A Night with Two Mates

by Kate Rudolph

  "Her name is Darla," said Storm. He offered the alpha a glass of the wine which Jace accepted.

  Jace sipped at the spiced drink, uncaring of his nakedness. He had always been very close to his wolf, this close to the Confluence he had little use for human trappings. "I like her," Jace said. "We will keep her." It was not a question.

  "We will," Storm concurred. He could hear Darla moving about, the door to the bathroom opened and shut as she retrieved the clothes from the hallway. "But you will scare her if she sees you like that too soon."

  Jace looked down at himself. "I am myself," he said. "What does she have to fear?"

  "She is human, for now." Storm was the one who had lived among humans the most, who had even attended university away from the pack. "Until she is ready, we must make her feel safe."

  Storm set the two other glasses of wine aside and went to the fire place, stacking wood and kindling. In minutes the fire built up, heat emanating off the yellow flames. The door opened and closed once more as he set the poker back in its resting place.

  Darla smelled of him and of Jace, her own natural scent mingled with theirs. Storm bit back a groan.

  "The shirt's a little big...oh." Her voice trailed off when she saw Jace.

  Storm looked between the two. Jace had not bothered to clothe himself, but he stood behind the counter, his lower half out of sight from their view. "Hello, little wolf," Jace grinned at her. Darla blushed.

  Had it been another man, Storm would have torn his throat out, but he was glad to know that she reacted to Jace. He stood and approached her, standing so close that he could almost feel her. She leaned in and her shoulder brushed against him. "That is Jace," he said. "He found you."

  Darla looked confused. "But...I thought...I didn't see anyone but you out there."

  "I was hidden," said Jace. "I am good at that."

  "Would you like mulled wine?" Storm asked her. She nodded and he retrieved the glass, letting his fingers trail over her arm before he went. When he returned he could see that her nipples were hard against the thin white shirt. "Please, sit."

  The couch was set up in front of the fireplace and he led her there, letting her soak up the flame and heat up. But he never strayed far, their thighs touching. As he watched the firelight play against her brown hair, he could not help himself. He reached out, taking a strand and twirling it around his finger.

  "You have beautiful hair," he said.

  She smiled and sipped her wine. She did not see Jace come up behind her. He nuzzled at her neck, licking her pulse before pulling back. Darla shivered and closed her eyes. When she opened them, she glanced between Jace and Storm. "I thought this was your cabin, you know, together?"

  Jace threw his head back and laughed. He kissed her neck again before he spoke. "Yes, little wolf. But we love to share."

  Chapter Five

  This wasn't happening. Darla's heart pounded in her chest. It couldn't be happening. She had absolutely no luck finding even one man to take her to bed, and here, in the middle of the forest in fucking Ohio she had two. And one was licking her neck.

  Had she just arched her neck for him?

  It felt so good. Just a little more. She didn't know where Jace had come from, but nothing had ever felt more right than letting him nibble against her. She reached a hand up and grabbed his hair, letting her fingers sink into its softness.

  He moaned and bit down, just a little. The pressure was enough to send a thrill through her, all the way down to her cunt which had grown wetter and wetter.

  She was going to have sex with these men, these two strangers. They'd barely shared any words, but she had never felt more right. She didn't just want them, she needed them. There was something in the way they looked, even their smell. She could feel them in her blood.

  Darla looked at Storm and was stunned to see the blatant need in his eyes. "Are you just going to watch?" She asked, suddenly bold, sure of herself for the first time in forever.

  Storm leaned forward, close enough that she could see that his eyes were not merely gray. There was a ring of gold right around his irises. It was as beautiful as it was strange. "We are not like most men, Darla Martin."

  He spoke solemnly and she knew she should be scared. This was something out of a fairy tale. A wolf had led her to an isolated cabin during a celestial event. But these men made her feel safe. She had no idea why, but every time some part of her tried to question it, the concern evaporated. "What are you?" She asked.

  "We are your men," Jace breathed in her ear. "If you will have us."

  Her nipples were so hard that they were nearly cutting through the shirt. If he kept doing those delicious things with his tongue, she was going to come right there.

  "We are yours," said Storm, "As you are ours." He grabbed her hand and pulled her forward, away from Jace. She had no time to complain before he captured her lips, devouring her mouth in the most passionate kiss of her life. Heat sang through her, obliterating any thoughts of resistance, any thoughts of sense. There was no room for that tonight. Storm pulled back and licked his lips, his long tongue taking its time. "Will you have us?"

  There was more to the question. Darla knew she didn't understand it all, she knew it was foolish to agree to anything without all of the information. But if he didn't kiss her like that again, she knew she would perish. She might perish if he did kiss her again, but that was not relevant. "I will have you both."

  Storm crushed her to him once again and said the strangest thing. In fact, she couldn't understand most of what he said. Only one word rang through. "Mate."

  Yes, she planned to mate with them. But it was clear that there was more to it than the act of love itself. And she remembered why she had come into the forest in the first place. The planetary alignment, the werewolf sightings.

