“You’re beautiful when you’re turned on,” he said.
“You’re always beautiful,” said Roman.
He walked up, pressing up behind me. I could feel his bulge fit perfectly between the cheeks of my ass. What a weird thing, I thought, to be happy that your partners bulge fits against you. I shivered as Roman’s long fingers slipped around my waist, pulling me into him.
Over my shoulder, the two men smiled at each other. Then, they both leaned down and began kissing and nipping at my neck.
“You’re evil,” I moaned, letting the feeling of their mouths wash over me. In response, Roman bit down on my collarbone. I pushed back against him and felt his shaft growing hard.
“You love it,” Roman said, voice gruff and low. I could feel the vibrations of his voice run through me. I wanted him. I wanted them.
Hunter was kissing lower and lower. He looked up at me, a hint of mischief in his eyes, and slipped his mouth over my nipple. God, this was torture. He ran his tongue around my nipple in a slow circle, running his teeth over my sensitive skin before removing his mouth with a light pop.
Roman, not to be outdone, slipped his fingers lower. They waited at the entrance to my womanhood, teasing the lips. He worked his fingers in and out, brushing over the sensitive skin on my thighs, grazing over the lips at my entrance.
I reached behind me, twisting my fingers into his shaggy golden hair. I pulled his mouth to meet mine, out lips locking together in a passionate kiss. Our mouths moved against each other and I gasped with each lick from Hunter and flick from Roman.
Hunter took my other breast in his mouth, biting and sucking over the soft flesh of my curves. Roman matched him, with each suck Roman grazed teasingly over my clit. My hips bucked. I felt Hunter’s hard cock as my hips moved forward of their own volition. He gave a low growl of a moan.
“Please,” I begged, “have your way with me. I want you.”
“Not… yet,” said Roman between kisses.
“We want to savor you,” said Hunter.
Hunter took my other breast in his hand, tweaking and pinching at my nipple. I moaned, bucking again, unabashed about losing my self-control in this forest. I wanted them inside me. I wanted to feel full. I wanted that sweet release.
Roman bit down hard on my neck as he ran his thumb in tight circles over my clit. My nerves exploded, sending pleasure in waves through my body. I shuddered, pressing closer to his hand, trying to extract every ounce of pleasure from his fingertips.
He began to tease my sensitive bundle more ferociously. He flicked and pinched and stroked, backing off only to start again. I was so wet I was almost dripping, lubricated and ready for my mates to take control of me.
“Tasha,” Roman said, moving his thumb over my clit so that my head rolled back against his shoulder, “I cannot wait to spend my entire life making you feel good. I am so incredibly in love with you.”
“I want to wake up to this every morning,” I moaned, back arching as Roman grazed my sensitive nerves and filled my body with delight. “I could honestly do this all day, don’t stop.”
“I’ll never stop,” said Roman.
Hunter kissed me, darting his tongue inside my mouth and pulling back. His eyes were lidded with lust and his cock was fully erect. He stroked it and positioned it at the entrance to my womanhood.
“Are you ready?” He asked. “I want to be inside you.”
I opened my legs and Hunter pushed inside me. I cried out as he filled me. His shaft was warm, hard, and so familiar to me now. He thrust inside me and fireworks went off in my eyes. With each push, I felt closer and closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he continued to go in and out of me. I had to hold on to him for support, my knees weakened with his ministrations.
Hunter pulled one of my legs up and balanced it on his hip. He gripped my thigh hard, leaving red marks where his fingers grabbed me. I moved my hips to match his, rubbing up against him and welcoming his strong member into me. I breathed hard, gasping as he entered me and moaning as he pulled out begging for him to be inside me again. I gripped his shoulders, watching his neck and shoulders constrict and relax with each push. Hunter was in total control of me, and I never wanted it to end.
Roman kept up his teasing, just as he promised, and the combination of my clit being stroked and Hunter’s penis inside me was becoming too much to handle. I cried out, my voice mixing with the bird calls and wind that flowed through the forest. I felt like I was coming back to myself, coming back to my home. That I was taken, not only by my mates, but by my pack.
