by Jenika Snow
They covered her with the blanket, and before she knew it, the darkness surrounded her, and an alcohol-induced sleep claimed her.
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Willow slowly opened her eyes, the heavy feeling on them intense. Pushing herself up, she rubbed her eyes, braced her hand on the arm of the couch, and breathed out. Her throat felt so dry, so parched and scratchy. The room was pitch black, and when she turned around, the only light in the room was from the time displayed on the microwave in a luminescent blue color. She was hanging half off the couch and pulled herself to a standing position.
She rubbed her eyes again, looked around, and listened to hear if either of the guys were up. She didn’t know what had woken her up, but when her belly cramped, she knew she was going to vomit. Making her way into the bathroom as quickly and quietly as she could, she shut the door softly, and proceeded to empty the contents of her stomach into the porcelain goddess.
She finished throwing up what she had in her belly, stood up, and washed her mouth out. Grabbing the tube of toothpaste, she smeared a large helping of the minty paste on her finger and started to brush her teeth, knowing it was a little nasty, but not using any toothpaste was even nastier. She cleaned out her mouth, grabbed the mouthwash next, and once her breath and mouth were clean and sanitized, she headed back out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.
She glanced at the pictures on the wall, illuminated by the moonlight that came through the window. It showed the three of them when they were younger, even ones of them at her sixteenth birthday a couple years back. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she breathed out when she saw a text conversation from her and her mother. At least she’d been coherent enough to say she was staying here since it was late, and even more relieved when her mother had told her to be safe and call in the morning.
Putting her cell back in her pocket, she went into the kitchen and poured herself a big glass of water. She drank half of it in one gulp. When she took the three ibuprofens that she found in a small bottle in the cabinet and washed those down with the rest of the water, she rested her hand on the counter.
Closing her eyes and just standing there for a moment, she felt marginally better from the water. Opening her eyes, she was about to head back to the couch but stopped when she heard deep moaning. Looking to her left and listening again, thinking she might have just been hearing things, she breathed out when silence greeted her. Willow was still drunk, so her mind was probably playing tricks on her.
She went back to the couch and rubbed her foot. She closed her eyes and leaned back on the couch cushions. But only a few seconds passed before she snapped them back open again when she heard the deep male moans again.
Could they be doing what she thought they were doing? The moans didn’t sound like they were from pain, but from intense pleasure. If they were doing what she thought they were doing, it was taboo, and wrong in their pride to be with the same sex. It was so close-minded, so disgusting to her that her kind was so discriminatory toward something that came natural to others.
These were her best friends, and she knew she shouldn’t even be having this kind of reaction towards them. But she couldn’t help it, not with the deep, clearly erotic and pleasure-filled moans coming from them. Could they have brought women home? Sure, they could have.
She’d been drunk enough to pass out. But a part of her knew that there were no females here, and that the sounds coming from them were because they were … together. It was the middle of the night, and her desire was a constant burn inside of her as the seconds ticked by. As the moans continued, she became even more aroused at the sight and sound of what was going on in front of her. A part of her said to be ashamed by her desires, that these were her best friends. But she couldn’t help the lust that pounded in her.
Willow rolled over and covered her head with one of the decorative pillows. The fringe at the end covered her eyes, but no amount of fabric or cotton could drown out the moans she still heard. She gave up trying to cloak the noise out, sat up, and looked towards the door where the sound was coming from.
Willow played with the beadwork on the pillow as she stared into the darkness, her lioness eyesight giving her a perfect view of everything happening, as if the sun shone through instead of the moon. And then she found herself standing, walking over to the hallway, and bracing a hand on the wall. The door was so close that if she just reached out, she could have twisted the doorknob and pushed it open.
Willow found herself doing just that, as if she didn’t have control over what was happening or her actions. The door opened soundlessly, but she didn’t push it open all the way, just enough to see the bed in the center of the room, and the erotic scene before her. Her mouth parted on its own, the blood rushed through her veins, and her body heated at the image right in front of her.
Dual-lighting from the moon and the streetlight came through the window. The smell of sweat and sex filled the room, covered her body in this thick, heavy sensation of pleasure, and her heart beat faster. Devon and Case were both on the bed together, the sheets on the floor, and their naked bodies on full display. They were kissing, pressing their hard, sweaty bodies together, and running their hands over each other.
Oh God, she was a voyeur intruding on this moment they shared. They were so in the moment that they clearly didn’t sense her standing here, hear her heart beating, or smell the sweat that started to cover her flesh.
Willow had never seen them naked, not accidentally, in all the years they’d known each other. Scantily dressed in trunks and nothing else, yes, she’d seen that plenty of times when they swam, but this … this was something totally different, and enough to give her an aneurism. The scent of their passion for each other, of their pleasure, made her drunk from it all.
She could see every muscle and bulge that flexed under their skin and she grew wetter. Devon’s hand disappeared between their bodies and whatever he did made Case growl deeply, had his lion flashing to the surface. When Case pushed Devon onto his back, never breaking their kiss, it had her gasping in wonder and arousal. Devon’s cock was huge, long, and thick, and when she looked at Case and saw his dick just as huge, her throat tightened.
