Rated: X-mas: Twice Blessed

by Rachel Bo

  When they were safely ensconced in a quiet booth at Jenny’s favorite steak place, she decided they might as well get everything out into the open. She played with her straw nervously, wondering what to say first.

  “I’m sorry.” Damien’s voice was gruff.

  Jenny raised her eyebrows. “For what?”

  “For … taking you that way. It was … I don’t know. We should have talked first. I should have told you. What we were.”

  Jenny swirled her straw in her drink, watching the whirlpool diminish as she organized her thoughts. “It’s okay, Damien.” She looked up, meeting his gaze, not bothering to hide the desire she felt. “I wanted it. You didn’t force me to do anything. As I recall, I even begged for it.” Heat rushed to her cheeks, but she wouldn’t look away. “I don’t think there was a better way, really. I mean, I would have thought you were crazy, if you’d tried to tell me.”

  “You’re being too generous.”

  Jenny leaned forward earnestly. “Not generous, Damien. Selfish. Trust me.” She was seated between them, in a semi-circular booth, and she reached out to take one of their hands in each of hers. “I want it, Damien. Devlin.” She let go, slipping her hands between their legs, caressing the distinct bulge at each of their crotches. “All of it.” She smiled wickedly as they shifted, spreading their legs as she explored, cupping their balls through the fabric. “The companionship. The conversation.” She licked her lips, giving each of them a hungry glance. “The sex. I’ll only be here three more weeks. I want to make the most of every minute.”

  They groaned simultaneously, the fabric of their pants straining. “God, Jen.”

  “Come on.”

  Jenny scooted up against Damien, forcing him to stand. Taking their hands, she led them toward the back of the restaurant. She tugged them into one of the bathrooms, locking the door behind her. They watched, bemused, as she tugged down her jeans and turned, bracing herself against the counter. “Oh, fuck!” In the mirror, she watched Devlin’s fingers, trembling as he fumbled with his zipper.

  “Let me help.” Jenny turned and deftly released his cock, pushing his pants down past his hips. She ran her fingers over his hard length. “Oh, yes,” she murmured. “I can’t wait to have this inside me.”

  Dev groaned and grabbed her hips, turning her quickly. Damien had pulled down his pants, as well, and was now leaning against the counter, massaging his cock. Without a word, Jenny bent, taking Damien’s ripe head in her mouth as Devlin’s cock pushed between her swollen lips. “Oh, shit,” Damien murmured, and then his hot seed was slaking her thirst, even as Dev thrust once, twice, three times, and then exploded inside her. She drank greedily, whimpering as her own orgasm rippled through her.

  When their climaxes faded, Jenny stood, licking her lips. Damien groaned and moved forward, hugging her shoulders as Devlin wrapped his arms around her waist. “God, Jenny,” Devlin murmured. “You drive us crazy.”

  She grinned impishly. “Then we’re even, because you do the same to me.”

  They stood there, locked in a tender embrace, until Jenny said, “You know, we should probably be getting back.”

  Dev and Damien moved away reluctantly, pulling their pants up as Jenny tugged her jeans back over her hips. They washed their hands, then headed back to the table.

  Their waiter raised his eyebrows as he witnessed their return, but said nothing. Jenny giggled as they slid back into the booth. Their food was waiting, and Damien reassured the waiter that they didn’t need anything further. As the man walked away, Devlin slipped his hand between Jenny’s legs, squeezing her crotch. “I’m still horny,” he whispered in her ear.

  She placed her hand over his, pressing into him. “Later,” she promised. She glanced between them. “All night long, if you want.” She looked down. “How-- however you want it.”

  Damien put his arm around her back, his hand slipping under her sweater to caress her breast. “You mean that?” he asked.

  She wriggled. “Yes,” she sighed. “Hell, yes.”

  She had never eaten a meal as quickly in her life as she did that one.

  As the truck pulled out of the parking lot, Jenny shimmied out of her jeans and lay across the seat, resting her head in Dev’s lap, drawing her legs up onto the seat between the two brothers. Devlin caressed her hair, then reached beneath her sweater, teasing her nipples into taut peaks. She watched Damien’s stormy eyes stealing brief peeks at her pussy until he had the truck on the highway. Then he met her gaze and reached out, touching her wet lips. He inhaled deeply. “Mmmm. You’re so ready.”

