by Lauren Dane
“Hmm. A girl could get used to hearing stuff like that.” Moving down farther, she licked the head of him, tasting the salty spice of his pre-cum.
“Oh yeah, well, a guy could get used to that too.”
Moving to kneel between his thighs, she bent on all fours and took him into her mouth. She loved the taste of him, the feel of his skin as she licked over him.
The hot slick of her mouth on his cock began to pool sensation at the base of his spine. He’d never felt anything like it, the slide of her tongue against him. Watching down his body, he was mesmerized by the dreamy sway of her ass, each knob of her spine down the curve of her creamy back. She was exquisite, the sexiest thing he’d ever seen and felt.
He let her continue to suck his cock, watching her mouth, feeling his balls tighten against his body, knowing his climax was approaching. Each draw of her mouth and swirl of her tongue was another step higher.
Waiting until he teetered just on the edge of coming, he gently pulled her back. “Wait, honey. I want that sweet pussy around me when I come. Ride me, Layla.”
Scrambling up his body quickly, she knelt over him and reached back to guide him true. That moment, suspended just above him, her hand around the girth of his cock, the expectancy of it, was sweet. She felt the heat of her pussy just above her hand and the hardness of his cock would soon fill her.
She let the anticipation build, feeling herself grow even wetter, her clit throbbing in time with her heart. Catching her bottom lip in her teeth, she looked down into his face, watching his pupils widen and the steady beat of his pulse at his neck.
“You’re going to kill me.”
“Wouldn’t want that. I need you alive for your cock.” Her voice was teasing as she slowly sank down onto him.
Sensation shot up her spine. Pleasure filled her, electric and hot, his cock the source. She arched her back to take him deeper, feeling the head nudge against her cervix as she lowered herself down on him over and over.
The muscles in his abdomen bunched and released against her inner thighs. His hands stroked over the skin of her thighs and up the curve of her waist. Her wolf pressed against her human skin and brushed against him. In answer, his wolf did the same and her skin felt tight, nearly too small as the feeling filled and filled and filled her until she thought she’d explode.
Panic began to edge against the pleasure but his soft touch and murmured words calmed her. “Shhh, honey. It’s just us. Let it be.” Big hands held her hips and she let go, let his calm wash over her. “That’s the way, honey. I love the way you feel around me.”
Her palms moved over his chest as she pulled his cock back into her pussy, deep and hard. Over and over.
Hands held her breasts, thumbs lazily moving back and forth over her nipples. Her breath hitched as she caught his gaze, looking at her with deep hunger. More deep than sexual hunger. He devoured every detail of her face, the line of her neck. His hands on her breasts were reverent.
Her honey, hot and sticky, brushed against his groin, scalded his cock. The superheated walls of her pussy gripped him, pulled him back into her body even as she rose up on her thighs and withdrew.
The sight of her, like a goddess above him, burned into his soul. One hand slid down and he drew his fingertips through the wet and swollen folds of her pussy, bringing her honey up and around her clit in big circles.
She gasped and he groaned when her pussy fluttered around him as her body readied itself for orgasm.
“You’re pretty good with all your appendages there, Sid. I think I’ll keep you around just to see what you can do with your elbows and nose.”
A surprised laugh came from him. “So essentially, that whole suit thing is like your Clark Kent disguise?”
He sped up the fingers on her clit, moving them from side to side so it took her long moments to find words. “You have to know it’s a bit hard to concentrate on your questions when you do that.” She tightened herself around him and raised a satisfied eyebrow when he gasped. “Clark Kent? ’Cause I’m so super in the sack?”
“Among other things.” Things shifted between them and it became a competition to see who could make the other come first. “But what I mean is that underneath the tailored clothing there’s this whole other layer to you. I gotta tell you, it’s pretty intoxicating.”
She paused, incredibly touched, and then burst into tears.
“Honey? That was a compliment.” He sounded confused and slightly worried but she noticed he didn’t stop his fingertips over her clit.
“I know. I’m not usually like this. I...what you said, it just touched me. It was a lovely thing to say.”
Shane couldn’t get there fast enough for Sid. He knew the tears and uneven emotions were due to it being so long without the tri-bond. Still, he watched her pull herself together and relief poured through them both.
Increasing the pressure over her clit, he matched the intensity of pulling and rolling fingers at her nipple. Moaning, her head dropped forward and she began to grind herself against his fingers as she sped up her pace on his cock.
“Oh it’s like that, is it?”
“Show me what you got,” she panted.
And he did, gently squeezing her clit over and over between thumb and forefinger. “Come on, hot stuff, show me what your cunt feels like when it comes around my cock.”
She moved so that she was directly above him, levering back on his cock instead of sitting astride him. Over and over she slammed her body back against him. He wasn’t going to last much longer, but neither was she.
He reared up and bit her then, where neck meets shoulder, and pushed her into climax. Which tipped him over right with her. Blinding waves of pleasure shot through him and through their link he felt her climax as well. Ricocheting back and forth between them, their united orgasm went on and on until he was sure he couldn’t take another second of it.
Finally she fell to the side, his cock still inside her body.
“I win,” she mumbled.
