by Jade Alters
“Me too,” Will said, quietly. “I never thought you'd want me.”
I smiled. “Since that first day I've had these feelings for all of you, that I didn't understand. I've only just started sorting through them. But what I can tell you is that the thought of having to choose one of you over the others...it's akin to telling me I have to choose one of my own limbs and lob the others off.”
“I know you're my mate too,” Manny said, keeping one eye on Clay as he spoke. “But...Titan is right, we all thought you chose Clay, and one mate is the way wolves do things...”
“It's the way they've always done things,” I said, “But remember, we've made our own pack and our own rules.”
He looked at Clay again and said, “I think this comes down to you, Clay. Yes, we all take a part in leading this pack, but you've always been our unspoken leader. I respect you unlike I've ever respected another man. I think Courtney is my mate and I don't believe I'll ever meet anyone that I want more. But you're my brother...I have to defer to you.”
Clay was looking at me and I could see a dozen emotions in his face. We all waited and at last he said, “I can't live without you, Courtney...” turning toward the men he said, “But I can't live without any of you, either. I say, let's make our own rules. Who's to say that there's only one true mate in the world for each person? Maybe Courtney is allowed more because of who she is, or maybe...maybe it's just time to think outside the box. It's what we do best anyways, right?”
I had hugged Clay tightly and then each one of the men, and they had hugged each other. I wasn't fooling myself that it was going to be all sunshine and roses, but I just knew in my heart somehow that was the way it was supposed to be. That was also the day I told Clay about the baby growing inside of me. It had turned out to be three babies, and my “mates” had all been equally thrilled.
The next order of business had been deciding where our pack would settle. The men knew we would need money wherever we ended up. We weren't equipped, yet, to fully live on the land. The pack stayed in Afghanistan until the four men were able to get their orders to discharge from the army...and then as a family, we flew to Bali. Manny had a good friend there, one that ran a security company and one who was thrilled to have four ex-Army Green Berets on his staff. My mother had been devastated when I first told her about my father, the experiments...and finding out that I was a shifter. It was a huge adjustment for her and I was willing to give my mother the time she needed to adjust and accept it. It was when my mother discovered she was going to be a grandmother that she started coming around and two months before the babies arrived, my mother sent me a letter and a check...a large check. The letter said that she'd gone through the financial accounts that my father managed their entire marriage, and she found several very large accounts that he had opened in my name. He'd obviously done that to be able to hide the money from the IRS and his wife. But now that he was gone, on the run, or whatever...the money was mine. It was enough money for us to buy a beautiful piece of land in Bali, right on the beach where we could build homes for our pack, and raise our children. If anyone had told me a year ago that this would be where I'd end up, I would have called the men in the white coats to take them away. But I loved my life now and I couldn't wait to live more of it.
The search for the men who had committed the unspeakable atrocities at the tower continued. The men, my mates...and their boss treated it like one of their open cases. Some days I almost hoped that they'd never find my father. I couldn't imagine having to look at him, knowing what he intended for me. Other days, I couldn't wait. I couldn't wait to tell him that his manipulation of me had ended with my being happier than I ever imagined I could be. No woman could be luckier and sometimes I almost wanted to thank the General for trying to ruin my life and failing so miserably.
“Where are they?” Will burst into the room, smiling as usual. Titan was right behind him looking like a kid on Christmas. Manny reluctantly gave up the baby he was holding, giving Will instructions on how to hold him as he did. Clay wasn't relinquishing Chloe yet, he even growled when Titan tried to take her. I laughed and said,
“Here Titan, you can hold Max.” I watched as the huge man nervously took the tiny infant out of my arms and held him like he was made of glass. My heart swelled so much when I looked at the four of them, I thought it might just burst. My four, strong, loyal, loving mates.
“This one looks just like me,” Will said.
Manny snorted.
“Right, because you have dark skin.” He rolled his eyes and said, “Check out that dark hair and pigmentation white boy. That one is all me.” I laughed again and shook my head. The babies were all of theirs and another decision I made along with my four mates was that no one would ever know which man had fathered any of them. I could see now as I watched them all, eyes shining and chests puffed out, that it had been the right choice. While the daddies got acquainted with their babes, I closed my eyes and my mind drifted back to the first time I'd made love to each of them. They were all so different...and once again I reminded myself that I was the luckiest woman in the world.
