"Oh, I'm sure it will be. But I don't like being the center of attention. You two kiss. I'll watch." She tried to sound like this was a normal proposition, even went as far as to plop down on the couch, cross her legs and motion to the space in front of her. "The stage is yours."
Kai looked like he was going to argue with her and even took a step forward toward her but then Brock came up behind him. He'd also lost his shirt somewhere between the front door and the living room and he grabbed his mate by the hair and pulled his head back hard enough that Kai had no choice but to look up at him. His mouth was parted and he went from looking like he was going to argue to groaning out loud at the rough treatment.
"She wants a show," Brock said. He slammed his mouth against Kai's in a kiss that was brutal. The two of them were so strong and virile and watching them kiss was like watching a boxing match, one was always trying to get the upper hand on the other, only instead of fighting with punches and kicks, their weapons were tongues and caressing palms.
Frannie felt frozen on the couch. Her heart beat wildly and her breath was heavy in her chest. Her pussy throbbed at the erotic sight in front of her. Her eyes transfixed on Kai's hand as he moved to cup Brock's enormous erection. Not to be defeated, Brock unbuttoned Kai's pants and shoved them down before reaching down his boxer briefs. Frannie could tell the exact moment Brock wrapped his fingers around Kai's cock because Kai made a sound that was erotically primal.
"Listen to you," Brock murmured. "Purring for me."
Kai strained forward and kissed Brock, nipping his bottom lip as he did. "Like you aren't leaking into my hand right now." He pulled his hand up and sure enough, his fingers glistened with Brock's pre-cum. Kai lifted the fingers into his mouth and sucked on it, moaning around his digits.
Frannie couldn't help herself any longer. Had she thought of this so she would have some space? Gain a clearer head? Well that hadn't worked, seeing them with each other was as sexy as when they were with her and now her mind was clouded with lust and her body ached with need. She pulled her dress up her thighs until it was bunched just below her tummy. She swiped an exploratory finger against her soaking wet center. Fuck that felt good. So good, she couldn't stop from touching herself further, teasing her clit with her own juices before toying with her hole.
When she looked up she realized two things. One, Brock and Kai had stopped kissing and two, they were both staring at her as if they were starving animals and she was a wounded gazelle. They moved as one unit, wordlessly approaching her. Kai, who was completely naked at his point and sporting a romance-novel-type erection slid behind her on the couch, puller her back so that she lay against his chest, her wrists lifted above her head and held in one of his hands. Brock lowered his body down to his knees and placed himself between hers.
She could have told them to stop, it might have taken a moment for them to clear away the sex haze they were in, but they would have stopped. She knew that. She just didn't think she could. Brock gently spread her legs open and inhaled.
"You smell like perfection. Like a ripe apple waiting for me to take a bite."
"I can smell her from here," Kai's words rumbled through her. He slipped his hand down the front of her dress and pulled her bra down so that her breasts jutted out from the top.
"Look at these sweet little berries," he said, rolling a nipple between his fingers. Her breasts had always been extremely sensitive and she moaned now from the sensation. "So responsive," Kai observed.
Brock slid his massive hands up her thighs. When he reached her apex, he grabbed the crotch of her panties and pulled, tearing them off her body. He pulled them free of her body and instead of tossing them aside to be thrown away, tucked them safely in his pocket.
He leaned down and Frannie felt his breath against her pussy. She tried to look away, the sight of his steel gray eyes looking up at her from between her legs was too much. "No, baby," Kai said into her ear. "Watch him love you."
Love? That isn't what this is. Warning bells sounded in the back of her mind and she began to squirm. For the first time, she seriously thought about putting a stop to all of this. She wasn't ready for love. That wasn't what this night was about.
Chapter Fourteen
Frannie
Brock thrust his tongue inside of her and Frannie forgot about everything. He lapped and licked, suckling her clit in his mouth repeatedly, developing a rhythm that had her squirming again, but for a different reason.
