“Watching you get off is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he says then climbs up my body, leaving kisses on my heated skin as he travels to my neck to suck the spot he told me he would bite when he claims me.
“Mmm,” is the only response I can manage.
Lizzie
“You going to fight me again, little one?” My eyelids slowly open to the sound of Dom’s rough baritone voice. My loosely closed fists rub my eyes, but they’re so damn hot and sore from crying that I have to press my palms into them for relief. The stinging ache only subsides for a moment before I force my hands away and open my eyes to stare back at the two werewolves in the room. My eyes alternate focus between my two mates.
When I see Dom’s serious expression, my body instantly recoils. My shoulders hunch and I pull up my legs, wrapping the soft, thick comforter tightly around my body. Shame washes over me, but I can’t help my body’s reaction. I know he’s my mate, but my heart hasn’t accepted what my mind has come to terms with. Or maybe it’s vice versa; I can’t tell. His bulky shoulders rise with his heavy intake of air. The sight of his anger forces a strangled whimper from my throat. I forcefully swallow as I remember his question. “No,” I whisper. I won’t fight him anymore. Not intentionally, but I can’t stop my defensive reactions.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” My chest aches at his soft words.
I keep my head hung low as I reply, “I know.” He’s my mate, and I know everything that the word means. I used to dream of the day, but that was before my life turned into a nightmare.
I listen to them both approach and feel a dip as they sit on the left side of the bed. I lift my eyes to find both of them watching me expectantly. My handsome hunter and gorgeous savage are an intimidating pair. I smile weakly at them, feeling both unworthy and grateful. In truth, I’m relieved to find my mates, but sadness overrides that relief. I’m all too aware of how hollow my chest feels. I know that as their mate, I’m supposed to feel a pull to them. I’m supposed to desire their touch. And I do, but it’s subdued. It’s so weak I can barely feel the gentle pull. Dom slowly reaches for me with his hand turned upward. I breathe in deep and put my hand in his; it’s so small in comparison. His large fingers wrap around my hand and pull me to him. I willingly prop myself up on my knees and silently crawl in between my mates.
They must hate that they’re stuck with me. That fate gifted them such a fragile and broken mate.
I wish I could be better for them. If I could change, I would.
“You going to let us claim you, baby girl?” I nod at Caleb’s question as my eyes focus on his gorgeous body. Both men are only wearing jeans. My mouth waters at the sight of their broad bare chests. I may not feel the electric pull I’m supposed to, but I’m still a hot-blooded woman. My eyes roam their bodies shamelessly as my own heats in desire.
“Are you going to accept our marks and both of us as your mates?”
I nod my head and let out an easy sigh. “Yes.” I watch as Dom shifts under my gaze and palms his growing erection through his jeans. I love that my gaze of lust is enough to make him want me. It brings a heated blush to my cheeks and a small smile to my lips.
“You know we have to take you to claim you? We have to fuck you and scar you with our bites.” Caleb’s words draw my attention to him.
I swallow as my thighs clench at the thought and nod my head. “Yes.” I never thought I’d be claimed. Why would I, when my wolf has never showed herself. Until last night, when they told me they were my mates, I hadn’t realized how badly I wanted it still.
“Come here, I want to taste you.” I scoot my body closer to Caleb, my hunter, and offer my mouth to him. His soft lips press against mine. His tongue licks along the seam and I instantly part for him. His strong hand grips my hip and pulls me closer to him. I feel Dom’s hand run along my shoulder and slowly grip my nape. As his fingers close around my neck, I break my kiss from Caleb and turn to Dom. Caleb nestles his head in the crook of my neck and gently sucks my sensitive skin.
I moan from Caleb’s sweet touch as Dom’s teeth nip my bottom lip. My blue eyes find his silver gaze and I nearly crumble from the look of utter devotion. I lean into his lips and his tongue dives into my warm mouth, exploring and tasting with his savage hunger. I hear Caleb unzip his pants as his teeth bite down on my tender earlobe. I moan into Dom’s mouth as Caleb climbs behind me on the bed before pulling me away from Dom and into his naked lap, his hard erection digging into the curve of my backside.
My breath comes in short pants as I crane my head to look into Caleb’s hard silver eyes. As I do, his hands travel to my breasts, roughly kneading them before pinching my nipples. His gaze holds mine the entire time and I gasp as the pain shoots a heated pulse to my core, dampening my entrance with arousal.
“You like that, baby girl?”
I whimper as his deft fingers pinch my nipples again and let my head fall back onto his shoulder in desire. I barely whisper to the ceiling, “Yes.” Dom kisses the front of my exposed throat as his naked body settles in front of me on the bed. My eyes travel from his massive erection up his bulky muscles, to his heated gaze. I swallow as my body starts to shake, overwhelmed with a mix of fear and lust. I fail to steady my hands as Dom reaches for them. Fuck. Adrenaline spikes through my blood as my breathing hitches. I wish I could stop this. I wish I could stop my body from fearing him. It’s all too obvious he’s not the man who haunted my dreams. But the scars are just too deep. Even the smallest hints of the past cripple me. I let him take both of my hands in his and try to steady my breathing. He kisses the knuckles on each hand while rubbing soothing circles against my pulse.
