by Lily Harlem
I watched, fascinated to be seeing them touch at such close proximity. My heart was racing, my skin tingling. The way Isaac moved his pelvis slightly into Caleb’s final, touch around his glans and the gentle but firm way Caleb held him at the base was seductive in the extreme.
Caleb lifted his other hand to his mouth, licked his palm, thickly, wetly, and then added that hand around Isaac’s dick.
Isaac groaned and dropped his head backward onto the rear of the sofa. “Caleb,” he said gruffly. “Fuck, you’re such a tease, but damn you always do it right.”
“I haven’t even started yet,” Caleb said, leaning forward and swiping his tongue over the tip of Isaac’s cock.
I held my breath. The sight of Caleb’s pink tongue dipping into the deep red of Isaac’s slit, prodding and probing, was enough to send blood racing to my clit. My pussy tingled and swelled against the seam of my knickers.
I dragged in a deep lungful of oxygen.
“You do it, Bea,” Caleb said. “Give me your hand.”
He didn’t wait for me to answer, he simply reached for my hand that was resting on my leg, and placed it around Isaac’s shaft.
The heat and the density of the erection nearly scalded my palm and I couldn’t help but squeeze, just a little, to test out the hardness.
“Ah, Bea,” Isaac said, raising his head and looking at me. “That’s it, live for the moment.”
I ran my hand to the base, as Caleb had done, feeling the ridges of his thick veins as I went and then his wiry pubic hair.
Caleb leaned in again and licked around Isaac’s glans, flicking over his frenulum and then swiping over his slit.
Isaac groaned, a deep rumbling sound, and rested a hand on each of our heads.
Everything seemed to drift away. There was only me and Isaac and Caleb in my thoughts. It was a welcome relief to forget my sadness and I allowed single focus to swarm through my brain and my body. Being with Caleb and Isaac was a balm to my fractured nerves.
I set up a firm and steady rhythm on Isaac’s cock. Concentrating carefully on my speed and pressure.
Caleb matched my pace with his mouth, swallowing the tip and bobbing. His lips touching my hand when I pulled up and he slid down. Seeing his luscious mouth stretched around his lover’s cock, the edges thinned and silvery saliva coating his lips made my internal walls clench. I remembered him using that skillful mouth on me and wondered what was better, being a voyeur or the recipient. It was a tough call.
“Ah, you’re sapping my stamina,” Isaac said hoarsely, filling his fingers with my hair.
Caleb lifted, grinned sinfully up at Isaac and then looked at me. “Taste him,” he said. “He’s delicious.”
My mouth was already watering, my tongue twitching against the roof of my mouth.
Isaac seemed to approve of this idea because he applied pressure to my head, urging me to take him in.
I rose onto my knees as Caleb wrapped his hand around mine so we were both holding Isaac’s cock.
I breathed deep, drawing in the scent of arousal and hot male body.
Isaac was big and I had to open wide. His glans was smooth as glass and the ridge beneath flared wide before it popped inside my mouth.
“Ah, so hot to see,” Caleb said by my ear. “He’s so big and hard, isn’t he?”
I couldn’t answer, but hearing the excitement in Caleb’s voice urged me on. I sank low, taking as much of Isaac as I could. I managed over halfway down before my gag threatened.
My lips met Caleb’s hand and he started an up and down movement that I then matched with my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” Isaac moaned, gripping my hair into a tighter fist. He was tugging on my scalp and increasing my excitement. I upped the pace. A drip of pre-cum oozed from his slit.
Isaac groaned. He twitched his hips and his knee pressed against my side, pushing me harder into Caleb.
“I know what he really wants,” Caleb said, slowing his movements and then lifting his hand from mine.
I released Isaac, dragged in air and wiped my mouth on the back of my free hand. With the other I continued to stimulate the hard erection before me.
“Caleb,” Isaac gasped. “Oh, please…”
“See,” Caleb said smiling at me. “Always wanting more. Greedy man.” He then put his index and middle finger into his mouth, wetting and warming them.
I held my breath, wondering what was coming next,
I should have guessed.
