The Climax Montana Complete Collection

by Reece Butler

He went inside, leaving his boots in the kitchen. Simon grunted a welcome but didn’t look up from his journal. After cleaning his feet, Lance stripped to his jeans and got into bed with Marci. He’d rather be naked but it would be very difficult to not slide between her swollen, wet, pussy lips. She sighed, settling her back against his bare chest.

  He nuzzled her hair, sending tendrils of calm to sooth and prepare her. She relaxed against him with a smile. He sent out a tendril of bright energy. Something bounced back, a disturbance so small it was less than a whisper. He placed his hands on her shirt over her heart and belly and listened with his mind.

  It was a distant beat of light, so faint it might fade with a breath. He needed to touch her flesh to make a better contact. One hand slipped under her shirt, the other under her skirt. Though delighted to discover she wore neither bra nor panties, he kept his attention on the faint pulse of light. He cupped his hand lower, right above her pubic bone.

  There!

  He sent a message toward the pulse, cherishing it. The warmth of a new life beat stronger. That infinitesimal increase of light clarified what he’d felt. Tears pricked his eyes as a sense of awe flowed through him.

  It was the soul of Simon’s child. A boy from what he could sense. He shuddered, releasing his breath in a whoosh. He would say nothing, letting life take its course. The soul light could fade to nothing and not be born to this woman, at this time. Or it could flourish and bring great joy to its mother and fathers.

  His training in this was limited, but the strength of the pulse suggested he would be changing diapers early in the new year. He let the tears flow as the Raven spirit rejoiced with the hope of new life.

  Raven called Wolf, Simon’s Totem, to join them. Wolf provided for the pack and was responsible for ensuring its continuance. Part of that meant keeping the ways and knowledge, which meant training the young. Wolf and Raven needed a loyal mate to provide future generations.

  Lance used his extra senses, watching as the Raven and Wolf spirits beckoned to Fox. She rose like a beacon, flashed her black eyes and tail at them and was gone. They chased her laughter, weaving a pattern with Raven flying above and Wolf ranging far on land. When she was ready, Fox ducked into her den, inviting them to join her with a swish of her tail. The male spirits came together with her as one. As their spirits meshed, Lance’s cock throbbed, aching for release. He heard Simon’s groan from the kitchen, and knew he was with them in sprit form.

  Marci moaned in her sleep, grinding her bottom against Lance’s cock. She was allowing her spirit Fox to enjoy Wolf’s and Raven’s attentions. He would follow their actions, encouraging her physical body to enjoy what she sensed in her mind.

  She gasped and writhed as Wolf used his long tongue to lick deep inside her pussy. Lance used his fingers to mimic the strokes. Raven’s feathers tantalized her breasts, and in return, Lance stroked her nipples. Wolf mounted her from behind, howling his possession. Lance’s cock throbbed painfully, demanding he do the same. But only when she was awake and aware would he do what he so desperately craved.

  It was exquisite torture, but would make the future joining all the better.

  Grinding his teeth in agony, he used his fingers to find the fleshy spot above Marci’s pubic bone and ground the heel of his palm against her clit. She bucked against him, gasping her release as Fox did the same. She slumped, panting, yet still asleep.

  He reluctantly removed his hand from her pussy and rolled onto his back with her aromatic body sprawling over him. Her wet pussy rested against the bulge in his jeans, a promise of things to come. He licked his fingers, savoring the smell and taste of her as it imprinted on his brain. If she was ever lost or taken, he could track her by her scent.

  The spirit of Wolf left the den first, making sure the way was clear for his pack. Raven went next, flying high to look for danger. When Raven whistled the all clear, Fox smugly trotted out, tail high as she saucily leaped about, knowing she, and the family she would one day produce, were safe.

  The spirits faded from Lance’s awareness but he’d never forget the experience. Everything about it proved the three of them were meant to be together.

  He and Simon could never be complacent with this woman. She would confound and challenge them all their lives. In return they would delight in her playfulness. Just as she’d accepted them, and made them whole.

  She stirred in his arms, and then sighed. Soon she would wake. The next few moments would determine their future.

