"That makes sense," he agreed before pausing to look down at Nicole. "When do you think she'll come around?"
"Well, it wasn't long the last time, was it?"
"No. It only took about ten minutes, I think."
"I doubt it will be much longer than that. She'll probably want to fuck again. She might be a little mindless with it, too."
"What do you mean?"
Hugh coughed. "Well, she might be a little animal-like. You saw how she was in the car and in the hall! She wants to be fucked, not made love to. It's like a reaction to our hormones."
"Well, I'm not complaining!"
"I didn't say you were!" Hugh laughed.
Nicole moaned.
They both became silent. As they watched, her body further uncurled and stretched. Their eyes unerringly went to her bare pussy. It was rather a contrasting sight. Her breasts were hidden behind the very proper vest and cardigan she was wearing, while her lower limbs were totally naked. Her inner thighs were coated in their seed. Rather than making their noses curl in disgust, it satisfied their primal instincts.
With his wolf partially in control, Byron leaned down and sniffed the apex of Nicole's thighs. A groan of pleasure rumbled out of his throat, and, with his shifted gaze, he glanced up at Hugh. "That fucking scent. It's like a drug," he said in a gravelly voice.
Hugh nodded and smiled. He settled a hand on Nicole's stomach and felt the muscles tense and relax at his touch.
"Her body's reacting to our presence. I wonder what traits she'll pick up from us."
"What do you mean?" Byron asked, somewhat shocked by that suggestion.
"Well, she won't turn into a werewolf, Byron!" Hugh said wryly. "She'll just be more hyper-aware, if you know what I mean."
"I wouldn't ask if I understood, Hugh!"
"Dammit, it's common sense. You mingle two samples of werewolf DNA, our saliva with her blood, and it's bound to take effect. It can't not! Like now, her body is aware of our presence. That's partially because we're her mates and partially because she's asleep and her natural defensive instincts have been alerted. She'll smell and see better. Her sense of touch will be more sensitive. All her senses will just be better. That's all. There's nothing to be concerned about."
Byron sighed with relief. "I wouldn't relish the prospect of her shifting. Fuck, we're going to have to explain all this to her, aren't we?"
"Yup," Hugh said cheerfully.
Byron, on the other hand, was morose. "No need to sound so damned chipper about it! Hell, she's going to freak out and run away. Women always react like that."
"I should think so. It's a basic survival instinct, after all! When we tell her, we won't let her run. She won't want to run anyway. It defeats the purpose. She wants to be with us, and she knows it. Telling her this, will, yes, freak her out as you put it. But she'll cope. She's strong."
Suddenly a hand shot out and Hugh grinned pointedly at Byron, who jolted a little.
Nicole's hand grabbed Hugh's and directed it between her legs. Her back arched invitingly and even knowing that she was reacting to the mixing of their blood, rather than any true sexual need, both their cocks stiffened instantly. Or maybe it was because she was reacting to their bites. Either way, they were more than ready to fuck her.
Byron grabbed her legs and spread them further apart before settling in between them. Hugh hadn't even truly touched her, yet she was writhing hungrily on the bed. The animal in her was coursing with need, and it excited both of them.
She whimpered when he pushed Hugh's hand away but subsided at the lap of his tongue at her clit. He licked her delicately when all she really wanted was to be suckled. He thrust into her softly when what she really wanted was for his tongue to fuck her hard. Her body was rigid with frustration, and small whimpers of relief were escaping from her throat at simply being touched and caressed.
Byron looked up as he was gently lapping at her clit and watched as Hugh lifted her slightly and removed both the cardigan and the vest top that she was wearing. She wore no bra and her breasts bobbed as she settled back against the sheets.
Obviously, very sensitive to touch at that moment, she shuddered as first her shirt's material scratched annoyingly against her flesh, then quivered as the cooling, soft cotton sheets soothed any lingering irritation.
"Is she OK?" Byron asked in concern as the shudders that racked her frame actually made the bed shake softly.
