Cupping his jaw, she looked down at him. "That's not the point. I know how much you two can put away! I wanted to thank the rest of the crew, as well," she said.
"Don't worry, Nicole. We'll provide their treat for them tomorrow, okay?"
"You'll be finished so soon then?"
Hugh shook his head.
Byron could've sworn he heard the barely audible sound of a sigh from her. Could he dare hope that it was a sigh of relief?
"No, there's still some odds and ends to finish here. Just nitpicking really, but Byron and I will be here for the next few days in the afternoon. After that, we'll be around for maybe another few weeks just clearing everything up. In the mornings we'll be at Berry Road with the rest of the guys."
Nicole nodded in understanding, hoping that her face wasn't as crestfallen as she felt. "I'll miss you not being here." The room was silent for a moment as everyone absorbed that comment. "Come on, the pizza will get cold," she said more cheerfully. "I ordered the works. I figured everyone would be happy that way." Having said that, she squatted down on the floor and opened a box before grabbing a slice and offering it to Byron and then reaching in for another to hand to Hugh. She then served herself and groaned in pleasure as the flavor of the pizza assaulted her taste buds. "God that tastes good!"
Hugh chuckled as he broke open one of the packs of beer and opened a bottle before passing it to her. "You should wash it down with some brew," he advised.
"I haven't had beer in years!" she said in surprise at his suggestion.
"Well, it's about time that you tried one again."
"Come on, Nicole," Byron pleaded with a grin. "Loosen up. Pizza never tastes as good alone as it does with a beer."
Grinning at him, she took a sip of the offered beer. As soon as it reached her tongue, she wrinkled her nose. "Uh, I can see what you mean," she said as evenly as possible, trying to be agreeable, "but I don't think it will ever be my favorite drink!"
"Spoilsport," Byron chastised.
The urge to stick her tongue out at him briefly assailed her but she ignored it, choosing instead to munch on her enormous slice of pizza before sucking her fingers clean. When she was done she sidled up to Hugh and dropped her head on to his lap and spread the rest of her body along the floor.
Byron almost laughed at the look of shock on Hugh's face then watched as tenderness overtook the initial shock and his brother's rough fingers began stroking the soft strands of hair away from her forehead.
The last time he could remember Hugh looking so tender and caring was before their father was killed by one of the rogues in the area. After that, life as they'd known it had changed, and Hugh had changed with it.
A smile twitched at the corners of his mouth at the softness on his brother's face. He knew that Hugh had never shown that depth of feeling to another woman. If he'd had any doubts that Nicole was their mate, then that one look would've dispelled them all.
Byron couldn't remember a time when women hadn't just been for assuaging their needs and leaving the morning after. Sure, there had been some along the way that had hung around longer than others, but they'd been good for nothing more than an outlet for their desires.
What he felt for Nicole was a million times stronger than that. It was practically obscene. The difference was shocking, and it made him realize the depth of feeling she inspired in him, that she alone had ever managed to inspire in him.
Watching her there, with her head in his brother's lap, Hugh's fingers brushing her hair and Nicole just laying there with such a peaceful and contented look on her face-it all seemed so damn right, so perfect. He knew that he'd never been more content with his life than at that very moment.
In years to come, come what may, he knew that this second in time would be forever imprinted on his mind and he'd look back and remember how complete he'd felt.
It was an odd thought to have, but it was how he felt. Never one for sharing or even thinking about his emotions, it was strange to even contemplate something so deep, but that was what she did to him. If anything, it was a complete anathema to his ordinary ways, but then meeting a mate was supposed to be life changing, extraordinary. He supposed, he thought with a grin, that had it been any less magnificent, he'd have been disappointed.
He moved to lean back against the wall and reached for her feet. The pizza and beers lay forgotten as he thumbed off her shoes and began to rub the soles of her feet. He looked down at the small feet in his lap. Looking up, he grinned his astonishment at Hugh. This was so completely out of their line of fuck and run, it was a joke. But he knew that neither of them had ever been happier.