  Would she remember the dream, and want to fulfill it?

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Marci drifted in a postorgasmic haze. She was enveloped by warm arms that held her snug against a warmer chest. The low thud of a heartbeat anchored her. Lips drifted across her temple.

  “Feeling better?”

  The voice above her had an unusual accent. Faint, but still there. It sounded like the raven in her dream, but how could a bird talk? Yet the wolf had spoken as well, even when its tongue was deep inside her. Her nipples pebbled and pussy flooded in memory. A deep chuckle filtered through the haze. She opened her eyes, twisting her head to find a dark-skinned face with ice-blue eyes. Her pulse jumped.

  Lance.

  He smiled, revealing brilliant white teeth behind full lips.

  “Tell me of your dream.”

  Her ears burned with the blush she hoped was hidden by her skin. “How do you know about that?” she demanded.

  His smile widened. “Will you trust me, as you did with that firestorm?”

  She was lying in bed, cuddled up with a man she’d just met. Simon had told her about Lance knowing things, and he had been with her, holding and helping her, during that horrid experience. She would not have fallen into such a deep sleep beside him unless she trusted him.

  “I was in bed with a wolf and a raven.” She tugged at the fading memory. “I was a fox. Only, I was black and the wolf was red. Do red wolves and black foxes exist?”

  “Yes, but red wolves are endangered and black foxes rare.”

  So her strange dream wasn’t totally ridiculous.

  “Were the three of you sleeping?” he asked.

  A memory flashed through her. The black fox, head back, rode the red wolf’s cock as the raven’s wings caressed her breasts. The fox came in a magnificent orgasm as the wolf exploded deep inside her.

  Echoes of that orgasm still rolled through her. Lance raised his eyebrows as if he knew. Heat flared from her pussy to her forehead. He caught her erect nipple between his knuckles. The intense pleasure added to her recent release to make her moan.

  Lance’s hand slid down her leg and then back up, bringing her skirt along with it. She held her breath, biting her lip. His nostrils flared before she caught her scent rising from between her closed thighs. His fingers trailed over her hip to her bottom. His eyes danced as his fingers explored her naked cheeks.

  She felt his tension increase along with hers. His nostrils flared. The vein on his neck fluttered. She licked her lips, wanting to touch them there.

  “I want you,” he whispered, and nipped her earlobe.

  The sharp jolt made her jump. She grabbed the arm holding her chest, anchoring herself to it. His fingers probed between her legs. She didn’t move. A tilt of his head, a raised eyebrow, and gentle but insistent pressure told her what he wanted. She rolled her upper shoulder closer to him and let her legs fall open. He raised his head and inhaled. His fingers moved over her thigh and slid between her swollen lips. She watched him lift his fingers to his mouth and taste her.

  “Perfect,” he murmured. He put his hand back on her pussy, but didn’t touch anything. She squirmed, wanting more, but he stayed still. She looked up with a frown.

  “You have a choice, Marci Meshevski. It can only be made once.”

  His voice sounded rough and scratchy, like the rasp of a crow.

  “What?” she asked, breathless from arousal and need.

  “You can stand up and walk away from this bed forever.” A finger found her
clit. It slipped over the bud, touching just enough to let her know it was there. “If you stay, that dream of yours will come true.”

  “You don’t know what I dreamed.”

  Wrinkles appeared in the corners of his eyes as he smiled. “I was there with you, my little black fox. I saw you tease and flick that tail of yours, enticing and arousing us. I’m the Raven, and Simon is the Wolf.” He winked. “But I can do more in this form than Raven could as a bird.”

  Her mouth dropped open. “But—”

  “This time when you ride Simon’s cock I’ll fill your ass with mine.”

  Simon chuckled behind her and slid a wet finger slid between her back cheeks. He probed at her anus. She barely held back a gasp at the sensations flooding her. His finger slid in and twisted. She shuddered.

  “Do you want my cock in there, sweet Marci?” asked Lance. “Do you want me filling your ass while you ride my twin?”

  She licked dry lips, then opened them to answer.

  “If you say yes, that means abiding by the agreement our spirits made.”

