by Crissy Smith
“Shh, baby, it’s me.”
She shook her head in denial.
“It is. It will be okay, Annabelle, I won’t hurt you.” He looked into her eyes. “Now I’m going to take my hand from your mouth. Please don’t scream again.”
Annabelle’s body shook, and she tried to push him away when he removed his hand. “Get off me! Get off me!”
“Annabelle, calm down!”
Not knowing what else to do with his stronger body holding her down, she screamed again.
Instead of his hand, he used his mouth to cover her screams.
Annabelle knew his kiss. Even with everything that she had seen, her body recognised his. She started to respond to him when it should have been impossible. Before she knew what was happening, she was closing her eyes and kissing him back. Maybe she was still asleep. Yes, that was it. She was just dreaming.
But if she was dreaming, she wouldn’t feel the pain of the ground digging into the soft skin, would she?
Mac started to pull away, and she found herself lifting her lips to follow. He took a deep breath before resting his forehead on hers.
“Annabelle.” His unique eyes were glowing in the night. “I…I have to get you off these rocks.”
Her body was lifted as he stood and was carried away from the water towards the house. Reality started to push the fog his kisses caused in her mind. He had been…
She started to kick her legs, and his hold loosened. Then she bent down and bit into his shoulder as hard as she could.
“Ow! Damn!” He dropped her legs to the ground.
Annabelle wiggled away and tried to run. But a sharp pain in her foot had her tripping and she ended up on her butt, looking up at him.
He stood over her, rubbing his shoulder. “Now was that really necessary?” he asked clearly not happy. Annabelle nodded, causing him to throw his arms up in the air. “I give up.”
She didn’t know who he was talking to, but she took his moment of distraction and tried to make a run for it again. She didn’t even get all the way to her feet before he grabbed her arm. He pulled, and she tumbled over his shoulder as he bent and lifted her.
“I just want you to remember we were going to do this differently,” he told her and once again started towards the house.
“Do what? What are you going to do to me?” Her voice came out in a squeak.
Mac stopped for a moment. She thought he was going to put her down, but instead he hitched her higher on his shoulder. Then she heard another voice.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah.” Mac answered. “I guess we have to tell her a little differently than we thought.”
Annabelle used her fist on the back on his thigh. “Tell me what! That you’re a dog?”
He half-turned, and she could see another pair of bare feet, jeans, and a bare broad chest. With the blood rushing to her head from being up side down, she narrowed her eyes as Trevor bent down.
“Now did we really look like dogs?” he asked, and she could hear his amusement.
“Yes,” she hissed, kicking her legs. They hadn’t, but damn, she was losing her mind thinking they were wolves. Werewolves.
Trevor laughed and straightened. “We’re going to have our hands full, that’s for sure.”
Annabelle’s foot connected with Mac’s thigh, and he grunted.
“Careful,” Trevor said as Mac caught her heel in his hand. “You don’t want to damage something we might want to play with later.”
Suddenly, she was moved from Mac’s shoulder to Trevor’s. Annabelle started to kick both legs and hit him with her fists, not amused.
“Stop it!” Trevor demanded.
She didn’t have time to get another good kick in before his hand came down and swatted her butt.
“Ow!” she complained and tried to kick him again.
He swatted her again. “Stop kicking me.”
The sting of his hand had her stop fighting.
“Better,” he praised, rubbing the spot he’d spanked.
Lowering her head, she noticed how close his own fine ass was. She opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and bit down, hard.
“Shit!” He yowled and almost dropped her.
Mac barked out a laugh as Trevor shifted her to his front and held her legs with one arm while the other tightened around her back.
“Stop laughing or you’re next,” she threatened Mac.
It only made Mac laugh harder and Trevor growled. “Your mouth is going to be too busy for biting,” Trevor promised.
Annabelle crossed her arms over her chest. Trevor looked down at her and she glared at him.
