“I'm sorry,” she began. She'd already talked about this with Garryck, but she needed to know if Ryder could forgive her too. Did he feel the same way as his partner?
Her heart was thundering in her chest. He stiffened against her, but his eyes never left hers.
“I wasn't strong enough to say yes all those years ago. I've regretted that decision every day of my life. How could you trust me again?”
She looked at him, then at Garryck, who stepped behind her. Now his hands were on her too. His lips brushed her ear. “Hey, beautiful, I told you earlier… We are yours. Then, now, always.”
“And I'm yours,” she whispered. “If you want me.”
“Will you be our mate?” Ryder stared into her eyes.
Her heart thundered in her chest. If she agreed to this, her life would change completely. She'd live here with them. She'd never go back to the store or her childhood home, if there was anything left of it. But most importantly, she would be with these two amazing men for the rest of her life. She nodded. “Yes.”
Ryder's eyes were glowing blue now. That was his dragon. He cradled her face in his hands. “I love you, Holly.”
Then he dragged his lips over hers in a slow and tender kiss. She opened to him and his tongue dipped inside. She moaned and wrapped her arms around him. When he drew away, Garryck tugged her back against his powerful body.
“I love you too,” Garryck said. Then he nipped her ear and pulled her earlobe into the wet heat of his mouth. He sucked softly and she trembled. “We promise to honor and protect you.”
“And we also promise to do everything we can to make you happy…” Ryder shot her a devilish grin and her body throbbed to life. “Including giving you the most amazing orgasms. Soon you'll know how our hands feel on your body… What it's like when we are deep inside you.” He pressed a kiss to her ear. “You're going to love it.”
A soft hum rolled over her throat. Before she could make her own declaration, Ryder lifted her shirt and she forgot what she was going to say. She raised her arms so he could pull it off and cast it aside. Garryck's hands slipped over her bared skin. She tilted her head back to his shoulder and his mouth danced over her neck. Only his T-shirt separated their flesh.
There was something wildly erotic about holding gazes with one man while another man kissed and caressed her. Ryder's eyes flashed as he cast his attention to her breasts. He smiled in wolfish appreciation. She didn't usually go without a bra, but she was happy she had tonight. She didn't want any obstacles between them… physical or otherwise.
His fingers waltzed from her collarbone to her breast. He followed the same path Garryck had earlier. He circled her areolas until they were tight, then he stroked his thumbs over her nipples.
At her sharp inhale, Garryck's grip tightened on her. He tilted his hips against her. He was hard. Ready. Heat pooled between her legs.
Ryder's hot breath caressed her when he bent to lick her nipple roughly. Her knees shook like they would give way any minute. She threaded her fingers through his hair with one hand and grasped the bannister with her other. Then he sealed his lips over her flesh. She arched against him.
Garryck's teeth closed over the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder as he worked at the button and zipper of her jeans. Sexual hunger zinged over her. He nudged her pants and panties down over her hips. As soon as the globes of her ass were exposed, he explored her flesh. His long, strong fingers kneaded her. She pressed against him, wishing he would slip down lower… between her thighs.
She wiggled. Her clothing slid down and bunched at her knees. She tried to kick them off, but she was tangled. Garryck hugged her tight against his body and lifted her as Ryder leaned down and ripped her clothes away. Then he stripped off her socks one by one.
Now she was naked and they were still fully clothed.
She tugged at their clothing.
“What do you want, precious Holly?”
“Why are you both standing there with your clothes on?”
Garryck grunted. “I want to take you right now… on the stairs. We aren't going to make it to the bedroom. The living room is closer.”
He swept her into his arms and carried her to a room on the main floor. She didn't care where he took her, provided they didn't stop what was started on the stairs. When he set her down between them, her toes sank into a luxurious plush carpet. Ryder pulled off his clothing. She licked her lips. A pattern of scales shimmered across his chest. It grew darker and more distinct the longer she gazed at him. He was gorgeous. She wanted to touch him. Feel him. Explore him. His earlier injuries had healed and the magnificent cock jutting out from his body said he was ready to mate her. He extended his hand to her. As soon as she put her hand in his, he pulled her close and kissed her roughly. Yes. This was what she wanted. More. When he broke away, she surged forward to reclaim his mouth but he evaded her.