  Her mind was whirling too fast to think. “What?”

  “Our spirits wish to become a family. You, me, and Simon. Think about it, Marci, for once we join our bodies as we have our spirits, we are together until death.”

  It wasn’t just the sex, which had been fantastic with Simon, that she wanted. From the way her body reacted to Lance, he’d be at least as good in bed. His mantle of power made her pussy tingle just from the thought of submitting to this man’s touch.

  Marci loved the ranch, the mountains, the people, and this home. In her heart, she loved the men as well and couldn’t imagine life without them both.

  She also had a very good idea that Nikki would be settling here permanently. If Marci rejected Simon and Lance, she could not stay in Montana. Now that she and Nikki could finally spend time together, how could she leave?

  But this wasn’t about finding her sister, or getting her fill of hot cowboy sex. It was about creating a life, a family, with these two men. These ranchers were honest. They showed their anger, frustration, playfulness, and love. They were good men, though she expected they were often arrogant and unyielding. The same furious man who’d tried to escape the clinic had shortly after gently stroked Sophie’s baby-soft cheek.

  There was a good chance she might already be pregnant with Simon’s child. Her mother had been very careful with both lovers, yet had fallen pregnant within months.

  She wanted children. But more, she wanted children from these men.

  “I want you,” she said to Lance. She turned her head over her shoulder to Simon. “Both of you. I want to taste your cum and feel your fingers and tongues and cocks in and over every part of me.”

  “Will you be my wife, our partner, and the mother of our children, should we be blessed with any?” asked Simon.

  He looked sincere, eager, and aroused, all at once. When she arrived in Montana, all she had was her sister. She’d made a few friends, and could have two husbands and a forever home.

  “What if I’m found guilty of murder—”

  “Murder?” Lance shook his head. “You’re not capable of killing someone.”

  “Not on purpose, but—”

  “Marci, do you want to marry us?” asked Simon.

  “Yes!”

  “Problem solved.”

  Simon grasped his Western shirtfront and yanked his hands apart. Snaps popped open, revealing his broad chest. A quick shove and his loose sweats were on the floor. His new white cast, not yet decorated with children’s crayons, stood out.

  Lance gently placed a pillow under her head as he backed away. His shirt came over his head. He’d already removed his boots so his jeans quickly followed. Her top and skirt came off even quicker, leaving her naked with two equally naked, highly aroused men.

  “I want to lick your sweet pussy for a couple of hours,” said Lance.

  “That’s for next time,” said Simon. He settled on his back beside her, cock straight up. “We need to join as one first. That means filling our woman, front and back.”

  She looked at the two big men. Their cocks were in proportion to their height. “I’m only five foot two. I’m not sure I can take both of you inside me at once,” she said.

  Lance gently smiled. His knuckles caressed her cheek. “Trust us to move as slowly as you need.”

  In spite of Simon’s eagerness Lance spent a leisurely few minutes exploring her pussy lips with his tongue while his fingers pressed inside her. He was slow and thorough, finding trigger spots she didn’t know she had. She was gasping and panting when he lifted her and helped her kneel above Simon. As she was already swollen and wet, she easily sank down on his cock. It felt different than before. Better. Was it because of the commitment they’d given each other?

  Simon played with her breasts. She clenched her muscles as she rose up his cock, letting him stretch her anew each time she descended.

  “Condoms still in the drawer?” asked Lance. He glanced at the floor. “You must’ve been in a big hurry last time.” He picked a packet off the floor, looked at it, and tossed it aside. He yanked the drawer open and reached in. He looked closely at the new condom, tossed it behind him, and did the same with the next.

  She waited, unmoving, for his reaction.

  “What, they’re too big for you?” boasted Simon. “They fit me fine.”

  Lance looked up, his face blank. “When was the last time you bought condoms?”

  “It was back when Charlene…” Simon’s fingers dug into her hips. “Oh.”

  “Oh, indeed,” replied Lance. Simon shrugged sheepishly. “These expired years ago. If that’s all you’ve been using for birth control, we might be fathers in nine months.”