  She nodded, arching as Devlin pulled her sweater off over her head and bent to suck her swollen nipples. Damien slid two fingers inside her. She grasped Dev’s hand, urging him to join his brother. She moaned as he obliged, their four fingers dancing inside her.

  Jenny made an inarticulate sound of disappointment as Damien withdrew, but a moment later, his thumb was inside her. His fingers, covered with her juices, slid between her butt-cheeks, and she raised her hips, reaching down to hold them apart while his fingers sought her anus. His forefinger teased the tight pucker, flicking back and forth over it. Jenny moaned. He eased the tip past her rim, wiggling it gently. “Mmmm.” Her pussy and anus both tightened.

  “I like that reaction,” Devlin murmured. “Do it again, Damien.”

  Damien slowly worked his finger deeper, massaging the tight canal as Jenny’s breath came in ragged gasps, her pussy and anus contracting erratically as pulses of pleasure shot through her. “Mmmm. Oh, yes.”

  Damien’s thumb withdrew, and Dev’s fingers began to explore her pussy, delving deeper. Jenny shuddered as he located her G-spot. “Oh, you like that?” He grinned as she nodded vigorously, unable to trust her voice. A moment later, she cried out as Damien trapped the intervening flesh between his finger and his brother’s.

  “Oh, God,” she sobbed. Damien’s middle finger edged in past her tight rim. “Oh!”

  Damien hesitated, looking at her in concern. “Should I stop?”

  Jenny writhed. “Oh, God, no. Please don’t stop.”

  Damien abruptly pulled off the road, the truck bouncing as he guided it along two ruts into the trees. He killed the engine and turned toward her. She watched as he reached out with his other hand, pressing her cheeks back, watching as he worked a second finger into her ass. She let go of her cheeks, putting one of her hands on Devlin’s as she pulled his head down, rubbing the heel of his hand against her clit as she plumbed his mouth desperately.

  Devlin reached out with his other hand, capturing her clit between two fingers and milking it as she whimpered and writhed. Every nerve in her body was singing, a tight core of heat gathering in her belly.

  “Hurry, Damien, please!” she urged. “All the way.” She reached down desperately, pulling her cheeks as far apart as she could.

  Damien matched her urgency, forcing his fingers deep inside her. “Yes,” she urged. “Oh, yes. Finger-fuck me. Both of you.”

  Their breath came in ragged gasps as they began plunging their fingers in and out. Jenny rose up on her elbows, watching Devlin’s fingers glide rapidly between her glistening lips, Damien’s hand twist and turn as he plumbed her ass. “Oh, God!” She bucked repeatedly, meeting them thrust for thrust, until the hot core inside her burst and her pussy and anus milked their fingers frantically. Devlin and Damien both raised their heads, howls ripping from their mouths.

  Jenny lay panting after the orgasm faded. She rested her head in Devlin’s lap, chuckling as she became aware of the huge bulge beneath her head. She sat up. “Where are we?”

  “A back road off the highway, near the house you were visiting the other night.” Damien looked out at the trees. “This is where Devlin and I came to change, that night.” He turned to her. “We could smell you. Knew you were close.”

  “Do it.” Jenny said. “Change. I want to see.”

  Damien took in a deep breath, then opened the driver’s door. He stepped out, then turned back t
o her. Abruptly, he bent and drew his tongue over her crotch. “Damien,” she whispered. His tongue invaded her pussy, his nose pressing against her clit. She sighed in delight. As Damien ate her hungrily, she raised her head, reaching for Dev’s waist ‑‑ unfastening his pants, freeing his cock. She swept the tip of her tongue over his bulging head, tasting the drop of pre-ejaculate suspended there. Devlin growled, and she looked up. He arched, closing his eyes, and his shirt ripped as his chest expanded. He opened the passenger door abruptly and slipped from beneath her.

  Another growl, this time at her crotch. Jenny looked down. As she watched, Damien’s face broadened, his nose lengthening into a muzzle, fur sprouting from his skin. His tongue thickened and became rough, rasping against her labia as he drank her juices. Her pussy spasmed in excitement. Damien nuzzled her roughly, running his tongue between her cheeks, licking from her anus back up to her pussy. His hands, where they rested on the seat, seemed to spread out, becoming great, hairy paws tipped by five-inch claws that tore into the leather.

