by Zoey Marcel
“Thank you, Sir.” She waited and held her breath, wondering how he would take it.
Both men let out virile sounds of approval.
“You’re perfect for us, Amber,” Dane said in a mesmerizing hush.
Something about the sweet sense of completion she felt in the moment made her forget to freak out about them being part tiger and the fact that they had imprinted on her.
“She is. We’re going to have so much fun playing with you,” Carson added.
A small shiver played up her spine when he skimmed a finger in her butt crack.
Dane pushed her up just enough so he could cover her neck and breasts with kisses while talking. “Since you don’t want to be penetrated tonight was there something else you had in mind? Anal sex maybe?”
Her rectum seemed to scream “hell no!” But curiosity was a stronger candidate for the final authority over her decision. She was about to blurt out an overzealous “yes,” but Carson beat her to the punch.
“Anal sex is a form of penetration, Einstein, and we’re not doing that without preparation. I think we should keep it simple tonight,” Carson advised. “I’ll fuck her breasts and you can stick your dick in that pretty mouth of hers. How does that sound, sugar lips?”
Amber trembled with excitement. “That sounds wonderful. Let me just get my dress back on.”
Both men stopped her.
“Why?” Dane asked.
“Like hell you will,” Carson objected. “Do I need to spank the self-esteem into you?”
She gave him a faint smile. “Sorry. I’m just worried someone might see us.”
Dane sat up. “So what if they do?”
“I’ll kill them all,” Carson decided, eyes flashing with something that looked a lot like jealousy.
Amber smiled. “Well, if you’re just using my upper body, then my lower body doesn’t need to be unclothed. I’ll just put the dress back on and pull the top part down.”
“Who said we were done with your lower body?” Carson frowned.
“I thought you were done spanking me.”
Dane brushed her cheek with his hand, seeming enchanted with her. “We want to eat you out, little mate.”
Her pussy clenched with readiness, growing wetter still. “I can’t come that way.”
Carson scowled. “I’ll be needing the names and addresses of the men you’ve fucked.”
She giggled.
Dane grinned. “You think he’s kidding?”
Carson chortled and then his face turned semistern. “No, for real, baby. I’ll make it look like an accident.”
Amber laughed. “It was only two guys and just the one went down on me.”
Carson’s eyes narrowed. “Which one? Was he a damned shifter?”
“No. They were both human. One of them is…” Her voice trailed off. Poor Oliver. “Not around anymore.”
“You don’t still have feelings for any of them, do you?” Dane appeared concerned.
She rubbed his arm, nearly swooning at the unbelievable ropes of thick muscle woven tight beneath his hot skin. “No. It wasn’t like that.”
“Well, that’s good,” Carson said.
“Enough about her past. Let’s just get her nice and wet,” Dane decided.
“Oliver couldn’t get me off that way and Austin only ever did with his fingers.” Amber snapped her mouth shut when a stark look of victory turned Carson’s face smug.
“You went out with one of the Kensington spawn?”
“Yeah, but only in secret. Please don’t tell anyone,” she pleaded. “My guardian would kill me, and Austin’s father doesn’t want him to date a middle-class woman.”
“Bastard,” Dane muttered. “You’re better off without any of them. You’re ours completely.”
It sounded so perfect, felt so right to belong to them. But this was insane. She had just met them and she was ten months away from a vast fortune. Could they ever grow to care enough for her to wait ten months for consummation? Would they even be willing to marry her and never divorce her? So many conditions to her freakin’ father’s blasted will. How he must have hated her.
“Those puny small-fry men might have been too big of pussies to give you what you needed, but we have all the tools to satisfy you, baby.” Carson pushed her onto her back and Dane caught her head so she didn’t bang it on the truck bed through the blanket. “And we know how to use them.”
Thank God it was dark so they didn’t get a good view of her rolls. She felt so exposed lying in the buff while Carson was still clothed and Dane was only half undressed.
Carson smoothed his hands up and down her thighs while he seared her with the intense sexuality in his gaze. She bit back a whimper as his palms took a minor dive and started groping her inner thighs. The gradual ascent to her mound that followed seduced the tears of elation from her fluttering pussy.
“Ever been in love?” Carson asked her.
She shook her head, panting and quivering when his thumbs grazed her pussy lips, making her slit tingle and dampen.
His expression was one of authority, but his eyes housed traces of what she suspected was relief. “Good.”
Amber cried out in shock at the scorching feel of his firm, manly lips pressing their silky smoothness against her soft blanket of curls. She flew up automatically, unable to stand the unbearable pleasure of him kissing her repeatedly down there.
Dane pressed a hand to her chest and coaxed her back down on the blanket. He groped and kneaded her full breasts, entrapping her in the singeing power of his gaze.
They surrounded her, owned her with their skill and affectation of caring. It was irresistible. A girl could get used to this kind of thing, being treated right, pleasured, and adored.
Carson swiped his tongue through her drenched slit and then parted her fuzzy labia. His low, feral growl inflamed her when he inhaled the delicate musk of her feminine essence. She writhed and moaned when he went down on her, licking and slurping her sex lips like they were coated in frosting.
