Renee's Mates

by Shelley Munro

  “And miss out on this sex-fest? No, never.” Renee struggled to keep a straight face. Sex and laughter—a brilliant combination. Matto had made her laugh too.

  “Thank you, God,” Kansas said with bubbling joy. He flung off his clothes, not stopping at his black boxer-briefs. He shoved those down his powerful thighs and gave his cock a quick caress.

  Kansas guided her to the closest bed. “Can I take these off?”

  “Sure. Please don’t rip anything. Lingerie isn’t easy to come by in Churchill.”

  He turned her back to him to unclip her bra. Next, he tugged her panties down her legs, holding her arm so she could step out of them. He placed her lingerie on the brown chair, something she noted with approval. Sure beat tossing them willy-nilly. That kind of carelessness made a quick getaway difficult.

  Dakota wrapped his arms around her torso and claimed a kiss. It was unhurried and started off slowly before morphing into hungry and intense. He stroked his tongue against hers, lazily tangling them in a sensual dance.

  Kansas stepped behind her, and warmth enveloped her. She relaxed as Kansas planted open-mouthed kisses on her neck. One cock brushed her belly while another pressed into the small of her back.

  Both big men, they made her aware of her femininity and yet gave her a sense of safety. Her breath eased out in satisfaction as a hand shaped one breast. The tweak of a nipple sent pleasure surging to her sex.

  “Let’s move this to a bed,” Dakota whispered.

  “Should we take bets about how many of us end up on the floor?” Renee teased.

  “We would never let you fall,” Kansas said. “I’d hate to see a bruise on this pretty skin. It’s so smooth.”

  “Smells good. Is that lavender?” Dakota asked.

  “My one indulgence,” Renee said. “Lavender is meant to help sleep and relaxation.”

  Dakota lifted her with ease and placed her on the mattress. The two men squeezed onto the bed, one on either side of her. They were right. They did fit, but one ambitious move would send one or more of them tumbling off the narrow bed.

  “At least I’m in the middle.”

  “If we pushed the beds together, someone—namely you—would be in danger of falling down the gap in-between,” Kansas said with reasonable logic. “Besides, I find myself wanting to hurry.” He grasped her hand and wrapped her fingers around his cock.

  Renee gave him a quick stroke and Kansas groaned.

  “You have two hands,” Dakota pointed out.

  She grinned and grasped his shaft too. She coordinated her strokes and received two masculine rumbles of contentment in return.

  “Don’t tease us,” Kansas ordered, removing her hand. “Neither of us have had sex with a woman for a good month.”

  “That sounds like a bad month,” Renee quipped.

  “You had sex with Matto, so don’t poke the wolves in the room,” Kansas retorted.

  Renee laughed, her merriment spluttering when the two men moved as one. Their mouths fastened on her breasts, the twin sensations zipping south to strike at the juncture of her thighs. A moan of enjoyment spilled free.

  Things got serious then. Hands stroked her rib cage, her thighs, her hips. Kansas widened the gap between her thighs and used his hands while Dakota concentrated on kissing and playing with her breasts.

  Kansas—she knew it was Kansas because he wore a silver pendant around his neck—ran one finger down her slit. He grazed her clit, giving her a ghost of pleasure. He leaned closer and then she couldn’t see because Dakota blocked her line of vision. He nibbled her bottom lip and nipped her, instantly soothing the sting with the sweep of his tongue.

  She moaned against his mouth and he took the kiss deeper. Meanwhile, Kansas used his mouth on her, teasing her bud while he stroked a finger into her channel.

  Renee coasted, the two-fold pleasure allowing her to ride on a never-ending peak of bliss.

  Dakota pulled back on his kiss and stood. A drawer squeaked and the telltale crinkle of packaging told her he hadn’t exaggerated about supplies. “I’ll go on the bottom,” he said to Kansas.

  Kansas lifted his mouth from her pussy, “Works for me.” He backed away while Dakota climbed onto the bed and lifted her so she straddled him.

  “Put me inside you,” Dakota ordered.

  Bemused, Renee did as he asked. She guided his cock to her entrance and pressed downward, enjoying the hell out of the way his big shaft burrowed inside her in an easy slide. When she went to lift up again, Kansas halted her, his callused hands cupping her hips.

