by Jane Jamison
She cried out as Brick spread her legs farther apart, then leaned to the side and placed the tip of his cock at her dark entrance. “Please, I need you. Both of you.”
“Like I said, baby. First things first.” Brick teased her, giving her just enough of his head to push at her hole, but not enough to satisfy her. Not nearly enough.
“You haven’t told us if you’re staying yet. I want to hear you call us your mate.” His dimples flashed, a sign that he knew he was driving her insane.
“He’s right. Tell us.”
The need in Mica’s face had nothing to do with sex any longer. Instead, he had to hear her say the words, had to hear the conviction in her voice.
Brick slapped her bottom again. “Say it, Daniella. When one of us tells you to do something, you do it. Say it. That’s the way we like it in the bedroom. That’s the way it is with werewolves. Can you accept that? Do you accept us for what we are?”
“I’m here, aren’t I? I thought you would’ve figured it out when I came upstairs.”
Mica reached over and gave her behind a hard slap on her other butt cheek. She yelped and turned to glare at him. The glare, however, was only pretense. The sting of their spankings added another spark to their already-blistering lovemaking. “You two really like spankings, don’t you?”
“Damn straight we do.” Mica grinned. “We like seeing your sweet little ass turn pink with our handprints. Are you saying you don’t? Better make it good, because I’m not going to believe you.”
She’d never have thought she would, but she loved the spankings. In fact, she wanted more of them. “I’m not afraid of a little pain.”
Mica gripped her hair, tugging so hard it hurt, but the pain was a pleasure that matched the quick flicks he gave her tits. “Tell me if it gets too much. We don’t ever want to hurt you in a way you don’t like.”
She smiled up at him, then at his brother. “Brick, please. I need to feel your cock in my ass.”
The sting of another spank whipped into her, but she wouldn’t cry out. Not in pain anyway. He pressed his cock farther inside her tight entrance.
“Time to get more than your mouth around my cock.” Mica moved down, putting his body in front of hers.
Brick snatched up the tube on the bedspread. He flipped the cap open, then put a generous glob of the gel on his fingers.
She inhaled sharply at the chill against her tight rings. The coolness of the lube contradicted the heat of her body, sending a quick shiver through her. Flashing hot waves ripped throughout her until her body was screaming to have them inside her.
Sex was one thing, but sex with two men she loved brought a new awareness to every inch of her. Her nerve endings tingled with each caress and hummed under their fingers as they prepared to enter her from both sides.
Brick eased his cock deeper still. “Take a breath, then let it out.”
At first, she stilled at the pain, but the sting was soon lost as the sensation of his curved cock pushed her resistance, physical and mental, away. Working her hips, she thrust her ass against him, daring him to drive farther inside.
Mica’s gaze fixed on her breasts as he lifted them and sucked both her nipples into his mouth. She drew in a ragged breath, fighting to hold back the explosion threatening to erupt. He groaned, the noise morphing until she expected to see more amber in his eyes.
Mica took her by the chin, drawing her attention away from Brick as he moved closer, taking his cock in his hand. “Look at me, baby.”
She did and had her breath swept away by the adoration she saw there.
“You have to know. I want you to hear it first. I love you. Today, tomorrow, and forever after.”
“I love you, too, baby.”
Not to be outdone, Mica crushed his mouth to hers. He swept his tongue into her mouth, ripping a moan from her. Their tongues battled playfully, drinking in each other’s flavors. He was spicy and wild, his inner wolf contributing to his taste.
Brick drew his cock out, then rubbed it against her hole, teasing her for a moment before slipping it back into her ass. The pain lasted a minute as her tight hole gripped his cock again, trapping it within its confines and keeping it there for as long as she could. He closed his eyes and held on to her hip as he pumped it into her, going a little farther with each thrust.
“Please, Brick. Harder.”
Brick thrust his cock into her again, a growl escaping him as he gripped her thighs, digging his fingers into her flesh. Waves of unrelenting fervor flowed over her. She reached down, but between the two of them, she couldn’t reach her aching nub.
“Brick, rub my clit.”
“Are we letting her tell us what to do now?” Mica’s eyes were half-closed as he plunged into her. The whack of him spreading his hand over her butt cheek accented his question.
“I don’t mind. As long as it feels right.” Brick slammed against her, his balls slapping against her butt. He chuckled as he pressed his fingers against her clit, sending her into more writhing movements.
They were magnificent machines of female torture. Their muscles moved with precision, their faces alight with need fulfilled. Perspiration dotted their brows as it did hers, yet they were doing most of the work. Her body responded as much as it could, caught between two walls of male glory.
“Oh, oh, oh. Please.”
The sensation of having both of them inside her was unlike anything she’d ever fantasized about. Like the invisible bond that had brought her to them, it was a wildness that overrode common sense, inhibitions, and the need to please anyone other than themselves. If she could’ve, she would’ve cast a magical spell to keep them with her, locked in the room, uncaring as the rest of the world passed them by.
She bucked again, moving her hips to help Mica find that special spot inside her pussy. Brick rammed into her, pushing her against his brother as he rode her, driving his cock into her ass time and again. One more time again and he froze, his hard body hardening even more, before he laid back his head and growled out his climax. Pulling his cock out of her, he spilled his seed over the small of her back.