“Now behave so we can get in the house. Any minute now, the entire community will be out wondering what is going on,” he told her.
Annabelle didn’t respond. Trevor started walking and Mac followed to his side. She let him carry her to the house and in the back door. As soon as he put her on the counter, she tried to scramble away.
“You’re testing my patience now. Just sit still and let Mac look at your feet,” Trevor ordered and wrapped his arms around her.
Mac turned on the water and tested it before grabbing her feet. The warm water was a relief against her abused flesh, and she began to relax against Trevor’s hold.
Picking up the hand soap from the back of the sink, Mac lathered his hands then began to wash her feet. Once cleaned, he removed a couple small rocks before turning the water off. He looked down at her before sharing a look with Trevor.
“What are we going to do now?” Mac finally asked.
“Well, I guess we’ll have to have that talk you’ve been wanting,” Trevor drawled.
Annabelle looked from one to the other. “I’m sitting right here.”
They didn’t pay any attention to her.
“All right.” Mac sighed. “I didn’t want to do it this way but what choice do we have?”
Trevor picked her back up. “Let’s do this somewhere more comfortable.”
“Do what?” Annabelle tried to push against Trevor’s body.
“We’re not going to hurt you,” Mac told her from behind Trevor.
“Yeah, sure, says the man that can turn onto a wolf.” Annabelle used sarcasm since it seemed to be the only weapon she had. Her mind kept screaming ‘werewolf’ while her body wanted to cuddle into Trevor’s heat.
She could feel Trevor’s chest rumble against her as he chuckled. “So you admit we look like wolves and not dogs.”
Chapter Four
Trevor carried Annabelle into the room he shared with Mac and watched her eyes widen as she took in the large bed that took up most of the room. He set her gently on it, and she scrambled away to the head of the bed, putting distance between them. Mac sat on the foot of the bed, and Trevor took position standing behind him. He squeezed Mac’s shoulder in support.
He gave Mac encouragement to talk with Annabelle while he fought to keep his emotions under control. The wolf inside him recognised Annabelle as his mate. He wanted to claim her, to make her his and Mac’s, much the same way he’d done with Mac.
“What you saw tonight—Trevor and I in our other form—was something we wanted to tell you about gradually.”
Annabelle had her knees up and her arms wrapped around them as she leaned against the headboard. “How is it possible?”
“We have special genes that allow us to shift our shape. While we can turn into a wolf, there are other people who can turn into different animals,” Mac explained.
Trevor wasn’t surprised by her reaction. It wasn’t every day one found out about them. He prayed silently that she would accept them.
Annabelle’s mouth dropped open. “Other animals?” she repeated.
“Yes. I know it’s a lot to take in, but this is why we return here for every full moon. So we can run in our other form without worrying about being discovered.”
“So everyone here—” She waved her hand around wildly. “They can turn into wolves too.”
“They
can or they are mated to someone who can.”
“Mated?” Her voice shook as she spoke.
Trevor walked to the side of the bed. “A mate that completes us. You are our mate.”
She shook her head in denial. “I can’t turn into a wolf.”
“You don’t have to, but with you by our side, the wolf inside us calms. We need you to be able to control him.” Mac spoke softly.
“Why me? You could have anyone!”
“You were given to us. Our gift. We’ve waited a long time for you.” Mac sat up on his knees. “I knew for the minute I met you that you were the one.”
“That was over a year ago,” she commented with doubt.
“We had to put things in motion. To make sure you could accept us in your life. We’ve waited and watched until we thought you were ready.” Mac started to move closer to her, and Trevor was glad she didn’t move away.
“You think I’m ready now?” Her voice came out in a whisper.
Trevor took a seat at her side. “We know you are. Tomorrow night is the full moon. With your agreement, we want to claim you as ours.”
“What does that mean? Claim me?” she asked, turning her attention to him.
