Mated by Destiny Bundle: The Complete Series: A BBW Wolf Shifter Threesome Paranormal Erotic Romance

by Muldoon, Roxxy

  Hunter looked as shocked as I was but recovered faster. He pushed past me and down the stairs.

  “Rude!” Amber shot after him.

  “I wonder what that was all about,” I said, stepping into the house. I breathed in and let the familiar smell waft over me. Pine needles, wood, and that inexplicable male smell. I could get used to this.

  Amber dropped my suitcase on the floor.

  “I told you,” she said, “he doesn’t like houseguests.”

  Roman appeared in the living room. His pained expression disappeared when he saw me.

  “Tasha!” Roman walked across the room in three strides, wrapping me in his arms. I felt my cheeks heat up in his embrace. When he pulled away, Amber caught my eye and raised an eyebrow.

  “Welcome to our home,” he said, taking my bag. “Under much happier circumstances this time, I hope.”

  “Thank you for letting me move in,” I replied. I was embarrassed, acting formal in front of Amber. My thoughts were still on Hunter, the way he looked at me before he ran out of the house. Was I really that repulsive to him?

  There was an awkward beat of silence.

  Roman said, “Can I get you something to drink? Water? Coffee? Amber?”

  Amber shook her head, her blonde curls dancing in the breeze.

  “No thanks, Roman. I should be getting home. I only wanted to make sure that my cousin, here, got settled in okay. You’re alright, aren’t you Tasha?”

  I nodded and Amber gave me a quick hug.

  “Thanks for getting her out of my hair,” she said with a wink. Then she was out the door, her hips swaying with every step she took.

  I had always been envious of Amber’s confidence. She was big-boned like our entire family. Yet, whereas my teen me had shrunk into myself, wearing baggy clothes and my hair in my face, Amber owned it. She felt like a whole lot of woman, showing off her body in skimpy skirts and tight shirts. She liked letting the boys know they couldn’t handle her, but they could try. Now that I was in my thirties, I liked to think that I channeled some of her “come-hither” confidence. But when I saw her stride out of a room, I knew I would never be that aware of my own sex appeal.

  “Can I help you with anything?” Roman asked, snapping me out of my reverie.

  “Show me where the bedroom is?” I asked.

  Roman picked up the bag Amber had left and directed me down the hall. The walls were left as natural logs with only a fine finish over the top. My bedroom was off the kitchen, small but airy, with a large window looking out over the lake. It was sparsely furnished, a king bed, a dresser, nightstand, and lamp were the only pieces of furniture. But then, I didn’t intend to spend much time in my room.

  “This is great,” I said, sincerely. I always loved the rustic look. Being close to nature kept me in control of my wolf. We were happy like this.

  “I’m glad,” said Roman with a smile.

  I plopped my duffel bag down on the bed and waited. Roman also waited. Okay… Sometimes I felt like I’d forgotten how to have normal social interactions.

  “Can I help you unpack?” Roman asked, his words rushing together just slightly. I sighed internally. I wasn’t the only one a little uncomfortable with the arrangements.

  I thought for a moment, there really wasn’t much. I glanced over at Roman from under my eyelashes, taking in his form. He had changed into a black and red checked flannel shirt, buttoned halfway up, revealing cut pecs and a dusting of chest hair. His jeans hung low and loose on his hips, threatening to slide off at any moment. His feet were bare.

  My eyes focused on the bulge in his pants again. I’d seen his cock a few times when we were growing up together. I had seen just about everyone in the pack naked at some time or another. That was the hazard of being a shifter. Shifting meant losing your clothes, so we just got comfortable with nudity. It was nice to have a standing invitation to an all-you-can-eat sausage buffet when I was going through puberty. I could see the outline of Roman’s member in my mind, but it had been so long I couldn’t bring back the full picture. I could give anything to take a look at it now. In fact, it was kind of hot being in the bedroom with him, alone.

  “Please,” I said, hoping Roman hadn’t noticed me trying to take a look at his junk, “if you don’t mind.”

