by Piper Fox
She reaches up and presses her palm to my cheek, smiling softly. “There’s always been a tension around us, but you could’ve said something. All those times we shared a bed, all those times we stayed out late drinking together, even pretending that we were a couple to keep creeps from hitting on me.”
I close my eyes, enjoying her touch for a moment before stepping back to grab the shampoo. “You say that now, when you’re all loose and relaxed from an orgasm, but you and I both know you would’ve run for the hills if I’d come to you one day at the office and said I’ve had a crush on you since I was fourteen and you were just starting to get boobs.”
She laughs. “I probably would’ve punched you first, and then run away.” Ryanne looks me up and down, her eyes tracing over my pecs, my abs, my arms. “But I didn’t know what I was missing.” She turns, so that her back is to me, and sighs. “If I had known that sex could be this good, I would’ve found a hot shifter a long time ago.”
The growl escapes me before I manage to clamp down that shit.
I don’t acknowledge her wide eyes or startled expression. I massage the shampoo into her hair, lathering it up slowly, just enjoying her all to myself. Even if her comments are a little hard to swallow.
Ryanne’s eyes close as I continue to massage her scalp, working the shampoo into her long hair. “I never thought you saw me as anything more than a friend, Tyler. I didn’t let myself think about anything more than that, because you were the one person I could always count on.” She leans back into my chest, and I let my hands drop to wrap around her from behind. “I can’t say I’ve never thought about us, together, but I just figured that if you wanted something to happen, you would’ve made it happen. And since you didn’t, I…” She sighs. “I pushed any ideas of even one night of drunken sex out of my mind.”
“I said things all the time, Ry.” I let my hands come up and cup her breasts, pressing against her more fully. “How many times did I tell you I’d rock your world? Offer to spank you over the hood of a car in a parking lot?”
“I didn’t think you really meant it.” She turns again, and steps back so that the water chases the bubbles from her hair. “I figured it was like when people make those ‘get married if we’re both single at forty’ pacts.” She makes air quotes with her fingers as she talks. “I didn’t think it was real.”
My mouth claims hers again, hungry to prove to her that this is real, that I didn’t just use her for sex.
Fuck, now that I’ve had a taste, I don’t think I can stop kissing her.
Or anything else.
No wonder Gage is acting so possessive over her. I don’t know how I’m going to let either Brandis or Gage look at her again, knowing what she tastes like. How her body feels.
When I pull back again, her cheeks are flushed, and I can smell her arousal again.
“You still doubting it’s real?”
She shakes her head slowly. “But…” She frowns, concern furrowing her brow. “How are we going to do this, Tyler? I mean, you’re you. You’re my best friend. And you know that me and Gage…”
I snarl at the mere mention.
“I don’t know that I can decide right now. Gage thinks he’s my fucking mate or something, and Brandis I’m pretty sure is just curious and horny.” She bites her lip, and I wonder if she’s thinking about anyone else as the pause draws on longer.
With a frown, I pull her back in tight against me. “I don’t know, Ry. I’m not going to stop loving you, as a friend or as a woman, just because you’re in a complicated place. You just found out that you’re a demigoddess, and that there is this whole other world you belong to. No matter what Gage says, you don’t have to give into him just because his panther thinks he’s got a claim.” I rub her back, trying to ignore the ache in my chest.
My wolf doesn’t like hearing Gage wants her all to himself.
I’m beginning to wonder if maybe my wolf thinks she’s our mate too.
But that’s crazy. Isn’t it?
I would’ve known before now, before she started kissing other shifters.
Wouldn’t I?
Shaking off thoughts I can’t possibly get an answer to right now, I finish cleaning off Ryanne, taking my time to wash her curvy, voluptuous body. It’s not enough touching, and by the time I’m done, I’m already rock hard again, but I don’t want to push my luck with her.
Not when I’m just getting started.
When she yawns, I don’t hesitate to shut off the shower and wrap her in a fluffy towel.
