“Oh, please,” she told them, her voice drowsy. “None of you’ve given me cheesy lines to try to get me here. Don’t start with them now.”
“Not a cheesy line,” Jonathan protested. “It’s true. I’ll go slow, but tell me if you need me to slow down more, okay?”
“Yeah. Not a problem.”
Ranger came back into the room, condom gone and still nude. He bent his face to hers, his lips briefly touched hers, then came back for a passionate, intimate, affectionate kiss. He pulled away enough to get eye contact, and asked, “You good?”
Tired and sated, she was looking forward to more sex, and she nodded as she ground her hips around Mac’s cock. Mac’s moan vibrated through his chest to her cheek, and she said, “I am. Are you?”
“It won’t always be like this. We’ll all want one-on-one time with you, too. We all lead busy schedules, but if you’re interested, I’m hoping this isn’t a one night thing.”
“Dude,” Mac complained. “Do you mind? My cock’s buried in her sweet pussy. We can tell her how much we like her later.”
“Stupid fuck,” Jonathan said from behind her. “She needs to know we like her now, too. No pressure, but she’s funny and smart on top of being smokin’ hot.” His hand touched both cheeks of her bottom and he said, “Okay, Raggedy, I’m all set back here. Sorry it took me a few minutes to get set up, I’ll try to be more prepared next time.”
“S’okay,” she assured him. “I needed a little time to catch my breath, anyway.”
He scratched his nails up the backs of her thighs, massaged her butt cheeks a minute, and then slowly spread them. “Mmmmm. In case you haven’t figured it out, I’m primarily a tits man, but I have a thing for asses, too, and yours is so perfectly perfect, I have no words.”
She heard a glove going on, and then felt a slick finger at her bottom hole.
He didn’t just stick it in, but massaged around it until she pushed up a little, practically begging him to go in.
Ranger was lying beside her now, stretched out beside Mac. She opened her eyes and saw him watching her, and he grinned and said, “If you give us a chance to teach you, then a few months from now you’ll be a little sideways off Mac’s chest and will have my cock in your mouth, but I’m good with watching right now. Fair warning, though. I’m hoping to have your ass before the night’s done.”
Jonathan slowly worked her back up until she couldn’t keep her hips still as she ground on Mac below her.
Bethany lifted her torso to watch Mac, his eyes closed and his breathing ragged, and she wished she were tall enough to kiss him, but no way could she reach. She touched his jaw with her fingers, and he opened his eyes.
“You’re amazing,” he told her. “So reactive, so free, uninhibited. I don’t have to ask if you like your ass played with, I can tell exactly what it’s doing to you. I feel every twitch and spasm of your pussy, and it’s taking every ounce of control I have to keep from flipping you over and pounding you into the mattress, but I like this too much to bring it to an end.”
“Well,” Jonathan said from behind her, “as much as I’ve enjoyed playing with her ass, it’s ready to be fucked.” Bethany heard him taking the glove off, saw it sail through the air in the general direction of the bathroom, and heard a condom wrapper.
She rested her torso on Mac’s muscled chest once again, suddenly nervous at the prospect of her first double penetration.
Mac’s arms wrapped around her. “We have you. You’re comfortable, right?”
She kept her face on his chest, eyes closed, and nodded.
“It’ll be good, and if for some bizarre reason it isn’t, we’ll stop and do something else,” Jonathan assured her from behind, his cock touching her asshole. “Move on Mac’s cock. I know you’re rubbing your clit against him, is the angle right for it to hit the spot when you grind, or do we need to get Mac’s hand down there?”
Bethany sighed and said, “Honestly? I think I just need you to shut up and fuck me.”
Jonathan took her at her word, and pressed in with one long, slow push until he met too much resistance, and he pulled almost all the way out and pushed in again.
Bethany started saying, “Oh, god,” repeatedly. She heard herself, knew it was repetitive, but couldn’t stop. Her mouth was on autopilot and her senses were so overwhelmed she had no control over anything. She thought she’d been used to Mac’s girth and length, but Jonathan inside of her as well made Mac feel even larger.
