by T. Cobbin
His family owned a large woodcraft business. Anything that could be made with wood, his fathers did, and his mother looked after the books. They were a team. As he grew older his fathers showed him how to design everything from tables to miniature animals. But when he hit his thirtieth birthday he knew it was time to leave the nest, so to speak, and find his mates. His travels brought him to London, and Dragon’s Heart. It was a shock to meet Cole on his first night as a bouncer for the club.
Now there he was, a happy eight years later, meeting the female who would complete their trio. He kept in constant contact with his family, and he couldn’t wait to inform them he’d found his female. His mother had been going on about cubs a lot recently.
“Hey,” a loud-mouthed human male called out from opposite him, shaking a fiver in his hand. “Give me a beer, will ya?”
Cole hadn’t realized he’d been lost in his thoughts, watching his female. Turning toward the male, Cole wished he’d held his breath when strong liquor fumes wafted off of him. Automatically, he thought of something his mother would have said: You, sir, are overdone. Go home.
“What will it be, sir?” Cole asked quickly before he said something he shouldn’t.
“A beer, man, a fucking beer. Or perhaps working here with the constant loud music has made you deaf.” The male was ten sheets to the wind. Cole had seen this all too often. It was said your true personality came out when you were drunk. If that was true, this guy needed a swift kick up his jacksie.
“You don’t have to swear at me.” Cole took a brown bottle from the fridge behind him and placed it and a serviette on the bar. Daily, he had learned how to deal with these kinds of people. The rude, the obnoxious, and even the ones who threw themselves at him, hoping for a quick one-night fuck. “That’s four pounds please, sir.” To Cole’s frustration the male carried on waving his money in the air.
“It’s so expensive in here. Your boss must be fucking pig rich. I’d like to own a club like this. Imagine getting to sleep with a slut every night.”
Cole ignored his comments. “That will be four pounds, sir.” And be glad I don’t jump over this counter and shove it up your arse for your slut comment. When the male looked reluctant to pay, Cole added, “Please don’t make me call the bouncers.”
The man finally slapped his note down on the bar and flicked it toward Cole, mumbling about his shitty life. Picking up the bottle, he stumbled to a nearby table, forgetting his change.
Cole charged up his drink, adding the change to a tip jar beside the till. He made a mental note to talk to Todd or Troy about getting the jerk banned. He had never treated a female like a whore and didn’t believe they should be treated that way—well, unless they wanted to be. He and Brock had come across a few women who enjoyed games such as that in the bedroom. Females were to be treasure, loved, and adored.
He felt Brock slide up behind him, his arms slipping under his, imprisoning him against the till. Brock’s calming scent floated around Cole.
“Hey, sexy. How many so far?” Brock asked, his mouth close enough to Cole’s ear he could feel the heat of his breath. He could also feel Brock’s erection pressing against his butt.
“How many what?” Cole asked, confused.
“Drinks.”
“Three kisses our mate owes me so far. You?” Cole asked, knowing full well Brock had probably served more. His mate loved competition.
“You better work harder then, I’m on five.”
In the mirror behind the bar, Cole glanced up to the VIP room where their mate had gone. He wasn’t sure who would be more turned on and frustrated by the night’s end, them or her.
“My cock is already fit to bursting,” Cole complained. “But to kiss her sweet lips, I’ll put up with it.”
Brock finished at the till, releasing Cole from between his arms. Brock winked, then moved off toward another patron. With a quick crotch adjustment, Cole went back to work.
* * * *
Melanie wiggled on her barstool again. The men were driving her nuts. To their word, for every drink they sold, they came over and kissed her. She was sure some of the customers were buying drinks on purpose once they realized what her men were doing. Her men? Where had that come from? This was a one-nighter.
As the last drinks were called some of the patrons were even catcalling and whistling each time they kissed her. Her lips felt swollen and bruised, but she relished each and every caress. The club gradually emptied, and the few stragglers were escorted to the exit. Caught up with kissing her men, she hadn’t even seen Bobbie leave. She knew she was okay though by the quick text she’d received a while ago.