As incredible as it seemed to him, he knew that Hugh fully understood as well that they both knew that their future happiness was all wrapped up in this small package. Had it not been for the specter of her marriage hanging over them, life would be perfect. But, as always, something always came and fucked up what they had fought so hard to achieve. Nothing was ever simple in their life. Nothing ever had been and probably never would be. They'd had to fight to get to this position and would more than likely have a fight on their hands to keep Nicole.
At the moment, he didn't want to think about what problems might lie in wait for them. No, at that moment, all he wanted to do was think about Nicole and how there was nothing sexier than watching his mate writhe on the floor at his touch. It turned him on to see how something so simple as rubbing her feet could please her so greatly. But, at the same, there was a contentedness behind this feeling, almost as though because he was touching her, all was right with the world. In the furor and sheer craziness of his life up to now, it was wonderful to be at peace at last.
Digging his thumbs deep into the arches of her feet, he grinned as she gasped and her back arched up and away from the floor. He continued to rub her there and knew that if he slid his hands in between her inner thighs and touched her pussy, it would be sopping wet. The thought pleased him greatly. He smiled as he began to massage her ankles then rub the muscles in her calves, all the while heading further and further up her legs.
Her breathing became heavier, more labored, the higher up his hand traveled. With a groan, he watched the effect that that heavy breathing had on her breasts. The firm, lush globes strained against their covering as she exhaled and wobbled delightfully as she inhaled.
Hugh's hand came down to cup those beauties, and they both watched in awe as she arched her back into his touch and spread her legs wantonly to ease Byron's path. Her skirt was by no means a mini, in fact it covered to just below her knee, and, as his hands rubbed and soothed her sensitive flesh, he pushed the skirt higher and higher up until eventually her panties were exposed to his heated gaze.
Abandoning his massage, he pulled aside the material and groaned at the sight before him. "You've shaved?" he growled in a voice made husky by need and lust.
Hugh's head came up at that news, and his eyelids suddenly became heavy as his hand slid from Nicole's breasts and down to her pussy. His fingers played with the slickness of her juices and began to touch her clit playfully. He groaned aloud, obviously enjoying the silkiness of bare, excited flesh.
Nicole spread her legs further apart but said nothing, unable to speak, unable to think beyond the burgeoning delectation. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and couldn't still her wriggling hips from the surfeit of pleasure that Hugh's touch inspired.
With his index finger, Byron joined Hugh in his torment of Nicole's cunt by trailing a path down the very center of her pussy lips and dropping a finger into her. With his narrowed gaze clinging to her pussy, he tugged at the entrance, hooking the tip in at the start of her slit and pulling.
Her eyes opened as she gasped in shock and awe at this new sensation.
His gaze burned into her emerald orbs causing a flush to blossom over her cheeks.
His gaze still locked with her, he plunged three fingers deep inside of her, grinning wolfishly as her head tipped back at the suddenness of that action. He stroked her with the
digits, coating them in her moisture before removing them from her tightly clinging pussy. Crouching over her, he moved up her body. Grabbing her by the hair with his other hand, he forced her to look at him before he spread her juices over her lips, grinning harshly as she squeaked with shock.
With the very tip of his tongue, he licked the tasty morsel that was her mouth and hummed his pleasure at her perfect taste. It would never cease to shock him at how perfect she was for him and Hugh. Her taste, her scent . . . everything about her got his cock hard in a matter of seconds. She appealed to each and every one of his senses, and he would forever be grateful for that.
Her eyes went blind at his hum of happiness, her breathing growing heavier still.
Byron thought she almost sounded as though she were having an asthma attack! He grinned at the thought and leaned down to sip once more at her mouth.
Having licked her lips clean, he engaged her tongue with his as he began to pull at the buttons on her small tight cardigan. Unveiling the short white T-shirt vest that she wore underneath, he pulled it below her breasts. He was surprised that she wasn't wearing a bra and pulled away from her mouth to say so. "You naughty girl, you're not wearing a bra."
