Blame? There was no one to blame but herself. She’d conceived a child to buy more time to find her sister. Nothing they did could top that. “I’m sorry I stole your money back at the brothel. I needed it to sustain me while I searched for Jenna.”
“Not a problem. I’m glad you took it,” said Rio.
“Anything else?”
“Nope. That’s about it.”
Creed stepped into her, his front to her back. She couldn’t help but lean into him.
Creed kissed her on the neck. “You belong to me and Rio. You’re ours. Brody’s ours. Don’t ever forget that, Cat. Now, let’s go home and get naked.”
She laughed as calm settled over her. “I can hardly wait.”
Chapter Seventeen
Three months later
Cat dressed in a black open bust corset. She liked the feel of buttery leather, and more importantly, she had bought it herself, for them, just for them. She slipped on the crotch-less silk panties hoping they wouldn’t rip these off. She adored the naughty things she wore and loathed when they ripped them from her body. Well, that wasn’t true. Cat loved it when her men ripped them in their haste to pleasure her. She just hated it when she had to throw them away.
She rolled on the black silk stockings, attached them to the garters, and slipped on the black fuck-me heels. She wanted to pile her hair on top of her head, but taking it down would be the first thing they did, so why bother? They said they liked it when it slid over their thighs when she was sucking their cocks.
They were werewolves, predatory animals. Her predatory animals. The bites on her shoulders burned with erotic wanting. Desire pooled in her pussy.
She loved them, loved everything about them. And when the nightmares mugged her in her sleep, when the feel of the heavy weight of the gun stung her arm, when the gunshot shattered her ears, when all she could see was red spreading on Rio’s shirt, they soothed her fears, held her tight, and told her everything would be okay.
And it was.
Brody was spending the night with Ila at the other end of the house. Ila came every week and only stayed for a night or two, and tonight she was babysitting. It was still hard to believe Brody was Rio’s, but she was so thankful for that. Ila said Brody was indeed a werewolf and Rio and Creed both confirmed that they could smell the wolf in him. That was terrific news. At least Brody would be able to shift and heal himself if he needed to. What mother wouldn’t want that? Beats the hell out of Neosporin.
Tomorrow they were heading to North Carolina to see her parents and her sister. On the phone, Jenna seemed fine, but who knew what scars lay beneath. Cat wasn’t sure how she was going to explain that both of these men were hers. Ila suggested not admitting to anything and Cat may take the chicken-way out and keep her mouth shut. But they’d want to know who the father was, and when they had other children, how would she explain? The last thing she wanted was to give her parents a heart attack. Well, she had time to figure it out before they got there.
She glanced in the mirror. Ruby red lipstick completed the ensemble. Giving herself one last critical look, she took a deep breath and opened the door.
“About damn time...whoa. You look stunning,” said Rio.
“Yes she does. But she needs punishing for making us wait so long,” replied Creed. He stroked his cock, the engorged head clearly visible from across the room. Both of them sat on the edge of the bed, cocks stiff and ready.
“There are new rules tonight, my wolves.”
Creed’s dark brow arched to match Rio’s.
“I don’t want my clothes ripped to shreds. I like this and intend to wear it again.”
“We can buy you another one,” said Rio.
She sashayed to the bed and stopped out of their reach. Not that she could move fast enough to avoid them if they reached for her. She loved how their gaze flitted between her very exposed breasts and pussy.
“Have you been waxed?” asked Rio.
Cat smiled. Another gift for them. Those wolf eyes never missed anything. “Yes, but you can’t touch unless you promise to protect the clothing. These are crotch-less panties, so they won’t interfere.”
She knew she wasn’t getting through to them, so she let her hand roam down and find the taut bud. They were right. The smooth skin was sensually erotic.
“We can smell your desire,” said Rio.
“Uh-huh. And I can see yours.” Long and thick and all hers.
“When we convert you, you’ll be able to smell ours,” said Creed.
Yes, that was the plan, but it would have to wait. “The clothes, boys, or I’ll have to bring myself to an orgasm with my new bare pussy and leave you two to handle your own.”
“You wouldn’t torture us, would you?” asked Creed.
Only if she could. “Yes.”
Their nostrils flared. Damn she couldn’t even lie to them and get away with it.
“Promise me,” she said trying to regain control over them.
“Okay, we promise,” said Rio.
She didn’t buy it for a second, but what choice did she have? Cat stepped inside Creed’s open thighs. His hand instantly went to her already swollen clit.
“Smooth and soft,” he said.
She reached over and gripped Rio’s cock.
Creed nipped the delicate skin on her neck. Rio wrapped his hand around hers and pumped into her hand.
“I have another surprise.”
“What surprise?” asked Creed against her neck.
“I’m pregnant.”
Creed pulled away and gazed into her face. Since she’d learned that Brody was Rio’s, she now understood why Creed was always the one in her pussy and Rio her rear.
Rio slapped his brother on the shoulder. “Congrats, man.”
“Really?” asked Creed. His hand immediately went to her belly with a gentle caress.
“Really.” Cat cupped Creed’s face and kissed him slowly. Then she pushed him back on the bed. She bent over, braced her arms beside Creed’s hips, spread her legs wide, and looked at Rio. He grinned and moved behind her. Her breasts fell forward, the weight sensual.
She flicked her tongue out and swiped the head of Creed’s cock. He growled. Their growls were so possessive; she loved their sounds.
Rio’s hand moved between her cheeks and down to her pussy, stoking, petting. “She’s so fucking wet, bro.” Two fingers slid inside her and sent exquisite pleasure rolling through her. Her insides quaked. “And I like these panties.”
She sucked the crest of Creed’s cock, zipped her tongue under the underside.
“Fuck yeah,” said Creed.
She loved to suck their cocks. She loved for them to suck her clit. Rio pumped his fingers in and out slowly, teasing her and it only made her suck harder on Creed. She was slick and wet; his fingers were easily accommodated. She wrapped her hand around the base of Creed’s cock and glided her hand up. He hissed. Rio pressed his fingers against the tight bud of her clit. Her wetness enhanced the slide over the sensitive nerves.
Creed lifted her head from his cock. “I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to fuck you in your tight ass.”
Yeah, that’s what she wanted too. Before she could crawl on the bed, Rio turned her around and hauled him to his hard body. “New position,” he said. He dragged her up his body, slowly along the hard length of his cock. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She kicked her heels off and did as he ordered. He centered her over his cock and pulled her down. Cat loved their cocks, the way they stretched her, filled her. She felt Creed behind her, slathering her tight ring with lubrication.
“I’ve waited a long time for this,” Creed said.
Rio pulled her cheeks open, and the thick head of Creed’s cock slipped inside. Taken by two was hot as hell. They filled her, sent erotic sensations careening through her.
“I’ve missed this hot little pussy too,” said Rio. He pushed his hips forward, and Creed pulled back. They held her suspended between the two of the
m, between the two men she loved. As the sensations built inside her, she knew it would almost render her unconscious with the power of it.
She craved it.
Sensual pleasure raced around her core as convulsions rocked her body. Creed growled behind her, and she felt his hot seed spill in her. Rio followed with a ‘fuck yeah’ of his own.
“I love you,” she whispered. “I love both of you.” They both shoved in at the same time. Both of them growled “I love you” and then they bit her. The love bite sent another wave rolling through her, threatening to take her sanity.
Little shudders moved through all three of them. Creed pulled free and collapsed on the bed. Rio laid her down, pulled free, and rolled on the other side. Cat took both her hands and laid it on each of their chests. She needed to touch them, feel their hearts beat.
They were hers, and she planned to keep them forever.
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