"Yeah, but keep on sucking her. Sexual touch eases the need," Hugh replied, even though he knew that he was winging it.
The answers he kept on giving to Byron were merely conjecture, based on common sense and what little he did know about their own kind. All the advice he'd received years earlier from his father had pertained to were women, not human females!
That he didn't have all the answers, frightened him. He didn't like not knowing the true extent of what was happening in Nicole's body. Clinically, he could guess that not one but two bites had transferred two different saliva samples into her bloodstream, and that they were causing havoc to her system. Her body was merely becoming accustomed to those changes and this was the reaction.
That he knew this didn't ease his worry.
He hadn't been so damned scared since he'd been left stranded in a pack filled with enemies with a kid brother to care for and two dead parents to bury.
The thought wasn't comforting.
He bent down and suckled an erect nipple fiercely. He behaved the way he knew she would want him to. Rather than touch her gently, or treat her with kid gloves as he longed to, he pinched her other nipple harshly instead. Biting at the one in his mouth, he knew his supposition had been correct when she groaned aloud and then cried out passionately.
As strange as it felt for him to be treating his mate like this, he knew she needed rough sex to ease her need. Being touched gently and kissed and caressed longingly wouldn't help her at all. It would just fire her up even more and cause even more trouble!
Pressing his mouth to hers now, he tweaked her nipples roughly, not teasing but answering one of her basic needs. His tongue tangled with hers. Fucking her mouth, he engaged her in a kiss that deprived both their lungs and brains of oxygen.
It was rather novel, this rawer version of Nicole. In the past, he'd kissed and dueled with her mouth, always sure that he'd dominate, that he'd be in charge. This Nicole refused to submit. Her tongue fought for control, and he enjoyed it.
With glinting eyes, he broke free from her and quickly crouched over her chest. His cock lay in the inviting channel of her breasts, and he grasped them roughly and shoved his cock in between them. The tip of his cock was wet with pre-cum and he spread it along her quivering flesh. It pleased his wolf to see her breasts glistening with his seed, with his brand.
Impatient now, he sat up on his haunches and lifted her head to his cock with one hand. With the other, he grabbed his cock and spread it along the full curve of her lips like he was applying a gloss to them, smiling hungrily at the sight.
She opened her lips in welcome.
He eagerly allowed her to engulf his cock in the hot cavern of her mouth. He groaned aloud at the sensation of that wet, willing, warmth. Rocking his hips, he pressed further into her, needing her to swallow all of him. He brought her head up closer to him and simultaneously thrust deeper into her.
His eyes fluttered shut at the all encompassing sensation, and, with a grimace, he rocked further and further into her mouth. Perhaps he was pushing her past her limits, well, her ordinary limits. The woman lying beneath him wasn't ordinary Nicole, she was everything special in the woman but magnified by a thousand. Although he was slightly worried about how the claiming was affecting her, he couldn't help but be in awe of the beauty lying beneath him.
Her mouth tightened around his cock. Her tongue stroked and lapped at him with licks of flame that made his mind nothing more than a puddle. His focus was on cumming. She'd wiped everything else from his brain.
Looking down at the view of her lu
scious lips accepting his cock, he groaned as his gaze locked with hers, encountering burning hunger, fiery need, and all-consuming lust. The potent evidence of her desire finished him off, added to the maelstrom of sensation that was battering him, and with a grunt and a particularly forceful thrust, he came.
He felt the long spurts of his seed erupt from him, felt Nicole swallow them eagerly as though it was a treat. The thought turned him on impossibly more. His legs began to grow shaky as though she was draining him of cum, draining him of energy. He had to lean against the bedpost for support.
When he finally finished, he pulled away from her, his cock now hyper sensitive. The little vixen knew it as she nibbled at the glans as it passed her teeth. He hissed but said nothing. Instead, he climbed from her chest and lay down beside her.
Hugh began to press gentle kisses around her throat in a latent apology for using her so forcefully. He knew that she wasn't overly concerned by it, knew that her hunger made her blind to being roughly used, as she wanted it more than anything, but he was her mate and that meant caring for her above all else, even his own pleasure.
