by Cara Adams
Gus watched Toby carefully. He’s the one most likely to object, Gus thought. Karen’s eyes were still closed but her body was just as relaxed as before he’d spoken. Toby had maintained the same position, but his shoulders had tightened. Hopefully he’d relax as Gus talked. Karen could be next, which would give Toby even more time to adjust.
“I’m the fourth of six kids. Both my parents came from big families, and a lot of my cousins lived near us. Our house was always filled with people and noise. It was usually a happy place with lots of positive energy, but I wasn’t one of the older kids to have any authority. And I wasn’t one of the babies to be looked after and spoiled. I sort of vanished into the middle of the chaos. As I got older I craved silence, order, and neatness. I discovered I was good at organizing things, remembering things, getting stuff sorted out. Becoming a Dom in the BDSM scene was a logical step. I was skilled at making everything work out much better than anyone else did.”
Once again he watched Karen and Toby. Karen was looking at him now, smiling and nodding. She understood where he was coming from. Toby’s head was still down, his gaze at the water, but he seemed no more tense than before. He certainly didn’t look as if he was about to jump out of the tub and run away.
“Karen?”
“You both already know I’m a werewolf shape-shifter and that I have a twin brother, Rowan. I suppose the fact that far more male wolves are born than female has influenced me. Most of the men who try to befriend me aren’t looking at me as a person. I’m desirable for what I am, rather than for who I am. They don’t see me as myself, so much as seeing a female wolf. I choose to be with the two of you because we mesh as people. You interest me as people, if that’s not too poorly expressed for you to understand what I mean.”
“Yes, I do understand, possibly because you two are some of the first people I’ve actually ever really wanted to get to know better.” Toby sat up straighter in the tub, crossing his legs and looking directly at Gus and Karen for the first time since they’d all sat down. Gus had the distinct impression that what Toby was about to say next would be very important.
“I’ve lived all over the country, in most states, in many of the big towns, out on farms and national parks. Pretty much everywhere. When I was a child my mother and I moved on usually every three or four months, always off somewhere new. The reason for this is that she had no identity documents, and neither do I. Her birth was never registered, and neither was mine. Mom said she could trace our ancestry back for two hundred years in America, but there wasn’t a single piece of paper to document that. So technically I’m an illegal alien.”
“Where were you born? Didn’t the hospital give your mom papers to fill in?” asked Karen.
Toby grinned. “I don’t actually remember being born.”
“Smart-ass.” Karen flicked water at him.
“I think I was probably born in Arizona. The desert is part of my first memories, and we did have friends there. Mom would’ve needed friends to help her in those earliest years when she was pregnant and I was newborn. I guess she took the papers and never filled them in. She tried to enroll me in school a couple of times, but each time the paperwork defeated her. After that she taught me herself.”
“So you just kept moving on all the time?” asked Gus as gently as possible.
“Yeah. Mom would work for a bit, usually as a waitress or somewhere there were good tips, then we’d rest up a bit, then when the money ran out we’d move to a new town. For three years we picked fruit, moving from farm to farm. That was a wonderful life for a kid because we could eat all the rejected fruit. Apricots, plums, berries. I loved that. When I was sixteen she up and left one day and never came back. I really don’t know if anything happened to her, but she left wearing human clothing, so I reckon she just wanted her freedom back. I kept living as we’d always done and it worked fine. Then when I stopped on Quinn’s farm I decided to rest for a while, and I’m still there.”
“There must be a way for you to get social security papers, though. Other people likely have lost their birth certificate and so on,” said Karen.
“But it would involve a lot of fuss and trouble. Interviews and examinations. Sooner or later someone would figure out I’m a shape-shifter just as you both did, and then my story would be revealed. And if I was under the government’s eye it’d be a whole lot harder to move on, to disappear, than it is now.”
“Oh yes. I didn’t think of that.”
“I see no other option but to continue on as I always have done,” Toby concluded, dropping his gaze to the water again.