“It’s like a marriage of sorts. You would belong to us. We would belong to you. But we can’t claim you if you’re not willing.” Trevor didn’t know how to explain it better.
“Annabelle,” Mac was now in front of her, “let us show you.”
“Are you going to bite me, make me turn into one of you?”
Mac shook his head, and Trevor had to hold in a laugh.
“No.” Mac placed his hands on her knees and looked over to Trevor. He nodded his agreement, knowing Mac was asking permission to start.
“All we want to do right now is make love to you,” Mac told her. “When we bite, you won’t turn into one of us. It will only seal the bond we will have.”
“So you do want to bite me?”
“Maybe a little,” Trevor teased, trying to lighten the mood.
She let out a shaky laugh like he hoped.
“Let us touch you, love you, show you how great it can be together.” Mac was now kneeling between her legs, having taken them and spread her open.
She nodded, and Trevor felt a huge weight lift from his chest. Mac kissed her first, holding her head in place while his mouth brushed over hers. Trevor adjusted the erection straining against his jeans as he watched the two of them together.
He and Mac had shared women in the past, but tonight was a step to sealing their fate, forever.
Annabelle kissed Mac back as he held her gently. He nipped her bottom lip, then soothed it with his tongue. His kiss grew in intensity as it went on as Annabelle responded with excitement.
When he drew away from her, she blinked up through lust filled eyes. Confusion clouded her mind about what she had seen, but it didn’t keep her from wanting them. Mac looked down at her with such passion in his eyes she felt like she would go up in flames.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Trevor move closer. Mac shifted to the side to give him room. Annabelle lifted her fingers to Trevor’s lips. Trevor nipped her fingers, surprising a laugh from her. Then he slammed his mouth down on hers. Lightning flashed through her body, and he took everything she had to offer and more.
A set of hands cupped her full, heavy breasts while another set moved up her legs. This was what she had been waiting for, dreaming about, wanting. Both men with their hands on her.
Trevor broke the kiss, panting. It was his hands that were cupping her. “Take this off! Let me feel you.”
Annabelle didn’t have to be told twice. She pulled her shirt over her head and watched as Trevor licked his lips.
“Yes.” He groaned before bending and licking one of her hard nipples.
Annabelle moaned and her hands went to the back of his head.
Trevor lifted his head. “We’re just getting started,” he promised.
She nodded her willingness. He smiled and placed a quick kiss against her lips.
“Then just lay back and enjoy.” He took her hands and moved them over her head. “Let the games begin,” he murmured then went back to her body.
His mouth lavished on her breast sucking in a nipple before flicking it with his tongue. Mac moved his body up hers and followed suit with the other breast. Annabelle arched into their mouths as she trembled in delight. They gave her body all the attention it demanded until Annabelle could only close her eyes and drift in the intense pleasure.
Mac’s hands were softer and gentler than Trevor’s were. Just like their kisses, they were different from one another, but matched. Each giving her what she craved. Hands started to pull her pants down, and she opened her eyes to see.
Trevor leaned over her with something in his hand. “Shh…trust us,” he told her and ran the silk over her breasts, up her neck, to her face.
She knew what he had planned when he started to tie it around her eyes. “Trevor?”
“It’s okay. We want you to enjoy this. It will add to your pleasure.”
Her throat dry, Annabelle nodded.
Trevor kissed the tip of her nose before moving away. She had to guess that it was Mac kissing and nibbling the flesh of her stomach, moving down to where she wanted him most.
A weight beside her head told her that Trevor had come back, then her hands were lifted from the pillow.
“Just relax,” Trevor coaxed as something hard and cold wrapped around her wrist.
It wasn’t until she heard the click that she realised he had just handcuffed her. The other wrist was picked up and the same was done. Annabelle yanked on them but they were secured to the bed.
“Don’t break those, darling, they’re Mac’s favourite pair,” Trevor teased.
Annabelle had never been handcuffed before, or blindfolded for that matter, but even the small amount of nerves disappeared as she felt four hands on her body. Opening her thighs wider and lifting her bottom up.
