Autumn Sacrifice

by Green, Bronwyn

  Ethan and Jake each climbed on the couch and she reached for their belt buckles. Jake impatiently began loosening his belt and shoved his pants down, freeing his cock. She wrapped her fingers around the heated length while opening Ethan’s fly with her other hand.

  She could barely think. Caleb continued to slowly work himself in and out of her pussy. No matter how many times she shoved her hips back, demanding more, he just kept the same, maddening pace.

  Ethan slipped his free hand along her belly, downward to toy with her clit. Finding the little bundle of nerves, he circled it with his thumb, barely touching it as he traced around it.

  And Jake reached around her, skimming his hand down her back until he reached her ass. Lifting his mouth from her breast, he looked at her. “Somebody got her ass paddled. Were you a bad girl?” Before she could answer, he slid his hand down between her and Caleb until he reached her anus. Capturing her nipple in his mouth again, he stroked the puckered hole, teasing the sensitive flesh while she writhed between the three men.

  The stimulation was too much. Tautly coiled sensation twisted in her abdomen and fissions of pleasure raced over every nerve ending, drawing her need tighter until it slammed into her, knocking her free from her mooring. For several long moments, she felt weightless, adrift in a sea of bliss.

  Caleb pulled from her still-spasming channel and urged her to the floor while he and his brothers followed suit. Nudging her knees a little further apart, Caleb slid inside her again, and she groaned at the sensation of him sliding through her swollen channel. She couldn’t believe it, but she was ready for more. She’d lost track of how many times she’d come tonight, but she still wanted more. She needed more.

  Ethan and Jake knelt in front of her. With Caleb, helping her keep her balance by holding her steady, she grasped their shafts, taking one after the other into her mouth. Caleb groaned behind her, and she wondered if he regretted not letting her go down on him earlier. He shafted her harder while she sucked on his brothers. A cock in her pussy and one in each hand. When had she become so wanton? Pretty much from the moment Caleb had touched her, she supposed.

  Ethan leaked pre-cum across her tongue, and she swallowed it down, urging him to give her more.

  “Take him deeper,” Caleb demanded. “Take him deeper, and I’ll fuck you harder.”

  Finally.

  Jake wrapped her hair around his fist, pulling it back from her face, so they could all watch, she assumed. Fine by her. Let them see. Caleb had been right when he’d insisted it had turned her on to be watched. She never would have imagined that about herself, but after tonight, she had to admit that it was true.

  Jake kept a tight grip on her hair, and it pulled a bit as she took Ethan farther into her throat. But that small sting of pain didn’t dissuade her. If anything, it made her more desperate to make Ethan lose control.

  “Gorgeous,” Jake breathed as he watched, stroking his cock with his free hand.

  Ethan was close. She could feel it. He tried to pull back, but she refused to let him go, sucking harder. He stiffened, and on a groan, spilled down her throat. Caleb’s fingers convulsed on her hips as he pounded into her.

  Letting Ethan slip from her mouth, she turned to Jake and fully engulfed him, swallowing around his shaft as she took him deeper. His hips jerked as he held her head, fucking her mouth with short, shallow strokes.

  “So good,” he whispered. “So damn good.”

  Gripping him firmly around the base, she took him further, while Caleb’s thrusts grew faster. She’d guess his control was hanging by a thread. Good.

  Brenna lashed the head of Jake’s cock with her tongue and carefully ran her teeth over the sensitive flesh.

  “Holy fuck, Brenna!”

  If she could have smiled, she would have. It was a giddy feeling to wield this kind of power over three incredibly gorgeous and strong men. Using both mouth and hand, she worked him in and out, bringing him ever closer to the edge. Jake stiffened and on a wordless cry, emptied himself down her throat.

  She’d barely pulled off him before Caleb tightened his hands on her hips and slammed into her with wild, out of control thrusts. She’d never been fucked so hard in her life, and she loved it. Fisting her hands in the throw rug on the floor, she hung on for dear life while Caleb relentlessly pounded her pussy.

