by Becky Wilde
“Can I please have a word to both of you in private?” Holly asked quietly.
“I don't think that's a good idea, baby,” Zane replied, moved to her side, bent his head and sniffed the side of her neck. He growled low in his throat and lifted his head to look at Holly.
The fire in his eyes had her backing away from him.
She took her eyes off of Zane, to look at Brock and saw him moving toward her as well. Holly came to a dead stop, as her back collided into the wall. She was trapped and Zane was only a few feet from her. He was staring at her as if he was going to eat her whole.
Brock moved closer to her, placed a hand on the wall above her head, then leaned down and sniffed at her neck.
He growled low in his throat, the rumbling sound making the hair on the back of her neck rise.
“You need to get out of here while you can, Holly. If you don't move now, we won't be held responsible for what we do to you,” Brock whispered against her ear. His hot moist breath making her shiver in reaction.
Holly had no idea what was wrong with Zane or Brock, but from the heat in their eyes and their voices, she wasn't going to hang around to find out, what they wanted to do to her. She ducked under Brock's arm and took off running.
She didn't stop until she was safely in her room, with the door locked behind her. She leaned against the cool wood of the door and rolled her heated cheek on the wooden panel. She stripped out of her clothes and headed to the bathroom. She was going to take a nice long, hot leisurely bath.
Holly shuddered as she heard the howls of two wolves echo throughout the house. She quickly entered the bathroom and locked that door as well. She knew her men would never hurt her, but she was worried they weren't going to be able to hold out until the bonding ceremony.
They had scared and excited her with their heated predatory looks, and knew something about her had gotten to her guys. They seemed to be hanging onto their control by a thread.
Holly took out the one and only dress she'd brought with her from the closet. It was a simple white sun-dress, but she had always loved the dress. It was cool as it was made of simple cotton, but it was nice enough and she had kept it in great condition. She left her hair down and brushed it until it gleamed under the bathroom light. She was ready with five minutes to spare.
Holly covered her mouth with a shaking hand as she realized she hadn't gotten the chance to tell her men she was inexperienced in regards to sex. Then she nearly freaked out, because she didn't know who was going to be her anchor or anchors. Oh God. What the hell did she think she was doing? There was no way she would be able to have sex in front of an entire group of people, let alone have more sex with a stranger or strangers as well.
Holly froze as a knock sounded on the door. She held her breath, hoping whoever it was would go away. There was no way she could do this. She didn't know what to do.
When she began to see spots in front of her eyes, she drew in a gulp of air and hoped whoever was on the other side of the door, hadn't heard her. She couldn't bring herself to open the door. She couldn't go through with this. Another knock sounded and then another, and Holly's breaths were panting in and out of her lungs so fast, she thought she would pass out. The knocking stopped and Holly quietly crept over to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress. A light knock sounded on the door and Holly ignored it once more.
She sat staring at the door nervously, as tears coursed down her cheeks. When no one else knocked on the door, she put her head down in her hands and wept quietly.
She leaned into the soothing hand running up and down her back and arms. She took a deep breath and looked up to see Brock and Zane kneeling in front of her.
“How did you...?”
“What's wrong, little darlin'?” Brock asked in a quiet soothing voice.
“I don't know what to do?” Holly wailed. “I've never done this before. What if I can't do it?”
“Look at me baby?” Zane commanded. When Holly turned her tear reddened eyes and stained cheeks to him, he placed a light kiss on her lips. “You don't need to do anything, Holly. You don't have to know what to do; all you have to do is feel. You can do that can't you baby? Just lay back and feel,” Zane reiterated as he held her hand in his, running his thumb along her skin.
“Who did you...?”
“It doesn't matter who we chose to be your anchor, sweetheart. We'll look after you, I promise. All you have to do is keep your eyes closed and let us pleasure you,” Brock stated.
Holly took a deep breath and stood, her men standing with her, each holding one of her hands. “Okay, let's go do this. I'm sorry for being such a coward.”
