by Ann Denton
"Bodie, why’d you get me this car?" I was actually too nervous to ask if I’d missed a damn anniversary. But even if I had, I was pretty sure two-month anniversaries didn’t rate goddamned new cars.
My wolf shifter leaned forward and kissed my lips. "Because I wanna be your first for everything. I was your first mate. First to claim that luscious ass. First knotting. Now, I’m first at this."
"Fuck you," Drake growled.
"Yeah, man, that’s not fair. This isn’t a competition," Easton shook his head, his tone was the same one he used on the shifter kids whenever we babysat.
"Oh really?" Bodie asked smugly, yanking yet another key from his pocket. "Cause I just bought her a house, too."
Drake pulled his gun from his holster and pointed it at Bodie.
I might have laughed if I thought the fucker wouldn’t actually shoot him. But as it stood, shock and fury smacked my cheeks and turned them red. I rushed in between them and glared up at Drake. He immediately holstered the gun as soon as I was in his way, but his eyes burned with a hard, blue flame and I was pretty certain they were about to turn gold. I decided to tread a bit softer.
"Alpha, you wouldn’t deprive me of presents, would you?" I jutted out my lip and widened my big brown eyes.
The gold really did flash in Drake’s eyes then. And I thought he’d been horny before…
He grabbed my wrist again and yanked me down the same side street as before, leaving my bright red shiny behind, while Easton and Bodie followed.
East called out, "Where are we going?"
While Bodie grumbled, "Stop fucking with my surprises."
Drake ignored both of them. Of course. Selective hearing at its finest.
I didn’t bother to try and yank out of his hold, though. Because when Drake was dragging me places, it meant one thing: hot angry sex was our destination.
My entire body thrummed in anticipation. My wings fluttered, excited they were about to get stroked. My pussy set out a flashing neon ‘vacancy’ sign in the hopes that she’d attract some visitors. She didn’t need to worry. I had three very eager shifters who would be more than willing to bed down for the night inside of her.
We approached a metallic industrial warehouse in a quieter, less crowded part of town. Drake grabbed onto a huge sliding door and pushed it open one-handed. That probably shouldn’t have been hot, but I could see the way his back muscles bunched under his shirt when he did it. That door must have been heavy. My breasts were feeling just as heavy. I was so ready to see those muscles work as he used his hands on them too.
I licked my lips as Drake yanked me into the building, which was empty save for a few tables that were pushed along one wall. The floor was cement and the ceiling rose high overhead. The scent of earth and new plastic permeated the air. It must’ve been a new establishment.
"What the hell are we doing here?" Bodie complained.
But he had just started to speak when Drake formed a fireball in his hand and held it between my breasts. My clothes caught fire, and my breasts started to heat, but the flames were too far from my nipples for my liking. I looked up and met Drake’s gaze, silently pleading for him to move the fireball to cover one.
He gave me a panty melting grin—literally, my panties melted off—before he suddenly magnified that fireball and forced it to grow until it encased us both. Seconds later, not a single remnant of our clothes remained; every stitch had burnt away. I barely even noticed the smell of the burnt fabric because that apple cider scent, Drake’s alpha power, washed over me. That scent had become an aphrodisiac to me, because it typically meant naughty things were coming my way.
My dragon shifter reached down and used both of his fiery hands to caress my breasts and tease all around my nipples—never quite reaching my hardened peaks.
I tried to stay still and be a good sub, but he was driving me insane, and soon he had me moaning. I leaned forward, pressing my breasts into his palms.
That’s when Drake reduced the fire on one side of us, forming a window of sorts so that the guys could see what was happening inside. See, but not touch.
"You’re a fucking dick, Drake," Bodie growled.
But Easton merely chuckled and started shucking off his clothes, drawing my gaze as Drake twisted my nipples between his fingers and sent a bolt of lust down my spine. Easton’s shirt came off first, revealing muscles that rivaled the burliest of athletes. His blond head dipped down as he grabbed his shoes and pulled them off. I watched with rapt attention as he lowered his pants…
Drake dropped my nipples and lifted a finger to my chin, turning my gaze back to him. "Eyes on me," he commanded.
