by Jane Jamison
“I don’t know whether to be happy or freaked out that my son knows about us.”
“He’s growing up.” Casey skimmed a hand underneath her dress to fondle her butt cheek.
The incredible connection, the zing of excitement that she’d fought against for the past week leapt to life, giving her shockwaves of lust. “The stew’s almost ready.”
“The stew can wait.” Joe’s hand found its way between her legs. “We can’t.”
She inhaled, loving the feel of their hands caressing parts of her body that hadn’t seen enough attention lately. “I’ll turn off the stove.”
Casey bit the back of her neck. “I already did.”
“What do you boys have in mind?” She felt like being playful.
“Woman, you’d better run.” Casey’s eyes grew brighter with amber bits in them.
“Woman?” She could see their inner wolves rising to the surface in the way they held their bodies and in the tilt of their heads. They wanted to give chase, and she was the prey. She shoved them back and darted for the stairs leading to the three bedrooms above.
Sounds of growling and the men’s footsteps hitting the steps spurred her into a faster pace. They could’ve caught her if they’d really wanted to, but they enjoyed the chase almost as much as the capture.
She pushed open the door to her bedroom and had almost made it to the bathroom when Casey grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off the floor. He carried her to the large bed and tossed her on top of it.
Joe jumped onto the bed and straddled her, pinning her down. His huge hand captured her wrists and he thrust her arms above her head. “Got you.”
She squealed and struggled to get free while hoping they wouldn’t give her an inch. Fangs slipped over Joe’s lower lip, and for only a split second, fear caught her breath before she pushed it aside. If she could trust anyone with her life, it was them.
Joe pulled off his T-shirt and flung it away. His hard chest, so much like stone, yet so pliable, loomed over her. Her heart skipped a beat as he undid his belt, then yanked it from his jeans. With a hungry expression, Joe unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them over his hips. His cock sprang out, full, erect, and ready to please her.
Heat swirled inside her as Casey tore the top sheet off the bed and into strips. Taking one leg at a time, he looped the material around her ankle then tied it to the leg of the bed.
“Why are you tying me down?”
Joe chuckled. “We don’t want to have to chase you again.”
She pouted. “Aw, where’s the fun in that?”
“Oh, there’s a lot of fun in it. Trust me.” Joe cupped her breasts and groaned. “It’s been way too long since I touched you.”
“I’m calling bullshit on you, Joe Colter. You grabbed me in the hall the other day and copped a feel.”
“He did? Damn it, Joe, I thought we agreed to stay hands off.”
“What can I say? When it comes to our mate, I’m a weak man.” Joe took hold of her dress and pulled it apart, popping the buttons down to her waist. She gasped when he put three fingers under her bra and tore it away.
He let out a low whistle and took her breasts in his hands. “I’d almost forgotten how much I love your tits. Oh, no, you don’t.” He turned one breast loose to take her wrists again when she snagged his hair and tugged on it. “Bro, give me a couple of strips.”
He had her arms above her head again and her wrists bound to two slats in the headboard before she could muster up enough struggle to try and fight him. She didn’t want to win. Not when losing was so much better.
His cock bounced in front of her as he worked on the knots and she lifted her head, flicking her tongue over it. He moaned and leaned against the headboard. “Aw, hell, but she’s good with her tongue.”
Her tongue became her weapon, and she wielded it well. Around and around she ran her tongue, all while watching the ecstatic expression on Joe’s face. She was tied and bound like their own personal sex slave, and she loved every second of it.
She lay her head back down, then twisted around to get a good look at Casey. She found him unbuttoning his shirt. She couldn’t wait to see both of them naked with their hands and mouths all over her body.
He grinned at her in that lopsided way he had and shrugged his shirt off. “Bro, she still seems overdressed for what we have in mind.”
“When you’re right, you’re right.” Joe lifted up on his knees, snagged her already torn dress and ripped the rest of it away. Getting off her, he bent over her and put his mouth to her panties.
