Nash’s eyes and his tented pants. That bulge is one potent aphrodisiac. And Ben? Long forgotten muscles convulse in sweet yearning at his promise of using his tongue on me.
My mind does a quick process of what making love with Ben and Nash tonight might do to our relationships. Being with them could bring the three of us closer — make it easier to talk about Val, perhaps? Ben, especially, seems amenable to doing so.
Would doing this tonight hurt my mission of finding her? I can’t think of any reason it should. Then again sexual arousal does limit blood flow to the brain. The truth is that nothing will keep me from helping Val in any way I can. She’s the only family I have left. I have to find her.
No, tonight will simply be a pleasant sexual recess. Tomorrow is back on track. Tonight will be about making up for two years of celibacy. Maybe it can serve as research for my thesis somehow.
That’s it. Justify blinding lust by filing it under research. My mouth goes up at the corners in a tongue-in-cheek smile.
“Well, she’s smiling,” Nash murmurs.
I open my eyes to the guys standing on either side of the tub peering down at me. How did they sneak in without me hearing them? So stealthy.
They’ve taken off their shirts. Oh, look at those physiques — defined pecs and abs, and those sexy deep creases at their hips that disappear into their jeans. One glance at their torsos and my analyzing fades, replaced by pure thoughtless, wanton desire.
“That must mean she hasn’t changed her mind.” Ben smiles down at me.
I grin and slowly shake my head.
“No bubbles, huh?” He licks his lips and takes in my body.
I rai
se an arm and let the silky water drip off my elbow. “Most bubbling chemicals are toxic.”
“The last thing we want on sexy Shav are toxic chemicals.” Nash’s mouth is open and he’s practically panting, eyes roving over every inch of my body, lingering longest on my breasts. He likes my breasts. A lot. Apparently they like him and his ogle, because my nipples pucker hard under his gaze.
Nash hums low in response.
Wow. I feel gorgeous and sexy. Their desire evident and the appreciation in their eyes only serves to inflame my arousal to a whole other level. I press my thighs together. The light friction only makes my want worse.
Ben raises his fist to his nose and, meeting my gaze, inhales deeply. I bite my lip when I realize it’s my thong in his hand. I think a little return teasing is in order.
“Oh, Sir Benjamin.” I clasp my hands and stretch my arms over my head.
The wolves practically snarl watching my body arch out of the water. Oh, this is fun.
“We’ve got a problem.” I frown at Ben. His face falls. I’m so wicked and it is so delicious. “I promised Nash I wouldn’t sleep with you.”
Nash barks out a laugh. I glance at him, marveling that he is okay with this. That’s a question to ask and analyze later — much later.
“That’s not a problem at all.” Ben grins, his eyes promising retribution for my teasing. “We won’t be sleeping.” Reaching down, he turns a spigot and the stream of water from the ceiling stops.
“Bath time’s over, baby.” Nash leans down, holding out a hand palm up.
From the other side, Ben does the same. I put my hands in theirs. Let the experimentation begin.
chapter twenty-eight
LOOK AT HER. How is the water not boiling in that tub? Her sizzling body makes my blood run hot and wild. A thick, feral rumble surges low in my chest.
“Nash. Your wolf,” Ben says low, his own auburn barely contained.
“You handle yours. I’ll take care of mine.” Hope to hell I can keep him in line. He wants her now, right the fuck now, the driving need to be buried inside her, to hear her mewls of pleasure tying me in knots.
“Are you okay?” Shavone asks me, her dripping wet body taunting both wolves and men.
“I just want you. My wolf does, too. A lot.”
“I can tell.” Her mouth twists up in a wicked smile.
She is a witchy woman in more ways than one. Damn. Her sweet tits are perfect, the little berry colored nipples puckered and ripe, calling to me. My hands around her waist, I haul her out of the tub.
Ben grabs two towels from the warmer and, like we agreed, I get her chest and upper torso, he her legs and the ass he’s been obsessing over since he met the grown up Shavone in the bar.
Her arm is slightly bruised where I grabbed her on Sunday. Damn it. Oh, baby, I’m so sorry. I kiss the faint mark, carefully pat it dry.
“You know I bruise easily,” she whispers. “It’s okay.”
No, it’s not. I’d kill anyone else who left a mark on her like this. The wolf in me chews me a new one — as he should.
Ben, kneeling behind her, dries her toned legs. “You’ve got the most incredible ass, kitten.” He rains kisses all over her cheeks.
She giggles, the sound swelling my cock more.
Drying her other arm, I smile. “What’s he doing to you, little Shav?”
“He’s kissing my ass.” She laughs, joking.
Baring his human teeth, Ben lightly nips the curve just above her thigh. She yelps.
“Mmmm. I could just eat you up, Miss Shavone.” With a wet, open mouth, he licks the creamy skin he just bit.
Liking it, she pushes her ass to him. As a reward, he slides the towel between her legs.
“Oh.” She gasps and rolls her hips.
The sensuality rolls off of her, crackles like high voltage electricity, lifting the hairs on my arms and neck. Done drying her arms and shoulders, I move my towel to her tits — saving the best for last. I pay extra special attention to the hard pearls, rubbing them with the towel.
She pants with an open mouth.
“You like what we’re doing, baby?”
She nods.