  “No,” he snapped. “Together.”

  Renee giggled and tightened her inner muscles around Dakota’s dick.

  “Stop that,” Dakota growled. “Save that for later.”

  “Is she misbehaving?”

  “In the best way,” Dakota confirmed.

  The wheeze of a bottle told Renee things were about to get serious. Cold lube coated her rear entrance seconds later, her screech of protest filling the room along with masculine laughter.

  “Payback,” Kansas chortled as he ran a finger around her pucker. He stroked and stretched, his easy confidence releasing the last of her fears. These two men knew exactly what they were doing. She relaxed and enjoyed the burn of his fingers. Dakota kissed her, and she barely moved when more of the cool gel coated her channel.

  Kansas took his time until arousal had her wriggling and trying to rock. His big hand in the small of her back kept her still.

  “Ready yet?” Dakota asked.

  “Impatient much?” Kansas retorted.

  “You’re not the one with a warm, snug pussy squeezing the life out of you.”

  “Patience,” Kansas said.

  The bottle wheezed yet again, but this time she thought she heard the rip of a foil package. The push of a cock at her pucker told her she was right.

  She sucked in a breath, let it ease out and forced herself to relax while Kansas did his thing.

  “Okay?” Dakota swept a lock of hair out of her eye.

  “More than okay.”

  He smiled, his gentle kiss fracturing something in her chest. Immediately, she shored up her outer shell, plastering reality against the tender emotions trying to squeeze free. This was about sex and pleasure. Nothing else, no matter what her traitorous heart tried to assert.

  Kansas eased in too, and Dakota let out a pitiful groan. “Have mercy, bro. My cock wants to detonate.”

  “Don’t,” Kansas suggested, and Renee laughed.

  Kansas retreated and pushed back inside her, going deeper this time. Dakota distracted her with another kiss, catching her moan with her mouth.

  Finally, he bottomed out, and he paused, letting her experience the fullness and the pulse of their cocks inside her. “Are we good to go?”

  “Yes.” Dakota sounded on the grumpy side.

  “Yes,” Renee agreed, velvet tension gripping her, a coil of energy building in her lower body.

  Kansas pulled back before surging inside her. Dakota fell into a rhythm, retreating and invading in counterpoint. The two men surrounded her with ridged abs and bulging pectorals. Their mouths pressed against her flesh and she coasted onward, upward, propelled by their measured strokes. The bolts of pleasure grew, and she strained to reach the blissful finish line.

  Their male scents surrounded her while heat and pressure rampaged the length of her body. Chills and fire warred, and a thought struck Renee. Sex was the only way she knew she was alive. The rest of the time, she existed in the waiting zone. It was only a matter of time before Vega caught up to her. She’d admitted this to herself during the early hours of the morning. Sometimes, she wondered why she didn’t give him a call and tell him where to find her. Except that would be giving up, and Hunter would hate her for surrendering. He’d wanted to live for his child.

  A sharp nip at her neck refocused her. A second nip, slightly harder had her writhing in the heat of her lovers.

  “That’s better,” Dakota muttered. “Kansas and I pref
er our lover to pay attention. Drifting off in that way isn’t flattering to us.” He slid back into her and hunger grew—a razor-sharp desire.

  “Aw, man,” Kansas said.

  A hand slid between their bodies and masculine fingers gave her clit the perfect stroke. Her breathing went shallow and the muscles of her inner-thighs quivered. She fought a little whimper as tension crawled through her belly. A prickle grew at her clit, bigger and more intense and her flesh pulsed—a sharp spike of enjoyment before the sensations expanded with molten force into a series of languorous waves. Her channel clenched Dakota’s cock, and his next thrusts became erratic. He groaned in her ear and nipped her shoulder. Behind her, Kansas shoved into her with less precision and seconds later, he moaned his release. He, too, nipped at her flesh, the twin pains causing more rapid spurts of pleasure.

  Renee’s heart took time to settle into its normal beat as she came down from the ecstasy. Warm and replete and boneless, she exhaled.

