by Shae Shannon
The day sped by as she rushed through her daily tasks. When the shift change came, she was ready to go rest in her room. She was literally drained, mentally and physically, from the events of the day. Her body ached from head to toe, and the muscles in her neck and back screamed with tension. Her temper whirled to the surface, and she had to will her anger down when Amy came to relieve her and was late, again. Amy was always tardy due to her husband’s need to make sure she looked like she had just been rode hard and put away wet before she left him for any length of time. Blake was her perfect mate and tended to all of her wild needs and then some.
Usually, Giselle found it cute and entertaining to listen to the poor excuses Amy was driven to come up with every day, but today was different. She had been shaken to the core by not only one but two different huge hunks of hot, juicy, rugged men who both held promises of erotic, scorching, mind-blowing sex that she was so deprived of. And, to top it all off, they were both shifters, which meant they had a wild, untamable animalistic side that she would give anything to get just the smallest taste of. Even if she could bring herself to give in to the idea of choosing between the two, the consequence of it becoming a disaster was inevitable. Shifters usually didn’t come on that strong for a quick fling. It usually meant that their animal had its sights in on mating with you. She didn’t exactly believe that she was either of the two’s mate, but just the slight chance that they might believe that flashed enough red flags that she knew to stay far, far away. Ugh! A hot soak in the tub, and a few minutes with my vibrator and my little buddy in the nightstand will make this whole damn mess go away. That way, I can focus on Chloe tonight at the party. It is my job as her auntie to make sure she has the best night ever. I can’t go with all of this tension and my mind wandering to some damn cat and dog. With a loud growl, she spun to head to the back when she ran into a frightened and embarrassed Amy. Tears welled up in the girl’s eyes, and Giselle immediately felt horrible for allowing anger to build up and for the distasteful growl that had spewed out of her mouth.
“Ms. Giselle, I–I am sorry I am late. Blake…he seems to think it’s funny, and I keep telling him, but…he doesn’t…” She stumbled over her words, trying to piece together an apology as her eyes spilled the tears that had pooled there. Giselle sighed as she grabbed the girl in a huge bear hug.
“Oh, baby girl, stop your fretting. It’s okay. Dry your eyes now. There is no reason to be upset. I know how Blake has to mark his territory, darling. They are all just a bunch of wild, primal animals. I wasn’t angry with you, I have just had one hell of a day, dear.”
“Thank you, Giselle. I just don’t want anyone to think that because I am part owner that I apply a separate set of rules to myself than everyone else. I don’t, and I work extra hard to make sure that I pull the majority of the workload. I know that it bothers some of the girls that I come zooming in late every day, but I put in more hours than anyone. It does bother me if you get upset with me, though, Giselle. I know you are Chloe’s blood aunt, but I see you as mine as well. I would never disrespect you, ever.”
“Oh, child, stop it. You are my niece, and I love you, Amy. I know you work your butt off, honey. You just don’t pay no mind to the little teenyboppers that work here. You are an owner. You hired them. Everyone knows how much has been dumped on you with Chloe being bedridden and all. That’s why I try to pick up the slack some for you, sweetheart.” She finally released her death grip on the younger girl and shooed her to the kitchen. “Now don’t you work too long. The other girls can run things in here. Make sure you have plenty of time to get ready for the party tonight. I will see you in a couple hours. If you need anything between now and then, I will be in my room. Just call or text me.”
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, Giselle. Sorry for the waterworks, I have had a few slight problems reining in my emotions lately. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Last night, after Blake and I got done having the most amazing sex ever—we were on the balcony, and oh my gosh, Giselle, I was hanging off the edge and…”
“Uh-hum.” Giselle cleared her throat to hopefully drag Amy back to the point of her story and prevent any other rambling of her extracurricular activities.
“Oopsie…”Amy smiled, a slight blush creeping over her cheeks. “Anyways, afterwards I cried for like an hour and couldn’t convince him that he hadn’t hurt me. It took me coaxing him into round two before he finally believed me.” With a huge proud smile, she winked at Giselle.
“Um, Amy dear, when was your last cycle?”
“What, you mean like period? Oh, ha-ha-ha…It was…Oh shit! You don’t think that I could be…I mean, there’s no way that I am…Do you think?”