She jerked her leg when his breath tickled the crease between her leg and her mons. With a growl, he bit the lacy material then tossed it away. Her body chilled, goose bumps covering her arms and legs. “Guys? Try looking in the drawer of the nightstand. But get undressed first.”
The men shucked their boots and jeans, then took a moment to stretch. She could see the animals inside them. They moved with a grace that regular men didn’t possess. Both their cocks were longer than she’d have thought possible and both were crooked at the end. Pre-cum glistened on their tips.
She licked her lips, ready to get a good taste. “Hurry up. I can’t wait any longer.” She yanked on her bindings and let out a frustrated moan.
“Looks like our lady is desperate. Let’s see what she’s got hiding in the drawer.” Joe bent over and slid the drawer open. When he looked back at her, he had a huge grin.
Joe held up the bedazzled red, open-toed high heels. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear high heels.”
“I haven’t had a reason to.” She wondered if he’d catch on. After hearing his offhand remark about how sexy women looked in heels, she’d ordered a pair and had them rush-shipped. Just as she’d done with the other items in the drawer.
Joe handed one shoe to Casey then sat on the bed and slid the other one onto her right foot. “I don’t think I even knew it before, but I think I’ve got a foot fetish. At least for you in heels.”
His words made her shiver with excitement. She didn’t care what kind of fetish he had, as long as he had it for her.
“Next time, I want you to prance around wearing these and nothing else.”
Casey slipped on the other shoe. “I think you’re right, Joe. There’s just something about her with these heels on.” He bent over her foot and flicked his tongue over her toes.
Her men had a thing for heels. She’d purchase more shoes as soon as she could, then surprise them one night with a fashion show modeling only high heels.
Casey skimmed his tongue up her leg, slid it along the inside of her calf, then up her thigh. She shivered as he pressed his mouth against the rounded mound of her pussy and bit back the plea for him to open her pussy folds and drink up.
Instead, he kissed her. “Damn, but you smell so good. My cock is hurting to have you.”
Joe played with her toes, tickling her a little, but it was so worth it. “Let me have a whiff.”
He could use his werewolf-heightened sense of smell and catch her scent from yards away, but that wasn’t what he was getting at. She squirmed and let out a little moan as Joe inched up her body, his hand taking the inside of her thigh while his mouth traveled along the outside.
Casey eased back to watch his brother do as he had done. Joe pressed his mouth against her smooth mound then slicked his tongue over the very top of her slit.
“You’re killing me.” She couldn’t keep the whine from her voice.
“If memory serves, she tastes even better.” Casey pushed Joe aside then spread her pussy lips. “Damn, Joe, have you ever seen a prettier sight?”
“Never.”
Casey leaned over her, his tongue flicking over her labia then dipping into her pussy. She jerked, unable to keep from doing so. His amber eyes watched her, and she could see the tips of the corners of his mouth lifting up into a grin. He attacked her, sucking, licking, laving her weeping pussy and throbbing clit.
Joe stroked his cock and fixed his attention
on his brother. “She’s wet as hell, man. Drink her juices. Let her hear how much you like it.”
Casey lifted his head just enough to speak. “Like it, my ass. I love it.” He renewed his torturing of her clit and pussy.
A spiral of desire whipped outward from her pussy as she clenched and unclenched her hands around the strip of sheet that bound her to the bed. She loved being tied down, but she ached to touch them, too. Her mind shouted, telling her to demand that they turn her loose, then telling her to keep her mouth closed.
Casey’s tongue played her like he was a virtuoso and she was his instrument. She fixed her gaze on Joe’s as he played his own instrument.
She was unaware that her legs were trembling until Joe put his hand on her. “Easy, baby. Just go with it. Let Casey drink you.”
The sound of Casey doing just that drove her crazy. The spiral that had started at her pussy engulfed her body, sending her heart pounding and her mind racing.