  “Thank you, sugar,” Kansas purred in her ear. He pulled back without haste and wandered off to the en suite. She heard the water running but didn’t have the energy to move. Dakota wasn’t protesting her weight on his chest, so she stayed right where she was and sighed with satisfaction when Dakota wrapped his arms around her.

  Kansas returned, leaving the light on. “Want a quick shower to clean up?”

  “Good idea.” Dakota lifted her off him, taking care to make sure the condom remained in place. “The hot water will relax your muscles.”

  Renee yawned and let Kansas lead her into the en suite. He pushed her under the warm water and soaped up a cloth. By the time Dakota joined them, Kansas had her cleaned. He tugged Renee from the shower to give Dakota room.

  Five minutes later, they were back in bed, tucked under the covers. Renee yawned again and her eyes slid shut, relaxing into the closeness enforced on them by the single bed.

  When Renee woke, only one man held her and it was neither Dakota nor Kansas. She froze, assessing the level of danger. The man with his arms wrapped around her smelled of mountains and greenery, yet the gloom hid his features. He wasn’t exerting pressure or trying to choke her. She made a guess and came up with Calian. “What are you doing here?”

  Calian cupped her cheek and kissed the tip of her nose. “I wanted to spend time with you.”

  “What time is it?” Off-balance, she wasn’t sure how to react. Should she react with anger or go with her instincts?

  “It’s early. Almost five in the morning. Not a morning person, sweetheart?”

  “I always need coffee to wake.”

  “I’m a fan of coffee,” he agreed. “Do you mind me being here with you? I’ll leave if you want.”

  “Where are Dakota and Kansas?” she asked, avoiding an answer just yet.

  “Kansas fell out of bed. He accused Dakota of pushing him. It’s a wonder you didn’t hear the commotion.”

  “I didn’t hear a thing.” Which was strange since these days she was a light sleeper.

  “They’re in my room, catching up on sleep. Believe me, we don’t want the twins sleep-deprived. It’s not a pretty sight.”

  “Your eyes glow in the dark.”

  Calian cocked his head, or at least she assumed he did because the glint of golden eyes changed position. “Really? No one has mentioned that before. Do I look scary?”

  “No. You smell nice.”

  Calian made a sniffing sound. “Do I?”

  “I can smell the outdoors. You know the scent that fills your lungs when you’re walking through a forest. Kind of clean and fresh.” So going with instinct, it was.

  Calian kissed her neck and sucked a fraction. “Can you go back to sleep?”

  “Not likely. I’ll doze and drift into nightmares.” It seemed much easier confessing the truth when darkness clung to the room. Generally, she avoided discussions of the memories that crowded her mind and jumped out at her in the small hours. On the odd occasion, the recollections took her by surprise and made a daylight appearance—usually when a specific noise triggered her. Thankfully, she hadn’t suffered through one of those episodes for months.

  “Sounds unpleasant.” His hand coasted down her bare arm in a rhythmic stroke.

  “Yes.” How many times could Hunter die? Her other friends and acquaintances from her army days. Over and over. That’s how many times. Countless. Endless. Pointless. The blood and gore… A shudder raced through her. A tiny gasp escaped.

  “You’re thinking too hard,” Calian murmured next to her ear. He nipped at her earlobe, the jolt of sensation jerking her mind from its well-worn path.

  In the next instant, his mouth claimed hers. No getting-to-know-you kiss from Calian. He dived right in, dominating her mouth, mastering her with skilled lips and a talented tongue. All Renee could do was grip his powerful shoulders and hold on tight. An intense burst of heat roared down her body. Liquid arousal gathered at her pussy while her head whirled with the pace of his sensual attack.

  His big hands wandered her body while he consumed her mouth. Their tongues tangled, then he gentled the kiss, and it turned sweet as well as hot. He parted their lips and trailed kisses down her throat. Like his brothers, he seemed to enjoy nipping, and she winced when his teeth dug into the fleshy part where neck and shoulder met. Without warning, the pain of the bite receded, and a raft of enjoyment prickled in her breasts. Every part of her body ignited with heat that led directly to her clit.

  A moan escaped her, and she arched her body. Her thighs clamped together to assuage the savage need building, building, building.