“But I don’t want you to have to leave,” said Karen, sliding across the tub and hugging him.
“I don’t want to leave either. And I don’t have to yet. But one day—it’s inevitable, I’m afraid.”
“Nothing is inevitable. We can shape the world the way we want it to be within reason. We just haven’t figured out how to do it yet, in your case. But with three of us thinking about it, likely we can solve your problem. Other people must have faced the same situation before and overcome it. All we need to do is find out how they solved the problem and adapt their solution to fit your circumstances,” said Gus.
Toby didn’t look completely convinced, but at least his shoulders weren’t tensed and hunched over anymore.
“It’s a bit like trying to work out why George Thorne wanted to take over the shape-shifter clinic. All he would say was that it was his, when clearly it’s Oscar’s, not his. But everyone seems to think he must have had a reason for wanting it. It’s just I can’t seem to figure out what that reason was,” said Karen.
“I had a really good look around the gardens and couldn’t see any unusual plants that might have been valuable,” said Toby.
“Thanks.” Karen smiled at him and Gus saw the faintest hint of a blush on Toby’s cheekbones.
Well, that’s interesting. The friendship is truly getting stronger.
“You said you’d tried every avenue didn’t you?” asked Gus.
“The Alpha had me talk to all the people connected with the clinic. About all I found out was that everything anyone could think of had already been checked. More and more, I’m coming to the conclusion that George is just one of those people who, if he’s told he can’t have something, immediately sets out to get it.”
Yes, Gus had met people like that. It would have been a much more fulfilling conclusion if there had been a genuine reason for George Thorne’s attacks on the clinic, though, however crazy that reason might have seemed. Once again he looked at Karen and Toby. He thought Toby had relaxed again. Certainly his neck and shoulder muscles no longer appeared tense and tight. Karen had slumped lower in the water now, the bubbles around her neck. It was time to change up the action.
Gus stood up, careful not to splash the other two, and pulled a towel off the rack by the tub. He dropped it onto the floor, then wiped his feet before crossing the room to the double sinks. The drawer on the left was the one with the toys. The one on the right had shower gel and suchlike.
Gus rifled through the drawer, picking out a tube of waterproof gel and a black butt plug still in its wrapper. Then he came back across to the hot tub and climbed in. Both Karen and Toby were watching him. Toby’s cheeks were flushed again, and Karen’s breathing was noticeably heavier than just a few moments previous.
Good.
“If we are truly to become a triad, Toby and I need to double fuck you, Karen. Double penetration. Are you ready for that?”
“Hell yes.”
“Toby?”
“I’d like that, if Karen wants to.”
“Karen wants to,” said Karen.
Feisty and smart-mouthed. He loved that about her.
“How about you stand up then and face the wall. Rest your head on your crossed forearms, and stand with your feet apart,” ordered Gus.
Karen did so, moving as lithely and gracefully as she always did. She hardly made a splash, yet hadn’t seemed to take any extra care.
He loved the way she moved. He supposed it was the wolf in her, but it was a joy to watch. He could imagine she’d look amazing on the dance floor, too, and one day he and Toby would take her dancing so he could check that out. But not right now. Now it was time to prepare her for both of them to fuck her together.
Gus handed the lube to Toby. “Make sure she’s well stretched, and then we’ll insert the butt plug.”
“Me?”
Gus nodded. “You.”
Toby evidently still didn’t see himself as an equal partner. The man needs some serious boosts to his self-confidence. There has to be a way to get him papers without exposing him to the scrutiny of the authorities, or at least to authorities antagonistic to shape-shifters. It’s a damn shame he’s not a wolf. The Alpha might know of a way around the problem. Likely it’s happened to other shape-shifters in the past.
Gus made a mental note to suggest they talk to the Alpha at some stage, then concentrated on what was happening in the tub.
Karen was wiggling her ass at Toby, teasing him, tantalizing them both with her taut ass muscles and her lush hips. She was moving very slightly from side to side in a sexy way that almost made Gus swallow his tongue. Damn she was delicious. And a tease.
