by Mia Wolf
I didn’t really know what a frat boy was, though I assumed it was the party guy persona I’d seen during the trip.
“The guys you know here, that’s who we really are,” Max said. In the little bit of light there was, I could make out those piercing blue eyes, intense and fixated on mine.
I looked at Jordan, whose soft brown eyes were equally intent on me. Me. Not me in a slinky dress. Not me naked (though I was naked under Jordan’s shirt), but me. I closed my eyes, trying to understand what was happening.
Mate. It couldn’t be. They thought I was their mate.
“Could you entertain the possibility?” Jordan asked. “Set aside what you think of us, and give yourself a moment. Listen to what you’re feeling. I think that deep down, you might feel it too.”
Tears involuntarily slid down my face. I couldn’t even begin to talk about the emotion behind them. I felt the intensity of confusion, a cacophony of hurt, of sadness, bound together by joy. I tried to unravel the emotions, feeling the lingering cycle of hurt that had been rolling around within me since the trip, the sadness that I might have just been wrong, and the joy that sang within me. It was true. I did want to be their mate. More than that, I could entertain the idea. I could almost admit that I had believed it at one point in my life.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I could do that.”
Jordan’s hand was on my cheek, pushing my hair away from my face. My eyes met his briefly enough for him to lean to me. He paused just before he got to me, perhaps questioning if I was going to let him—and then he kissed me. Relief spread over me like a hot shower at the touch of his lips to mine.
Max’s hand was making its way up my arm. He kissed my cheek, and I turned my head to feel his kiss on my mouth, prickly with stubble. Comfort turned to heat. I felt it too, the want. The need. Now was the time to be honest with myself, just as I had been honest with myself in that hotel room with them. I needed them. I felt it when I was near them, when they spoke to me, the connection I so desperately wanted to deny.
I was very aware that I had on nothing under the over-sized shirt, and that it and the blanket were all that was between these two men and me. Jordan’s hand ran down my back as he kissed my shoulder. I wanted his hand on my skin. I wanted to feel the sensation of his energy as it moved over my body.
Max’s mouth moved to my neck, planting delicate kisses that brushed gently over my skin. I could feel my skin turn to gooseflesh, my nipples perking to rub against the fabric of Jordan’s shirt.
Heat rushed over me as I remembered the feeling of them filling me, the contours of each manhood as I ran my tongue over it. Max was shifting his weight, encouraging me to lie down sideways as Jordan gently coerced my legs from under the covers and around to the side of the bed.
Max’s lips found mine, and the tip of his tongue flicked at my mouth, urging me to let it inside to meet my own tongue. As they touched, Jordan was kissing down my side, slowly lifting the shirt so that he could run his mouth along my Bear skin. As his lips skimmed my body, trailing down to my leg, Max’s hand slithered upward, under my shirt, finding my breast and cupping it in his strong hand.
Jordan’s hand followed the shape of my bum, down, along my thigh to under my knee, where he pushed my leg up, exposing me completely to him. Knowing I was wide open to him, having Max pinching and tugging at my erect nipple was enough to make me quiver with anticipation. I wanted it, whatever it was that was coming. I was ready, and I wanted it.
Air expelled from the deepest part of my lungs, carrying a trace of my voice on it as Jordan’s tongue brushed along my vaginal opening. I had no patience, only lust. I wanted that tongue of his to plunge deep into me, to taste my need.
I reached for Max’s belt. I needed at least one of them inside of me, whatever that meant. I fiddled with the buckle, trying to release the treat that was beckoning my mouth.
“Nope,” Max breathed. His hand left my nipple and went for my wrist. “This is about you.”
Jordan was licking along the inside of my labia now, slowly tracing each of my folds, teasing me while holding my leg in the air, his other arm over my left leg, pinning it to the bed with his weight.
“One of you,” I moaned. “I need one of you inside of me. Please.”
“Not yet,” he said.
