by Amira Rain
I'd clutched the thick blanket covering the bed without even being aware of the action, and now I realized I was gripping it so hard my knuckles were white. With my jaw clenched, I forced myself to begin breathing through my nose slowly, thinking. It wasn't fair that Grayson and Chase had forced me to wear the Tickler and then had just left me.
It wasn't very compassionate, or kind, or considerate. Typical wolf behavior, I was sure. After a minute or so of thinking, I decided that if this was the way they were going to act, and if this was the way they were going to treat me, they'd be getting some of the same treatment in return.
I realized that while my will and strength clearly hadn't been a match for the Tickler, I wasn't a complete weakling, that I knew. I still had a shred of willpower left inside of me. I decided I was going to use that shred to turn the tables on Grayson and Chase. Once they returned, I was going to make them wait, just like they'd made me wait. I was going to make them wait for as long as I could possibly stand it, or as long as they allowed me to. I was at least going to make some sort of attempt to make them see how it felt to be left hanging in a state of extremely frustrated desire.
I decided I was going to get in the bath and stay in, feigning sore muscles and tiredness when Grayson and Chase arrived. I was going to leave my lacy black bra and matching underwear on the bed to maybe get them worked up a little. I was going to do a little light moaning in the tub, with the bathroom door cracked open so they could hear, to possibly get them worked up a little further. Then, I’d make them wait. As long as I could stand it. As long as they'd allow me to. Because after all, that would only be fair. They deserved at least a taste of their own medicine.
I released the blanket from my white-knuckled grip, stood, and just about tore my clothes off, flinging my lacy bra and underwear onto the bed. That’s when my little plan kind of fell apart. Because at that moment, Grayson and Chase entered the cabin, shut the door behind them, and stopped dead in their tracks, their gazes on me, on my now-naked body. My completely naked body. Even from across the large, open room, I could hear low growls rumbling in both of their chests.
Gasping, I snatched the blanket off the bed and held it to my front. "Wolves don't knock?"
Ignoring me, they both strolled across the cabin to the bedroom area. Neither of them took their hungry gazes off me for a single second.
Grayson reached me first, came to a stop, and raked his gaze across my bare shoulders before lifting it to my face. "We knew using a Tickler might be effective, though I don't think either of us ever dreamed it would actually get you ripping your clothes off."
In the glow from the firelight filling the whole cabin, his lightly tanned skin appeared even more golden. His dark gray eyes appeared even a bit darker than they had earlier, and also a bit glassy. He was standing close enough that I could also now smell his scent, which was something woodsy and clean. Something powerfully masculine.
I couldn't help but breathe it in, filling my nostrils, even while I angrily gritted my teeth before I spoke. "I did just rip my clothes off. But don't flatter yourself; it wasn't because of you and Chase. The Tickler is still hardly having any effect on me at all. The reason I just ripped all my clothes off is because I'm going to have a bubble bath, and I'm...." I paused, shuddering, while the gentle undulations of the Tickler seemed to suddenly intensify. "I guess I'm just very eager for it. So if you two will excuse me, I'm going to go run my bath, and-"
"No."
Grayson had only spoken one word, but delivered in his deep, commanding voice, it was enough to silence me. I stood mute while he moved his large, strong hands to my shoulders and began caressing them while looking deep into my eyes.
"No, Rowan. I'm afraid I don't quite believe you that the Tickler hasn't had that much of an effect on you, and I don't think Chase does, either. I also don't believe that a bath is what you're eager for. So, a bath can come later. But right now...right now, it's time for Chase and me to find out just exactly what kind of an effect the Tickler has had on you."
With my breathing now coming in a series of short, shallow pants, I shuddered, feeling more slickness dampening my feminine lips, even right then. With his own breathing becoming a bit fast and shallow, Grayson gently, but firmly, took the blanket from my hands and let it fall to the floor; he then also took my hands and lowered them to my sides, forcing me to reveal my complete nakedness. Both he and Chase then feasted on every inch of my naked body with their eyes; there was no other way the action could be described.
After a long moment or two, Chase stepped forward and pulled me into his arms first, growling. Not a second later, Grayson pulled me away from Chase and into his own arms, also growling. I wondered if the bedroom area was about to become the scene of some sort of an alpha fight, but after a quick exchanged glance, Grayson and Chase seemed to come to some sort of an understanding. Chase pulled me a little closer to him, and Grayson allowed this. I was being held between them, braced by both their hard chests.
Grayson kissed me first, hungrily, his tongue plundering the depths of my mouth. But after only a few moments, he broke the kiss, moving a hand to the small of my back to pull me closer to him, and Chase immediately took over where he'd left off, kissing me with a hungry intensity I'd never experienced before. I moaned into his mouth, the sound tapering off into a whimper.
I was soon lost in pleasure, lost in the feel of large, strong hands all over my body. All my plans for making Grayson and Chase wait for me like I'd had to wait for them, were long forgotten. I was far too desperate now. Far too desperate for pleasure and release. As were they, if the low grunts and growls they were both now making were any indication.