“He hasn't seen how beautiful you are yet,” Ryder said. Then he spun her in his arms to face his partner.
Garryck's gaze blazed fully silver as it slipped over her body like a slow caress. “Gorgeous.”
As he stalked toward her, he shed his clothing. When he arrived in front of her, he was naked. He was equally handsome. A similar dragon pattern crisscrossed his skin. His chiseled muscles rippled as he reached for her. When he embraced her, his erection hit her stomach.
“Are you sure?” he asked gruffly.
Sure about what? Mating them? Having sex with them? It didn't matter either way, because the answer was the same.
“Yes,” she whispered.
His mouth crushed hers. His fingers dug into her as he hauled her tight to his body. His kiss claimed her, fanning the pulsing heat in her body. He groaned and intensified the hungry way he moved against her. His tongue thrust inside her with an erotic rhythm.
She throbbed.
Ryder, who was now seated on the couch behind her, touched her. His fingers skated over her from her ankles to her ass. She quivered. He was so close to where she ached. His hands trailed along the soft flesh of her inner thigh. She opened her legs wider.
His touch lingered for a moment, then he advanced to her creamy and swollen folds. She groaned and pushed against him.
“You are so wet, Holly,” he said. “You want a little of this, don't you?”
He inserted his long, thick fingers and she moaned. Garryck pulled back to look at her.
“That's it, baby,” he urged her. “Tell us how much you want us.”
Her fingers brushed across the pattern on his chest. Despite the dragon-like markings, he felt human under her touch. This made him even more amazing… and he was hers. They both were. And she definitely wanted them.
Ryder pushed her feet wider apart, opening her body to his touch. Then he reached up with his other hand and massaged her clit. She whimpered.
“Bend over. Let me taste you,” Ryder said.
Yes.
She held Garryck's hips to steady herself as she obeyed his partner. It was decidedly wanton how her breasts dangled down. His cock bobbed in front of her. His hot musky scent wrapped around her. She needed to taste him and make him groan. Make him lose control.
“You don't have to do this…” Garryck said.
His words trailed off when she encircled him with her mouth. She moaned as the solid flesh rubbed against her tongue. Without warning, Ryder tapped her clit with his masterful fingers as he plunged his muscular tongue into her. She closed her eyes and savored the feeling of both men filling her. She wanted this to last forever. Garryck brushed her hair to the side. She peered up at him. He was panting, seemingly mesmerized by the way she worshiped his rigid flesh. She rocked against him. She'd never been so turned on in her life. Every muscle in her body quivered.
Her release hit her out of nowhere in a blinding explosion. She pulled away from Garryck to gulp for air. Every muscle in her body seemed to be shaking. Before she collapsed to the floor, Ryder caught her by the hips and pulled her back to the couch. Her l
egs were splayed open, straddling his, as she landed in his lap.
“I've got you,” he said in her ear. His erection rubbed against her lower back. “I'm going to mate you first. Then Garryck. Okay?”
Finally.
His fingers bit into her hips as he lifted her rounded body with ease. Then he slid under her until his erection was nestled between her legs. She shuddered when his thick, rigid cock nudged her. Garryck approached and fell to his knees in front of her.
“Put him where you want him,” he said.
She'd never done that before. The one guy she'd been with—her only fleeting relationship from college—had taken care of that. All on his own. She bit her bottom lip and reached down between her legs. Her fingers encircled Ryder’s rock-hard flesh. He groaned and his grip on her tightened. She froze.
“Don't worry. He likes it,” Garryck encouraged.