  The claiming.

  "You're werewolves!" She exclaimed. She didn't mean to make the accusation, but it popped out before she could pull it back.

  Jace came around the couch and she could see know what she hadn't seen before. He was naked, hard and aroused and ready for her. His green eyes were on fire and he threw back his head and let out a howl, the sound deafening inside the cabin.

  When he looked back down at her, he was surrounded by an unearthly glow, it was as if he had taken the moon inside of himself but he could not contain it all. Everything was light, but she felt no heat from it. Darla could not look away. He stalked closer and closer, his erection proud and huge, his eyes dangerous.

  She should have been running. She should have been terrified. But Darla had never been more turned on in her life. This man, this werewolf, was glowing with arousal for her. And there was nothing she wanted more than to take him inside of her, to feel all of that power within.

  But he didn't fuck her. He was gentle, resting his hand on her cheek and tilting her chin up so she could face him fully. The light was no longer around him. Instead, it hung between them, closer to her now and getting closer by the second. With every breath, Darla breathed it in. She could already feel that it was doing something to her.

  Changing her. Making her like them.

  And finally, after more than half of the light was within her, Jace closed the distance between them, kissing her just as passionately as Storm had only moments before. As they kissed, Storm continued to chant between them.

  Arousal surged through Darla. Stronger, more potent than anything conjured by a mere kiss. This was the work of the light within her. She wrapped her arms around Jace, holding him close with unfamiliar strength.

  He let his hands roam up and down her back, gently, as if she were made of crystal.

  Darla loved it. She had never had a lover treat her so tenderly. Her few sexual encounters had been disappointingly quick and unsatisfying. She knew that these two men would have no trouble in that department. She reached down between them with one hand, taking Jace's hard cock into her palm and stroking it.

  He groaned, hips jerking as if he had not expected her to act
.

  She could feel even more heat within her, raging out of control. She wanted to taste her men, but she lost focus. If Jace had not caught her, she would have fallen backward. She slumped down, limp for just a second.

  A torrent of pleasure ripped through her, exploding out. Darla tilted her head back and yelled. She yelled and yelled until the sound changed, tweaked ever so slightly.

  Darla Martin howled.

  Chapter Six

  Euphoria surged through her, a rush of endorphins unlike anything she'd experienced before. Knowledge of a world not her own engulfed her. The Confluence, how the wolves shifted, the intricacies of pack. Even more importantly, the intricacies of mating.

  Darla had been changed, irrevocably by her walk in the woods. She felt no regret.

  She looked at Jace and Storm with new eyes. These men were no longer strangers, they were her mates, bound and belonging to her as much as she belonged to them.

  Storm stood and offered her a hand. Darla took it, feeling a spark of electricity as their skin touched. How had she not known him when she first saw him? “Mate,” she said, wonder in her words. She looked back at the naked Jace and smiled. “Also mate.”

  Jace followed close behind her, his hands lying softly on her hips as Storm led her through to the back of the cabin. To the sumptuous bedroom at the back of the cabin. A huge bed dominated the space, dwarfed only by the wall of windows. They made the room seem like it was a part of the forest, as connected as she was to the wolf that had just been born inside of her.

  Once they were through the door, Jace grabbed her around the waist, his mouth nipping at her neck once more. She arched to give him access. Every sense was heightened now. She could smell both Jace and Storm. Jace carried with him a fresh scent of pine, while Storm smelled of a fresh winter breeze. They were distinct, and yet inexorably linked with her.

  Her nipples tightened as Jace’s big hand spanned her belly, resting on the soft curve of her flesh. She was wet, beyond wet, and hitched her legs just a little bit more apart, feeling the turgid length of his member on her ass. She longed to have him inside her.

  But Storm would not be left out. He turned toward them and stepped close. If Darla just leaned in she would be able to kiss him. She knew her eyes were dark with pleasure, and she couldn’t wait to see what he did next. She had never been between two men like this, the sole object of their affection.

  It was thrilling, powerful.

  It hadn’t even begun.

  He grasped her shirt, his shirt, really, in two hands and rent it in two. The pieces hung off of her like a jacket at her heaving breasts were exposed to the warm air. And to his gaze.

  Storm’s gray eyes met hers, “I’m going to taste you everywhere,” he promised.

  Darla couldn’t wait. “I need you,” she said. “I need you both.”

  Jace’s hands dipped lower, past the waistband of her pants and into the soft, wet flesh of her pussy. She moaned as his fingers explored around the taut point of pleasure and in between her swollen nether lips. He touched her slowly, taking the time to savor the feel of her around his fingers.

  Storm bent down in front of her and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked, applying pressure until Darla gasped, the combined sensation of both men having a dizzying effect on her. She had never been so wet, so aroused. Storm took his time tasting her tits, when he finished with one, he moved to the other, holding her in place with the sorcery of his tongue.

