by Diane Leyne
Then they turned her over on her hands and knees so she could take on two at a time, one in her pussy and one in her mouth. They may not be Mated, but her men were still wolf-shifters and had remarkable recuperative powers, which was one of the reasons for a Mating Ceremony. Penelope knew she’d be sore and exhausted in the morning, but if she were their Mate, she’d be bounding out of bed, energized by the encounter.
They surprised her with their final maneuver. Kent lay beside her, watching as Jack took her from behind as she sucked off his brother. Idly, he reached up, playing with her tits as they swayed and jiggled from the pounding she was getting from behind, gently tugging at her nipples.
When John and Jack finished, they moved her so she was on top of Kent. She collapsed gratefully onto him, like a rag doll, totally spent as the picked her up and gently lowered her until she was fully impaled on Kent’s erect cock. Her pussy was swollen and tender, and it was a sweet agony to have him inside her.
Laying back down, she placed her head down on his chest, eyes closed, feeling him moving, twisting with the help of the other men until his legs were hanging off the side off the bed, and then other hands were maneuvering her until she was on her knees, with Kent’s cock still buried deep inside her.
Next, she felt multiple hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, and the lubed finger breeching her ass. They’d had anal sex many times in the past, but not since they’d been concentrating on mating. Hell, she’d barely had a cock in her mouth for the past year, as they’d become obsessed with making her theirs. They’d become almost celibate between Mating attempts, and so tense between attempts that sex had become rare and perfunctory.
Now, it was like they were trying to make up for lost time. Maybe deciding to stop trying to Mate was the right decision after all.
Penelope felt the finger in her ass moving and moaned with pleasure. She could hear Kent’s heart beating beneath her cheek and the movement of his hand on her back, soothing her as a second lubed finger pushed inside. It had been so long and she was so tight that she flinched at the invasion. The fingers quickly retreated, and then came the sound of more lube being squirted, before the nozzle was pushing inside her asshole. She jumped as the cold lube was squirted directly insider her.
Kent chuckled and held her close as the fingers returned, determinedly pushing before pausing. This time, it didn’t hurt, but she did feel full and stretched, even more so when the fingers started moving in a scissoring motion, opening up her ass more and more.
She wiggled, and Kent’s cock twitched inside her as he pulled her tightly to him, mashing her breasts against his chest, and he stroked her back as he held her still.
“Soon!”
She wasn’t sure if Kent’s word was a promise or a threat, but her pussy was pulsing again in need. She needed to move, but he held her firm as a third finger invaded her ass. This hurt, and she wanted to cry out, but then Tucker was beside her, his hand on her cheek, his tongue invading her mouth, preventing the sound before it could come out. For a moment, she forgot about the invading fingers, but when they suddenly withdrew, she was empty and made a whining sound of disappointment against his mouth.
But then the head of his cock pressed against her now-distended opening. Slowly but firmly, the cock pressed for entrance. Under normal circumstances, it would be a tight fit, but with Kent filling her pussy, she felt impossibly stretched and turned on as the cock buried itself in her ass.
“Oh, god, Penelope. I feel like I died and went to heaven.” Jack. It was Jack who was balls-deep in her ass. And then he was moving, pounding into her, the lust overtaking him as he took her in such a primitive way.
Kent didn’t even have to move. He gripped her hips tightly as Jack’s pounding moved her back and forth on Kent’s cock. Suddenly, there was a movement to her side. It was Tucker, urging her mouth open so he could press his cock inside.
It felt good, so damned good. She had three of her men inside her. She reached out blindly for the fourth. Obviously knowing his woman well, John moved toward her, and she could hear his groan as she wrapped her hand around his cock.
Mine, she thought. All mine.
All too soon, Jack shot rope after rope of hot cum into her ass and quickly pulled out and disappeared into the bathroom. She didn’t have a chance to feel empty as John pulled away from her grasping fingers, moved behind her, and quickly filled her, his way eased by his brother’s cum.
Kent held her so tightly that she knew she’d have bruises on her hips in the morning, but she didn’t want him to let go. Tucker pulled out of her mouth, but before she could protest, Jack was back pushing his damp cock, already at half-mast, into her mouth, and she suckled strongly.
As soon as John came, Tucker took his place as a now fully hard Jack was shooting his load down her throat. She groaned, overloaded with cum and not being able to swallow fast enough so that some dripped down her chin and onto Kent’s chest.
“Hurry,” Kent commanded. “I want my turn in her ass!”
Tucker laughed and pounded into her harder before coming in her ass and then pulling away. She could feel the sticky mess dripping out of her and wanted to cry. Her men. Her wolves. And yet not. It wasn’t fair!
As soon as Tucker pulled out, Kent rolled her, his cock still buried inside her pussy. Sliding out, John took his place before rolling her again so that now she was on top of him as Kent lined his cock up with her opening, but he didn’t push in. Instead, leaning down, he whispered in her ear as he lay on top of her in a rare moment of stillness.
“You are ours, Penelope. Forget the Mating Ceremony. We can be happy together. We will be happy together. Never ever forget or doubt just how much we love you. We are a family.” And then, with no hesitation, he pushed in until he was buried balls-deep inside her. “You. Are. Ours.”