Caleb lifted Isaac’s balls, exposing the tight ring of his anus. It was shadowed by his body but I could still make it out, and as Caleb circled the taut wrinkles of skin with his damp fingers Isaac moaned and slid down the sofa a fraction, making himself more accessible and visible.
“Keep up what you’re doing, Bea,” Caleb whispered. “He’ll love this, both of us working him inside and out.”
I massaged Isaac’s cock right up to the tip and then down to the root. Over and over I did this as Caleb teased and stimulated Isaac’s most intimate hole. Isaac gasped and tensed, he moaned and twitched his buttocks.
Eventually Caleb pushed in, the tips of his fingers disappearing into the darkness. The skin around Isaac’s hole stretched to accommodate the invasion.
“Ah…ah…oh…” Isaac said, releasing my head and gripping a cushion to his side. “That’s it, hit the spot…”
It seemed Caleb knew exactly where that spot was. He slid in deeper and found what he was looking for.
“Fuck…” Isaac grunted.
His cock had been hard anyway but now it bloated in my hand, thrilling me, encouraging me to speed up my ministrations. My breathing was rapid, my nipples heavy and my chest tight. They’d let me share their moment, it wasn’t about love and commitment just pleasure and boy was this pleasurable.
“Bea,” Caleb said. “Lick him with me.”
We both leaned forward and licked over the head of Isaac’s cock. I rubbed to the ridge of his glans with each glide up his shaft and we paid the slit and the smooth skin around it lots of attention with our tongues.
Isaac moaned, said something incoherent and his body shook and shifted beneath us.
Mine and Caleb’s tongues touched, tangled, then I sucked the tip of Isaac’s cock into my mouth. As I released it Caleb’s mouth found mine. He pressed into me with a wild, burning kiss that devoured me and made my head spin.
I whimpered and squirmed. I wanted this, I wanted more.
“Ah, fuck, that’s amazing…to see you two do…that,” Isaac said, slotting his fingers into my hair again. “Fuck yes, kiss…while you…do that to me…fuck.”
Caleb’s breaths were hard and fast on my cheek. Isaac was pushing into my hand and then away.
I gripped Caleb’s forearm and felt the tendons working as he stimulated Isaac on the inside. I was near to coming. My pussy was damp and contracting at a steady pace as lust raced through my blood.
“Fuck, it’s here,” Isaac gasped.
Warm wetness hit my cheek. A little landed against the side of my mouth and as Caleb continued to kiss me, saltiness slipped onto my tongue.
“Yeah, ah…” Isaac gasped, his cock pulsing in my hand as he squeezed me closer to Caleb with his legs.
More cum landed on my cheek.
Caleb pulled away, his eyes glittering with excitement and pearly strings of Isaac’s pleasure splattered on his face.
A final jettison of cum burst from Isaac and then he slumped backward and released both of our heads. “Damn, that’s…incredible.” He gulped as a full body tremor attacked him. “To see you kiss at the same time as making me come.” He was breathless and panting hard. “Fucking amazing.”
Caleb looked at Isaac and stilled his movements. I did the same.
A drip of cum was sliding down my cheek, toward my jawline. It tickled.
Caleb turned to me, his face sticky and a blob of Isaac’s pleasure balancing on his nose.
I smiled at the sight of him, at the state of me. The smile grew, it tugged the cor
ners of my mouth and the sensation spread down my neck into my chest then bubbled in to my stomach. Before I knew it that bubble burst upwards, as a giggle, a laugh, and the noise of it echoed around the cabin, surprising me with its volume and strength.
Caleb grinned, his grin turned into a chuckle and then he cupped my non-sticky cheek. “That’s a nice sound,” he said.
I was still trying to control the laughter that had taken me over. It was a foreign feeling. “What?” I managed.
“Hearing you laugh,” Isaac said, wiping his brow on the back of his forearm.
“It’s the first time you have, since you’ve been here,” Caleb added, slipping his fingers from Isaac’s back entrance.
