Would you now?
Ben grins. “That’s good to know, but I was referring to both our dicks in you at the same time.”
Her eyes go huge. “Like double penetration?”
Ben nods.
Shaking her head, she frowns. “No anal sex. It’s too painful. I don’t like it.”
“You tried it with Dillon?” I ask, trying to keep my tone light.
“Yes.”
“He may not have prepped you properly. Baby, done right, it can be really good for a woman.”
Thighs unclench and her entire body tenses. Just thinking about a cock in her ass scares her. “It’s okay. Don’t worry, Shav. Tonight is your night. You don’t want to do it, we don’t do it.”
“You only tried it with one lover?” Ben won’t give up as easy.
“Dillon was my only lover.”
The shock on Ben’s face is priceless. Jaw dropped open, he stands. “You’ve only been with one guy?”
She nods.
“In your entire life?” His mouth hangs open.
“Yes.” She lifts her chin. “I’m selective.”
Damn right she is. I smile at her.
“Besides, after Dillon died” — she trails off. Taking a deep breath, she stares at her hands. “I dated and kissed, but no one seemed to measure up enough to have sex with. Perhaps it was grief, I’m not sure.” She blinks fast.
Oh, baby, don’t cry.
“I just didn’t want anyone for a long time,” she murmurs softly.
Until now. She wants us. I thank whatever spirit, god or goddess is making this possible.
Getting on his knees, Ben takes one of Shav’s little hands in both of his big paws. “Kitten, you are so sweet and so fucking innocent.” He kisses the hand he’s holding. “You can back out of this, you know. Nash and I, we’ll understand.”
I nod, but my hungry wolf disagrees with an internal snarl.
“I want to do this only with the two of you. I don’t think I would trust anyone else this much.” She swallows and bites that plump bottom lip.
“I’m honored,” I say. Despite the carnal desire clawing its way out, I know Shav doesn’t take sex lightly and I’m blown away when I think that the craving I’ve always had for her is about to be fed.
“We’re both honored,” Ben says. He kisses her hand, again.
She smiles one of her sugar sweet smiles. “Just so you’re both aware, I’m going into it with no expectations other than tonight, so don’t worry I’ll” — she stops talking when my wolf breaks the surface and snarls out loud.
Shavone’s eyes widen.
“This is not” — I clench and unclench my jaw and hiss through my teeth, doing everything I can to put the beast back in his place. “This is not a one night stand. Do you understand?”
“You do this tonight, kitten, you’re ours — indefinitely.” Ben’s voice is calmer than mine.
I clamp my mouth shut daring her to say otherwise. What if she says no? I hold my breath.
“Like a relationship?” She says.
I nod. “A ménage relationship between the three of us, yes.”
She glances at Ben. Nodding, he is also super serious.
“Um.” Scrunching her face, her questioning eyes dart from Ben to me and back to Ben.
Ben smirks. “No, Shavone. Nash and I only touch you. First of all, he and I are related and second of all he and I are only into pussies.”
“I see.” She raises an eyebrow. “What if it doesn’t go well tonight?”
I bark out a laugh. “Oh, it’ll go well. Don’t you worry about that.”
“Really well.” Ben wiggles an eyebrow and sucks on her little finger. Her eyelids flutter and she very firmly presses her thighs together.
I chuckle. “Do you have any other questions, Shav?”
“I — ah.” Ben slurps another her fingers into his mouth. “I can’t think when you do that.” With narrowed eyes, she pulls her hand away from him. He whines like a puppy.
She giggles. How can she be sweetly innocent one second and sizzling hot the next? How can both be such turn ons?
“Not so much a question as it is a requirement. You will wear condoms.” She’s adamant about it.
We both nod.
“Of course, baby.”
“Anything else?” Ben asks softly, caressing her thighs. He’s been steadily inching his knees closer, wedging himself between her legs.
“No biting,” she says. “I’m not ready for that.”
My wolf whimpers. He wants to mark her. Instead, he curls up in a corner. I don’t like it, but my wolf has to have her consent for a mating bond. “What else, baby?”
“Be patient with me?” She wrinkles her nose. “Making love with Dillon was wonderful, but it was also straightforward.”
