by Day, Vella
Clay withdrew his thumb and replaced it with two fingers. “Does this feel good, sugar?”
The first press pinched a little, but as he swirled them around, her body accommodated them. “It’s different, sir.”
“For now, I’ll be satisfied with that answer.” The bed dipped behind her. “I need to get something more permanent so Dirk can love you.”
Dirk grabbed his cock. She glanced up and spotted his fangs. She touched his leg. “Sir? Your fangs.” Her voice came out a whisper.
“Shit.” He closed his mouth and looked away.
Clay moved to the other side of the room. When he returned, paper crinkled. She turned her head to see what he was doing, but Dirk’s palm stopped her.
His lips touched the top of her head. “Close your eyes. Let your imagination run wild.” He sounded more in control.
She liked the running wild part. It reminded her of her youth and playing outside every day in the summer where the birds sang and the ocean waves lapped the sand.
Something cold and hard pressed against her rear. It was no cock. Her body stiffened and Clay hissed. A hard smack slapped her ass, and she dropped to her haunches. Had Dirk not clasped her shoulders at that moment, she would have sat up. “Brown!”
Chapter Twelve
Both men were at Elena’s side at once. Clay hugged her and kissed her forehead. “Oh, sugar. Did that hurt too much?”
Confusion swamped her. “No, but you were angry, and I never want to disappoint you.”
Clay drew her to his chest. “You could never disappoint us. This is my fault for not explaining things to you more clearly.”
Dirk pulled her out of Clay’s grasp. “Come to Uncle Dirk. I’ll take care of you and keep you safe. That meanie only paddled you to make you relax your ass.”
He’d succeeded. “Can you guys warn me next time?”
“Sure, sweetheart. How do you feel now? Is your pussy throbbing?”
A tingling sensation pulsated between her thighs. “Yes.”
With a finger, Dirk lifted her chin. “We good?”
How could she have doubted these wonderful men? “Yes. If I clench again, I give both of you permission to spank me.” Their grins were the best present.
She assumed the position and moved closer to Dirk’s cock than before in the hopes he’d ask her to suck on it.
“Sugar, I’m going to put a small fake cock, called a plug, in your ass to stretch you out.”
She should be afraid but wasn’t. Concentrating, she relaxed her butt cheeks. He smeared more goo on her hole and placed this plug at her entrance.
Probably to distract her, Dirk pressed on the back of her head. “Suck on my cock.”
Finally. Leaning over opened her sphincter muscle and allowed the plug to pop past the tight ring. It pinched a little, but otherwise didn’t hurt.
“You’re doing good, sugar.” He rubbed her rear and twisted the plug to send it deeper. This wasn’t like a cock in her vagina, but maybe only a real cock could send her soaring.
Dirk’s fingers squeezed her head, and she lowered her lips to his dick. Because she was on her elbows, her fingers reached his hard sac. One squeeze was all it took for Dirk’s grip to tighten.
“Easy sweetheart. I want to love your pussy.”
Knowing she’d be making love with him, she kept her touch light. But when Clay twisted the plug and moved it deeper, stretching her rear channel wide, her lips pressed harder on Dirk’s cock. He jerked and grabbed her wrist.
“I won’t last.” His claws extended. Okay, so he was telling the truth. “Clay, get that fucking plug in. Hurry.”
When she smiled at the intensity of his need, the suction broke. With renewed focus, she dipped her head to take in more of him. Just as she developed a good rhythm of sucking on him and rubbing her fingers up and down, Clay pressed the plug in all the way. She thought her ass would explode. She stopped and lifted off Dirk’s cock but kept her hold tight.
Clay tapped the plug and electric bolts blasted her. “You doing okay, sugar?”
She needed a moment to form the words. In those few seconds, moisture formed between her thighs and a contraction made her stomach tighten. Arousal streaked through her. Oh, my. “Yes.”
“Good.”
Both Clay and Dirk placed their hands on her and turned her around. Now her rear was facing Dirk.
