The car was filled with her soft moans and the intoxicating scent of her arousal. Ryder wanted to take her right there and then. Claim her, mark her, love her.
He took her mouth again in a deep, sensual, lingering kiss. Finally, he released her and leaned his forehead against hers.
They were both breathing hard, and Ryder had to fight his beast down with all the willpower he had.
“That...” Penny gulped and said breathlessly, “That was some kiss.”
“Yeah.”
Penny pulled away and smoothed her palms down her jeans. He could scent her arousal and hear the pounding of her heart.
Her lips were pink and swollen from their kiss, and Ryder so badly wanted to grab her and kiss her again. He wanted to kiss her all over and taste more of her.
“We...we should get home,” Penny stammered.
Ryder savagely wrestled his animal lust and raging desire down. He wanted to spend more time alone with her. He wanted to enjoy her and pleasure her out of her mind.
He wanted to show her how much he desired and loved her. He wanted her to know just how special, beautiful and lovable she was.
But he would never force her or pressure her into anything she wasn’t ready for.
This wasn’t about him. It was about Penny. It was about what she wanted and needed.
She needed time.
She needed to know that it was okay to trust and love.
With his claws digging into his palms, Ryder put the car into gear and drove them home.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Dillon walked into the house and saw Penny bustling around the kitchen. She had been with them for about two weeks now, and he could see that she was settling in nicely and growing more comfortable and relaxed around them.
The guys were building an extension to the house. Penny should have her own room and living space. In the meantime, Dillon had insisted that she have his room.
He had been spending the last two weeks on the couch but he’d never felt happier. As long as Penny was safe and comfortable, he could lie on a bed of thorns and sleep like a baby.
Penny was a very capable, efficient housekeeper. She could juggle many tasks at once, yet she made everything look so easy. The house was now so clean they could eat off the floor and there was always something baking in the oven when they got home.
“Hey,” Dillon called out.
Penny spun round and wiped her hands on her apron. “Hey.” Her smile was radiant, and her eyes lit up with pure joy when she saw him. It was a lovely sight to come home to.
“Ford and Ryder drove up to the sawmill to deliver the logs,” Dillon said. “I came home after helping them load up the truck.”
Penny nodded and gave him a knowing smile. She knew that they didn’t want her to be alone for too long. If they had to work late, they would take turns to swing by the house and check on her.
Penny’s safety was paramount.
The drive up to the sawmill took several hours, so when they had to make a delivery, the guys would make sure that one of them came home early to keep Penny company. It was Dillon’s turn today.
Penny glanced at the clock and said, “They should be home in time for dinner.”
“I’ll go wash up. Then I’ll help you prepare dinner,” Dillon offered.
“Okay. Thanks.”
Once Dillon had showered and changed, he headed back to the common kitchen. Penny straightened up and turned around as soon as he stepped into the dining area even though he hadn’t made a sound. It was as though she could sense him.
Her senses were already sharpening. Her wolf was forming inside of her and Dillon felt both nervous and excited for her. He could only imagine how confusing and frightening the Change was for her, but Penny was holding up really well.
In fact, she seemed to be so much healthier and happier now. Her true strength and personality, which she had kept hidden for so long, were beginning to show.
She was playful, witty and cheerful, and she had a wicked sense of humor. She was also an amazing cook and housekeeper. It was a joy to watch her blossom into a confident, sassy young woman.
Penny opened her mouth to say something but only a small wordless sound escaped.
Dillon saw her heated gaze follow the water droplets which were dripping from his wet hair down his neck.
She licked her lips as she dragged her eyes down his chest. An animal hunger flared in her eyes.
Penny was looking at his muscular body with undisguised want and desire.
She took an involuntary step towards him, her hazel eyes glowing with a feral light.
Just for an instant, Dillon saw her wolf staring right at him.
There was raw, primal want and hunger in her eyes.
Her wolf wanted him.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Penny blinked and shook herself. “I...” she began hoarsely.
Pressing a hand to her face, she let out an awkward, nervous laugh and said, “I feel so...hot. The weather is really hot today, yeah?”
Dillon watched her gulp down a glass of cold water. He approached her slowly so as not to spook her. She was unnerved by her own burning desire and hunger.
Her wolf wanted him, and the human had yet to recognize and make sense of her wolf’s fierce and unrelenting hunger for her mate.
Dillon had known for some time that Penny was his mate. And he knew that Ryder’s and Ford’s bears had also recognized Penny as their mate.
She belonged to them, all three of them. They all loved Penny, and they each loved her in his own way.
Ryder was playful and affectionate with Penny, and he often made Penny guffaw and double over with laughter. Penny liked creating new recipes with Ford, and the two of them would spend hours in the kitchen. Dillon had seen Ford and Penny feeding each other cookie dough and chuckling.
Penny often talked to Dillon till the wee hours of the morning. They would sit together and just talk for hours on end.