Jordan’s tongue circled my clit, and I shuddered with want as his hand slid down my leg. He lifted his head a moment to put his middle finger in his mouth before sliding it into my pussy, his lips gently squeezing my clit.
“Oh god,” I said, my hips moving impulsively. Max slid his thumb into my mouth, and I closed my lips over it, running my tongue over the roughness of his skin, knowing that this was but a small part of the vastness these two wielded.
My orgasm was rumbling somewhere in me; I was approaching my climax, when Jordan removed his finger, lifting his mouth just out of reach of my longing bud.
“No,” I pleaded. “Don’t stop.”
“You’re sure that’s what you want?” Max said, his voice so low it was like a hum over my face.
I nodded. He kissed down my neck and to my tit, exposed from under the over-sized shirt, gently biting it. Jordan repositioned his lips over my clitoris, running the flat part of his tongue gently over the top. My orgasm had subsided slightly, but as Jordan pushed a second finger into my pussy, spreading my opening apart, it came flooding back in an explosion of pleasure.
A roar rumbled in me as I panted to recover, to ride the wave of ecstasy washing over me.
Jordan’s movement never faltered, his fingers picking up their own rhythm, his lips tickling and teasing at my lips as Max removed his shirt and went for his buckle.
Seeing Max’s formed body completely next to me, edged me closer to another orgasm. I was literally salivating at the sight of the contours of his muscles, his almost completely smooth chest and belly save for the line moving down his abdomen to his shallow belly crowning the trimmed happy trail that hinted at the deliciousness in his trousers.
But then, the belt was unclasped, the button released, and the zipper down as Max pushed his jeans and underwear down his firm thighs, over his calves, and onto the floor. He kneeled on the bed in front of me, as Jordan used his free hand to direct my hips over, rolling me on my stomach with his fingers still in me.
“Fuck,” I hissed, finding my face next to Max’s enormous phallus. I thought of nothing else as I wrapped my lips around its head, feeling the hot rod fill my mouth, enjoying the feeling of my tongue against his shaft. Jordan began rocking my hips toward him, pushing his fingers further inside me, moving my whole body. I stiffened my neck to allow my head to move up and down over Max’s erection. The sensation was exhilarating as the warmth of another climax began to envelop me.
I was moaning, no longer stiffening my neck but moving my head rhythmically, sucking and pulsing my tongue against Max as I came again, the experience enhanced as Max moaned along with me.
I licked his head before looking up at him. I raised my hand and pushed him back so he was lying on the bed. After slipping Jordan’s shirt up and over my head, allowing myself to be completely naked while kneeling over Max, I reached back to Jordan’s hand and held it, signaling him that there was no more time for foreplay, I was hungry.
Jordan’s fingers slid out of me, and he stepped back, allowing me to climb on top of Max. Max bit his lower lip as he watched me position myself above him. His eyes moved to Jordan before he gestured with his head to something. I turned to see Jordan rummaging through his bedside drawer and producing a condom. He opened the package before tossing it to Max, who skillfully caught it, despite being on his back.
With one hand, he reached down and rubbed my clit with his thumb as he used the other to roll the rubber down. I stopped him from touching me and brought his fingers to my mouth, kissing them, then licking them, and then pushing them inside as I lowered myself onto his cock.
As he filled me, my cry filled the room. He pushed deeper inside me than I thought was poss
ible. I moved my hips slightly and already felt the tingle of an approaching climax. I moved them slightly more, and the tingle intensified. I moved my body like a wave over him, slowly taking in his length, feeling my pussy feel every detail of him.
He wrapped his hands around my thighs and sat up, pulling himself closer to the edge of the bed with his calves.
I felt warmth behind me, bare skin against my back, and the throbbing bulge of a released penis. Knowing Jordan was there, hard and waiting for me, was exhilarating. Max began moving me up and down his cock, one of Jordan’s big hands reaching under my arm and holding onto my breast, pinching at my tit. He brought a finger to my face, running it over my lips. I took it in my mouth, tasting myself on it, flicking my tongue along it, imagining it was Jordan’s cock while Max fucked me.