There was a pearl-sized drop of pre-cum seeping out of the slit at the tip of Case’s dick. Heat moved through her even harder, her pussy grew wetter, and her clit throbbed. Her mouth watered to taste these males. Devon started pumping his fist over Case’s shaft, their mouths still fused and their tongues twirling together.
Her pussy tingled and her nipples grew hard. She knew this was an invasion of their privacy, but she couldn’t move, couldn’t bring herself to turn away and shut the door. It was mesmerizing watching them find pleasure with each other, and her inner animal woke, paced beneath her flesh, and demanded to share in the pleasure, too.
They broke the kiss and panted heavily as Case moved off the bed and stood by the edge. Willow didn’t know what they were doing, but she continued to watch while her mouth went dry. She wondered what it would feel like to have both of those huge cocks stuffed inside her at once, the three of them that perfect triad she’d always envisioned.
Case got on his knees, grabbed hold of Devon’s erection, and stated stroking it up and down. Devon was on the edge of the mattress, his legs dangling off the edge, and his feet touching the ground. Case’s tongue peaked out and he ran the muscle over the glistening head of Devon’s dick. She was stunned, frozen to the spot as she watched this erotic act. He paid close attention to the slit at the tip, licking, sucking at it until Devon groaned and fisted his hand into the sheets.
“Mate, you’re hungry tonight,” Devon said, and Willow’s heart raced at those words.
Mate? They were mates?
The moonlight shone right on them, illuminating the act and letting her see exactly how filthy they were being. Willow was a good girl, had always been, but what she’d never told anyone, not even Devon or Case, was that she’d had sex before. She’d been with one guy last year. She’d gone to a cabin i
n Utah with her parents for vacation, and there she’d met a wolf-shifter.
He’d been sweet and kind, and told her everything that Willow wanted to hear. But after they’d had sex, the world just disappeared. He left with his family to go back to where he’d come from without even telling her his last name or that he was leaving. She’d been humiliated, even disgusted that she’d allowed herself to give away her virginity like that. She’d never thought about saving it, not even for her mate, because the hard reality was she might never even find her mate. Hell, she may have even met him already, but because her mating instinct hadn’t kicked in yet, telling her and her animal that her mate was there, only hers, she wouldn’t have seen him as anything more than a guy walking by. It was a twist on the mating game, a cruel realization that sucked, but was reality.
She turned her focus back on Devon and Case and knew watching them was wrong on so many levels, but she really couldn’t help herself. Case rolled Devon’s balls in his big hand while he engulfed half of Devon’s huge cock. His head moved up and down and Devon pumped his hips into Case’s mouth. Devon threw his head back and moaned, gripping a chunk of Case’s hair and tugging on it.
“That’s it, suck my cock. Fucking swallow it, mate, take it all in.”
She breathed harder, heavier, and her pussy was soaked. The worst part of it all was that she actually wanted to see them fuck, wanted to watch them give themselves over to each other, mate with each other.
All of the sudden, Case got on the bed and straddled him. Case gripped both of their shafts in one hand, pressed them right up against each other, and as both of them breathed heavily, he started to stroke them, as if he were jerking himself off. She wanted to watch this, to see them both come undone. It seemed with each passing second she’d be able to witness something she had never seen before. This should have been something that made her feel ashamed because she was invading their privacy.
In the next second, twin shots of cum came out of them and landed on Devon’s chest. Case continued to pump his hand over their cocks harder and faster, both shaking as they got off. After several long, pleasure-filled seconds, Case got off Devon, both of them laying on their backs. Their dicks were still hard and straining past their belly buttons, their balls huge twin weights that hung between their thighs.
They started speaking to each other, loving words, ones she’d never seen Devon or Case say. This was definitely an intimate moment, and as much as she loved those men no matter what, and far more than anyone else in this world, she was intruding. She’d never be their mate. They’d found that in each other, and she was happy for them, if not a little sad for herself.
She was about to turn around, to leave them in peace and finally push herself to disregard her desires for them because they would go nowhere. Case and Devon turned and stared right at her. Her mouth parted even further, like she was trying to suck in air, but she couldn’t get any into her lungs. They pushed themselves up on the bed, stared right at her, and to her utter shock, Devon held his hand out to her.
“Come here, Willow,” he said in a low, deep voice.
She shook her head, embarrassed that she’d been caught. But really, why was she surprised? Yes, they’d been engaged together, but no amount of distraction could have a lion-shifter not knowing what was going on around them.
“Willow, please, sweetheart, come here,” Case said now.
As she stared at both of them, her lioness purred. She moved closer to them, further into the room, and she knew that whatever was about to happen would ruin their friendship. Despite that knowledge, she couldn’t stop herself or her emotions.
Chapter Three
Case was still coming down from the intense pleasure he’d shared with his mate, but even though he’d come, he wanted Devon and Willow with a fierceness. He looked at his mate, stared at the hard lines and sweaty flesh that covered his muscles and bones, and took in the fact Devon was hard as rock again. His lion was insatiable. His mate stared at Willow, and Case turned his attention back to the little lioness. Of course they’d known she was standing there watching them. No matter how high they were with pleasure, fear, anger, or whatever emotion consumed them, they would always know where she was.
