by Bonnie Vanak
Alex grabbed my ass, spread me wide open. The rounded knob of his cock poked my opening. Closing my eyes, I braced myself.
He pushed his penis into me and I cried out in shocked pleasure as he gripped my hips and began thrusting.
Twin pressure from Dante’s cock in my vagina and Alex fucking my ass was so pleasurable it became almost painful. I was desperate for release, to ease the tension in my vagina, the hot wanting.
Alex thrust deeper, harder and then he stiffened, and groaned. I felt his warm seed shoot inside me.
Gabriel was next. Dante wrapped his powerful arms around me, holding me still. Gabriel rode me hard and fast, thrusting in and out like a piston then releasing his seed with a series of loud grunts.
Dante began moving inside of me. I writhed and whimpered as he stroked deep inside.
“That’s it, my sweet. You like my touch. When I mount you, you will scream. And no one, I promise, no one, will ever make you feel the pleasure that only we can give you.”
He lifted me off his body. “All fours,” he commanded.
I went on my hands and knees, the submissive position for a female wolf, my ass quivering with anticipation.
He spread my legs wide. The musky scent of sex and female arousal lingered in the air. I knew the scent would drive him wild, make him determined to mark me with his own scent. His fingers delved between my legs, stroking my wet cleft. Back and forth his fingers rasped, stroking, slipping deep inside.
I felt the knob of his cock prodding my vagina.
“Will you submit? Will you acknowledge we are your masters and the only males who will ever give you pleasure?”
“Yes,” I sobbed.
Dante mounted me and thrust deep. I arched and cried out in shock as his thick cock sank into the soft, yielding flesh of my aching vagina. Dante clasped my hips as he fucked me hard, his flesh slapping against mine.
Then he stopped, lay on the bed and pulled me atop him once more. I sank onto his erect penis, wet with my arousal, my oiled flesh easily accepting him deep inside me.
“Arch your back,” Gabriel commanded.
As I did, Gabriel clasped my bottom and then penetrated my ass.
“Open your mouth,” Alex ordered, kneeling before me.
I did so and he slid his erect cock into the moist cavern.
The three of them began to move in earnest. Thrust and withdraw. With his fingers, Dante cupped and kneaded my oiled breasts, thumbing the nipples.
Dante’s protrusion found my G-spot and pressed, stimulating me further as Dante rubbed against my clit, heightening my pleasure. Sensations surrounded me as I sucked Alex, and Dante and Gabriel fucked me. My three wolves, taking me hard.
Taking me gentle.
Making me tense, so hot, relishing everything they gave me.
Gabriel snarled, bending over me.
I felt the slight prick of fangs as he nipped my neck, the increasing tension of approaching climax.
Gabriel plunged into me, growling with satisfaction as his cock slid in and out of my ass and Dante kept thrusting into my vagina as Alex claimed my mouth.
“Come for us. Now!” Dante ordered.
Warmth spurted into my mouth as Alex climaxed. I arched and moaned as the orgasm exploded in a volcanic rush, my back taut as a bowstring. I felt twin warmth inside my vagina and in my ass as Gabriel and Dante came, howling in unison.
Dante collapsed against the mattress, as Gabriel fell onto the bed. Alex withdrew his penis from my mouth.
For several moments, no one said anything. Alex stroked my hair, his gaze filled with tenderness. “I love you, my Peyton.”
Dante and Gabriel murmured the same.
I lay there, spent, drugged with sexual lassitude, filled with warmth and slight unease at the declarations of affection.
“I love you too, my boys.”
I sat up and looked at Dante. “And I need answers.”
Dante opened one eye. “Now?”
“Now. Will you to tell me why you brought me here?”
Dante caressed my hair. “Soon.”
I raised up on one elbow. “Then tell me why you bribed my OB-GYN to find out if I can bear shifter children. That’s a violation of the HIPAA Act.”
