by Maia Dylan
This time it was Hannah's turn to bite her bottom lip. The thought of this man taking himself in hand and seeing to his own needs to alleviate sexual pressure that she caused had heat pooling within her. If he and Bastian thought that they were the only ones that had taken pleasure at their own hands over the past few days, then they were very much mistaken. Each night, after the two men had left, both kissing her with a passion that had left her breathless and aroused, she had gone to bed with her little battery-operated friend so she could relax enough to fall to sleep.
"What went through your head just now, beautiful?" Bastian murmured, and when Hannah focused more on her surroundings, she saw that Ryker had moved slightly to the left so that Bastian could step closer to her. "Whatever you were thinking about it had your heart leaping and your body heating in the most delicious way."
Hannah locked her gaze to Bastian's not wanting to say what she had been thinking, but certain that the truth would be evident on her face. When a slow, wicked smile formed, she knew he read it correctly. "Damn." His voice was a husky whisper.
"What did I miss?" Ryker asked as he tilted his head back and inhaled. "Whatever the hell it was it excited our mate." Hannah wanted to cringe at the thought of these men being able to smell her arousal, but she was too goddamn turned on to care.
"I don’t think it's just been you and I taking our own release at night to get some relief from the sexual tension building between us," Bastian said, his voice filled with heat and sin.
Ryker growled low. When he leaned in to inhale against her neck before pressing a quick, open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive area where her shoulder swept up to her neck, Hannah couldn't hold back her moan. "Fuck, the thought of you taking your own pleasure and riding your damn hand is so fucking hot."
Hannah arched her neck, giving him better access. She put her left hand on Ryker's hip and reached out to lay her left hand on Bastian's chest, shivering at the jolt of awareness that shot through her.
"N-not my hand," she whispered. "I have a toy."
Both men froze at her words, and, for a brief moment, she thought perhaps she had said something wrong, but in the next second, they were both pressing tighter against her, growling. Hannah somehow knew the sound as being one that spoke of arousal and needs and nothing to do with biting and bleeding.
"Christ, the thought of you using a vibrator has me so damn hard." Bastian's voice was a little harsh, and she wondered if perhaps she heard a little of his bear in his tone. "Feel me, baby." He gently took her hand from his chest and pulled it down to the impressive bulge behind the zipper of his jeans.
Despite the harsh and heavy material beneath her fingers, Hannah could feel the heat of his impressive erection. She would have moaned aloud for the second time, but any sound she would have made was swallowed by Bastian as he claimed her mouth. She’d been kissed by both men on multiple occasions over the past three days. In fact, it had seemed to her that they had seized every opportunity they could to take her mouth, but none of them compared to this.
Bastian took her mouth with an intensity that had her shivering. His kisses were usually light and playful, but this was deeper, striking her at a more visceral level. He told her so much with that kiss. Above all the emotions she felt in his kiss, his hunger for her rang through loud and clear. Hannah kissed him back just as urgently, wanting him to see her need as well.
When Bastian pulled back with a moan, Hannah only had a moment to draw a quick breath before Ryker moved in and completely took over her mouth. Or at least that's how it felt to her. He licked deep into her mouth, taking everything he wanted from the kiss and giving just as much back. Hannah simply had to hold on and hope she could withstand the maelstrom he built within her. When he pulled back, biting her bottom lip enough to give a slight sting before sweeping his tongue across it to ease her, she started to shake.
"One day." Ryker's voice was deeper than usual and had Hannah shivering. "And one day soon, we are going to have a turn with that little toy of yours, but not now. Come home with us, Hannah. Let us love on you and show you what it's like to be the mate of two bear shifters who adore you. Say, yes, please."
Hannah could feel her heart pounding within her chest. She looked up at Ryker and could read his need and hope clearly in his expression. When she shot a quick look at Bastian, she recognized the same emotions shimmering there. At any other time, and with any other person, Hannah might have thought of this as way too fast to move to a more intimate relationship. And the mere fact that she was contemplating this move with more than one man would have seemed preposterous.