  He noticed. Roman twitched up his lips and let his eyes drag over me, giving extra care to take in the curve of my waist and the swell of my breasts. His eyes were a deep gold, like late afternoon sunlight shining onto open water. I had taken off my sweatshirt in the living room and was acutely aware of how little I was wearing, only jeans and a loose-fitting peach tank top.

  When Roman was done taking me in, our eyes locked.The room seemed too hot, steamy almost, but I could feel my nipples harden under my bra. What was he thinking?

  Then the moment was over, Roman broke into a grin.

  “It’s my pleasure.”

  I bit my lip. His pleasure, huh? He had to be flirting with me now, right?

  “Great!” I said, with a little too much enthusiasm.

  I unzipped my duffle bag and started pulling out piles of clothing. Roman moved with purpose to my side and began putting clothing into the dresser. Our movements matched up perfectly like we could sense the other’s rhythm through the air.

  “Do you remember,” asked Roman, “the rain storm?”

  I laughed. We were sixteen, shortly after Hunter, Roman, and I had chosen to be mated. The three of us had started spending a lot of time together, trying to solidify our bond.

  One late summer night we snuck out into the forest, to visit the clearing and swim in the lake. There was the hint of a storm when we left, of course, we could feel the electricity in the air, in our veins. That made the whole thing more exciting, the promise of danger. The inevitable challenge. I always thought we had secretly wanted to be forced to work together as a team.

  “When we got lost?” I asked. I picked up a pair of panties and blushed, quickly shoving them under a folded t-shirt.

  Roman grinned, placing some clothes in a drawer and snapping it shut. “You mean when you got us lost? Yes, that is the night I’m talking about.”

  “Hey!” I said, placing a hand on my hip. “You didn’t argue with me when I said it was a left turn back home.”

  “You never let us argue!”

  “You never tried!”

  Roman was laughing at me now, at the way I was furrowing my eyebrows and trying to make myself look taller than I actually was. He reached out and gently pulled my hand off my waist, interlocking his fingers with my own.

  “I’m not trying to bring up old arguments,” he said, his voice lower and softer. “I was remembering the other thing that happened that night.”

  I shivered under his touch, flushing at the memory. It was cold that night too, the rain coming fast, in great sheets. Hunter had shifted immediately, scouting ahead to find our way home. I had been ready to follow him when Roman had slipped his arms around my waist and kissed me. We both caught colds, of course. We also had to explain to Hunter why we weren’t right behind him, which was worse than the cold.

  “That was my first kiss,” I admitted.

  “Mine too,” said Roman.

  I gave his chest a playful push. “I could tell.”

  My hand lingered, moving slowly towards the center of his chest. Roman’s shirt gapped open, teasingly.

  He watched me closely. “I’m a better kisser now.”

  “Are you?”

  One bold finger pressed into the hot skin of his bare chest. Roman let out a rumble of pleasure.

  “Are you questioning me?” he said, his voice rasped with desire. I was already wet.

  “Prove. It.”

  In a flash, his lips bent down to meet mine. His mouth was soft and hungry, leading my lips in a dance we had been dying to do since he opened the door last night. I ran my hands up his chest, reveling in the solidity of him. Massive power resting below his cut physique, a strength that only the strongest of alphas
possessed. The wolf in me wanted to mate him. All of me wanted to mate him.

  “You’ve improved,” I said when we broke for air.

  Roman’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Wait until you see what else I can do.”

  With a smirk, his mouth was back on mine, tongue begging for entrance. I obliged, letting him press into me. God, he was not kidding. Our tongues tangled, stirring in me an arousal I had not enjoyed for years. I slid my hands over his shoulders and dragged my fingers down his back.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” he moaned against my mouth, rocking his hips slightly against my own. “I haven’t been able to think about anything else since you showed up at the door.”

  He raked his fingers through my hair, tilting my mouth to fit with his. My nipples were rock hard beneath my shirt. I felt desire pulsating into my depths.

  His tongue flicked around mine. Commanding me to follow his orders. I was at the mercy of his pleasure. I would do whatever he ordered to keep this feeling going, to satisfying the need that was cascading over my body. I was ready for him, my pussy tingling and begging for his cock. I arched my back, meeting his hips with mine and rubbing slowly. His cock pressed hard beneath his jeans. He was big.