When Casey slipped a finger inside her pussy then clamped his mouth down over her clit, she thought she’d go insane. She cried out and tried to spread her legs farther apart, but there was no need. Casey leaned his hard body on top of her leg and ate from her like a man dying for nourishment.
One finger became two as he plunged them into her, finger-fucking her. His tongue whipped around her clit, flicking over the entrance to her pussy then back to circle around her throbbing nub in a slow, torturous move.
“Easy, baby,” cooed Joe. He moved up her side, sliding his tongue along her hip then her waist and finally over to find her nipple. She arched, wanting to give him more, needing him to give her more.
“Untie my hands.” If she could get free, she’d grab Casey’s hair and push his face against her even harder. But her wickedly good men had already thought of that and had known she’d die from the need to do so. They’d trapped her, keeping her where they wanted her.
She felt the warmth of Casey’s chuckle against her tender flesh. Joe nipped at her tit. “No way, baby. We say what goes.”
When he pulled away from her, she wanted to scream, to berate him for leaving her breasts. “Casey, please.”
“Please what, baby? This?” He doubled his efforts on her clit and drove his fingers into her pussy.
The moment he struck her G-spot, she knew she’d lose her mind. The swirling need ripped into her, awakening every nerve ending and enveloping her in a near-blackout of an orgasm. She cried out, no longer a thinking, rational being, no longer caring if anything but her men still existed in the world.
Joe covered her scream with his mouth. A tingling sensation took her nipple, making it even tauter than before. The vibrator he held to it had come from the drawer. Joe slipped his tongue inside her mouth and whipped it around to take her taste. His own flavor slid down her throat, and she swallowed, drinking him in.
Sensations of her orgasm covered her from her high-heeled feet to the tips of her fingers. Casey slurped up her release as Joe took her nipple in one mouth and pressed the vibrator to the other.
* * * *
Joe wanted to taste every inch of her, from the delicate flavor in her mouth to the sweeter one between her legs. She’d become everything to him and his brother. After bursting into their world, she’d taken it and shaken it up, turning everything upside down.
They’d lost their house, but because she was still with them, they hadn’t lost their home. They’d rebuild on top of the foundation that was left behind. Yet as long as she was with them, all was right with the world.
She was their drug, their habit, and they craved her. She was their one and only, their intended mate, and she’d brought so much into their world, including a son they would raise as their own.
He wanted to give her all that she deserved, including more children. They were bound by their connection more than they could ever be bound by anything physical. He would give his life for her and knew she’d do the same for him.
Joe broke the kiss to glance at his brother. Casey went to his knees and wiped her juices from his mouth. Without saying a word, Joe took his brother’s place. He leaned over her body and lowered his face to her pussy.
No nectar had ever tasted as sweet. No wine could ever make him as drunk with need. He flicked his tongue over and around her clit. Her body stiffened as yet another climax swallowed her. He drank her up and could’ve gone on forever.
“What else is in the drawer?” Casey reached down and came back with a whip. He flicked it against his palm. “It’s small, but it does the trick.”
Joe lifted up, but kept his hand over her pussy. “You’ll never know until you try it.”
Bonnie moaned, and the sound was like liquid fire to him. He and Casey had waited a long time to find her, and now that she was theirs, he couldn’t believe their good luck. She was so perfect, with all the right curves. She was more woman than they’d ever hoped for.
“Casey, try it.”
The begging tone in her voice stirred his cock. Joe leaned back out of the way.
Casey flicked out the short whip and struck the side of her leg. She cried out, but there was joy in her voice.
“Please.”
Every time she pleaded, his cock twitched again. “Go on, bro. She likes it.”
Casey sent the whip flying again, this time on top of her foot. A pink mark came up, and Joe took her foot and massaged the area. He wanted to massage every inch of her.
“I want to do everything you want.” A slow smile crept onto her face. “Masters.”
Delight soared into Joe. “Masters, huh? Yeah, I like it.”
