by Becca Van
“Oh.” She moaned as her sensitive wet tissues spread open as the broad, bulbous head of his dick speared into her pussy. He was so thick and long, she couldn’t wait to get him all the way inside of her.
Her legs trembled as she slid up and down over his hard cock, coating him in her juices and making the glide easier each time she rose and fell, until she’d taken him all the way inside of her cunt. Tammy held still savoring every twitch and pulse of his cock inside of her. She was stuffed full and it felt amazingly good, but now that she knew how much better it could be if she moved, she couldn’t stay still any longer.
“Fuck, Tams. You’re so hot. Wet. Tight.” Hopper gritted his teeth.
“You’re so big.”
“Are you okay?” Hopper asked, gripping her ribs. “You’re not too sore, are you?”
“I’m not sore at all.” Tammy panted and then rose up until the head of his cock rested inside of her entrance. She stared into his eyes as she slowly lowered herself over him again. It was pure, unadulterated, torturous pleasure going at a snail’s pace, but the friction along her wet walls was so wondrous, she intended to relish each and every stroke of his cock inside of her pussy. She hadn’t been in control when Phelan had made love to and claimed her, and it was a heady experience being the one that was in charge for a change. She didn’t delude herself into thinking it would last long, but while she had the chance, she was going to enjoy every moment of it. Her heart surged with love as she locked gazes with Hopper. His blue eyes were glowing, which meant his sabear was close to the surface, but there was something else deep in his gaze she couldn’t quite work out.
“Faster, sweets.” Hopper’s fingers tightened on her ribs, and though she wanted to obey his command, she was having too much fun to end this too soon. She’d only ever have one first time to look back and remember, and she intended to take her time for as long as she could.
She rose up and lowered herself again, and then she changed to rocking her hips forward and back. That had the heat growing even more intense, but she stubbornly kept at the same slow pace, torturing both of them.
“Tammy,” Hopper bit out from between clenched teeth. She shook her head and moaned when her clit brushed over his pubis causing her internal muscles to ripple and clench. That seemed to break the camel’s back, or maybe she should say, Hopper’s control.
A low, rumbling growl started deep in his chest, vibrating up and out of his mouth. Tammy gasped when her world turned topsy turvy, and blinked her vision back into focus to find herself flat on her back with Hopper hovering over her.
“Sorry. Can’t wait.” Hopper slanted his mouth over hers, his tongue licking into her mouth, rubbing along before twirling around hers. When he broke the kiss, he nibbled and nipped his way down toward her breasts, and just as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, he began to pump his hips.
Tammy groaned as his dick caressed along her wet internal walls creating a delectable friction she wanted more of. Hopper bent over her, bracing his weight on either side of her shoulders as he curved his back and thrust into her so deeply she felt the tip of his cock bump her cervix.
“Oh.” She flinched as she gripped his forearms, digging her nails into his flesh.
“Did that hurt, Tams?”
She nodded.
“Sorry, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.”
Tammy opened her mouth to respond but her words fled as he withdrew his cock to her entrance and drove back in. This time he was careful to not touch bottom. She spread her legs further and brought them up higher toward her body and groaned as Hopper surged into her pussy. The angle felt so much better, and as he speared into her cunt, the head of his cock rubbed over a really sensitive spot inside of her.
Hopper must have felt it too because he released the nipple he’d been sucking to ask, “It that the spot, Tams?” He pulled out and pushed back in causing her to moan again. “Right there, isn’t it, sweetheart?”
“Yes.” Tammy gasped and hoped she wasn’t hurting him with her nails, but she couldn’t seem to make herself let go. “So good.”
“Heaven, Tams, absolute heaven.”
Tammy closed her eyes when tears threatened. She wasn’t naïve enough to think that Hopper and Phelan had remained chaste just because she was their mate, but hearing him say that about her had her heart filling with joy and feminine pride.
“Open your eyes, sweetheart,” Hopper commanded.