Laughing, Giselle patted her shoulder. “Calm down. I don’t know for sure, but it is a possibility. You need to just go get a test. It is just kinda common sense as much as you guys go at it. I mean, y’all put rabbits to shame. And you are overly emotional…”
“Oh my holy shit balls! I hadn’t even considered that. Okay, but promise me you won’t say anything to anyone. I don’t want anyone to know. This is about Chloe right now, and I will not take the spotlight off of her, especially during her baby shower. She is carrying triplets, and that itself is a miracle.”
“I won’t, but I expect you to tell me the second you find out, sweetheart. And there is plenty of love to go around. You don’t worry your pretty little head. In the mean time, be careful. I will see you tonight, dear.”
“Okay, Giselle, thank you. See ya later.” With one last hug, Giselle made her way to her room.
Chapter 2
Giselle shut her door with a loud thud and kicked off her shoes. One glance at the inviting bed and she contemplated a much-needed nap or a hot, relaxing bath. The bath won out. She took off her clothes and left them in a trail leading to the bathroom. What met her when she entered the bathroom caused her to gasp and jump higher than she thought possible.
The huge tub was full of steaming-hot water and had lavender flower petals floating on top. A bowl of ice with a bottle of wine sat on the ledge, along with a crystal wineglass. After she stabilized her erratic heartbeat, she took in the view before her. Her body released the sigh it had been holding in as she walked over to the tub. Taped to the wineglass was a simple handwritten note. She took it off and opened it. Giselle, I hope that the hot water washes away your aches and pains, and the wine relaxes your soul. Until I see you tonight, Brandon.
“How the heck did he know what room was mine, let alone get in here? Oh well. Must have been one of the others. No need to let this go to waste.” She stepped in the tub and allowed the heat to engulf her body and mind. She had to ease in carefully, adjusting to the extreme temperature of the water. When she finally made it in and sat, she flipped the switch to turn on the jets. “Aah. That is wonderful.” She poured herself a glass of wine and took a long swig of it, letting the warmth of the alcohol coat her mouth and throat to heat her stomach. The hot jets literally reached out and massaged every tense and sore muscle in her body. It was pure heaven. She felt the stresses and tenseness melt away. Her mind went blank, allowing her to just drift in the fog of relaxation. She leaned back and closed her eyes, allowing herself to get lost in the waves of pure bliss.
After about twenty minutes, she opened her eyes, and smiled. Who cares how he got in or what his intentions are, this is amazing. She topped off her glass and flipped the jets off. She casually washed and pulled the plug before getting out.
After drying completely, she grabbed the bottle of wine and headed for the bed. I have plenty of time before I am expected downstairs. I feel like a million bucks. Let’s get rid of these raging hormones before I combust. She placed her glass and the bottle on the top of the nightstand and removed the contents from the top drawer, laying them on the bed. She plugged in her trusty “back massager” and laid it with the rest of goodies. A woman’s essentials.
* * * *
Brandon had contemplated invading Giselle’s room, fearing she would t
hink he was some sort of creeper or something. He knew that she needed to relax, and since it was certain she wouldn’t welcome him into her room to strip her naked and massage every bit of tension out of her naked flesh with hot oil and then bring her to the heights of ecstasy and drain the remaining stress, he did the next best thing he could think of. After finding Blake in the hallway on the way to his room, he bribed him into gaining entrance to her room.
Now he owed Blake, which sucked ass. Blake’s sense of humor meant he would no doubt pay greatly, but whatever the cost he would deal with later. Hopefully his gesture would be appreciated, and if he was lucky, break down a few brick walls Giselle had stacked around her heart. The idea of her naked and submerged in the hot, steamy bath made his balls ache. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too long before he was accompanying her and washing her troubles away himself. Until then, this would have to do. His vivid imagination cost him greatly, as his cock pressed forcibly and painfully against the zipper of his jeans. He attempted to adjust himself, but the rock shaft wasn’t budging. Maybe I can get her to lick the zipper indentions away later tonight. A good soak in her pussy will cure any pain I endure, that’s for sure.