Max’s intensity was increasing. He was going to finish soon.
“You’re making me cum, Max,” I said, locking my eyes with those beautiful blue ones as he pumped me up and down him harder, pushing my cry out of me until we came together.
I turned to face the cock behind me that had been hot on my back while I fucked Max. Jordan was quick, pulling me off Max and lifting me as if I weighed nothing. With easy steps, my legs wrapped around his waist, he pushed me against his bedroom wall and allowed himself to slip into my dripping cave. The gravity and my weight made for an intense entry, rough and pleasurable. Animalistic.
He used the wall to drive himself into me, his eyes never leaving mine. My breasts rippled against his hairy chest as he bore into me, his pelvis rubbing against my clitoris.
“Fuck, Jordan,” I cried as my pussy began pulsing once more, accompanying his final thrusts, his snarl. I bit his chest as we both finished.
Panting, he carried me back to the bed and laid me down before turning to deal with his condom. The heat from my own body infiltrated my senses. I realized that I was wet with perspiration as I tried to catch my breath on the bed.
“So that’s what it’s like sober,” I said between breaths.
Max chuckled, snaking an arm around my middle. “Something like that.”
Jordan lay down on the other side of me, propping himself on an elbow and kissing my forehead. “I’m just saying, we can do that whenever you want.”
I laughed. “I’ll be lucky if I can walk before next week after that. My legs feel like jelly.”
“We probably shouldn’t have done that,” Max said, a sheepish smile on his face. “You’re still recovering.”
“I’m fine,” I said, feeling a wave of exhaustion come over me. I closed my eyes, feeling Jordan’s fingertips gently brush up and down my stomach, unaware until morning that I had even fallen asleep.
***
I woke up lying on my back, with two arms stretched across me on either side. It took me a moment to remember that they were Max and Jordan’s. For a split second, the cyclical thoughts came rushing back to me, and I felt panic before I remembered …
“Mate,” I whispered as quietly as I could. That was the hurdle that had been taken.
I inhaled, feeling my chest expand with love and happiness at the two beside me. Yes, we were mates. I knew no truer or purer thought at that moment.
Jordan stirred, nuzzling his face into my neck, which in turn woke Max.
I giggled. I didn’t know what else to do. Who did I wish a good morning first?
“Mmmmm,” Max hummed against my cheek. “I think there’s some leftover food from Andrea.”
“That’s the first thing on your mind?” I laughed.
“You haven’t eaten,” he reminded me. “You had quite the ordeal the other day.”
“And last night,” Jordan said, kissing my shoulder. “He’s right. You need to eat.”
“Stay right there,” Max instructed.
They both left me in the bedroom, the sun streaming in through the window. Outside, I could hear the river and the usual morning noises of the pack waking up. Everything was just as it should be. Completely different, and yet completely the same.
I stretched across the bed. Twinges of ache from the attack protested the stretch, but I was so overrun by happiness that they didn’t even matter. How did this happen at all? How did I end up in this bed, with the two sexiest men between my legs last night … again?
I giggled again. I couldn’t help it. I felt ridiculous, but I didn’t care. It was the schoolgirl crush coming to fruition, coming into full bloom, and this schoolgirl had gotten her men.
They returned with a tray of goodies—two quiches, sandwiches, and smoked trout all crowded the tray along with three plates and some cutlery. Max carried the tray and put it gently down on the bed, while Jordan carried three steaming mugs of coffee.
“What a spread,” I mocked.
“We would have cooked,” Jordan said. “But all this food was brought to you last night. We can’t let it go to waste. Imagine the earful from Andrea!”
Max spread out the plates, dished up a little of everything for me, and passed me a fork. “I think there’s salmon in the quiche.”