"Yes, Alpha," I submitted, and my pussy grew even hotter than the flames.
Behind us, Bodie asked, "Dude. What the hell are you doing?"
I wanted to look at what he was talking about—so freaking badly—but I was determined to keep my gaze on Drake, as he’d ordered me to.
Seconds later, I felt another set of hands at my hips. I whirled around in shock to find Easton had walked right into the fire with us. My initial reaction was fear. But after a millisecond, I realized that Easton wasn’t getting burnt.
I looked up at him, the unspoken question of ‘how?’ absolutely gleaming in my eyes.
"Larry put the same Fireproof Spell on me that he’d used on El Fuego," Easton shrugged with a lopsided grin. "I figured it would come in handy."
I couldn’t help but smirk as Drake growled, pulling me away from Easton.
"You want front door or back?" Easton asked pleasantly, the way waiters asked if you wanted shredded parmesan cheese on your salad.
"You fuckers!" Bodie shouted. His voice echoed off the metallic walls.
Hands caressed me from behind as Drake smacked the side of one of my breasts. The sting sent a delicious jolt through me as Easton’s fingers teased my folds and spread my wetness over them.
"You disobeyed me," Drake said after another smack that made my breasts slam together and then bounce a little before they settled. "You didn’t keep your eyes on mine. Now you’ll have to be punished."
"Yes, Alpha," I lowered my head like a good little sub. But as his enormous erection suddenly came into view, the temptation to suck it overcame me. I’d never tasted Drake’s cock. He’d never let me. And it was so big, and long, and perfect, that red tip was calling my name.
I dove down, encasing Drake’s shaft with my mouth, my lips stretching wide. I licked it and then forced as much of it as I could down my throat until it triggered my gag reflex. Over the years, I’d come to find that sensation hot. I loved the dirty feeling of being used; I loved when a guy grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth for a couple seconds, because I knew that raw-throated sensation was going to lead to amazing and brutal g-spot stimulation later.
I pumped my head up and down slowly, taking Drake as deep as I could each and every time, breathing carefully and trying not to gag. It was difficult to maintain that level of self-control with Easton’s fingers circling my clit and dipping inside me, but I tried to stay focused.
To my surprise, Drake didn’t spank me like I expected. Instead, he wrapped my hair around his hand a few times and gently guided me into a rhythm he liked.
As soon as I stopped worrying about the rhythm because Drake was keeping it for me, the sensations Easton was creating came to the forefront. Heat and desire built up like a campfire within me, as he slowly and steadily stoked it. I rode the edge of mindlessness, tiptoeing back and forth between awareness that two of my mates were fucking me inside a ball of flame and complete and utter animalism.
I wanted to jerk my hips against Easton’s hand and come. Then turn around, and rinse and repeat with Drake. But I didn’t. Because it wasn’t perfect yet. I was still missing a mate.
Bodie paced outside our burning ring of fire, growls echoing above the crackling of the flames. But neither Drake nor Easton made any moves to include him.
I was going to have to top from the bottom.
I r
eached a hand out and started to caress Drake’s balls. Then I slipped one finger around the rim of his ass. He jumped back and lost focus, his flames dying off.
Bodie rushed forward then, entering our midst just as I popped off Drake’s dick. I hadn’t seen Bodie strip, but suddenly, there he was, naked, grabbing my hips and sliding into me without preamble. His dick was already slick with sticky precum, probably from the sexual frustration of watching me get played with by my other mates.
He started to rut me frantically, and Drake and Easton had already gotten me so worked up that it was only seconds before my pussy clamped down on his cock. As soon as the orgasm rocked through my body, I glanced up at Drake, who seethed as Bodie fucked me.