The wall behind the hot tub was actually a mirror, which meant her nipples and cunt were on display even though her back was to them. And she knew it, too. She had one knee bent a little so that it pushed her pelvis forward, and her pussy was clearly visible in the glass. Damn it, the woman was a wicked temptress. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was deliberately trying to drive them wild. And succeeding.
Gus unwrapped the butt plug, dropping the wrapping on the side of the tub, and handed the plug to Toby. Then he held his breath and watched as Toby gently inserted it, wiggling it and seesawing it as he gradually worked it deeper inside Karen. She was breathing heavily again, all teasing gone from her body language. She was as hot as they were now. He and Toby would have some fun with her very soon.
The moment the butt plug was fully inserted he nodded at Toby in the mirror, and the hawk moved aside. Gus stood behind her and waited until he knew both Karen and Toby were watching him carefully. Then he snatched her out of the water, flipped her over his shoulder, and spanked her ass hard with the flat of his hand four times. He let her slide down his body a little way and drove three fingers into her cunt. She was boiling hot and dripping wet.
“It’d serve you right if I chained you to the bed and made you wait until tomorrow before I allowed you to climax, you wicked, teasing witch,” said Gus, making his voice as stern as he could.
“That would leave you two unfulfilled, though. Of course, I could watch you both masturbate. Likely that’d be enough to make me come just from watching,” she said, her voice throaty and husky, filled with lust.
Toby muffled a snort. Yeah, she was one smart, mouthy woman all right.
Gus swatted her ass again then let her go. “Bedtime,” he said.
* * * *
Karen was so hot and needy she thought she might combust if Dom Augustus forbade her from coming to a climax. Thankfully he seemed as needy as her, or else he’d have cuffed her to the bed to teach her a lesson for sure.
Toby’s fingers in her ass had driven her insane with need. He was soft and gentle, at times almost impossible to feel, yet gradually her ass had stretched and the tissues softened, and every nerve ending had become aroused. He had damn talented fingers, that was for sure, and a technique designed to drive her to the edge of the cliff in no time at all.
Walking with the butt plug in was torture. It seemed to light a fire along her rear channel, making her cunt pour cream with a desperate need to be filled. Her nipples were hot, aching points, and her breasts were heavy with the desire to be touched.
She crawled up onto the bed and sat, waiting to be told what position to take, determined to behave well so the fucking wasn’t delayed at all. Toby stood at the foot of the bed, also waiting for the Dom’s instruction.
Gus picked up his jeans and pulled a dollar from his pocket. “Heads or tails, Toby?”
What? They’re going to flip a coin over me? Like the start of a baseball match? Men!
“Heads.”
Karen couldn’t prevent herself from watching as the coin flew up into the air then dropped to the bed. Both men peered at it. “Heads it is. Do you want her cunt or her ass?”
“Ass.” Toby’s voice was really deep with need. His usual bass tone was even more gravelly and husky than ever, and it, too, heightened her arousal. She really would explode if someone didn’t touch her soon.
Gus clambered onto the bed and laid flat on his back. His cock was sticking up like a flagpole, the head red, the shaft deep pink, and the blue vein throbbing visibly along the side. Oh yes, he was more than ready for this, too.
“Take my cock, Karen, then lie along my chest.”
Karen wanted to tease. She wanted to spend hours sliding her damp cunt over his thighs and hips, but she was so desperate to be filled by that delicious cock, she wasn’t inclined to play. She kneeled over him, held his cock to her entry, then pushed down on him. The butt plug in her ass meant that her cunt channel was tighter than normal, and she had to shove to get him in, but gradually her tissues stretched around him, accepting him, and he slid inside. When he was balls deep inside her, she did as he’d instructed her and lay down along his chest. Now that her cunt was nice and full, she did manage to tweak his nipples and tease him a tiny bit, though.