  His brothers watched her getting fucked, stroking her skin and their still semi-hard erections. The sound of wet flesh slapping filled the room along with her needy cries.

  It was too much—their hungry gazes, the desperate sounds, the glorious thrusts filling her body over and over. Her orgasm came out of nowhere, driving into her even harder than Caleb did. Brutal pleasure washed over her.

  Her pussy clamped down so hard on the man inside her, he could barely move, and the sensation of him pumping through her grasping passage made her explode again. Finally, with a few more soul-shaking plunges, he came—shuddering and groaning her name. Nothing but the harsh sound of their breathing filled the air; she could barely keep her eyes open.

  Carefully withdrawing from her body, Caleb disposed of the condom then pulled her from the floor to sit on his lap on the couch. The hair on his thighs abraded her tender ass, the jolt of pain chasing away any residual sleepiness.

  Ethan grabbed a blanket from the back the chair and spread it over both her and Caleb.

  She smiled her thanks at him, her cheeks flushing. Now that it was over, she couldn’t quite believe she’d had sex with all three of them. In the heat of the moment, it had seemed like a great idea. Now? She wasn’t quite sure.

  Caleb wrapped his arms around her and tugged her against his chest. “How about you two give a man and his mate a little privacy?”

  “Not your mate,” she muttered against his neck.

  Both Ethan and Jake chuckled as they dressed then kissed the top of her head.

  “You know,” Jake said. “If you want to ditch Caleb, I’m totally available.”

  “Me, too,” Ethan added.

  She couldn’t quite suppress a giggle, her embarrassment fading.

  “Out.” Caleb scowled at his brothers. “Both of you.”

  * * * *

  Caleb woke with a start, gray morning light filling the room and his bed empty and cold. Where was Brenna? Concern filled him as he left his room. Did she regret what had happened last night?

  “Bren?”

  He peered out the kitchen window and sagged with relief. Her car was still there, and when he glanced around, he noticed their clothes still on the floor where they’d left them. Moving to the living room window, he spotted her out on the beach, wearing what looked to be his flannel pajama bottoms and sweatshirt. He took a quick shower, pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt and headed out to her. She sat with her arms wrapped around her drawn up knees, watching the waves crash on the shoreline.

  She smiled at him as he approached and sat down behind her, placing his legs on either side of her body. “Hey, you,” she murmured.

  Despite the fact that she’d rolled up the legs and sleeves of his shirt and pants, she was still swimming in them. There was something intrinsically hot about seeing a woman in his clothing—especially Brenna. Her damp hair was tucked behind her ears and she looked sleepy and sated. And relaxed. For the first time since he’d seen her yesterday, she didn’t look stressed out. He was glad he’d sent Ethan and Jake home last night. This was a moment he didn’t want to share with anyone else.

  She sighed and stretched her legs out in front of her on the sand, leaning back against him. “I knew I missed home, but I didn’t realize just how much until I saw the lake again.”

  He nodded. “There’s nothing like it.”

  “I miss having four seasons and snow days.” She looked at the trees that ran the length of the shore. “I really miss autumn. Nothing changes where I am. And Christmas lights without snow is just something I’ll never get used to.”

  “There’s nothing stopping you from coming back,” he pointed out.
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  She sat up straight. The tension, that had been blissfully absent, returned. “That ship has sailed.”

  Frustration flared to life. “Then turn it around, and sail it back.”

  She turned and just looked at him, then faced front again to watch the water.

  He wrapped his arms around her waist and took a deep breath. “At least, answer me this—truthfully. Are you happy out there? Do you have whatever it was that was missing from your life here?”

  Her gray eyes clouded with tears, but she rapidly blinked them away. She was quiet for the longest time and he thought she wouldn’t answer. But finally, she slumped against him, looking defeated. “I have a couple friends; the dating scene is dismal at best. I spend most of my time in the tiny studio in my apartment.”

  The thought of her dating anyone rankled—especially after last night, but he kept silent.