He licked around the small wounds he and Byron had created earlier, and her body arched up and she spread her legs wide. Hugh heard Byron chuckle then hiss as Nicole's molten heat scorched him as he thrust into her.
She moaned. The action made her throat vibrate beneath his touch and his tongue continued to lap the sensitive skin. He suckled at the bites, lathed them with a kiss. Nibbling, he bit down, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to remind her of their claiming and for her to shriek out her climax.
Hugh heard Byron's grunt and knew he'd cum, as well. They both moved away from her and settled down at her side to rest. He immediately spun over so that he lay on his side. He cupped one of her breasts and clamped her down to the bed with one of his thighs. Byron pressed his face into her neck and lay an arm atop her waist before hooking it underneath to glue her to him.
They fell asleep with Nicole's scent floating in the air and her giving flesh in their arms.
* * * *
With a grimace as stiff muscles re-awoke and began to function, Byron peered down at Nicole and smiled at the peaceful look on her face. Neither he nor Hugh had moved any during the night, hence the reason for the stiff muscles, but she looked happy to be surrounded on all sides by them!
He pulled his arm away from her belly softly, but he accidentally nudged Hugh, who immediately came awake. It was amazing how meeting this one woman had changed their lives. The normal, unmated Hugh would have sat up on a yawn and probably have wandered off into the bathroom.
The mated Hugh froze upon awakening as he ascertained whether his mate was alright. Byron watched as he ran a mental checklist that meant he could settle back against the mattress and relax, knowing that his mate was safe.
The thought made Byron grin and shake his head.
He himself was preternaturally aware of Nicole, so he didn't suppose that it would be that much different for Hugh. Although, in Hugh's case, he'd had a childhood experience to end all childhood experiences and was obviously determined that nothing would ever harm his mate like it had their mother.
Grimacing at the thought, Byron tightened his arm around Nicole before pulling away entirely. He stretched and sat at the edge of the bed. With an elbow on his knee, he yawned and jumped as he felt Nicole's hand slide along the curve of his spine and down to the indentation of his ass.
"Morning, babe," he murmured gruffly, his voice deep and rough from disuse. Turning around to face her, he smiled as Hugh engaged her in a kiss that would wake even the dead. When Hugh finally pulled back, Byron couldn't help but grin at the dazed and dreamy look on her face. He leaned over and bestowed a more delicate kiss on those full lips and smiled as her eyes fluttered to hide the effect it had on her. He saw a peek of the emotions bubbling through her though and was pleased at their progress.
"Morning, Byron . . . Hugh." Her voice was more breathy than usual, and she frowned at the sound.
Neither man said anything, they just watched as she sat up and grabbed the sheet to cover her breasts and leaned back against the headboard.
Hugh pulled at the sheet. "I think it's a little late for modesty, Nicole."
She blushed all over.
Byron couldn't help but marvel at the delicate blush that bloomed over her cheeks. Thirty-five, a broken marriage, and now sex with two younger guys, and she still blushed! Hell, what would it take to become jaded? He'd thought the night before would have put an end to any discomfort she had in their presence, but obviously it hadn't.
"I'm cold, Hugh," she grumbled.
"Then, you don't need the sheet to warm you up," he said, wriggling his brows suggestively at her as he reached down for her and grabbed her. Ignoring her shrieks of protest, he settled her on his lap and wrapped his arms about her. He stroked his hands up and down her back and Byron saw the gooseflesh that quivered along her flesh at his touch.
It didn't take long for her to thaw. Within seconds, she shuddered and began to unfurl within his embrace, clinging to him as he clung to her. It was a rather touching sight, but it reassured Byron that, although she was fighting her natural instincts, she wasn't fighting them very hard. Victory would soon be theirs. He could feel it in his bones.
Hugh's voice was gravelly when he next spoke. "Better now?"
She nodded.
It was evident that she didn't want to, but she pulled away. "I need to go to the bathroom," she murmured.