  Darla was trapped in a prison of their flesh, and she could think of no place that she would rather be.

  She felt another set of hands at her waist as Jace pulled his fingers out of her and took his time to roll down her pants. He dropped to his knees behind her and kissed his way down as the fabric fell to the floor.

  Both Jace and Storm urged her forward to the bed. She lay on her back with her legs spread, Jace in between them. He buried his face at the juncture of her thighs and licked her mercilessly, his tongue doing exactly what his fingers had just done.

  Storm blocked her view of Jace and it was almost more erotic to feel the pleasure without seeing Jace bathe her with his tongue. Storm leaned down and kissed her, his own tongue swiping against hers, curling and darting in and out. He fucked her mouth as much as Jace fucked her cunt.

  A roiling fire built inside her, spurred on by both of their tongues. And then Jace added his fingers, plunging them deep inside her while his tongue mercilessly teased her clit. She writhed and her hands shot out to her sides before she buried them in Storm's hair.

  She bucked her hips, a being of pure sensation.

  Orgasm crashed into her, exploding her into bits and pieces. She cried out against Storm's mouth, unable to keep the sound within.

  He pulled back, "Let it out, baby. Let us hear your passion."

  His encouragement and Jace's unabashed attention sent another ripple through her, smaller this time, but just as good as the first.

  She whimpered when Jace pulled away, in this short time she'd grown to love his lips and couldn't think of anything better than the feel of him against her.

  But Storm slid down and hitched her legs around his hips, his thick cock resting on the opening of her cunt. "You're ready for me, mate," he said, "Jace has you nice and wet. Now it's my turn."

  He plunged into her, spearing her with his huge cock.

  Darla arched up, her chest momentarily rising from the bed, as she sank back down she turned her head to the side to see Jace watching them, stroking his own dick. She reached out with one hand. "Let me feel you, Jace," she begged. It was hard to get the words out with the attention she already had from Storm and his magnificent cock. She had never felt more filled before. And yet it wasn't enough. If she wasn't touching both of them, it could never be enough.

  Jace obliged her, kneeling beside her on the bed. Instead of letting her touch him, he knelt by her face. "Taste me as I tasted you," he asked.

  Darla opened her mouth, licking the head of his cock.

  She felt Storm pull out and drew her attention away from Jace. "Why did you stop?"

  Storm grinned at her. "We're not stopping, mate." He put his hands on her hips and nudged her to the side until she was on her knees. "Just a change in position."

  On her knees between them, her ass in Storm's face, she felt far more exposed than she had before, even with Jace between her legs. She was defenseless, at the mercy of Storm and his glorious cock. He entered her from behind, slow this time, making her feel every precious centimeter as he claimed her.

  Jace crawled under her, his cock bobbing between them.

  She swallowed him down, massaging his balls with one hand and working the part of his shaft that she could not take in her mouth with her other hand. Jace groaned in pleasure and she echoed him. She had never done this before, attended to one man while another fucked her. How had she ever wanted anything else?

  She swirled her tongue around his delicious cock, taking her time to explore every vein, every ridge. Her hand pumped him as he worked and he bucked against her, fucking her mouth. She was being fucked by both ends.

  Storm increased his pace, pounding in and out of her. It should have hurt, she thought, the fury of his ardor overtaking him, but there was no pain. There was only glorious pleasure. He reached in front of her and stroked her clit in time to his thrusts. It was almost like clockwork.

  It had a hypnotic effect on her and she found herself stroking and tasting Jace to that same pace. But neither of her wolves complained.

  "I'm going to come," Jace grunted, thrusting against her.

  "Not without me," said Storm. "So close."

  Darla couldn't speak, she was too wrapped up in the pleasure of it. Without warning, she came again, shuddering around Storm's cock and gasping around Jace's. She would have cried out if her mouth hadn't been full.

  The sounds of her pleasure put both of her partner's over the edge. With a final thrust, Storm buried herself inside of her and spilled his seed, filling her
cunt up with his hot juice.

  Jace followed quickly after, emptying his balls into her mouth, his own cum a delicious mixture that she swallowed down.

  They all collapsed into a pile, their limbs entangled and Storm's cock still deep inside of her. Jace idly petted her long hair, "So, mate," he asked, trailing kisses along her jaw, "Will you keep us?"

  Darla was on the edge of sleep and tumbled into unconsciousness before she could answer.

  Darla dreamed of the woods, of men who shifted into wolves and took their mates both hard and tenderly. She felt the arms of two men around her and slept more soundly than she had in a very long time.

  And when a shaft of moon pierced the window and fell across her, Darla's eyes snapped open. She felt the new wolf within her beg to run. The change that Storm and Jace and wrought had taken her completely.

  She stood from the bed, extracting herself from the tangle of muscular arms and legs. She made her way outside and let the bright light of the moon engulf her. Without instruction she figured it out, letting her inner wolf take her over.

  Darla ran through the forest, a changed woman.

  Werewolves existed, and Darla Martin was one.

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