by Zoey Marcel
“Thanks.”
Amber perused the appetizing menu after he left. She had to reread a few of the items a couple of times when her mind kept drifting to Dane repeatedly.
“I recommend the spring rolls,” a male voice suggested.
She looked up, heart stammering in her chest when she saw Dane’s brother, Carson standing there. His short dark-blond hair was kind of textured in front and his stubble made him especially appealing. His blue-green eyes were shameless and wicked like he was made of nothing but testosterone and sexual prowess.
While not as bulky in the muscle department as his brother, Dane, Carson was still strong and well-developed. Both brothers towered over her like skyscrapers. Carson was probably around six foot four and Dane was about an inch taller.
Carson had a clean, freshly showered scent, and the smooth sweetness of his musky cologne smelled warm and spicy like cardamom with notes of rum and a pervasive woodsy essence. The cologne, whatever it was should really just be called Fuck Me This Second.
Amber gulped. “Oh. Hi.”
A steady, decadent smile spread over Carson’s face. “Hi. I’m glad you’re here, Amber.”
Heavens, her name sounded so sinful and yummy coming out of his mouth.
“Did Dane tell you my name?” she asked.
“No. I’ve seen you in town before and I asked about you.”
Well, wasn’t that flattering as hell? She had to fight to keep from beaming like a lovestruck idiot. “You asked about me?”
“Yes, ma’am. Dane will be here soon, but I think you should try the spring rolls. I’ll add one onto your order,” he offered. “It goes without saying that dinner is on us.”
“Oh wow. Thank you very much.”
He nodded once and looked over at his brother approaching.
“Car, what are you telling her?” Dane asked, seeming mildly concerned.
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch. I was just telling her that the spring rolls are worth eating,” Carson replied.
Dane sat down across from Amber. “So is the rest of the menu.”
Carson extended his hand to her. “Carson Jax McCann. Dane and my friends call me Car sometimes, but you won’t. You’ll call me Carson like a good girl, and you’ll call me Sir in—”
“Why don’t you see what’s keeping Kyle?” Dane interrupted with a distinct warning on his face.
Carson had an impish, almost taunting glint in his eyes. “Are you worried I’ll talk too much?”
“Frankly, I am,” Dane admitted.
Carson smirked and then nodded politely at Amber before leaving.
She felt a little guilty for being so attracted to Carson when she was already so enthralled by Dane and having dinner with him. She took a drink of her ice water to cool the steadily rising temperature in her body.
“You’re early,” Dane said.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I didn’t think you knew where I lived so I came early. That way we could still have dinner together.”
“That was thoughtful of you, Amber, but I would have found you. This dinner date with you is very important to me.”
Her chest got a rising sensation in it. He was being so sweet to her. It made her want to hug him like a beloved teddy bear. “I’ve been looking forward to it all day, too. Carson told me you guys would pay for my dinner. That’s very generous. Thank you.”
Dane smiled. “You’re welcome. Get whatever you want. I don’t want you going hungry.”
She scoffed. “No danger there.”
Amber’s gaze dropped to the menu without seeing it, and her cheeks warmed when she felt his eyes drilling a hole into her with his silent stare of displeasure.
“Do you make remarks like that often, Amber?”
“Remarks like what?”
“Demeaning remarks about your gorgeous body.”
Embarrassment and appreciation played tug o’ war inside her. “Sometimes. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t do it again. It saddens me,” Dane told her.
“It irritates me,” Carson put in, setting two glasses of water in front of them. “If you make shit comments about those hot-ass curves again I’ll turn you over my knee and paddle that ass.”
She blushed, shifting in her seat when her cunt dampened in apparent approval over the idea. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it would bother…” What both men had said finally registered. “You think I’m gorgeous?”
Dane gave a quick nod, scooted in her direction, and then gently rubbed her shoulder, stirring heat and longing from within. “You are.”
“Thank you.” His compliment touched her deeply. She looked up at Carson. “You said I was hot?”