"Oh my God, oh—" Her orgasm crashed over her, fast and hard. She panted and road it out, humping Brock's face as Kai kissed and licked her neck. Brock remained even after her orgasm had ebbed, licking up her juices like she was a dessert. She panted through his ministrations amazed that the tingle of need was rekindling within her so quickly.
"That was beautiful, Francesca. I want to watch you come again, with his cock inside of you next time," Kai said into her ear.
Frannie eyed Brock's impressive erection. "I don't think that will fit inside of me."
"I'd be just as pleased to watch him take your mouth as I would anywhere else, but let me assure you, he will fit. It just takes patience."
"Like a hundred years," she quipped as Brock silently pulled her dress up, putting her body on display. The urge to cover up her less-desirable parts came up fast. She even tried to pull her hands free, but Kai kept his hold on her. "Maybe we could grab a blanket?"
"Are you cold?"
Yeah right, the opposite. "To um, it might be better to cover..."
"It would never be better to cover," Kai said with conviction. "If I could keep you naked at all times I would so that your body was always available for me to look at. To worship."
Again, his words were far too intimate, implied far too much permanency than Frannie wanted from this night. "Look, I'm cool with this being a one-night stand. You don't have to pretend it's anything else."
The two of them shared an expression that Frannie didn't quite see; she assumed they would be relieved. Everyone could get what he wanted and no one had to pretend this was anything more. Already she knew that if she left right now and didn't do a single thing more, she would have enough fantasy material for years. These two were going in all her future books and in a variety of positions.
Frannie turned around so that she straddled Kai's legs. His penis lay hard against his washboard stomach. Did she dare reach out and stroke him? How many times had she written about her characters being bold, grabbing what they wanted?
It was a joke that a woman who had published so many romantic novels, novels with sex scenes that went for days, was so inexperienced. That was the first rule she'd thrown out the window: Don't write what you know, write the porn you can find online.
"Do you want to touch me, Francesca?" Kai asked, looking up at her with black eyes.
Frannie sucked on her bottom lip. She felt like she was in a trance, her breath came slowly as she nodded.
"Fuck, baby, you look so sexy right now," Kai replied, leaning up to kiss her. As he did, his cock brushed against her front.
She felt Brock before she saw him, the heat radiating from his massive form could keep her warm outside in the winter. He whispered hotly in her ear. "Touch him, baby, you don't have to be unsure. He's yours to touch."
Mine. Was that what he was?
No. Not yours, Frannie. Mine for tonight then, she amended.
She could live with that. She held onto the boldness that rose up inside of her when she thought of Kai belonging to her and reached down between their bodies. Grasping his hard length at the base, she slid her hand up, relishing in the soft smoothness of his skin.
"Fuck yeah." He exhaled, his air coming out on a raspy sound. Brock left and returned with a small bottle of lube. He poured a little over her hand and his lover's cock, allowing Frannie's hand to glide up and down quickly without resistance. "Are you trying to make me come in her hands?"
Frannie felt a thrill go through her. Pinned between two men and she still had power to make
them do things? It was a heady feeling of which she didn't ever want to let go. Just tonight, Francesca, she reminded herself but with much less conviction. She didn't doubt her own ability to fall so far in lust with these two that she never wanted to come back up for air, but she did doubt that the feeling would be mutual. With shifters, mates were all about procreating. It was what had brought all the mates in her life together. That wasn't an option for her anymore.
"Come back to us, Francesca," Brock murmured, his lips rubbing her shoulder. "We need you present. We're jealous men, and I couldn't stand the thought of anything else being in your head right now."
Fair enough. She pushed every thought that wasn't humping these two sex machines out of her head.
"I'm here," she said, turning her head around to kiss Brock. She could taste herself on his tongue and didn't mind the flavor. That had been a line that she'd written time and again, all the while shaking her head wondering how in the hell a woman wouldn't mind her own taste, but now that she'd experienced it, the flavor wasn't good—she wasn't going to order a non-fat, Frannie-flavored latte—but it tasted wild. Made her feel wild.