Chapter Two
Penelope lay awake staring at the ceiling. It was early still. She knew she had to get up soon and head down to the café, but she was trying to put it off. Jack and John had already left for their shifts at the Fire Station, but she was sandwiched between a sleeping Kent and Tucker, who weren’t working today.
She thought back to the night before. They’d tried yet again to Mate, but like every other attempt, it had been an abject failure and she couldn’t keep her disappointment out of her voice when they’d given up yet again.
“It’s never going to happen, is it?” Penelope knew her voice had sounded sad and tired and defeated and that was just how she felt after yet another failure. She had prepared to walk back from the glade on the third night of the full moon with her destined Mates. These were the only men in the world for her, men that she should be Mated with in the wolf-shifter sense. These were the men she should be tied tightly to for the rest of her life via the Mating Ceremony. But instead, they were heading home still Unmated.
Tucker pulled her tight and kissed her forehead followed by his twin Kent. Then the Stephens brothers kissed her. It was clear that none of them felt like talking.
She had dressed slowly, her gaze going to her men as they, too, dressed, and her heart swelled. She would be the luckiest woman in the world to have two sets of hot firefighter twins as crazy for her as she was for them. Kent and Tucker O’Mara and John and Jack Stephens.
After their failure, the five of them slowly made their way back to Kent’s SUV. Penelope slid in beside him with his twin Tucker on her right, with John and Jack in the back,
The men were technically cousins, although since their mothers were identical twins, they were closer than that, almost brothers both by blood and inclination. They had gone through school together, courted Penelope together, and now served together in the Harmony Fire Department.
They were also so damned hot. Being related, they all had similar looks, but it was surprisingly easy to tell them apart. Hot-headed Kent, their Alpha, was a bundle of energy, never staying still for a moment, while his twin Tucker was laid back and chill. John and Jack were closer in personality, but whereas
John lived in jeans, Jack was a clothes horse with a bigger wardrobe than the other three put together.
The men had been born only hours apart and had grown up together. Kent was the oldest of the four, being twenty minutes older than his twin Tucker. John was a minute younger than Kent and ten minutes older than his twin Jack. They were four years older than Penelope. And what was fairly usual in Harmony, since the pack was only a couple of generations old, their mothers were humans while their dads were shifters.
All four of them were just over six feet tall with dark hair and eyes and lots of bulging muscles. As firefighters, keeping in shape was part of the job, and as wolf-dog shape-shifters, they were naturally strong and fit. Combine the two and you had men with bodies that would make any woman drool. And they were hers forever. Or they should have been. But no matter how often they tried or what they did, the Mating ceremony would not work. They left each time, feeling that much more frustrated and discouraged.
The ceremony was a sacred act amongst their people. The five of them all had wolf-shifter blood. As a woman, Penelope couldn’t shift like the males, and she wasn’t physically as strong and didn’t have the same level of heightened senses as her men, but she was more than the average human woman. This fact was the only thing that kept their relationship, even though they were Unmated.
And not being able to shift didn’t make her desire to be formally Mated any less. In some way, she both wanted and needed it more than her men did. Being the sole woman in a relationship with multiple men wasn’t easy at the best of times. One human woman wouldn’t be able to keep four men, especially shifters, satisfied, and Penelope sometimes had a hard time keeping up, but she did because she loved them all.
Her friend Lena had only three mates. Ginger had yet to find her Mate or Mates and claimed she would only consider human males while she, Penelope, had, or should have, four Mates. But Penelope and her men just couldn’t seem to make the ceremony work.
The Mating Ceremony was important to them all, even if her men tried to pretend it didn’t matter as much to them. It was more than just a wedding ceremony as it was more than just a promise made. It caused actually physiological changes in the Mated wolves and their Mate, which tied them together for life. From the moment of the ceremony, not only were they vowing eternal loyalty, but they would become physically unable to be attracted to another. They’d be insatiable for their Mate, especially during the time of the full moon, and she’d be insatiable for them.
The female in the equation could be human or descended from wolf-shifters like Penelope. Regardless, she’d be infused with the Mating lust and, if she was human, she’d be partially transformed to be like the women who were born into wolf-shifter families. Her senses would become keener and her body stronger, and she would desire only her Mates and she’d desire them often. The females, once Mated, even those of shifter blood, still wouldn’t shift, but in all other ways, they became a physical and sexual match for their strong and lusty Mates.
The men and Penelope had grown up in Harmony and had known each other all their lives. On some level, they’d always known they’d be together. Because of the age difference, they hadn’t gone on a date, hadn’t kissed, and hadn’t made love until she was eighteen. It had been hard. They had gone off to university as she started high school. They’d come home on all the holidays, and she’d drunk in all their stories of fun and games and braced herself to hearing about stories of their conquests, but either they were celibate during university or they just avoided telling her the stories.