  “You’re so sexy,” Roman said again, pulling away for a moment. He ran his hand over my breasts, pinching a nipple through my shirt. I let out a rasping gasp.

  “I want to map those curves with my mouth,” he continued, his eyes taking me in like I was the last piece of cake at the buffet. “I want to drag my tongue over your skin and taste you.”

  “Big talk,” I barely managed to breathe out, hyperaware of his strong hands on my breasts. I needed to get out of my shirt. Why did people even wear shirts these days? They were such an inconvenience.

  He thrust his hips against mine, powerful, strong. I let out a loud moan, overcome. My wolf was near the surface, begging to be taken. Begging to run into the world of arousal and be mounted.

  Roman slipped his hands under my ass and hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his legs, his hardness lined up perfectly with my center. The pressure sent throbbing shocks through every last inch of my body. I was ready to explode unless I had him inside me. No man had ever picked me up before, they were either not strong enough or not tall enough. Roman though, Roman didn’t even break a sweat.

  “You fit so perfectly in my arms,” he said, as though reading my thoughts.

  “Your arms,” I said, “they feel so perfect against my body.”

  He carried me the few steps to the bed, our mouths battling in kisses the whole time. When we reached the edge of the bed, he pushed my down, pressing on top of me. I reached up and undid the last few buttons on his shirt. Roman broke the kiss and gave me a look as though to say “greedy girl” and let his shirt fall to the floor. His skin was taught and tan, as young as the day I left. I reached out and slid my hand down his tight abs to his fly, trying to unzip his member. He stopped me.

  “You don’t get to look unless I do.”

  He pulled my tank top off and tossed it to the floor. His eyes were dark with lust, taking in the hills and valleys of my body.

  “You have no idea what you do to me,” Roman growled before jerking forward and leaving wet kisses down my neck. “I want to make you mine.”

  “Roman,” I breathed, his kisses causing tiny earthquakes of pleasure inside me. I was so wet I was worried I was leaking through my jeans.

  “Tasha,” he breathed back, “you are mouthwatering.”

  He bit me lightly on my collarbone and I cried out, thrusting my hips against his. He growled, pressing down into me as he licked and sucked his way to my breasts.

  “Is this okay?” He asked, hovering over the clasp of my bra.

  “I don’t even know why I still have this on.”

  He laughed and slipped off my bra. I was completely naked from the waist up, and Roman looked like he was going to eat me.

  “You are,” his voice was more growl than English now, “magnificent.”

  “Show me,” I said.

  Roman brought his mouth over my nipple, taking it slowly into his mouth. I could hardly stand the tension that was growing inside me, demanding release. I dragged my fingers through his fine, blonde hair.

  “You’re amazing,” I said, reveling in the rough wetness of his tongue against my flesh. “I want you.”

  I pushed my hips up against his, hoping he would get the hint and unsheathe his manhood. I was full to bursting with wanting, and I need to feel him inside me. Little tremors coursed through my pussy with every suck and nibble on my breasts. Damn, he was good at this.

  Eager to go further, I slipped my hand down his body, back to the waistband of his jeans. With delicacy, I slipped a finger under the offending garment, searching for his hard sex. I unbuttoned his fly.

  “Please fuck me,” I begged.

  “Wait,” said Roman, pulling away from me. This was not what I wanted to hear.

  “Is everything okay?” I asked.

  “It is,” said Roman, rolling off of me. “We just, we can’t have sex right now.”

  “Oh, I said, reaching for my shirt on the floor to cover my chest and embarrassment.

  “I want to,” Roman said, looking at me. “I just… I have wanted to be with you like this for so long. I want to make sure we are doing it for the right reasons.”

  “I was doing it because you are fucking hot,” I said.

  Roman laughed and kissed me lightly on my lips.

  “I was doing that because you’re hot too,” he said. “I was also doing it because I want to mate with you. I want you to be the one I imprint on and stay with for the rest of my life.”

