Sassy Shifter Brides: Complete Series - BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Mail-Order Romance

by Anya Nowlan

  “So what are you saying?” Sabra asked breathlessly, her vision blurring at the edges a bit.

  “We’re saying that you’re our mate, Sabra, the woman who completes our Alpha triad, the one that makes us whole. You are what the Blacktooths were afraid of – the power you bring us. If you’ll have us, if you’re willing to try, we would love a chance to show you what our life together could be like.”

  “Simply, we’re asking for a chance to love you, Sabra,” Trey finished softly.

  “…Both of you?” she came back to the thing that rocked her world the most. How could they be saying that? Had she bonked her head during the fight? Was this heaven? It sure looked like it, even if it didn’t smell like it.

  Trey chuckled, exchanging a glance with Tyler, and then both of their gazes were solidly back on her, emerald green and piercing right through her.

  “Both of us,” Tyler confirmed, standing up from the arm of the couch he had been leaning on. Like two predators stalking their prey, the men rounded the table at opposite ends and came to stand beside Sabra’s chair, making her sink into it a little as she stared up at them.

  “But how’s it going to work?” she asked breathlessly, tingling all over as she spoke the words. It wasn’t if it was going to work, it was how. The biggest problem for her had been how she could make herself choose between two different kinds of perfection, and now here she was, being offered both, no questions asked. Like a kid at a candy store, she couldn’t see a downside to it. Especially considering her feelings for both of them.

  “Well, we’re just going to have to see, won’t we,” Trey said gruffly, his voice holding that low growl of a wolf that she’d heard strumming at the back of his throat before. He leant down, and before Sabra knew what was happening, his lips were on her mouth, putting an end to all her questions. Tyler’s hand went to her shoulder and then brushed up lightly along her neck and into her hair, making her shudder. She grabbed for Tyler’s arm, her nails digging into his skin as Trey’s tongue darted into her mouth, jostling against hers and teasing her with what was to come. Finally, Trey pulled away a little, leaving her aching for his touch, only to be replaced by Tyler’s mouth. True to form, Tyler’s kiss was more raw and demanding, as if attacking her, whereas Trey’s lips had almost caressed her. She inhaled sharply, losing her grip on reality as their kisses shook her world.

  Tyler pulled back, and for a second, she was completely on her own. No lips against hers, no silky touch on her skin. She desperately wanted them back, touching her, taunting her, taking her.

  “So, what’s it going to be, Sabra? Will you give us a chance?” Tyler asked, his sandy-blonde hair catching the first rays of the sunrise slinking into the living room. Sabra didn’t need to think about it. Every fiber of her being was yelling, screaming yes, yes, please, right now! She grinned, standing up from the table and slipping her hands into their palms.

  “Yes,” she said simply, and she knew immediately that it was going to be the best decision she had ever made.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  By the time they crashed into Trey’s bedroom, Sabra didn’t know whose hands were where, and who was kissing her mouth or neck. It scarcely seemed to matter. She’d lost her shirt somewhere on the trek from the living room to the bedroom, which had taken them about five times as long as it should have due to the constant breaks they needed to take against just about every solid object that could support their weight. When the bedroom door slammed open, and Tyler tossed her on the silky sheets, Sabra had to breathe a sigh of relief. At least now she could hopefully focus a little on the men and her good fortune and not just be swept away by every touch, nibble and kiss that was being laid on her. Though there was nothing wrong with that either.

  “Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening.” The air was electric. All three of them burned for each other with the kind of hunger that comes from wanting something for far, far too long, having it dangled in front of them and not handed to them despite desperately needing it. Now, they were all going to have their fill. Sabra moaned as Trey unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off of her, not bothering to be coy about it. There was no room for shyness anymore. She raised her hips as the jeans were peeled off of her, and her stomach knotted at the look of pure hunger that Trey gave her.

