by Godiva Glenn
“And if I say yes?”
“I wanted a moment with you to myself,” Gabe said. His arms slid around her waist and drew her nearer. His hands slid down to her ass possessively, making her breath catch in her throat. “Isn’t it nice?”
She placed her palms to his rock-hard chest. If she wanted, she could push him away. They both knew she could overpower him, so his alpha posing was just that—posing. She could make him leave. But that’s not what she wanted. If it wasn’t selfish of her to want both, if there was no shame, then she would like both.
“He told you this was okay?” she asked.
“He said he’d hinted to you that we like to share. He’s into it, but obviously only if you are. If you aren’t, like I said, tell me to leave.”
Her conversation the day before with Troy sprang to mind, when he’d commented that he and Gabe were usually into the same women at the same time. That must have been the hint. The comment wasn’t expanded, and she didn’t think to ask since the way he’d said it made it seem like a thing of the past. Now she wished she’d made him explain.
Still, there was no suspicion in her mind that Gabe wasn’t being honest about Troy’s feelings towards the situation. She’d watched them together, after all. And when Troy had seen her distracted by Gabe’s appearance, he hadn’t grown jealous at all. After what happened in their kitchen, he still wanted Gabe around her. Even now, Troy had left her alone with Gabe, which felt intentional. They moved as a unit. They planned. Everything they did, they did together.
So why not her?
He must have sensed her decision because he leaned down and kissed her. His tongue swept against hers hungrily, demanding. She melted against him and squeezed his strong arms. His entire body was hot and muscle-hewn, and she wanted it against her.
A dizzying rush swept over her. He tasted darker than Troy somehow, and the contrast intrigued her. He scooped his hands underneath her legs and lifted her. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist as he carried her to the bed.
“Will you ride me?” he asked seating her on the edge.
Goosebumps rose on her flesh at the blunt question. They’d just had their first kiss, and now he wanted everything. No other male had ever dared to even try such a bold move.
“Do you always move this fast?” she asked.
“Making up for lost time.” He bit her lower lip and sucked on it for a second. “I’ve been dreaming of being inside you since that first night. My dick is hard enough to be considered a deadly weapon at this point.”
Well if he put it that way. “Show me.”
He placed her hand over the bulge in his jeans and pressed down, effectively grinding against her palm. It was huge, and as he’d said, ridiculously hard. How he had even managed to walk while lugging it around, she didn’t understand.
Her short nails scratched at the denim fabric as he pulled his belt loose. She helped him with the zipper, pulse racing and impatience tearing through her so steadily it made her fingers tremble.
He freed his erection from his black boxers and gave himself a tug for her entertainment. He was magnificent. Her fingers curled around his thick shaft as she looked up at him. She was met by a look that revealed his desire to be as feral as her own. A light of knowledge pulsed deep within her. If she went further with Gabe, she was admitting to herself that both he and Troy were meant to be her mates.
“I’d like to see you now,” he said.
She didn’t hesitate, immediately pulling her simple shirt off and tossing it aside. Underneath she wore a thin bra, which she also discarded. There was such a thing as sexy underthings, but she hadn’t bothered in absorbing the culture that closely. She’d considered picking up some of the brightly colored items to wear for Troy, but he’d seemed so sated, what was the point?
Gabe’s expression at seeing her bared breasts was much the same. She couldn’t imagine him needing sparkly cups over her breasts to make them more appealing. She leaned back on the bed and shimmied, making his cock twitch noticeably.
Nudging him with one socked foot, she looked down at her own jeans-clad legs and asked, “Get me out of these?”
He helped her strip and then removed the rest of his own clothing so quickly she expected him to pull a muscle. With nothing between them any longer, he climbed onto the bed between her legs, making her slide to the center as he joined her.
“My brain is short-circuiting,” he said. “I don’t know where to start.”
“I thought you knew what you wanted.”
Hovering over her, he traced two fingertips down her collar bone and between her breasts. “I want you.”
He lowered himself until his weight pressed against her then immediately slid down, dragging his lips down the same path his fingers had taken. Except his mouth went farther, and his tongue dipped into her navel and past the dark curls between her legs. He kissed her there briefly before hooking his arm around her thigh and forcing her to flip over.
The motion resulted in her straddling his face while he licked, and she shook in surprise. She yelped and scurried down his body. Though it had felt nice, she’d never sat on a male’s face before and found it strange.
“You said you’d ride me,” he teased.
“I didn’t think that’s what you meant.”
“It’s not, but that doesn’t mean you can’t do it.”
She straddled his waist, his erection lying flat against his stomach before her. This wasn’t a move she’d done before, either, but she had confidence. It couldn’t be that difficult.
Now that he was beneath her, she took the time to study the intricate ink that had caught her attention that first night. Each of his arms held a myriad of images, perfectly blending together. The left pectoral was the only splash of color. Crossed hatchets and a helm of some sort. Over that was a red badge that read ‘42.’
“Your job?” she asked, tracing the number.
“My life.”
She admired his dedication. She pressed a kiss to the homage before turning her attention farther down, past the carved planes of his abs. Her fingertips walked up his length.