After finally unloading all of his luggage and walking by her door a few times, he decided to head back to his room to freshen up before the baby shower. His mind was filled of visions of the vixen down the hall. He could see her enveloped in the rippling water with the flower petals floating around her creamy flesh, caressing her breasts in feather light strokes. His own imagination took off, bringing him to be submerged in the water behind her. He imagined what it would feel like to run his hands over her body, lathered with the fragrant soap she smelled of, as he caressed and cleansed her neck and shoulders. He would ever so slowly lower his petting paws down to circle around her breasts, taking time to suds every glorifying inch of her delicate orbs. Only when she arched into his hands would he move his palms over her nipples, gently grazing them. He would wait for a moan or gasp, and then roll the peaks between his fingers and thumb, increasing the pressure with each rotation. Then, he would move his mouth over the crook of her neck to lick and suck while he plucked each bud repeatedly.
His cock was throbbing and becoming mutilated from the damn zipper of his jeans. He reached down and unfastened the button, yanking the death teeth away from his shaft, letting it spring free.
His breathing was ragged as his desire peaked to unfathomable heights. He released an annoyed moan. “Fuck! Get a damn grip!” After palming his shaft and giving it a couple hard, fast pumps, he fell on his back onto the bed. “Fuck this shit.”
His panther growled in his mind, pacing impatiently along the length of his conscious. His dirty imagination was aggravating the massive cat, amping up the heat that was building and intensifying painfully fast and hard. Settle yourself. Soon, she will be ours. The beast let out a shrilling, snarling growl, unleashing a feral sound from Brandon’s throat. He fought to keep the cat at bay, drawing up any remaining strength to keep himself from shifting into the animal inside.
This shit had to stop before something he would regret happened. He didn’t want to come on to her too strong, and if he kept having little porno movies playing in his head, he would definitely blow his chances. He had heard the horror stories from the other guys about how strong the fever hit when their mate was found, but he had no idea it would be this torturous. With an aggravated and annoyed huff, he jerked off the bed and walked into the bathroom. His reflection in the mirror confirmed his suspicions. His eyes were glowing. The amethyst orbs had taken on a new shape as the pupils had turned into the panther’s. He turned on the tap and splashed cold water over his face, half expecting it to evaporate and turn to steam on contact. He was fired up bad, and against all judgment, he had to see her. It was time to get this game started. Victory was just beyond his reach, and oh how amazing the prize would be.
* * * *
Aiden was out on patrol around the perimeter of the property. He was busting with excitement like a juvenile pup at the idea of seeing Giselle tonight at the baby shower. The unconventional parties that took place when this crew got together ensured that there would be dancing, and he would be the one to waltz his way into the heart of a certain headstrong, sexy, alluring witch. He had suffered immensely all afternoon, his engorged, hard rod and aching balls smashed against his fly a constant reminder. He could taste her sinful mouth still on his tongue, and her scent of spices and lilacs mixed with the sweet smell of her arousal still lingered in his nose. The little prelude that had taken place this morning may have caused for a miserable afternoon, but it also made his wolf pant and roll around with delight. Tonight was the time for the main event, and he couldn’t keep his anticipation contained. His wolf let out a howl at the thought of finishing the day without sinking its teeth, and cock, deep in their mate. Easy boy. It won’t be long now.
With his security detail completed, he headed back to the mansion for a quick shower. As he crossed the threshold of his room, his ears and nose zeroed immediately to the next room over. He smelt Giselle’s bath oils seeping from the cracks around the door, which only meant one thing—she just got out of the bath. His mouth turned up in a devilish grin as his imagination flashed images of her wet and soapy, spread out in the prodigious tub. He began to drool at the delectable visions. Deciding that it was best to not stand in the hall and continue his lascivious yet torturous inner monolog, he proceeded into his room and hit the shower. Hopefully an icy hose-down that would make the survivors of the Titanic shiver would ease the tension out of his aching cock and balls. If not, there was a good chance he would shoot off and blow a hole in the wall. I would hate to have to explain that shit to Gabriel. Lying wouldn’t be an option with the bastards “Spidey senses.” I would never live that shit down. One thing was for sure, Gabe had intentionally put Aiden’s room next door to Giselle’s. He still hadn’t figured out if he did it to be a funny prick, or if he was trying to help hook a brother up. It was both a gift and a curse. Today, more of a curse, that was for sure.
