Penny cried out when he bit and pinched her nipples. She loved how he was giving her both pain and pleasure, tormenting and teasing her.
She could feel Ryder’s and Dillon’s hands and mouths all over her.
She had never felt so much pleasure in her life. This was something she had never experienced before.
Two wonderful, sexy males were kissing her all over, their lips and tongues doing crazy, toe-curling things to her.
This had to be a dream, a fantasy.
But she wasn’t asleep. This much she knew.
Something had awakened in her. She had been sleepwalking through life, but now she was fully awake.
Awake, and alive.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Penny could feel her orgasm quivering just out of her grasp. She was so close, oh so close…
Dillon pulled her nipple deep into his mouth and Penny made a keening sound. Ryder’s tongue was buried deep in her pussy, and he was massaging her clit with his thumb.
Penny’s body began to shake. Her pleasure just kept climbing, cresting higher and higher…
She panted and slapped her hand against Dillon’s powerful chest. She could feel his heart thundering against her palm.
Dillon and Ryder hadn’t removed a single item of their clothing. They were both fully clothed but Penny could see their throbbing erections straining against their pants.
She was the only one who was naked, stripped bare and completely exposed. But she didn’t feel weak and vulnerable at all. There was nothing she wanted to hide from these wonderful men. The way they looked at her and touched her made her feel so wanted, so special and loved.
Dillon and Ryder focused only on her needs. They gave her all their attention and pleasured her thoroughly.
They wanted only to take care of her and satisfy her, and they gave without taking.
Dillon and Ryder were skillful lovers and they made sure she felt safe with them.
Penny sensed someone else in the room with them.
She cut her gaze across the room and gasped.
Ford was standing near the front door.
The door was shut and bolted behind him. She hadn’t even heard him come in. But she was sure that Ryder and Dillon was aware of Ford’s presence.
But they didn’t stop what they were doing even though they knew that Ford was watching them. They didn’t even turn around. The two men continued pleasuring her, giving her their full and undivided attention.
Penny froze and forgot to breathe as she stared at Ford. He looked even bigger and more intimidating than before.
He was shirtless and his glistening, bulging muscles were on full display. He’d probably stripped off his shirt when he walked through the door, intending to head straight for the shower.
His jeans hung low on his narrow hips and her eyes followed the line of dark hair trailing down his navel into his jeans. She gasped when she saw the huge bulge between his legs.
Ford’s gray eyes had turned pure silver. The tips of his fangs and claws glinted in the dim lighting.
He looked scary and hot as hell.
The instant their gazes clashed, Penny shattered.
The world seemed to explode as she orgasmed violently. She screamed as the intense pleasure overtook all her senses.
It was a long, long while before she surfaced from the depths of that drowning, decadent pleasure.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Still shuddering, Penny forced her eyes open and saw that she was wrapped in a big blanket.
She pulled the blanket tighter around her naked body and burrowed into the comforting warmth. Automatically, her body began moving, wriggling and squirming as she snuggled deeper into the blanket.
With a start, Penny realized what she was doing. She was trying to rub her scent all over the blanket.
She inhaled sharply and recognized Ford’s scent on the blanket. She was trying to get Ford’s scent all over her skin.
“This blanket...” she stammered. Penny shook her head again, trying to clear it.
“This is Ford’s blanket,” Ryder told her. “Ford grabbed his blanket and covered you from head to toe.”
“He carried you to the couch and left,” Dillon said.
Penny blinked repeatedly and saw that she was sitting on the couch between Dillon and Ryder. They had their arms around her, supporting her between them.
Penny looked around and exhaled a long, slow sigh.
“Ford’s not here,” she said softly.
Dillon and Ryder exchanged a look. “He’ll be back,” Ryder answered with a smile and a shrug. “He just needs to go out into the forest and calm his bear down.”
“Is he...upset?”
Dillon shook his head. Finally, he said, “Ford knows that you’re his mate.”
When Penny widened her eyes at him, Dillon went on gently, “You are our mate, Penny. And we are yours. I think your wolf knows that.”
Penny swallowed and nodded slowly. She didn’t want to hide her feelings from them. She was becoming keenly aware of her wolf’s wants and appetites. And her feelings for her three kind, sweet and sexy bosses were growing stronger and more intense by the day.
“Ford is a very responsible guy,” Dillon said. “He wants you. That much is obvious. But he is being very careful with you. You are Changing, and you’ve gone through a lot.”
Penny winced. “He thinks I’m weak and fragile.”
“I think we all know how strong you are,” Ryder said. “Ford doesn’t think you’re weak and fragile. He is just more reserved and serious. We’re more expressive and talkative...”
“Speak for yourself,” Dillon snorted.
As Dillon and Ryder bantered, Penny stared at the front door. She had no doubt that Ford would return soon. He was never far from her. She could sense that he was just nearby.
Penny grabbed her clothes off the floor and dressed quickly. She’d had her needs met. But her guys were hungry.
She would not neglect her responsibilities and duties. She would make sure that the three men she loved were well fed and well nourished. Cooking for them was her way of showing them how much she cared for them.