Casey let the whip sting against her skin two more time, each making one of the little pink spots. “Let’s get her into a better position.”
Joe understood what his brother wanted. He yanked one of her hands free then tore the sheet that held one foot away. Casey took care of the other bindings.
Taking her into his arms, Joe lifted her off the bed and carried her to the middle of the floor. She cradled her head against him. The gesture, so trusting, made him feel like a king to his queen.
He lowered her feet to the floor then held onto her, supporting her until she was on her knees. She tossed her long, luxurious hair, and he had no choice but to take a handful. It was a soft as the finest silk in the world.
“Bend over, baby,” ordered Casey.
She went to her hands and knees, opening her butt to them. Her hair fell forward to cascade over her breasts and along her arms. “Is this good, master?”
“Baby, you are so much better than good.” Joe couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. “Hand me that whip, bro.”
Casey gave it to him then went to stand in front of her. “Damn, but she looks amazing like this. I like this master and slave thing.”
“I just wish we’d thought of it sooner.” Joe laid the whip at the top of her spine then dragged it down to the crease in her butt. She was submissive to them now, but he had no illusion that she’d stay that way. And that was fine with him. He wanted his woman to be both a temptress and a taskmaster. As long as she knew which one to be in the bedroom, then he was satisfied.
Casey dropped to his knees and handed her the vibrator. “Use it, baby. Pleasure yourself and pleasure me at the same time.” He tunneled his hand through her hair and presented his cock to her.
She made a sound that was somewhere between animal need and human want, then took his cock into her mouth. Casey’s jaw dropped and his head fell back. His hips rocked forward, helping her take him in.
Joe was proud of their mate. She knew how to please them and what they wanted. She’d proven from the start that she was a woman of quality and a mother any man would be proud to have children with. And now she was proving once again that she was the sexiest woman alive. He caressed her butt cheek then flicked the whip over the other.
Her body jerked, but she kept her mouth working on Casey’s cock. She spread her legs farther apart as she positioned the vibrator at her pussy. The humming sound adde
d to Joe’s pleasure as he flicked the whip’s tip to sting her other cheek. The pink hue of her flesh made him want to spank her with his hand. He tossed the whip aside and flattened his palm against her flesh.
She yelped, causing Casey to let out one of his own. “Hey, watch it. I don’t want this thing to get shorter.” Casey shot his brother a cocky grin. “Although I do have plenty to spare.”
“Don’t let it go to your head, man.” Joe flattened his hand against her other cheek. “Either head.” He lifted his hand and spanked her again, feeling the warmth of the sting.
“Wiggle your ass at him, Bonnie.”
Joe wished he’d thought of that. Her apple-shaped bottom, so round, so ripe, wiggled at him, and his cock jerked in response. If he could’ve drawn how they wanted their woman to look, she would’ve been the real life embodiment of their drawing.
She dragged Casey’s cock inside her mouth again, and Joe could almost sense how that must feel. He couldn’t take it any longer. His cock had to be inside her.
Joe stepped away and got the tube of lube in the drawer. He held it up for Casey to see. “She didn’t forget anything.”
Casey’s jaw was clenched as he nodded. His hand found one of her tits as the other tunneled into her glorious hair. “That’s it, baby. Suck on it.”
Joe could see the ecstasy on Casey’s face and knew he was lost to anything else. She could make any man melt, but she made them want to dissolve at her feet. Joe went to his knees behind her. She trembled when he rubbed the cool gel around her tight little hole.
“That’s it. Just relax.” He worked his finger into her anus, preparing her. She was tight, oh-so-tight, and he ached to have his cock inside her, letting her encircle him.
Casey’s breathing had quickened, becoming faster, shorter. He pulled her hair to the side, giving Joe a better view of her luscious mouth around his brother’s cock. She tugged and released him, flicking her tongue around his length then over the tip. Casey moaned then gave his brother a quick look.
“Ease into her ass, Joe. I want to see you take her from behind.”