“You're not a coward, baby. Just listen and do what we tell you and everything will be fine,” Zane said, as they began to lead Holly from the room.
Holly kept her eyes on the wolf feature fountain and the elderly man standing before it facing her. She ignored everyone else, as she held her head high and walked between her two men.
They stopped in front of Sloan's Uncle and she took another deep breath as Uncle Charles gave her an encouraging smile and wink.
“Holly Swift do you promise to love and try to obey your mates, Brock and Zane Fontaine, as long as their requests are reasonable?”
Holly was too nervous to hold in her snicker at the ridiculous ceremony vow. She took another deep breath, to get herself back under control and answered, “I do.”
“Brock and Zane Fontaine, do you promise to love and protect your mate, Holly Swift and try to breed with her as soon as possible?”
“We do.”
“I now pronounce you bonded. You may kiss your mate.”
That's it, Holly asked herself. Was she now married to her mates?
Zane turned Holly toward him and took her mouth with a kiss so carnal, it was a wonder she didn't burst into flames. He didn't give her a chance to think or look around at the other weres watching the bonding ceremony. He pushed her arousal higher and higher, until she was clutching at his arms and her knees began to buckle. Zane tightened his grip around her waist and gently lowered Holly to the ground on to blanket.
Brock moved up beside Holly's other side and nudged Zane aside, to let him kiss their mate. He didn't give Holly time to cool down; he swooped down and coaxed her into responding to his kisses. He opened his mouth over hers and thrust his tongue into her mouth, twining them together while Zane removed his clothes. He moved his mouth across her face and nibbled a sensitive spot beneath her ear.
He nipped and licked his way down, and pushed the thin straps of her white dress down over, and off Holly's shoulders. He licked his way over the top of her high pert breasts, teasing her until she was thrusting her chest up at him, as she whimpered in her throat.
Zane lay down on the blanket and took Holly's pert nipple of her other breast into his mouth and sucked firmly until she bucked her hips up, frantic with need. He pushed her dress down and over her hips as he knelt over her and took her mouth again. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, curled his around hers, and drew it into his own mouth. He kept her in the throes of passion, as Brock stood to remove his clothes. When his brother returned to Holly's side, Zane released her mouth and slid down her body between her legs, slid his hands up the inside of her warm silky skin and separated her legs. He gave a low rumbling growl when his mate tried to squeeze her legs closed. Then dove down to her vagina, as she acquiesced to him. He swirled his tongue over the red, throbbing bud of her passion and grasped her hips with his large hands, as she bucked up. He licked and laved her clit and slowly pushed his middle finger into her warm, wet cunt. He began to slide his finger in and out of her pussy, all the time licking and sucking on her clitoris.
Zane gave a growl of approval as her cream soaked his finger and the walls of her sheath fluttered around his digit.
Zane increased the pace of his lapping tongue and thrusting finger to thrust through the thin membrane of skin, as he sent Holly over the edge into climax. He let her ride out the sensations
of her rhythmically, clamping muscles until they ceased, then kissed his way back up the length of her body. He kissed her mouth and thrust his tongue into her sweet cavern, sharing the taste of her juices with her.
Brock licked and nipped his way down over Holly's breasts, stopping to pay attention to each of her elongated nipples, then moved down over her stomach and swirled his tongue in and around her navel. When he had her rocking her hips up and down, he slid down to her pussy and licked her from ass to clit. He moved up between her splayed thighs and slowly began to push his engorged cock, into his mate’s body.
Once the head of his cock popped through her tight flesh, he slowly began to rock in and out of her wet sheath, gaining a little further depth with every forward thrust.
Brock gave a huge sigh of relief when he was finally buried in Holly's vagina to the hilt. He lifted her upper torso into his arms and pulled her into his body for a kiss, as she sat impaled on his hard cock. He slanted his mouth over hers and dueled his tongue with hers, as he watched Zane move up behind Holly. When she moaned into his mouth and began to rock her hips, moving slightly over his hard flesh, he knew Zane was preparing her for his entry.