After a short time letting Chase kiss me, Grayson took over plundering my mouth again, and within seconds, I felt fingers probing apart my slick feminine lips.
Gasping, I broke the kiss. "Yes. Please. Please touch me. Don't stop."
I was moving from a state of extreme arousal to a point of barely being able to form coherent thoughts, and I didn't even care. I didn't even care that I was all but begging a wolf to continue touching me. I didn't even care that I'd soon be mating with two of them.
The long, strong fingers probing my feminine lips belonged to Grayson, who was growling, glassy-eyed, his gaze locked on my swollen and slick mound. His voice came out barely louder than a husky whisper.
"I'd say the Tickler worked beautifully. I think we'll be using them quite often."
Not seeming content to just take Grayson's word for it, Chase also began exploring my slick femininity with his fingers, breathing heavily. "I think the Tickler worked more than beautifully. Though I don't think we'll take it off just yet."
Grayson agreed, and soon, to my growing excitement, it was time. Time for mating. Finally. Grayson set me on the bed on my rear, and then he and Chase ripped all their clothes off with more haste than I even had. Once they were both fully naked, firelight flickering across their skin, I surveyed their bodies with a sigh of pleasure and anticipation, looking from one to the other and then back again.
Long, lean, and muscular, both of their bodies were the very picture of masculine perfection. Their fully erect, thick shafts, very similar in long length and total size, were, too. I sank back to rest on my elbows, moaning, parting my legs slightly at the same time. I didn't even care who took me first, so long as someone did soon. And that someone turned out to be Grayson.
Just as firm and commanding as he'd been the entire day, he climbed into bed, rolled me onto my stomach, and then pulled me up on all fours before positioning himself behind me. I arched my back, panting, beyond eager to be taken in this animalistic fashion. Fortunately, to my great relief, I didn't have to wait long.
After positioning the thick head of his manhood at my slick entrance, Grayson slid his entire length into me with one long, powerful thrust, growling. I threw my head back, gasping at the sensation of being filled so quickly and completely. However, the sensation wasn't unpleasant at all, to say the lea
st, and my gasp turned into a moan of pleasure. Seeming to respond to this and take this as a cue, Grayson soon began thrusting his rock-hard shaft in and out of my depths, groaning, his movements powerful and slow.
Beside us on the bed, Chase had gotten in and rolled onto his back, and he now began slowly stroking his thick rod with his gaze on my full, bouncing breasts. The erotic picture he made added to my pleasure, and it wasn't long before I was bringing my hips back to meet Grayson's thrusts, heading toward what I knew was likely going to be a mind-shattering climax.
I wasn't disappointed. After several minutes, the feel of Grayson's granite-hard pole sliding in and out of me, combined with the feel of the Tickler still doing its job, was more than I could take. Shuddering, I cried out, while waves of pleasure suddenly began rippling through my body. Grunting with his own climax, Grayson gripped my hips, driving himself deeper and deeper inside of me until the very last spasm of our ecstasy had passed.
Grayson had no sooner pulled his manhood out of me than Chase pulled me on top of himself. And, somewhat to my surprise, because one climax had always seemed to be enough for me, I realized I was still very much up for another round. Soon I was riding Chase, moaning, well on my way to another powerful climax with Chase groaning out his own along with me.
Soon after, finally satisfied and thoroughly exhausted, I finally peeled off the Tickler, flung it aside, and began drifting off to sleep wrapped in two sets of muscular arms. Grayson had turned off all the lights in the cabin, and the fire, now burning low, filled the large room with a soft, dim glow.
Slowly running a hand over my hair, Chase spoke near my ear in a husky whisper. "Try to get a good night's sleep. We have more baby-making work ahead of us tomorrow, and Grayson and I have a few more toys from Ashcrest we'd like to introduce you to."
I nodded, closing my eyes. Even in my sleepy state, I couldn't deny that I was more than a bit intrigued.
*
Because of what Chase had said the night before, about us having more baby-making work to do the next day, and about there still being a few more toys from Ashcrest to introduce me to, I'd thought that I'd be waking up with him and Grayson still in bed with me. I'd thought I might wake up to a continuation of our intimacy from the night before. A prospect that, to my surprise, did not bother me a bit.
But instead, I found myself in bed alone. However, the area of the bed to my left was still warm, as was the area on my right. I knew they both must have just recently left. I got out of bed, padded over to the front windows, and peeked out through the curtains, wondering if maybe they were both just having coffee out on the porch or something. The porch was empty.
I'd just begun turning from the window when something caught my eye. It was a group of men striding down the dirt lane in front of the cabin. They were still maybe a hundred feet away from the cabin, though even from that distance, I could tell they were in a hurry. One of the men in front seemed to be shouting something to the other men, his deep voice just barely audible inside the cabin.
Within seconds, I could see this man was Grayson, and next to him was Chase. Chase soon abruptly turned, shouting himself now, and motioned for the dozen or so men in the group to stop, which they did. What I saw next left me open-mouthed, hardly daring to believe what I'd just seen.