  A howl sounded behind her. Damien raised his head and backed away. Jenny sat up, turning to discover Devlin, fully transformed, sitting on his haunches, muzzle raised to the sky.

  Jenny stepped out of the truck and knelt between his forelegs, wrapping her hands around his furry cock. She stroked him, hard and fast. When the sheath began to move, the first hint of red flesh glimmering in the moonlight, she stood and turned, presenting herself to him, bracing against the truck seat.

  The truck shivered as his broad paws pressed down on the running board. She could see Damien sitting just outside the other door, panting as he watched. And then heat invaded her once more, as Devlin plumbed her pussy with his slick, rippling cock, and she shuddered, losing herself in the feel of him as he plunged into her again and again, his breath hot on her back. Then she felt the knot swelling at the base of his penis, and shivered in anticipation of his release. His essence flowed, hot seed spilling into her. Jenny arched, pleasure sparking through her again and again as his cock pulsed within.

  Slowly, the swelling abated and his member retracted. The truck shuddered as Dev’s paws dropped heavily to the ground. Jenny shivered, closing her eyes and spreading her legs as his snout pressed between them, his warm tongue lapping at their mingled juices. She moaned, pressing into his touch, her pussy throbbing. Devlin gave her one last lick, then trotted around the truck.

  Jenny followed. Devlin flattened an area of snow with his paws, then lay on his side, panting. Damien watched Jenny, blue eyes gleaming in the moonlight. She moved before him, and would have knelt and taken his cock between her hands, but he backed away, shaking his great head.

  Puzzled, she reached out to him. “Damien, please. I want to have both of you inside me tonight.” She heard Devlin move behind her, but she only had eyes for Damien.

  Damien hesitated, nose quivering. Jenny felt the moisture between her legs, and knew he scented her arousal. “Please. I need to feel you.” She took a step forward. “Ride me, Damien,” she whispered huskily.

  Jenny blinked as, without warning, Damien leapt. But suddenly, Devlin was there, standing between them, and Damien stopped short.

  “Dev!”

  Damien growled, a low, basso rumble that made Jenny’s teeth ache. Devlin held his ground, facing Damien. His head was lowered as though in submission, but he snarled back at Damien.

  Damien lunged, snapping at Devlin’s neck, but the smaller wolf dodged away, then flowed back, keeping himself between her and his brother. Damien’s eyes narrowed, and he snarled, baring his fangs.

  “No.” Jenny pushed past Devlin. “Don’t do this.” She turned her back to Damien, looking into Devlin’s eyes. “I want this, Devlin. Why are you ‑‑”

  Damien’s paws hit her back, driving her to the ground, knocking the breath from her. She rolled over. Damien was straddling her, facing Devlin, the both of them snarling and snapping at each other. “D-Damien?” she stammered. She could hardly hear herself over the noise.

  He must have heard, however, because he looked down at her, and his eyes widened. He stared for a moment, then whimpered, backing away. Devlin stepped forward, planting his paws to either side of her waist, still snapping at his brother.

  Damien hung his head. He began to change ‑‑ his great bulk diminishing, skin replacing fur ‑‑ until he knelt before them. A man, one arm braced against the ground.

  Dev subsided, backing away, reclining on the ground again, but with his head up ‑‑ alert, watching Damien closely. Jenny pushed herself into a sitting position. “Damien?”

  He moved quickly, full of the same liquid grace she admired in the wolf. His strong hands grasped her arms, raising her to her feet. He wrapped her in his arms and held her close.

  She caressed his head where it rested on her shoulder. “What’s wrong? What just happened?”

  Damien took her hands in his and settled to the ground alongside Devlin, drawing Jenny down with him. Dev curled around them.

  “We have to talk,” Damien said.

  She nodded, eyes searching his face.

  “Forget everything you think you know about weyrwolves,” he said. The way he pronounced it was funny, not the way she’d always heard it. “We’ve been around for centuries, all over the world, and we’re part of the land, in a way no other living creature is. Each weyr line is Bound to a particular tract of land. Bound to watch over it, to increase it if they can. But always to protect that land from those who would spoil it.”