“I think I’m going to come,” I moaned as Hunter pushed deeper and deeper into me, hitting all the right places.
“Not yet,” said Roman, removing his hand.
My upset at the sudden stop of his fingering was replaced by happiness as Roman press a finger against the opening on my backside.
“Now that we are all together,” said Roman, “you must only have us at once. Hunter and I need to be equal in your eyes. You must love us both the same. You must treat us both the same. And we will make love to you at once to solidify our triad.”
Hunter pulled back and pushed inside me again just as Roman inserted his finger into me. I gasped and bucked, momentary discomfort replaced by calm elation. I pushed back on Roman’s hand as best I could, letting him know he was welcome to have me.
“We will all be married,” said Hunter, “but now that the fear is gone we want to make sure you are in it for the right reasons.”
He thrust into me again and my walls shuddered around him. My orgasm was close.
“We want to mark you,” said Hunter, supporting me and moving my hips closer against his. “We want to imprint on you here, at this moment, so our bond will never be questioned.”
My skin tingled at his words, goosebumps appearing on my flesh. This pleasure, this commitment, they were so intermingled. Was I ready for this? Ready for this moment to be my last as a single woman and my first as the member of a committed triad. Shifters mated for life.
“You will have both of us,” Roman said against my ear, hot breath tickling me. He inserted a second finger in my opening and my walls stretched around them. He moved slowly in and out of me, readying me for what would happen next. I was being opened to them. They would have all of me. No part of me would be left unexplored. I was their territory just as they were mine.
I thought about Wesley, about the uncertainty of our future. About how we struggled with trust and how even when I ran, I could never stay away forever. There was only one option, something I had always known but never wanted. Until now.
“I’ll have both of you,” I said. “Imprint on me. I want to be together. Forever.”
Hunter and Roman both bit down hard on my neck. I cried out as they marked me, teeth digging into my flesh and pleasure coursing over me. They marked me. We were intimate in a way we had never been before, even when we were growing up together. Now we belonged to each other.
Roman pushed inside me. Both men were inside me, taking control, having me for their own. I cried out. The sensation that vibrated through me, this much love, I had never imagined feeling this way. It was elation, relaxation, utter fulfillment. I gave myself to the feelings of pleasure while our bodies moved together.
With each push, grunt, and gasp, I felt my orgasm creeping up on me. Pressure built in my lower stomach, heat spreading out over me. Every muscle in my body tightened, preparing. I touched the side of Hunter’s face, marveling at the sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. Roman’s breath was steady in my ear, hot and damp.
“I’m so close,” I moaned as both men hit a spot deep inside me. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep it together.”
“Let yourself go,” Roman breathed.
“I’ll be right behind you,” Hunter said.
When I came, I saw the sunshine. My vision turned to light and everything around me was clear. For those long, yet too short, moments I was buoyant and empty. The orgasm ricochete
d to every limb and every extremity. My hands grasped blindly to my mates, my head fell back, and I cried out something I can’t remember.
Hunter and Roman followed suit. Their seed spilled into me as they came, heaving and groaning against me. When their thrusting settled and my muscles turned to gummy worms, we looked at each other.
“We somehow always end up naked in the woods,” I said.
“I thought you were into that,” said Roman, smirking at me.
“I’m just into you!” I shrieked.
“I’m into you,” said Hunter, “and sex in the woods.”
“Fair enough,” said Roman. “But I don’t think we can show up for the wedding ceremony like this.”
I looked at us. While we had been, alternatively occupied, dirt and leaves managed to cover us. Drat. I didn’t want to look like a muddy dog on my wedding day.
“Well,” I said, hoping what I would say next wouldn’t upset my mates, “since Wesley is defeated we no longer need to have a quickie wedding. Maybe we hold off for a while? I’m a little bloody, a little dirty, and a lot exhausted.”