“Hey! I won. You came first.” He brushed the hair out of her face.
“Exactly. I won.”
They lay there, hands all over the other, legs tangled, for some time. No talking, just taking simple pleasure in the other’s presence.
The phone in the room rang and Sid leaned over her body to answer it. The conversation was short and Layla got out of bed to clean up a bit. When she came back he’d hung up.
“That was Shane. He’ll be here in a few minutes.”
She sat with a sigh. He smiled when he noted she was wearing his robe. “Okay.”
“I know you’re upset about all of this. I wish it could be slow. So you could get used to the idea of being with me.”
“It’s not so much being with you. I like being with you. Look—” she stood up, needing to move while she worked through it all “—it’s about the suddenness and then this whole tri-bond thing.”
“You think it’s easy for me? I have a life too, Layla!”
Her first response died as she clenched her teeth. She wanted to yell at him but it wasn’t fair. “I know you do, Sid.”
His anger drained from him as he saw her rein her impatience back. Getting up and going to her, he pulled her tight against his body. Her arms encircled his waist and she put her head on his chest.
“We’ll make it work. I actually really do love it up here. And I’ve got family in the Northwest obviously.”
“After we complete the tri-bond, you need to check out of this hotel and move into my condo. We’ll start looking for something with studio space for you soon. We need to move forward to the next stage of our life together.”
Relief. Relief that they would make it work flooded him. Now that she accepted it, he could revel in finding his mate. The thing that werewolves wait so long for had happened. And his
mate was beautiful and strong and smart. It would be all right.
“Good. I hate sleeping in hotels. The last two nights, knowing you were out there but I couldn’t find you, drove me crazy.”
A knock sounded on the door and Layla stiffened.
“Hold on, honey. Shane’s a good person. I wouldn’t trust your tri-bond to just anyone.” Sid went to the door and let his cousin in.
It wasn’t like Layla could complain. Shane was tall and broad and shared the same black hair that Sid and Adam had.
Without preamble he approached her and hugged her, kissing each cheek. “Welcome to our family, Layla. I’m honored to serve as your Anchor.”
Layla blushed like crazy. “Thank you.”
Sid watched her, saw how uncomfortable she was. “I have an idea. I can tell you’re really nervous about this whole thing. I don’t want it to be some stilted, horrible experience. I don’t want you to feel embarrassed about liking what Shane is doing. You should enjoy it.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Okay. So what’s your idea?”
He turned and rustled around in his suitcase and came back with a long silk handkerchief. “My mother. She has a thing about handkerchiefs. This one is long enough. She refers to them as ‘werewolf size.’”
“Long enough for what?” Her voice went up an octave as he approached. Shane just watched his cousin with interested eyes.
Sid chuckled. “To blindfold you. That way you can enjoy yourself without guilt. You won’t have to worry about who is touching you where and how to respond. You just have to feel and enjoy.” And he wouldn’t have to watch her eyes meet another man’s as he made her come either. He held the red handkerchief up. “What do you say?”
“That’s a great idea, Sid!” Shane grinned. “Layla, would this work for you? I know it’s not easy. I’m a stranger and heck, Sid’s not much more than one. But I’m standing here making my promise to you to be your Anchor and to step in when and if you need me. In some ways, you’ll be my mate too. I want this to be okay for you.”
Layla looked at them both, strong male wolves bending over backward to make her feel better about having sex with two of them. She laughed. “Twist my arm. Okay, I’ll have sex with two hot werewolves while I’m blindfolded. But I have to give Tia the details. She’ll kill me if I don’t.”
Sid started for a moment and then rolled his eyes. “Okay. You ready?” Layla nodded and he moved to her and kissed her softly. “I don’t know if you’re ready to hear this yet or not, but I love you.”
She gulped air and nodded. “Ready or not, it’s still true. I love you too.”
He tied the kerchief around her head, not too tight but snug enough it wouldn’t slip off and no light got in.
Layla’s skin suddenly felt a hundred times more sensitive. She could smell both men and hear the rustle of clothes being removed. And then the brush of fingertips as her robe was slipped from her body.
A hand at her shoulder and lower back guided her back in the direction of the bed. Suddenly, lips brushed over the back of her neck as hands slid up her stomach. Most likely, she would have felt odd about reacting depending on who was doing what if she’d seen who was touching her. But with the blindfold, she was free to just accept the touches and relax.
A soft sigh slid from her lips and Sid murmured, “Let’s get you on the bed, honey.”
Two sets of hands helped her onto the bed and onto her back. It was a bit disorienting to feel things and not see them coming. With the sense of sight gone, all she had to do was feel. Feel the warm swirl of a tongue through her navel and down through the crease where her thigh met her body. She’d wanted to reach out and touch a few times but when she’d tried to move her hand, Sid had taken her wrists and put them above her head, saying, “If you touch us, you’ll know who’s doing what. Let it be a mystery.”
So she’d left her hands above her head and lay there as mouths and hands began to caress and touch her everywhere. Her foot was lifted and strong hands kneaded, thumbs sliding over her instep. Then a mouth laid openmouthed kisses over her ankle and the very erotic spot between her ankle and the back of her heel.