  “Mostly, I work,” she said. “And to be honest, I can illustrate books from anywhere.”

  “Okay, so move. Go somewhere else that makes you happy. Or come home.”

  “I can’t. Moving back is out of the question.”

  “Look, I don’t pretend to know what’s going on between you and your dad.” He sighed. “Neither one of you will talk about it, but there are plenty of other people here who would love for you to come home.”

  She frowned, setting down her mug and turning all the way around to face him. “And I’m sure that with all this mate talk, you’re at the top of the list.”

  “I’m at the top of the list of people who want to see you happy. And if you were happy in California and wanted me, then I’d go there to be with you.”

  Surprise widened her eyes, but she didn’t say anything.

  He pulled her back into his arms, and she laid her head against his chest. She was quiet for the longest time, and he thought she must have fallen asleep, but she shifted and finally spoke.

  “I was actually hoping that when I saw my dad at the wedding we could finally move past things. I thought maybe he’d be happy to see me. That he might have even missed me.”

  Caleb tightened his arms around her. The pain in her voice made his chest ache. He opened his mouth to tell her that he was sure that Joe had missed her, but he honestly didn’t know, and he wasn’t about to lie to her. Any time he’d brought up Brenna to her father, the man had shut the conversation down immediately, his anger unmistakable.

  “What happened between you two?” he finally asked.

  Her slim shoulders lifted against his chest in a half-hearted shrug. “I wasn’t the kid he wanted. I was a disappointment.”

  He snorted. “How does a full-ride scholarship and successful artist translate into a disappointment?”

  “When the child in question isn’t a shifter and that’s all her daddy has ever wanted.”

  He could almost taste the bitterness in her voice. The horrible truth of Joe’s interest in the three Mahingan boys became suddenly and painfully clear. Caleb’s heart ached for her.

  And he’d never figured it out. His mother had been so grateful that Joe had provided a father-figure in their lives that Caleb had viewed it through that same lens, never understanding that they’d been hurting a little girl who’d just wanted her father’s love. Rage filled him. Rage at Joe and rage at himself for being too stupid to figure it out. He’d deal with Joe later. Right now, his biggest concern was his mate.

  “I’m so sorry, Bren.”

  She shifted in his arms again and urged him to look down at her. Lifting her lips to his, she kissed him. Her mouth was soft and sweet against his. “Don’t be sorry. Just make me forget.”

  Chapter Six

  Caleb slid his fingers through her hair, angling her head to kiss her more deeply. If Brenna wanted to forget, he’d help her forget. At the moment, he was more than happy to do the same. He hated the revelation that Joe had treated her like that, but her story rang true, and it explained so damn much. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it before.

  He pulled her onto his lap, and she straddled him, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. The slide of her pussy along the already hardening ridge of his cock stiffened him further. Slipping his hands beneath her borrowed sweatshirt, he stroked her skin, urging her closer.

  The wind grew stronger, and cold rain spattered them. Laughing, she glanced at the roiling black clouds overhead. Lightning split the sky, and the following crack of thunder was so loud, the ground vibrated beneath them. She climbed off him and pulled him up from the sand. Still holding hands, they ran to the house as the sky opened up, dumping a deluge of rain and hailstones on them, soaking them almost instantly. As soon as they were inside, she tugged on his shirt, dragging it over his head and baring his chest.

  Stepping closer, she pressed her lips to nearly every inch of skin she could reach, the warmth of her mouth contrasting sharply with his cold, rain-wet flesh. He pulled off the damp shirt she wore and let it drop, before yanking at the drawstring that held up the too-big pants. They slipped down her legs leaving her naked and shivering in the middle of the kitchen.

  Dropping to her knees, she opened the fly of his jeans and quickly freed his cock. She wrapped her chilly fingers around it and guided the hard length to her lips. The combination of her cold hands and the heat of her mouth as she teased the swollen head sent streaks of pleasure that shot down his spine and tightened his balls.