Tammy opened her eyes and met his hungry gaze. There was so much going on in those blue orbs, but she couldn’t decipher any of it. Plus, she was too intent on the pleasure he was giving her. Maybe later when she and the mating heat had been satiated she’d try to figure it out.
Hopper shoved up off his hands and for a moment Tammy thought he was going to pull out and leave her, but before she could ask what he was doing, he gripped her waist, and without breaking their intimate contact, lifted her onto his thighs. He was sitting on bent legs and she was sitting on his lap, impaled by his cock and facing him.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” Hopper whispered just before he slammed his mouth over hers.
Tammy rubbed her hands over his chest and up to his muscular shoulders. Just as she gripped him, he clasped her hips and began moving her up and down, forward and back. She moaned and tried to pick up his rhythm so she could move with him, but just as she thought she had it down pat, he changed it, so she gave up and hung on for the ride.
Tammy gasped when his shaft rubbed against her clit and groaned as he slammed her back down onto his hard cock. Each time he lifted and lowered her he increased the pace until her ass cheeks were slapping against his thighs. Her nipples brushed against his chest, abrading them with pleasurable tingles that shot straight down her to pussy and clit, and her insides were so hot, they felt as if they were melting.
Again and again, he lifted and lowered her until her legs were trembling and felt like jelly. Every time she took his hard cock into her pussy, the friction grew and she was sobbing for breath. Her internal muscles rippled around his erection and the pressure inside grew. The coil inside tautened until she was sure she was about to break apart.
And then she did.
“Hopper!” Tammy screamed as euphoria assailed her, inside and out. She was swept up one wave only to plunge down the other side before being swept up again. The whole time she was coming, Hopper continued to lift her before slamming her back down onto his hard dick. Lights sparked before her eyes as she shook and shivered with ecstasy. On and on the orgasm went, until she shot up to the stars. Just as the contractions began to wane Hopper lifted and lowered her again and then he sank his canines into her shoulder and sent her flying right back up toward the heavens.
Tammy’s mouth gaped open on a silent scream. Her body quaked and quivered and juices spurted from her pussy. Her ears rang when Hopper roared against her skin, his voice still loud even though it was partially muffled.
Sparks of rapture fired throughout her body and into her brain. Shards of lightning flashed in front of her eyes, but were quickly replaced by an inky blackness she couldn’t fight off. Tammy’s body convulsed and then she sighed as she fell into the black abyss.
* * * *
Hopper jerked and juddered as Tammy’s cunt milked the cum from his balls. Each time he thought he was spent, another aftershock shook her small frame. Her pussy muscles gripped his cock and he shot another stream of semen deep into her body. When Tammy sighed and slumped against him, he wrapped his arms around her body and held her close. He was mated with the love of his life and would never have to watch her from afar again.
He swallowed around the constricting, emotional lump in his throat and tried to blink the tears back, but one escaped from each eye and rolled down his cheeks. Tammy moaned and shivered against him, but otherwise didn’t stir. Hopper lifted his head from her shoulder and eyed his bite wound. It looked puffy and swollen and was still bleeding sluggishly even though he’d licked it. He felt a little guilty for sinking his teeth into her so deeply, but
he’d never feel guilty for claiming her as his.
Hopper glanced toward the bedroom door when he heard movement. He shouldn’t have been surprised to see Phelan had showered and dressed, but he was. He hadn’t even heard his best friend in the shower, let alone walk through the bedroom and leave.
“Is she all right?”
Hopper supported Tammy’s head with his hand as he tilted it back. Her eyes were closed, her lashes dark against her pink hued cheeks. She was breathing evenly and deeply and he figured he’d been sitting there holding her against him longer than he’d thought. “She’s asleep.”
Phelan nodded as he came further into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Can you feel the bond?”
Hopper frowned and looked inside of himself. There was a small spark in his heart and soul but it was too small to see very well. It was about the size of a pin head and when he expanded his senses out toward Tammy trying to feel her through their mating bond, he didn’t feel anything.
“No,” he answered in a hoarse whisper. “Do you think she’s blocking us?”
