by Cynthia Sax
Ben gritted his teeth and rubbed his hands over his mate’s arms, relishing his wiry strength, his lithe muscles, his lightly tanned skin. “I’ll taste her on your lips when we kiss.” Another tremor swept over him, pushing him closer to the edge.
Lorcan surged forward, crushed their lips together, their chests colliding, bare skin to bare skin. His grip on Ben’s cock constricted even more, his strokes growing more urgent, ruthlessly stripping control with each sweep of his hand.
Ben rumbled into Lorcan’s mouth and sucked on his supple tongue, tugging and pulling to the rhythm of his lynx shifter’s hands. His world narrowed down to Lorcan, to his touch, his taste, his scent. He pushed against him, needing to be closer, heat rolling off his smaller mate’s fit physique.
Ben’s balls tightened, tightened, tightened, his thighs trembling, his ass cheeks clenching. He partially shifted, his body hair thickening, his form growing larger, his bear mauling his insides, seeking to be freed.
Ben clutched Lorcan’s shoulders with his big paws, digging his claws into skin, his release rushing toward him faster than a spring stream. He couldn’t hold off. He couldn’t --
Ben threw his head back, thrust his hips forward, and roared. Hot cum arced from his cockhead and splattered against Lorcan’s delineated abdominal muscles, his mate’s pale skin rippling with the impact.
Ben pumped the air with his hips once, twice more. His knees buckled under him, and he toppled to the floor, the hardwood shaking under his great weight. “That’s how we control our animals.”
“That might work when Rue isn’t here.” Lorcan wrapped his arms around Ben and pressed his face into his chest. “But the true test will happen once she steps through the door.” The lynx shifter’s heart beat faster. “Say whatever you need to say to convince her quickly because my animal won’t wait long to claim her.”
“Neither will mine,” Ben admitted.
Chapter Three
Rue stared up at the two-story wood and glass mansion her soon-to-be ex-bosses called their log cabin, dread and envy swirling in her stomach. Smoke curled from a chimney, scenting the air. Tall pine trees surrounded the structure. Birds chirped. Situated half an hour from Iroquois Falls, the nearest town, her employers’ home and office was nestled amidst nature.
She wanted desperately to be nestled between her employers. She’d continued her search for a fast fuck candidate, but no one had even come close to wetting her panties. All she could think of was Lorcan and Ben, their faces, their big hands, their broad shoulders.
They’re gay, Rue. She ruthlessly squashed her ridiculous lust. And after today, you’ll never see them again. She slowly trudged up the stairs. Ben and Lorcan wanted to meet with her right away. That was convenient because she needed to meet with them.
Tomorrow was Friday. Rue hadn’t withdrawn their company from the pulp and paper deal, and the wolves would return, seeking vengeance. She’d investigated further. The stories about the missing rival negotiators had been based in truth, police reports made, the individuals never seen again. The wolves would make good on their threats. She had to quit. Today.
She’d left jobs before. Rue gripped her navy blue leather tote tighter, her resignation letter tucked inside. Sure she had never cared for those bosses the way she cared for Ben and Lorcan, but she was a professional. She could do this.
Rue raised her hand to knock. The double doors swung open, and all thoughts of being professional vanished. Ben filled the massive door frame, the big bear shifter’s broad flannel-covered chest heaving, and his tanned face flushed as though he’d run to greet her. She breathed deeply, savoring the scent of honey and musk and man.
Ben inhaled sharply also, his nostrils flaring. “You’re finally here,” he rumbled, his soulful brown eyes darkening to a midnight black. If he’d been a straight man, she’d think he was aroused.
But he isn’t a straight man, Rue, which means he’s angry, not aroused. “I came as soon as I could,” she snapped, his anger testing her already strained control. Ben blinked long, thick eyelashes a supermodel would envy, his closely clipped brown hair accentuating his eyes. “I have a job to do and clients to make happy. Clients always come first. Always.”
Lorcan, Ben’s business and life partner, peered around the big bear. Where Ben’s face was round, Lorcan’s was sharp, his chin pointed, his nose a narrow blade, his keen catlike eyes not missing anything. Seeing them side by side made Rue’s nipples tighten and her heart race.