The scent of her, like freshly fallen snow, a warm summer rain, and wildflowers just blooming for the first time in spring, always surrounded her. It always let them know that she was near. They loved her, even if she wasn’t their mate. One day she’d find that other person, the other half to her soul and lion, and they’d have to back away, even if it would be the hardest thing they’d ever done. The three of them had been inseparable since they were younger, and now school was out, they’d be starting a new chapter in their life, and they’d have to realize that just because they wanted something didn’t mean they could have it.
Case looked at her, at the way her eyes were wide with shock, but how the scent of her arousal as stronger.
“You watched us,” Devon said without question.
She licked her lips, looked between them, and then nodded. “I’m sorry. That was a total invasion of your privacy.” Her voice was soft, maybe even a little embarrassed and frightened. They hadn’t even bothered covering up their nudity, and as she looked down and took in the fact they were still hard, her eyes widened further.
“Come here, Willow,” Case said, held out his hand for her, and waited a moment for her to obey. They’d never talked about going further, never even held hands or kissed as adolescents experimenting. But Case wanted to do so much more with her, wanted so much more, and he knew Devon did as well.
She took another step closer, her hands in front of her, twisting together because she was nervous. Case smelled that in the air, and his lion rose up, wanting to make her feel okay, ease her from feeling that way.
“I should go,” she said breathlessly, her eyes moving back and forth as she looked at them. She went to turn away, her red face, but he stood before she could make it to the door.
Walking up to her, grabbing her shoulders and turning her around, Case stared at her. He knew that what he was about to do, about to offer her, might very well ruin what they had. He stared into her warm brown eyes, smelled the sweet scent that came from her ash-colored shoulder-length hair, and wanted to bury his nose in the silky strands. He looked over his shoulder at Devon, saw his mate nod slowly, and faced Willow again.
“What are you doing, Case?” she asked softly.
“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. Something I know Devon wants as well”—he lowered his gaze to her lips—“and something I know you’ve wanted, too, Willow, something you want now.” Then he leaned down and claimed her mouth, moved his hand behind her head to cup her and hold her to his body, and stroked his tongue along hers.
She gasped, as if from shock, but opened up for him. He touched her tongue with his, moved it along hers, and his cock jerked at the actions. He knew he needed to be inside of her, needed to take her. Devon was right behind him now, his mate’s body seeping into him, having pre-cum spill from the tip of Case’s dick as he envisioned the three of them together. He growled, pulled back to look at her flushed, aroused face, and said in a low, deep voice, “Do you want this?”
She looked over his shoulder at Devon, licked those plump, lush lips of hers, and finally nodded. “Yes, but I’m scared. This could ruin everything.”
Yes, it could, but the need to have her in every way overrode all common sense. He moved out of the way, let Devon stand in front of her, and then his mate was kissing her, taking her mouth in a bruising, brutal kiss that had her whimpering, and had Case needy for more. He touched Devon’s back, the muscles bunching and flexing as he moved forward, pushing Willow backward so she was trapped between his big body and the wall.
Case watched them make out for several seconds, but he couldn’t last like this. He needed to feel both of them, needed to have them pressed up against his body, their slick skin sweaty from fucking. As if Devon read his mind, he moved away, his ch
est heaving up and down as he tried to grapple with his control.
Case moved up to her again, stared into her wide brown eyes and leaned in, slanting his head and pressing his lips against hers. The feeling of charged electricity traveled through him, and he shook from the intensity. Willow didn’t pull away, but she also didn’t kiss him back this time. He could sense her fear and worry, could smell her confusion and curiosity. What he could also smell was a potent aroma of female arousal, and it was coming off her in waves.
When he leaned back and stared into her face, he watched as she licked her lips. It took everything inside of him to hold back his groan of desire. That one sight alone had his cock jerking in response. He had been hard before, but now his shaft was pounding insistently, demanding to be buried deep within her willing body. She might be confused by what he was doing and what she was feeling, but her body was primed. The smell of her sweet, wet pussy called to him, and he could feel the tip of his cock seep with need.
Case noticed her gaze kept flicking over to Devon, and when he turned around and looked at his mate, he could see the desire clearly reflected back. He turned his attention back to Willow and lifted his hand to cup her cheek. As he ran his thumb over the swell of her full bottom lip, he couldn’t help the desire that arose inside of him. He wanted her so bad he could taste it, could feel it in every cell of his body.
The lion in him wanted to claim this woman, wanted to mark her so every male would know that she was loved, protected, and cherished. But he shook his head, knowing that marking her was not something shifters did with just anyone. They marked to show proprietary feelings, of ownership to a mate. She wasn’t their mate. And marking her, even if it would heal, would not be right. So, instead he’d show her how much they loved and wanted her even if she wasn’t theirs by bond. They’d always want her, no matter what.
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Willow could feel the need to be with Devon and Case rise up so strongly inside of her that she lost her breath. Despite the fact this was a very bad idea, she found herself clinging to them, pulling Devon closer as Case kissed her. Case moved away from her and Devon took his place, licking, sucking, and stroking her lips with his tongue and mouth.