Roman leaned forward and pulled me into a kiss. Hunter kissed me after Roman pulled away. Two of everything, I would get used to this very quickly.
“To be quite honest,” said Roman, “I would be relieved if we didn’t get married this afternoon. I want to spend some time with you not under the threat of death.”
“Same,” said Hunter, “as long as we can pretend it’s the wedding night.”
He leaned forward and gave my nipple a pinch. I laughed.
“Already?” I said.
Hunter grinned, “Twice the stamina, baby.”
I would definitely get used to this.
Epilogue
“We are going to be late,” I called, throwing on a jacket over my simple white dress. “Seriously, what is taking you boys so long?”
I stood in the front entryway, waiting for my husbands-to-be to meet me. The wedding was today, the real wedding. I glanced in the mirror, checking to make sure the few lingering cuts and scars were not visible under my dress.
I smiled at what I saw. My hair had grown out, bushy and wild. It curled and billowed in the humidity, but shone in the sunshine. My cheeks were pink, tinted just so with sunburn from long days out by the lake or in the woods. There were two small bite marks on the sides of my neck, hardly visible. Unless, of course, you knew where to look for them.
We had waited to have the proper wedding. That day, four weeks ago, when we ran Wesley out of town, was all a blur. I remembered the fighting, the fear, the sex, and the relief. But the individual moments, the buildup, and the relief, were all a blur.
Roman had taken social control upon our return to the pack. He explained what happened. Just like that, the pack relaxed. According to Hunter, they threw a party that night, complete with drinking and partying into the early hours. Amber told me she was so happy she was so happy she kissed one of the newly of-age wolves. A wild woman.
But the three of us, we had made our way home, fallen into bed, and slept for three days. The wedding was postponed, to the next full moon. It was nearly moonrise now, tonight, on the night of our wedding. We could not be late.
“Boys,” I shouted again, “seriously, I would appreciate it if I could actually get married this time. The pack will think we all got cold feet.”
Roman appeared first. My heart flutter when I saw him. His golden body wore a suit well. It was Dark blue with a silver vest, the color of the lake in the moonlight.
“If I knew you’d look that beautiful,” he said, twirling me and planting a light kiss on my forehead, “I would have married you much sooner.”
I laughed, pulling his head down to kiss me properly. I still felt fireworks course through my body every time we kissed.
We pulled apart and I said, “I am worried to let you leave the house! You look so good, what if someone tries to steal you?”
“You’ll fight them,” he said with a wink, “it turns out you are very good at that.”
“Nah.”
Hunter appeared in the hall, running a hand through his permanently messy hair. He wore a silver suit with a dark blue vest, the mirror image of Roman. The silver played off his olive skin, drawing out his tan in ways that made him dangerously sexy. I bit my lip.
“You and I both know we will have to bail her out of any fights.”
I reached forward to slap Hunter playfully. He grabbed my arm, pulling me toward him. He leered, teasingly, down at my dress.
“I could help you out of that dress,” he said, “if you wanted to skip this whole wedding thing.”
“No!” Roman and I said in unison.
Hunter shrugged, “Fine, fine, but afterward promise me we are not going to spend too long at the reception. Your ass looks so good in that slinky little number I’m practically salivating.”
“I am salivating,” said Roman.
I pulled them both into me for a kiss. I loved the feeling of their mouths on mine, tongues dancing together, one relationship, one family. We parted and I looked at them through heavily lidded eyes.
“Trust me,” I said, “this blushing bride is going to be thinking about one thing the entire evening. We are going to leave the wedding as soon as possible. But we have to get there first!”
Roman swept his hand at the door and Hunter pulled it open.
“Go forth into the night, my charming lady,” said Roman with an exaggerated flourish.
“We will follow your lead,” said Hunter, smiling at me.
I was full to bursting with love. Smiling, I took their hands, pulling them to my sides. Then we stepped out into the night, into our new lives, together.
Author's Note
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