by Bonnie Vanak
Not themselves.
I’d made out with men before, and even experienced pleasure with them, but never climaxed with them. I’d even stripped to my panties and let a couple of dates finger me as I stroked his cock to orgasm. I wasn’t naïve.
But I’d never let it go beyond that. Always before I’d feared the guy would take it as an invitation to have sex I wasn’t ready for, and then I’d be disappointed because he’d leave and forget my name.
They made no move to touch me between my legs. They didn’t need to, because now both were suckling my breasts, their tongues flicking across my nipples. A feeling built in my loins, and my vagina squeezed tight, wanting, needing…
With a cry, I flung my head back and climaxed. Short, intense but immensely satisfying.
All from them sucking on my breasts. Goodness.
The rill of pleasure faded, replaced with alarm as the door opened. Dante walked in.
Tie loosened, dinner jacket off (he’d given it to me), he closed the door behind him and leaned against it.
“And?” he inquired.
My knees buckled. I would have collapsed, if Gabriel didn’t have an arm secure around my waist.
“She’s ready.” Alex wiped his mouth with the back of one hand, giving me an intent look.
“No more bear scent on her.” Gabriel growled, then reached down and adjusted himself in his pants.
The fact that both of them had erections tenting their fine silk trousers was the huge question mark in the room. That and I felt certain Dante could scent my desire, and how I’d climaxed.
Dante nodded.
I’d felt turned on and nearly crazed with the need for sex before. Now confusion filtered out some of that arousal.
“You… did that to mark me?” I asked.
They didn’t answer, only looked to Dante. Both stepped back, leaning against the dresser. As if they waited for something.
Dante took my hand, lifted it to his mouth and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. “They did it to arouse your desires, Peyton. They did it to erase your fears and any scent or mark Rodney left on you.”
Cupping my face, he stared into my eyes. “And they did it because I asked, because in my pack, I share with my beta wolves. Food, shelter, hunting prey…”
A significant glance at Alex and Gabriel.
The realization hit me. “And lovers?”
“Not all of them. Only the special ones we care about,” Alex said softly.
“We care a lot about you, Peyton,” Gabriel added.
“All of us.” Dante squeezed my hand.
Dante searched my gaze. “Does this make you uncomfortable Peyton? If the three of us sharing you does, then tell me. I need you to be honest.”
Did I have a choice when he’d shelled out half a million dollars?
It felt absurd and yet incredibly empowering to stand stark naked in a dimly lit room with three sexy, handsome shifters who all desired me. Me, the human psi whom others passed on the street without a backward glance.
Peyton, the waitress, the lowest paid person on her team at the tech firm, the one who never got asked out by the hotshot salesmen who preferred sleek, beautiful women on their arms as they drove away in their expensive sports cars.
These three shifters wanted me. Hunger blazed in their gazes, in their expressions. Muscles bunched beneath the fine clothing. I sensed their tight control, their impatience curbed all out of consideration for me.
After the casual way I’d been dismissed at work, my talents taken for granted, my vulnerable state of finances seized as an advantage by the Brown brothers, this felt like a dream. Usually no one cared about me.
How I felt.
What I wanted.
And now it was my turn to tell them the truth…
8
The three of them waited patiently for my answer, and though there was no pressure, I sensed the gathering tension in the air.
“Tell us the truth, please Peyton. We don’t want to hurt you.” This from Alex, a woebegone look in his dark eyes.
“Unless you wanted it.” Gabriel waggled his dark eyebrows.
Laughter burst out of me. “You scamp.”
Shifters were different. They lived in different circles, had different habits and values than humans. I’d heard rumors of shifters sharing sexual partners, but always it was something that I’d shrugged off. Didn’t affect me. I’d listen to stories and get on with my life, as one would watch the news about a distant land.
Now that distant land was up close and personal. Quite personal.
Dante had not purchased me for his exclusive use for the night.
He’d purchased me for all three of them.
As always when confronted by tension, my sense of humor surfaced. I swept all three of them with my thoughtful gaze.
