by Lily Harlem
But I needed something to occupy myself with, quickly.
My fingers were cold and I felt a little sweaty after my hurried walk and that gave me an idea. Quickly I lifted the tin bath from the cupboard it lived in, set it in front of the fire and busied myself filling it with hot water. There was a shower in the bathroom that we all used on a daily basis, but its lukewarm trickle was weak and I missed a long, lounge in a hot bath with a book the way I used to back home.
Soon the tin bath was full and steaming. The kettle and a few pans on the boil had done the trick plus it had used up some of my nervous energy carrying them back and forth from the kitchen and sloshing them in.
I stripped, sank into the heat and let out a sigh. As I stared at the flames dancing in the hearth, my nerves settled and warmth soaked to my core.
The storm was picking up vigor and the wind was curling around the northeast side of the house. Snow was falling again too, big white flakes that were being jostled up against the window.
I ignored it, shut my eyes, relaxed my limbs, and listened to the crackles of the fire. It was cozy inside and I didn’t have any desire to go out again in the near future.
After I’d bathed, I washed my clothes and hung them to dry from the mantle. I wore one of Caleb’s T-shirts while I warmed a pan of broth on the stove and buttered a slice of bread.
The wind continued to curl around the cabin, words and whispers filling the trembling gusts. The ground beneath seemed to groan with the endless strain of securing the cabin to the forest floor. There was still no sign of the men.
I ate alone, flicking through one of the old books I’d read a hundred times, and then drew the curtains when darkness fell.
The men had never been out all night before, not both of them, and I hoped they’d be back soon. The screeching of the storm kept fooling my ears into believing wolves were howling all around me and that Elfrida was banging her fists against the door and windows.
Eventually, though, toward midnight, my eyes grew heavy. I crawled into my bed and pulled the covers up over my head to drown out the torment of the wind.
As I drifted off to sleep, thoughts and images flashed through my mind. I saw the spectacular view I’d admired that day, the eagle overhead then Isaac shifting to his wolf-form. I heard thunder mixed with a yowl and wondered if it was real or part of my dream. I tossed and turned, and was met with Aimery’s handsome face beckoning me to him. I could almost smell him, taste him, and as I moved in to his cool arms Ryle also appeared grinning and leaning in for a kiss.
I pulled the covers tighter, drew my knees to my chest and curled in to a ball. The wind shook the whole cabin but I kept my eyes closed, lost in a moment with Ryle as he took me in his arms and spread kisses over my cheek. I missed him so much it hurt, it hurt like a real physical pain, but if I could only have him in a dream, then I’d take what I could.
Ryle morphed into Aimery and now it was he who was holding me, stroking his fingers through my hair, down the column of my throat, touching the place he liked to bite when we made love. I gripped the lapels of the smart jacket he wore, pushed my breasts against his hard, cold chest and found his mouth, kissed him with a passion that made my heart beat faster.
Suddenly my breath caught. There was something outside the window. I was sure of it. I didn’t know how I knew, but I did.
I shoved at the covers and scurried across my bed on hands and knees, flicked the curtain aside and stared outside.
Standing in the darkness, not ten feet from me, was Elfrida.
The snow buffeted her body, her long black dress flapped wildly in the wind, and her hair was being tossed about her face, but she was dead still—still and staring straight at me with her evil, maroon-colored eyes.
I yelped, pulling the curtain back into place to hide her grotesque image. My chest tightened, it hurt to breathe. Fear gripped me, my hands shook and my belly clenched.
Oh God. Where were Isaac and Caleb?
Elfrida was here. At the cabin.
After a few moments of fighting the urge to vomit I regained control. Then, unable to help myself, and wondering if my eyes were deceiving me, I peeked through the curtain again.
I screamed.
She was right up at the window, nose almost pressed to it. As her hair whipped her cheeks, her staring eyes flashed maniacally. She opened her mouth wide and slid her fangs down.
She was a vision of pure hate and vengeful determination and she instilled fear into every cell of my body.
I scrambled back onto the bed and crashed down, the air knocking from my lungs. I opened my eyes, again. I was still tucked beneath the covers, my knees up at my chest and breathing the warm, humid air I’d created in my nest.