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Tyler exclaimed, pulling his shirt off and diving back down to kiss her mouth and chin. She caught a glimpse of his rippling abs and narrow waist, tucking into a delicious Adonis belt that called to be worshipped. Her fingers went to his belt, undoing the loop quickly and then unzipping the front. Butterfly kisses were being rained down on her thick thighs and belly, and she mumbled a sigh of relief as Tyler tore off her shirt. For a second, the men simply looked at her, admiring her lush curves and the silkiness of her chocolate skin. Instead of feeling self-conscious about the looks they were giving her, she felt empowered, beautiful. Sabra could still hardly wrap her mind around the fact that these two strong, amazing men both wanted her and that they were willing to do anything for her, but god, she wasn’t complaining, not one bit.

  “Are you ready for this?” Trey asked, his deep voice sending a ripple of need through her. Sabra caught her lower lip between her lips and nodded, her dark curls cascading around her head on the sheets.

  “Yes. Please! I want both of you,” she half-whispered, the power of the words knocking the breath out of her. The brothers smiled wickedly – wolfish grins that sent a shiver down her spine.

  “What the lady wants, the lady must have,” Tyler murmured, leaning back down to kiss her. Sabra moaned into his mouth as his tongue slipped into hers, exploring it with a sense of ownership as Tyler’s hand slid behind her back and undid the clasp on her red, lacy bra with playful ease. Sabra shrugged off the garment just as Trey got rid of his shirt and jeans and his fingers hooked behind the delicate fabric of her panties. She allowed them to be removed, desperate for their touches.

  Tyler’s rough, big hands traced a trail down her chest, stopping at the blushing peaks of her nipples, circling the delicate nubs with his coarse fingertips. Sabra sucked in a breath as she felt her nipples harden under his touch, and then, she moaned loudly as Trey spread her legs and his hot tongue tasted her for the first time. All her logic and her reasoning, the pillars she had built her life on, drifted into the background of her mind and gave room for emotion and desire. Trey fanned the flames of her need with his tongue, parting the wet folds of her sex as he explored her, taunting and teasing. Sabra’s thighs shuddered, and her whole body felt charged, the two men knowing exactly how to make her wail with need.

  Tyler pinched her nipples and Sabra yelped, drawing a little chuckle from Tyler.

  “How do you want it, baby?” he asked, keeping his voice honey smooth. “Do you want it gentle?” he continued, caressing the heavy swell of her breasts with his hands. “Or do you want it rough? Hard?” At that, he pinched her again and squeezed her breasts, his big hand cupping her ample bosom. Sabra couldn’t find her voice as Trey’s stubble roughed against the delicate skin of her inner thigh, his lips sucking on the swollen nub of her clit. They’d taken her words away, and she was beyond making decisions at that point.

  “Hard,” she finally stammered, her fingers coiling into Trey’s hair as she writhed against him. Her dark eyes sought out Tyler’s, and the flame that burned there warmed her to her core.

  “Then hard it will be,” Tyler said softly, an edge to his voice that hinted at the strain he must have been feeling, trying to control himself around her while she was spread out in front of him, his brother already lapping at her sweet juices.

  Without warning, Trey pulled back, and Sabra was flipped over by four strong hands, landing on her all fours. Tyler pushed down his pants, and when Sabra glanced over her shoulder, she saw Trey removing his boxers. She couldn’t help but gasp. They were both huge! More than huge. She could hardly imagine fitting both of them, but her wetness threatened to consume her if she didn’t get at least one o
f them in her soon. Another shudder rocked her body, making her bubble with desperation.

  “Please!” she managed to beg, before Trey got on the bed and grabbed her by her hips, his fingertips digging into her flesh. Sabra groaned, bucking against him, though he wouldn’t let her go too far. His big, hard cock rubbed against her aching pussy, showing her what she could soon have if only the brothers would take mercy on her.

  Tyler stroked his cock a few times, and the sight mesmerized Sabra. Watching his workingman’s hands grip the rigid length and jerk it made her hungry for a taste. She bit down on her lower lip again, and Tyler chuckled, digging his hand into her hair.