"Punish me, Alpha," I all but begged him. I hated seeing that angry look in his eye. I wanted to please him, to be the reason he smiled, and also the reason he came hard.
But his gaze remained stoic. The only hint of deviousness I could detect was the slight curve of his lips and the slow curling of his dragon horns as they appeared on his head. "No."
"No?" I whimpered. God, I hated hearing that word on his mouth.
He bent down and got right in my face as Bodie continued fucking me from behind. "I told you I wanted to see three orgasms, Dollface. That was only one."
His gaze flicked up to Bodie, who didn’t slow his pace in the slightest.
"Make her come again, Fuzzball, then it’s Papa Bear’s turn," Drake said, standing to pat Easton on the shoulder.
"You mean baby bear?" Bodie ground out as he pumped into me.
Drake’s grin turned absolutely devilish then. "That’s not what she said."
Bodie howled and I felt his claws dig into my hips as he half-shifted into a werewolf, rather than a full-fledged wolf. I could feel fur spring up along his torso and arms as he held me. His competitive nature spurred him on, driving him harder and deeper into me.
It was hard to think. I felt so damn good. The pain of his claws, the brutality of his thrusts, they were making me mindless.
"And no knotting," Drake warned, as if sensing that was exactly what Bodie was about to do. "It takes too long and she’ll have too many orgasms."
"That’s kind of the fucking point," Bodie growled through gritted teeth.
"Two," Drake growled. "No more, no less."
I wanted to pout. I liked the knot just as much as Bodie did. But I wanted Drake’s approval more.
With a sigh, Bodie slowed, pumping in and out of me at a much softer pace. The change in tempo was maddening. My eyelids quickly fluttered shut as my breaths turned into pants. I couldn’t get there if he stayed this gentle.
"East," Bodie said, before slipping out of me, shifting back to human, and laying down on the concrete. "Let’s show Drake what happens when we all connect."
Yessss. My pussy throbbed in anticipation. Just the thought of all three of them touching me at once made me approach the edge.
Easton smirked and moved closer to us.
But Drake said nothing, just watched in agitated curiosity as Bodie grabbed my hand and pulled me forward. He guided me and I lowered my pussy back onto his dick. He tipped me forward, and suddenly I was face to face with Easton’s massive shaft, all thick and swollen and so fucking suck-able. I took him in my mouth and immediately the mate magic swirled to life, causing us all to moan at the same time.
"Come on, Drake," Bodie taunted. "Aubry’s been a very naughty girl. And you know where bad girls get fucked."
Still, Drake didn’t speak or make any move toward joining us.
"I’ll give you a hint," Bodie rasped. "It’s the last hole she has left. We saved it just for you."
I popped off Easton’s dick to look over at my dragon shifter. Drake’s gaze lowered to that forbidden fruit, his blue eyes darkening at my ass cheeks spread before him. He bit his lip and stroked his cock as he took a few determined steps our way.
I hid my smile by returning my mouth to my honey bear’s swollen member.
But less than a minute later, Bodie lifted me up off of him, incidentally jarring Easton’s dick from my mouth.
"What the fuck?" Easton grumbled in a daze.
But Bodie merely glared at Drake. "If grandpa takes any longer to get his ass over here, I’m gonna come three times before his dick gets wet. He’s like some fucked up product of a sloth-snail-turtle three-way gone wrong. Jesus."
Suddenly, Drake’s hand was between my legs, his chin resting on my shoulder as he leaned in and planted hot kisses up my neck. With his fingers, he swirled my creamy goodness around before dragging it up and lubricating my ass.
"Is this what you want, Doll?" he asked, his hot breath on my ear giving me shivers.
I nodded. "Fuck yes."
Crack!
His hand came down hard on my butt cheek, and just as quickly, it rubbed out the shock and sting of my skin.
"What did you say?" he asked me, giving me a chance to amend my mistake.
I bit my bottom lip before replying. "Yes, Alpha."