I close my eyes as stray tears travel gently down my cheeks. I’m ashamed at my response to my mates. Caleb licks away the tears. He kisses my hair and whispers, “You’re all right. You’re here with us. We’ll take care of you.” I choke out a sob as my forehead lands on Dom’s chest. Caleb’s strong arms circle tightly around my waist as Dom’s wrap around my shoulders. They both whisper calming, loving words, but I can barely hear them. My blood rushes in my ears and the sound drowns out everything else. Caleb and Dom lay me down on my side, keeping their hot, hard bodies pressed against mine.
“Please love me,” I gasp.
“We do, little one.”
I shake my head against his chest and rock my pussy against his thigh. “No. Like this. Please. Please take the pain away,” I beg helplessly into his chest.
“No.” He denies me, saying, “Not like this.” My tears fall recklessly onto Dom’s chest.
“Please. I need you two.” A warmth flows through my body as Caleb nibbles my neck and Dom’s hand cups my bare pussy. “Yes.”
“We’ll take care of you,” Dom whispers at my lips before taking them with his own. Caleb’s fingers travel along the curve of my hips as I rub my sensitive, hardened nipples into Dom’s chest and push my ass into Caleb’s hips.
I moan into Dom’s mouth, “Please.” I need this from them. I’ve never dealt with the past. I’ve never wanted to. I don’t have a choice now, but I just can’t take the overwhelming sadness crushing my chest. I need their touch. I need to feel something other than fear. Their desire can be that something. I want to feel all-consuming pleasure. Caleb nestles his dick deeper against my ass and gently rocks into me. I moan louder, feeling it vibrate in my chest as Dom rubs the head of his cock on my clit before burrowing it against my folds, grinding into me at a steady pace.
The feel of both of them taking pleasure from my body, both dangerously close to taking my virginity, makes me dizzy with desire.
“Please,” I beg as my head spins with a hot, burning need for release. My arousal eases their movements as they rock faster. Even without either of them in me, I feel unbelievably full as Dom’s dick assaults my clit and Caleb’s rubs against my forbidden ring. They thrust faster, as if they’re fucking me, yet I’m achingly empty. Feeling their need to reach their own climax steals my breath. I breathe in hot, heavy
air as a cold sweat breaks out along my skin. Dom grips my hip harder and Caleb pulls my thigh tighter to him as they thrust in unison. Caleb kisses my neck while Dom does the same to my breasts, sucking my nipples before pulling them between his teeth.
Their hands roam over my body, gripping and caressing and pulling at me with a desperate need. It’s all-consuming, as if they’re everywhere at once. I arch my back and wrap my arms around Dom’s neck, screaming my pleasure into my bite, while Caleb nearly slips inside of me, and I come violently in their arms. My body trembles with waves of heat burning through me as they both find their release, the three of us peaking in unison. I breathe heavily as the tremors subside.
“I love you, Lizzie.”
“I love you too, Liz.” They declare their love for me into the hot air between us before leaving kisses in my damp hair and on my forehead.
I hear their words of devotion and I desperately want to feel the same way, but in this moment, I can’t say the words back, because I refuse to lie to my mates. A piece of my heart is gone and I just can’t let them in to something that’s so broken.
“One day you’ll say it back to us, but before that day comes, I want you to cry for me, Liz. I want you to pour yourself out to me completely.”
“And I want you to shift for me. I don’t want any part of you hidden from me.”
I nod into Dom’s chest while squeezing Caleb’s strong hand, silently praying for that day to come.
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Prologue
Dom
Becca
Dom
I crack my knuckles and stretch my arms above my head while looking out over the football stadium from my suite. I fucking love that this is my office. But then again, when you do what I do, your “office” can be anywhere. I snatch my scotch from the bar and tell Johnny to grab our lunch. Taking a seat on the sectional, I pull out my phone to look at my schedule. My first drop-off should be here soon.
Becca
I’m so fucking nervous. I click my phone on and see I have fifteen minutes to find the bookie’s suite. I clutch my purse tighter, holding the Coach Hobo closer to my side. I’ve got twelve thousand in cash under a scarf, and the idea I’m going to be mugged and then killed by the bookie is making my blood rush with adrenaline and anxiety. I can’t believe Rick would put me in this position. Shit. I’m such a bitch. I swallow the lump in my throat and square my shoulders to keep the tears pricking the back of my eyes from surfacing. Now is not the time to think about Rick. And it’s not like he asked me to do this. His problems keep coming after me, and I want to cover my bases.
The knock at the door seems hesitant, and that makes a deep, rough chuckle rumble in my hard chest. Whoever’s behind the door is scared, and I live for that fear. They’re right to be scared. I didn’t get where I am today by being kind and understanding. Fuck that. I’m a ruthless prick, and I know it. Doubt fills my chest for a fraction of a second, but I shut that shit down ASAP. I’m a tough fucker, and I’m not going to let some pussy emotions make me weak. Some days I wish I didn’t have to be such a cruel asshole. I don’t like fucking guys up, breaking their legs and hands or whatever body part they pick – if I let them choose. But they know what they’re signing up for when they do business with me. Damn shame they don’t have a doctorate degree in Statistics from Stanford, like me. A devilish grin pulls at my lips. If you’re gonna be making bets with me, you better be ready to pay up.