Dillon was attentive and he often saw things from another angle. Penny clearly enjoyed listening to his thoughts and opinions. Lately, she had been bouncing ideas off him, and asking him how to go about starting a little business for herself.
Penny was smart and creative, and Dillon saw how much potential she had. Her parents had seen this potential and felt threatened, envious and jealous of their own child. Their daughter could and would achieve so much more than them.
Instead of feeling proud of her, they’d felt jealous of her. Dillon had done some research and it had sickened him to learn that there were indeed narcissistic parents like that.
These parents were self-obsessed, infantile and insecure. They had no qualms about exploiting and even destroying their children for their own selfish ends.
Dillon was glad they were out of Penny’s life.
They didn’t deserve her. And she definitely didn’t deserve to have parents like them. No one did.
Penny gave Dillon a quick smile and fanned herself. “It’s so hot in here,” she muttered.
Dillon inhaled her sweet, inviting scent, and suppressed a growl.
If she only knew how hot and bothered she was making him.
Dillon wrestled his lust-maddened bear down and went to help Penny in the kitchen.
Don’t scare her, he warned his beast.
She’s not scared, his bear scoffed. She’s ripe...and ready.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Penny could hardly concentrate as she stood beside Dillon at the sink. Whenever her fingers brushed against his, she experienced a jolt of electrifying, maddening lust.
She did like Dillon a lot. He was easy to talk to, and also incredibly sweet and sexy. She had the crazy urge to run her fingers through his soft, tousled brown hair.
She was attracted to him. In fact, she was painfully aware of her spiraling attraction and desire for the three men in the house.
Ford, Dillon and Ryder were all strong, protective and caring. For the first time in her life, Penny felt cherished a
nd loved.
And she loved them back. She did. She loved all three of them.
Her growing feelings and lust for her hunky bosses was driving her to distraction. Technically, they were her bosses since they had hired her to be their housekeeper. But they were also her friends. And she wanted them to be more than friends.
Biting her lip, Penny made herself move away from Dillon. If she brushed up against him one more time, she might lose all control of herself.
Dillon was tall and tanned and she could make out his toned physique under his t-shirt.
Dillon was just so...delicious. An image of her laving her tongue down his rock hard body flashed through her mind.
Penny forcefully shook the lustful thoughts out of her head and busied herself at the stove.
The minutes ticked by, and Penny was suddenly aware that the ticking of the clock sounded much louder than usual.
She looked up from the stove and frowned. Dillon was draining the pasta at the sink, humming softly to himself.
She could hear the gurgle of the water and Dillon’s soothing voice. But there were other sounds she could hear.
Sounds which she shouldn’t be able to hear.
She could hear the tiny clicking call of an insect deep in the forest. And she could hear small feet scratching at the ground and digging a tunnel under a tree. She could hear the fluttering of small, soft wings.
She could see the insects, small animals and birds clearly in her mind as she processed the sounds. And she could tell just how far away they were. She could pinpoint their exact location from the sounds they were making.
Turning slowly around, she stared at Dillon.
She could smell him.
His unique, delicious scent.
She inhaled Dillon’s wonderful, drugging scent and bit down a moan.
The heady scent swirled around her, making her whole body ache and throb with want and hunger.
She gasped. “Dillon.”
He whirled round.
“I...I don’t...what’s happening...” Penny wheezed as she swayed on her feet.
Dillon was by her side in a heartbeat.“What’s wrong, Penny? Are you okay? What’s going on?”
She tried to speak but the sounds from the forest grew louder and more jarring.
Something wasn’t right.
Something wasn’t right with her.
Dillon gripped her arms and scanned her face worriedly. “Are you in pain, Penny? Talk to me, please.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
“I...I can hear...” Penny whispered at last. “I can hear and smell...everything.”
Dillon stared at her. “What can you…?” he began.
“Things I shouldn’t be able to hear and smell,” she said, her eyes widening in disbelief and confusion. “I can actually hear the animals and insects in the woods. I know their whereabouts and what they’re doing.”
“You are acquiring the senses of a shifter. Your wolf...”
She made a strangled sound in her throat. “I...I’m Changing...”
“Yes you are. Do you feel any pain at all?” He led her to a chair.
Penny shook her head. “No. In fact...I feel amazing. Everything around me seems clearer and more vibrant. More...intense.”
She was aware that Dillon was still holding her, and his touch seemed to awaken something in her.
She could feel the pulsing heat from his body, and smell his intoxicating, masculine scent.
Dillon’s nostrils flared and she knew he could scent her arousal. She was wet, so wet between her legs.
Dillon’s amber eyes burned with lust as he grabbed her.
“Penny...” he growled.
With a groan, Penny wantonly rubbed her body against Dillon. She wanted to have his scent all over her. He just smelled so good.
She couldn’t seem to control herself. Her body wanted Dillon. So did her heart. Her brain had completely checked out.
