“Maybe we should wait,” she said. “The last thing I need is more problems.”
Caleb unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. He was naked now, and her eyes ran over every inch as he sat beside her. He thought she was beautiful. What a joke. Caleb Green was the beautiful one. He stretched out like a model in a fine painting, a chiseled piece of art she could stare at forever.
Her gaze traveled to the reddish-brown dots on his left shoulder, the symbol of a werewolf mate. She couldn’t blame Stephen. She was half ready to sink her teeth into the man herself.
“No need to wait,” he said with a smile that lit her on fire. “Stephen will be here before you know it.”
“He said he can’t. He’s working.”
“He says a lot of shit.”
This time when he took command of her lips, she let the contact sear away the questions and doubts she still had plenty of. She clung to him while he removed her innocent, spring dress, laying it aside almost reverently. After today, her dress might still be innocent, but she wouldn’t be. And the thought sent her pulse into overdrive.
“You’re every bit as sexy as I dreamed, only more,” he said. Then he showed her how much he believed it.
She wasn’t sure how much time passed once she gave herself up to the sensations he aroused in her. His lips were everywhere—on her mouth, pressed to her breasts, skimming down her quivering stomach. When he flicked out his tongue to taste her cunt juices, she arched her hips and let out a loud cry. Her body shuddered as his wet, rough tongue swirled over her clit, and she was approaching orgasm when she heard the low, rumbling growl.
“Speak of the devil,” Caleb said from between her thighs, and they twisted around to see the wolf standing at the edge of the trees behind them. The animal’s sides were heaving as he stared down at them with fiery, yellow eyes. His pale gray fur ruffled slightly in a breeze.
Just the way she’d drawn him in her sketch.
“Stephen,” she breathed.
He came forward on all fours, but as he moved, he rose up oddly until he was on hind legs. At the same time, he quivered so hard that his fur was almost blurred. It vanished into his tanned skin until he was upright, naked, and headed straight for them.
“Told you he’d be here,” Caleb said.
“And I told you to wait,” Stephen said. There was a hint of annoyance in his voice, but his cock told another story. It was rising steadily.
Rose sat up and stared at his exquisite, sexually ripe body as he stared at hers.
“You made it,” she said, barely able to contain her need. She squirmed on the blanket, thanks to the protest her clit was waging over the abrupt halt in stimulation.
He didn’t reply. He just stalked straight for her and dropped down on the blanket. She felt suddenly self-conscious, being naked out in the open, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it. His arm slid around her shoulders, bringing her face to his. The kiss was epic—very Stephen, yet with an added blaze of romance. For a moment, she imagined herself as Scarlett O’Hara to his Rhett Butler, though the thought was drowned out quickly by the feel of his hand skimming her bare curves.
“Do you have any idea what it was like to sit in that hospital,” he said, barely lifting his lips, “knowing how much pleasure you were giving Caleb?”
“You didn’t sit there for long,” she said thinly through a dry throat. “You must have left the minute you hung up that call.”
“He means before that,” Caleb said. Stephen’s position had effectively pushed him out of place, but he sat on his heels, watching. “We’re bonded now. He could sense every bit of what I was feelin’.”
Her eyes widened. “That’s why you called.”
“You didn’t want to wait for me,” Stephen said, and the words rung with both passion’s heat and disappointment.
She reached up and stroked his smooth face. “Not because I didn’t want you.”
He cupped her breast and flicked his tongue against the palm she had pressed to his cheek. Then he glanced at Caleb. “I’m invoking the right of first mating.”
“What?” Caleb jumped to his feet while Rose wondered exactly what Stephen meant. “No way. That’s only done where there’s a question of compatibility.” He glowered accusingly at Stephen’s cock.
“Or of obedience,” Stephen snapped. “And I do have some question marks raised over that.”
Rose’s body throbbed for release, and frustration flooded her thoughts. The men weren’t seriously going to start fighting now? She might explode before they finished trying to out-macho each other. To her relief, however, Caleb gave a curt nod and sank down a bit unhappily on the blanket.