A hoot of hysteria left me. I was well and truly owned by my giggling. It felt good, more than good. A whole load of something black and heavy was releasing from me, and it had taken the sight of Caleb’s cum-soaked face and the feel of it dripping from mine to set me off.
When my breathing returned under control I went into the bathroom. Caleb had just wandered out and his face was clean again as we passed at the doorway. He smiled but it was clear he was keen to get back to Isaac.
I ran the water, washed my hands, splashed my face then dried it on one of the small, hard towels the men used. Despite my constant laundry efforts it smelled of them, masculine and earthy and I pressed my face into it, thought of what we’d just done together.
It had been off-the-scale sexy; that was for sure, to see Isaac enjoying us so much, touching him and kissing each other. It made up for the fact that he’d slept out in the snow the night before when we’d been in bed, creating heat and passion, thinking only of each other.
I sighed and hoped sex between us wouldn’t change our relationship. Could they really keep it casual? Satisfying a basic instinct and nothing more? Because much as I adored my two wolf-men, I wasn’t ready to fall into another relationship with either or both of them. My grief at losing Aimery and Ryle was still too raw. Like a wound on my heart it had barely scabbed over and I certainly couldn’t forget it was there. It would take me years to accept their deaths and whatever happened I’d always be scarred by my loss.
Biting my bottom lip to control my emotions, I went back in to the living room. Caleb was resting lengthways on the sofa with a sleeping Isaac in his arms. They were almost one being, so comfortably wound around each other.
Caleb was staring at the fire, watching the flames reaching into the chimney and dancing in the mischievous draughts that caught them.
For a moment I just looked at him. Wondering what he was thinking and also marveling at his beauty and the beauty of the man he held too. But it was more than the physical. It was the way they were so connected, so in love, so utterly selfless when it came to making the other happy no matter what the situation. They’d ostracized themselves from their pack, their families, to be together. Some might say that the ultimate sacrifice had also resulted in the ultimate love.
I swallowed down that damn sob again and cleared my throat.
Caleb turned to me and a gentle smile spread across his face. “We’ve worn him out,” he said quietly and then brushed his hand over Isaac’s cheek, moving a strand of hair. “He needs to rest after his efforts to find Elfrida.”
“Yeah, I’m tired too. I think I’ll lie down for an hour or two.”
He frowned. “Want to squeeze on here, with us?”
“No, it’s fine, you two have some time alone.”
“But you could—”
“No, really, I’ll be better in my bed. I need…” My words trailed off. What I needed was Aimery and Ryle and the love that we shared to be alive and real again. I wanted what Caleb and Isaac had, a lifetime together. But that wasn’t to be, not now. Now I was a widow, a double widow, with nothing to show for my time with my husbands except a few wonderful memories.
“I understand the need to be alone,” Caleb said. “I’ll call you when I serve up dinner. Hopefully you’ll have an appetite.”
“Thanks.” Relieved to be understood and excused, I turned and went in to my small cabin bedroom and shut the door. The air was cool so I slunk beneath the covers and pulled them over my head, heating the small space with my breath. Tears soon slipped silently down my cheeks, soaking the pillow and reddening my eyes. But I didn’t care and I didn’t mind. Like I’d had to let my hysterical laughter out, I also had to let the grief out. Had to acknowledge that it hadn’t gone away. That big old lump of sorrow for my dead vampires and my old life was eating away at me and I had to at least acknowledge the gnawing pain.
Chapter Fifteen
“Shh. You’ll wake her.”
“No, she’s out for the count.”
“Be careful then. Don’t move her leg too much.”
The sound of deep, male voices infiltrated my dream and I twisted on the bed. I became aware of a hand around my ankle and cool air on my right foot.
“Push it on a bit more,” Caleb whispered.
“I am,” Isaac replied testily.
A firmer pressure and the softness of fur wrapped around the sole of my foot and over my ankle.
I cracked open my eyes to the morning light and peered at the end of the bed.
“That’s it,” Caleb said, “It’s on.”
“What are you doing?” I asked, propping onto my elbows.
They both stilled and looked up at me from their crouched positions. They had guilty expressions on their faces, mussed up bed-hair and were, as usual, shirtless.