  She looked up at him through her lashes as she took him deeper. He watched the way her lips stretched around him. She was so damn beautiful. And she was his. It had been agonizing last night to see her go down on his brothers. It had also excited him more than he’d imagined possible. Watching as they’d taken turns fucking her mouth, sucking her nipples and making her come. Watching as she’d milked them dry, swallowing everything they had to offer. It had been amazing. It had also just about killed him. He and his brothers had shared plenty of women in the past, but he’d never experienced that kind of gut twisting jealousy. Obviously, the difference was knowing that Brenna was his mate.

  But it was bigger than that, he admitted. Most of the gut twisting jealousy was simply because she was Brenna, and he’d been more than half in love with her for years. He doubted that it would take much to push him across the border into fully in love. If he wasn’t there already.

  Brenna circled the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue, bringing him back to the present. As he stared at her, she completely engulfed him, taking him all the way down her throat, sucking so hard he thought he’d lose it right there. He was too damn close, but as much as he wanted to come now, he wouldn’t. He tangled his hands in her hair and gently pulled her off.

  She looked up at him, her eyes bright with amusement and desire. “Yes?”

  He tugged her to her feet and, scooping her into his arms, carried her down the hall and tossed her in the middle of his bed. She landed with a laugh and pushed up on her elbows, watching him and waiting.

  Her nipples were taut little buds that begged for his touch, and he was only too eager to comply. Dark pink tips crowned pale breasts that trembled with each ragged breath. His gaze greedily followed the lines of her body, committing the sight of her in his bed to memory.

  It was almost impossible to believe that Brenna was here with him—even though he’d had her last night in the woods and again in his living room. Those seemed more like dreams than reality. But seeing her naked in his bed was reality at its finest.

  Pushing his pants the rest of the way off, he followed her down, pinning her to the mattress and taking her mouth again. Nothing was better than this. The taste of his mate on his tongue. The feel of her in his arms. The only thing he really needed was to claim her. He could, of course, do it without her permission, but he refused to do that to her. She had to want him. Forever. If she didn’t, he wasn’t sure what he’d do. But for now, he pushed that worry out of his head and focused on her.

  He dragged kisses along her jaw and neck and over her collarbone. His teeth
ached to sink into the gentle curve between her neck and shoulder and mark her as his, but he held himself back. Barely.

  Instead, he pressed kisses to her sternum, nuzzling the inner curves of her breasts before finally making his way to a tight nipple. Taking one into his mouth, he drew on it, loving the way it hardened further against his tongue. He sucked and bit at the sensitive bundle of nerves until she was writhing beneath him, lifting her hips and demanding that he fill her.

  “Not yet, brat.”

  Instead, he switched his attention to her other nipple, making her cry out with what seemed to be equal parts frustration and pleasure. She tangled her fingers in his hair, trying to hold his head where she wanted it. But she wasn’t calling the shots today. Ignoring her overt hints, he continued his downward path, loving the way she trembled beneath him.

  With a hand on each silky, soft thigh, he spread her legs and leaned forward, nuzzling her sensitive skin as he inched closer to her pussy. He wanted to take his time—to make it last for her. Spreading her lips, he drew his tongue along her cleft, her flavor filling his mouth. Her scent and taste were addictive. He needed more.

  “Oh, God,” she groaned. Her fingernails scraped against his scalp. She held him steady as she lifted her hips rhythmically against his mouth.

  He suckled at her while she squirmed beneath him. Her hands left his head to trail upward, over her stomach to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples. His cock throbbed at the sight of it. She was stunning—her skin flushed, her breathing shallow.

  He traced the length of her slit with his tongue, dipping into the opening of her pussy and stroking through her folds again, careful to avoid her clit. She struggled, trying to get him to touch her where she wanted it, but he wouldn’t be hurried. Instead, he threw an arm across her waist and held her to the mattress. As he’d expected, the move made her wetter. At some point, he’d have to make good on his promise to tie her to his bed. He knew she’d love it.