Courtney
Nine Months Prior
The decision to make love to them all within a 24-hour period had not come lightly. We discussed it, like we did everything else, and of course Clay and Manny bickered. Manny thought that since Clay had been the one to have me first, that he should get to be the one to go first when I was ovulating and try to make a baby. It took some mediating, but we had finally settled on a plain old-fashioned number system. They drew them, out of a hat. The plan was that I would wait for each one of them, not knowing who was coming next. I'd gotten up that morning and showered, dressed in a silky nightgown and robe, did my hair and put on a little make-up, and I waited. I smiled when I saw that Manny was the first to show. If I hadn't known better, I might even say he rigged it somehow.
“Hey, I hope you're hungry,” he said. “I brought breakfast.” He had a big wicker basket on his arm and a carafe of coffee in the other hand. I could smell his desire as soon as he walked in the room, so I was doubly impressed with him that he was willing to take time out for breakfast with me.
“I'm starving and it smells wonderful. Where did you get it?”
Manny rolled his eyes. “In the kitchen,” he said. “I cooked it.” Manny had cooked for us before. I had been surprised the first time. He was about as far from what one might imagine a gourmet cook looking like...but the food was always spectacular. “This morning I made authentic breakfast burritos. I even made the tortillas from scratch.” He put everything out on the small table in the room and we sat down to dine together. I could tell he was nervous, and I was nervous myself, so in an attempt to get both our minds off things I said,
“I heard you talking to your mother yesterday. Are you planning a trip soon?”
“I'm hoping to, once we get things all settled here. I'd love it if you could go with me. I'd love for them to meet you.”
I smiled. “I'd like that. What are we telling them, about us?”
His cheeks darkened as the blush ran up into his face. “I hope it's okay, maybe I should have asked first. I told my mother we were engaged. My family is pretty traditional Catholic, and they wouldn't understand our lifestyle. I thought there was no real reason to shock them with the truth.”
“Well then, we'll have to plan a Catholic wedding in Texas,” I said. Manny looked at me with awe and gratitude in his eyes.
“You would do that, for me?”
I laughed softly and reached over, laying my hand on his.
“You're my mate. Of course I'd do that for you. If you don't know yet, I'd do anything for you.” That was when Manny decided that breakfast was over. He nearly knocked over the table, standing up to get to me. I was giggling as he pulled me up out of my chair and into his arms. Our first real kiss was a steamy, hot representation of everything I'd ever heard about Latin lovers. While his hot tongue explored my mouth, he walked me backwards toward the bed.
Once there, he scooped me up like I was as light as a feather and then let me drop to the soft mattress below.
“I've wanted this for so long,” he said, breathlessly. I reached up and began unbuttoning his pants.
“So have I,” I said, feeling a burning in my core at the thought of making love to this passionate, gorgeous man. Manny reached down, his hands shaking, and he took over for me. He unzipped his pants and bent down to take off his boots. While he was doing that, I pulled off my nightgown. Manny nearly lost all the color in his olive skin when he stood back up and saw me, lying against the comforter in nothing but a tiny pair of pink panties. He whispered something in Spanish and began undressing that much quicker.
My eyes took in every inch of his masculinity as he stripped off his clothes. Once he was naked...and beautifully so, I scooted over and pat the bed next to me. Manny lay down by me and took my face into his hands and kissed me again, this time soft and sweet, like he didn't want it to ever end. The sweetness of this kiss soon turned passionate however and before I knew it, a pair of rough, strong hands seemed to be everywhere my body was, exploring every inch. I felt my body sink down into the mattress underneath his weight as he climbed on top of me. He rested his elbows on either side of my face and once again took it in his hands and began kissing me all over my lips. I reached up and covered his hands with my own as he slipped his tongue in my mouth and we began to swirl them together. We kissed until I was breathless and then I felt him move his hands and slowly slide them down the sides of my face and neck...he pushed up off of me with one hand and let the fingertips of the other trace a path down my chest first between my breasts and then along the outsides of them. I let out a little gasp when he ran his fingers around the outside of my hard nipples. He sat up between my legs and leaned down to kiss each one of my breasts before sliding his big arms underneath my thighs and lifting my legs up. He spread them wide open and kept his eyes on my face as he slid two of his fat fingers into my pussy. I moaned and Manny growled.