I tried to control the beating of my heart and a full-body tremble. Had I dreamed Elfrida was at the window? It had felt so real. Terror was coursing through my veins and I could still see the menace and intent in her eyes.
Slowly, I pushed the covers back. The storm had quieted, the wind no longer rattling around the side of the cabin.
My legs were twitchy with adrenaline, they needed to run, jump, do something to burn up the fight or flight instinct they’d been flooded with.
I leaned over to the window and moved the corner of the curtain with shaky movements.
There was nothing to see except the eerie glow of the snow stretching toward the dark trees. All was still, just a few fat flakes of snow gliding down from the darkness.
I blew out the breath I’d been holding. Elfrida wasn’t there. It had been a dream but it had scared me into full wakefulness. There was no way I could go back to sleep now. Perhaps a cup of tea would help settle me.
I padded quietly into the living area. The fire was still glowing, no flames, just a scarlet bed of embers. The door to the men’s room was open a fraction so I went to it, peeked into the shadows.
As soon as I did relief washed through me. They were home. Both Caleb and Isaac were in bed snoring gently.
I must have been asleep for a few hours, dreaming, because if I’d been awake I would have heard them come in. Neither moved about quietly, not with their big bodies. I stood staring at them. I didn’t want to go back to bed alone, and I shivered at the thought of the cool sheets and the loneliness.
“Bea,” Caleb whispered. “What are you doing?”
I startled a little and then said, “I had a bad dream. I just wanted to make sure you were both home, that you were okay.”
“We’re fine.” He paused. “Come here?” He shifted a little and Isaac gave a soft, sleepy moan.
I tiptoed into the room, trying not to stand on any squeaky boards.
As I drew closer, Caleb threw back a section of his blanket revealing, through the darkness, his broad, naked chest and flat abdomen. “Get in, you look frozen,” he said.
I didn’t need asking twice and I slid into the bed next to him, cuddling against his hot body as he twined his arms and legs around me. He was the perfect antidote to a bad dream, the sexiest hot-water bottle imaginable and my all-round hero.
Chapter Seventeen
I woke with my face still pressed against Caleb’s chest. He was stroking my hair gently and his warm breaths were breezing over my temple.
I breathed in his musky scent then smiled up at him.
“Morning,” he whispered, the weak light of the room just catching in the golden stubble that coated his chin.
“Thank you,” I said quietly, “that’s the best I’ve slept in ages.” And it was true. In Caleb’s arms there had been no dreams to haunt me, no cold to nip my toes and no fears to sneak up on me in the middle of the night.
His legs were still tangled with mine and his wide arms held me tight.
“You look so pretty when you’re asleep and not worrying about vampires,” he said.
I pressed my lips together, stopping myself from reminding him that there was only one vampire that worried me. The others I still missed with a desperation that threatened to tear me in two.
He dipped his head and pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose, pulled back and then gazed into my eyes. He licked his lips and his nostrils flared a little as he breathed deep.
My heart rate picked up a notch; it was hard to control it, being pressed up against a gorgeous guy who made me feel safe and secure was doing wicked things to my libido.
He shifted a little and I tipped closer to him, my belly coming into contact with his penis.
I caught my breath. He was fully erect.
“Caleb,” I whispered, running my fingers up his chest to his neck and pressing over the pulse I could see thudding beneath the surface of his skin. Damn, he wanted me and I couldn’t deny that I wanted him, again.
“Bea, I—”
“Shh.” I moved in closer and he groaned as I made firmer contact with his cock. “You’re very…hard.”
“Yeah, impossible not to be with you cuddled up like this and Isaac lodged in behind me with his usual morning glory jabbing at my back.”
“What are you going to do about it?” I asked as another glut of lust shot into my system. I waggled my eyebrows suggestively.
“I’d like to mate with you,” he said.
I lifted my top leg and slipped it over his hip. “I think that can be arranged.” As I’d spoken I’d pressed the gusset of my knickers against his shaft. The long, thick wedge of flesh speared deliciously along my pussy and caught my clit.