When Jonathan finally made it all the way in and stopped, no one was moving, but an orgasm slammed into Bethany from out of the blue, and she writhed and screamed between the two men, who held her until it waned, and then Jonathan started moving.
Now, she was saying, “Oh, fuck,” over and over. Ranger sat up and took her mouth, kissed her quiet for several long minutes, and then said, “You’re good, babe. Now, rest your head on Mac’s chest again, because if I’m not mistaken, he’s about to let loose of some of his control.”
“God yes,” Mac growled from below her. “Bethany, if what I’m doing is too much you have to tell me, okay?”
“I’ll keep an eye on her,” Ranger told Mac. “Have at it, dude. If it’s too much for her I’ll let you know.”
Mac’s arms came up her back, his hands looped over her shoulders, gripped them, and his knees rose to give him leverage to fuck her from below.
His hips were like a damned jackhammer, and at first Bethany wasn’t sure she could handle it, but a dozen seconds in, it started working for her and she hopelessly fought his arms and tried to sit up even though the last thing she wanted was for this to stop. Jonathan went into her ass and held until he picked up on Mac’s rhythm, and then she had both of them going the same speed – Mac pulling out as Jonathan entered.
Bethany literally didn’t know whether she was coming or going, her brain and body a writhing mass of sensations, of ecstasy, and the most decadent pleasure beyond anything she’d ever imagined. When Mac bellowed his release below her, Jonathan sped up, and thirty seconds later she felt his cock jerking in her now oversensitive ass as he emptied into the condom.
Chapter Six
The luscious woman draped over him thought she was done, and this was one of Mac’s favorite parts of ménage — working her back up, over and over until she thought she’d die if she had another orgasm. If Ranger worked her back up, it would be with elements of BDSM. However, Mac would fondle and caress her, convince her she wanted it, and have her so fucking horny she begged for his cock again, even though she was sore and tired and had sworn five minutes before there was no way she could go again.
His wolf had approved of the entire evening, and Mac hadn’t had to control his inner animal because he’d placated it. His wolf needed to be in control, but as long as the human was doing a good enough job, the wolf was usually satisfied.
Mac had jacked off plenty since being turned into a werewolf. At first, he lost control and got all furry as he came. Eventually, he’d managed to stay human, and in the past two weeks had been able to enjoy his orgasms without having to fight for control. Tonight, the wolf was happy.
He was about to sit to the side and watch, though. As a voyeur, watching while he took a break was another of his favorite parts of ménage. He hoped the wolf understood.
Ranger lifted Bethany and pulled her into his lap. He positioned her legs around his hips, and she moaned in protest and rested her head on his shoulder as she mumbled, “Sleep now. God, ya’ll wore me out.”
“Mmmmm,” Ranger said with a smile. “Not yet, but you will be. We aren’t quite done with you, babe.”
“Don’t like babe,” she told him sleepily.
“How about doll?” he said with a chuckle.
“Worse,” she informed him, still mumbling.
“Beautiful?”
“Maybe. Keep trying.”
Mac moved to the headboard, leaned against it, and watched as Jonathan kissed her neck from behind and asked, “How about Raggedy?’
“She didn’t seem to mind fiery little vixen, though she had a problem with me calling her my fiery little vixen,” Mac told them.
“Hmmm, how about being our fiery little vixen?” Ranger asked as he nuzzled the other side of her neck.
“I kinda like belonging to all of you. This evening, anyway. Jury’s still out on whether it’ll work longer than tonight.”
Mac saw Ranger’s hand at her breast, noted Bethany’s hips making micro-movements, and grinned to himself. Unfortunately, his wolf took this moment to become unhappy, and he had to work to soothe the beast. He stroked his cock and sent an image of watching, but the animal in his soul shot him a mental snapshot of how it’d felt to be inside her, and was clear of his preference. Mac closed his eyes and thought of how a pack worked, everyone taking turns. He’d had one of the first shots at her, it was time to let his packmates have a shot. The wolf saw Ranger as dominant, so for now, this worked.