But this was Ryker and Bastian. And she was Hannah. And this was the way it was supposed to be, so there was really only one thing left to say.
"Yes."
Chapter Eight
"Last chance, love," Ryker asked as he placed their mate on her feet at the end of the large bed he and Bastian had purchased for their mate. No one, except Hannah, had ever slept in this room, and that was exactly how it should be.
"For what?" Hannah asked a little breathlessly, and Ryker couldn’t exactly blame her. As soon as she had uttered that one word, he had swept her into his arms and charged out of the workshop for his truck. Bastian had only just managed to make it into the car himself after locking up the workshop before Ryker shot out of the garage forecourt and headed in the direction of their house.
They had traveled in silence, but Ryker had felt the tension and anticipation building within the car. The scent of their mate's arousal perfumed the car almost immediately, and by the time they slammed to a halt in the drive outside their own house, he and Bastian had been growling continuously with need. Ryker had jumped from the truck before it had even stopped, reached in for their mate, and then charged for the room.
"Last chance to tell us you need more time," Ryker said as he leaned in and pressed his forehead to hers while Bastian moved to press against her back.
Hannah groaned and shimmied between them, making him inhale sharply at the sensation. "I don’t need more time. I just—I need—"
"What, love?" Bastian growled against her neck. "What do you need? Tell us and it's yours."
Hannah exhaled slowly. "You. Both of you. I need you both, so damn bad."
For a moment, no one moved. Then he and Bastian went into action. Ryker stepped closer, placing his mouth on Hannah's and began to gently coax her into play. He kept kissing her, knowing that his brother was releasing the buttons from the long-sleeved shirt she wore. He felt Hannah shiver in delight as Bastian removed the shirt, then slipped her bra free.
Hannah suddenly gasped at whatever Bastian was doing, and Ryker swooped in, sliding his tongue into her mouth and taking the kiss to another level. He poured as much emotion into the kiss as he could, groaning at the feel of her submitting to his passion. The moment would forever be burned into his memory.
From the way Hannah gripped at his hips, and shuddered against him, he knew her arousal was building within her. He pulled back, his breath coming in gasps, and stared into her face. "You are so fucking beautiful."
Bastian groaned, and Ryker dragged his gaze from his mate to look back at his brother. Bastian’s gaze was locked onto Hannah's ass, his expression filled with need. “I have to concur with my brother, baby, you are beautiful, but from behind, you are fucking spectacular.”
The scent of Hannah’s arousal was thick in the air. Ryker was quickly running out of control. He stepped back, pulling his clothes off as quickly as he could before he reached out, grabbed their mate, and pushed her gently onto the mattress. As soon as she reclined, Ryker crawled between her thighs, guiding her legs as wide as they would go. He felt the bed shift as Bastian climbed in with them.
“Look at you,” Ryker whispered reverently, his stare locked to her pussy, loving how it glistened with the evidence of her arousal. “All naked and bare to our gaze.” He reached out and ran the tip of his finger over her mound, making her shiver. “Our touch.” He looked up until he could look
into her eyes. “Our mouths.” He leaned in, placing his mouth directly over her clit, and swept the flat of his tongue over her, taking every drop of cream there, loving how she cried out his name, but never dropped her stare.
With a growl, he set to work driving her arousal up as quickly as he could. He alternated between quick flicks of his tongue against the swollen nub of her clit and thrusting his tongue as far as he could inside her hot pussy. He couldn’t resist sliding his hand beneath her ass and using his fingers to gently stroke her ass.
Hannah bucked up into his mouth when Ryker pressed against the sensitive ring of muscle that surrounded her back entrance, and he growled. If she reacted so favorably to having her ass played with, she was going to go crazy when he eventually took it. Crazed by the image of taking her ass, Ryker devoured his mate, placing his mouth directly over her pussy, and sucking hard. He felt her go over as her body shuddered against him, and she flooded with cream.