“How did I get so lucky to find you, Tyler? With all the rest of the shit in my life, I should’ve probably ended up dead in a ditch somewhere. Not being taken care of by a gorgeous wolf.” She smiles softly as I wrap a towel around my own waist, and the front protrudes out noticeably. “I don’t know that I did a good enough job taking care of you though.”
I smirk. “What are you going to do about it?”
Never in a million years would I have expected her response.
Ryanne licks her lips as she slowly lowers down onto her knees. “I can think of at least one way to take care of that.”
My breath catches in my throat as she tugs my towel loose.
I watch as Ryanne wraps her hand around my length for the first time, running her long fingers over my shaft. Fuck, this is more than I could’ve anticipated. When she leans forward and twirls her tongue over the tip for the first time, it takes everything I have not to groan and thrust forward.
Her eyes flick up toward me as she opens her mouth wider, slowly, almost torturously slowly, taking me between her lips.
The sight of her on her knees, her cleavage nearly spilling out of the top of her towel, as she sucks my cock further into her mouth will undoubtedly be burned into my brain.
What she’s doing with her tongue, with her mouth, is incredible. Like she knows exactly what I need, exactly how to push me right to the edge of climax.
And the fact that I can smell her arousal getting stronger? It’s almost enough to make me lose it.
Ryanne moans as she takes as much of me into her mouth as she can, my tip getting dangerously close to the back of her throat. Her moans just make her mouth feel tighter around me, like she wants me to come as much as I want to.
Then she pulls back, and I watch as she strokes me, taking her time to drag her tongue up and down my length, over my tip, again and again.
“Fuck, Ry, you look so hot right now.” I reach down and tangle my fingers in her hair, guiding her back onto my cock. “Touch yourself.”
Her knees go wider, the towel loosening around her chest, and I watch her free hand slide between her thick thighs. Her eyelashes flutter as she groans, giving herself pleasure as she sucks my dick harder.
The very deep, very male groan, I’m not expecting.
Both of our eyes jerk over to the doorway, where Brandis is standing, his hand pressed to the front of his jeans.
“I just came to make sure you were okay, but clearly you’re busy.” He smirks at Ryanne before he drags his gaze over my body.
She pulls back, her mouth making a little “pop” sound as my dick comes out, and she bites her lip. “Stay.”
The one word should infuriate me. I don’t want anyone else seeing her like this. Seeing her eyes hazy with arousal, or her hand between her thighs. I don’t want Brandis’s scent interrupting what we have going on.
But as she pulls my cock into her mouth again, and sucks me even harder, as if she wants to make me come, as if she wants Brandis to see me come, I forget all about the other man in the room, and just focus on her.
What she needs.
“You should touch her.” The words are out of my mouth before I even really think about what I’m saying, but as soon as they’re out there, I know it’s the right move.
Even my wolf seems to be howling in agreement, as Brandis kneels behind Ryanne and he pulls away her towel. She moans as his hand covers hers, adding his own fingers to her pussy, right alongside hers.
Ryanne rocks her hips into their hands at the same rate she’s sucking me, as if she’s imagining their fingers are my cock.
At least, that’s what I hope she’s imagining.
My hand tightens in her hair and I thrust into her mouth a little harder. She swallows around my shaft drawing me deeper into her throat. I hold her there and then let her pull back to grab a breath and then she’d pulling me back deep into her. She’s my entire focus, her mouth on me, her eyes on me, taking me as hard as I want. Her moans around my cock only make me harder.
I grip her hair tighter as I hold her in place, her mouth fully around my dick, and I groan out my release.
Her throat relaxes and contracts around me, drinking in every drop as I come, hard.
Ryanne doesn’t stop licking until I start to soften and pull away.
Then I hear Brandis growl, “My turn.”
Learning to Share
RYANNE
I feel like there should be some sort of embarrassment, some sort of shame, as Brandis lifts me off the bathroom floor and carries me over to the master bed. Like I shouldn’t want him to fuck me, where Tyler had just been, a few minutes before.