Penny turned to see Ryder and Dillon ogling her. The smile she gave them was both coy and confident.
“I’d better get dinner ready. I know you guys are hungry. We’ll eat when Ford comes home.”
The guys jumped up and rushed to help her.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Penny stuffed the bags of groceries into the back seat and got behind the wheel. The guys had given her the car keys and told her that she could use the car any time she wanted. They usually took the truck so the car was just sitting at the back of the house most of the time.
Penny had assured her three bosses that she would only use the car for “official business.” Official business included shopping for household items and groceries. She was their housekeeper, so keeping the fridge well-stocked was her responsibility.
As Penny began the leisurely drive home from town, her thoughts drifted to Ford.
She had been staying with the three men for nearly a month now. The guys had finished building the extension to the house, so Penny now had her own bedroom and living area.
It was really sweet and considerate of them. They were doing everything to make her feel comfortable and welcome. They wanted her to know that she was part of the family.
Penny had gotten very close to Dillon and Ryder, and was spending a lot of time with them. In fact, most of her nights were spent with them. She had become comfortable with having both men in her bed, and Penny was finding out that she was an adventurous, playful and uninhibited lover.
She was learning more and more about herself, and she could see herself becoming more assertive and demonstrative.
But even though she enjoyed herself tremendously with Dillon and Ryder, Penny always felt that something was missing.
Penny let out a deep sigh.
Ford.
She wante
d him and she wanted to get close to him. But Ford seemed determined to put up an invisible wall between them.
She couldn’t understand him. She could see the deep longing and burning desire in Ford’s eyes whenever he looked at her. But even when they were alone, he wouldn’t touch her.
“He hasn’t even tried to kiss me,” Penny said aloud. The hula girl on the dashboard wobbled and nodded in commiseration.
Penny made a face at herself in the rear-view mirror. She didn’t even raise a brow when she saw the feral glow in her eyes again. Lately, she had been seeing glimpses of her wolf more and more often. It didn’t even surprise her when she saw claws curving from her fingertips one morning.
Penny could feel her wolf growing stronger and fiercer, and she could feel the power of her wolf coursing through her body. Her wolf was fully formed and was just waiting for the right time to emerge.
Penny had learned to trust her wolf and her instincts. She’d always had the capability to protect herself. But her parents had guilt-tripped her into doubting her own perceptions and feelings.
Penny drove round to the back of the house, and parked the car. She grabbed her bags of groceries and walked to the front door. The leaves rustled gently in the breeze and the dappled sunlight made the forest look almost magical.
No wonder Ford, Ryder and Dillon chose to build their home right here in the woods. It really was the perfect location.
Penny froze when she heard a twig snap.
Turning around in a circle, Penny scanned her surroundings. The grass moved and she whirled round.
Alarm bells were going off in her head. The hairs on the back of her neck tingled and her senses sharpened instantly. Her wolf was on full alert.
There was danger hiding in the shadows, watching her from between the trees.
“Where are you?” she whispered as she tried to spot the enemy.
The wind changed direction, and she caught a whiff of a distinct scent.
“Wolf,” Penny breathed.
A low growl was her only warning before a large black wolf slammed into her, knocking her to the ground.
Penny screamed and all the groceries scattered on the ground. She snatched up a bottle of ketchup and smashed the bottle over the wolf’s head.
The crimson liquid dripped down the wolf’s face, making it look like it was bleeding. Snarling, the wolf flew at her and bit down on her leg.
Penny screamed as sharp teeth sank into her flesh.
The pain ignited her fury and something exploded in her. Flashes of light sparked on the back of her eyelids. And when Penny snapped her eyes open, she saw deadly claws slicing out from her fingertips.
Instinct kicked in.
In a blur, Penny spun round and slashed at her attacker with her new claws.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Her claws raked across the wolf’s face and Penny felt the satisfying rip of skin.
She kept moving, dodging and attacking the enemy at a speed which astounded and excited her.
She had become incredibly fast.
Penny charged at the black wolf, slicing wildly at its body. She managed to draw blood, but she sustained even more wounds on her arms and legs.
The wolf was an experienced, skilled fighter, a killer, but Penny wasn’t afraid. She was done being afraid.
Penny faced the black wolf and spat, “I know you are from the Emerald pack. Did Gordon send you? Why didn’t he come himself?”
The black wolf stared at her and bared its teeth. It wasn’t here to answer questions. It was simply here to do a job.
Penny scoffed, “Did Gordon send you to collect me or to kill me? Why are you doing the bidding of a sniveling coward?”
The wolf leaped at her, and Penny stumbled back with a cry.
She managed to hold the wolf off but the monster was snapping its jaws closer and closer to her face.
As she stared into those yawning, salivating jaws, Penny realized that this black wolf was hell-bent on killing her.
The wolf lurched towards her throat, and Penny screamed.
She gasped when the oppressive weight was suddenly lifted off. Penny saw the wolf being flung back against a tree.
Scrambling up, Penny saw Ford standing in front of her. His eyes blazed silver and his fangs and claws were out.