Watching a flush of embarrassment creep over neck and down to her pretty breasts, he grinned and looked back at Hugh to see if he'd noticed. Which, in hindsight, was a damned stupid thing to have done. They both noticed every single detail that pertained to their mate. By now, Hugh's eyes had turned slumberous with desire and the heavy lids were drooping slightly. His fingers were drenched with Nicole's moisture and his fingers sped up as he said, "I hope you were bra-less for us, Nicole?" It was a question. Not a statement.
Her hips began to rock at the speed of the digits rubbing her clit.
When she didn't answer him, Hugh stopped entirely.
She moaned and began to wiggle, trying desperately to resist the urge to beg Hugh for more.
The sight made Byron's cock grow impossibly harder and he knew it would have the same effect on his brother.
Hugh repeated his question, his voice even sterner now, more demanding of a response. "I hope you were bra-less for us, Nicole!"
She relented with a grunt and her voice a little high, murmured, "Yes! Of course, it's for you two!"
Both men breathed in a sigh of relief, and Hugh's fingers began to move again. Quieter and with less of a demand, he asked, "Is your pussy for us, too?"
She spread her legs impossibly further apart, as though reminding them of it, and tilted her bottom up to expose it even further to their gazes. The action made Hugh grin because around them she was both hopelessly naive and a shameless hussy! The contrasting combination both intrigued and excited him.
"Yes!" she moaned. "Who else could it be for? Touch me, dammit!" Nicole reached down and grabbed Hugh's hand and brought it to her hungry cunt. Together they touched her clit.
Obviously feeling more benevolent now after her admission, Hugh brought her to a climax that made her fling her head back and whimper.
Her entire body seemed engaged in the orgasm, each muscle tensed with pleasure.
Byron looked at Hugh with a grin. Her abandon was becoming increasingly sexy. It was as though each time she was with them it gave her more confidence, it allowed her to feel more. That simple fact pleased him more than anything else could at that moment. They were good for their mate, and it made him genuinely happy to know that.
Byron moved away from her for a minute and leaned back against the wall. Unzipping his jeans, he released his cock from the cage of his pants and grabbed Nicole's lax body from the floor.
The aftermath of her climax was hitting her hard, and she didn't realize what he was doing until she was perched on his lap. "Wha . . . ?" she mumbled nonsensically.
He grinned then spread her legs so that her knees were touching the floor and she was sitting astride him. His fingers moved back to her cunt and he grabbed his cock and trailed it along the seam of her wet pussy lips.
Her eyes opened and fluttered a little dazedly at this new sensation.
He smiled gently at her, coaxing her back to reality.
She returned his smile and, on a sigh, reached for his hard cock and pressed it into her pussy.
Byron felt her tremble within his embrace and made to pull back but stopped when he felt her arms cling to him. It was a faintly needy act and, even though his thoughts were engaged elsewhere and more focused on his cock than anything else, he knew that had another woman done it, even clung to him in the slightest, he would have pulled away both figuratively speaking and mentally.
With Nicole, he wanted nothing more than for her to cling to him and clutch him close. This whole mate thing was totally bizarre, and, if he weren't so damned happy with her, then he'd be very confused with the whole situation!
Her pussy soon swallowed him up, and he leaned heavily into the wall, allowing it to support them both. She slowly began to ride him, enclosing him in her tight, hot heat then releasing him and allowing the faintest drafts in the room to cool his cock before warming him up again. His eyes had drooped languorously as he watched her cunt engulf and release him.
Grabbing her hips, he made her settle on his lap and then reached up to cup her breasts for a second. His eyes settled on Hugh, and he knew it would turn Nicole on to watch his brother jack himself off. It took some maneuvering, but he lifted her off his cock and swiveled her around so that she now faced Hugh and her back leaned against his chest. The new position made her gasp and small soft whimpers were being released every so often from her throat.