“Ryker!” Hannah cried out and arched off the bed, grinding her hips against him. He stayed with her through each and every shiver and shudder, not stopping until she slumped against the bed. When he lifted his head, he saw Bastian gently stroking their mate’s face, easing her down.
When she took a deep breath and relaxed back against the bed, Ryker pushed up onto his hands and knees and crawled up her body. He placed a gentle kiss against the flat of her stomach, paused to drop a kiss on both peaked, dark pink nipples, and then when he was holding himself above her, he leaned down to place his forehead against hers.
“That was the hottest damn experience of my life,” he said in a voice that sounded tight even to his own ears. “You are so responsive, love. The way you let go, and gave yourself to me? Damn, there just are no words to tell you what that meant to me.”
Hannah smiled sweetly up at him, and Ryker felt his heart swell with emotion. “I have to agree with you. That was pretty damn hot for me, too, but I want more.” Hannah reached up and wound her arms around his neck. “I want you. I told you that already, and as much as I have enjoyed the appetizer, I am really looking forward to the entrée.”
Ryker grinned. “And as your mate, it is most definitely my job and my pleasure to give you what you want.” He reached down, and Hannah tracked his movements with her gaze, as he gripped his cock and stroked it a couple of times. Hannah bit her bottom lip, and Ryker groaned. “Fuck, sweetness, you keep looking at me like that, and this is going to go too damn fast.”
Hannah’s breaths came in erotic pants. “Fast is good. I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. Take me, Ryker. Please.”
Ryker placed the head of his cock against her swollen pussy and pressed forward until her body submitted and he slid a couple of inches inside her. “I’m safe, too, love. Shifters aren’t susceptible to human diseases. Now, hold on, this is going to go hard and fast.” He rolled his hips forward, groaning as she lifted her own hips to meet his thrust. “Fuck! So tight,” he growled when he slid home, his hips nestling into the cradle of hers. His cock swelled within the wet heat of her body.
“Oh, God!” Hannah groaned, arching her neck, and lifting her legs to wrap them around his waist. "Feels so good!"
Ryker held still for a moment, then withdrew, then pushed home again. The feeling was hard to describe, unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He started a steady, slow rhythm, one designed to ensure he maintained control but allowing him to drive his mate crazy. All was going to plan until she tightened around him, and his rhythm stuttered. He held still for a moment, breathing through the spike of pleasure, but that proved to be a mistake.
Hannah tightened around him, squeezing with a measured cadence, and Ryker was lost. With a growl of pleasure, he began to move, no longer looking for steady, now simply wanting to hold out long enough to ensure his mate’s pleasure. His movements were sharp and sudden until he was pounding into his mate, driving her into the mattress beneath her, and reveling in the sounds she made.
"Oh, Ryker, yes!" Hannah cried out. "I—I'm gonna—fuck!"
Ryker gave a shout of triumph as Hannah screamed her pleasure to the room, and then, helpless to resist, he gave in, roaring his own release to the world. He slammed into her once, twice, three times as his orgasm rolled over him. He locked his elbows to ensure he didn't give into the urge to claim her with a mating bite. Once he knew he had complete control, he slumped forward, careful not to crush his mate, but ensuring he blanketed her body completely. He might not be able to give his bear the satisfaction of completely mating with their woman, but he could give him this moment of sweet submission.
"Damn, Hannah," he breathed in a rough voice. "You give yourself so completely. Thank you."
Hannah smiled, and Ryker could not resist leaning in and tasting it with a brief kiss. "Don’t thank me, Ryker Barrett. I enjoyed the hell out of that."
Ryker grinned, pressed one more sweet, open-mouthed kiss on her soft lips then rolled off, both groaning at the feel of his still semi-hard cock slipping from her body. He couldn't wait for the day that he and his bear claimed her as their own. He longed for the day his claiming bite marred the side of her neck, advertising to the world at large that this woman was his and Bastian's and nothing in the world would, or could, ever change that.