Once all of the clubbers were seen out, Melanie’s excitement grew, but so did her apprehension. Suddenly, she found herself plucked from her barstool. She was hauled over a male’s shoulders and treated to a view of a perfect arse in black trousers. She had no worries whoever was carrying her would drop her; she could feel his muscles stretch and flow underneath her body. One of his large hands held the back of her knees and the other one covered her backside.
“Hey,” she squealed. “You may be used to manhandling the goods, but I’m not.” Although she complained she thought the situation was a little funny. She’d watched two of her friends this morning being carted off the same way.
She wasn’t sure who had hold of her, but her inner voice told her it was Brock. Cole had mentioned something earlier about him being the dominant one. Her pussy felt empty, her pelvic muscles clenching at air, thinking of the ways he might instigate things tonight.
With the blood rushing to her head, Melanie watched the changing floors. Marble, carpet, stairs. More stairs, a hallway of some sort, then something that sounded like flesh slapping against a wall before a door opened. A keypad noise sounded, and from her position she could see another door open. The male that was carrying her didn’t even seem to be winded after the climb up the stairs, which surprised her a little, because she wasn’t exactly thin.
She caught a brief glimpse of shoes belonging to—she hoped—Cole, walking behind them. She could easily push against Brock’s back to raise herself a little and sneak a peek, but she trusted her instincts. Plus, the not knowing was slightly more fun. By the way the men had been possessively kissing her all evening, she knew she was safe. No other male would have their hands on her.
A hand spanked her bottom and her perspective spun again. She was flipped from the male’s shoulders and found herself falling. When she landed she was sprawled out on something soft. She looked up to see her reflection in a mirrored ceiling. Oh my, that’s kinky. Her mirrored self showed a saucy grin appearing on her face, then her cheeks colored, thinking of where she was and with whom. Lifting herself up on her elbows, she found two pairs of dark eyes looking at her, both filled with burning lust. She noticed Brock was a few inches taller than Cole, but Cole had broader shoulders.
“I think our woman is a little overdressed, don’t you think, Cole?” Brock asked, his voice hoarse, and an eyebrow raised.
Before Cole could answer, Melanie licked her lips and rather sassily said, “I think both of you are overdressed.” Crossing her legs at her ankles, she licked her lips again. Both pairs of eyes shot to her mouth. With a smile, she sucked in her bottom lip and lightly chewed on it.
A soft growl came from Cole before he started ripping his clothes off. His shirt, shoes, and trousers were tossed on the floor within a matter of seconds. He stood gloriously naked, and she noticed a tattoo of a bear on his right pec. She looked over at Brock, who too was now standing completely naked in front of her. He had the same bear tattoo but on his left pec. Weird, but perhaps they like bears.
Cole’s thick cock—large, erect, and dripping in pre-cum— bobbed just below his belly button. Brock’s erection also brushed against his stomach. Brock’s dick was slightly thicker than Cole’s, whereas Cole’s was a little bit longer. Visions of both cocks inside her had Melanie wetter than before. Both men had tanned skin, six-packs, and muscles that ne
eded licking.
“Well, woman, now you seem to be too overdressed.” Brock smirked. Placing his right knee on the bed, he knelt just below her feet. With a quick jerk, he grasped her ankles and pulled her closer to him.
She couldn’t help the yelp of surprise as she slid toward him, her wraparound dress sliding up her thighs. Cole’s callused hands slid along her bare skin, and in mere seconds, she found herself rolled over onto her stomach and her dress unzipped. With seductive slowness, her dress was pulled from her body and hands stroked across her skin. Then with another roll, she lay on her back before them, again in just her white, lacy knickers, her breasts bared for them to see.
“Phew, you boys move fast.”
“So much to see and so little time,” Cole said, a pained looked on his face.
