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As he continued to trail kisses along her jaw, she tilted her head, giving him better access. Her sweet submission was so fucking sexy, and Devon felt his cock jerk, eager to be let out to play. Damn, it had been a long time since he’d had this much pent up frustration. He knew Ben and Adam fucked several times a month, but one-night stands weren’t his way. He couldn’t seem to allow himself to just take pleasure in another’s body without some kind of commitment.
This woman though. This one was his, his and Ben’s and Adam’s. It would be so much better to please her, knowing he could learn everything about her, all of her likes and dislikes. And after watching her for two days, protecting her, need burned through his blood, heating him until he felt like he’d combust.
“I…I don’t have any condoms,” Sandy muttered distractedly.
He did a mental fist pump, knowing she was caving. “Don’t need ‘em, baby,” he whispered, wrapping lips around her ear and sucking gently. Her soft mewl of pleasure was nearly his undoing. Reining in his wolf, he added, “We can’t get you pregnant until after we claim you.”
“Wha—what…”
He knew what she was trying to ask, even as her brain shut down. She’s such a sweet, curious mate. Releasing her ear, he open-mouthed kissed his way back down her neck. “To claim their mate, a shifter will sink their teeth into them. Some do it here,” he nipped where her shoulder met her neck. “Some do it on the back of the neck, and others do it over the heart.”
“And you won’t do that to me?”
Devon pulled away slightly and stared into her green eyes. “I have every intention of claiming you, Sandy, but not until Ben and Adam are with us, too. It’s something that should be done together.”
“You want me to bite you guys, too?” she asked, frowning.
Chuckling, he leaned forward and kissed her again. He sure didn’t want her to start thinking too hard. “Maybe, but it’s not necessary. We’ll talk about that. There are still a lot of things to talk about,” he admitted. “But right now,” he said, getting back to what both their bodies craved. “Let me take care of you.” He slid his hands under her shirt and up her sides. His cock leaked another drop of pre-cum when he discovered she wasn’t wearing a bra. Devon scraped his thumbs along the sides of her breasts, moving closer and closer to the hard nipples straining against her shirt.
Sandy’s eyes glazed back over before they slid shut. She thrust her breasts toward Devon, moaning, “Yes.”
He took that as consent and rubbed a thumb over each nipple, teasing the tight buds. He’d felt them through the thin layers of her dress and bra a couple nights ago, but nothing compared to the actual feel of her soft skin, the plump nubs, and the overwhelming reactions that actually touching her caused.
Sandy’s breath came in hitching pants, and she made the most incredible sounds when he moved his hands to cup those full mounds. Hell yeah, they were perfect. He had to see them. Devon paused just long enough to ease Sandy’s shirt over her head, revealing those beautiful, rose flushed breasts.
Her dusky nipples jutted toward him, begging to be tasted. Devon wasted no time. He leaned forward and latched onto one hard nub, sucking and nibbling the pebbled flesh. With one hand he cupped the other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple. Lifting his gaze, he loved the flush covering his mate’s breasts and neck as she threw her head back and enjoyed his pleasuring of her body.
With his other hand, he reached for her jean’s button and quickly undid it. The zipper followed. He just about came when he saw she wasn’t wearing any underwear either. “Oh, fuck, baby, that’s so sexy,” he groaned against her flesh.
He quickly slipped a hand down the front of her pants, his fingers diving into her wet folds. Sandy gasped loudly as he sank a finger into her dripping sheath. Shit, he couldn’t wait to get his cock in there. But first…he used his thumb to scrape across her swollen clit, making her breath hitch.
“Oh, yes, Devon. Please,” she cried out.
He loved the sound of his name on her lips as she moaned with passion. He smiled and let her nipple slide from his mouth as he lifted his head. “Let’s get these off, baby, so I can take care of you.” Hating the interruption, but knowing there was no way around it, he gently set her on her feet and helped her shed her jeans, sneakers, and socks. Seconds later, his naked mate stood before him, flushed and needy.