“Do you have protection?” he asked.
She paused, thinking she’d misheard. Protection? “Do I—Oh.” Mara had mentioned this to her. Humans used different items to prevent pregnancy. For their kind, however, such things were unnecessary. “You can’t give me a child unless we’re mated.”
He nodded slowly. “Isn’t this mating?”
“No. This is sex. Mating is a little more complex.”
“Unreal,” he breathed. His eyes seemed to darken. Lust had taken over the last of his brain cells.
His cock jerked as she wrapped her hand around it and squeezed. His pulse raced, quick and steady. Her own body reacted, walls clenching in anticipation. She lifted up and lowered herself onto him, sucking in a sharp breath as his tip penetrated.
The usual constant drone of thoughts cleared from her mind, leaving room for only this moment. She moved instinctively, sliding up and down and easing him into her eager body. She was slick and ready, but still tight from desperation.
Her toes curled as she sank down and took him in completely. She enjoyed the sensation of being above him, and she let her head fall back as she writhed and rocked. His hands gripped her waist, not controlling her actions but simply grabbing hold as if he needed to be secured to her.
Every stroke shot through her like a shock, hitting her deep and hard. The pleasure built and every passing second brought her closer to overflowing.
His fingertips dug in and held her still. Eyes jerking open, she looked down at him.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
The authority in his voice made her shiver. She didn’t understand his request but didn’t question it. She rose and turned as told. This time, when she lowered herself down, he seemed harder. The changed angle put a unique pressure against her walls, and she rode him unsteadily, adjusting to the strange yet interesting pleasure.
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sp; He held her again, this time aiding her rise and fall until eventually, he controlled her hips completely. It didn’t matter that she was on top, he was in charge, even managing to lift his hips enough to drive himself farther into her heat.
She didn’t fight him. Instead, she gave in and welcomed his rough thrusts. Her body shook each time they collided, and she loved the way he fucked her as if he were pushing through her. She could take everything he had to give, it was only a matter of enticing that hunger out of him.
The only disadvantage of their new position was the missing friction she needed. Before, his coarse mound had rubbed her sensitive clit. Now, her hand slid down her body to replace the sensation.
“Let me handle that,” a low voice said from near the bed.
Opening her eyes, she found Troy standing close. She should have noticed him enter the room, but she was too occupied. And now, in her surprise, her body would have frozen except that it wasn’t under her own command. “I…”
Gabe’s hips shot up and cut off her words, driving every thought from her mind. He moved with more fury than before, and she could only hold on.
Troy pulled off his shirt and climbed onto the bed as she watched in a dazed state. She didn’t know what to say. Obviously, there was no need to apologize, as he didn’t appear fazed the slightest, but that didn’t make the situation free of tension.
That tension slid from her bones as he dipped his head down between her thighs and licked her, however.
The sensation sent a thunderous shudder down her spine. He held her legs and devoured her pussy even as Gabe continued to fuck her from below. Troy’s tongue circled up and down, stoking the fire in her blood. She realized that he must be licking Gabe’s cock as well, as it would be impossible to avoid, and that made her burn harder.
She’d been teetering on the edge before, and now she was ready to tumble down. She reached back and clawed Gabe’s chest with one hand, while the other furrowed in Troy’s soft hair. It was a wonder she’d ever doubted this could work.
Gabe groaned, and the guttural sound sent her overboard. Spots prickled her vision as her orgasm bombarded her every nerve ending. The men worked her body as she cried out and whimpered and felt everything at once. The scent of her two men filled her nose and sank into her lungs like a drug.
“Do you want my cum?” Gabe asked, voice thick with his looming climax.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Fill me.”
With her inner walls still quaking, she gasped at the powerful throbbing as he emptied into her. She clenched at him, milking him of every drop, as was her right. A fierce ‘mine!’ echoed through her thoughts.
The men’s motions slowed, and the sound of their beating hearts reverberated in her ears. It couldn’t be over, could it?
Gabe lifted her and pulled free. The action released the fluid he’d left behind, and she bit her lip at how wicked it felt. She looked down. Troy was sucking Gabe’s cock, cleaning away her glossy juices and Gabe’s thick cum. He then gave her a long lick and rose to kiss her.
She wrapped her tongue around his, taking the offered flavor hungrily. They tasted delicious together. Salty and sweet.
Troy licked her lips as he pulled away. “Now it’s my turn to fuck you.”
Chapter Twelve
Chell
After stripping off the remainder of his clothing, Troy stood at the edge of the bed. Chell had moved to one side while he’d undressed, and Gabe curled against her.
“No,” Troy said grabbing her ankle.
Before she could question him, he’d taken the other as well, and yanked her down the bed. A smile sprung to her face. He was always a bit demanding, and always giving, but she could see the change in him that came from Gabe being around. Their friendship was what made him competitive, and she was in the middle now, in the best sense of the situation.
She sat up, unsure what position he had in mind, and Gabe scooted over behind her. He pulled her down to recline sideways on his lap as Troy pressed her legs apart by her knees. They moved like clockwork, and she realized that this truly was what they had both always wanted.