  “You want it bad, don’t you?” he teased, driving her on the edge of insanity with his words. She nodded quickly, and as if to appease her, Tyler moved closer to her, rubbing the velvety tip of his cock against her cheek while he held onto her hair. Sabra moaned, her pink tongue darting out and stealing a taste as Tyler rubbed the head against her lips. He couldn’t suppress the moan that came to his lips, and just then, Trey’s nails raked across her back, making Sabra whimper. She couldn’t take it any more. She had to have them! Now!

  Sabra pressed herself against Trey, urging him to move further, and he didn’t disappoint. Trey pulled back and guided the head of his cock to her opening just as Sabra opened her mouth to taste Tyler. At the same time, she got her first real dose of both of the brothers, Tyler plunging the head of his cock into her mouth and Trey thrusting into her pussy with a long, hard motion. Sabra wanted to scream out as the thick cock entered her, filling her so quickly and so thoroughly, but the sound was muffled by Tyler’s cock. Now, she could only give herself to the moment, to enjoy and to withstand as the werewolves claimed her as their mate. And she couldn’t have been happier for it.

  She sucked Tyler hungrily, swirling her tongue over the smooth skin and dipping between the crease of the head whenever he would pull back far enough to give her a chance. They were burning as hot for her as she was for them. It was clear by the way Tyler’s muscles tensed every time she flicked her tongue across him or sucked on him, and by each thrust that took Trey deeper into her wet pussy faster and harder than the one before. Sabra was rocked between the two of them, their hands on her, their cocks in her. She shuddered like a leaf as they pulled back and feared she’d collapse every time they plowed into her, until Trey had claimed her completely. He let out a heavy grunt as he remained there for a moment, his fingers releasing their deadly grip on her hips and smoothing his palms over her back and ass.

  “You’re fucking beautiful, Sabra,” he said hoarsely, his words tinted with strain. Tears were streaming down Sabra’s cheeks from the force of their exchange, but she loved it. The hint of pain only added to the pleasure. Trey reached forward, cupping one of her breasts in his palm, kneading it and catching the nipple between his fingertips. If she could have, she would have begged him to continue thrusting into her, her whole pussy pulsing around his cock. But they liked to keep her on the edge a little, and she knew it would only make the inevitable end that much better.

  Tyler’s fingers tugged at her hair as he forced himself deeper into her mouth and throat, met with eager readiness from Sabra. She wanted them as much as she could get. Never had she allowed a man to do to her what they were doing now. It had been lurking in her dark fantasies, having two men at the same time, but she had not dared dream that it would become a reality. In her fantasies, it had always had a certain taste of the forbidden, maybe something seedy – but now with Tyler and Trey, she felt nothing less than worshipped. They were hard and took her as they wanted her, but underneath it all, she was being loved and appreciated as a sexy, confident woman, who was everything the brothers had been searching for and so much more.

  Slowly, the certainness of it all sunk in to her. The more time she spent with them, the more sure she was that her decision to remain with them was the right one. She loved both of them equally, and the chance to have both of them in her life was better than anything she could ever have wished for. What could be more perfect than being loved by two strong, caring men, who would do whatever it takes to keep her safe and happy?

  Sabra’s need grew brighter and hotter in her, threatening to consume her. When she was just teetering on the edge of oblivion, it was as if the brothers read her mind, pulling out of her in unison before she could tumble over. She gasped, shock and surprise mingling with a sense of loss at the sudden emptiness. But it was quickly driven away as Trey pushed her on her back and laid kisses on her chest and stomach. Sabra murmured her protests at being left alone for a second as the brothers changed places, and Tyler spread her thighs for him. Eagerly, she opened her mouth as Trey came to stand behind her, his dick glistening with her juices. She opened her mouth and got her first taste of herself on him as Tyler claimed her pussy, pushing in with the ravenous need she knew resided in all three of them.