"Okay," Hugh said as he lifted her off his knees and stood her beside the bed on wobbly legs.
Byron couldn't hold back a grin as he watched her walk. It was like seeing a baby take its first steps.
As she waddled forward, she spun back and glared at them. "What the hell did you do to my legs?"
Chuckling, Byron joked, "Hey, it's not our fault. You almost wore our dicks out! See," he said, grabbing his cock and jerking it. "It's all limp. That's your fault!"
Her combination of glare and blush of mortification was rather endearing. Enough so, that he stood and walked over to her, stooping low to lift her to transport her into the bathroom.
"There. Happy now?"
"Very funny, Byron," she grumbled.
He winked and left her to her morning routine. Returning to the bedroom, he saw that Hugh had spread out on the mattress once more.
"I thought the claiming would stop her from fighting us."
"Me, too," Hugh said, sounding thoughtful.
But Byron wanted answers. "Well that's helpful."
"Don't start, Byron. I'm as clueless as you are here."
"I don't know why I thought she'd realize what we are to her. Obviously we're going to have to explain it, dammit."
"Yeah, it would appear so. I don't think she's fighting it per se. I just think she's acclimatizing herself to the situation. I'm glad the reaction to the bites has worn off. I don't think my cock could have taken much more."
"Well, at least she's doing something! Even if it is only acclimatizing, and, hell, that's the first time I've ever heard you complain about too much sex! Not too worn out for the game, are you, old man? The ball game is today. We can't miss it, Hugh."
"I wasn't even thinking about missing it. We'll just wait until she's done freshening up and then we'll take her with us."
"Is that wise?"
"What do you mean by that? They're our crew, she's our mate …. They're going to come into contact every now and then, aren't they?"
"Yeah, I suppose so," Byron muttered, although he still sounded doubtful as to the wisdom of that decision.
"It will clear our heads, and it'll be fun. You worry prematurely. She might not want to come with us anyway."
"Where won't I want to go?" Nicole interrupted as she returned to her bedroom.
They watched as she towel dried her hair before Hugh answered. "We hold a weekly ballgame with the crew and wondered if you wanted to come with us."
"Seriously?"
"I'd really like that," she said with a smile. "If you're sure …?"
"Of course we're sure," they replied in unison.
She ducked her head sheepishly. "I'll just get ready then."
He nodded and headed for the bathroom, leaving Byron to go to the upstairs bathroom to wash before the game.
Twenty minutes later, Nicole plopped her bottom in between the two men in their truck and settled in for the ride. She'd just had some toast, had made a few dozen slices for Hugh and Byron, which had surprised her. The amount of food they consumed seemed enough for a few giants! She knew that they worked heavy duty jobs and needed the calories but seven slices a piece? She was going to have to buy another loaf of bread now!
They were dressed in the gear they'd worn the day before but had told her that the crew's wives took turns washing the team's baseball shirts and they would change when they arrived.
She knew what the men would be thinking when they saw their bosses in the same clothing as the day before with their ex-employer tagging along for the game. Men could be a little dumb at times, but they'd have to be completely blind not to understand that something was going on between her and Hugh and Byron.
It shocked her that they wanted to take her to this ball game. She knew that their crew was more than just their staff, they were their friends, too. Surely it was a huge step for their relationship, whatever the hell it was. Exposing her to their friends, allowing friendships to bloom with the crew's wives …. It looked as though they were serious about her if they were intending to go public in this way, and she wasn't sure how she felt about that.
Yesterday's debacle at their office had solved nothing. She'd said that it was over and they'd told her it wasn't. It had been as simple and as fucking complicated as that. They didn't want this thing they all had to end and the killing point was, neither did she, and they realized that. While they had that hanging against her, no way were they going to let this end.
Nicole didn't know how to react to that. A part of her was pleased and excited by their audacity. Another part was genuinely worried about them and their business. She knew how big a bastard Joe could be. She damned herself for bringing potential trouble to their door, but at the same time, couldn't help but be pleased that she'd have them for a little while longer.
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