Byron reached for the hem of her skirt, lifted it, and tightened it to her hips so that Hugh had an unimpeded view of Nicole's juicy pussy. His hands moved around her front to spread her legs a little more and his fingers spread the outer lips open to pull her pussy further apart. He let the tips of the longer fingers hook into her entrance, filling her up even more.
He let her lean back on him as he could see that his brother's simple act was turning her on and began to gently rock his hips. He was in so deep already that the movement just impaled her even further on to him and her fingers went down to rub at her clit as she watched Hugh stroke his cock.
Byron pushed her fingers away.
She whimpered her protest and looked back at him with beseeching eyes.
He refused to let her continue until Hugh grunted, "Let me see her play with our pretty pussy, Byron."
She smiled cockily at him, obviously pleased with having won that round.
He grinned behind her back as she returned her focus to Hugh's cock and her fingers moved over her slippery clit.
Her inner muscles soon began to work their tender torture on him as they rode each other to climax.
Hugh stood up and continued to touch himself as he walked towards them.
Somehow, they all came at once. Grunts and growls and high whimpering moans seemed to fill the room, and, hooking his chin over Nicole's shoulder, he watched Hugh rub his cum into her breasts.
Her eyes were hooded, but, as his fingers began to pinch at her nipples, her inner muscles began to twitch around his slumbering cock, keeping it semi-hard inside her.
With a shocked laugh, Byron murmured, "I think Nicole wants more, Hugh!"
Hugh's voice was gravelly. "I think she's getting greedy, don't you?" he murmured.
Byron hummed his agreement as he watched Hugh for further instruction. Hugh's eyes indicated that he should lay back. So, clutching her to him, he moved away from the wall and awkwardly moved to the side so that he could lie down. Once on the floor, he reached for Nicole's ankles, pulling them upwards and apart. A soft scream escaped her throat at the move, but, inexorably, he pulled them as high as her body's natural agility would allow him, effectively spreading her pussy open to Hugh's hungry gaze.
Her pussy was fluttering and twitching and generally driving him insane. He could feel her moisture slipping down from her cunt to cover him.
When her pussy clamped down even h
arder on him, he tensed his stomach muscles and sat up to see what Hugh was doing. He grinned and felt his cock twitch as he witnessed Hugh's tongue and teeth attacking Nicole's clit. Relentlessly, he swathed her nub with his tongue until her back arched and she screamed her pleasure into the otherwise silent room.
The sobs escaping her throat were laden with desire and happy release, and Byron couldn't help but grin at the expression on his mate's well-satisfied face.
When Hugh had told him that Nicole could possibly be their mate, he'd been partially shocked and partially relieved. Shocked because she was human, shocked because he'd never expected a human woman to fill all their requirements in a mate, feeling certain that she'd never be able to keep up with two randy werewolves. But, at the same time, he'd been relieved, because the intense feelings she stirred up in him were incredible and ones he'd never before felt about another woman.
Now, after three orgasms, he could see that she was more than able to keep up with Hugh and him. Seeing all the ways they matched satisfied him immensely.
Pulling out of her with a resounding plop, he saw that despite her slightly blank and pleasure-filled face, a small blush adorned her cheeks at the small sound of his cock exiting her body. Reaching down, he tugged at the entrance to her pussy and played with the juices down there. Letting his lips drift over the curve of her neck, the line of her jaw, he murmured, "Don't be embarrassed, sweeting."
She turned her face into his and nuzzled into him for comfort.
That small act almost turned his heart to mush. It was most unlike him to be so affected, but that hit him like nothing else could. He vowed then and there that he would always be there for her comfort. Even if it killed him, he didn't care. He was her mate, and he would always be there for her, no matter what.
* * * *
There was a knock on the door. Nicole didn't stir from her sound sleep as she lay where they'd moved her to in her bed, half atop Hugh, her face pressed into his neck and his arm clamped around her hips to keep her close. Byron lay next to them, his hand possessively cupping one of her breasts.
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