“Damn it. Too soon, man. Too fuckin’—” Mica let out a loud “ah,” then plunged into her again.
When Mica’s cock swept over her special spongy area, she exploded, her cream flowing from her, wetting her skin between her legs. He tensed, then slammed one last time into her, shooting out the last of his cum. He howled out his release, proving once again that his animal was close to the surface.
She needed no more proof. She’d made the right decision. It didn’t matter that she’d just met them that day. These were her men. As sure as she knew her own name, she knew she belonged with them. They were hers and she gave herself to them.
Mica slapped her butt again, then fell beside her, covering her breast with his hand. “We love you, baby.”
Another climax racked through her, blackening the world around her as it broke apart, shattering her sense of time and place.
Chapter Five
Daniella awoke surrounded by the men she loved. She twisted to her side, rested her head in her hand and watched Brick’s chest rise and fall with his snores. He was so peaceful, lying on his back with one arm flung over his head. His face lacked the sternness that it had the day before and his dimples still showed. Instead, she could see the boy in the man’s face and wondered if one of their children would look like him. Lightly, she grazed her hand over her bare stomach, imagining a child already growing inside her.
Sighing, she rolled over to study Mica. The brothers were alike in so many ways, and yet so different. Mica didn’t snore. Instead, he tended to move when he slept, flipping every other minute as though he couldn’t stand to stay in one place too long. His hair was mussed, giving him the appearance of just having stepped out of a wind storm.
The connection flowed between them, yet it had changed since they’d made love, not once, but twice again last night. Mellowed wasn’t the word for it. The intensity, the need was still th
ere. But somehow, once their bodies had joined together for the first time, it had grown stronger in a different way, like steel that had been forged though fire.
I love them.
She knew the truth without a doubt. Every time she’d fallen in love before now paled in comparison, proving that it was only a pretense until the real thing came along. She’d never felt this way, fulfilled, satisfied, and ready to face the world with a confidence she’d only pretended to have before meeting her werewolves.
My wolf men.
She smiled, loving the sound of it. Would they mind it if she called them her wolf men? Or better yet, wolfies?
She was ready to live with her men and make their dreams of a mate and family come true. She’d do everything she could to make them happy and, in return, she knew they’d do the same. And then it hit her, tightening a knot in her stomach. They hadn’t asked her to move in with them. At least not yet. But she knew they would. They had to. If they didn’t, she’d never survive without them.
“Hey, you.”
She went to her back again as Brick twisted onto his side and skimmed his finger over her breast. “Hey, yourself.”
He nuzzled against her and she smiled. What would it feel like to have his wolf do that? What would it feel like to run with them under the moonlight? “Are you hungry?”
His green eyes sparkled as the amber broke through. “Yes and yes.”
“What does that mean? I only asked one question.” Was it because he was such a large man? Or did a ravenous appetite come along with being a werewolf?
Wait. Are they talking about food? Or me?
“Hey, I’m hungry, too.”
She giggled when Mica leaned over to nip at her shoulder. “Okay. So do you two want to cook or clean up?”
“Neither.” Brick took her nipple into his mouth, then released it with a satisfying pop.
“Oh, no you don’t. I’m not a fifties housewife. If I cook, you two clean and vice versa.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Brick jiggled her breast, then flicked his tongue over her nipple.
If he didn’t stop soon, they’d never make it to breakfast. “I’m not following you.” Like hell I don’t. She held back a smug grin.
“It’s not food we’re hungry for.” Mica slid his tongue down her arm, took her hand, then pulled her fingers to his lips. “At least, not yet. Not until we’ve had our fill of you.”
“You two are animals.”
Brick pretended a confused expression. “I thought you already knew that.”
The bed dipped then shook as Mica threw off the covers and got onto his knees. “First, though, we need an answer. You’re staying, right? You’re our mate and you’re staying.”
She loved to tease them. “I’m considering it.” Her joy leapt high, spinning its thrill through her.
“Now hold up.” Brick turned her nipple loose and this time his confusion was real. “I thought we got all that sorted out last night.”
“We did. But I still need one last bit of information before I make my final decision.” She caressed each of their faces. “I don’t remember either of you telling me that you loved me.”
“Sure we did.” Mica shot a look at his brother. “We did, right?”
“Yeah. I know we did.”
That had, but a girl could never get enough of hearing those three little words. As far as she was concerned, they could tell her hundred times a day.
“Well, if you did, I don’t remember. And until I hear that you do, I guess I’m going to stay with Sandy.” She sucked in a breath. “Oh, crap. I never called her to say I wasn’t coming back into town last night.”
“Don’t worry. She knows you’re with us.” Brick ran his hand through his hair, making tracks she’d love to follow with her fingers. He got on to his knees, too.
“Well?” She wasn’t going to let them get away without giving her what she wanted. “And it’s a good thing you’re both on your knees. I want this done right.”
“Mica, we may have gotten into something we can’t handle.”
“Yeah, I agree. Maybe we should rethink this.”