His eyelids fluttered and he breathed out long and low. “Lose the panties,” he said. “Now.”
I reached down, and with a quick wriggle, discarded my underwear.
“And this.” He tugged his T-shirt that I still wore from the night before.
One fast shimmy and that was off and I was naked and cuddled up against him.
He looked at me, his lips twisted into a carnal smile and then his mouth took possession of mine. He pushed me flat onto my back, resting over me with his chest pressing into my breasts.
“Caleb,” I managed.
“You’re always so soft and sweet,” he murmured, before treating me to a wild and hungry kiss.
I parted my legs and he slotted between them, the tip of his hot cock instantly nudging up at my entrance.
Upping the pace of our kiss his breaths became urgent on my cheek.
Moisture was building in my pussy, ready to help him ease his way in. I slid my hands down his warm broad back to his taut buttocks and then dug my nails into his arse cheeks. God I wanted him. I knew exactly how good he could make me feel. How he could remove every thought and worry and make the moment all about sensation.
He adjusted his angle and the broad head of his erection found its way through my folds and into my pussy. The heat and hardness of him had me panting and my toes curling. His tongue didn’t let up, sweeping into my mouth and twisting with mine. He pushed his cock in farther, solid and wide, filling me, his denseness pounding right in until he reached full depth.
Our kiss stopped and he stared down at me as my internal muscles struggled to accommodate him.
“Ah, you started without me,” Isaac said, lifting his head from the pillow. His hair was mussed and his dark stubble thickest over his top lip and around his chin, almost the start of a beard.
Caleb’s jaw slackened and his eyes were a little glazed as he turned to Isaac.
Isaac smiled, stroked his hand down Caleb’s cheek and then pressed a kiss to his damp lips. “Keep going, you know I love to watch you and Bea, makes me horny as hell for you.”
Caleb pulled out of me, not all the way, but nearly, and then slid back in.
I shut my eyes and groaned. The tip of his cock butted so high up inside. It was blissful and smoothed over my G-spot wonderfully.
“That’s it,” Isaac said, “bury yourself deep, Caleb; she loves it. I can tell by her face.”
I opened my eyes and looked at Isaac who was staring down at me. His face was lodged next to Caleb’s. He tugged on his bottom lip and heated desire shone from his irises.
“Isaac,” I managed.
“Enjoy him, Bea” Isaac said as he pushed a lock of hair from Caleb’s brow. “Because he’s really fucking good at fucking.”
I had to agree. Caleb was awesome, off-the-scale good at fucking.
Isaac suddenly flicked off the covers, exposing Caleb’s shoulders and back. It must have lifted as far down as his arse too because my hands and legs felt the draught. Not that I cared, I was too busy enjoying Caleb riding into me and catching my clit with his hardness. Our pubic hair was rasping together and our bodies sliding over each other.
Isaac kissed Caleb’s shoulder, ran his hand over his nape, down onto Caleb’s back then over my hand to his buttocks. Caleb was rocking into me steadily, his cock firm and insistent and his expression one of pure bliss.
A sweet pressure was building in my clit and the friction was mounting in my pussy.
Suddenly Caleb stopped, his eyes widened and he turned to Isaac.
Isaac grinned sinfully at him.
“Really?” Caleb managed.
“We both want you,” Isaac said.
I saw the ball of Isaac’s shoulder stretch, as though he was reaching right down to Caleb’s arse, and then Caleb grunted and jerked.
“Can you feel me?” Isaac asked, his lips moving against Caleb’s temple as he spoke. “Even with everything else going on.”
“I can always feel you, you know that. You touch me…” Caleb paused and gritted his teeth then gave another small twitch, “so perfectly.”
“Mmm, I can do better than that.”
Isaac lifted up, he reached for something by the pillow, a tube, and then disappeared from my view. He was behind Caleb, touching Caleb, preparing him.
Preparing him?
Through my lusty haze I realized that Isaac was planning on fucking Caleb as Caleb fucked me.
Raw excitement raced through me. It wasn’t a scenario I’d ever thought of, or dreamed of, but now that it had become a reality I suddenly became aware how erotic I found it.