Zane massaged the cold lube into Holly's tightly closed anus and stimulated the sensitive nerve endings to her ass.
When she began rocking her hips and her anus was clenching and releasing, he coated his fingers with more lubricant and began to massage with firmer strokes. He began to push his fingers into her dark hole and had to put a hand to his balls to tug them down firmly, so he wouldn't lose his load there and then.
Zane worked his way into Holly's ass until his fingers were buried to the hilt. He slowly separated them, to stretched her tight muscles and gave them a twist as he thrust them in and out of her anus. When he felt her tremble he withdrew his fingers and lathered his cock with the lube.
He slid the head of his cock over her back entrance, and then began to push in when she opened to him. He groaned as her warm, tight flesh enveloped the head of his cock and quickly gave his balls another firm tug. He slowly but firmly, forged his way into his mates ass, until he was all the way in to his balls.
Zane slid his cock back until just the tip was resting in Holly's tight ass and as he began to push his way back in, Brock slid his cock out of her warm, wet cunt. Brock and Zane slowly but surely, slid in and out of Holly's holes, increasing the pace slowly with each forward thrust. The sounds she made were enough to drive any sane man to the brink of control. By the time they were at a nice steady rhythm, Holly was whimpering and moaning with ecstasy.
Brock and Zane were having trouble holding back their orgasms, which they needed to do until Holly was on the brink of her own release.
Brock had never felt such heaven in his life. The way Holly's pussy trembled and released around his stiff rod, had him gasping for air, as sweat rolled down his face. He could hear by Holly's escalating cries and knew that she was on the verge of climax. He felt another warning tremble as the walls of her pussy massaged along the length of his embedded cock. He couldn't take much more pleasure. He was in heaven and hell. He reached down between his and Holly's bodies and slid a finger through the copious amounts of her pussy juice, then moved back up and swirled the pad of his fingertip over her engorged little nub.
“Now,” Brock yelled at Zane through their mind link, as he pinched Holly's clit between his thumb and finger. He and Zane leaned down and bit her where her shoulder and neck met, as their muffled roars of release echoed through the night air, just as Holly squealed out her own. The feel of all three of them climaxing together was totally indescribable.
Brock and Zane held onto Holly's hips and waist, her flesh clamping down hard on their sheathed cocks, as she convulsed, trembled and screamed, as she came apart in their arms. They all slumped together, their lungs bellowed air in and out with noisy gasps.
Chapter Seven
Holly had died and gone to heaven. She was so satiated, she couldn't move, not even to open her eyes. She heard the sounds of other pack members making love in the cool early evening, but didn't care. She was where she wanted to be, between the two men who had stolen her heart. She was so tired and replete, she never wanted to move again. She gave a whimper of pleasure, pain as Zane slowly removed his cock from her ass. She heard the sound of water being squeezed out of a wash cloth and opened her eyes to see Zane cleaning his cock with soap and water. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she saw the impressive package he was sporting, and he wasn't even fully engorged. How the hell had she taken that in her ass without him splitting her in half? Zane picked up another clean washcloth and proceeded to clean her dripping holes. She gave a slight wince as he gently wiped the cloth over her vagina and then her bottom.
Oh God. She was supposed to have sex with someone else now. She was too boneless to move and knew there was no way in hell, she could do that again. Holly heard more water splash and looked over to see Brock cleaning his large, half flaccid cock. She couldn't believe she had had those monsters buried in her body. She gave a sigh, closed her eyes and drifted into a light doze.
Holly jerked as she felt a warm, wet tongue slide through the folds of her pussy. She groaned out loud as her nerve endings began to come to life once more. She felt a light sheen of sweat begin to break out over her skin, as the tongue on her sex flattened out and administered to her sensitive clitoris. She couldn't seem to stop herself from rocking her hips in time with the rhythm of the tongue pleasuring her. She opened her eyes and looked down her body to see Brock looking up at her through slitted eyes.