“So how does that work? Do you each take a number, like you’re ordering roast beef at the deli? Now serving customer three?”
Alex smiled, Gabriel chuckled and Dante gave a relieved sigh. He drew me into his arms, his dark gaze dancing with mirth and hunger.
“You are far from roast beef, my dear Peyton. But this is why we desire you so much – you make us laugh, and make us feel accepted and comfortable.”
“You’re as lickable as roast beef,” Gabriel offered.
“Thus says the poet laureate of Cheyenne,” Alex muttered, but his expression was filled with delight.
Dante framed my face with his long, elegant hands. The hands of a pianist or an artist, not a wolf shifter who tore his enemies apart. “Tell me now, Peyton. Do you want us?”
Serious time again. I couldn’t speak, because of all the emotion inside me. It was too intense. No guys had never wanted me this much.
And they were willing to pay all that money to have me, and forfeit it if this made me uncomfortable. They wanted my consent.
I nodded.
“I need verbal consent. Say yes,” Dante ordered.
“Yes…”
Barely had the word fled my lips when Dante’s mouth was upon mine. He kissed me with fervent hunger, as if he’d waited a lifetime for this. He kissed me as if I were the last woman on earth and he needed to breathe me into his very soul.
He kissed me as I’d always imagined a man would do to a woman before he lays her down on the bed, spreads her naked legs wide and takes her.
Moaning, I snaked my arms around his neck, drawing him closer. This was what I had waited all my life for – to feel cherished and loved by a man.
No, a shifter. Three shifters.
Still kissing me, Dante walked backward to the bed. Yanking off the spread with one hand, he laid me down so my legs dangled over the side.
Then he stripped, standing fully nude before me. I gulped. Standing out from its nest of inky black hair, his penis was long, thick and imposing.
Alex and Gabriel shed their clothing as well.
Dante spread my legs open wide, and knelt on the floor. He began kissing me from below, tiny kisses on my calf, my thighs…
Alex and Gabriel kissed me above, one kissing my mouth, deep and hot. The other nuzzling my neck.
Dante’s tongue lapped at my core. He licked and sucked, and then his tongue slid between my soaked folds. I arched, driven by need.
He kissed my clit and began to lick me there, faster and faster.
I writhed, but Alex and Gabriel held me in firm control. Sensations built as I moaned, and the pressure increased as my vagina clenched, needing him inside. Instinct demanded it.
And then Dante flicked his tongue just so, and I exploded, screaming his name.
Wordless, I collapsed on the bed. Alex and Gabriel released me.
Dante stood, his penis thick and erect, as he hovered over me. The other shifters pushed me back fully onto the bed as Dante climbed onto the mattress.
Hot lava red glowed around him. The alpha was ready to fuck, and needed to fuck. Now.
His penis was thick, hard as iron. I felt the tip probe my outer lips as he lac
ed his fingers through mine.
“Now,” he whispered.
With a small push, he nudged inside. It burned a little, warning me this was only the beginning. I closed my eyes and bit my lip.
“No Peyton. Look at me when I take you,” Dante ordered.
He released my hands and levered himself up, bracing his body weight on his hands. On either side of me, Alex and Gabriel clasped my hands.
Although Dante was claiming my virginity, they claimed me as well.
He pushed forward again, the thick head of his penis inching forward. I stared into his eyes and saw his intent gaze burning down at me.
It was more than claiming my body.
It felt deeper, as if he claimed part of my soul as well.
Pressure became burning pain as Dante thrust hard, tearing my hymen. I cried out. Alex reached over, kissed a tear away from my eye.
“Easy,” Gabriel soothed, his thumb cresting my left nipple, He flicked it and the pain lessened a little.
He bent his head and sucked me, light flicks and kisses, and I felt newly aroused.
Dante’s fingers reached down, and he rubbed my clit as he slid deeper inside me, his cock touching my womb. Then he remained still, balancing himself on his hands, staring down at me, his cock buried deep in my body, his other betas kissing and licking my breasts. Sucking my nipples, creating this crazed balance of pleasure to contrast to the pain between my legs.