Why did he seem so miserable? So little time? Did he mean he wanted more? No. Melanie shook the thoughts away. This was a one-nighter. She was a school teacher, and in the small village where she lived and worked, everybody knew each other, meaning gossip spread fast. If anyone found out about this, or even managed to get a hint of her in a threesome, she’d be hung out to dry and her days as a teacher would probably be over.
For a split second, she thought about walking out of the room and never looking back. But instead, she scooted up the bed and looked toward Cole. Crooking a finger, she beckoned him toward her. If Brock was the dominant one, she didn’t want to take the chance he’d look at her with a raised eyebrow and a what-the-fuck look on his face. Don’t order a dominant around.
With a smile a mile wide, Cole crept up the bed and over her. One of his knees firmly pressed against the crotch of her damp panties. She glanced over at Brock as he too crawled up the bed toward her. She lay back on the soft sheets and gasped when Cole’s heated mouth clamped around her right breast. His teeth skimmed over her nipple, causing a shiver to flow through her. The soft sound of suckling filled the room.
“Let me see you take more of her breast into your mouth, Cole,” Brock ordered hoarsely as he lay down beside both her and Cole.
Crooking an arm, Brock rested his head on an open palm. With his other hand, he grasped his cock, and Melanie watched as he slowly started to stroke it. It was tantalizing to watch. His large hand almost covered his dick from top to bottom, and he made long, slow swipes up and down his shaft. Pre-cum gathered at the top. His balls were tight against his crotch. Melanie licked her lips, again wondering what he would taste like. She hissed in a breath through her teeth when Cole broke her thoughts by biting down on her breast, not enough to break her skin though. Just enough to send electric pulses through her body to her throbbing clit.
“Mmm, let me have a taste.” Brock’s voice was low and gruff.
Cole’s head moved over to her other breast, and he covered it with his mouth. His leg disappeared from her crotch, leaving it feeling cold and oddly empty. Her body was heating up fast. Cole’s hands were either side of her shoulders, so when another set of warm digits roamed over her stomach, she knew they belonged to Brock. Slowly, they slid down her stomach. Cole nipped at her breast again, sucking the nipple deep into his mouth. A hand slid under the white lacy material of her panties. She opened her legs to give Brock that little bit more access to her nether region.
Her pussy and clit throbbed like a bitch. She wanted to feel something inside of her. Hot breath skimmed over her lower stomach, followed by the moist trail of his tongue licking down to her mons through her pubic hair. She was glad she’d trimmed and shaved her lower bits before she’d come out tonight. She couldn’t help but arch her back. Brock’s tongue flicked over the top of her sensitive bud. Her hips bucked. Strong hands quickly held her down on each side of her pelvis. Another lick and nip at her breast. As the men sucked on her sensitive bits, she rocked and moaned under their care. Her hands clawed at the bedsheets; she needed relief, her body was on fire.
“Mmm, honey.” Brock lifted his head briefly to look up at her. His eyes seemed to glow before he ducked his head back down again and continued to ravish her pussy.
“Please.” The plea broke from her mouth, and her voice sounded husky even to her own ears.
She looked up at the mirror. Cole’s broad shoulders covered the top half of her body, and Brock’s head covered her crotch. Both of their naked bodies showed muscles constantly rippling as they moved over her. She felt like a goddess, a naughty one, but a goddess all the same. Cole’s head lifted, and she looked down at him, her gaze meeting his. He still had a stupid grin on his face. He moved up a few inches, his mouth a touch away from hers. With a wink, he kissed her, his tongue seeking entrance into her mouth. She opened willingly, letting him enter. His tongue swept in and stroked along hers.
A hand covered her right breast and fingers rolled around her taut nipple. Brock continued to consume her pussy. His hot, wet tongue entered her core, delving in as deep as it could. She felt her walls clamp, trying to cling onto what had invaded her. Cole broke their kiss, and Melanie was panting now. Breathlessly, her chest rose and fell. Her head dropped back onto the bed; she didn’t have the energy to lift it and concentrate on the orgasm that was building inside her.