Ryder felt so good in her hand. Her eyes drifted closed. She wrapped her hand over his firm cock as she moved the tip against her sex. Then she found the spot and his crown slipped inside. Her eyes fluttered open.
Garryck's nostrils flared and he nodded. Ryder thrust up. Stretching her. Filling her with one stroke. She cried out in pleasure and fell forward. Garryck caught her, and she braced her hands on his shoulders. Ryder didn't move for a minute, allowing her body to adjust to his girth and length. She throbbed around him.
Garryck mashed his lips to hers. As he kissed her, he guided her back until she was wedged tightly between their two muscular chests. Ryder wrapped his arms around her waist as he began rocking into her, while his partner stroked her mouth with his tongue and massaged her breasts.
New sexual hunger wove over her. When Garryck pinched her nipples, she unashamedly arched between them in luxurious pleasure. They could do anything to her. She wanted it all. Primitive sounds erupted from her throat. As he teased her tight peaks in circles with his palms, Ryder's hands drifted lower. When his fingers hit her clit, she writhed against him. Her inner muscles tightened, and he moaned and bucked into her faster.
She'd never known such bliss.
Ryder licked her before settling his lips against her shoulder. She heard him inhale, then a blaze of blue dragon fire flowed over her. Unlike the blast he'd shot through the skies, this fire was sensual as it twisted over her skin, warming her, teasing her. He stroked her faster between her legs. His hips drove against her with an insistent, primitive rhythm. Everything faded away until all that remained were waves of uncontrollable blissful spasms cascading through her. Slick with sweat, their bodies slid against one another as she thrashed between them. Then he shouted and his body stiffened against her.
When she drifted back to reality, Garryck's kisses softened. Then he moved his lips over her face, worshiping it. He whispered her name reverently.
“Your turn,” she said between panting breaths. She smiled weakly at him and touched his cheek.
Ryder brushed his lips over her shoulder one last time, then pulled his length from her body.
“Roll over,” Garryck said.
They helped her turn around. She straddled Ryder, putting her knees on either side of his legs. His gaze glided down her body. Masculine pride etched his face. She glanced down. Her skin was mottled with a blue pattern similar to the ones on their chests. He traced the organic lines with his finger. He'd marked her as his mate and soon Garryck would too. They were claiming her as their one and only. She'd never felt more loved and cherished.
“Beautiful.” Then he brushed his lips over her swollen ones. The kiss was light and tender, but her heart still clamored as she waited for Garryck's touch.
His erection bumped against her soft, wet folds and his hands settled on her hips. She inhaled sharply, then he thrust into her, burying his cock in her quivering flesh. She dug her fingernails into Ryder's shoulders and gasped for air against his mouth.
She rocked over Ryder with each deep thrust Garryck made into her. Her breasts jiggled against him. The soft slick, wet sound of their bodies sliding against one another tangled with her panting moans.
“I want to see you come,” Ryder urged her. “Show me.”
Garryck pumped against her faster. His balls slapped against her. Then the heat from his chest soaked into her back as he curled over her. His tongue played across her skin. She knew what was coming next. Ryder had done the same with her other shoulder.
He inhaled, then white dragon fire danced over her. The glowing flames lapped at her skin and electric explosions rippled through her. She screamed as another orgasm scorched through her. Her body rippled against Garryck's length, pulling at it.
He held her hips in a vise-like grip as he rocked against her harder. Faster. He pumped into her over and over until, on a garbled groan, he found his release deep inside her. He jerked into her until he was spent. He kissed her neck when his body quietened, then he pulled out of her and collapsed beside Ryder. Holly dropped to the couch in the small space between them. She closed her eyes to savor the lingering spasms rolling over her body.
Ryder brushed the sweaty bangs from her forehead. “Are you okay?”
He wanted her to form words. Was he crazy? She could maybe manage one word. “Fabulous.”
“Good.” There was a smile in his voice.
Garryck tugged her close. “Fabulous, hey?”