But as Brandis positions me on my hands and knees, and Tyler leans against the doorjamb to the bathroom, right where he can see, well, everything, I give up trying to justify the need for shame.
These men both want me. They were both just touching me, both making sure that I got what I needed.
And right now, what I need is a hard cock inside me.
Brandis keeps one hand on my pussy, teasing me with his thick, calloused fingers, as I hear his zipper slide down.
“Take her rough.” Tyler’s command surprises me.
I never expected him to be so bossy, least of all in the bedroom with another man, but as I feel Brandis’s tip press against my dripping wet core, I can’t deny the fact that I want it, just like he said. I want Brandis to fuck me hard.
I haven’t seen Brandis’s dick yet, but as he presses forward, I groan loudly, gripping the bedspread under me. I’m pretty sure I’m being loud enough that Gage might just barge in on us too, and for some reason, the idea of being watched by two, getting fucked like this, completely at Brandis’s mercy, just makes me want it even more.
When Brandis slams home, I don’t even try to stifle the sounds coming from my mouth. He doesn’t wait for me to get used to his girth as he pulls out and fucks into me again and again. His hands controlling my body, pulling me back onto him as he thrusts forward. The bite of his fingers into my fleshy hips only makes my pussy clench around him.
Tyler groans, licking his lips, as the power of Brandis’s thrust rocks my whole body forward, making my breasts sway.
Each time Brandis pulls back and slams deep into me again, it feels like he could rip me right in two. And I fucking love it.
Brandis releases a hip and grabs my hair yanking me back to him, pulling me up onto my knees as he continues to pump in and out of my wet heat. His other hand wraps around my breast. He controls the angle of my head, using my hair to tilt my head back. He claims my lips, kissing me, his tongue plunging into my mouth, just like his dick is into my core. His mouth moves over my jaw and down my neck and along my shoulder.
“Fuck you’re so hot,” he growls, releasing my hair and letting me fall back onto my hands and knees.
His hands go back to my hips, and then they’re sliding over the globes of my ass, spreading me. Knowing he’s watching his cock slide in and out of me makes me moan and my head drops to the bed.
Tyler takes a step forward, getting a little closer as he commands in that deep, sexy voice of his, “Play with her ass.”
Oh. My. God.
No one’s ever touched me there. As I feel Brandis slide his fingers over the folds of my pussy, soaking them in my arousal, I try to take deep breaths. Try to relax and trust that they know what they’re doing. What I need.
Hell, maybe this is why sex hasn’t ever been that great for me. Maybe what I’ve needed all along is Tyler, commanding me. Pushing me to my limits.
As Brandis’s fingers circle the tight ring of my ass, I let out a sound that’s half moan, half whimper.
I need this.
Tyler leans down and kisses my lips hard, his tongue invading my mouth roughly as Brandis’s fingers push forward. The stinging bite of the intrusion pulls another cry from my lips, but Brandis keeps it slow and steady and I relax a little pushing back against his cock and fingers.
I’m utterly, completely at their mercy, as Tyler’s hands find my breasts, teasing my nipples, groping the globes roughly, and Brandis’s cock and fingers keep working me up higher and higher.
When I come, I scream. My fingers rip into the bedspread, and I feel like my whole body is trying to drag Brandis over the edge with me. Like my pussy is trying to pull him deeper, to make him come deep inside me.
My ass clenches around his fingers too.
God, I’ve never come this hard in my life.
Brandis lets out an animalistic roar, like he’s not quite in control of his bear right now, as he bottoms out inside me and I feel his cock shudder and pulse with release.
“Fuck.” I’m panting as Tyler breaks our kiss, pulling back slowly, as if he doesn’t want our lips to part any more than I do. “That was…”
“Incredibly hot.”
Oh, shit. I guess I did attract Gage after all.
Pink floods my cheeks as I look over at him.
Brandis is still deep in my pussy, his fingers still stretching my ass open, and Tyler’s hands are still on my breasts.