“So wet, baby.” He brought his fingers out and to his lips, tasting me. I was shaking with desire. I couldn't wait for him to be inside of me. I could feel his throbbing erection pressing into my leg. He was flexing against me, rubbing it into my thigh. I slid my own hand down between my legs and dipped my fingers into my own wetness. Then I took that hand and wrapped it around his thick shaft. He groaned and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head as I began to stroke it. “Oh my God,” he whispered. I smiled and said,
“I want to taste you, Manny.” His eyes opened wide as I gently tugged him up toward my mouth. He moved so that he was now straddling my neck and I let my tongue come out and lick the tip of his wet cock. He groaned again, this time, louder. When I opened my lips and let the tip of his cock in to rest against my tongue, his groans turned into deep, sexy moans. His eyes were closed and there was a look of pure ecstasy on his face as I used my hand to stroke the base of his shaft and my mouth to cover the rest. Manny reached down and threaded his fingers through my hair, tugging and pulling at it while he moved his hips and I used my lips, tongue and even my teeth to pleasure him.
Each one of his gasps, groans and moans drove me to lick and suck faster and harder. I was high just on the sounds and faces he was making alone. I loved knowing that I was making him feel good. I wanted him to feel special, cherished. I had told him I loved him, I'd told them all...but I wanted each one of them to know that at the moment I was with him, he was the only one on my mind.
Manny opened his eyes and looked down at me with a reverent expression in his eyes and on his face. He lips were parted and his hands were still stroking my hair and my face, every so often running down to caress my breasts and tweak my nipples. He had both of my nipples between his fingers when I closed my mouth tightly around his cock and began fluttering my tongue up and down the underside of it, wildly. He let out an almost primal groan then, one that came from deep in his chest. I felt his cock begin to throb harder and swell in my mouth. He gasped then and I felt him pull back, sliding his cock out of my mouth. He looked at me, wide eyed and with a little grin he said,
“I'd very much like to do that again, another time...but we're not gonna make a baby that way, and I'm not going to last much longer.”
I smiled and nodded. I couldn't wait to feel him inside of me. He slid all the way down so that our hips met and then he held himself up with his arms and I guided him into my opening. When the tip opened me up, we both moaned, but when he pushed into me, filling me up completely, I grabbed his shoulders and dug my fingers into his flesh and cried out, loudly. Manny tried to be patient and go slow, but that didn't last long either. I was partially to blame. I kept bringing my hips up each time he pulled back, begging him silently to be back inside of me. He thrust in and pulled out and I whimpered and moaned as we fell into a passionate, beautiful rhythm. I could almost visualize myself climbing as I felt the orgasm building inside of me and I rose higher and higher toward my peak. I reached down and grabbed him by the hips, pulling him into me forcefully as I came. That put Manny over the top too and we rode the waves of pleasure together...for what seemed like an eternity.
When at last we were both sated and spent, he collapsed down next to me and pulled me into him. I melded against his body and for a long time we lay there, recovering and basking in the feelings. Neither of them wanted the moment to end...but the best part was knowing that we'd have many more in our life together, forever.
Courtney
It was four hours after Manny left when Will knocked on my door. I had showered and put on a different slinky outfit for him and I found him standing in the doorway bearing flowers, chocolate and champagne.
“Oh Will! The flowers are gorgeous.”
He was grinning, as usual, but I could see the sincerity and love in his eyes as he said, “Nothing is as beautiful as you.” I smiled at him, put the flowers down on the dresser and watched as he went and sat the chocolate and champagne on the table that Manny had cleaned up before he left earlier. I giggled when he pulled two champagne flutes out of the deep pockets of his cargo pants along with a corkscrew. Will uncorked the bottle, sending the cork through the air like a rocket, and then he poured us each a glass. Holding his up in front of hers he said, “To all of us, our family.” I toasted with him and we drank what was in our glasses. When we finished, Will said, “More?”