Carson nodded, taking their menus. “That shouldn’t surprise you, but it’s sweet that you’re humble. What are you having?”
“A spring roll, please.” She swallowed when he raised an expectant brow at her. He had to know she was hungry and wanted more food. “Those sweet-and-sour pork thingies and some chicken fried rice please.”
Carson seemed pleased. “Good choice. I know what you like.”
Dane nodded once. “Where is Kyle?”
“The coffee bean queen came in and he insisted on waiting on her himself. I told him he could,” Carson explained.
“Brenda?” Amber guessed.
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll bring your food.” Carson noticed Kyle walking toward him. “Actually, little man here can do that. What, did the barista eat half an egg roll and then leave?”
Kyle frowned. “No. She got a to-go order.”
“I’m sure she’ll come in to sit down and eat sometime,” Dane reassured him.
“That’s tough luck, little man, but I know something that will cheer you,” Carson said with a sardonic edge. “Sweet-and-sour pork, chicken fried rice, two spring rolls, some of that hot mustard shit, Kung Pao chicken over rice—”
“White or brown rice?” Kyle asked.
“Dane’s a man. Get him white rice,” Carson answered.
Dane took a drink of his water. “I prefer half and half.”
Carson snorted. “Fine, get his highness a fucking medley. Oh, and bring a couple of fortune cookies and some tea back, would you?”
“Crap, where’s my notepad?” Kyle patted himself in search of it.
“I believe in your brain. Now get to it, man.” Carson gave him a light push.
“You expect me to remember all that?”
“I have faith in you. Now get.”
Kyle left and Carson turned to face them. “Let’s hope he’s a better cop.”
“I think Kyle’s doing fine,” Dane said. “Tonight is just hectic. Shouldn’t you be helping Nathan and the others in the kitchen?”
“Trying to get rid of me, are you?” Carson tossed a wink at Amber and started to leave. “I’ll be back.”
The flirtatious gesture made her warm and tingly.
Dane scooted his chair closer to hers so he sat right next to her. “I want you to tell me everything about you, Amber. Don’t leave anything out.”
She wasn’t sure whether to laugh or hug him when she realized he was serious. He seemed genuinely interested to learn everything about her.
When their food came they talked and ate, making her more relaxed in his presence. After dinner she broke open her fortune cookie, enjoying the light, sweet crunch in her mouth while she chewed and read her fortune. She nearly quit breathing.
The little strip of paper read, “You will go home with Dane and Carson tonight.”
Her full stomach suddenly felt hollow and her palms clammed. The prophetic cookie tempted her, but she couldn’t give them what they wanted, as much as she wished to.
Dane broke open his cookie and the fortune read, “You will kiss a beautiful woman tonight.”
Amber gave him a shy smile. “You guys custom design the fortunes?”
“We do.” He ran his fingers through her hair, making her feel precious and cherished. “We make our own fortune cookies and print out
a bunch of random fortunes. Some are funny, some romantic, or ambiguous. Every now and then we’ll make some head-fucking ones like ‘they’re always watching you’ or ‘we know your secret.’”
She grinned. “That’s so cool. I love it.”
“So what do you think, girl, is it an accurate fortune?” Dane queried.
She bit her bottom lip, feeling shaky and feverish with anticipation. He’d called her girl again. She loved that. It was so endearing and possessive, and kind of dominant in a way.
Her guardian would kill her if she went to bed with Dane, and she’d never get her inheritance. However, it was probably dark outside by now or it soon would be, and there were many sexual delicacies to sample outside of penetration.
“You want me to go home with both of you?” she whispered.
Dane nodded with an almost caring smile. “We really like you, Amber, a lot.”
“We’re shape shifters and you’re our mate,” Carson blurted, standing near her now.
His confession threw a wrench in her composure and made her eyes bug out and her mouth open. “W–what?”