She was quitting, would never see them again, and she was tired, so fuckin’ tired of enduring quietly. “Though just once, I’d like to come first,” she muttered, not having the energy to stay silent. “I’d like to come. Period. I haven’t had a good mind-clearing orgasm since I started working here. I don’t have time to date. I don’t even have the inclination to date.” She tugged on her concealing navy blue blazer. The men’s gazes dropped to her breasts which might have made her self-conscious except they were both gay.
“Touching myself only takes the edge off.” She set her tote down on the floor. “And I’m surrounded by shifters. They smell my need, my constant unbearably intense need. The porcupine shifter I sat beside on the plane asked me if I wanted to join the mile high club, said I hadn’t lived until I’ve been pricked, whatever that means.”
“What?” Ben bellowed. “Did he touch you?” The big bear shifter stepped toward her, his fingers curled into giant paws. Lorcan followed him closely, the lynx shifter’s teeth bared.
“Do you think I’d allow him to touch me?” Rue stood her ground, glaring up at her bosses. It felt good to air her grievances, to not have to hold her emotions and thoughts in, to dump all of her concerns on them, two men she’d never see after today. “Just because I want to suck your cocks doesn’t mean I want to suck every man’s cock.”
Ben stopped and shook his head vigorously as though trying to clear it. Lorcan stared at her, his cat eyes wide.
Now, I’ve done it. “I don’t fuck strangers in airplane bathrooms. I also don’t sleep with men to land deals, despite what your wolf rivals think,” she hurriedly added, hiding her confession under a deluge of equally unprofessional sharing. If she was lucky, she’d say too much, and they’d fire her, saving her the emotional anguish of quitting. “I negotiated that contract fair and square and nothing, not even their brutish threat to make me disappear, will make me give it up.”
“What?” Ben repeated, his voice even louder. “The wolves threatened to make you disappear?” His face darkened. “I’ll kill them. I’ll kill them all.”
Rue’s pussy moistened, no man having ever offered to kill for her before. “It’s okay.” She patted Ben’s chest, indulging her need to touch him one final time before she left. “I’ll make my own self disappear. It’s time for me to move on anyway.”
Ben stiffened, his muscles flexing under her fingertips. A sexy rumble originated from deep inside his throat, the sound curling her toes.
I went too far. “Sorry.” Rue jerked her hand away. “I’ll go now.”
“No,” Ben barked. “You’re not going anywhere.” He grabbed Rue’s wrist and slapped her palm back on his chest, covering it with his own, his skin warm and rough and arousing. “You’re mine.”
“And mine.” Lorcan took her left hand and placed it on his chest. “No more wooing, bear. She wants to suck our cocks. You heard her.”
“Yeah.” Ben grabbed her by her hips, lifted her easily, and slung her over one of his shoulders. The air whooshed from her lungs.
“What? No.” She struggled, slapping his back as he walked. “You don’t want me to suck your cocks. You’re gay.”
“Be still.” Ben cuffed her ass with his big paw, the impact felt through her skirt. “We want you to suck our cocks.” He swatted her again, the seductive burn flowing over her skin. “And we’re bisexual, not gay.”
They’re bisexual. Rue stared down at Ben’s jean-clad ass, her world tilting.
“Careful with our little human, bear,�
� Lorcan cautioned. “We wouldn’t want to break her on the first fuck.” As they entered the house, he pulled the pins from her hair. Her curls cascaded downward, blocking her view, blinding her.
“You want to fuck me also?” Rue wiggled, the thought of both of them touching her, stroking her, filling her scrambling her thoughts. “This can’t be happening.” This was a dream. It had to be.
“This is happening, and you’ll suck us first.” Lorcan lifted her hair and rubbed it against his cheeks, a blissful expression on his face. “I need your mouth on my cock. Put her down here.”
Rue slid over Ben’s big body. Her breasts rubbed against him. Her skirt rode up, revealing too much pale thigh. She needed. She yearned. “You’re bisexual, and you want me,” she repeated, dazed, standing in the middle of their living room. The couch to her right was ruined, gouges in the rich brown leather. The chandelier was missing all of its crystals. Claw marks marred the wooden walls. “What happened here?”