Her pussy spasmed with need so forcefully that she hunched over. "I need..." she gasped, thinking this was too strong of a feeling but figuring it had more to do with the men she was with than anything else.
"What do you need? Who do you need?"
They would make her choose? That was an impossible decision. "I'm...I don't..."
Kai chuckled. "Shh, baby, it's okay." He grabbed her at the waist and Frannie didn't have a chance to be embarrassed of the way his fingers couldn't reach around the circumference of her waist like she thought guys wanted. He hauled her up and held her suspended in the air above his cock.
"Wait, condoms?" she managed to gasp out.
"I thought you lived with shifters? We can't get your STDs. We're immune."
Oh yeah, she remembered Sorell saying something about that when he'd told her about his wild days.
And she knew she wasn't getting pregnant from this so that wasn't a concern. She squirmed, trying to impale herself. Approval flared in his eyes.
"You aren't worried about conceiving?" Brock asked.
"Nope," Frannie said, leaving it at that. They wanted her head here, with them, so that was where she was staying. "Now will someone please put something inside me? Or do I have to beg?"
"Begging is for next time," Kai replied arrogantly though his voice was so thick with desire she didn't think he could wait much longer either. "Watch us, watch me," he ordered as he lowered her down on his cock.
Frannie's thighs shook, not from exertion but from anticipation. He lowered her down on his penis, not quite as massive as Brock, but still larger than the handful of penises she'd ever been in the same room with.
She felt his cock stretch her opening, forcing her body to adjust around him, to accommodate his intrusion. She did know a little something about shifter pre-cum from her brother, with a red face he'd once let it slip that there was a chemical in wolf shifter pre-cum that made it act as not only a relaxant but a sensation enhancer. She thought that might have been why she experienced zero pain as he slipped inside her. The exact opposite in fact. She'd never been so full of pleasure in her life.
"This is way better," she said, letting the words slip.
Both Kai and Brock growled. "Better than what, baby?" Kai asked, his voice deep.
"Better than not having you inside me." That wasn't quite the truth. She looked up at Brock, his expression clouded with jealousy from her thoughtless words and also naked desire. Something deep within her rose up then, knowing he shouldn't be left all alone. "Come here," she ordered and he got to his feet immediately.
She closed her eyes as Kai slipped in until their pelvises were flush. She needed a minute but also needed to be doing something. She placed her hand on Brock's hip, guiding his erect cock towards her face she licked the tip of his penis like he was a triple scoop of double-chocolate-chip cookie dough in a waffle cone.
"Oh, God. Francesca," he uttered her name like it was a swear word and a prayer at the same time.
She opened her mouth wide and attempted to take as much of him in her mouth as she could. Her lips slid about halfway down before she felt him at the back of her throat and gagged.
"It's okay," Brock whispered, sounding almost apologetic by his size as he tried to pull away.
Francesca reached around him and grabbed his butt cheek, keeping him in place. She waited for her throat to relax before trying again, finding that she could take even more of him than she had before, but still not his entire length. As she did, Kai began his thrusts, slow and steady his cock rubbed against the nerve endings in her vaginal wall. She moaned around Brock's dick, unwilling to take him out of her mouth as Kai fucked her.
When her arms could no longer hold herself up, Kai took complete control, setting the pace. She slid Brock in and out of her mouth at the same pace and whimpered. She didn't have long, there was no way she'd last another minute.
Kai switched into overdrive, thrusting inside of her deeper and faster than before. He shifted her body slightly so that he entered at a different angle and when he nudged against her G-spot she screamed around Brock's cock.
"Fuck, I can't hold on, baby you need to stop, I'm going to—" Brock tried again to pull back but this time Frannie dug her fingernails into his butt muscle and he groaned as he erupted down her throat.