I smiled and took the flute from his hand, sat it on the table and said, “Huh uh. I've had enough champagne. I want to get high on you now.” The funny thing was, I had no idea how much that statement would be true in only a matter of minutes. Will put a hand on my waist and kissed my lips, trailing down the side of my mouth and to my neck. I had expected him to be the most gentle and the most nervous, but as soon as he had his hands on me, he took control, completely. He spun me around so my body was facing away from him and held my back to his chest while he continued to kiss and bite and suck at my neck. I felt his hands travel down until they gripped the bottom of my little nightie and he pulled it up over my head and tossed it across the room. Then he held me across my shoulders with one hand and used the other to grope, massage, caress and otherwise drive my breasts crazy with lust. He kissed and licked at my ears while he let his fingers play with my nipples and whispered to me how beautiful I was as he slid his big hand down in the front of my panties. I gasped when he touched my clit...and then the gasp turned into deep, guttural moans when he took it between his fingers and began to roll and pinch it. My knees felt like they would give out, but Will had anticipated that, sliding one of his legs between hers to hold me in place while he rubbed me slowly and sensually. I'd never experienced anything like it and the pleasure was almost too much. By the time I reached my climax I was actually screaming as I came. Every part of my body felt it, every nerve ending was alive.
When I finished my orgasm, Will took me over and lay me down on the bed. With a look of strength, or control...a look I'd never seen in his eyes, he grasped my tiny panties and ripped us of
f my body. I squeaked with surprise and Will grinned at me again and said, “Sometimes the quietest ones are the wildest in the bedroom. I like to be in control though, I hope you don't mind.”
I was gasping for enough breath to even speak. When I found it all I could utter was, “Not at all.” He was smiling as he stripped off his clothes. Will wasn't as bulky as the others in his build. He was thinner, with a lot of muscle, but lean lines. His erection almost seemed to be dancing as it throbbed against his stomach, dancing in and out and away from his body as he moved. He was huge, not as thick as Manny, but longer.
“You trust me, Courtney?”
“Absolutely,” I said.
“Can I blindfold you?” I frowned. Part of what turned me on was watching my partners reactions. I wasn't sure I could get the same feeling without it. I was about to tell him so when he said, “Trust me.” I nodded. “You'll be able to feel my touch more with one of your senses blocked, okay?” I nodded again. Will got up and went over to the dresser. He opened up the drawer where I kept my scarves and he picked out a dark red one. He brought it back over and I lifted my head off the pillow so that he could tie it around and across my eyes. I could still see light, but nothing else. I felt him take my hands in his, and then I felt his lips against my fingers, kissing them one at a time. I was surprised when he was finished by him raising my arms up toward the top of the bed. “I'm going to tie your hands.” That sent a jolt of something through me but I wasn't sure if it was excitement, or fear. “You know I'd never hurt you, right?”
“Yes,” I said, in a shaky voice. He whispered to me to trust him again and I felt a soft kiss on my forehead before feeling him leave the bed again. When he came back, he had two more scarves and he stretched my arms to meet the headboard, tying a scarf through the wrought iron bars and then around my wrists. Once I was tethered to the headboard, he hovered over me, tickling my body lightly with his beard. He placed a kiss in the center of my chest and then I felt his tongue as he licked all the way up to my neck, and planted a kiss there. He licked back down and across one of my nipples. I gasped as I felt his teeth wrap around one of the hard pebbles and I let out a little cry as he bit down on it. Immediately after the bite, he began licking it, cooling it off. The alternating sensations were sexy...hot...and they made my pussy drip with anticipation. Will spent some time on my breasts, getting them wet and then blowing his hot breath on them, or twisting and pinching...and then biting again, and using his saliva to cool me down. I was pulling against the headboard, not trying to escape, but I had to move, my body needed to writhe. He was driving me crazy again with his ministrations of my breasts and then suddenly he just stopped. I whimpered when I felt him lift off the bed again and heard his footfalls away from it. I could hear the sound of him pouring a glass of champagne and I was wondering what he was up to when suddenly I felt him next to the bed...his presence, and then a rush of cold liquid hit my chest. I squealed and heard him chuckle. He'd poured the champagne on my body and as soon as he sat the glass back down, he was crouched over me like a cat, lapping it up with his tongue. He had been right about the sensations. I was already feeling like I might come and he hadn't even touched my pussy yet.