Dane lowered his head and started to sip her right nipple, using his mouth to dampen and tighten the excited nub.
“Oh wow,” she breathed.
His balmy mouth bathed her in wantonness, made her breast feel heavy and swollen with lust. Its twin sagged in cool covetousness that it was being denied the pleasure that sizzled through her other tit. But in less than a minute Dane abandoned her right breast, leaned over, and then suckled the left one, reassuring it that it was equally loved, perfectly desired. Both mounds stiffened and swelled with delight. There was no jealousy or imbalance between them any longer. Both were firm with attention and heavy with carnal needs.
Carson tongued her faster, lashing at her clit furiously like he was trying to win a race. His fervent efforts were rewarded when her legs locked and she cried out in orgasm. The waves of pleasure shook her, jarred her muscles with spasms and made her cunt gush with surrender.
“Oh my god, you did it!” she exclaimed in breathless disbelief.
The men chuckled and stroked her body like she was a pet they loved and cherished. Both studs shed their shoes, socks, and clothes and brushed their naked bodies against hers while they moved around the truck bed.
It was the most erotic feeling to know they wanted her, to gaze at their buff muscles and captivating nudity, and feel their brawny bodies sizzle against the womanly softness of her own. Their extreme masculinity made her feel every inch a lady, but the provocative way they leered at her nakedness and fondled her body made her feel like the most pampered of sluts.
“I want to taste her before we start.” Dane moved down her body as Carson moved up.
Amber wailed at the hypersensitivity of her pulsing clitoris, but Dane held her thighs spread open while Carson placed a hand over her wrist when she started to squirm. They held her down, made her take what felt too good to endure, and she loved every second of it.
Carson tweaked her nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers while staring do
wn into her eyes. The expression was equal parts reverence and dominance.
Dane growled, sounding predatory and determined to have his way with her as he lapped ruthlessly at her creamy slit. His saliva singed her tender tissues, made her cream and ache for their hard, impossibly huge cocks.
Damn the will.
But it’s a crap-ton of money. You can do this. Just hold out. Ten more months and—oh god, they’re amazing!
Carson smiled when he saw her body starting to shake. He seemed to know right about the time she was ready to come. Her climax rolled in and his mouth was on hers, eating away her cries of ecstasy, swallowing all evidence of her pleasured sobs.
Dane battered her throbbing clit with his tongue, making it crackle with sensation and her channel flare with heat. Her pleading whimpers evolved into a scream of panic in Carson’s mouth when Dane started to press a finger to her entrance. Slowly the pad advanced.
Her prized hymen was in deep shit if he broke or stretched it.
She acted like her orgasm was over even though tiny ripples of abandon still shimmered through her shaking body. It worked. Dane moved his finger and sat up to examine her satisfied smile once Carson got out of the way.
“You guys are amazing,” she said, forcing her former fear back.
No harm done, though it might be a good idea to inspect her frightened cherry when she got home.
“So are you,” the men told her.
Dane walked on his knees up toward her head while Carson massaged warm oil onto her breasts from the little tube he’d brought with him.
“Is that jojoba oil?” she asked.
Dane and Carson shared a look and then smirked.
“So that’s how you say it.” Dane shook his head. “He was pronouncing the J.”
Amber grinned. “I thought that, too the first time I read the label. The J actually sounds like an H in that word.”
Carson smirked, toying with her nipples in between spreading the oil all over her chest. “I thought it was a stupid-sounding word. It seems to me like titty-fuck oil would be a better term.”
Amber and Dane laughed and she put a hand over her mouth when she snorted. “Oh god.”
Dane stroked her arm and gave her a caring smile. “You’re adorable.”
Carson winked at her. “I like a quirky woman. Do it again.”
Intense heat swept over her cheeks and bosom. “No.”
His brows rose in challenge, but then a sadistic little smile hitched his lips up to one side. “Do you need to be tamed, sugar lips?”
She bit her bottom lip, heart racing with eagerness. “I think I do.”
Both men groaned.
“One of these nights we’ll have to take care of that problem for you.” Dane tossed her a wink and rubbed a titillating, scant friction against her lips with his cockhead. The musky essence of salt and sex flooded her nose as his pre-cum smeared on her lips.
Carson straddled her. “Be a good girl and hold these tits real tight against my dick while I fuck these hot little titties.”
Her cheeks burned. Their language was far more frank and indulgent than either of her past lovers had been. Amber obeyed and held her breasts in place while Carson nestled his erection into the oily crevice between her squishy tits.
She flicked her tongue against Dane’s glans, collecting his male juices and relishing the taste of him. She’d been stoic about sucking Austin’s cock and had mixed feelings about giving Oliver head. She’d been indifferent at worst and sort of liked it at best.
But with Dane she felt hungry like a ravenous beast that could be gratified with nothing less than his long, thick cock. Was it because he was more her type than the other two guys had been? Or was it because Dane’s erection was meant for her mouth?
His hard penis throbbed against her tongue, telling of his nearness to release. She savored the taste of him and all his needy sounds as he stroked gently into her mouth to meet her devoted suction.