Feeling him cum in her mouth was the last trigger she needed as her second orgasm of the night reared up inside of her, completely obliterating her thought processes. She was aware of Kai's roar and then her body twitching with aftershocks of her orgasm as he filled her.
Chapter Fifteen
Kai
Kai tucked the sheet around Francesca's sleeping form. Their little minx had completely passed out after her orgasm, making only small whining noises when they had to clean her up. Brock had lifted her body up and she had snuggled against his neck so sweetly Kai had almost gotten jealous. The only thing that stopped him was knowing that one day it would be his turn to carry her, passed out from amazing sex, from wherever they were to bed.
She'd taken to the two of them as if it wasn't their first time. She had been hesitant but never awkward and other than the one time her gaze had gotten a faraway look, she had never seemed nervous. Normally he wouldn't mind his cock being compared to another man's especially if his came out superior, but when it came to his Francesca, he didn't like the idea of any man being near her, much less getting his body parts anywhere—
"Stop thinking about it," Brock ordered.
Kai blinked, bringing his attention to the present. He looked down at the glass bottle of beer he'd been holding, it was now shattered, the rest of the beer pouring across the table and down on the floor. "I just wish we knew more about her," he muttered, going to the kitchen to get a towel. "And what was all that about it just being the one night? I honestly didn't think she meant it the first time. I thought she was being coy about being our mate. Maybe you were right at the bar, and she doesn't have any idea."
"We're missing something, that is for sure. But we have one thing going for us, time and determination."
"That's two things."
"Yeah, well, we'll figure it out and then when we know what issues we need to address for her, we'll address them and everything will work out perfectly." Brock finished his beer.
"There is a third thing, or are we just not going to talk about it?"
"You didn't knot inside of her," Brock stated but like he wasn't very concerned.
Kai nodded. "No mating knot." In most shifter couples, there were physical signs of mating beyond the emotional desire to always be around your mate. In wolf shifters, the males knotted their mates during climax, ensuring their seed had the greatest chance.
Brock rubbed the wrinkles from his forehead. "We don't knot," Brock began.
"Because our inner beasts recognize we are both alphas," Kai countered. "Neithe
r of us could get pregnant."
"I don't know what to tell you. Do you have any doubt in your mind that Francesca is our mate?"
Kai pulled up a mental image of Francesca. His cock immediately hardened. "No. She is ours."
Brock's eyes fell down to Kai's lengthening member. Kai recognized the look in his eye. He was ready for round three.
"We are not waking her up," Kai said profusely. "She is human and needs her sleep. Your cock will just have to wait."
"Wait?" Brock said the word like he was testing an unfamiliar taste and had decided he didn't care for it. "We may have found the woman who completes us, but you are still my mate as well. This is why we will all be perfect together."
"Now who is using the lawyer talk?"
"It's called making a logical argument." Brock threw his own words back in his face.
"Fuck off," he muttered.
"Bend over," Brock replied, getting to his feet.
Kai figured he should at least try to put up a fight. He turned and started to run but Brock was too horny and too agile. He held Kai over the back of the couch, sliding an arm under his stomach to push Kai's ass out. Brock leaned over him, covering his back with his body as he whispered in his ear. "Next time, you will make love to Francesca and I will make love to this sweet ass and we will all come together."
Kai's cock twitched at the imagery. Brock rotated his hips, lining up with Kai's hole, he lingered, wiping the head of his penis against the area so that his pre-cum could lubricate and sensitize him. Kai closed his eyes and moaned. He longed to share this moment with Francesca but knew he was right in saying she needed her sleep. Humans were fragile and Kai would do everything in his power to protect her. Even if it was from himself. Brock pushed forward, sliding through his tight outer muscles. This moment when he danced on the edge of pleasure and pain, was when he felt most connected to his mate. He loved that his body was able to accept all of him, that he could give his mate pleasure while also receiving so much in return.
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