Chapter 7
Realization hit Melanie. I am here and doing this. It seemed too good to be true. These men were making her feel like it was natural to be loved by two human beings. They made her feel like a relationship like this could work out. It’s just a one-nighter, don’t even go there.
Melanie looked up at her reflection to see Brock lift his head. “Want to come, sweetpea?” he asked and had the nerve to rest his slick chin on her pussy.
Cole continued kissing and nibbling her neck, his hand caressing her breast. It was all too much to take in. A single lover she could handle, but with two, hands, tongues, and lips seemed to be everywhere.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she called out, almost angry that he had asked rather than just…doing! Move now, faster. Make me cum. Dammit. Stop asking me and just do it.
Brock didn’t move. Melanie let out a frustrated growl. If he wouldn’t do it, she’d do it herself. She lifted her hand and skimmed her fingers down her body, then between Brock’s chin and her engorged button. Her fingers brushed her clit. She cried out in annoyance when Brock grabbed her hand and held it firmly against the bed beside her.
“Let me go. I’ll finish the job if you won’t.”
She heard Cole laugh, then felt his teeth when he went back to nibbling along her collarbone.
“Feisty.” Brock chuckled.
Melanie felt relieved when he lifted his chin off her pussy and released her hand. She didn’t have to wait long before a finger was inserted deep inside her sex. Another long, thick digit joined the first. She gasped as Brock began a pattern. In and out. Thrusting deep inside her. Another finger joined the two, stretching her. It felt too delicious.
His digits curled slightly, and her body rocketed. Her hips bucked, her back arched. Lights flashed in front of her eyes, and she clenched them closed and relished the overwhelming feeling running through her. This was an orgasm. She had never experienced anything like this before, not even by her own hand. Every single cell in her body felt like it was dancing.
* * * *
Brock watched his mate thrash underneath him. Her skin flushed, her back arched, her cunt tight against his fingers. Her honey dripped from her pot, over his fingers and into his palm. He licked it with relish. Finally, as she relaxed back against the bed, he pulled his fingers free and sucked them clean.
Mentally, he allowed his bear forward a touch in his mind, sharing with him the taste their mate’s essence. A purr emanated from his chest in a low rumble. His balls were pulled tightly up against his body, his cock hard to the point of pain. Their mate’s first orgasm of the night had been fantastic to watch, but he knew there would be plenty more.
Cole had stopped kissing their mate to watch her in the throes of orgasm too, and Brock could see the smile on his face. Brock moved up Melanie’s body, and placed a hand behind Col
e’s head. His fingers tightly curled in Cole’s long, black hair, and he tugged fiercely, pulling his mate’s lips closer to his. He ravished his mouth with almost violent passion. He knew Cole could take it though. He savored the male’s taste, suckling his tongue. Cole worshiped Brock’s mouth with his own passion, probably enjoying the taste of their female on his own lips. They broke apart and stared over to their other mate to see her watching the pair of them with hunger.
It pleased Brock to see her reaction to them kissing. Some females were turned off by it. One or two had even dressed and left. But seeing the burning lust in Melanie’s eyes satisfied Brock down to his soul.
She is our mate, the one meant for us, his bear offered up.
“You like what you see?” Brock asked and placed a chaste kiss on Cole’s lips. A pink color appeared on Melanie’s cheeks, causing him to chuckle. He inhaled her scent; she smelled like a ripe honey pot. Ready for the taking.
“Do it again,” she ordered, lifting herself up onto her elbows.
Brock took the lead as he often did. Grabbing Cole, he wrestled the male onto his back and straddled his hips, their erections rubbing against each other. Brock felt a slight shiver come from Cole. Brock entwined his hands deeper into Cole’s hair and lowered his lips over Cole’s mouth. He kissed him, delving his tongue inside his mate’s mouth, worshipping Cole from the inside out. He probed and tasted while his hips bucked against Cole’s. He pulled back again, needing to breathe.
“That is so hot.”
Both Cole and Brock peered back toward an amused Melanie.