“Isaac, yes, that’s it, just…” Caleb shoved into my pussy then backed out. I was aware of his concentration wavering from me.
All at once the air was bumped from my lungs on his rushed upward stroke. I sucked it back in as he hovered, unmoving above me.
“Is he inside you?” I whispered breathlessly.
Caleb gave a weak shake of his head. “No, not yet, but fuck, what he’s doing, stretching me, while I can feel you wrapped around my cock. It’s so much. So much to take in.”
Isaac chuckled. “Oh, you’re about to take it in all right.”
Caleb groaned and screwed up his eyes. I felt him tremble and his chest expand against mine as he held his breath tight.
“Fuck, relax a bit will you,” Isaac said.
Caleb blew out the breath and stared down at me.
I cupped his jawline, images of Isaac’s cock squeezing into Caleb’s tight hole filling my mind. Caleb couldn’t hide from me. Being penetrated by his lover was clearly exquisite for him. He flushed as he concentrated on the invasion. His eyes were unfocused and his lips contorted in a conflicted grimace of bliss and tension.
I stroked over his face, pressed my finger against his soft bottom lip and then slid it into his mouth. I imagined the warm wetness was the same as he could feel entering me, and also what Isaac was experiencing entering Caleb. Now we were all invading, all connected.
Caleb’s weight increased over me and he grunted in a deep, out-of-control way. He shut his eyes and wrinkled his nose. “Ahh…” he groaned. “Yes. Oh, fuck. Just that first bit of you is so good…”
Isaac’s face appeared at his left shoulder. His brow was creased and his lips a flat line of urgency. “I’ve just gained entry, but now I’m going to full depth,” he said. “Ready, Bea?”
I nodded. It couldn’t happen soon enough as far as I was concerned. I pulled my finger from Caleb’s mouth.
A muscle in Isaac’s jaw twitched then he reared up and forged forward
.
“Jesus, fuck,” Caleb gasped, blasting into my pussy as Isaac rammed deep.
“Oh, yes,” I wailed, curling my toes and drawing my legs up higher, so that I was clenching against Caleb’s hips. I gripped his biceps with both hands. I needed to hold on for this, it was crazy sexy and completely thrilling.
Caleb slanted his lips over mine and kissed me wildly again, like he had before. I drank him up, bucking as much as I could with the weight of two barely balanced men above me. I felt so small beneath them and had to trust them not to press the breath from me if they got carried away.
“Ah, yeah, so hot to fuck you while you fuck Bea,” Isaac said hoarsely. “So fucking hot, Caleb, I love it. You’re so tight, so tense, so on the edge.”
Caleb tore his mouth from mine. He was shunting in and out of me, though I guessed the rhythm was set by Isaac. But I wasn’t complaining—an orgasm was building deep within me. It was a rich and satisfying accumulation of pressure that would soon demand release.
Isaac nibbled Caleb’s ear and Caleb turned and found his mouth. It was a strain for them to kiss, Caleb’s neck tendons were stretched and Isaac appeared to be at full reach.
I stared unashamedly. My two wolf-men kissing with such unharnessed passion for each other was sumptuously sensual.
Caleb’s mouth slackened and although he didn’t move he broke the kiss.
“I’m I getting it right for you, aren’t I?” Isaac said breathlessly against his lips. “Hitting your hot spot.”
“Fuck yeah,” Caleb gasped. “Oh, fuck, yeah, I’m going to…”
Isaac glanced at me. There was a bead of sweat on his top lip, lodged in the stubble. “You nearly there?”
“Yes, yes…” I was about to burst with pleasure, my orgasm ready to erupt. “You’re…hitting…my…hot spot too,” I managed and then a strangled cry left my throat as I came with blinding intensity.
My pelvis contracted, my pussy clamped around Caleb and shards of white-hot electricity shot from my clit, tingling over my body. I dug my fingernails into his arms and clung on as I trembled ferociously.
“Is…aac,” Caleb shouted, flinging his head backward and burying root deep in my pussy. His balls bashed up against my arse and his chest flattened my breasts.