“Not enough happened, but we’ll soon rectify that.” Ben yanked on his shirt. Buttons popped and flannel tore, revealing a massive chest covered with a mat of thick brown hair. His muscles had muscles; the bear shifter was the biggest man she’d ever seen. “You’re being claimed, Rue.”
“By both of us.” Lorcan pulled his T-shirt over his shoulders and dropped it on the hardwood floor. Rue’s mouth dried, and her heart pounded. The lynx shifter’s body was lean and fit, his skin golden brown and his muscles lithe. A trail of fine silvery-brown hair ran from his navel to the waistband of his camo pants, his hips narrow.
I want them to sexually claim me… so badly. Rue curled her fingers into fists, digging her long fingernails into the palms of her hands, using pain to distract her from her need. “I should leave.” The wolves would find her easily here.
Ben flexed, his bulging biceps thicker than her waist. “You’re staying with us.” He placed her left hand on his chest, his skin warm and his hair as soft as the finest fur.
“We’re fucking you tonight, Rue.” Lorcan pressed her right hand against his chest, his smooth skin as warm as Ben’s, heat radiating from both of them. “That’s been decided.”
Rue hesitated, trapped between her two sexy shirtless bisexual bosses, not wanting to be freed, tempted by their offer. She could give them tonight, live out her fantasies, and leave before daybreak. She swept her fingers across their chests back and forth, back and forth. The wolves wouldn’t find her. No one would be hurt, and she’d have a night filled with wonderful memories. “Then I have no choice,” she conceded.
“No choice,” Ben agreed. “Your touch feels good,” he rumbled, crowding even closer to her, his body solid like a protective wall. “Listen to Lorcan purring.”
The lynx shifter was purring, a tonal buzzing coming from deep within his throat. His sharp face had softened, his lips curled upward. She stroked lower, exploring his flat stomach, and his muscles rippled under her fingertips, his body undulating sensuously.
“I want to make you both feel good.” She skimmed her fingers over the waistbands of the men’s pants. “Show me how to please you.” Both Lorcan’s camo pants and Ben’s jeans were tented around dauntingly large erections, proof they wanted her as much as she wanted them. “Use my body in any way you want to.”
“We’ll use your mouth first.” Ben released his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, revealing brown hair.
“And we’ll use it well.” Lorcan caught her right wrist and pulled her closer, his roughness exciting her. “You’re sucking us off, both of us.” He plastered her palm against him, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants.
She felt him, all of him, the bloom of his cockhead, his long thin shaft, his big balls. “You’re bigger and stronger, and I must obey you.” Her submissive role thrilled her.
“You must.” Ben yanked his jeans down to his ankles, and she stared. His cock was the biggest she’d ever seen, proportional to the rest of him. She considered herself skilled at sucking cock, but she now doubted her abilities. “Down on your knees, Rue.” He pressed on her shoulders.
She sank to her knees, not having the strength or willpower to resist him. “You’re huge.” Rue wrapped her fingers around his base, and his cock bobbed. “Your shaft feels like soft moss over a hard tree trunk.” She pumped him slowly, savoring his length. “Lorcan, I need your cock also.” She reached out with her left hand.
“Yes.” The lynx shifter moved beside his bear mate and pulled his pants down. Neither of them believed in underwear. Lorcan’s shaft was the same length as Ben’s but thinner, almost beautiful in its proportions.
“You’re gorgeous.” Rue grasped him, and Lorcan’s purring grew louder. “Two males in your prime.” She worked both of her bosses’s cocks, their tips almost touching, their arms around each other, their gazes fixed on her.
“I want to worship you, to lick you.” Rue extended her tongue and flicked it over the bead of precum on Ben’s cockhead. He growled, the primitive sound exciting her.
“And you.” She repeated the action with Lorcan, their essences mixing in her mouth. “Delicious.” She smacked her lips. “Since I met you, I’ve wanted to taste you.”
As she pumped their cocks, she swirled her tongue around Lorcan’s cockhead. The male’s thigh muscles tightened, a thin layer of silvery-brown fur covering his skin. She sucked his tip into her mouth. “Hmmm…” Her lips vibrated against him.