She had dated a bit during high school, but never seriously. Mostly she went out with her friends in groups. Eventually, she realized that none of the high school boys would ever measure up, and she stuck to the group activities and outings. Her best friends Lena and Ginger supported her decision and made sure that she was always a part of the group. Like her, Lena had her wolf-shifters that she loved and was waiting for the right time to make it permanent. Ginger, on the other hand, had vowed at an early age that she wasn’t getting involved with shape-shifters, so she happily played the human field.
Penelope and her wolves finally consummated their relationship the night of her twenty-first birthday, but they had held off with the Mating Ceremony. Penelope wanted to go to Cornel School of Business back east, and they knew that Mating with a capital M would make that impossible as she would not be able to be away from all of her men for that long and none of the men could go east with her since they’d all just started firefighter training. Of course, each of them had volunteered to put off his training and accompany her east, but she’d insisted they continue and so they had. She’d gone east and studied hard.
Her slightly OCD Mates had drawn up a formal schedule, and every month, one of them had come out for a weeklong visit. As a result, she’d taken an apartment off campus so that she wouldn’t have to explain her lifestyle to non-shifters who might find her rotating stable of boyfriends hard to understand, especially when it would be clear to any observer that the men were related. All were just over six feet with dark hair and eyes with muscular build, taking after their maternal grandfather. Their dark good looks contrasted to Penelope’s blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin.
Her friends would also not have understood that her men slept on the couch when they visited, and they would have been shocked to realize she was a virgin. At first, Penelope had planned to seduce them one by one, even going so far as to buy the most uncomfortable couch she could find. But when she’d seen the stricken look on Kent’s face when she’d unbuttoned her blouse, she realized that this meant a lot to them, so she traded in her lumpy sofa for a comfortable sleeper sofa and resolved to wait. She also bought a vibrator that she hid away from her men and used to take the edge off her frustration.
On the plus side, since she had no interest in partying or dating other men, she was able to spend all of her free time, during the weeks when the men weren’t visiting, devoted to her studies. As a result, Penelope ended up graduating early and with honors, and her four men stood proudly beside her parents at her graduation ceremony. She could have had her pick of restaurants to manage, but she wanted a business of her own, and she wanted that in Harmony so she could be with her men, although they would have moved anywhere she wanted to settle.
Once back home, she’d thrown herself into establishing the Sunshine Cafe, working long hours to get it off the ground and longer hours once it was opened. Most days she was in by 5:00 a.m., sometimes earlier, to get ready for the breakfast crowd, and didn’t leave until four or even later, once the lunch crowd was gone and she’d cleaned up and gotten organized for the next day. Luckily she didn’t serve dinner or she’d had had zero life outside her business.
It took a year to get the café off the ground and another before it was a success and she was able to hire additional staff beyond the couple of part-timers who she started off with. Penelope worked hard and gradually grew her business. Her men helped, working for free on their days off, waiting and bussing tables for free.
When they weren’t helping at the café, her men were working in pairs in alternating shifts. Kent and Tucker worked together, three days on and then four days off. John and Jack always worked their three days when Kent and Tucker were off, and there was always one day a week they were all off.
She tried to spend all her nights with her men, but she soon realized that she just couldn’t do it. They’d tried their best to change her mind and had faithfully promised that they’d just cuddle and go to sleep early, but those nights had quickly turned into marathon sex sessions as all of the men’s libido seemed to be sent into overdrive just by laying beside her, no matter how hard they tried to contain it, and she had to give them credit. They did try. She did her best to help reduce temptation by wearing baggy sweats and no makeup, but apparently just the scent of her overwhelmed them and they in turn overwhelmed her and her good intentions and she went another night with little sleep while they had the wolf-stamina that would let them g
o all night and still wake up bright eyed and bushy tailed, literally, sometimes.
So she laid down the law. To be fair to both sets of brothers, she banned each of them from her bed one night a week. And it was easier on Penelope, only seeing two at a time. Without the benefit of having been Mated, satisfying four horny men wore her out and she had a business to run, so she had to get firm and set a schedule.
She’d only be with the four of them together once a week, other than during the full moon. The rest of the week, she’d spend two nights with one set of twins and two nights with the other. The other two nights, she spent alone, catching up on her sleep and doing all the paperwork that being a small business owner required.
Life continued, and they all got used to the rhythm and they were all happy, more or less. She knew that the guys hated the nights they were banned from her bed. Luckily with their jobs, they were all occupied three nights a week because of their shift work.
But Penelope was still always tired trying to keep up with her four men who were demanding and insatiable in bed to keep satisfied when it sometimes seemed like they were trying to kill her with orgasms. She knew something was missing, but she pretended not to notice as she concentrated on her business and her wolves. But she knew that they wouldn’t be satisfied with the way things were for long.
They’d known all their lives that they were meant to be together, but they’d respected her wishes, understanding that she needed to do this. But on the night of her twenty-fifth birthday, they’d come to her with a proposal. They loved her, they said, and it was time. She agreed. It was time.
She loved them more than anything, and the thought of being Mated to them for life felt good. In fact, if felt better than good. And it would have the added benefit of helping relieve some of the perpetual exhaustion she felt trying to run a business and deal with four horny men. And the idea of having a little pup or two running around the house was starting to invade her thoughts, but that couldn’t happen without a formal mating.