“That would be my guess.” Phelan rubbed the back of his neck.
“How? Why?” Hopper asked. He’d never heard of the like in all of his thirty years. He’d listened to his mom and dads’ talk about the mating bond when they’d been alive, and he heard Tarik’s and Tammy’s parents discussing how magical it was, but this…he didn’t know what this was.
“She’s had to build walls. My guess is that those walls that she built to keep us out, and to keep herself from getting hurt, are as natural to her as breathing.”
“Shit. How are we going to get her to smash them down?” Hopper asked.
Phelan shrugged nonchalantly but Hopper knew his friend was just as worried as he was since his hands were in fists and his jaw was clenched tight. Had their avoidance of their mate damaged her beyond repair? Would she ever trust them enough to really let them into her heart?
Hopper wished he had the answer, but he didn’t. Even though Tammy had agreed to mate with him and Phelan, they didn’t have her bound to them yet. She might not have been able to resist the mating heat, but she could resist any overtures they made to make up for their years of avoidance.
He’d been so excited and happy when she’d agreed to be their mate, but he wasn’t now. Hopper was worried that Tammy’s emotions were so locked up, he and Phelan would never be able to touch her heart. He wished he could turn back time and do the last nine years over, but that wasn’t possible. He wished he and Phelan had waited until they’d earned her trust before they’d claimed her. Hopper sighed as he rubbed a hand over his face. As the sixteenth century saying said, “If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.” If he and Phelan could change what had gone by, they would have everything they wanted. Namely Tammy, lock, stock, and barrel. She would be theirs without question and they would be hers.
From what he couldn’t feel through the mating bond, he and Phelan had their work cut out for them. They might have her body, but they definitely didn’t have her heart and soul.
Hopper was going to do everything within his power to win her over and hoped that Phelan would put his dominance on the backburner until they’d won her heart, her love, but he had a feeling the days ahead were going to be rocky. Tammy and Phelan were similar in some ways. They were both stubborn asses when they had their minds set. Hopper just hoped he was a good enough mediator when they went for each other’s throats. And he had no doubt that they would.
He prayed when the smoke cleared, that all three of them would still be standing.
* * * *
Tammy sighed, stretched, and winced. Her muscles were sore and so were other private places on her body. She shifted and froze when she realized she wasn’t alone. Her foot had brushed up against a warm, hairy leg and there was a heavy weight over her waist as well as a body pressed up against her back. She didn’t remember falling asleep, but she did remember the mind-blowing orgasms and mating with Phelan and Hopper. Although she was happy that her mates’ animals wouldn’t be able to take over the man, she wasn’t sure if she’d done the right thing. She mentally shook her head. There was no way she’d ever condemn them to losing their humanity and turning into the wild animals they had inside. However, Tammy didn’t know how either man really felt about her. She’d heard her mom and dads talking about their mating bond, how strong and wonderful it was for them to feel each other’s emotions and being able to give the others whatever they needed, but as Tammy looked inside herself, reaching for Phelan and Hopper, she didn’t feel anything.
Pain slashed into her heart and dejection settled into her soul. Phelan and Hopper hadn’t given her the time of day in years, and though they’d explained their reasoning to her, she wondered if they’d only mated with her because of the mating heat. Had they only claimed her because they couldn’t control the lust which had been burning them up from the inside? Had they only claimed her so they wouldn’t lose their human sides? Had they only claimed her because it was expected of them?
Tears burned her eyes, but she pushed them back. She wasn’t about to show them how vulnerable and uncertain she was feeling. Her mates weren’t stupid men, and if they realized how much they could hurt her, they would know how much they meant to her. That would be a travesty, in her opinion. She wasn’t about to wear her heart out on her sleeve where anyone could see it. No. She was going to continue living each day as she had been—Tammy was good at hiding her feelings and she wasn’t about to change that for anyone, especially her mates.