* * * *
Her body was like Jell-O. Fatigue fought at the corners of her mind, attempting to detour her from the group of goodies she had laid on display on the comforter. I have time for a nap after. I will rest so much better if I release some of this damn sexual frustration. She stretched out on her back along the bed, her head propped up on the mound of pillows. Giselle allowed her mind to wander. Visions of Aiden floated across her thoughts. She pictured him hovering over her, his body a barricade, locking her to the confinement of the mattress. She could see his huge, strong hand come down and trail ever so lightly against her neck, tickling and floating lower to rest upon her breast. Her hand moved to her nipple and began plucking at it, twisting and turning until it was a throbbing peak of nerves.
Moisture pooled in her pussy, weeping out to trickle down the inside of her thighs. She unleashed her imagination and allowed a multitude of visions to amble through her mind. With her eyes hooded in lust, she reached for the vibrator and clicked it on. When it made contact with her clit, she let out a low moan. Her mind accommodated the change of activities and flipped scenes to a head of hair between her thighs and the most talented tongue in history going to work on her swollen bud. Her fingers entwined in the mop of black curls as she bucked toward the magical mouth. When she pulled the massager away from her hungry cunt to grab the trusty dildo nestled by her side, the face attached to the nest of dark ringlets froze in her mind. Ginormous purple eyes lined in long thick black lashes stared up at her. Oh! Aiden and Brandon in the same fantasy! Yummy nummy! This is so wrong, but it’s my fantasy, damn it. No one will ever know, and I will get the satisfaction I sure as the hell don’t get in real life. Okay, boys, let’s see what you got. She ran the dildo up and down her slit, coating it with her own juices. After placing the vibrator back on her bundle of nerves, she slowly worked the latex cock into her pulsing, greedy cunt. After it was seated fully to the hilt, she began moving it in and out slowl
y and deep. She began panting, her heart rate erratic. She found her G-spot with a deep thrust and burst out in moans.
* * * *
The old saying “curiosity killed the cat” kept repeating over and over in Brandon’s mind. Thankfully, his panther took that exact moment to show off its strength, growling and lunging with its claws extended like knives, flashing its long, sharp teeth. We aren’t exactly a normal house cat, and not much can kill us. Thanks for the heaping helping of confidence. With a final boost of defiance in rationality, he sprung up off the bed and headed out the door. It wasn’t considered stalking if no one happened to see, and he only planned on casually strolling by her door. If he ran into her by mere coincidence, no one would be the wiser. If he happened to hear her sweet sound or smell her intoxicating scent as he walked by, it would be a private indulgence that he could use to ease the massive ache in his dick at a later time. She was his mate, so technically he had the rights to so much more…by tribe laws anyway. He doubted that he could play that card here, but filed it away in the back of his mind for use as an instant excuse if necessary.
Before he approached her door, his senses stopped him dead in his tracks. His ears picked up soft moans with only the solid wood door standing between him and the source. He could smell her spicy floral scent, but it was mixed with a sweet muskiness of arousal. His panther went wild. He fought to avoid barreling through the barrier between them, grasping at the thread like strings of rationality he still contained.
In two large steps, he was at her door. He flashed a quick look around to make sure no one was around, before leaning closer. His eyes fluttered shut, and his lungs took in the deepest breath they could hold, marveling in her intoxicating aroma. He clenched his elongating teeth together to contain the roar that was working up his throat. His panther was going nuts. It wanted to bust the door down and mate with her, marking her for eternity. He was finding it hard to deny the animal and was running out of excuses as to why that was a bad plan of action. And then, a thought squelched all desire in a heartbeat. Son of a bitch! Is she in there with someone else? Over my dead fucking body! I will kill the motherfucker! That is my mate. His body started to morph into his cat. He barely realized in time and was able to shove the cat back in, much to its disapproval. Listen, pantera, no other sounds are coming through. No heartbeat besides our mate’s, no moans or breaths but hers. She is alone. Settle yourself, and we may end up with a great treat. The sounds from the room were making him barbaric. He had to see, needed to see her pleasuring herself. Nothing could prevent him from entering. He silently turned the doorknob saying a quick prayer that it was unlocked. Ever so gradually he opened the door, and the view from the crack he had produced showed that the bed was not in vision. That was the only consolation needed. He made his way in the room, closing the door without a single noise. His cat’s stealth and stalking ability came in handy. When he got in a position hidden in the shadows, he crouched down. What greeted him exceeded any dreams he could ever envisage.