“What’s happening...to me?” she panted as she clung on to him. She didn’t want him to let her go. “Why...” Why was she drowning in this consuming, tormenting need and hunger?
“Dillon,” she rasped. The fire in her was raging out of control. “I...I need...”
“What do you need, Penny?” he asked, holding her tighter.
“I...I need you to touch me.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Dillon could scent Penny’s fierce need and arousal. The erotic scent of her sweet, feminine juices was driving him out of his mind. He wanted to sweep everything off the counter and take her right there.
Penny’s skin was flushed, and there was a faint glow in her eyes. Dillon growled as Penny rubbed mindlessly against him. He was painfully hard, and he grabbed her and pushed her against the wall.
She immediately wrapped her arms and legs around him. His cock pushed against his sweatpants, and Penny began to grind down on him.
“Penny...”
Her eyelids fluttered shut and she moaned in agony and ecstasy. She was moving faster, rubbing herself against his rock hard cock.
“Please, Dillon...” she whimpered, raking her nails down his back.
He knew she was begging for release. She was unable to control her animal hunger, and she was being tormented out of her mind by the appetite of her emerging wolf.
A wordless plea tumbled from her lips as she began to tremble uncontrollably.
Dillon unbuttoned her jeans and pushed her jeans and panties down her legs. When he fingered her soft, wet folds, Penny moaned and spread her legs wider for him.
“Touch me,” she said hoarsely.
Dillon snarled and cupped her pussy. He pushed a finger into her body and felt her walls ripple and pulse. Dillon groaned.
She was so hot and tight. He pushed another finger into her pussy and began to slide in and out of her body.
When he thumbed her erect, swollen clit, Penny jerked against his hand.
He withdrew from her and carried her to the dining table. He yanked her t-shirt and bra off and laid her down on the table.
Dillon took a moment to gaze down at her beautiful naked body. Penny was spread out on the table like a feast for him.
He bent down and kissed her slowly. He kissed down her neck and shoulders, and up the swell of her breast.
Pulling a nipple into his mouth, he sucked hard. He tormented her with his teeth and tongue, teasing her nipples into tight, hard nubs.
Penny arched her back, urging him to take more. She speared her fingers through his hair and pressed him tighter to her.
Dillon laved his tongue down her curvy body. He kissed the insides of her thighs and hungrily lapped at her wet, glistening pussy.
Dillon tensed when he heard a sound.
There was a soft step behind him.
With his claws out, Dillon whirled round and positioned himself in front of Penny to shield her.
Ryder was standing there, staring at them with a wild, feral hunger in his eyes.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Penny pushed herself up and looked at both Dillon and Ryder. She was too dazed with lust to care that she was sprawled on the dining table, completely exposed and naked. She wasn’t at all self-conscious in front of Dillon and Ryder. There was no disapproval or judgment in Ryder’s eyes at all.
In fact, he was looking at her with pure want and longing.
Dillon’s claws were unsheathed as he snarled at Ryder, “How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough,” Ryder drawled.
There was a possessive, predatory light in the men’s eyes, and Penny could scent their desire and aggression.
The mingled scents in the room grew stronger as they wrapped around Penny like a cloak. She had to close her eyes for a moment to get her body under control.
The heady, drugging scents from Dillon and Ryder were making her giddy and delirious. She couldn’t even think straight. Her animal hunger overrode the objections of her rational, human mind.
Her wolf wanted both R
yder and Dillon.
She couldn’t wait any longer. Her body was screaming for release.
“Ryder, Dillon,” she breathed.
The ache in her core was becoming unbearable. Her need was spiraling out of control, and she knew that the men could read all the signals that her body was sending out.
They could definitely tell what she wanted by her scent.
In a heartbeat, they were with her. Dillon pushed her back onto the table and pinned her hands above her head.
“All you have to do is say no, and we will stop,” he growled.
Penny licked her lips. “I don’t want you to stop,” she breathed.
Dillon crushed his mouth over hers and kissed her passionately.
As she lost herself in Dillon’s scorching kiss, she undulated her body, wanting, needing more.
Dazed, dizzy and drunk, Penny looked up at Dillon’s handsome face. Dillon trailed a hand down her body and Penny bit down a cry. Her nerve endings were sparking and sizzling, reducing her into a quivering mess of molten heat.
Ryder was staring down at her, murmuring over and over, “You’re so beautiful, Penny. So fucking beautiful...”
With a growl, he pushed her legs wide apart and devoured her pussy like a starving man.
Ryder fucked her relentlessly with his tongue. His large, rough hands cupped her buttocks to hold her in place while he licked and swallowed every drop of her sticky juices.
He couldn’t seem to get enough of her honey. He laved his tongue down the insides of her thighs and down her legs, tasting every inch of her.
Dillon’s mouth was on her breast, and he kneaded her other breast with his calloused hand while he suckled her.
Penny cried out when he bit and pinched her nipples. She loved how he was giving her both pain and pleasure, tormenting and teasing her.
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