“Well?” I said, looking at the carefully crafted leather boot on my right foot.
“We were, um…just checking it for size,” Caleb said, running his hand up the boot that I now noticed stretched to my knee.
“I think we can safely say it fits.” I waggled my toes, loving the feel of proper footwear, with a hard sole beneath and support around my ankle and calves. “Does it have a friend?”
“Of course.” Isaac held up a matching boot.
“Excellent.” I pushed off the covers and swung my feet to the floor. My lack of suitable shoes was the only thing stopping me from having time out of the cabin now that I knew about the protection Caleb and Isaac could afford me in their wolf-forms. And, judging by the sunlight streaming through the thin cotton curtain, the threatening storm still hadn’t arrived and today would be perfect for a trip out.
“Caleb was up half the night finishing these,” Isaac said as he slipped the other boot on and tightened the crossover suede laces. “We just hope they fit. It was difficult to measure your foot size against your high-heels.”
“They fit perfectly.” Even if they didn’t, they certainly felt as though they did. After no decent shoes for months a pair of handcrafted boots were the epitome of luxury.
I stood, my shirt falling over my thighs and my bare legs pale against the nutty brown of the boot. They were flat, super-soft and hugged my lower legs.
“I love them.” I looked at Caleb. “Thank you so much.” My eyes filled up again, even though I’d thought I’d spent all my tears last night as I’d fallen asleep—not waking for dinner or even as dawn broke.
“Don’t cry,” he said, a frown plowing across his forehead.
“But it’s just…” I rubbed my eyes. The boots represented so much more than footwear. They were a sign that I could walk out of these four walls, protected of course, but I was no longer a prisoner because of my inability to put one foot in front of the other in my new environment. Maybe now I could also emotionally start to move on.
I tilted my chin, sucked in a breath, and smiled. “I won’t cry, not out of sadness, but out of gratitude, for everything you do and are still doing for me.”
Caleb stood, unfolding his long body and towering over me. He touched my cheek with his thumb knuckle and smiled. “We adore you, Bea. We’ll do anything to keep you safe.”
“And make you happy again,” Isaac added with a stern expression. “You came to us for a reason. The moon was full that night. She called to us and deliv
ered us to you. Presume it coincidence if you want, but it’s fate; we were meant to save you.”
“Why?” I asked, reaching out and stroking my finger down Isaac’s bulging bicep. I was still in awe of him, still fascinated by his big, rough, tough body.
“Because more awaits you,” Isaac said. “This may feel like a long and excruciatingly cold winter here with us, but in the grand scheme of things it’s nothing…you’re special.”
I huffed. “It’s nice of you to say so, but I’m no one really, just Bea from the market, that’s all.”
Caleb rested his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “You’re certainly not a no one; you’re kind and brave and giving and beautiful.”
“But I have nothing to offer you in return for your kindness.”
Caleb grinned. “We don’t actually want anything in return, but if it makes you feel better you could cook some more eggs up for breakfast.”
An hour later Caleb gave me another gift. A long, warm coat made of fur and suede. Like the boots it was also brown but a lighter, more delicate shade and the fur around the hood contained flecks of caramel—I suspected it was deer. It fit me in a way that made sure there were no draughts around my neck or wrists and it came down as far as the top of the boots to fend off wind chill.
I was thrilled with my new outdoor gear. It was better than anything I’d ever bought on a trip to Camden Market and more luxurious than any Christmas or birthday present I’d ever received.
I spun a circle, arms out to the sides and a sense of freedom coming over me. “Shall we go then, to the Ridge, test it out?”
“You’re still on about the Ridge?” Caleb said, raising his eyebrows. ”Really?”
“Yes, show me some of this beautiful place I’ve been living in for the last few months. I need fresh air, sun on my face, snow underfoot.” I held up my leg, flashing him the base of my new boot.
“I think we’d be safer staying closer to the cabin,” he said, shaking his head and glancing at Isaac.
Isaac shrugged. “How about we start off at the cabin and see how things smell.”