“Vanilla,” Ben says.
She frowns. “On that note, you should know that I despise pain.” She narrows her eyes at the two of us. “Of any kind.”
I knew it. Nice to know I got one part of her sexuality right. “You got that, Ben?” I snicker.
“Yeah.” A broad smile spreads over his face. “Put your claws away, kitten. I’ll make sure all you do is purr.”
“What about bondage?” I ask. “Would you like to give that a try, baby?” Can I tie you up and make you come over and over again until you pass out from pleasure?
Red warms her cheeks, her essence goes up, again, and she smiles through her lashes.
Ben laughs. “I believe that’s a go, cuz.”
How about right now? I shift in the chair, staring at Shavone. I cannot believe this is happening. She stares back at me — the inexperienced girl gone — replaced with a sexy woman who wants satisfaction right now.
chapter twenty-nine
THE LOOK IN Nash’s eyes is driving me insane. I stare back at him with the same level of heat, I’m sure.
“Are we done talking?” I put a purr in my voice.
Nash’s head bounces infinitesimally.
With a blink, I move my gaze to Ben. Leaning forward, I run my tongue along the seam of his mouth. It opens instantly. And with a deep groan from his chest, we’re off on this erotic adventure.
Ben’s kisses were hot before. This one? Scorching. Demanding. He takes over. Both his hands cup and hold my head still for his assault. He has complete control — exploring, deep and powerfully.
I break away breathless. Kissing along Ben’s jaw, I run my teeth against his earlobe.
“Fuck,” Ben hisses, his hands stroking ever higher on my thighs.
Nash’s shallow breathing draws my attention. I glance at him. Watching us, he rubs the thick ridge in his pants.
“I’m going to throw myself at Nash now,” I whisper in Ben’s ear.
“Now?” He murmurs.
“Uh, huh. You want to watch?” I joke, leaning back. Ben reluctantly releases me.
Standing, I slowly pad over to Nash. He will kiss me or I’m done — no matter how aroused I am. Open mouthed, he stares at me, his breath hitches higher with each second.
“Let your hair down, baby.”
I pull the tie holding the sloppy bun on my head and shake out my hair. It falls to my elbows.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, arms outstretched. “Come to me.”
I slide my knees onto the chair, straddling the hulk of a man.
“My Shav,” he whispers in such a strangled breath I barely make out what he says. His hands slide around my waist and up my back to my shoulders — up and down he caresses.
Slowly, I lay my head on his shoulder. He lets out a sigh. Was that a sigh of relief? For a moment I let it be, enjoying his comforting touch before I press my lips to his throat. He stretches his neck subtly. I run my tongue along the exposed skin, leaving kisses in a line to his ear where I linger.
“Oh, baby.” He groans, the sound like a great release.
I feel his desire beneath me, growing. Sitting up, I wind both my hands around his neck. Even in this position, Nash’s mo
uth is several inches above mine. I tip my head back and with the lightest of touch, tentatively, almost afraid of his rejection, again, I trace his bottom lip with the tip of my tongue.
Oh. It’s soft. Such a tender spot on a man hard as steel. His lips move, parting slightly, and he gasps for oxygen.
Kiss me, damn it.
My tongue rings his parted lips. His giant hand caresses the side of my face and winds its way into my hair, fisting it at the back of my head. With a low sound of defeat, he gives in. His tongue delves into my mouth, kissing me like it’s the most important thing he’s ever done.
Oh, it’s so good, the euphoria so strong. I need to be closer. I scoot forward on his lap — aware that I’ll skim his erection.
With a mighty growl, Nash gently pulls my hair, tilting my head back further, his tongue in deeper. He drinks from my lust like a man dying of thirst. With grunts, moans and pants, he devours my mouth with tremendous sweeping strokes to every corner.
Oh. My. God.
It’s unreal. A desperate, searching kiss — as though he’s seeking salvation of some sort.
“I knew it,” he breathes.
“Knew what?” I pant.
“That you’d taste so damn good I’d lose it. I’m starving for you.” He lightly licks my lips. “And now,” his teeth sink gently into my bottom lip. “I’m going to feast some more.” His tongue dives into my mouth, again — earnest, hungry, possessive. While his tongue explores, mine duels with his.