When Mac opened his eyes, Ranger was looking at him as he worked on Bethany. He’d felt the shift in Mac’s energy, and was concerned. Mac gave him what he hoped was a reassuring smile. He wasn’t close to turning, and he’d leave the room if he felt he might lose control.
Chapter Seven
Bethany awoke hot and smothered between the two men. When they’d finally let her sleep, Mac had volunteered to sleep in another room, as the king sized bed barely fit three of them.
She maneuvered out from under Jonathan’s arm and Ranger’s leg, telling them she needed to use the bathroom when they roused.
However, when she finished in the bathroom and looked at the space between the two sleeping men, she went into the hallway in search of Mac’s room.
He moaned and welcomed her into his arms when she crawled into bed, though she didn’t think he awoke entirely, which was more than fine with her. She wasn’t up for middle-of-the-night sex right now.
It felt like she’d barely nodded off when Mac started thrashing behind her, making ungodly noises, and grabbing and gripping. She turned and it looked like his arm was misshapen over the top of the covers, and her body froze in terror as her mind tried to make sense of what she could see in the dark.
She shoved backwards away from him, and fell on the floor with a scream. Ranger was in the doorway and then on the bed immediately, telling her to go, but she only stood and backed into the corner, watching in horror as Mac turned into an animal, and Ranger coached him to remember who he was.
Jonathan came into the room, picked her up, and carried her back to his bedroom. He put her in bed with him and started telling her she’d had a bad dream, but she knew better. Her hip still hurt from falling out of the damned bed. She hadn’t dreamt it. Plus, she could still hear scuffling noises coming from the other room.
Finally, she said, “As much as I’d like to believe you, I didn’t dream it, Jonathan. If you want me to believe it was a dream then walk me into Mac’s room and show me his sleeping, human, body. You and I both know we can’t do that, because Ranger’s in there trying to remind him he’s Mac, and not the…whatever he turned into. If it didn’t sound so ludicrous I’d say werewolf, but…shit. I know what I saw, even if it was dark, and he turned into an animal. I’m positive of that much, just not positive it was a wolf. Could’ve been a coyote, I guess, maybe even a hyena, or something else along those lines. I can’t say what kind of animal, but I know it was a four legged animal, either a canine, or something a lot like a canine.”
He sighed, kissed her forehead, and said, “I know you heard her, Ranger. Time for Plan B.”
Bethany’s heart skipped as she realized what his words meant and she said, “So, Ranger’s one, too? How about you? Are you one? And if Plan A was to make me think I dreamt it, what’s Plan B?”
“Ranger’s also a werewolf. I’m a wereleopard.”
Bethany’s thoughts immediately went back to Jonathan on the dance floor, and she laughed. And kept laughing. She saw Ranger’s outline in the door, but didn’t stop laughing until Jonathan asked, “Bethany? You okay?”
“Yeah,” she breathed as the laughter stopped. A tear went down her cheek and she wiped her eyes and explained, “I thought you danced like a cat would, if they were two legged. How did I know?”
“Probably because he dances like a two legged cat,” Ranger told her. “It doesn’t take a stretch of the imagination to see it. Wolves can usually manage to line dance, but we aren’t much good at anything else. Mac and I have had training so we’re good at it, otherwise we’d suck. Jonathan’s good at it naturally.”
Bethany had the idea they were trying to get her off on another subject. However, as tempting as it was to ask about Ranger and Mac in dance class, she asked, “Where’s Mac? Can I see him?”
“Do you want to?”
Duke had told them he expected to see her in one piece, tomorrow. She was a little concerned, maybe a touch scared, but wasn’t terrified. Ranger had been concerned when he’d realized she was friends with Gen, which put her under Duke’s protection. She had to believe they’d keep her safe. “If he won’t hurt me, then yeah.”
“He’s a new wolf, it’s been seven weeks since he was turned and he’s still learning control. He changed in his sleep, but within moments of waking up a wolf, he remembered who he was. He won’t hurt you, but I’d like you to treat him as you would a wild animal. No sudden movements, no yelling, and stay calm. He’ll be able to smell fear. Mac knows who he is, and who you are, but the wolf’s instincts are hard to control, sometimes.”