Shudders wracked her body then at the intensity of feeling. Strong hands moved up her calves, massaging and caressing. She’d fallen under the hypnotic feel of that when lips closed over her left nipple.
With a gasp, she arched and both men chuckled. If she’d really paid attention she’d have been able to figure out whose mouth was on her nipple by the laugh, but she left it all alone, falling back into the maelstrom of building pleasure.
Lips drew on her nipple in a wet suck and then nibbled, over and over again. Her breath began to come short and her hips churned absently. Until the caressing hands on her thighs found her pussy and fingertips trailed their way through the wet furls of her cunt.
Then a mouth on her for long moments, eating her like there was no tomorrow. Broad, wet licks, hungry dips into her gate with a tongue. Fucking her with it. With her eyes covered, the intensity of feeling was much greater and she was quickly on her way to another climax.
But two sets of hands turned her over and she found herself on hands and knees, ass high in the air. Excitement roared through her at being handled like that. She’d never been blindfolded before and she made it a point to remember to ask Sid to try it again with her sometime, when they were alone.
Someone moved so that he lay beneath her, his cock at the level of her mouth. Her legs were spread to either side of his legs and the other man settled in behind her, mouth on her pussy that way, fingers holding her open to his hungry licks and nibbles.
A cock tapped her lips and she took it into her mouth. She realized it was Sid beneath her at that moment but it didn’t freak her out. She felt safe and secure as well as desired like a goddess with these two men.
A thumb, wet with her honey, pressed into her ass. She gasped at the invasion of it and the taboo of that part of her being breached. Moments later, teeth grazed over her clit and climax consumed her. A deep, guttural cry came from her lips, around Sid’s cock.
Sid groaned beneath her and began to roll his hips, thrusting into her mouth.
And suddenly a cock, much wider than Sid’s, pressed into her pussy. Hands held her hips in place as he continued to push into her until she felt his groin and the soft slap of his balls against her mound.
He waited there for a moment while Sid continued to stroke into her mouth gently but surely. When the thrusting into her cunt started again, it quickly found rhythm with Sid.
In and out of her mouth, in and out of her pussy. Her body held in place as these two men sought their pleasure. As both had given it to her. The tri-bond wasn’t a scary thing at all anymore but something deeply special and important. Shane was pledging himself to her with his body and with his bond. Sid loved her enough to open their relationship up and allow this third person to create the stability she needed. It was beautiful.
Sid’s hands, long-fingered and graceful, cradled her skull as he rode her mouth. With his body spread out underneath her, she felt as if it were him that served as an Anchor. The emotions of the bond swirled through her, dark and light, but they weren’t confusing and terrifying anymore, they were enormous but wonderful and she opened herself to them, knowing she wouldn’t drown because neither of these men would allow it.
And things felt right. After the confusion of having her carefully made plans totally fall apart, the rightness of the bond and her connection to the man beneath her body clicked into place and she knew without a doubt that they would make it work because it was meant to. Corner office at work and with this wolf at her side at home, she’d continue on a path she could feel proud of achieving. She could still be her own person within something larger than that. She could be a Warden and still be Layla. She could be Sid’s wife and mate and still be Layla. She could be a successful b
usinesswoman and still be Layla.
That revelation seemed so totally simple, even as it had eluded her for twenty-five years.
“Oh, honey,” Sid murmured, pleasure tingeing his voice. He’d felt her emotions through their bond and then her satisfaction and resolution. She could feel his joy at that.
Moments later, Sid’s hands in her hair tightened as he came with a long groan. Her hands cupped his balls and fingertips pressed into that sensitive spot just behind them. His taste flooded her, consumed her senses.
After he finished, she kissed his softening cock and laid her head on his thigh, arching her back as Shane continued to stroke into her pussy.
The broad girth of him filled her in a different way than Sid did. Stretched her. Sid’s hands moved to her shoulders, pushing her back into Shane’s thrusts. Shane reached around and pressed two fingers into her mouth, wetting them, and moved them to her clit.
She wasn’t sure she could take more but his touch was just the right amount of pressure, his thrusts into her giving the friction against his touch rather than his fingers doing it.
“Come around his cock, Layla,” Sid whispered in a hoarse voice. “He’ll only taste you this once, let him feel how good it is.”
With a deep cry, Layla began to come again, this orgasm a deep, muscle-wrenching climax laced with emotion as well as physical pleasure.
She heard Shane’s stuttered curse behind her and his thrusts got harder and deeper as he fucked into her body with ferocity.
Her nipples brushed over the wiry hair on Sid’s thighs with each stroke Shane made into her. Holding on, her fingers dug into Sid’s hips as Shane’s cock jerked and began to pulse with his orgasm.
And when his semen began to fill her, the cacophony of the lack of the anchor bond that she’d been managing, silenced. A moment of disorientation and then it all clicked into place. She felt the fullness of her connection with Sid but also that small part that was bonded with Shane.
Gently, they helped her down to the bed and she reached up and took the blindfold off. Craning her neck, she looked up at Sid and smiled as he leaned down to kiss her. Getting to her knees, she moved to Shane and hugged him, brushing her lips over his briefly.