“It wasn’t us.” Gabriel stretched out, wriggled his toes. “Earl Brown paid good money to study your physiology after he found out your powers, make sure you were capable of bearing him an heir. Dante merely borrowed the information.”
“Borrowed it for what purpose?” I asked.
I didn’t miss the exchanged glances between the three of them.
“I’ll let Dante answer that,” Gabriel finally said.
“Yes. We’ll leave you alone now,” Alex decided.
Gabriel and Alex dressed and left. Gabriel glanced over his shoulder once, gave Dante the thumbs up.
Then they closed the door behind them.
The subtle change of energy in the room alerted me something monumental had been planned, but Dante alone wanted to present it.
I didn’t wait long. He told me to meet him outside on the balcony when I finished dressing.
The cool air brushed against my face as I walked outside, and the breeze fluttered my dress hem. Dante stood at the railing, gazing at the meadows below.
“This life, this pack, this ranch is important to me, Peyton. I never imagined meeting someone who would be equally important.”
He turned and dropped to one knee, opening a black velvet box. “We talked it over, and decided. We love you, Peyton. We desire you. We want you to be our mate. For life.”
I stared at the glittering sapphire set with tiny diamonds.
“Are you asking me to marry you?”
He nodded. “Myself, Alex and Gabriel. You would be mated to all of us.”
I couldn’t think, could barely breathe. Yet deep inside, I’d anticipated this, felt it coming, so I shouldn’t feel as stunned as I now did.
“Shouldn’t Alex and Gabriel have a say in this?”
“They asked me to present the offer to you. Alex… he doesn’t handle rejection well and neither does Gabriel.”
Confusion filled me. I know how a human marriage worked. But shifters? Especially with more than one husband? Perhaps details would help.
“How does it work with multiple partners?”
Dante stood and caressed my cheek. “When you become our mate, I will claim you first, as I did at the club. Alex and Gabriel will have a turn as well. When it comes time for offspring, I will impregnate you first. After the baby is born and an acceptable time has passed, you will bear offspring for Alex and Gabriel as well.”
Wow. Whoa. This took polygamy to a whole new playing level. “Kind of like what the Mormon men did hundreds of years ago when they took several wives and had lot of kids with them. Do we make up a schedule? I sleep with you on weekends, while Alex gets me Tuesdays and Gabriel takes Hump Day?”
Dante compressed his lips. I sensed his impatience and growing anger. “It is a serious matter to us shifters, Peyton. Not something to mock.”
“Who’s mocking? I’m trying to pinpoint exactly what you’re proposing, Dante. I’ve never had this kind of proposal before. Or any kind of proposal. Except for Bobby Brown, who asked me to marry him when we were in the second grade.”
The alpha’s gaze narrowed. “Who is this Bobby Brown and where is he now?”
“Jealous?”
Dante seized my hand, gave my fingers a long lick. “Do not test me, Peyton.”
“No worries, chief wolf. Bobby is now working in a drag show in New York. He’s living with an artist named Raymond. We’re pen pals, batting for different teams.”
I was tired of living in the shadows. They were gray, cloaked me in anonymity. I didn’t have to worry about standing out, getting attention.
If I didn’t apply myself, I couldn’t worry about failure.
Or getting my heart broken.
But was it any way to live? I saw colors in auras, beautiful swirli
ng colors that could make a grown man weep. Yet my own personal life was so very ordinary and gray.
Dante and his men offered me a chance to live those colors. The risk was enormous. I wasn’t wolf. Never would become one.
They were not my enemy. Nor my people. Dante seemed to know me better than anyone, but I was human first.
I would always be human. Nothing, not even living in a wolf pack, would change that. I thought of the house I had fought so hard to keep, the memories of my family that bound me to Cheyenne and the human world.
“What say you, Peyton? Will you have us as your mate?”
“I can’t.” Tears clogged my throat as I rested my hand on his. “I just can’t, Dante. I don’t belong here. I can’t live here full-time. I belong to the world of humans, not shifters.”