“Get on your back,” Stephen said to him, and with a brief hesitation, Caleb complied.
“Rose,” Stephen murmured against her ear while he still cradled her against his body. “I want you to get on all fours and pin him down.”
She wasn’t sure what he was asking, but he helped her so she was essentially on top of Caleb on hands and knees, pinning his thighs with her shins and clasping his hands beside his head. It was awkward and wobbly until Stephen got behind her and steadied her hips, but it was also quite exciting to hold Caleb down. She could watch the way his gaze flamed as it raked along the breasts, belly, and pussy positioned above him.
She felt Stephen’s hard cock prodding her wet slit, and she sucked in a breath and closed her eyes. This was it. She was about to understand what it meant to be a woman.
Her grip on Caleb’s hands tightened when Stephen’s dick began slipping inside her. The feel of hot, throbbing cock in her cunt was inexplicable, and her walls stretched pleasurably to accommodate him. There was no pain, only the firm yet gentle glide of hard flesh as it stimulated all sorts of new nerve endings.
When he was buried inside her fully with his hips pressed to hers, he stopped. The weight of the moment settled over her. She was no longer a virgin. She belonged to a man, if only for this moment.
“Finally,” she said in a sigh of relief, and she felt Caleb tense. She opened her eyes to see his frustration, and he squirmed a little beneath her.
It was an odd sensation, feeling so completely taken by passion for another man while Caleb lay there, part of the proceedings and yet detached from them. She flashed back on the morning she’d watched him with Stephen, and wondered if he felt as left out as she did.
She lowered her face to his lips, intending to make it clear how much a part of her awakening he was, but Stephen slid an arm beneath her ribs and lifted her away.
“Not yet,” he said, and there was a gentleness in the tone while leaving no room for argument. “This moment is ours, Rose. Caleb understands.”
Did he? His expression didn’t seem to agree, but he lay there silent while Stephen began moving his hips.
She stiffened, completely bowled over by the feel of his hard shaft pulling out and then pushing into her again. He relaxed his hold around her waist, sliding his hand instead around the front of her mound. There, he rubbed intensely, arousing circles over her clit while he proceeded to fuck her.
“God, how badly I’ve wanted you,” Stephen said, easing himself back in her tight hole. “You are so hot and wet. I can’t imagine anything better than being inside you.”
A thrill ran over her, though she glanced at Caleb to see his reaction. After all, the men were lovers, too. Maybe Stephen’s words would make him jealous—or resentful. Instead, all she saw was a desperate, fiery hunger.
She closed her eyes again and gave over to the demands of Stephen’s body. His motions were slow for a brief time, but he picked up speed until her body rocked and her tits bounced over Caleb with every thrust. Stephen’s lack of composure grew, and he moved his hand from her aching clit to grip her ass while he rammed himself hard enough to hear his body slapping against her cheeks. He was in a hurry, and apparently, quite ahead of her on the way to orgasm.
Jesus, he felt amazing, and knowing she made him feel good enough to lose control drove
her higher toward a peak even without his fingers on her clit. Still, it was odd that he had stopped pleasuring her in order to selfishly seek his own.
She frowned down at Caleb for a moment until the truth dawned on her. Stephen had asserted dominance by demanding to fuck her first, but the punishment would not be total. He would allow Caleb to offer Rose her first orgasm as a claimed woman. She wouldn’t be a virgin, but Caleb would still give her something she’d never experienced before.
And in that moment, in the thick grasp of raw, hot lust, she felt a surge of tender, loving emotion for her mates.
Mates? She gasped as the word echoed in her thoughts. She’d just mentally referred to the men in the same terms they used for her—and each other. Mates. Something was happening, there was no doubt of that. The deeper and harder he thrust his body inside hers, the more fully she felt a part of him. A part that wouldn’t be easily yanked away when it came time to leave Shay Falls.
“Oh, God,” she whispered shakily.
