Falling for Shifters: A Limited Edition Autumn Shifters Collection

by Lacey Carter Andersen

  New sexy-ass me wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

  I threw on some pants, put my escaped boob back into my shirt, and I was out the door with the toothbrush still in my mouth. I drove all the way to the sex club and parked nearby. Leaving the toothbrush in my seat, I clutched my phone to my chest as I walked up to the building.

  The club wasn’t open, seeing as how it was only nine in the morning, but I still went up and knocked on the door anyway. After about five minutes, and more knocking, an angry man thrust the door open and almost clipped my shoulder with it.

  “Oh my god, what do you want? We’re not open, please stop banging on the door, I have a hangover.”

  “I ahh…” I gulped and tightened my hands around my phone. “I left my purse here last night.”

  He gave me an unamused glare. “Seriously? Do you know how many chicks use that excuse just so they can grab a free drink and take pictures for their Instagram?”

  “Here, you can hold my phone while I’m in there. I really just want to get my purse.” By purse, of course, I meant beg the three men inside to… to what, exactly? Call me? Come over for brunch? Move in with me? Get me pregnant? Grow old together?

  Yes.

  Angry man took my offered phone and let me in the door, locking it behind us. “You’re lucky I’m not charging you another admission fee, lady. Now hurry up, you’ve got five minutes.”

  I trotted down the hall in a power walk until I got to the entrance room, passing a man vacuuming the floor, and a woman disinfecting the walls. The bar was just ahead, behind a set of double doors, and I felt a brief moment of hesitation as I closed my hand around the large handles.

  What if they didn’t want me?

  Swallowing hard, I wrenched the door open and stepped into the bar. All the lights were on, in complete contrast to the darkened dungeon feel it had had the night before. There was another person vacuuming, and a man was wiping the tables down. Since they were the only ones in there, I approached the one at the tables.

  “Hey, ahh…” I rolled back on my heels and craned around to check the room again. “Are Xadrian, Ben, or Bane around? I left my purse with them last night.”

  The guy chuckled at me and tossed his rag onto the table before looking me up and down. “You’re screaming chick.”

  My cheeks flushed and I hooked my fingers together in front of my stomach. “Pardon?”

  “Those three finally had some fun last night, everyone heard about it. Or heard you, I should say. All of us came to the group room just to make sure you were okay. Are they really that good, or are you just a screamer normally?”

  Ignoring his comments that were making me want to pull my shirt over my head, I focused instead on his first words. Finally had some fun. Meaning they hadn’t fucked anyone from the club before. I was their first. Did that make me special? I hoped so, otherwise this was going to go very differently than what I was hoping.

  “Dot?”

  On the other side of the room, those three delicious men had just entered through a side door, the sunlight pouring on their heads making them appear ethereal. They were all fully clothed this time, a shame, really, and the surprise on their faces was both comforting and unsettling.

  I left the smirking table cleaning guy and approached the three men, twisting my fingers in my tank top, but still trying to appear casual about everything. It was difficult to remain casual when I looked into their eyes and my body started heating up.

  “Hey,” Xadrian greeted after several silent moments had passed.

  Hey? That was it?

  I let go of my wrinkled shirt and clenched my hands at my sides. “You didn’t text or call me. I don’t know if you aren’t interested in me now that it’s morning, or if maybe it was just sex to you. I came all the way here to say something to you three, and you can reject me once I’m done speaking if that’s what you want. I just need to say it.”

  My heart beat rapidly in my chest, my blood flooding with adrenaline and sickening anxiety all at once. I stared at a wrinkle on Xadrian’s grey shirt and took a deep breath. “I’ve never beaten down a man’s door begging for him to want me. I’ve never needed someone in my life so much so that I can’t stand the thought of them not being there. I’ve never let a man touch me without some small part of my brain being afraid of him, and that has kept me from fully giving myself over to someone. And I’ve never, ever, felt cherished or loved, any of those emotions everyone says you’re supposed to feel when you meet the right person. Not even with my husband.”

  I looked down at their shoes, just in case they’d be able to see my cheeks starting to flush. “But I’m here. And I’m begging you to want me. All three of you. I need more of you, and I don’t mean just sex. I felt safe all night with you guys beside me, safe enough to give you all of me. You made me feel things I’ve never felt before, and if I can’t have you…” I shut my eyes and let out a shaky breath. “That would suck. And I know we just met, but I don’t care. I’m potentially making myself look like an idiot, because now it’s becoming pretty clear you fucked a crazy lady last night. Only an insane person would be here begging you to be with her the day after you had casual sex.”

  Someone’s fingers lightly touched my chin and I opened my eyes as Xadrian wiped away some leftover toothpaste on my lips. “There was nothing about last night that was casual, Dot. Sorry we didn’t call, Ben accidentally unplugged the power strip by the bed and our phones didn’t charge all night. We were planning on calling you with the phone here, but you beat us to the club.”

  I let out a sob, a gasp, and a laugh all at once, then Xadrian swept me up in his arms, wrapping my legs around him. I put my arms around his neck, breathing in his heady scent, and feeling someone hugging me from behind, sandwiching me between him and Xadrian. Bane came around to Xadrian’s back, and he kissed me before wrapping his arms around both of us.