Alex nuzzled my neck, rubbing his face against my skin. He began whispered words I recognized, though he spoke in a foreign tongue.
“Demain, dès l’aube,” he whispered.
Tomorrow at dawn. A love poem by Victor Hugo.
“Tomorrow, at dawn, at the hour when the countryside whitens, I will depart. You see, I know you wait for me.” Alex caressed my arm, my nerve endings tingling. “I will go through the forest and over the mountains. I cannot stay far from you any longer.”
Dante bent his head, kissed my mouth, his lips warm and authoritative. A true alpha. Then he pulled back, searched my face.
“Now?”
The question in his voice unlocked something deep inside. Alex and Gabriel lifted their heads, looked at me as well.
I nodded.
He withdrew and then pushed back again, thrusting slowly as Alex and Gabriel continued to kiss and caress me.
I no longer felt like a hapless woman whose fate was left in the hands of others. This was the new Peyton, whose defenselessness had been torn away as Dante had torn my hymen.
Though they dominated me in bed, even sweet Alex, I commanded them with my sexuality, my feminine power. It was a heady rush.
Alex and Gabriel began sucking on my breasts, their fingers playing over my body as Dante fucked me. Their tongues flicked in small, expert moves, stimulating me further. Sensations surrounded me, and the scent of leather and spices, and the musk of sex.
I felt something else as he penetrated deep inside me. A small protrusion, rubbing against my vaginal walls, and then suddenly it hit a spot that made me gasp.
I arched upward, driven by sheer bliss. “More,” I hissed.
It must be his basiare, stroking me inside, pleasuring me. Not a myth. Mindless with need, I moaned, pumping my hips up.
“More,” I demanded.
Dante thrust harder, increasing the pressure on my G-spot. Climax shimmered out of reach, like a jewel winking in the distance. Frustrated, I dug my heels into the mattress.
And then it built again, that exquisite feeling in my loins, the delicious pleasure mounting. Panting, Dante looked down at me.
“Come for me, Peyton. I’m going to come. Come for me. Yes!”
Beside me, Alex and Gabriel sucked harder as their fists worked their cocks. I wriggled my hips. This was the moment.
Arching my back, I screamed and let the orgasm crescendo as Dante threw back his head and groaned my name, his hot seed shooting deep inside me. Alex moaned as semen shot out of his cock onto the bed. Gabriel screamed, “Aw fuck!” as he climaxed.
Gasping, I dropped back to the mattress. The two shifters on either side of me fell back as well, while Dante dropped atop me. I caressed the back of his neck, feeling the damp silky hairs.
Then the alpha levered off me, and kissed my mouth gently. He nuzzled my neck with affection, the sweat slicking our skin glistening like oil in the low light.
Opening one eye, I turned my head to the right and regarded Gabriel. “Aw fuck? Alex recites poetry in French and all you have to say about this moment is aw fuck?”
Gabriel grinned as Dante laughed and Alex smiled at me.
Dante sat back on his haunches, his erection still impressive, his cock wet with blood and my juices. The moment left me relieved. I trusted them, but still, at the heart of them they are wolves. I’ve heard stories, myths probably, about how shifters don’t like to deflower virgins because she is bleeds, the scent of fresh blood triggers their primal instinct to hunt and kill.
Dante studied me intensely. “Peyton, what’s wrong?”
Damn. I’ve always been bad at concealing my feelings. So much for poker face.
Carefully, I sat up, wishing I could cover myself. As if sensing my discomfort, Gabriel slid off the bed and grabbed my robe, arranging it around me.
“Peyton?” Dante prodded.
Flushing, I glanced down at the bed, at the spot where my virginal blood had spilled. “Um, I’ve heard stories about shifters…and virgins…and what happens after a skin female loses her virginity to one.”
Dante looked interested. “What?”
I compressed my lips. Last thing I wanted was to give them ideas.
“Peyton, tell us,” Alex said softly.