Stephen’s moans grew louder, and his actions more desperate.
“Rose,” Caleb said softly, and her eyes opened to find his burning with erotic need. “Look at me, darlin’. Look at me while he comes inside you.”
Their gazes locked, and her pleasure climbed a lot closer to the peak.
“I’m coming,” Stephen said, stiffening against her. “Oh, Jesus, Rose. I’m coming.”
She felt his cock pulse and swell, and Caleb gave her a tight, knowing smile while Stephen emptied himself inside her. Hot fluid gushed from her slit, and her eye contact with Caleb deepened, intensified. The intimacy between them was palpable, even though he wasn’t allowed to touch her. Stephen’s orgasm shook her deeply, too, and with his release came a wave of potent gratification. Her body had completed his to such great satisfaction, a thought that stirred her hunger until she was ready to attack Caleb with or without Stephen’s permission.
The notion barely had time to circulate in her thoughts before Stephen pulled out of her and pushed her legs off Caleb’s thighs so she was straddling his hips instead. Her sensitive, wet clit brushed the erection that pulsed stiffly between Caleb’s legs, and she let out a gasp.
“I find her most definitely compatible,” Stephen said to Caleb in between hoarse, ragged breaths, and he lifted her bottom and reached between her legs to grasp Caleb’s hard cock. “And you were quite obedient.”
Stephen guided Caleb against her cunt, and he pushed her hips down a little until the head of his cock shoved inside. She cried out, and Stephen moved his hand so she could fit Caleb in completely. She sat straight down on that throbbing shaft, and their still-clasped hands gripped each other’s hard enough to hurt when she took him all the way into her body.
“Oh, Rose,” Caleb said in a tone of disbelief. “Oh, God.”
The words required no explanation.
Her cunt clenched tightly around his dick, and she sat there, studying the way his glowing eyes and serious expression fluctuated in time to the throbbing and jerking between their legs. She expected Stephen to back away now and leave them to their time together, but that was far from what he did. He gripped her hips again, much the way he had while taking her from behind, and he moved her so that he was making her fuck Caleb’s cock. Up and down he slid her on that pulsing erection, her clit rubbing along his groin and belly with each motion. She got the idea quickly and took over, using her thigh muscles to drive herself down on Caleb, forcing him deeper inside. As long as his dick was, there was a sort of bottoming-out feel when she rode him this way, but she didn’t care. She wanted more and more of him inside her, wanted to take his entire being into hers and hold him there forever. Her clit had more primal and immediate needs, though, and she made a deliberate point of dragging her throbbing bud along his firm body as she rose up, and pushing it firmly to the base of his pelvis when she sat back down.
Stephen was still behind her, and he sharpened her pleasure by kissing his way up her spine until he was nuzzling her neck. Goose flesh broke out everywhere, and her whimpers of desire turned to lusty, shameless moans. His hands circled around to grab her breasts, pulling on her nipples while she rode the rugged, sexy cowboy beneath her. Nothing in her life had ever been this good, and something in the back of her mind panicked, whispering for her to stop before she crossed a line she would never be able to venture back over.
But it was already too late.
Stephen pressed his body close, where she could feel his cock hard and ready against her ass. Part of her was so firmly entrenched in the experience of joining with Caleb that she could barely register anything else. The other part desperately wanted her to turn around and make love to Stephen face-to-face.
How wrong was it for her to feel this way about two men simultaneously? Neither of them seemed troubled by it, but it just didn’t seem reasonable. How could passion flow so readily for both when it had never even trickled for anyone else? Yet there was no denying it. If it were anatomically possible for her to fuck them at the same time, she’d sure as hell do it.
Then she felt the tip of Stephen’s cock against her tight asshole. Despite what she’d just been thinking, she froze in panic.
“Don’t,” she whispered over her shoulder. “It wouldn’t be right.”
“Everything we do together is right,” he murmured, though he stopped pushing himself against her. “Are you afraid of the pain?”