A glance down showed the dew glistening on the cropped, curly hair hiding her feminine folds. Holding her steady, Devon leaned forward and licked between her thighs, tasting her creamy essence. Sweet, musky ambrosia exploded on his tongue and he knew one taste wasn’t enough. Of this woman, he’d never get enough. Shifting her legs farther apart, he slid his tongue into her wet entrance, scooping out more cream, lapping at her folds.
Sandy moaned and rocked against him, pushing her pussy harder against his face. Bringing up a hand, he resumed the pressure and rub against her clit. Seconds later, she came apart around him, her body in spasms and rocking against his face and fingers.
He continued to lick and suck, loving the heady essence of her release. When Sandy’s shivers began to subside, he tossed off the blanket, his cock springing free. Grabbing her hips, Devon pulled her back onto his lap. With his shaft poised at her entrance, he didn’t even hesitate as he lowered Sandy onto his aching erection.
Once her hips settled against his, swallowing him balls deep, he shivered and moaned at the feel of her hot, wet, heat enveloping him. Devon pulled her body flush to his, lifted her slightly off him, and latched onto her lips. He began rocking his hips up, sinking his shaft into Sandy again and again as he plundered her mouth.
Knowing it wouldn’t take him long, Devon lifted one hand to her folds, groaning when he swiped a finger along his shaft as it slipped in and out of her. Then he found her clit again, and Sandy let out a cry of pleasure.
Growling low, Devon started to jack his hips, driving in and out of her. He held her steady with one hand and worked her clit with the other. Seconds later, Sandy came again, throwing her head back and screaming his name to the rafters. Her womb clenched around him, tightening deliciously, and Devon roared his own release as spurt after spurt of seed soaked his mate’s womb.
Devon pulled Sandy close, holding her tight as they both trembled. “Damn, baby,” he muttered into her neck. He licked her neck, loving her skin’s salty taste and dreaming of the day when he’d mark her as his own.
When Sandy finally lifted her head, she smiled, sexy and satisfied. “I suppose we have some things to talk about, huh?”
Smiling back, Devon nodded. “We do, Sandy. I have a bag hidden out back. I’ll go get it, then we’ll get cleaned up and call Ben. He and Adam need to be here for this talk.”
“Okay.”
Chapter Seven
Devon had told him the door would be open, and the minute Ben walked in, he smelled it—sex, cum, and pheromones. He heard Adam moan, and barely managed to bite back his own as his shaft lengthened, uncomfortable in the confines of his pants. Fuck, it smells good in here. If he weren’t so pissed about Devon telling him about the cougars, he’d be ready to shuck his jeans, grab his aching length, and stroke it to completion just to relieve the ache in his dick.
As it was, he couldn’t stop the pre-cum from oozing from the head of his cock and soaking his briefs. Sexually frustrated beyond anything he could remember, he growled, “Devon?”
“Upstairs, Ben,” his beta called.
He led the way upstairs, feeling Adam a step behind him. Reaching the top, he looked around a large loft and spotted Devon sitting in a chair near the bed. He wore his jeans low on his hips with the top button undone. No shirt was in sight and the damp blond curls running down the center of his chest and disappearing into the man’s jeans made Ben’s brows lift. From the sight and smell of things, his beta had been fortunate indeed.
Sandy sat on the bed, her back propped up on the headboard, her arms wrapped around her knees which were pulled to her chest. She wore a pair of grey
jogging shorts and a white t-shirt that showed off her full breasts, and accentuated the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
He brought his gaze up to her oval face, and he couldn’t think of anything more beautiful than her clean, smooth skin and striking green eyes. She watched him as he stalked toward her, unable to stop himself. Her gaze flickered between him and Adam, who still followed behind him, but she didn’t cringe or move away from the approaching pair.
Stopping next to the bed, needing to touch, Ben cupped Sandy’s cheek, leaned down, and brushed his lips over hers. The scent of arousal in the air thickened, and although he wanted to, he didn’t deepen the kiss, knowing they had things to discuss first, along with the fact that if he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from taking her right then and there. He pulled back reluctantly. “You are well?” he whispered against her lips.
“Yeah,” she answered huskily.