Clay rubbed her back. “Dirk is going to fuck your pussy while you suck my cock.” He untied her wrists. “I want you to have full access to him, but remember. Do not come until we tell you or you might not like the consequence.”
If she came, then she’d be satisfied, but they wouldn’t be. What could they do? The spanking had hurt initially, but she could see its potential. Neither man had moved, apparently expecting a response. “Okay.”
Clay waved his cock and her mouth watered. Wanting to please him, she cupped his sac and dragged her tongue up his pulsing length. His hands latched onto her shoulders and his fingers worked their way toward her neck. When her tongue reached the tip of his cock, she licked the pre-cum from the slit.
“You are a devil, woman.”
She liked how one lick could excite him. She’d almost forgotten Dirk was behind her, but as soon as he pinched her nipples, bliss swirled in her belly.
He leaned over and ran a tongue down her spine. “I am going to love you long and hard.”
His cock slipped between her folds, and her juices allowed him to slide in. Her breath caught. Dear Lord. He’d never fit, not with the plug in her ass. She tightened down on his cock and Dirk dragged his hands from her tits to her ass.
He pinched her tight. “Don’t move, sweetheart, or you won’t get any relief.”
His inner beast must be winning the fight. She nodded and slowly lowered her lips over Clay, careful not to set him off.
Dirk inched into her. His cock expanded and stretched her to the point of tears, and the friction robbed her of all sanity. She needed more. Dirk seemed to understand her body, as well, because he nudged her legs wider apart and plowed in. The plug moved and hit new nerves. Pure pleasure shot straight into her bloodstream.
“Sugar?”
Her mind splintered as both men took her, each touch pouring passion into her. Clay rubbed her shoulders and neck. He hissed and groaned and his body swayed as if he was saying some prayer, asking for strength. A low rumble bubbled up and his grip tightened.
Dirk clasped her tits and massaged them. “God, what you do to me.” As he rolled her nipples, her breasts swelled. With one final push, his cock slammed into the end of her hot sheath. Her body nearly exploded.
He pulled out a bit and drove right back in. Her world spun. Thoughts jumbled.
The faster he went the harder she sucked on Clay’s cock until they were swaying and pumping and pounding. The scent of sex mingled with the moans, groans, and grunts. For a moment, she thought the heat would suffocate her.
She lifted her head. “Clay! Dirk!”
Dirk didn’t let up his assault. She returned to sucking on Clay. Her body trembled as her muscles convulsed. Their passion filled and heated her. She balanced on the edge of her climax trying not to come, but the joy that surrounded her tested her resolve.
“Sugar, watch out.”
A second after he spoke, his hot cum seared her throat, and she had to swallow fast to keep up with the flow. He pulled out of her mouth, and she gulped in a deep breath.
Dirk lifted his fingers to her shoulders, placing them where Clay’s had been seconds before. He leaned over her back. “You are mine. Come for me.”
The whispered closeness was the push she needed. His fangs drove into her neck as his cock pounded into her once more. The climax she’d kept at bay swept her higher and higher until she finally burst.
Dirk’s feral yell erupted, and her scream matched his. She dropped her head. The bliss soaked her body. His cock pulsed and throbbed as his hot semen slammed into her. His head landed on her back, and he slid his hands around
her waist.
“I love you, sweetheart.”
Those words were said in a heated moment, but they settled deep within her, nonetheless, and she smiled.
Love you, too.
#
Both men insisted on fixing her lunch. She was hungrier than ever. The sex wore her out. Even after an hour, her body still pulsed.
Dirk placed a tray of lunchmeats on the table. “Got a present for you.”
Her hand slapped her chest. “Really?”
He stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out a phone. “I’d planned to give it to you as soon as you arrived, but you distracted me.” He handed it to her. “Is this your phone?”
“No. It’s a burn phone. It can’t be traced. I thought you’d like to call your mom. You said you hadn’t spoken with her in weeks.”