I wipe the cold sweat from my hands and onto my dress, ball up my small fist even tighter and knock on the door a little harder. I wonder if the people walking by know why I’m here. I swallow thickly, feeling like a dirty criminal. My eyes dart to an older woman with kind eyes and grey-speckled hair pushing a caterer’s cart past me. I’m sure she knows. I’m sure everyone who looks at me knows I’m up to no good.
My eyes glance from left to right as I wait impatiently. Sarah’s waiting outside, and I have to pick up my son from soccer practice soon. I lick my lower lip as the nerves start to creep up again. I’ll just pretend this isn’t real. Just hand them the money and walk away. Back to real life. Back to my assistant, and move on with my normal, nonthreatening, everyday life.
I take my time getting to the door. No matter how much money they owe me, or how much they’ve won, they need to know I do everything whenever the fuck I please. If they have to wait, they have to wait. But I sure as shit don’t wait for them. I open the door and my cold, hard heart pumps with hot blood and desire.
A petite woman in fuck-me pink heels and a grey dress that clings to her curves and ends just above her knees is staring back at me with wide, frightened hazel eyes. Her breasts rise and fall, peeking out of the modest neckline. Her black cardigan is covering up too much of her chest, and I narrowly resist the urge to push it off her shoulders. My eyes travel along her body in obvious appreciation before stopping at her purse. She’s clinging to it like it’s her lifeline. A tic in my jaw starts to twitch. What’s a woman like her doing making bets with a guy like me? Johnny handles most of that shit now. We aren’t supposed to take bets from women. I don’t like it. I’m definitely going to have to ask him about her.
The door opens, and I nervously peek up through my thick, dark lashes at the gorgeous man looking down at me. The lines around his eyes mean he’s every bit the man he looks, but his devilish white-toothed grin gives him a boyish charm meant to fool women like me. He’s fucking hot in a black three-piece suit that’s obviously been tailored to fit his large chiseled frame perfectly. With that crisp white button-down shirt and simple black tie you’d think he was a young CEO, but his muscular body, piercing blue eyes and messy dark hair that’s long enough to grab, make him a sex god. Lust and power radiate from his broad chest as his eyes travel down my body. He looks like a man who knows how to destroy you.
A wave of desire shoots through me when my eyes meet his heated stare. My breathing hitches, and I swallow down the distress I'm feeling at my treacherous body. I’ll just give him the money Rick owed him and get the fuck out of here. At the reminder of why I’m standing in his doorway, I push my purse toward him.
I grin at her obvious nervousness and cock a brow as I say, “Purses aren’t my style, doll.” Pulling the door open wider, I step aside just enough for her to get through. Her soft body gently brushes against mine as she walks through the small opening I gave her. The subtle touch sends a throbbing need to my dick and I feel it harden, pushing against my zipper. She hustles a little quicker when I lean closer to her. Her hips sway, and I stifle a groan when I see that dress clinging to her lush ass. Fuck, I want that ass. I never mix business with pleasure, but there’s an exception to every rule. Something about her just pulls me in. Something about the way she’s carrying herself. It's like she needs me, or maybe I need her. My dick jumps as she turns around to fully face me. Fuck, at least one part of me desperately wants her attention.
His body touching mine makes every nerve ending in my core ignite; I nervously squeeze the strap of my purse. I just want to get the hell out of here, but my stupid heart is longing for comfort. My trembling bo
dy is aching with need. What the hell is wrong with me? It’s only been three days; I should have more respect for Rick than this. I will the tears to go away. I just want to be held. But I know better. This man staring back at me isn’t a man who will hold me and console me. I take in a gasp of air and turn around to face the man my husband owed money to while digging in my purse to gather the bundles of cash.
“Is it all there?” I have no fucking clue who she is, or what she’s supposed to be giving me. Johnny has the list, but he’s not back yet with our lunch. It’s a rarity that I even have to speak during drops. I just like to watch. And when it comes to people not paying up, it’s best if I’m here for that.“I’m sorry it’s late.” His rough fingers brush mine as I hold out the thick stacks of hundreds. His touch sends a shot of lust to my heated core and I close my eyes, denying the desperate need burning inside me. It would feel so good to let him take me the way a man should. I haven’t been touched in months. I haven’t felt desire in nearly a year, and I know for a fact I’ve never felt such a strong pull to a man before, never wanted to give myself to someone like I do him.
“What about the interest?” Her eyes widen with fear, and her breath stalls as her plump lips part. If it’s late, then she should know to pay that extra five percent per day. Compounded. Johnny should’ve told her all that shit. But judging by her silence and that scared look on her face, she doesn’t have a clue. A grin pulls at my lips, but I stifle it. I want her to think I’m mad. I want her to feel like she owes me. I don’t want her money though. She can pay me in a way I’ve never been paid before. I don’t accept ass as payment, but for her, fuck yeah I’ll take it.
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