Carson thrust between her primed breasts, grunting and breathing heavily as he gyrated his hips and ground his solid testes against her. Neither man lasted long. She felt proud of herself for bringing them off quickly. It made her feel good that they were so turned on by her they came hard and fast.
She swallowed down Dane’s load and found it sweet that he made her sit up to do so. He sat on his knees, panting hard and threw his head back as he sought his breath. The image of the rugged man naked and staring up at the moon reminded her of a werewolf.
She loved wolves, but even better, her men were tigers.
Her men? Could they be? They seemed to want to be. Maybe this could work. They were sexy as fuck and had treated her well thus far. If she could get them to stay with her and not consummate it for the next ten months, then maybe this could actually work. It was a long shot, but maybe she could end up with two foxy, doting men who cared about her to whatever degree and still get her inheritance.
Was it possible that dreams really could come true for her? God, she hoped so. She’d been holding out for so long and these men seemed more than worth surrendering to.
Carson came a few seconds later and expelled his hot, creamy release all over her naked breasts. She thought it was courteous of him to pull back and jerk himself off onto her chest rather than exploding carelessly all over her face.
After they wiped off and exchanged a few grateful words, the men drove Amber home and told her they would be seeing her again whether she liked it or not. She grinned and then waved good-bye to them.
Tonight was pure bliss. Maybe this could work after all. Mates. She had two mates. Fate wanted the three of them to be together. Nothing could stand in their way.
When she spotted her guardian standing outside the door to her apartment with a scowl on his face she knew that he was the one thing that could.
Chapter Five:
Freakin’ Guardian
Amber’s legs felt like jelly and she tried to keep her fingers from shaking. She desperately hoped she didn’t smell like a woman who had just been properly sexed or have that afterglow radiance still blooming in her cheeks and décolletage.
“Stan, what are you doing here?” Damn, she sounded guilty. That man was as sharp as the barbs on a porcupine quill. He’d see right through any masquerade of innocence she could conjure.
“I might ask you what you weren’t doing here at this late hour.” Her guardian eyed her suspiciously.
Amber swallowed, trying to exorcise the nervousness from her voice. “I was just enjoying a night on the town and I got sidetracked. Did you want to come in?”
She walked past him, trembling with apprehension under his scrutiny. Her heart nearly stopped when his hand came down in a sudden grip on her arm.
“You were on a date, weren’t you? You dressed up for some undeserving man and were close enough to get the scent of his cologne on you,” Stan Edwards accused her. “You smell like two different designer colognes, Amber.”
She let her eyes drop so they wouldn’t confirm his suspicions. “It was just one man. Nothing happened.”
“It was two men. I can distinctly smell two different colognes on you. Not only that, but you’re wearing the perfume you wear on special occasions.” His tone sharpened. “Is there something you want to tell me, little one?”
Amber pursed her lips, cheeks burning with shame, eyes stinging over the unfairness of it all. She shook her head.
“No?” He used two fingers to force her chin upward so she had to look him in the eye. “Do you want me to tell you which two designer colognes I smell on you, or explain to me why your lips are rouged and swollen? You were either involved in heavy kissing or cock sucking, and I’m not leaving until you tell me which it was.”
The annoying sting in her eyes worsened. Her guardian, Stan Edwards, was pretty much a genius. If he stood there long enough he would be able to pick out exactly which types of cologne lingered on her skin and clothes down to the brand and fragrance. Why did he have to be so fucking intelligent?<
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He’d tutored her himself through her high-school years, insistent that she not be corrupted by the public schools. It had been lonely being isolated from people on that hilltop for years. He’d been very selective about who she could be friends with and hadn’t allowed her to date back then. As much as she’d lamented her sheltered existence, she’d grown close to her guardian and bonded with him more than she had her own father back when he was still living.
She was grateful to Stan for all he’d done for her, but for god’s sake, she was a grown woman living on her own and still he insisted on prying into her personal affairs.
“It was just a make-out,” she whispered, imploring him with her eyes to let it go.
She jumped a little when his weathered fingers grazed her chest.
His hold tightened on her jaw. “Then why is there oil on your chest?”
“It’s sweat.”
His palm cupped her jawbone hard, hurting her. “It’s jojoba oil. What did they do to you? Tell me their names.”
Her eyes spilled with moisture. Damn his superhuman senses. How could one person be so gifted?
“I’m really tired.”
Stan let go of her, but then he snatched the keys from her hand and stuck them in his pocket. “Who are they, Amber?”
She heaved a shaky sigh, feeling cornered and frustrated. “The McCann brothers.”
“The ones who own the Chinese restaurant?”
“Yeah.”
His countenance darkened. “Did they bring you to orgasm?”
Her cheeks burned and she averted her gaze. From the corner of her eye she saw that his facial muscles went to work on shaping his pissed-off expression.
“Are you still a virgin?”
She nodded, still not looking at him. “Can I have my keys back, please?”
“I’m not stopping you.”
She reached into his pocket and grabbed them, looking up at him when she felt his eyes on her.
“I’m taking you to the clinic for a pelvic exam. I want medical proof that you’re still chaste or virginal at the very least.”
She heaved a long sigh, slumping with weariness. “But it’s late and they’re not going to let me in without an appointment.”