She blinked her eyes open, clearing the sleep haze from her vision, and was relieved to see that both of her men were still sound asleep. She couldn’t help but take in their handsome visages when they were unguarded and weren’t watching her back. Phelan was so serious most of the time, but in sleep, the tight lines of tension were nowhere in sight. His lips were slightly parted as he breathed deeply and evenly, and she was surprised to see those bows were a lot fuller than she’d thought they were. Maybe she hadn’t noticed because he nearly always held them in a straight line. She’d loved to see that seriousness change, to see him smiling and laughing, but she wasn’t sure she was the right person to make that happen. The only time she ever let her guard down was with Celeste, her mom, dads, and her brother, but those times were becoming rarer and rarer.
Tammy eyed the stubble on Phelan’s jaw and though she wanted to touch and feel, she didn’t give into the urge. She didn’t want him waking up. His was the arm slung over her waist, and though she wanted to spend as much time as she could snuggling with him and Hopper, she couldn’t. That would be another give away on how much she loved spending time with them. It was time to get up and get away. She had work to do.
Tammy lifted Phelan’s arm from her waist and froze when he mumbled before sighing and rolling away from her. She glanced at Hopper over her shoulder, another soft, relieved sigh escaping her mouth when she saw he was also still asleep. Getting out of bed and away from him would be harder since his front was plastered to her back. The only consolation was that he wasn’t wrapped up around her like paper on a Christmas present.
With slow deliberation, she snagged the pillow under her head and gently eased it between their bodies. Once she had it positioned where she wanted it, Tammy gently shimmied her way up toward the headboard, and when she was free of the covers, crawled slowly toward the foot of the bed. When she was standing, she stared at the two men who’d taken her as a mate and hoped that one day they would like spending time with her like they used to when she was a kid. Nonetheless, she wasn’t about to hold her breath.
Tammy picked up her clothes and snuck out to the living room. She shivered and goose bumps raced over her skin in the cold air, but she knew she wouldn’t feel the coolness once she pulled her clothes on. Was her not being able to shift one of the reasons Phelan and Hopper hadn’t wanted to claim her previously? Were they prejudiced about being her mates because she couldn’t change into an animal like they could?
She shook her head. They’d never said anything disparaging to her or her mom in regards to not being able to turn into an animal, and if they had been prejudiced, surely their parents would have picked up on that little tidbit when they’d been alive. None of the females with sabear DNA could turn into an animal so if they were biased it surely would have shown in their attitudes before now.
Sadness assailed her as she remembered the photo of her mates’ parents. Phelan’s parents had died before she’d been born. They had been caught in a freak snowstorm. The snap freezing temperatures had claimed their lives.
Hopper’s parents had also died because of a storm when the plane they’d been traveling in had experienced difficulties and crashed. There had been no survivors, and though she’d cried a bucket over his parents’ demise, the only thing that had kept running through her head at the time was that at least Hopper hadn’t been a little kid. He was twenty-two when his parents had died.
Phelan had only been five when he’d lost his family, although that hadn’t made it any easier for either of them. Hopper’s parents had taken Phelan in and raised him as if he was their own. She’d tried to offer them what little comfort she could, but she’d only been a teenager herself and had ended up crying all over them. Looking back now she hoped they hadn’t seen her as weak. She hadn’t seen either man shed a tear, but then, she didn’t live with them. They could have cried buckets behind closed doors, but she didn’t think they had. Phelan and Hopper were strong and didn’t let their emotions rule them.
Sometimes she wondered if they felt anything at all. Especially where she was concerned.
Tammy opened the front door, and after glancing back toward the bedroom, stepped out into the cold morning air and headed home.
She glanced at her watch and rubbed her eyes when she saw it was only three in the morning, but she didn’t care. She’d slept after making love with her men and had too much energy to try and sleep anymore. Plus, she had a painting to finish. This one was the winter landscape, and though she’d been excited about it when she’d started, now she couldn’t seem to drum up any enthusiasm at all. In her mind’s eye, she kept picturing Phelan and Hopper. Maybe one day soon she’d get to paint them as they were today. Happy and content instead of uptight and serious.