He was in human form, but fur was racing down his arms and his muscles were bulging and rippling. His bear was about to rip out, but Ford was holding his beast in.
Ford glanced at Penny, and she nodded quickly to assure him that she was okay.
He turned back to the wolf and snarled, “Who the fuck are you? Where’s Gordon? What do you want?”
The wolf glared at Ford and growled. It wasn’t going to answer Ford. It was here to finish the mission.
Ford stepped in front of Penny, and the wolf saw that there was no way it could get to Penny without going through Ford.
The wolf crouched and fixed its eyes on Ford. Ford didn’t wait. He attacked first.
Claws slashed down and furious roars sounded. Ford kept slashing with his claws, ripping viciously into the wolf.
The wolf fought back and Penny let out a cry of horror and fury when she saw the wolf tear a chunk of flesh from Ford’s arm.
Ignoring his mangled arm, Ford went after the enemy with a vengeance. He managed to inflict a good deal of damage on the enemy, and Penny saw that the wolf had lost an ear and an eye.
Realizing that it wouldn’t be able to defeat Ford, the wolf took one last look at Penny and fled into the woods. Ford immediately gave chase.
Penny stumbled after Ford, but she only managed two steps before collapsing. She shivered violently as she fought against the terrible wave of nausea.
“Ford...” she croaked.
Ford spun around and was at her side in a heartbeat.
“I’m here, Penny,” he said as he sheathed his claws.
“Your arm...” Penny pointed at the ugly wound on Ford’s left forearm.
She could almost see the bone through the torn flesh. The wolf had nearly bitten Ford’s arm right off.
Ford shook his head and focused on her. “Let’s get you in the house.”
Ignoring her protests, he gathered her into his arms and stood up. Despite his horrific injuries, Ford’s movement were swift and assured, and he carried her as though she weighed nothing.
Penny wrapped her arms around Ford’s neck. She closed her eyes, breathing in his scent and feeling the heat of his powerful, solid body.
She was safe, in his arms.
Her wolf rose and rubbed against Ford.
Penny managed to fish her keys out of her pocket and unlock the front door.
Ford carried her into the house and straight to his bedroom. She tried in vain to get him to put her down.
“Ford, please,” Penny pleaded. “You’re wounded.”
“After I take a look at your injuries, I’ll tend to mine,” he said tersely.
Ford walked into the attached bathroom and stepped under the shower with her.
He set her on her feet and ordered, “Strip.”
CHAPTER FORTY
Penny started peeling off her clothes even before Ford ordered her to strip. With her heightened sense of smell, she could smell the black wolf’s sharp, stinging scent. She could smell the wolf’s scent all over her, on her clothes and skin.
She could make out the smell of his blood and saliva, and it repulsed her. The smell was overpowering and revolting, and it made her want to hurl. It made her feel dirty.
She wanted to scrub her skin raw and get all this filth off her.
Ford stared unblinkingly at her body as Penny tore her clothes off. Gently but firmly, he held her shoulders and turned her around.
He checked her body for injuries, and growled at the dried blood on her limbs. Her wounds had knitted shut, and only some fading bruises remained.
“Your wolf is very strong,” Ford told her. “You heal really fast.”
Penny smirked. “I’m not a
fragile little thing.”
Ford stared at her for a moment before turning away to adjust the temperature of the water.
Penny gaped and spluttered when she saw Ford’s left arm. That horrible wound had healed and his arm was whole again. She had seen the wolf tear off a huge chunk of his arm, yet Ford’s arm didn’t look the least bit damaged.
“Your arm...how...” she stammered.
Ford didn’t even glance down at his arm. “I heal faster than most shifters,” was all he said.
“Not faster than me,” Penny countered.
Ford smiled. “No.”
Penny gasped when he held her waist and pulled her under the shower.
For a moment, they stood under the pelting water, staring into each other’s eyes. With a feral growl, Ford yanked her to him and kissed her.
The kiss ignited an inferno within them both.
Their mouths and hands sought each other with a desperate, urgent, unquenchable need.
Penny pressed her hands against Ford’s hard, broad chest as she eagerly tasted him. She pushed her tongue into Ford’s mouth and she heard him groan.
Emboldened, Penny grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt and pulled him closer to her. Ford was more than a head taller than her and his wet t-shirt accentuated his muscular, powerful frame.
Penny knew that Ford had been restraining himself, controlling his hunger for her. She didn’t want any of that restraint now. She wanted him to lose control. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, and she wanted to surrender to her maddening, animal lust.
Still kissing him madly, Penny dragged his wet t-shirt up over his head and flung it away.
She wanted to feel his skin against hers.
Ford hissed when her erect nipples stabbed into his chest. He growled and cupped her heaving breasts.
Ford shed his jeans and pushed Penny against the wall. She felt his erection stab into her belly and she reached down and took his hard, throbbing cock in her fist.
“I want you,” they whispered together.
Ford gripped her wrists and pressed them against the shower tiles on either side of her head. He kissed her again, deeply and slowly this time. He took his time, using his lips, tongue and teeth to feel and taste her thoroughly. The kiss was sensual and tender, hot and demanding at the same time.
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