She jumped out of her seat and threw her arms around his neck. “That’s the best present!”
He kissed her. “I’m glad you like it. Lunch can wait if you want to call her now.”
Costa Rica was an hour earlier. Her mom would be preparing the meal for her dad and anyone else who happened to stop over. “I’ll eat first. She might be busy.”
In truth, she needed time to think what she wanted to say. Even if she explained how Hood could have traced her phone and find her again, her mom might not understand why Elena hadn’t called sooner.
Clay sat opposite her. “You okay, sugar? Your face lost some of its color.”
“I want to call my mom, but I know she’ll have a million questions I can’t answer.”
“Or don’t want to answer.”
That was closer to the truth. “Yeah.”
Keeping the rest of her thoughts to herself, she made a sandwich. As good as it tasted, she’d lost her appetite. She pushed back her chair. “Will you excuse me?” She waved the phone.
Dirk placed a hand on her hip. “Sure. Take all the time you need.”
She needed a fresh opinion to help her sort through the events of the past few days. Of her friends, only one was open to new sexual experiences. With phone in hand, she plopped onto the bed and stretched out.
Guilt wove its way through the euphoria.
Her friend picked up. “Hello?”
“Janice, it’s me, Elena.”
“Hey. How’s Costa Rica?”
“I never made it.” For the next fifteen minutes, she detailed the abduction, the rescue, and then the amazing sex, answering Janice’s gazillion questions. The only tiny detail Elena didn’t disclose was the whole werewolf issue.
“I am so happy for you.”
“I’m happy, too, but what am I going to tell Mom?”
When Elena first moved to Gulfside, she’d met Janice at church. Once her friend began dating Josh, she stopped going, but she and Janice remained close.
“Ah, I see the problem. You could leave out the part about sleeping with two men.”
She dropped on her back and slanted an arm over her eyes. “I think I’ve messed up.”
“Why?”
“Because what I did was wrong.”
“Really? Did it feel wrong? You said they love you.”
That didn’t make it any less wrong. “Even if, say, in two years we decide to marry, don’t you think my mom will notice two grooms?” Gaa. This was worse than she’d realized. What had she been thinking?
“You have a point.”
She was no help. “Listen. Can I ask you a huge favor?”
“Anything.”
“Can I stay with you for a few days until I find a place of my own?” Elena’s furniture was stored in a storage unit. When Liz gave her the money, she decided to visit her parents for a month. If her landlord hadn’t jacked up the rent by twenty-five percent, she wouldn’t have needed to move. At the time, Liz’s five-thousand dollars gave her the perfect opportunity to shove that apartment in the man’s face.
“Sure, sweetie. You know you can.”
She faced two dilemmas—how to find a job, and how to tell the men she had to leave them.
“I’ll call you when I’ve figured out the details.”
“Sure.”
She disconnected and inhaled courage. She punched the number and waited for her mom to pick up. Elena pictured her wiping her wet hands on her apron and scurrying around to find where she’d placed the phone.
“Hello.”
“Momma, it’s me.” She stopped breathing waiting for the explosion.
“Dear Lord in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Elena, darling, are you okay?”
“I’m fine. The men who are keeping me safe wouldn’t let me call. It wasn’t safe.”
“Oh, baby. I wish I could see you.”
“Me, too. The men who abducted me stole my passport. I’m waiting for another one.”
In the background, water ran and pots banged. “Who are the men keeping you safe? You aren’t staying in their house, are you?”
She never lied to her mother. “Yes, but I have my own room.”
“Hmm.”
That one word said it all. She had sinned. “How’s Dad?”
“He’s good, but we’re worried about you. Have you been going to church?”
If she told her how dangerous it was to leave the house, her mom would worry even more. “Not yet, but I will. Yesterday, the authorities caught most of the men responsible for my abduction.” She didn’t have the heart to tell her the scope of the men’s horrific deeds. “I’m going to stay with Janice until I find another job.”
“That’s nice.”