“Such a pretty pussy,” Trevor commented from wherever he had moved.
“I can’t wait to taste it,” Mac agreed.
Annabelle was ready to scream for him to taste her, but instead of a mouth, she felt only one long finger rub the wetness of her folds. Teasing, moving up and down, but never penetrating. Circling her clit with a light pressure not enough to satisfy her hungry.
“Please stop teasing me!” she pleaded.
She heard their chuckles.
“Well, you heard the lady,” Trevor said before a mouth touched her, and she could feel the soft lap of a tongue run between her.
“Yes!” she cried as the tongue stiffened and stabbed inside. She moved her hips, trying to take it in deeper.
“Oh God!” Mac moaned. “She tastes wonderful. Hot, spicy cream.”
“Let me see,” Trevor demanded before Annabelle felt his tongue invade her pussy. Harder and deeper than Mac’s had been. Then it, too, was gone.
“Please,” she begged.
That started a game of Guess Whose Tongue. Mac and Trevor took turns tasting her until she couldn’t tell whose mouth was on her at what time.
Fingers entered along with those talented tongues, and she rode them fast and furious. Right before she exploded, a mouth moved up to her clit, sucked deeply, then bit down gently.
She screamed as fluid escaped from her body, her pussy convulsed, and her orgasm rushed through her body.
“We’re not done,” Trevor told Annabelle as he untied the blindfold then removed the cuffs.
They had taken positions on either side of her, and Trevor rubbed her wrists as he released her hands. She looked from him to Mac with a satisfied, but wicked grin.
“If we’re not finished, then you both are wearing too many clothes,” she told them with excitement sparkling in her eyes.
He grinned at Mac as the other man started to tear his clothes off. Annabelle moved to her knees to help him. Once Mac’s clothes were off, they turned to Trevor.
“You
r turn,” Mac told him as he reached over.
They all knelt in the middle of the bed until each one was naked. Then Annabelle ran her hands over Trevor’s chest running her fingers over his sensitive flesh before turning and doing the same to Mac.
While she was busy, Trevor moved behind her and pulled her into his lap. The hard evidence of his desire nestled between her ass checks. He rubbed against her, and she responded with a moan.
Trevor’s cock jumped at the sound. Mac moved farther between her legs, sandwiching her between them. As Trevor sat back on his heels with her on his lap, Mac wrapped her legs around his waist as he moved closer to Trevor’s lap. Trevor’s cock throbbed in anticipation as Mac paused at Annabelle’s entrance and waited.
“Mac’s going to fuck you now, honey. Hard and fast,” he whispered in her ear.
She moaned and arched her back.
“Hang on,” he told her and nodded to Mac.
With his legs outside Trevor’s but against him, Mac held her hips as he plunged inside. The motion rocked Trevor back as he held Annabelle for Mac’s strokes.
Annabelle gripped Mac’s shoulders as he pounded in and out of her. Each time Mac thrust inside her, she would slam back against Trevor, keeping his cock trapped and rubbing against him. He pushed up and held Annabelle by her legs so Mac could enter deeply. Rubbing against her, he matched his strokes to Mac’s.
Annabelle started to shake in his arms as she threw her head back and cried out her release. Mac stiffened and groaned as he found his own completion.
When Mac withdrew from a limp Annabelle, Trevor pushed and had Mac landing on his back with Annabelle sprawled over him.
Trevor picked her up by her hips and entered her with one hard thrust. Her body tightened around him welcoming and hot. It only took a half of dozen strokes when he felt his balls draw up and he shot his seed deep inside her.
* * * *
Mac watched the rise and fall of Annabelle’s chest as she slept. She lay between him and Trevor curled up in a tight ball. She looked peaceful in sleep, and he knew she would forever have a place in their bed. Scooting closer, he leaned over and kissed her softly.