Carson plopped down next to her, ignoring the irritated glare she sensed Dane throwing at his brother. “We’re shifters, baby doll, and you’re our predestined mate.”
Amber blinked at him, feeling safe and simultaneously devoured sitting between two smoking men who wanted her. She didn’t say anything for a minute. “How do you know?”
“That you’re our mate? That’s easy. We can tell by the scent,” Carson explained. “Your essence isn’t like anything else we’ve come across. You’re the one, Amber, the mate we’ve waited for.”
The touching words moved through her chest, giving her joy, but the shock of the revelation sort of broke her brain. Not one but two shape changers had just imprinted on her? It was a dream come true, a fantasy anyway.
Still, would her guardian really accept that two men were interested in her and evidently wanted to share her? The old man would probably blow a gasket. She doubted the strict instructions in her father’s will would allow her to be with two men, even if they eventually asked her to marry them.
Still, there was a whole smorgasbord of kinky fun they could have even without intercourse. Would they go for it? She hoped so. Lord only knew she wanted them like a crazy fan girl wanted her favorite rock star to keep the panties she threw at him during a concert.
“This isn’t how we planned on telling you.” Dane glowered at his brother, clearing his throat. His features softened with tenderness when his eyes returned to her. “But now you know we want to take you home with us.”
“Okay. But only if you guys promise not to claim me or penetrate me.”
Carson looked suspicious. “Why is that?”
It would be too embarrassing to tell them. “Well, I just met you both today. Don’t you think we should get to know each other first instead of rushing into things?”
“I agree,” Dane said while looking over at his brother in annoyance.
“Fair enough, but I’m spanking that soft ass tonight,” Carson informed her.
Amber’s pussy flooded. “I would be disappointed if you didn’t.”
Carson’s tone became a sensual murmur. “Baby, there is no way in hell you’ll ever be disappointed in us, least of all in the bedroom.”
She didn’t doubt him for a second. Her heart swelled with feeling and she could see it smiling in her head. He called her baby.
Chapter Four:
Fooling Around
Amber couldn’t stop shaking with excitement and nerves when she walked outside with both McCann brothers toward their truck. God, she was going to get to try out her three-way fantasy. She felt like the luckiest woman in the world and somewhat like she had a bull’s-eye on her head. She glanced around nervously, trying to be discreet about searching for her guardian or any of his prying minions. Sometimes she would swear the old man was everywhere at once.
“Looking for someone?” Carson asked.
Evidently she hadn’t been as inconspicuous about letting her eyeballs wander as she’d thought. “Just taking in the view.”
Dane got the door for her and helped her up into the truck. “Just drive somewhere private. I don’t think we’re going to make it home.”
Carson grinned as he and Dane got into the truck, sandwiching her in with Carson at the wheel and Dane sitting on the passenger’s side. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
Amber’s mouth watered and her pussy moistened.
Oh my god, this is really happening. They both want me.
Carson drove and Dane gazed into Amber’s eyes while playing with her hair.
“What kind of shape shifters are you guys?” she asked, feeling her stomach flip-flop with primal urges when Dane started to lavish her face with delicate kisses.
His face was so close to hers she felt the soft, prickly brush of his beard against her cheek, the warmth of his breath fanning her skin, heard the faint, wet sound of his lips moving whenever he slowly retracted from the flesh he’d just kissed.
“We’re tiger shifters,” Carson answered.
“Oh neat. Which kind?”
A shallow gust of air rushed from her lungs when Dane trailed the back of his finger steadily down her collarbone and into the valley between her breasts. Her areolas crinkled in her bra, making her breast tissue feel stiff. She needed the warm, rough heat of a man’s hands to close over her breasts and command the wrinkled areolas to soften, submit into their natural smooth state.
“I’m one of those spiffy-looking white tigers,” Carson said proudly. “Dane here is an orange one. Bengal tiger or something like that.”
“Mmhmm.” Dane confirmed his brother’s guess just before he traced the shapely contours of her lips with his hot, wet tongue.