“Do I want to know how many times you two have done this?” she asked.
Troy stretched one of her long legs up and kissed her ankle. “More than I want to admit, but probably not as many times as you think.”
She didn’t want to know an exact answer. They were human, so the number couldn’t be too obscene. She’d known shifters who would answer in the thousands—they lived long lives, and that tended to add up.
“Those times are distant memories now,” Gabe said. “I would erase every moment before finding you if I could.”
She reached up and stroked his scruffy, chiseled jaw. “But then you wouldn’t be you.”
Troy placed himself at her soaked entrance. “I have a question, though.”
“Hmm?”
“How come Gabe got to you first?”
She avoided his stare. The answer was, partially because she didn’t know if she wanted to mate him, so she had put off full intercourse. Granted, she was losing her mind avoiding it. But there was another simpler reason, one Gabe had immediately handled. “You never asked, or tried.”
He laughed. “And I bet Gabe just walked up and asked if you wanted to fuck, right?”
Gabe shrugged and brushed his fingers through her hair.
“Not exactly, but close enough,” she admitted. “Does that upset you?”
“No. I actually like it like this,” he said before slamming himself in to the hilt, using the lubricant Gabe had left behind to aid him.
Her lips parted and a soft cry escaped her. Troy wasn’t small—not that Gabe was either—but she’d been distracted. Her body now reacted frantically to the intrusion, and every rough stroke felt decadent. He lifted her ankles to rest on his shoulders and plowed deep, almost too deep. Each thrust struck the end of her, jolting her with keen pain that she thrived on.
Gabe twisted her nipples as her body reverberated. It didn’t take long for them to become swollen and sore, and still, he tormented her. One hand gripped the blanket while the other clawed his arm, but she didn’t wish either of them to relent.
“You’re still tight,” Troy grunted. “Even after Gabe warmed you up.”
She didn’t comment. In her current state, only panting breaths and sharp noises made it through her lips.
“Could you handle us both at once?” Troy asked.
Gabe smiled down at her. “She could. I bet you’d love for both our cocks to stretch that pussy of yours at once. Fill you until you’re screaming.”
Heat flooded her cheeks. Her lust-addled brain wanted that very much. Just imagining being pressed between them, speared on their massive cocks, made her eyes roll back. They were overwhelming, and she’d never even anticipated it.
Her bear loomed from out of nowhere, and it occurred to her, as she was in the middle of perhaps the hottest fuck session to occur in her lifetime, that Gabe and Troy were a force to be reckoned with. And her bear had accepted them. She could mark them tonight, even.
Troy’s thumb pressed her clit and teased her. “Come on, Chell.”
Her legs shook against him. Her bear was overruled as her entire body became a pleasure center. She wanted to come and feel Troy’s seed fill her. She wanted to tackle Gabe and do everything over again. And she wanted to just close her eyes and hold them. Be held by them.
A tiny chunk fell from the wall around her heart. She opened her eyes and found Gabe looking down at her like his most prized possession. Her lips parted and she cried out her ecstasy.
Her body flashed between tingling heat and blissful numbness as her climax ran its course, but her mind was stubbornly focused on Troy. As she’d hoped, he came with her, and his length throbbed as it spilled inside her.
The air was a delicious cocktail of arousal and sex, and she could taste it. The moment she could move her legs, she crawled up Gabe’s body and kissed him, then yanked Troy forward to kiss him too
. All reluctance was gone from her, but she had to tell them the truth now. She wouldn’t foolishly mark her mates without telling them the consequences.
But she had no doubt that they were her mates.
Chell could have continued for hours, but her stamina and that of her men couldn’t compete with the need for food. They showered separately to speed the process, but sex was still on her mind as she sat at the counter and watched Troy and Gabe pick up where they’d left off on finishing dinner.
“I don’t understand what happened,” she said. “I was told that humans had particular notions of relationships. One man. One woman.”
Gabe glanced back at her, then to Troy. “What are you really asking?”
“Are you two in a relationship? Have I joined it, or interrupted it?”
“No,” Troy answered. “We have a preference, and it includes each other.”
She couldn’t say she’d encountered such a thing before. She had more questions, but her curiosity was shallow. Their answers wouldn’t change how she felt. She’d enjoyed watching Troy touch Gabe and shivered at recalling how they spoke of sharing her body. On that front, they were all of agreement.
And the next step would bring them closer, as long as they agreed. She couldn’t imagine them not, but anxiousness still plagued her.
Seeing Gabe and Troy together, knowing how they cared for each other and seeing how that endearment could encompass her, made her confident in them as her mates. Perhaps her clan would challenge one, but not two. Two gave a different impression. Two strapping humans accompanying her was impressive, not pitiful.
Though truthfully, she had been increasingly weakened to Troy on his own. She wasn’t going to fight her longings for both. There was already something blossoming between herself and the men, and she no longer wished to stop it. She’d been alone for long enough already.
“How much longer are you two without work?” she asked.
“Four more weeks and a few days,” Troy said. He fluffed rice onto a plate and spooned a colorful assortment of vegetables beside the rice.