“There certainly is,” I said, my Bear sense tingling in delight at the fishy smells. “I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I saw all of this.”
I retrieved Jordan’s shirt that had been flung on the floor the night before, remembering a flash of the exhilaration of my complete exposure to them, completely sober, for the first time. My nipples hardened at the memory as I pulled the shirt over my head. I made room for the two of them on the bed as the mini picnic was spread out.
“Is this going to be what it’s like from now on?” I asked. I didn’t mean to ask the question. The words fell out of my mouth.
“If it’s okay with you,” Max said. “We had thought that you should move in with us but—”
“—the cold storage,” I finished for him.
“Right. You could leave it to someone else like Andrea, but we figured you probably wouldn’t want to do that. And we don’t want to ask you to do something you don’t want to do.”
“So, you guys want to move in with me?” I asked blinking. I hadn’t considered that. Sleepovers, sure. I knew that part. But I hadn’t thought about who might live where.
“If you’ll have us,” Jordan said.
I thought for a moment, the logical side of me taking over, knowing that there would always be someone around to make sure the geothermal system was working properly and someone was around for the families needing to get to their food storage.
Emotion then pushed logic out of the way, and I thought about the bodies filling my house, with Max and Jordan with me in the kitchen, snuggled up on the couch in front of the fire with me in the winter, and waking up every morning between the two of them in my own bed.
“Yes,” I said, my words again acting before my brain caught up. “Yes, of course, I will.”
As the realization of what was happening settled in me, I giggled. Again. The joy was rushing through me as I realized my life had changed. The anger I had been feeling was gone, and only warmth replaced it. This was the feeling that one was supposed to experience with their mates. This joy that I was feeling at that moment.
Chapter 14 – Max
It felt fast, but not fast enough. Both Jordan and I stood at the front of the altar, with Lewis and Alex between us and looking toward the gathered pack.
The weeks leading up to the mating ceremony had been wild. Part of me had already made the mental domestic shift, while the other part of me was lamenting giving up my bachelor pad. There was no real reason for it other than it was mine.
But once we spent our first night together in Emily’s cabin, I knew I was home. Her place was set apart from everyone else’s. It overlooked the reservoir, and she even had a dock that extended out so we could fish, which she enjoyed doing a lot.
Jordan and I had always known that at some point, we would be sharing a mate. But there was something that deepened in our friendship once we actually knew and had the experience of being committed to her. We once w
ere just good friends, but now we were a family, in the deepest sense of the word.
I had never known that our bond could get any closer, but thanks to Emily, we now had something greater than I ever thought possible between two friends.
The music began playing, and I tapped my toes inside my shoes like an excited puppy. My eyes watched the trees where cloth had been hung to hide the approaching bride.
The first one to emerge was Sandra. As the Alphas’ mate, it was part of her duty to lead the women into their union with their partners. She took her place next to Jordan before Andrea began her way down the aisle. I nearly started laughing when I saw that the dress she’d chosen to wear was the dress Emily had worn our first night together. I made a mental note that I might try and convince her to give that dress to Emily.
Andrea stood next to me, across from Sandra.
As the music changed, I held my breath. The next woman to walk down to us would be Emily. Emily, who I had spent countless nights drinking beer and hunting with. Emily, who was just one of the guys, but now the object of my world. Emily, who turned the corner around the strips of cloth in the trees, dressed in a pale green gown with light pink and purple flowers around her loose, long brown hair.
She looked stunning. I had never seen her more beautiful. There was no one I wanted to share my life with more than Emily and Jordan.
Her face lit up, flushing in that wonderful rosy color that accompanied her dancing eyes. Those eyes—I could fall into those eyes. They started to sparkle when she remembered to stop looking at her feet and saw us.
Emily stopped between Sandra and Andrea in front of Jordan, the Alphas, and me.
“You are our guiding star,” Jordan said.
“The moon who we follow,” I said.
“You are the world around which I orbit,” Emily replied.