  He lifted his head and licked, his tongue velvet smooth against the tender flesh.

  “Aw, sweetheart,” he whispered. “You make me crazy.” He separated their bodies and took her hand. Seconds later, her fingers landed on his erection. His cock wept with his arousal while the smooth shaft glided beneath her palm.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered. “I’ll never sleep now.”

  He hesitated, and she wondered if her explicit demand had shocked him. The truth—some men talked a good game, but they were big prudes at heart. Then, before she formed a question, he rolled away from her. A drawer opened, although how he could see in this pitch-black room, she had no idea.

  “Don’t panic,” he whispered, humor coating his husky words. “Just grabbing a condom.”

  Her ears told her of his competence and soon he wrapped his arms around her. She thought they’d do plain old missionary, but he flipped their bodies.

  “Hands and knees,” he ordered.

  She found herself obeying the stern note in his voice, and soon she knelt on all fours in front of him. Instead of diving into the main act, he kissed and teased her body. He licked the bumps of her spine, his lips warm and playful. He caressed and tormented her breasts and nipples, alternatively using hard and soft strokes. Finally, he parted her legs and strummed her folds, manipulating her clit but not giving her enough pressure to orgasm. He repeated the caresses, adding in variety to keep her off balance. A nip at her neck. A squeeze of her breast. A lick across her buttocks. A slide of a finger into her channel.

  Renee quivered, riding the pleasure he dished out and letting her mind empty of everything else.

  Calian explored to his heart’s content. She was too skinny, but they’d see she ate properly. In every other way, she was perfection. It was obvious she enjoyed sex, and she gave herself over to him, letting him explore her at will. Like his brothers, he hadn’t been able to resist marking her—not fully, but enough to let other shifters know she was unavailable. While their bite wouldn’t change her to a werewolf, the act of marking her had his wolf howling, singing inside his head with an alpha celebration.

  “You’re so sexy, sweetheart. You make me want to howl.”

  She snorted. “I doubt the guests in the neighboring rooms would approve.”

  Calian smiled and dragged the tip of his cock along her slit. Impatience gnawed him, while his wolf continued his happy howl, eager to claim t
heir mate in all ways. And none too soon. He’d noticed the polar bear males around town, observing Renee with interest.

  Too late, bears.

  Calian slipped inside her glorious heat. “Your pussy is amazing. Warm, cozy snugness.” He forged deeper until he could go no further. A harsh sound of animal enjoyment squeezed past his lips. He stilled, hoping his wolf hadn’t startled her.

  “Move. Please move and give me relief.”

  He growled again and pulled back, going oh-so-slow. A curl of arousal spiked from his tight balls. Too soon. He needed to stretch this out and lengthen the enjoyment. He flexed his hips and pushed back until she enveloped him with fiery heat.

  Renee sighed, and he curled his body over her back, kissing her neck. He cupped one her of breasts, then used his fingers like a clamp, giving her a touch of pain as he continued his easy invade and retreat.

  She trembled and sighed, pushing back against him in a silent demand to hasten his pace.

  Calian rocked his pelvis forward and laughed softly when she tightened her inner muscles around his girth. Bite her, his wolf urged, and he found himself nipping her shoulder even as he hastened his glides into her receptive body.

  “Yes. Calian, yes,” Renee cried out.

  Helpless against her pleas, he increased his tempo. Her sheath rippled around his length, and she moaned her enjoyment. The soft, needy sounds ramped up the tension in him, and seconds later, his climax thundered free. The pressure in his balls released and his semen shot from his dick in hard pulses.

  Breathtaking.

  Amazing.

  A mate.

  His wolf panted happily and threw back his head. Calian pressed his lips together and rolled, taking Renee with him. He held her against his chest, their bodies still joined. Perspiration coated them. He’d need to move soon, but for these precious seconds, the woman in his arms accepted him as her lover, and he wished to treasure the moment. Although Renee wasn’t as standoffish now as she had been during their first meeting, they needed more time.

  Calian rested his eyes and tried not to think of the information he’d received from his contacts. Yes, they could rid the world of Jason Vega’s menace and treachery, but calling off a dog already unleashed wasn’t so easy.