  Her breath was knocked from her lungs as Tyler rammed into her, sinking in halfway before pulling back just a little, only to plunge in even further. Her moans were muffled by Trey’s cock in her mouth, and her sweet taste on his hard rod made it even better. She suckled on him eagerly, letting him thrust into her mouth and throat as far as he wanted. Being filled at both ends was amazing. Her hands pressed against Trey’s rock hard abs as he towered above her, built like a Greek god. She was going to love getting to know each muscle, each dip and swell on his body. His jaw was set, strain evident on his face. The fire that had been burning so hot when they had changed places was now at its peak again, and Sabra writhed, desperate for release.

  “Sabra, we will both cum inside of you. Only that way will you be marked as our mate forever,” Trey said, his low voice tickling her ears and adding a hot flash to her trembles. Something in her relaxed. She wanted to be theirs, she needed it. Knowing that it would be complete gave her mind the ease that her body had been searching for so frantically. Whatever would follow, she was ready for it. Tension left her body, and Sabra gave herself to the wave of pleasure that had been hovering just at the edge of her mind. It wafted over her, and she arched her back, the ripples of her orgasm rocking through her with an intensity that she hadn’t known before. Tyler groaned as her pussy clenched around him, and as she hit her peak, the stuttering gasp he let out marked the moment when he gave in as well.

  “Oh my god, Sabra,” he growled as he pumped his seed into her pussy. Sabra couldn’t focus on anything but the intense release that claimed her, while the knowledge that she was being made theirs made it all the better.

  She felt Trey’s cock pulse in her mouth, so close to his peak as well. Sabra let out a long, throaty moan as Trey pulled out of her mouth and Tyler from her pussy, making her physically spasm from being so sensitive. Carefully, Trey sunk into her wetness and pumped into her a few times, his thrusts long but jagged. Her back arched as his muscles went rigid, and with a satisfied growl, his cum shot into her in thick ropes.

  When Sabra’s body finally allowed her mind to regain control, she found herself nestled between the two werewolves, their bodies slick with sweat and completely relaxed. Her head was on Trey’s shoulder, and he kissed her forehead gently as she heaved for breath, shaken from the mind-blowing experience. Her nails raked against Tyler’s washboard abs, making the man groan a little and drawing a giggle from her.

  “The things you do to me, Sabra,” Tyler whispered softly, raising up on his elbow and laying kisses across her chest and breasts.

  “The things you do to us,” Trey corrected, tracing the contour of her chin with his fingertip.

  “Can we do that again?” Sabra asked, smiling coyly and getting deep, rumbling chuckles as replies from the brothers.

  “As often as you’ll have us,” Trey said. Well, that was a pretty good deal if she’d ever heard one!

  EPILOGUE

  “If you walk around here one more time without a hard hat, I swear, mountain lion or no mountain lion, I will kick your ass,” Sabra barked at one of the roofers, getting a r
esounding sigh as a reply, followed by the man gracefully sliding down the scaffolding in a way that made her think of superheroes and unthinkable feats. As much time as she spent around shifters now, Sabra was still amazed and taken by how graceful and powerful they were. Of course, in her eyes, no man could measure up to her two handsome and strong husbands.

  With a smile, Sabra glanced down to the sparkling rock on her finger. It had been Tyler and Trey’s great-grandmother’s and it fit her like a glove. She’d thought it curious at first, but the men had just chuckled – apparently werewolf magic didn’t call for ring adjustments. Of course it would be perfect, just like everything else. Sabra strolled through the worksite, the large ranch building just days from completion. They’d missed the deadline by a few days, but extenuating circumstances had called for leniency on the side of the client. Even billionaire snow leopards understood that encounters with pyromaniac jerks sometimes happen to good people. But, that wasn’t the main reason why they missed the deadline. Sabra, Tyler and Trey would have made it just in time, if it hadn’t been for the wedding.

  She still beamed, glowing with joy and a bit of something else. It was a shotgun wedding, and though she wasn’t supposed to know, there was no doubt in Sabra’s mind that she was carrying twins. When the client, Leigh Ramsey, had heard that the new manager of the Warfang Construction company had got happily pregnant from the owners of the company, he had all but insisted that they take a few days off for the wedding. Sabra didn’t have to be asked twice.