Breaking contact, he looked toward Devon, taking in the bandages just peeking around the curve of his lower back. “And you?” Ben asked, not liking the man’s pale skin.
Devon smiled and motioned him over. Knowing what his friend needed, Ben didn’t hesitate to go to the man. He wrapped his hand around the nape of Devon’s neck and rubbed his cheek against the other wolf’s neck. The move let his beta know he understood and accepted what he smelled had taken place downstairs.
When Ben pulled back, Devon grinned. “Now I’m great.”
When Ben looked back over at Sandy, Adam was curled up behind her, holding her tight to his chest. Ben smiled. Fuck, that looks so right. Sandy’s eyes were big, and he noticed one of Adam’s hands gently massaging a nipple while the other rubbed her mound between her now slightly parted legs. The scent of arousal spiked in the air, and Ben’s hand tightened involuntarily in Devon’s hair.
“That’s sexy as fuck,” Devon growled.
“Shit,” Ben groaned. With an effort, he released Devon. “Talk. We need to talk first.”
Adam groaned but nodded, moving his hands to rest on Sandy’s waist. The woman moaned, clearly displeased with the loss of stimulation. Kissing her neck, Adam murmured, “Relax, sweetness. We have things to tell you first.”
Sandy took several long shuddering breaths in an effort to calm herself, her breasts rising and falling with the effort, which did nothing to ease the pulsing dick in Ben’s jeans. Tearing his gaze away from the pair, he strode to the foot of the bed and sprawled across the end, close enough to touch Sandy’s legs, but not so close as to lose himself…yet. Only one thing was missing. He looked at his other beta. “Devon, get your ass over here,” he commanded.
Devon grinned. He walked around the bed and settled next to Adam, one leg stretched out in front of him and the other knee bent. Looking over the three of them, Ben’s heart swelled. Shit, he was a lucky wolf. He had the two best friends a shifter could ask for, and the sexiest mate alive.
Focusing on business, he looked at Sandy. “Okay. You must have questions for us. Anything you want to start with?”
“How old are you?”
That wasn’t what he’d expected, but it was an understandable concern. “Adam and I are twenty-nine. Devon is twenty-eight.”
“You’re the alpha of your pack, right?” He nodded. Sandy nibbled her bottom lip as she glanced around at them. The movement drew Ben’s attention to her mouth, and he found himself wanting to sooth the abused flesh. He struggled to focus on her words when she asked, “Adam is a Park Ranger. Do you two have jobs?”
Ben chuckled, loving that his mate seemed interested in the more mundane details first. “I have a degree in software design and work from home designing web pages. It allows me to set my own hours, giving me the freedom to deal with pack business when it arises.”
“I’m a member of the Catskill Mountain Club,” Devon said. “I’m one of a number of guides that take people hunting, fishing, hiking, or other activities in the mountains. I keep track of where humans are going to be when they’re off the regular trails, and Ben uses the information to keep pack members away from those areas.” He grinned and winked. “We may be shifters, but we cohabitate this world with humans. The easiest way to do that is to hide.”
She nodded. “That makes sense.” Then she frowned. “Adam said the rogue wolf bit Lonnie, and that’s what started him changing into one of you. Devon said you all need to bite me to complete the mate-bond. Does that mean I’ll become a shifter, too?”
“Yes,” Ben said, seeing no reason to beat around the bush. “When shifters find their mate, they bond with them by biting them. When the mate is human, our saliva initiates the change once you get enough of it accumulated in your system. With three mates, it will happen much faster for you than if you were mated to only one of us,” he admitted.
“Will it hurt?”
Smiling, he shook his head. “I’ve been told it’s actually quite pleasurable.”
When she nodded again, Ben couldn’t help but think that she was taking this rather well. He wasn’t sure how Devon explained things, but the beta had done a damn good job. Of course, it could be the fact that he’d saved her from being ravaged by a pair of cougar shifters, which reminded him that he’d need to talk to Rance about that.
She nibbled on her lower lip again for a long moment, and Ben wondered where her questions would lead next.