She nodded.
“Did it hurt when I took your virginity?”
“No.” And the realization surprised her. She hadn’t given much thought to the fact that it should.
“A werewolf’s mate won’t feel that pain with their partners,” Caleb said, his eyes filled with reassurance. “It’ll be okay, Rose. But it’s your choice.”
Stephen ran a hand over her ass cheek. “Let me be part of your pleasure while you’re claimed.”
She nodded, wondering whether she’d just agreed to something that would ruin the intense pleasure she was feeling. Still, it was hard to deny the hypnotic lull in their deep voices. She wanted to believe they were right.
It was impossible not to tense up when she felt his large cock at her ass again, but he stroked her cheek and whispered for her to relax.
“Let go of my hands,” Caleb said, and she released their sweaty, joined fingers. He pulled her to him, kissing her passionately while sliding a hand between them to tweak her sensitive, swollen nipples. The spike of desire that followed was when Stephen did it.
He slipped in quickly, not gradual and slow like when he’d transformed her from an innocent into a woman. Pain should have been immediate, but he hadn’t lied. She felt nothing but the shock of how completely she was filled, stuffed to overflowing. Filled by two men who craved her desperately—every bit as much as she craved them.
Once Stephen was buried in her ass, everyone stiffened with a collective moan. Each of them seemed lost in the sensation of being fully united. Stephen recovered first, leaning over to bite her earlobe. “This is what it is to be loved by two men,” he said. “This is how it would have been that morning if you hadn’t been recovering from the accident.”
Tingles shot through her body, and she began writhing against two cocks at once. Caleb pushed his hips upward even though he seemed fairly trapped beneath the two other bodies. She swirled her tongue around his, reveling in the way the pangs of desire his mouth created flooded down to her sex.
“I’m not gonna last,” Caleb said. “Do it now, Stephen. I want to come after she’s ours.”
“And when do you want to come?” Stephen asked her, thrusting himself deeper. “Before I claim you, or after?”
Her cunt spasmed in warning. “I’m ready now.”
“Are you ready to accept us?” he went on, moving himself languidly, maddeningly against her. “Ready to know how much better this can feel?”
“It can’t feel any better.”
“Then tell me to claim you and let me prove you wrong.”
She couldn’t
pretend not to know he was asking for more than a mere sexual challenge, and the warning whispers returned in the back of her mind. His rhythmic thrusts and the jerking spams in Caleb’s cock, however, drowned out everything outside of her imminent orgasm and the overpowering wish to fully and uncompromisingly belong to someone for just one exquisite moment.
“I want this,” she said. “Show me what it feels like to be yours.”
Rose had often wondered what normal women experienced when they were taken over by a man’s longing. As soon as Stephen growled, however, she realized she would never know. She wasn’t being claimed by normal men.
“Take my mark, Rose,” Stephen said, and his voice sounded thick and quite unlike himself. “Accept it as the symbol and catalyst of our bond.”
She lifted up enough to see the dots on Caleb’s shoulder, and she felt a flutter of panic as she remembered the way he’d gotten them.
“Don’t be afraid,” Caleb whispered. “Just give in.”
Her head swam as much as her thoughts did. Why not surrender to the need humming through every cell in her body? She would enjoy this heady power of sexual fulfillment, until life inevitably drove a wedge into the anomaly of passion.
“Okay. I do,” she said, cringing a little at the choice of words.
Then Stephen’s fangs sank in.
All of them cried out together, though Stephen’s growl was muffled against her shoulder. The sharp piercing of his teeth into her flesh penetrated her with a pleasure that was wholly as erotic as when he’d penetrated her body with his cock. She hadn’t, however, been prepared for the explosion of awareness that would follow. Their pleasure was her pleasure, their longing, her longing. The melding of sensual, emotional connection took them all over the edge, and the three of them shook hard while orgasm carried them away to separate, yet closely linked universes. She felt them merge into one entity for a heart-stopping moment, and she sobered up immediately.
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