He didn’t blink. “You belong to us, Peyton. You may not shift or be wolf, but your heart belongs here.”
Dante covered my hand with his palm, the move possessive and intentional. “You belong with us, my darling Peyton. We are your new family. Gabriel, Alex and myself. We want no other for our mate.”
Then he drew in a deep breath. “Please say yes.”
I wanted to.
I needed to.
But I could not.
“I wish, with all my heart, I could do this, Dante. But my life is out there. Not here. I’m human.”
His gaze grew a little distant. “You’re psi, Peyton.”
“And human. I have a home already, a home I can’t leave. I promised my parents I would always take care of it. It’s been in my family for generations. I have a job, and I’m not a shifter. I can’t see it working out.” I kissed him, my lips wobbling. “I love you. I love you guys, all of you, but it’s impossible.”
Dante’s expression shuttered. “If that is your decision.”
I didn’t want to slam the door shut. Leaving them felt like a knife through my heart. But I had to try to make my own life work out. “Maybe I can return for visits.”
“If you leave, Peyton, you cannot return for a visit.” Dante snapped the ring box shut. It sounded like a gunshot.
“Our rules are quite specific. I bent them to allow you here. You’ve used up your allotted time.”
He searched my face. “Are you certain this is what you want? If you do, I will not stop you. I would never force you into staying.”
“I know.” My voice broke. “But I have to go home.”
I had no other choice. My life was among my own kind, the humans.
I had to leave.
Even though my heart longed to stay here with them for good.
28
Tuesday morning dawned bright and clear, but a gloom settled over me as I jumped into the shower and started my regular routine.
Time to head back into the office and the real world.
It could have been snowing and windy for all I cared. After I had turned down Dante’s proposal, he had Ryder drive me back to my house. Gabriel and Alex had hugged and kissed me as I left, but Dante had vanished.
Saying good-bye was the hardest thing I’d ever done, other than burying my parents.
That had been a more permanent good-bye. Yet it felt equally painful, for I knew I could not return here, see the pack again.
Dante had made that painfully clear.
Felicia had cried, clinging to me. Alex had to pull her away.
Even now I could hear her sobs ringing in my ears, though Alex assured me she would be all right.
Now, as I lathered the soap in the shower, memories of Dante’s hands stroking my skin surged. The three of them with me in the shower, Alex soaping my hair, Gabriel washing my breasts and what Dante had done below…
I longed for them. I missed my boys, my shifters who pleasured me and claimed me utterly.
My boys who had pampered me with kindness and made me feel like a beautiful princess.
Fierce shifters who would die to protect their people. To protect and cherish me.
But I’d made my choice. It had been an amazing weekend, a fantasy whirlwind.
Time for this human Cinderella to return to the ash heap. Prince Charming wasn’t sweeping me off my feet into a life of luxury. No, Prince Charming was a werewolf.
Three werewolves.
And as much as I had fallen in love with them, I wasn’t certain if their life was the life for me.
After getting ready for work in record time, I jingled the keys, climbing into my ancient Ford truck. The drive was boring. Once the streets of downtown Cheyenne sparkled with life and everything looked fresh and clean. Now I found myself comparing the city to the wide, open plains of the Bar B Q ranch.
The city seemed restrictive. Filled with concrete and people rushing around, busy trying to get from one to the next, all glancing down at their phones as if their cells contained the code to finding winning lottery numbers.
I thought about the lack of traffic at the ranch. The freedom. The thrill I’d experienced seeing Dante and his pack running wild and free over the plains, bounding into the woods.
But they were shifters who belonged to that life. I was human, and did not.
I simply could not see myself fitting in and adjusting to their world.
At the office, I clocked in and headed for my cube. Three slate gray partitions, gray file cabinets for drawers, a computer and a desk. Ordinary work station, yet it looked different this morning.
I could almost envision the invisible chains strapping me to the desk, the golden handcuffs others had mentioned. My handcuffs weren’t made from money, but job benefits, security and the familiar.