  “You didn’t think we’d let you get away that easily, did you?” Bane whispered to me, making goosebumps pop out over my skin.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t charge the phones,” Ben hissed in my other ear, and we all laughed, bumping our bodies together.

  Reluctantly, the twins let us go, and Xadrian set my feet back down on the carpet, but he kept a firm grip on my waist so I couldn’t get away.

  “You’re ours now, Dot,” Xadrian told me, lifting my chin with his thumb. “Your world is about to get so much bigger.”

  Chapter Three

  The boys sent me home after that to pack a bag, actually brush my hair, and get someone to take care of my cat. They promised they’d be at my house in an hour, and after that, they were spiriting me away to… somewhere.

  Yes, I really was dumb enough to let three strangers take me to an unknown location.

  I mentioned they had killer dicks. My death would be worth it if I got to ride those monsters again.

  A knock came at the door before I’d sorted through which panties to bring, and I ran to answer it with a pair of red lace underwear still in my hand.

  My heart skipped a beat when I saw Bane’s face through the glass panes of my door, and my entire body flip flopped when they came inside to stand in my living room. Watching them peruse my house, looking at my various decorations and how nice my couch was, it made all of this so real.

  They were really here. I’d really met three men that I wanted in my life, and they wanted me back.

  Bane turned back to me, his hands in his jean pockets, and he stared down at the underwear I was holding. “Nice house, Dot.”

  “I hate it,” I burst out, stuffing the panties into the back of my pants. “It’s the house I moved into when I lost everything. I’d much rather live with you.” My eyes widened and I slapped a hand over my lips.

  Yes. I’d really just said that. Was I a fifteen-year-old who had never dated? You can’t just profess feelings and ask to move in with men you just met, Dot!

  They all slowly faced me after that comment, but the looks on their faces was a
nything but panic over my words. In fact, they appeared delighted. Delighted.

  Bane stalked over to me, reaching around to grab the red panties from my pants, and he slowly ran them up my back, along my shoulder, and across my cheek before stuffing them inside his pocket. “There’s some things we should discuss before you come with us, and before you panic, it has nothing to do with our feelings about you. We still want you as deeply as you want us. And… well, I hope your feelings don’t change after you know what we really are.”

  Xadrian walked to the fridge to find if I had any booze, and produced some hard ciders that he opened with his bare hand and passed around as we sat at the island bar stools. He took a long swig, appearing to steel himself for whatever they were going to tell me.

  “Are you guys serial killers?”

  Xadrian choked, spewing his drink on me, and snort laughed as he tried to wipe his face off with his shirt.

  Ben dabbed my wet cheeks with a paper towel, also chuckling at me. “Good to get the biggest red flag out of the way. No, we’re not serial killers.”

  I leaned over him as he dabbed at my nose. “That’s exactly what a serial killer would say,” I whispered secretively.

  “We’re Lycans,” Bane announced, freezing me instantly. I slowly raised my eyes to Ben’s face, and he was watching me carefully, afraid of how I was going to react, which only confirmed that Bane was telling the truth.

  As calmly as possible, I stiffly straightened and took a large swig of cider. There was a lot to absorb with Bane’s statement, but I tried to focus on the important bits. I’d fully process this entire conversation later. Much later. After more booze, and hopefully more sex.

  “Lycans,” I repeated, staring down at my counter. “Like… werewolves.”

  Xadrian caught my eye with his fingers nervously tapping his bottle. “Werewolves are different from us. They’re immortal, and they shift during the full moon. We live a bit longer than humans, and can shift whenever we want.”

  “Into wolves.”

  God, why couldn’t they have been serial killers? Normal, boring serial killers? I took a sip of my cider. Well. Gulp is more accurate.

  “Yes,” Bane answered. “And Lycans also have soulmates, werewolves don’t. It’s rare, but we only need to see our mate to know.” He paused, and I guessed what was coming next. “You’re my soulmate, Dot. My brothers didn’t feel that connection, but they’re pulled to you just the same. We’ve always shared lovers, and I have no problem sharing you with them as long as you’re still fine with it.”

  When I got to the bottom of my drink, I realized that this information had been there when I met them. They’d always been Lycans, I just didn’t know until now. And that meant that nothing had changed except me learning the full story.

  And I realized it didn’t matter to me.

  “I am,” I answered quickly, making Xadrian chuckle again. “I don’t care what you are. I’ll definitely need an adjustment period, but my feelings haven’t changed.”

  Bane stood and turned me to face him. Even with me sitting in the stool, he was still so much taller than me. He tilted my chin up, and I was beginning to love them doing that, forcing me to look into their eyes. It heated my body all over. “Pack everything you don’t want to leave here. Anything you can’t stand to lose. Ben will help.” He helped me down from the tool and gave me a light push towards my bedroom before smacking my ass.

  It took about twenty minutes and a second suitcase to pack all my clothes, toiletries, and things I couldn’t live without. Ben carried a small box of books out of my bedroom, leaving me to stand by the bed, just looking over everything to make sure I’d gotten all of my important things.