“The hell you will.” She playfully slapped Mica’s arm.
“Okay, okay. There’s no need to get violent.” Mica cleared his throat and took her hand. “Daniella Monson, I love you. We love you. Will you do us the honor of being our mate?”
Brick took her other hand. “Like he said. I love you, too. So? What do you say? Do you want to move to a small town? We can’t promise you a lavish lifestyle, but we do promise to always love you.”
Her phone rang, interrupting them. She reached for it on the nightstand.
“Are you kidding me? You’re going to take a call before we get our answer?”
Mica tried to take her phone away, but she kept it out of reach, then accepted the call. Her joy spilled out into the wide smile. “Hey, Sandy. Yeah, I’m fine. Better than fine. Still, can I call you right back?”
She listened to her friend, then added, “I’m kind of in the middle of Brick and Mica asking me to be their mate.” She giggled at Sandy’s squeal of delight, then looked at her men. “Yeah. I’m going to say yes.”
They started to lunge for her, their faces filled with boundless happiness, but she stopped them cold. “Listen, Sandy, I’ll call you right back.” Yet when she saw how erect her men’s cocks had gotten, she changed her mind. “Make that a couple of hours from now. Bye.”
The men were on top of her before she could put the phone down. As they enveloped her in their arms, she knew that not only had she found passion in the small town of Forever, Texas, she’d found everlasting love, too.
* * * *
Four Months Later
Daniella dashed around the corner of Milly’s Coffee Shop and ran for the alley behind the café. Laughter lodged in her throat with the hitching of her breath. Every breath she dragged in burned her throat. Brick and Mica were only a few feet behind, taking their time to catch her. The real fun would start once they did.
Brick grabbed her arm, yanking her backward and driving the remaining air out of her. “Gotcha!”
Mica was with them in the next moment, taking her free arm and helping Brick to slam her against the wall. “Give it up, woman.”
“Give it up? What are you cavemen?” Her clothes disappeared fast as the men made quick work of getting her undressed.
“Better. We’re werewolves.” Brick’s hands commandeered her breasts, his thumbs becoming the masters of her nipples. “But remember, we are animals. You said so.”
“And you’re our mate.”
“But I’m not your wife.” She inhaled, hard, as Mica thrust his hand between her legs. His fingers slid between her folds to find the wetness waiting there. Closing her eyes, she reveled in their touches, the skim of their teeth and the flick of their tongues along her skin.
“You will be soon enough.” Mica pulled her against his chest, then gripped her full, plump butt to force her even closer. “Unless you’ve changed your mind.” He clutched her hair, pulling her head back. “You haven’t, have you?”
“Hell, no. Why would I do a crazy thing like that?”
“Just checking.” He blew against her ear. “What about changing you? Are you ready to become a werewolf? Are you ready to feel fur slide over your skin?”
She’d felt their fur, loving it when they changed into their wolf bodies and played with her. She was ready to become a werewolf, too, but something else had come up that could complicate the timing of when she could change. But they could talk about that later. “I’ll let you know.”
Brick leaned back and studied her. “Is there a problem?”
“Yes.”
They both stared at her. She laughed. “The problem is that I don’t want to talk right now. Got it?”
“Got it.” Mica groaned, rumbling the sound outward from deep inside his throat until, at last, it became a growl. Her body responded, her nipples hardening even more, her craving for him jumpi
ng from a playful yearning to intense need.
When had they gotten undressed? Yet in the four months since she’d come to live with them she’d learned there were better times to ask questions. Often, she’d forget the questions in a rush of lovemaking. But it didn’t matter. She had a lifetime to learn everything about them.
I’m getting married.
That thought alone was enough to set off a flutter of excitement in her belly. Although she couldn’t legally marry both brothers, they’d go through with a traditional ceremony, with both men sliding the ring on her fourth finger. The only difference would be that only one of their names could be on the marriage certificate. Brick had lost the drawing of straws to choose who would to be the lucky man. Mica would be her legally married husband, but that didn’t mean she loved Brick any less than Mica. Like the others shifters in Forever, she’d have more than one man as her mate and husband.
Mica’s tongue on her clit sent a rush of emotions and sensations to collide in the center of her. His tongue had always seemed like a weapon of seduction, but the more they’d learned about each other’s sexual preferences, the better he’d become at bringing her to a climax. Her body shuddered as the first one continued to build to the frenzied peak that would split her apart and drive her insane.
Brick nibbled on her shoulder as he explored her anus. His fingers prepared her, and as he always was, he’d come prepared. It was their standing joke that he carried a tube of lube around in his jeans pocket. Others might laugh at the idea, but she knew many women had suggested the same thing to their mates.
From the moment she’d met them, the connection spun around her, lassoing them to her. Her heart had become theirs from the first second, and yet, she’d failed to notice it, especially once they’d revealed their animal identities. But wasn’t that the way of love? Hearts recognized hearts before minds recognized minds.
Mica stood, then lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his waist. His long, hard cock pressed at her entrance, but he held back. Tipping her chin up, he searched her eyes, the longing in his matching hers. If she turned her head to look into Brick’s eyes, she had no doubt she’d see the same emotion glistening in his.