Alex was gentler and I couldn’t see him doing anything so horrid. I released the breath I’d held.
“After sex, a shifter eats his lover. She dies.”
All three stared at me. Heat suffused my cheeks. Oh dear. Maybe I should have kept my big mouth shut.
Suddenly Dante threw back his hand and laughed. Hands braced on his strong thighs, he quivered with amusement. Alex kept grinning while Gabriel shook his head, rolling his eyes.
“Those old myths.” Gabriel patted my arm. “Shifters don’t eat virgins after sex.”
“Well, in some cases we do.” Alex flicked out his tongue and licked the air quickly. “She may die of pleasure.”
Dante laughed harder.
“There’s a big difference between a shifter eating prey, like rabbits and squirrels, and eating a woman.” Gabriel said slowly, as if trying to explain physics to a child.
“Oh. Oh!” I felt stupid. Really stupid. Gathering the robe tight around me, I stared down. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know, that was dumb…”
Dante reached over, clasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his fierce gaze. “Peyton, don’t be embarrassed. It’s nothing to be ashamed about. I didn’t laugh at you, only at the asinine assumptions some skins make about our kind.”
His critical gaze searched my expression. “You look tense again. Would you like a shower?”
I nodded.
He herded me into the shower, twisted the knobs. Warm water sprayed over my body in a fine mist.
Sighing, I leaned back against the marble wall, letting the water work its magick. Not only was I sore between my legs, a stark reminder of Dante invading my body, but my muscles ached as well. The hot water felt wonderful.
Gabriel stepped into the shower as well. Thick, dark hair matted his broad chest, marching in a line down to his groin and his penis…
Which stood at half-mast, long and thick.
Alex joined us as well, his glasses off, his expression hungry.
“We figured you would need help,” Gabriel said in his deep voice.
Alex picked up the bar of soap and gently began soaping my front. Gabriel dropped to his knees behind me and began licking my ass. Alex soaped my breasts slowly as Dante’s tongue worked wicked magick between my legs. I would have collapsed, except Gabriel’s hands
on my hips held me upright.
I spread my legs wider, letting Dante have full access to my cleft. Hands on my thighs he ran his tongue between my pussy lips, over my clit. Helpless to stop, I pushed my hips upward, a natural reaction. My pussy was still a little sore from my deflowering, but my body clamored for Dante’s cock inside me once more.
Or Alex’s.
Or Gabriel’s.
“Wow, I want…” My voice trailed off.
But Dante seemed to understand as he stood, wiping his mouth. “Not right now, little one. You need to heal.”
Water beaded in the dark hairs of his chest. Droplets clung to his long, inky eyelashes. He looked sinfully sexy in the shower. Good enough to eat himself.
“Didn’t you purchase me for the night?”
A shadow flickered in those ebony eyes. “In a way, yes. But I don’t want you for one night, Peyton.”
“No?” I gave a little laugh. “I’m not the type you keep for the night?”
“On the contrary,” Gabriel murmured.
Alex nodded.
The alpha bent down and brushed back a lock of my hair. He whispered into my ear. “We want you for much longer. Much…much longer.”
9
Dante
I’d never met a human like Peyton before. She was a breath of fresh air, a wildflower popping its head up on a frozen snowbank.
From the moment I saw her, I wanted her. Not in the way a human male wants a woman he wants to fuck, but in the way a shifter wants.
Many human women, or skins, as we call humans, make the mistake of thinking shifter males are like humans because we look like regular men in skin. We’re not. We don’t date in the traditional sense, or go on Tinder searching for hook-ups. You won’t catch us sending dick pics on our cells to women we’ve just met because it’s unnecessary. A human guy will want to score for the sex, for the thrill and pleasure, and sinking his cock into soft female flesh.
We shifters are different. Maybe that’s why skin women gravitate to us, because we’re wilder and we don’t live within the constraints of human society. We have our own rules and priorities.
A single male is always searching a female to call his own. We need women as our companions, for fucking, fighting and breeding, but also to help us control the pack and each other.