  Satisfied, I left the room, rolling my large suitcase and juggling the second one that Xadrian raced to take from me. Bane grabbed the other, despite me telling him I could carry it, and I walked outside with him to see their truck in the driveway. Ben took my suitcases and placed them in the truck bed before jumping down onto the grass. Xadrian closed the tailgate behind him, and then all three of them were standing beside the truck, waiting for me.

  My wolf pack.

  Bane was powerful, taking what he wanted from me, but giving me exactly what I wanted in exchange. Ben was commanding, consuming me until I bent to his will. Xadrian delighted in making me flush all over, he liked seeing me come undone, and was there to hold me afterwards.

  Bane held out his hand for me, and I eagerly came to him.

  The long drive out of the city and through the countryside gave me time to process what my new lovers were, and that the world wasn’t what I’d thought it to be. I asked a lot of questions and they all helpfully answered. Bane had his arm around me in the backseat, his fingers delicately stroking my bare shoulder to help me stay calm.

  Vampires were real. Witches were real. Demons. Unicorns. Dragons. Fairies.

  The info dump was enough to make my head spin, but I endeavored to take it in strides and not freak out, and I knew that my lovers appreciated it.

  My lovers. That felt so good to say. Like in some way they belonged to me, and I belonged to them too. It sent a rush through me just thinking that.

  Bane’s hand tightened on my shoulder, and he tugged my chin to the side, roughly kissing me. He nibbled on my lips, thrusting his tongue between them, claiming me as his. “You’re thinking dirty thoughts, Dot,” he declared huskily, his hot breath on my face. “I can smell your desire. It’s a beacon inside my head.”

  They could smell that? Must’ve been a wolf thing, but just knowing that they knew exactly how much I wanted them turned me on even more.

  Sighing heavily, Bane settled me back against him and stroked my hair. “Just calm down, sweetheart. We’ll be home soon enough, and then our life will begin.” He kissed my forehead, and I felt safer, calmer, and happier than I ever had before.

  Chapter Four

  One year later

  Every day was a good day.

  Even when bad things happened, it didn’t matter, because my three Lycan men were there.

  My friends thought I was crazy, leaving my life behind for three strangers. My parents didn’t understand at first, and of course, my ex-husband had thrown a fit, since he hadn’t been my ex at the time.

  Early on in our new relationship, my new lovers told me to take a girl’s day with the other Lycan wives, and they returned with signed divorce papers. The day after I was divorced, Bane took me to the courthouse and he became my official husband, as far as the human world was concerned. To the paranormal world, all three of my lovers were my husbands.

  When I discovered I was pregnant a few months ago, it was the cherry on top of my happy ending. Of course, having three lovers meant we had no idea who the father of my babies were.

  Yes, babies. Twins.

  Since Bane and Ben were twins, they insisted the babies had to be from one of them, but Xadrian was certain he still had a fighting chance. There was a bet going on between them about it, and the losers were going to be roped into some serious sexual favors. Pun intended.

  That was rolling through my mind when I came out of our bedroom, rubbing my small belly where our babies were growing, and was greeted with a chorus of moaning. Bane had Xadrian roped up in one of our sex swings, making sure the man couldn’t move his hands or legs, and Bane was fucking Xa’s tight ass as furiously as he liked to fuck me.

  Oh sweet Jesus.

  Instantly turned on, I continued walking closer to them, and the moment my sweet scent of desire hit them, Xadrian let out a howl and his cock started shooting out ropes of cum without being touched.

  “Good boy,” Bane encouraged with a purr, his hips slapping against Xadrian as he fucked him even harder. “I love making you cum just from my cock fucking you.”

  Xadrian moaned and his head fell back in ecstasy. “God, I love you, Bane.”

  Bane leaned down to kiss Xadrian’s sweaty stomach. “I love you too, baby.”

  Ben, who had been stroking himself
as he watched, strode up to me in all his naked glory, his erection up by his belly button. “How’s my beautiful wife?” He leaned over me, cupping my neck and kissing me deeply, tenderly, hungrily, ensuring I was going to be majorly turned on before he finished.

  “Fuck,” Bane exclaimed, and he growled as he slammed his cum into Xadrian’s ass with a chorus of ragged moans.

  Ben pulled away from my lips so he could enjoy my eyes glazing over with desire at the sounds Bane was making. “You’re so gorgeous, Dot. I can’t believe you chose us, I never thought we’d find a girl like you.”

  “I love you so much,” I said in a haze, and he picked me up, carrying me to the table where he sat me down and ran his hands up my legs to check if I was wearing any panties. I wasn’t.

  “I love you,” Ben whispered in my ear, making a shiver run up my spine.

  Bane was there, demanding a kiss from me with a tug on my hair. “I love you, Dot,” he breathed against my lips.

  And Xadrian, having been untied from the sex swing, pushed between the twins to suck on my lips. “I love you, sweetheart.”

  Bane pulled me back to him with my hair, not allowing me to kiss him like I wanted to. “Spread those thighs, wife, and get ready to cum.”

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  The End

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