“Why do I want to jump you guys all the time?” she finally whispered.
His brows shot up, and he glanced at his betas to verify that they’d heard the same words as he thought he did. Adam looked just as surprised, but Devon grimaced.
“It’s a little hard to keep our hands to ourselves, too,” his beta admitted.
Well, this was just a bit trickier to explain. Then he chuckled. No it wasn’t. “We’re shifters, darling. That is honest-to-God magic. The blue moon is on Halloween this year. Those two forces combined have thrown you into a type of mating heat.” He grimaced. “It makes you crave the touch of your mates.”
“Mating heat?” Sandy asked slowly.
“Yeah. You’re part shifter, remember? It’s in your blood. You share your soul with a wolf, Sandy.” Okay, that may not have been the best thing for him to say right then.
Sandy grimaced and looked away. “So, I can go into heat?” she whispered.
Adam squeezed his fingers where they rested on her hips. “We’re afraid so, sweetness…but only twice a year. At that time, you will crave contact with your mates. Specifically, sex, and we will do everything in our power to please you in every way possible.”
Ben watched Sandy’s gaze rove over them. “How long does it last?”
“A week,” Devon answered immediately.
“Oh,” she murmured, leaning into Adam’s touch. Ben wondered if she was even aware the she did it. “Does Fate decide that, too?”
Frowning, Ben shook his head. “For the most part, it’s genetics and timing.” He cleared his throat and glanced between his betas. Adam’s lips thinned while Devon frowned and lifted a brow. “You’re in heat now, baby,” Ben whispered. “That means in six months, or April, you’ll go into heat again.”
“So,” Sandy said, drawing out the word as she collected her thoughts. “I’m you three’s destined mate, fated to rule a pack of shifter wolves at your sides, plus I go into heat like a dog every six months, and you’re going to turn me into a wolf, too. Does that about sum it up?”
Devon chuckled. “You certainly hit the highlights, love.”
“What about kids?” she asked.
Ben’s brows rose, and he glanced around to see similar surprised expressions on his betas. “What about them?” he asked slowly. He had to admit, he’d never really given it much thought. He just assumed, like leading his pack, that they’d one day be a part of his life.
“I’m twenty-five. Until this thing with werewolves…”
“Shifters, sweetness,” Adam corrected gently.
“Right, shifters,” she answered dryly. “I had no plans for a husband or kids. I figured I’d
get around to finding a man eventually, but it wasn’t really on the top of my priority list, you know? And as far as kids, I don’t want them for at least a few more years. Five, maybe. I’ll think about it when I’m thirty,” she stated matter-of-factly.
Devon coughed, hiding a chuckle.
Sandy turned to him and scowled. “What?”
He shrugged. “Sorry. I just thought all women wanted kids.”
“Well, you’re wrong in that assumption,” she groused, crossing her arms over her chest.
Ben lifted a hand. “I completely agree with you,” he said softly, and from the look passing between Adam and Devon, he knew they recognized his tone for what it was, one of diplomatic placation. “I think we should spend the next few years getting to know you, and you us. There’s no reason to rush that kind of decision.” He grimaced. “Although, I will warn you that many of the others will ask you when you plan on breeding.”
“Breeding?” she gasped. “What am I? A horse?”
Adam rubbed his hands up and down her arms, trying to soothe her suddenly tense frame. “Sorry, Sandy,” he murmured, whispering kisses over her neck and ear, trying to calm her back down. “It’s what the pack calls it. It’s not meant to offend,” he assured.
Devon and Ben immediately nodded as well. “We’re wolves,” Devon reminded. “So if anyone calls you a bitch, try to remember it’s not necessarily meant as an insult.”
Ben watched Sandy stiffen anew.
“A bitch!” she snarled.
When she started to move as if to rise, Adam gripped her shoulders, holding her in place as Devon turned and gripped her hand. Ben watched both men dip their heads and rub their cheeks against her neck, one on either side. Ben reached out and massaged a foot. Seconds later, Sandy’s tension melted and the arousal scenting the area ratcheted up several notches. Ben couldn’t hold back a moan.