Bethany nodded and he turned, walked down the hall, opened a door, and Bethany heard two sets of footsteps coming back — human and animal.
Jonathan let her go as she stood beside the bed, naked and a little cold, but she was okay. No one had any clothes on, and after the evening they’d experienced she wasn’t embarrassed by her nudity, just a little chilled.
Mac was a beautiful wolf, and no longer monstrous looking. She looked into his eyes a few seconds to see if she could see intelligence, but Ranger said, “Bethany, can you look to the floor, please? He’s acting like you’re challenging him for dominance and I’d rather not go there right now.”
Bethany immediately dropped her gaze and said, “I was just trying to see if Mac was in there.”
“We know,” Jonathan said, “and Mac the human knows, but the wolf didn’t understand. It’s okay. Talk to him. He can understand you.”
“Hey, Mac,” she said, feeling a little silly talking to this magnificent, huge wolf. His eyes were a beautiful amber gold, though they’d been a muted green as a human.
“I’m sorry I freaked earlier, but I didn’t know what was happening. I guess you went to bed alone for a reason, but I didn’t know. These two guys were squishing me, so I went looking for you.”
The wolf glared at first Jonathan and then Ranger, and Bethany laughed. “They didn’t do it on purpose. It was just too much, trying to sleep between them. I don’t sleep well when I’m hot.”
No one said anything, and Bethany finally asked, “Can I touch you? Is it rude to pet you like an animal, or is it okay?”
He stepped towards her, slowly as if to keep from scaring her, and she cautiously put her hand out. “If I smell scared, it’s from earlier, I think. I mean, I’m freaked and nervous, but not because I think you’ll hurt me. It’s the situation I’m afraid of, more than you, okay?”
“He could smell you from across the room,” Ranger told her. “The hand thing is more about manners than his need to smell you.”
Mac sniffed her hand, and Bethany understood this was about him touching her before she touched him.
His fur was rougher than a dog’s, as if each hair were courser. He was still soft, but she could clearly feel the undercoat, which kept her from reaching his skin as she scratched the side of his throat below his ear.
“It’s important you don’t get in bed with him again for a while,” Ranger told her. �
�In six or eight months he’ll stop changing in his sleep, but until then, if he accidently scratched or nipped you, it might be enough to turn you. If he changes when you’re around, get away from him without running. He’s still learning control, and you won’t be able to see him during the week surrounding the full moon for a while. He has good control around the new moon, but we’re still working on the rest of the month.”
“Seven weeks?” Bethany asked. “Duke mentioned something about seven weeks. He knows?”
“Yeah. Last night was Mac’s first adventure into a bar, and we arranged for VIP seating so he’d have a less crowded place to retreat.”
“No, that’s not it. I mean, Gen won’t let me whisper stuff to her when Duke’s around, or when any of the other MC members are around, either. She also refuses to talk to me about stuff when we’re at the clubhouse, makes me text to her instead of talking low, even when we’re in Duke’s room with the door closed. Ya’ll can hear really good, can’t you? That’s how you knew Duke said something to me about my wanting a harem.”
“Fuck,” Jonathan said, his voice full of dread, as if the worst possible thing had happened.
“He’s gonna have to be here to see the binding, now,” said Ranger, as if he were agreeing with Jonathan’s one word statement.
Mac turned away from Bethany and left the room, grumbling as he clicked his way down the hallway.
Ranger’s face turned to one of hope, and he looked at Jonathan and said, “Well, maybe we’ll have one bright spot out of this clusterfuck.”
“What’s the bright spot first, and then explain why it’s a clusterfuck, please?” Bethany said as she sat back on the bed.
“Letting go of the wolf so the human form can gain control is hard, and so far Mac hasn’t managed it. He has to go to sleep and then wake up human. He really wants to be part of this conversation, so it’s possible he’ll manage it for the first time.”
“As for the clusterfuck,” Jonathan continued, “we’re going to have to explain to Duke what happened, and he’ll have to be present when we—” His voice cut off, and the room was suddenly so silent Bethany could hear her own heartbeat.
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