  He leaned against Devlin’s flank, beckoning Jenny into the crook of his arm, and she settled in beside him. She felt Damien’s nose in her hair, heard him breathing in her scent. Then he sighed. “You have to make a decision, Jenny.” He ran a hand through his hair. “If you were a normal female ... but you’re not.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Do you remember what you told us when we met? The first time.”

  “You mean, when I said I’d marry you if you could catch me?” Jenny gazed up at the stars. “Is that what you’re asking, Damien? For me to marry you?”

  Damien grunted in frustration. “I’m not doing this very well. It’s more complicated than that.”

  Devlin’s head rested on his huge paws, his eyes half-lidded, but Jenny could tell he was listening very closely. She wondered what he thought about this proposal. Was he jealous?

  “We’re not human, Jenny. Don’t think for a moment that we are, just because we resemble humans on the surface. We live by different rules.” He rubbed a hand through his hair again. “Okay. Weyr bear two kinds of young. One is a breeding pair. A set of male twins who will be Bound to that weyr’s land, and carry on when the alpha passes away.

  “The other is a female. If a weyr female mates with a weyr male, all her offspring, of whichever sex, will be weyr. Able to shift, like we do.

  “If a weyr female mates with a human, their children will appear normal. They won’t be Bound unless they mate with another weyr. But the Blood still flows in their veins. They aren’t able to shift, but they’re healthier, stronger, more in tune with the pulse of the earth. Sometimes, they’re aware of their difference. Sometimes, they’re completely oblivious to it.”

  Jenny shifted restlessly. “What does this have to do with me, Damien?”

  His arm tightened around her shoulder. “You’re weyr, Jen.”

  “What?” She sat up and stared at him.

  “You’re weyr. The Blood runs in your veins.”

  She shook her head. “That can’t be.” But even as she denied it, she felt a stirring inside. “How can you know?”

  Damien shrugged. “There’s more than one sign. We can smell it on you, for one thing. And there’s a ... a pull. The Blood whispers, when you’re near.” He smiled. “We feel and hear so many things, Jen. Things that humans are blind to. I know a million things about you that you don’t know yourself. Like the fact that you’re ovulating right now.”

  Jenny stared. What an odd thing to choose
to tell her. “I’m ovulating.”

  Damien nodded. “Yes.” He noticed her expression and tried to explain. “That’s why Dev and I have avoided having vaginal intercourse with you on the same night. Weyr reproduction is different from humans. Individually, our sperm can’t impregnate you ‑‑ they’re inert. But together, intermingled within your body, each acts as a catalyst for the other.” He leaned forward. “And it wouldn’t be a question of whether you would become pregnant, only what type of litter you would bear.”

  He started to say more, but Jenny cut in. “So, you’re telling me that if I ever have sex with you both, that particular way, on the same night, I’ll definitely get pregnant.”

  Damien nodded.

  “What about using condoms?”

  Devlin snorted, as Damien shook his head. Thinking back on their size, and the ferocity of their encounters, Jenny figured they were probably right. It wouldn’t work.

  “Well, that’s all right. Dev was protecting me from getting pregnant. I can understand that.” Even as she said it, she felt a deep foreboding. Damien was working his way up to something big, but she couldn’t imagine what it could be. Devlin rubbed his cheek against her leg, looking up at her with compassionate eyes, as though he sensed her anxiety.

  Damien’s next words confirmed her thoughts. “Jen, it’s not just that. Dev hasn’t shifted. That’s because he’s still protecting you.”

  “From what? You?” She shook her head. “Quit beating around the bush, Damien. Just tell me what’s going on.”

  “Dev and I want you. To make you ours. Forever.”

  Jenny’s heart did a joyful flip, but she forced down the sudden elation. She barely knew these men, and they weren’t even human. “This is happening fast, Damien. Can’t we just keep seeing each other for a while? Get to know one another better, before we talk about making this kind of decision?”

  “I wish we could.” Damien sighed. “If you were fully human, it would be easier. But you’re not. Weyr Blood has much of the beast in it, and the Blood in you speaks to us stronger each day. Devlin and I try to keep that part of us controlled, but it’s very difficult. Especially since we’ve been looking for you for seven years.