“More than fabulous.” She smiled and snuggled into his arms. “I can't believe it took me so many years to get here. I've never been able to imagine my life without you.”
Ryder touched his lips to her cheek. “You are here now. That's what is important. We never have to be apart again.”
“There are still a few hours left on the longest night of the year… we should take advantage of them,” Garryck suggested in a seductive tone. “I want you to feel fabulous over and over again.”
Ryder grinned. “Why stop there? We could go straight through to Christmas… New Year's Eve… Valentine's Day—”
“It is almost Christmas, isn't it?” Holly smiled. “I couldn't have imagined a better Christmas present than being here with you two. I love you both so much.”
“Merry Christmas, Holly,” the men said in unison.
Ryder winked at her. “I can think of a few more gifts we can give you…”
“We need to get up to the bedroom soon, or we won't make it there again,” Garryck said.
She laughed. Their love was all she had have ever wanted for Christmas and forever, and she couldn't wait to give them a few gifts of her own.
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A Holiday BBW Shapeshifter Werewolf Romance
Catherine Vale
Snow flakes, hot chocolate, a silver coated wolf…and a baby.
Jade Garcia’s life as one of L.A.’s top ad exec’s is hectic and demanding, and escaping to the snow topped mountains of her grandparent’s sky resort was long overdue. Needing to simplify her life, if only for a few days, Jade’s nights heat up out of control when she meets the silver-eyed Dawson McKinnon.
As the enforcer for an overzealous Alpha, Dawson decides to take a break despite the demands of a leader desperate to retain control of his dwindling pack. But, as Dawson stares into Jade’s vibrant green eyes, appreciating the thick, luscious curves of her body as well as her soft, plump lips, he knows exactly how he wants to exert himself.
With easy fun and hot, sexy nights entwi
ning Dawson’s sleek, muscled body with Jade’s sensuous, inviting warmth, the two loners, in control of their separate worlds, are pulled together by one shared spark—the baby given life by them both.
Sometimes you have to let go to hold on.
Sometimes love is a risk worth taking.
ONE
The morning sun broke through the horizon just as Jade’s Camry crested a hill, spreading pale pink and gold light over the mountains. The snow-colored hills, which had been an enigmatic blue-white, blushed prettily as the light touched them, taking on the warm glow of the breathtaking sunrise.
Jade, for her part, stopped her car at the top of the hill to take another sip out of her Styrofoam coffee mug as she watched the light continue to spread over the treetops and the blankets of snow. It was gorgeous, she admitted, far more tranquil and picturesque than Los Angeles could ever hope to be, and it was times like this that she regretted giving up the sights and sounds of nature in favor of the hustle and bustle of Hollywood. But as she shifted the car into gear and coasted down the hill, she abruptly remembered why she’d been willing to give it all up when her car skidded on a patch of ice.
Fear shot through her like a bullet, and she instinctively started to slam the brakes before remembering what her grandpa, Abuelito Garcia, had told her. Fighting against the panic, she focused her eyes ahead as she eased her foot off the accelerator and waited until the car gained traction before gently accelerating again.
“Phew.” She resisted the urge to swipe the back of her hand across her brow and kept both hands firmly on the steering wheel instead. Los Angeles roads rarely had ice patches—hell, snow was practically unheard of. Sunny weather and clear skies were the norm with temperatures rarely going below freezing even in the winter, and that was just how she liked it.
Usually.
As Jade rounded a corner, the sign for Encantamiento Resort, her grandpa’s ski lodge, came into view. The nostalgia that had been creeping up on her all year came back in full force, and she sighed a little. Maybe she liked LA better for day-to-day living but she missed the snowball fights of her childhood winters where she ran around the outside of the lodge with her cousins, building forts and snowmen and chucking snowy missiles at each other. She missed stomping inside afterward, soaked and covered in snow, and receiving a huge mug of hot chocolate from Abuelita, thick with marshmallows and topped with whipped cream, to sip as she thawed out by the fire.
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