He placed the tip of a finger barely inside of her vagina and slid his finger in, in tiny little thrusts. He had to place his large palm over Holly's stomach to keep her from bucking him off. He watched as Zane moved up beside Holly and took her mouth with his own, ravaging her until she was moaning into his brother's mouth.
Brock sat up between Holly's thighs, then slowly worked his way up the other side of her body. He lay down beside her and pulled her mouth from Zane's so he could devour her. He ran his hands over her breasts, pinching and plucking her nipples into hard little peaks.
Zane moved between Holly's thighs and began to push his way into between her blood engorged, wet folds. He couldn't stop the groan of pleasure from escaping his mouth, as her flesh enveloped his, until she was wrapped around his hard cock like a warm, wet glove. He nudged Brock to let him know he was ready for the next step and they both helped their mate to sit up on Zane's hard rod.
Brock moved to Holly's side, kneeling beside her, he slowly turned her head toward him, using a finger beneath her chin. He held the base of his cock in his fist and slid the tip over the seam of her lips. He growled with approval as he watched her tongue flick out and scoop up the clear drop of fluid on his tip. He watched with fascination, as Holly opened her mouth and sucked the head of his cock in between her full, red lips. She sucked him into the depths of her mouth, until he touched the back of her throat. Brock moved his other hand into her hair and held her head still, as he began a slow pumping motion with his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her warm, wet recess.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Close your eyes, little darlin', and keep them closed.” Holly did as she was told and tried to wiggle on Zane's cock, to get him to move. Now that she'd had a taste, and knew what to expect, she wanted more. So much more, and she wanted it now. She moved one of her arms to the back of Brock's thighs and pulled him closer. She made slurping sounds as he moved his hips forward and back, as she laved beneath his cock with a swirl of her tongue. She gave a small squeak when she felt cold fingers massage over her anus and was about to open her eyes when Zane's words stopped her.
“Keep your eyes closed, baby. Just feel,” Zane commanded.
Holly did as commanded and kept her eyes closed. She knew another pair of hands had joined in touching and pleasuring her body, and didn't know if she really wanted to know who it was.
She felt a large cock being pushed into her ass, a
nd began to suck more vigorously on Brock's tasty, steel rod.
She could feel the coils in her womb and sheath beginning to tighten as the cock in her ass stopped moving, buried to the hilt.
Zane wrapped his arms around her hips and lifted her slightly, and he began to thrust in and out of her pussy. She sucked harder and bobbed her head up and down the length of Brock's penis, as whoever was buried in her ass began to pump in and out of her anus at the same time Zane moved in and out of her sheath. She knew she wasn't going to last long and her groans got louder with every push and retreat of the cocks in her body.
Zane could feel the beginning flutters of Holly's pussy in warning of her imminent climax. He couldn't believe how quickly their mate had him and his brother, on the verge of release once more. He moved his hand down in between their bodies and began to massage her clit.
“Now,” Zane yelled through his mind link as he, his brother and Myles began to pump their loads of cum up the length of their cocks and out the tips, into Holly's mouth, ass and cunt.
At the same time Brock and Zane bit their mate in the same place as they had previously, while Myles had already picked up Holly's hand and he bit her on the wrist. Zane and Brock watched as Holly passed out and slumped onto Zane's chest, her body still pulsing and clamping until her orgasm petered out.
Myles O'Dwyer slowly pulled his cock out of Holly's ass and picked up a cloth to clean her up. He couldn't believe how weak his legs felt and had to give a bark of laughter as he teetered on wobbly legs, as he bent down and kissed Holly on the temple. He turned and walked away to leave the three newly bonded trio alone.
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Holly groaned as her sore body protested her movement. She yawned and stretched, then froze as her hands came into contact with two warm, naked male bodies. She opened her eyes to see Zane and Brock leaning on their arms smiling down at her, as they watched her waken. She gave a shy hesitant smile and felt her cheeks redden with embarrassment. She lowered her eyes as they continued to stare down at her.