His hands slide down to my thighs and back up under the towel. Softly he caresses my bare behind. A low growl rumbles up his throat and echoes through my mouth — the sound sets my need on fire. I roll my hips, moaning, and press down on his solid bulge.
Oh, the hard friction feels good on my clit. I press forward and back, forward and back. Nash groans and flexes his hips up, kneading my butt cheeks. We grind together.
“Fuck. You two are hot,” Ben murmurs from behind me.
Ben’s hands untuck the towel at my chest, drops it beside us and reaches between Nash and me to fondle my breasts.
“Mmmmm, nice.” He caresses the skin and squeezes. “Firm and heavy, yet so soft.”
Still kissing me like he’ll die without the connection, Nash’s snarl reverberates in my mouth. I smile. He’s jealous of Ben touching my breasts.
Ben chuckles. “If I have to share her delectable pussy, you’re going to have to share these beautiful tits.”
Nash snarls, again, playfully this time.
I giggle in Nash’s mouth.
“You think that’s funny, baby?” He nips at my bottom lip and widens his legs which in turn widens mine. Gradually, as he licks and nips both my lips, he slides his hand from my rear across my hip to my inner thigh.
I pull my legs further apart and bow my body, both in anticipation of his touch and into Ben’s.
“You want me to touch your pussy, Shav?” Nash murmurs.
“Please,” I beg.
“There’s a good girl.” Ben rolls my nipples in his fingers. “Good girls get rewarded for saying please.”
“Oh,” I moan.
Nash slides his hand two more inches and, with the back of his fingers, makes contact with my clitoris. Letting out a strangled cry, I arch so far back that Ben has to brace me, keep me from falling.
“Feel it, baby.” Nash rubs in a tight circle on my clit.
I groan and rotate my hips to those fingers.
Ben leans me forward and cups my breasts. “Suck, cuz.”
Nash bends his head to latch on to a nipple and draws hard on it, slipping a finger inside me at the same moment.
Hissing through my teeth, I grind down hard on his thick, long finger — half breathing, half moaning. “More.” I grit my teeth. Instead of giving me more, Nash stops everything.
“Nash!” I glare at him.
“You’re pissing off our kitten,” Ben chuckles.
Nash pants and licks his lips. “I’m sorry, baby. I gotta get out of these jeans before you inflict permanent damage.”
Hands gripping my waist, Nash pulls me forward. “Wrap your legs around me.”
Ben backs away to let Nash scoot forward on the chair. With arms and legs, I hold on to Nash as he stands. The skin in front of my face is too tempting. Wow. I’m allowed to touch Nash. I suck and bite his shoulders and throat.
“Kitten, my ass,” Nash rasps. “My Shav’s a wildcat.”
I flex my hips and rub myself against his bare, hard-as-stone abs. The line of hair below his navel bristles sweetly on my clit.
His breath catches. “With a burning hot pussy.” He lays me on the bed. “Stay. Let us look at you while I calm the fuck down.”
Their eyes roam, taking me in. They unzip their pants as they do. The lust, oh, the lust I see in their expressions makes my blood pump faster and faster.
“Just as I suspected,” Ben murmurs. “Miss Shavone's a goddess.” His eyes riveted on me.
“Do you want to tell us what you want, baby? Or should we just take it from here?”
“We want this to be perfect for you, kitten.” Ben nods in agreement.
“I’m totally inexperienced, so I’ll defer to you,” I murmur.
Both men step out of their jeans and underwear. Shit. I stare. Muscular and fit — and huge. Despite my desire, I grimace.
“Don’t be scared.” Nash grins lasciviously.
I swallow. “You’re both pretty big.”
“You’re gonna like pretty big.” Ben smirks and takes himself in hand.
“Trust us,” Nash murmurs. Licking his lips and stroking his own shaft, he eyes my breasts. “You have the control to start at the bottom, Ben?”
“Hmmm?” He shrugs an unsure answer. “You?”
“I don’t know. I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life, but I’ll try.”