Amber’s lips burned with desire, and she nibbled his tongue playfully, mouth desperate for penetration. Dane groaned loudly and his lips pressed against hers in a sudden movement that was almost an enthusiastic lunge. She sighed into his mouth and melted beneath his tonguing. His kiss was molten and dreamy like melted caramel, bathing her mouth in rich, sinful heat.
She was vaguely aware that the engine turned off and Carson had parked. In less than a minute they had her out of the truck and lying down between them in the truck bed on a thick, soft blanket.
The night air had a nice cool nip to it, but it was just enough to be invigorating rather than inspire thoughts of, “Why the fuck didn’t I remember to bring a jacket?”
Carson lay on her left side and Dane on her right. It was awkward and amazing trying to please two men at once, but their ease with the situation spoke of their expertise. It was a good thing she didn’t love them. Since it was just about sex she could be relieved by the skill they’d acquired from sack sessions with other women. If she’d loved them the thought of them with anyone else might have hurt her.
Carson rolled Amber toward him and hovered over her, cupping her cheek as he took his turn with her mouth. His kiss was every bit as steamy and wonderful as Dane’s kisses had been.
They helped her undress down to her black bra and panties and then Dane took his shirt off, baring his insanely sculpted abs for her to drool over. He pulled her on top of him so their genitals aligned and her chest compressed against the hardness of his.
Carson was still clothed and Dane was half so, making her feel naughty and vulnerable to be exposed in lacy undergarments out in the open.
Carson growled when he started to knead the part of her ass cheeks that spilled out from her underwear. “You’re so soft and warm, baby. I want you to be a good girl and take your bra off for us.”
She removed it, feeling beautiful at their licentious sounds when they saw her bare breasts.
“So big and perfect,” Dane murmured as he rolled and squished her mounds in his hands.
“Beautiful,” Carson breathed. “Now be an angel and lie down on my brother. I want you grinding those gorgeous tits against his chest while I span
k this soft ass pink. Understand?”
“Yes.” She almost called him Sir, but she felt shy doing so when he hadn’t asked her to.
“Good girl.” Carson’s breath sizzled through the black lace of her panties just before he imprinted a kiss onto her butt cheek.
She gasped at the wicked decadence of being kissed on the bottom by a hot-looking man. The gasp became a drawn-out moan of pleasure at the way Dane’s body heat smoldered against her naked breasts as her flesh molded into his. Oneness. What she wouldn’t give to truly be one with them.
A hot flood of arousal seeped into her folds when Carson slowly lowered her lacy panties down her buttocks. The cool night air seemed to notice the indecent exposure and like a horny man it fondled her ass all over with its touch.
“Do you like being spanked, Amber?” Dane asked as he held and nuzzled her.
Amber purred and nuzzled him back. True, this night with them was only a fantasy, but she felt like she was completely theirs. If she really was their mate she’d have to figure out the details and how that would affect the stipulations in her father’s will.
But that could come later. Tonight she wanted to get lost in these men and drown in their touches.
“Yes,” she breathed.
Her anus quivered in trepidation of the inevitable spanking she knew was coming.
“Good girl,” Carson praised just before the flat of his hand came down on her ass.
She yipped and winced. Man, the hottie could hit hard. Once the initial shock of the sting settled into permeating heat, she couldn’t help but moan. Spankings were truly delicious things.
Dane murmured praises and words of encouragement into her hair while Carson spanked her. The way he did it ensured it felt like a sensual kind of pain rather than a penalty for an offense. In between each spanking he gently rubbed the place he’d struck, spreading the fire throughout her skin until it became a deep, pleasurable simmer.
“You’re a good girl, Amber,” Dane told her when the spanking was over.
Carson massaged her sore bottom, accentuating the lingering burn as he eased away the diminishing pain. “You did very well, baby doll. I’m proud of you.”
Her cunt leaked moisture without remorse all over the crotch of Dane’s jeans.