In a split-second, Chase and Grayson turned from human men into wolves. They'd shifted. Literally within a blink. One moment they'd been human men, and the next, wolves. I'd never seen a shifter shift before, and I had no idea they were able to do it so quickly. Chase and Grayson hadn't even removed their clothes. I'd heard that shifters' clothes magically shifted with them, reappearing on their physical forms once they shifted back into human form.
Though they were still a good distance away, I could see that Chase and Grayson were just as physically impressive in wolf form as they both were in human form. They were both extremely large for wolves, standing so tall I figured their backs would probably at least reach the height of my shoulders. The fur was the same as their hair was while they were in human form, Grayson's fur was a bit darker than Chase's, such a deep charcoal gray it was nearly black. Chase's fur was lighter, a deep silvery-gray.
They both issued howls at the same time, which seemed to be some sort of signal to their pack. All the men in the pack immediately shifted and began howling along with Chase and Grayson. It struck me as a surreal scene, a pack of shifter wolves howling in a sunlit lane with patches of wildflowers waving in the breeze on either side of them, though I didn't have long to contemplate this.
Within seconds, Chase and Grayson both stopped howling at the same time, then cut across the lane and darted into the dense forest beyond. Their pack immediately followed them.
I watched until the last of them disappeared into the trees, wondering what the pack was doing, and why they seemed to set out so quickly. I also wondered when Chase and Grayson would be back, and what I was supposed to do in the meantime. To my surprise, I realized I was kind of eager to see them both again. And not only because I'd definitely enjoyed our intimacy the night before and was just maybe slightly eager for more of it; absolutely astonished, I realized that I kind of just wanted to spend more time with them, just more time with them, period, maybe outside of the bedroom, to get to know each of them a little better.
This thought not only amazed me, but made me a little appalled with myself as well. Though I wasn't really afraid of Chase and Grayson at all anymore, I definitely didn't exactly trust them, either. Without a doubt, I still saw all wolves as evil, them included. I was thinking, though, that it was possible they simply wouldn't be showing that evil side to me. I thought it might be that these wolves had the decency to treat their women a little better than they treated people in the towns they attacked. I had to hope this was the case. Because if it was, when my fertility deception was eventually found out, maybe this would mean that Chase and Grayson would let me live.
After showering and getting dressed, I set about making breakfast, and soon was deep in thought. So deep, that I jumped a mile when a knock sounded on the door just as I'd finished making a big pan of scrambled eggs. The activities of the previous night seemed to make me wake up unusually hungry.
Figuring maybe Chase and Grayson had already returned and had decided to be polite and knock this time, unlike they'd done the night before, I dashed out to the front door and flung it open. It wasn't Chase or Grayson who'd knocked. Instead, a petite blonde woman stood holding the hand of a blonde little girl who appeared to be maybe three or four. This little girl held a cluster of bright wildflowers in one of her tiny hands, and she held the flowers out to me with a shy smile.
"Hi."
I took the flowers, smiling, my heart melting, even though at the same time, I was a bit confused as to who my visitors were. "Hi, there. And thank you."
The petite blonde woman, who I guessed was about my age, mid-twenties, extended a hand and gave me a smile just as tentative and shy as the little girl's had been. "Hello. I'm Flora, and this is my daughter, Lily."
I shook the woman's hand, giving her a discreet once-over, thinking that she looked to be in pretty good form for living with a wolf pack, as I assumed she did. Though she was tiny in stature, her cheeks were rosy and round, as were Lily's. Both of them looked healthy, not showing any visible signs of abuse, mistreatment, or neglect. Heartened by this, I gave Flora a smile.
"It's nice to meet you, Flora."
"Likewise."
Her voice was quiet and melodic. She kind of reminded me a bit of Skye, who also had something of a soft, musical voice. I liked Flora instantly.
I invited her and Lily to come inside, asking if they wanted to join me for breakfast. "I just made some scrambled eggs, and there's plenty to share. I made a citrus salad with some canned grapefruit and orange slices, too."
Handing me a square-shaped object wrapped in a bright red-and-white patterned towel, Flora said they'd love to join us. "We have something to add to breakfast, too. We made you so
me homemade bread."
The delicious aroma of the bread filled my nostrils, and my stomach growled, though fortunately not loud enough to be heard above my thanks to Flora.
Soon she, Lily, and I sat at the table with plates of eggs, fruit, and slices of warm bread spread with butter. For several minutes, while Flora and I tucked in, Lily, who didn't seem at all interested in food, entertained us by singing songs, mostly about animals and "fishes in the sea."
After that one, Flora gave me a little smile and a wink. "She made that one up herself."
Smiling, I gave Lily a round of applause, prompting an encore of the "fishes" song.
But after that, she seemed to run out of steam and began rubbing her eyes. "Just tired now."
Flora asked if she might set Lily on the couch for a rest, and I said of course.