I kiss her shoulders and throat, running my tongue over the throbbing pulse point. Mark her, my wolf growls.
“I bet you’d like something a little harder to ride than this towel.” Ben moves aside the fabric holding in her scent. Both of us hiss and inhale at the same time. He runs a finger through her slit releasing more of her essence.
Damn. She is so turned on.
I toss the towel aside, needing to touch her beautiful tits. “I want to put my mouth right here.” I lightly pinch a nipple.
“Yes,” she whispers.
The more Ben touches her pussy, the wetter she gets, and more of the mouthwatering scent surrounds us. My wolf ears pick up how slick she is, the sound flooding my veins with Lycan adrenaline.
“You’re so ready for us,” Ben mumbles in awe. His finger glides through her moisture.
“Nash.” Her pretty pink tongue slides over her lips and she braces her soft hands on my chest. Leaning on me, her sweet body convulses.
“Feel it, Shav.” I squeeze her beautiful tits a smidgen tighter.
“Open for me.” Ben nudges her legs apart.
When she moves her legs, her succulent aroma explodes in my nostrils. Now. Now. Now. My wolf gets more and more demanding.
“I just want a tiny taste,” Ben rasps. I hear his wolf in every syllable.
Me, too.
My tongue glides over the rigid nipple I’ve been abusing — just a little lick.
“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god,” she whispers. Shavone throws her head back and arches her body — giving me and Ben delicious access to tits and pussy.
Christ, God, Almighty. Surprised that her red hot lust doesn’t blister my mouth.
“You are so lit up.” I lightly bite the side of her breast. “I’m in fucking ecstasy seeing you like this,” I rasp. As if her soaring scent wasn’t enough evidence, the flush of her skin tells me she wants this.
“More, kitten?” Ben presses his nose into her crotch. Not waiting for an answer, he licks her from clit to anus. The erotic sight and her husky moan making it hard for me to breathe.
“Jesus,” I growl.
He does it again, getting a sweet, control-melting, keening sound from her lips. It just got thirty degrees hotter in here. I can’t wait any longer. I must suckle — I take a hard little pebble into my mouth.
Gently, oh so gently, I roll the nub with my tongue. She likes it, gripping my head with both hands and arching her chest into my mouth. With a growl I cup both breasts, softly knead, and suck hard.
Our Shavone breathes in sharp pants — mewls and moans with every exhale. Her whole body shimmies and rolls, taking pleasure in the touches from her two wolves. So damn beautiful and sexy.
“Shav, Shav, Shav. You’re creaming like every man’s wet dream.” Ben inserts a finger into her. Jesus, I can hear the wetness.
“Ooooooh.” She moans.
Ben makes a loud hissing sound. “Our girl’s cunt muscle is incredibly toned, Nash.”
I look down, watching his finger slowly glide out — shining with her pussy juice, and back in. Shav grinds down on it. Ben groans. “I can’t wait to sink my dick balls deep into this silky heat.”
Her knees buckle. Quickly, I wrap my arms around our sensuous girl. “Easy, Ben. Our baby’s going to come.”
“Yes.” She rocks on Ben’s finger.
“Not yet,” I say.
“Why?” She pleads.
I chuckle. “Greedy Shavone.” I scold, nibbling her throat. “Don’t worry. You’ll come so much tonight, you won’t remember your name.”
“Promises, promises,” she murmurs.
Ben slowly slides his finger out, licks it clean.
“Fuck me,” Ben whispers, his wolf glowing in his eyes.
“Yes,” she says.
“Naughty, naughty girl.” I suck her e
arlobe, smiling. “Had I known, I would have fucked you silly years ago,” I whisper just for her.
Dilated gray eyes look into mine. “Kiss me, Nash.”
I drop my arms and step back. “Not yet.” If I do, my wolf is so turned on, he will bend her over the vanity and ram it home — no question. I need to get control first.
“I want you to,” she says, hurt.
“I know, baby. Soon.” I press my lips to her forehead.
Ben rises to his feet behind her and wraps the towel around Shav, tucking it in at her breasts.
“That’s it?” She pouts.
I laugh wanting to bite that luscious lip.
“We need to be clear on a few things before we go any further,” I say softly.
“C’mon, kitten.” Ben takes her hand and leads her to the sitting area in his bedroom. He has Shavone sit on the loveseat while he and I take the easy chairs across from her.
Immediately, she crosses her legs and squeezes. Christ. The move makes my wolf snarl like a sex-starved beast, wondering what the fuck we’re waiting for. But this has to be done right. For Shavone’s sake.
“The number one rule tonight is that you’re in complete control, Shav. If you don’t like something, we stop — immediately.” I glance at Ben, who nods his agreement. “Even if you like it at first and get uncomfortable as we go along. For any reason.”
“Okay. That’s reassuring,” she says.
“We want tonight to be mind blowing for you. So, don’t be shy. Tell us if you’re uncomfortable or god forbid, hurting,” I talk over my pulse roaring in my ears.
Again, she nods — this time with a smile.
Ben smiles back at her. “Shavone, I know you’ve never done this before. I gotta ask about a certain technique. How do you feel about taking two men at the same time?” He wants her ass — wants it bad.
“You mean oral sex and intercourse at the same time? I’d like to try that,” she says with a blush.
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