“Rue,” Lorcan groaned, swaying toward her, pushing more of his cock into her mouth. She took him deep, maintaining a constant suction. His tip tapped the back of her throat. She looked up at him, meeting his gaze, tilted her head back, and took the rest of him.
“Fuck.” Lorcan’s cat eyes gleamed, his legs shaking. “You’re amazing.”
She withdrew, releasing his cock with a juicy pop. “I know.” Rue gave him a cocky grin, pleased with herself and wanting to do more, to do everything she’d fantasized about. She had only one evening with them, and she’d make it memorable.
“Remember my interview? You looked so stern, so serious.” She stroked her two males. “I wanted to crawl underneath the boardroom table, unzip your pants, and suck you dry.” She teased them, tormented them with her fingers and palms and words, ensuring they remained hard and needy. “My panties were soaked by the end of the interview.”
“We know.” Ben’s voice deepened, his eyes black with desire. “We smelled your sweet honey. I could barely control my bear.”
“You didn’t.” Rue pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock. “Fur covered your cheeks.” She’d heard the tales about them long before the interview. “And you.” She kissed Lorcan’s cock also. “You had claws. I thought you were angry.”
“We wanted to fuck you.” Lorcan cupped her cheek. “We still want to fuck you.”
Rue spread her knees, the heat between her legs unbearable. “You can fuck my mouth.” She turned to Ben, studying his thickness. “Though you’ll be a challenge.” She licked down his shaft with the flat of her tongue, wetting every impressive inch of him. “You’re a very big bear.” She nuzzled his balls, and he rumbled. “You’d fit much better in my pussy.”
“Yeah.” Ben reached down and grabbed her, pulling her to her feet.
“Yes,” Lorcan echoed, Rue not knowing what the two males had agreed upon.
“But we’ll fuck our fragile human mate on the couch.” Ben carried her once more, handling her as though she weighed nothing. “So we don’t break her.”
“Ben.” She struggled, her body frighteningly high off the floor.
“Be still.” He slapped her ass, the unexpected contact heating Rue inside and out. “You belong to us now.” He strode to the couch, carrying her easily, his bare ass cheeks clenching and unclenching, his jeans left in a puddle behind him.
“Will you take me in any and every way possible? Treat my body as your fuck toy?” she whispered her secret fantasy -- to be used by them. “Force me to service you however you deem fit? Cover me with your cum?”
“Mate?” Rue squawked as he deposited her on the brown leather couch. “Is tonight a fantasy for you too?”
“There’s no clothing in my fantasies.” Lorcan extended his claws. “Be very still.” The light from the chandelier reflected off the deadly tips.
“Lorcan.” She froze. “What are you doing?”
“This.” He raked the claws over her, shredding her favorite navy blue suit to ribbons. “Gorgeous.” The two males stared at her bright red bra and panties, Ben looking over Lorcan’s shoulder. “But unnecessary.” Lorcan removed her undergarments as easily, leaving her naked, exposed. She covered her mons with one hand and her breast with the other, instinctively trying to shield her body.
“No.” Ben clasped her wrists in one big hand and stretched them above her head. “Let us look at you, mate.” He cupped one of her breasts, his palm rough and his grip firm. “She’s as soft as we imagined.” He squeezed and released, squeezed and released.
“Her skin is so pale.” Lorcan clasped her other breast, his hands as calloused as Ben’s, and he worked her to the same rhythm. “Her nipples are pink.” He licked her with his catlike tongue, and she moaned.
“She doesn’t shave.” Ben placed one possessive hand over her mons, and Rue wiggled with both embarrassment and arousal. “She’s an animal at heart as we are.”
“I like that.” Lorcan bent over and nipped at her nipple with his sharp teeth, the twinge of pain making Rue’s heart pound and her pussy drip. “My animal likes that. Our mate smells delicious.”
“She’s soaking wet for us.” Ben grabbed Rue’s ankles and spread her legs wide. “She loves it when we treat her like this.”
“Like your whore,” Rue murmured. “Like your dirty little slut.” She inhaled sharply as Ben grazed his fingers over her pussy, his touch divine. “I need a cock in my mouth.” She gazed at Lorcan’s hard shaft and licked her lips.