****
Hannah took a deep breath, amazed by what had just happened. But even more so by the fact that despite the powerful orgasm she'd just experienced, she was still hungry for more.
"Hannah," Bastian asked from the other side of the bed, in a tight voice. "You're not too tired, are you, baby?"
Hannah turned to look over at him and smiled. Out of the two of them, Bastian was her sweet and charming bear. If this relationship went further than this, she envisaged him having to step in between Ryker and her on a regular basis.
"Hmm." Hannah sighed, arching her back slightly, and enjoyed the sharp inhale of appreciation Bastian gave at the move. "I'm guessing that if I say I am tired, and I want nothing more than to drift off to sleep, then you would be okay with that, right?" She felt the bed shift from behind her and knew that Ryker had slipped off the bed.
"Yeah, I would. Of course, I would." Bastian winced. “I would also have the worst case of blue balls ever seen after that hot as hell display, but I’ll live.”
Ryker suddenly appeared between her legs with a warm cloth, and she moaned at the feel of a warm, wet cloth sliding over her pussy. Hannah should have felt a modicum of embarrassment, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. The feel of the soft material sliding against her sensitive skin had bursts of pleasure sparking within her.
Ryker laughed softly. “I don’t think our mate is tired at all, brother.”
Hannah rolled toward where Bastian sat with his back against the headboard of the bed and began to crawl in his direction. She bit her bottom lip as her gaze fell on Bastian’s right hand as it stroked his cock from tip to root.
“I think you might be right,” Bastian murmured.
As soon as she reached him, she straddled his hips. Bastian had to let go so he could accommodate her position on his lap, and that was the perfect opportunity for her to reach down and take him in her own hand. Hannah reveled in his groan of appreciation as she ran her hand in a firm grip up and down the solid length of him.
“Oh, he is most assuredly right,” Hannah said in a voice so filled with smoke and sin, she hardly recognized it as her own. “Tired is the last thing I’m feeling. Needy. Hot. Empty. Hell, any of those would work to describe how I’m feeling, but definitely not tired.” Pushing up on her knees, she shuffled a little closer to him. Placing the blunt head of his cock against her pussy, she exhaled as she moved down and let him sink slowly into her. As she descended she rotated her hips in tight circles, a move Bastian appreciated a lot if his growled curse was anything to go by.
As soon as she was settled in against his pelvis, Bastian reached out and gripped her hips. His hands were so broad that they covered a lot of her ass cheeks as he spread them wide and tu
gged her a little closer. Hannah moaned at the move as it rubbed her clit against his body, and those tiny sparks lit up again.
“Hey,” she whispered as she reached behind him to place her hands on the top of the headboard, wanting to ensure she didn’t smack him with her cast in the throes of passion.
“Hey,” Bastian said in return, his voice deeper than she’d ever heard it before.
“You ready?”
Bastian gave her a slow, wicked grin. “I’m ready for anything you got, baby.”
Hannah returned his grin with one of her own, and then she began to move. She used the headboard as leverage and began to lift and lower herself up and down over his cock. She made sure to add those swift, tight circles of her hips that he seemed to like and used her inner muscles to add another element to her movements when she was fully seated on him.
“Christ, baby.” Bastian groaned, his fingers tightening against her hips reflexively. “You feel so fucking good on me. Take what you need, Hannah. Everything that I am is yours.”
Hannah loved the sound of that. She could feel her orgasm building within her, and the speed at which it was rushing toward her was frightening. Her rhythm faltered, and soon she was flicking her hips against Bastian in quick succession, slamming herself down over him. He cried out, and his hands began to help her move.
The tempo was too much for anyone to withstand for too long, and she felt herself hovering for a moment on the precipice before she flew into her orgasm, screaming Bastian’s name to the world at large. Vaguely she registered him roaring her name shortly after and felt the hot pulse within her that signaled he had reached his own release quickly after hers. She gave herself over to the waves of pleasure that slammed through her, shuddering and shaking above her lover.