Behind her she felt Toby moving on the bed. As in the bathroom, his movements were silent, and it was hard to know he was even there. The plug came out very gently with a few wiggles, and then she felt the head of his cock at her back door. He had to push a fraction as he was apparently bigger than the plug, and then he was sliding deep inside her.
Hell yes, he was bigger. She’d had to stretch to accommodate Gus, but now her tissues were stretching again to allow Toby to join them. She felt very tight, overfull, but gradually, once again she adjusted to them both and her cream flowed, moistening the pathways.
“Ah, so good,” she whispered. Never had she felt so full, so possessed, so completely cherished. Two men were so much better than one. She’d never go back to loving just one man ever again.
“Copy me,” said Gus.
Gus slid partway out of her cunt, and Toby mimicked him. Then they both pushed back in. Karen dug her fingernails into Gus’s shoulders, holding on tight at the intense power of their movements. After just a few minutes her brain was completely fried and she couldn’t put two words together coherently. All she knew was that she loved what was happening, but she wanted to come. In desperation she tried to wiggle her hips, but four hands gripped her flesh, preventing her from moving so much as an inch.
She buried her mouth in the gap between Gus’s shoulder and neck, flicking it over his salty-sweet skin. Almost, she wanted to bite him, but she knew that wouldn’t be fair. Her climax would undoubtedly be amazing, but the men needed time to get a few strokes in first before they came. Besides, they were giving her pleasure more intense than anything she’d ever experienced before.
Her legs were tangled up with theirs, so she managed to run her toes along someone’s leg, and she bent one arm backward to pet Toby’s side, while still keeping a tight grip on Gus with the other one. And that was when her body gave up.
An orgasm came slamming through her like a runaway freight train. It blasted up her spine and escaped out her mouth as she screamed her joy. Her legs and arms thrashed, her cunt and ass gripped tight to the cocks, and fireworks flashed through her head.
The climax rolled through her again and again as if that freight train had a hundred carriages, and each one was determined to give her more pleasure. She felt the heat as bursts of cum bathed her cunt and her ass, again and again as both men exploded inside her. Finally she collapsed like a limp noodle between them. Her throat was aching from her screaming, and she was pretty sure she’d never stand up again, far less
walk.
“That was fun. We must do it again some time,” she gasped.
“Not until I’ve bought earplugs. I think I suffered a permanent hearing loss,” quipped Gus.
“Are these rooms soundproofed? What’ll happen if the neighbors call the police?” asked Toby.
And Karen realized he was only half joking. “Oh shit. I never thought of that.”
* * * *
Since Toby was on the top of the pile of bodies, he climbed off the bed, took a fast shower, then bought back a damp washcloth and a towel to cleanse Karen. Gus nodded approval at him, then headed for the bathroom. Karen was dozing, her limbs still all twisted and tangled. Toby greatly enjoyed straightening her body gently as he wiped the sweat and his own seed from her skin.
He left the towel on the nightstand and lay beside her, resting on an elbow, just absorbing her beauty and sweetness as she slept.
Today had been a maelstrom of emotions for him. He’d never had so many occasions of fear of discovery in his life before without him fleeing. Usually, at the first sign of trouble, he left. But today, time and again, he’d held his ground, answered the questions of Karen and Gus, and been rewarded by their trust and friendship.
It was eye opening. Here were people who had no intention of harming him. They didn’t think any the less of him because he had no identity. They accepted him for who and what he was, for him as a person, a part of their tight-knit group, despite him being a shape-shifter—and not a wolf—and a stateless citizen.
The more Toby thought about their kindness and generosity, their acceptance of him, and his strong desire to maintain and grow this relationship, the more he realized it was time for him to change the framework under which he lived. Running away had worked fine. Likely it was all a woman with a young child to support could do. But he was a grown man now, a man with a brain and a need to belong, at least to these two people. Toby respected and appreciated Augustus. He was a good Dom and a worthy man to follow.