Friday’s sting of disappointment regarding the lost promotion had gone in the flurry of what transpired over the long weekend. The clear reminder stared me in the face as I opened Outlook to check emails.
The director wanted to see me at 9 a.m.
The clock on my computer read 8:58 a.m. The workday didn’t even start until nine.
Pushing my chair back from the desk, I uttered a groan. Not a groan like I’d made several times this weekend – from pleasure – but a groan of exasperation over someone making me rush on the morning after a long weekend.
I sent a quick message, explaining I just got to the office and didn’t see his email and would be there soon. Got an instant reply back – Come here NOW.
Not even giving me a minute to grab a cup of much-needed coffee.
Grabbing a pad and pen, I wended my way through the cube farm, where a few of my coworkers had fumbled their way to their desks. They reminded me of fish washing up on shore, trying to fight the sweeping tide.
And losing as they gasped for oxygen.
Reggie’s office was one of the larger ones. He’d claimed it when they promoted him last year to director. Large glass windows overlooked the city streets. Using company funds, he’d purchased shiny furniture and spanking new leather seats. Glinda, my rival, sat at one of those seats now. Reggie said something and she laughed. It reminded me of a braying donkey. She even had the teeth to go with it.
Envy filled me as I took in her power red linen business suit that cost more than my weekly take-home. Glinda had made good on her promotion by going shopping. Glancing at her feet, I saw red stilettos. They reminded me of the crimson Jimmy Choos I’d kicked off into the crowd of approving shifters during the auction.
A wide smile touched my face.
Reggie noticed. “What’s so funny?”
The smile vanished. “Not much. Good morning to you as well, Reggie.”
Hair bound in a tight bun, makeup perfect, Glinda looked more like a salesperson ready to meet clients than the new manager of a department known for its casual Fridays. Not that I cared. I liked my Doc Martens and the clothing I’d bought at Old Navy for comfort more than to impress anyone.
But deep inside, I had this sneaking suspicion that something was up and Glinda would be more than a regular manager.
Reggie regarded me with his droopy, Basset Hound eyes, except his held no softness, no
sweetness. His salt and pepper hair curls stuck out as if he’d shoved his hand into an electrical socket.
Maybe this meeting was about the conference next week. Reggie had promised me that no matter what, I’d be next on the company’s list to attend. I’d been anticipating this big data conference for months, planning which workshops to attend soon as they put the agenda online.
“Did you get my airline tickets and badge for the conference yet?” I asked, not liking this uneasy silence.
Reggie tapped his gold Cross pen against the desk pad. “Not yet. Glinda is going, though.”
I stared at him, seeing Glinda’s smug smile from the corner of my disbelieving eyes. “What? I’m having a little hearing trouble.”
“That’s right. Glinda is the new departmental manager, and she’ll also be soliciting new clients in addition to overseeing the team. Because of her extensive duties and her travel schedule, Jon will step into the junior manager’s position and help supervise the team.”
Blinking, I leashed my rising temper. “And what am I supposed to do? Be in charge of the water cooler?”
“You’ll be helping Glinda in whatever she needs to get the job done.”
Which was what? Shopping? Kissing butt? I wasn’t even wearing lip gloss.
“She’s traveling next weekend to Big Data and I want you to set her up with everything she needs. Hotel reservations, car rental, good restaurants for dinner.”
“Sure. I can make her reservations while I’m making my own.” I forced a smile at Glinda, whose own smile reeked of insincerity.
Or perhaps that was her cloying perfume.
“Sorry Peyton, you’re not going.”
Blinking, I stared. For the past three years, Reggie promised I could attend that conference. It had glued me to Lyons Creek Data, knowing I could never hustle the funds to attend on my own.
“Why?”
He shrugged. “Budget. They can only send managers.”
Now Glinda wasn’t only going in my place, she expected me to be her assistant?
Her travel agent?
Stuck here behind a desk while she networked and learned all the newest software programs?