Is it wrong that I want him to order Brandis to pull out so he can fuck me too?
But he doesn’t move from the doorway. “I got a tip from the S.E.A. It sounds like there’s some trouble going down in St. Cloud, and they need me. Can I trust the two of you to keep Ryanne here? Out of harm’s way?”
“I’m a fucking demigoddess. You don’t get to tell me what to do, Gage.” I pull away from Brandis, biting back a whimper as he slips from me, and I rise up on my knees so that I can put my hands on my hips and glare at the panther. It’s far from my most powerful power-pose, but it’s the best I can muster when I’m naked and I’ve just had not one, but two guys come inside me.
“In this case, I can. It’s an S.E.A. matter. One that doesn’t concern you, Tyler, or Brandis.” He comes further into the room, and as he gets close to the bed, he crooks a finger at me.
Leaning into him, I let him kiss me easily. I don’t fight it, and the other two shifters in the room don’t either.
“I looked into the protocols for demigods this afternoon, Killer. And while I have no doubt you’d hold your own in this, S.E.A. has strict rules. Ancient, insane rules, but rules, nonetheless. If the S.E.A. finds out about you, they’ll kill you.”
I tense. His words settling, churning, and making sense out of complete chaos.
I swallow hard as I realize just what he’s saying. “You’re lying to your bosses about me?”
“What else can I do?” He cups my cheek, and I feel the bed shift as Tyler crawls on next to me and Brandis moves in closer too. “I don’t know what’s going on with us, with all of this, but I still feel like you’re meant to be my mate. I should be pissed at coming in here and finding you like this, but I’m not.”
Brandis kisses along my shoulder. “What are you saying, Gage?”
“Ryanne clearly has a connection with both of you. She clearly needs more than any one of us can give her, alone. My panther, for once since our friendship imploded, doesn’t want to rip off your stupid bear face. So, whatever happens, I’m not going to fight you for her.” He turns to me and kisses me again, softly. “But if you decide you want to share, I’m yours.”
Fuck, how can such an admission make my knees go wobbly?
“Go take care of the S.E.A. issue. I’ll stay here. We’ve got some research to do anyway, if we’re going to have any hope of figuring out my origin story.” I wrap my arms ar
ound him before whispering, “But come back to me.”
“Even the most dangerous of supernaturals couldn’t keep me away.” His hands slide down to my ass for a moment as he returns my hug before he pulls away and nods at Brandis and Tyler. “Take good care of her.”
“We will.” Tyler raises his chin once at Gage, and then he turns to me and nuzzles my cheek. “At least, as much as she’ll let us.”
As I roll my eyes at the comment, Gage just laughs. “Admit it, Killer, you’re not one for sitting still, letting others take care of you.”
I watch him walk away, feeling torn between grabbing clothes and going after him, and staying here, where it’s safe, where I could find answers that could unlock everything about who I am, what I can do.
It should be an easy choice.
But even after the rumble of Gage’s car engine fades into the distance, I still want to go join the fight.
It’s Brandis who ultimately snaps me out of my indecision.
“Come on, Ryanne. We should get you cleaned up and dressed, if we have any hope at all of doing research tonight. If you stay naked, the only research I’m going to manage is which flicks of my tongue make you moan.”
Tyler scoops me up and carries me back to the bathroom without another word, as if he’s already made the choice.
Hell, with as bossy as he was, he probably did.
It takes another fifteen minutes before I’ve got any clothes on at all, and they hardly count as a wardrobe.
Neither shifter wants to stop touching me, and even though Tyler snarls softly at it, they decide the best thing for me to wear is one of Brandis’s flannel shirts. And nothing else.
“Okay, tell me what you found out in the basement, before…”
I smirk. “Our shower?” I sit across the table from him, one foot propped on another chair so that my knee’s bent and I’m probably flashing the room with my lack of underwear. “Brandis thinks I’m the daughter of Artemis. Maybe some other hunter god or goddess?”