  My heart swelled with pleasure at hearing those words. At that moment I knew my return had been for the right reasons. If Roman could accept me back this quickly, and if I could feel the way I did for him, there truly was hope.

  “I…” I began.

  He kissed me one more time, stopping my sentence. I loved feeling the slight stubble of his 5 o’clock shadow against my cheek.

  “Don’t say anything yet,” he said, after the kiss. “We can talk about this more when you’re settled. But, for now, I want to take this slow. I want it to mean something.”

  I nodded, albeit half-heartedly.

  “You can’t argue with that,” I said.

  Roman stood to leave. “Thank you for understanding.” He bent over and picked up his shirt. “I’m going to go out for a bit and let you get acclimated to the house.”

  He saw my face fall and added, “If I don’t, I am going to come back here in five minutes and finished what we started.”

  I laughed. “Yes, please go! If we want to take this slow we can’t be in the same house right now. I want you so bad I could scream, but I also want this to work.”

  “This is real,” Roman agreed, “there is no rush. So, I am going to head out before I fuck you into the mattress.”

  My cheeks heated at the thought of his naked body on top of me, his cock inside me.

  “Good idea.”

  He turned to leave.

  “And for the record,” I said to his retreating back, “you proved your point.”

  His laughter followed him out of the house.

  Chapter Four

  I sighed, flipping through the channels on television for the third time that afternoon. There were only thirteen, we didn’t get cable up in Moon Lake. The sun sat low and heavy on the horizon, the glare from its light obstructing my view. Roman was still gone.

  I got up and walked to the door. My blood was still coursing hot and wild through my veins after kissing Roman like that. I could not sit in the house any longer or I was going to go crazy.

  I slid into the cool, fall evening and shifted. I had been cooped up in my human body for too long! I pelted off into the woods, happy for the physical exertion.

  The woods were just as I remembered. The old trees stood guard over the animals that resided there, lending their shade and cover to
passersby. I wove in between the trees at a breakneck pace. I had not run like this in years, and I was happy to see I was just as fast.

  I took a sharp turn up the path to the clearing out of habit. Whenever I wanted to have a few moments to myself I ran up the side of the hill to look out over the lake. Sometimes, Hunter would run with me, turning my jaunt into a competition. I never thought I would miss always being at each others throats. Maybe I would circle down on my way back and go for a quick swim.

  When I entered the clearing’s space, I saw a sharp movement out of the corner of my eye. I stopped. Whirling around, I saw a black wolf at the edge of the tree-line. I barred my teeth.

  The wolf sauntered out into the light and I relaxed. It was Hunter. He circled me, holding his tail and head high. He, too, had grown into a true alpha. I took in the deep black of his fur and the way his ice blue eyes stood out against it. A handsome man and handsome wolf.

  He jumped forward and nipped at me. I dodged and snapped back at him. He took a few steps away and looked back at me. His movements said one thing. Chase me.

  We took off down the path. Leapt over rocks. Dove under logs. Darted around trees. I let out a gleeful howl as I passed him. Hunter growled with frustration and pushed harder.

  We were on the other side of the hill in about fifteen minutes, panting and thrumming with excitement. I stumbled out of the trees first, beating him.

  I rolled out of my wolf and shifted into my human form.

  “You lose!” I shouted, twirling around to face him.

  Hunter stopped and looked at me. For a split second, I wondered what had him staring. Then, oh yeah, I shifted. I was bare-assed naked.

  “What?” I said, placing my hands on my hips and holding my head hip. I hoped he didn’t sense I was covering my discomfort. “You’ve never seen a naked woman before?”

  Hunter took a few steps toward me, then shifted. I watched as his lithe wolf form took shape into the powerful man I knew. My strong stance wavered as I took in Hunter’s naked body. His muscles looked much bigger now that they were unencumbered by a shirt. I traced the contours of his body with my eyes, from the sightly bulges on his arms to the tight “v” directing my eyes down to his crotch. Dear God. His cock was semi-hard, not as long as Roman’s, but thick. It was all I could do to keep myself from pushing him down, sliding that cock into me, and riding him to pleasure city.