Her father’s voice sounded in the background. She ran her nails across the microphone to simulate static. “You’re breaking up, Mom. I’ll call you later.”
She disconnected and inhaled to calm her racing heart. This was terrible. She’d never be able to visit them. The moment they questioned her about the men, she’d fold and they’d know she’d disgraced them. As terrible as it was to disgrace her parents, how could she live without these two men?
There were no simple solutions. Maybe time to herself would provide her with answers.
She dreaded telling Clay and Dirk she had to leave them.
Chapter Thirteen
Dirk jumped up. “What do you mean you want to leave us?” His hands fisted.
Clay strode next to him presenting a united front. “Sugar, what’s going on?” At least Clay appeared calm. He held out a hand as if he feared Dirk would attack her.
I want to strangle her. Elena was his mate, the woman he loved.
“I can’t do it.”
Clay eased closer. “Come sit with us and tell us what’s on your mind. I’m sure all of us can figure out a solution.”
She drew in her bottom lip and Dirk’s cock hardened. Fucking body. After the incredibly amazing sex, he should be less susceptible to shifting. Where Elena was concerned, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be immune.
Clay led her over to the chair. Dirk sat on the sofa across from her and shot Clay a death stare. Sit next to me and don’t antagonize her, asshole.
Maybe he had reacted rather strongly, but Christ. An hour ago, all three of them were soaring high above the earth.
“I spoke with my mom and told her what happened.”
Let me. Dirk was fine with Clay doing the talking. If he spoke, he’d just mess it up.
“Your mom was happy you were safe, right?”
“Yes, but if I stay with you two, maybe someday we’ll permanently want to be together and how would I explain to my Catholic mother I want to be with two men?”
Dirk’s gut nearly exploded. We can’t compete with a mother’s love.
We’ll see about that.
“Why don’t you take some time to think this through, sugar? I bet, in a few days, we’ll be able to figure something out.”
She knitted her fingers together as tears streamed down her face. The urge to cuddle her and soothe all her aches blasted him, but she wasn’t ready. He should have seen that. They’d rushed her. Damn. They were idiots.
; She wiped the tears with the back of her hand. “Will you drive me to my storage unit?”
“Sure,” Clay said with amazing calm. “What do you need?”
She glanced to the side. “My computer and some clothes. My friend, Janice, said I could stay at her house until I find another apartment.” She glanced up but didn’t make eye contact with him. “Okay?”
Clay stood. “We’ll do whatever you want.”
Hood is still out there. Dirk would go ballistic if anyone harmed her.
We’ll see he doesn’t make trouble.
“Can we go, now?”
At her anxiety, Dirk’s heart broke. She seemed torn between wanting to stay with them and doing what she thought was the right thing. The old adage, “blood is thicker than water,” was never more true case.
Dirk got up. “I’ll drive.”
Elena drew in half her bottom lip, and his fangs nearly poked out.
“Do you have a suitcase I can put my clothes in?”
Clay stepped toward the hallway. “I have one.”
As she waited for Clay to return, Dirk’s tongue wouldn’t work. He sucked at saying the right thing. “You want something to drink? Water, maybe?”
“No, thank you.”
Where had his wonderful Elena gone? There had to be something he could do. He didn’t have the chance to ponder his options before Clay returned with a suitcase and handed it to her.
She stood. “Give me a sec.”
When she closed her bedroom door, rage raced through his veins. He charged up to Clay. “We’re just going to let her go?”
“For now. She needs time to process what happened. You know as well as I do we can’t force our mate to accept us.”
That was true, but it didn’t mean he had to like it.
#
This was terrible. Elena almost vomited. She wanted to be with her men, but being in a ménage was considered a mortal sin or, at least, a venial sin. Right now, her brain was too scrambled to think straight. Clay was right. A few days without them around might help her figure out the best plan.
It didn’t take long to gather her things. She drew in a deep breath and walked out, not even taking one last look at the nicest bedroom she’d ever had.