Up and down they slowly stroke themselves. Why is watching that so arousing? Oh. I squeeze my thighs and wriggle for a little relief. I throw my head back and whine. “Stop teasing me.”
Both men chuckle.
“You want some of us, kitten?” Ben says.
Finally, they walk toward the bottom of the bed. Ben on the left and Nash on the right, each lift a foot.
What? Not my feet.
“Look at these sweet little tootsies.” Ben scrapes his thumb down the instep.
The overwhelming sensation shoots right to my crotch and I arch off the bed.
“And the fuck-me nail polish. You know what happens to bulls when they see red, don’t you?” Nash bites the pad of my little toe and caresses the sole.
“Oh my god.” I try to jerk my feet away from them, but they hold tight.
“A-a-a-t.” Ben scolds. “These belong to us now.” He runs his teeth along the instep and sucks my big toe. “Mmmm. Even your feet taste good.”
Geez. I’m going to come during a bout of foot fetish.
“Relax, baby.” Nash kisses my ankle and caresses my calf.
“I can’t,” I pant. I arch and pull at my own nipples.
“Yes, you can. Breathe deep while you play with those beautiful tits.” He runs his tongue along the top of my foot to the middle toe and sucks.
That’s it. I’m at the end of my endurance. Time to take matters into my own hands, literally.
“Oh, no, little Shav.” Nash grabs my hand headed for the throb between my legs.
“Nash, please.” My voice is barely a whisper. “I can’t take any more teasing.”
“Okay, baby, okay.” He kisses my calf.
Ben moves to the side of the bed. With the fingertips on each of his hands, he traces my clavicle and continues the caress down each arm to my hands, which he clasps. “Let’s put these up here.” He stretches my arms above my head and wraps my hands around wood pickets on the headboard.
“Be still, kitten.”
I try, but my body is on fire, I am so aroused. I’ve never felt like this. My skin, my body demands friction and I squirm to relieve it as much as I can.
/> “Our girl is needy.” Nash gently takes my ankles and parts my legs. Gazing at my crotch, he licks his lips, swallows and hangs his jaw. “Would you look at that treasure?”
“It’s a pretty pussy, isn’t it?” Ben murmurs. “Shaved bare for your tasting pleasure.”
“I wanna sample it right now.” With a knee on the bed, Nash slowly makes his way up my leg with his mouth. Once at the apex, he blows on the wetness there. I lift my pelvis toward his mouth, groaning. Please.
“Why thank you, Shav.” Nash cups my ass and holds it up like a sandwich. “Don’t mind if I do.”
His open mouth descends, covering my entire sex in the wet heat of his tongue, and my body detonates. I cry out — loud. A warehouse of fireworks explodes, ricocheting from my core to every nerve ending in my body.
Nash hums his approval and slides a finger inside. Over and over, the spasms rock me, pinging and echoing back on themselves.
“That’s it, kitten. Tell us how you like it.” Ben massages my breasts and laps his tongue across one distended nipple and then the other. “You’re so beautiful when you come.”
Nash doesn’t stop, his big mouth sucks my clit while his tongue twirls around and around it, and his finger strokes internally.
“Look at him devour your juicy pussy,” Ben murmurs between suckles of my breasts. “Does she taste good, Nash?”
Growling and slurping in response, Nash pumps his finger faster and hooks it toward the front of my vagina. Before that first orgasm abates completely, a second one, more intense than the first, has me arching my entire torso off the bed.
I scream something totally incoherent as Nash continues to pump and suck. Liquid gushes from my body. Am I peeing? Oh, god. It feels so amazing, and I can’t control it if I tried. It just flows. Nash snarls, his fingers and mouth trade places. He pushes his tongue inside me.
“She’s squirting, isn’t she?” Ben whispers in reverence. He inhales deep. “Aw, yeah, I can smell it.”
Thrashing and moaning, my ecstasy keeps going and going. Nash groans, alternating between licking my slit and darting his tongue in and out.
chapter thirty
WITH LONG PULLS, I stroke my dick, watching and listening to Shavone come hard, and my cousin lapping up her hot pussy juice — her incredible sweet, ripe scent searing itself into my cells.
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