  “I don’t have a problem with that,” said Simon. He grinned at Marci. “Do you?”

  She turned her attention away from Lance reaching deep into the drawer. “I’ve been wanting a child for long time,” she replied. “The sooner we have one, the better.”

  He reached for her breasts. She bent forward, grinding herself against his pubic bone as he played with her nipples. She’d found the right rhythm and was getting close when a cool dollop of something touched her anus. She hesitated, breathing hard. Simon grasped her arms and drew her down for a kiss.

  Lance rimmed her anus gently for a moment before sinking a finger into her. For the first time ever she had parts of two men rubbing against the thin membrane separating the two most sensitive channels of her body. The fullness of Simon’s still cock anchored her as Lance’s finger played. It dragged against her ring, making her shiver with need. He twisted his finger, operating it like a drill, sliding it in, and then out. Stroking the sensitive tissue made her groan.

  Simon held her close as Lance added a second finger, then a third. She began panting with denied need. It wasn’t just the hot sex, it was the emotion behind it. They wanted her, all of her, with an intenseness she’d never known.

  “Ride me,” said Simon. She leaned forward, resting her palms on Simon’s wide chest.

  “Oh, yesss,” he murmured as she sat back. He took her buttocks in his hands and lifted her as if she weighed nothing. He controlled her ride, sliding her back and forth to grind her clit against his pubic bone. Lance kept his fingers busy as well. Then Simon pulled her down, anchoring their groins. Her heart, already pumping in arousal, sped up as Lance knelt behind her.

  “You ready for me, little fox?”

  She turned to face Lance. She bit her lip, but nodded. She wanted this. Wanted both men to impale her, to take her to new heights of passion with perhaps a touch of pain to raise the pleasure even higher.

  Simon slid her forward until his cock almost escaped. He growled and hauled her down for a kiss. He was savage at first, devouring her mouth as eagerly as she returned it. Then he turned gentle, tracing inside her top teeth with his tongue. She sighed and rasped her breasts against his chest hair. He held her hips loosely.

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  She startled at Lance’s command, but it wasn’t directed at her. Simon shifted his hands to her bottom and stretched her cheeks apart. Cool lube dripped between them. She gasped as a thick probe forced its way into her anus. Though already stretched by his fingers, the size of his penis took her by surprise.

  “Relax and push out,” said Lance urgently. She hesitated. “Now!”

  She did as he demanded. Slowly, Lance’s cock entered her virgin passage. The initial sting in her bottom morphed into a tingle in her pussy. She closed her eyes and relaxed against Simon’s chest. Lance, panting as if he was running a marathon, sank even deeper.

  He pulled out just as slowly. Her outer ring barely held the head of his penis when Simon surged up, plowing deep into her pussy.

  “Oh, yes!” she groaned.

  They took turns filling her, ever so slowly. She tried to speed them up but Lance controlled her body to suit himself. She felt an orgasm building but every time it came near, Simon would hold her still. She tried to wiggle to get more friction but he growled a warning. In and out they went, slow enough to drive her mad with frustration.

  She could feel her orgasm, just out of reach. Furious with need, she thumped her fist on Simon’s chest. He opened his eyes. The amusement she saw made her growl. He winked, and her fury grew.

  She turned her fingers into claws and dug them into his chest muscles, right where his breasts would be if he was female. She made sure she caught some hair as she gripped hard and pulled. His eyes darkened faster than a Kansas tornado cutting out the sun.

  “She wants more,” said Simon.

  “Let’s see how much she can take,” replied Lance.

  Though Simon’s cock was still halfway inside her, Lance lifted his hips and sunk into her. She gasped as the two cocks rasped against her, separated only by a thin membrane. They sped up, rhythm gone as all three got caught up in their need. Yet both men made sure only one was deep inside her at any one time. She arched her back, aiming her bottom at Lance while clenching around Simon.

  A whirlwind of touch, of pleasure and a hint of pain, drove her higher and higher. Simon held her while she clenched whatever she could grasp. A buzzing grew louder in her head. She could barely breathe. She felt suspended, hanging from a narrow elastic band that could snap at any time.