He took his time, gliding into me slowly between rounds of spankings, and when he was finally sheathed to the hilt, he glared at my other two mates. "Well? Where’s this magical connection you two were going on about?"
They quickly lurched into motion. Bodie pulled my hips back down and impaled me with his cock, while Easton ran his fingers through my hair and slipped his massive shaft between my lips.
As soon as Easton’s thickness slid across my tongue and all three of them entered me, a sensation shot through me like a rainbow, or a jet. I was streaked with this mindless magical beauty, like a prism spinning in the sunlight.
My eyes burst open and I moaned like… well, like a horny female fae getting gang-banged by three sexy shifter guys. My mates. The magic that coursed between us was incredible. If I thought it was powerful with Bodie and Easton, it was twice as powerful now. My limbs trembled from the intensity.
Drake groaned and thrust into me rubbing against that sensitive spot on my wings with his torso, shoving Easton’s cock down my throat. As Drake pulled back, Bodie’s cock rammed up in, making me see fucking stars. We only got a few more thrusts in like that before the magic totally fucking consumed us and spit out our bones.
All four of us cried out at once, the three of them filling me with hot jet streams of cum, while I clamped down and pulsed around the two shafts beneath me, and moaned around the one in my mouth, sending vibrations all the way up to East’s balls.
My bear shifter had barely started coming down from that first orgasm when he shouted that he was coming again. Instantly, his admission started a domino effect, and soon we were all wrecked with another round of earth-shattering, mind-numbing ecstasy. Pleasure didn’t even begin to describe what I experienced. It was euphoric. Ethereal. Unimaginable.
Before the magic could jolt through us a third time, and quite possibly kill me with the best orgasm of my life, I popped back off Easton’s dick, leaned over Bodie’s side, and slowly pulled away from him and Drake… and then I collapsed onto the floor. Easton and Drake did the same—Bodie was already laying down, panting as he gazed up at the ceiling with the most satisfied smirk.
"That was…" Bodie began.
"…Incredible," Easton finished.
Drake scooted in and grabbed me, rolling my body on top of his. Easton grabbed a thigh as I draped an arm across Bodie’s chest.
"This is what I’ve been missing?" my dragon shifter asked incredulously, a tiny grin tugging at his lips.
I bent down and kissed him, sighing at the completeness I felt with all three of my mates surrounding me. "At least you won’t be missing out on it ever again."
Drake smiled and curled a piece of long white hair behind my ear, his eyes glittering as they delved into mine. "Never again."
Because, we might’ve been living in some messed up version of a fairy tale, but I was gonna make sure we got our happily ever after, damn it.
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Acknowledgments
Special thanks to all of the people who helped us get these books together. A huge thanks to our husbands who not only watch our crazy kids but also help support us and turn our dreams into reality.
A huge round of applause goes to our beta readers for their feedback to make these books better than before. We’re listing them in alphabetical order so we can’t be accused of playing favorites. Allison, Brittany, Ivy, Jessica, Jessica, Lysanne, Raven, Thais.
Thanks to Sue for being our British phrasing consultant.
And thank you Lori Grundy for the beautiful covers.
About the Authors
Ann and Elle are both cool and amazing people. If you’ve read their books before, you’ll know that one of them is sweet and the other is a demon with a human mask.
In their free time, they like to… wait, what free time? Both women are mothers. Elle has three wonderful children. Ann has two. Add husbands on top of that and you might as well nickname each of them Miss Hannigan (aka the witch that ran the out of control orphanage in the musical Annie). Oops. Ann’s theater nerd popped out. It does that sometimes.
Unlike Ann, Elle is totally cool. One of her favorite things to do is play video games. Which is totally fun. But if you add wine or brownie batter, it’s even better.
Both of them hope you enjoyed this book. Or at least don’t want to use it to start a forest fire. Because forest fires are bad. So says Smokey the Bear. And Easton… also a bear.
And with that ramble, we’ll let you peruse a few of our other books.