by Morgan Fox
She tightened her hold on Ryder, as she cried out, “Oh, God.” Her body rocked with her release. “No more,” she breathed, her body growing limp in Ryder’s arms.
Brody rose to his feet, groaning as he swiped his tongue over his lips as if savoring the taste that lingered. Brody’s feral gaze had her body warming once again. Her toes curled as he stepped back and stalked over to the table that was used to hold their workout supplies. With one aggressive sweep of his arm, he cleared the table of its contents. His lust-filled eyes set their sights on her.
She sucked in a breath as Ryder lifted her up from her feet. His fingers teasing the side of her breast, his other arm locked under her knees. He held her so close to his body she could feel each time he took a breath, each muscle that flexed beneath her as he moved.
His dark eyes bore down on her, longing and desire burning like molten lava in his erotic gaze. He placed her on the sturdy table and climbed up over her. The muscles of his arms tensed as he lowered himself, resting on his elbows. His powerful body crushed down on her, trapping her within the strength that had always excited her. Unexplainable sensations were tearing through her as he held himself still over her.
Instinctively she spread her legs, wrapping them around his waist, arching her hips to entice him. “Please, Ryder. I need you.” Her husky, pleading voice did not sound like her own. “Don’t stop. I need to feel you inside me.”
She reached up to cup his face, raising her head to capture his lips. His insatiable kiss fueled her body. She clung to him, wrapping her arms around him, pulling herself so close to him. Her nipples teased the firm plains of his chest.
Ryder broke from the kiss, his eyes once again dark and filled with hunger. He brought his hand to her leg, pushing it up, opening her wide. She lowered herself onto the table, gazing down at their bodies. She watched as his cock pressed closer, teasing over the slickness of her pussy.
She lifted her arms over her head, her fingers tangling in her hair. She arched her hips, silently begging him to fill her. Slowly, he did, shoving his thickness inside her, deliciously stretching her sheath. She gasped and moaned, rolling her eyes into the back of her head. The stunning sensations left her body clinging to his.
“Yes,” she cried, as he began rocking his hips, plunging deeper and deeper inside her. “Feels so good.” The heels of her feet dug into the firm globes of his ass, driving him harder, faster. She was ravenous for the pleasure they gave her. “I want more. I need more.” Her wild cries were maddening, driving her beyond reason.
Then, within a heartbeat, Ryder had her flipped over facedown on the table. But instead of longways, she was bent over. Her ass hung off on one side of the table, while her breasts were firmly pressed against it. Then Ryder’s cock was once again lodged deep inside her pussy. His pace and animalistic fury had her gasping, clawing the table.
Brody moved to stand on the other side of the table. His hands cupped the sides of her face, his fingers combing through her hair. His erection was poised in front of her face and she licked her lips, wanting to taste him as he had so wonderfully savored her.
She reached out, digging her nails into his buttocks, pulling him forward to take his cock into her mouth. One lick and she felt his fingers tighten in her hair. She nibbled at the head, biting in a way she knew he loved. Then she opened her mouth to take him as deep as she could, sucking him to the beat that Ryder designated. With each thrust of Ryder’s hips against her ass, she sucked and slurped over the tight, smooth skin of Brody’s cock. He hissed as she did the torturous things to him she knew would drive him wild. With one hand she cupped and massaged his balls, while the other pulled back the skin of his shaft, heightening the pleasure her greedy mouth provided.
“That’s it baby,” Brody muttered. “So damn sweet.” He flipped her hair back, keeping her face exposed to his hungry gaze.
Then the driving force of Ryder’s cock inside her slowed, and she gazed up to see Brody staring at Ryder. Before she knew what was happening, Ryder was guiding her to the workout bench. She arched a brow as he lay flat on his back, his hand stroking his long, thick shaft.
Her brow rose higher as Brody tossed a bottle of lubricant into Ryder’s free hand. He slicked up his cock and then eyed her. “I’ll need your ass,” he told her.
Warmth crept up her face, her nipples hardening. A sudden shiver of complete wickedness filled her from head to toe as she pieced together what they three of them were preparing to do. She sucked in a sharp breath as Brody kissed her.
“Don’t worry.” He kissed her again. “We won’t hurt you.”
Ryder sat up on the bench, curving his finger, coaxing her to come closer. “Bend over,” he softly demanded, his fingers teasing up the inside of her thigh.
She quivered, parting her legs and bending at the waist. She placed her hands on the bench as Ryder poured the cool lubricant down the crease of her ass. Her pulse quickened as he teased her anus, gently shoving one finger inside her, forcing her tight ring to give slightly. There was no pain, but lots of pressure, and she was grateful that he’d give her body time to adjust before he inserted a second finger.
She pushed to her toes as he slowly pleasured her, sliding in and out with care. She squeezed her eyes shut as a third finger began to stretch and burn. Still it wasn’t so much pain she felt, but of primal, heated pressure and pleasure.
“Are you okay, baby?” Ryder’s deep voice soothed her, making her quiver in delight.
She nodded, pushing back against his strokes. “I want more,” she begged. “I want more now.”
She heard the tear of a condom, and her eyes were fixed on Ryder as he slid the latex condom over his fierce erection. Then he lay down on the bench. She licked her dry lips as he called her over to him.
“Face Brody,” he demanded, his husky tone sending jolts of tingles along her spine.
She nodded again, unable to speak. As she spread her legs over the bench, Ryder held her hips, guiding her down until she felt the thick swell of his cock against her tight ring.
“Relax, baby,” he growled, easing her down on his cock.
Slowly, he pushed past the restrictive ring and she hissed as his cock filled her. Her body vibrated with a sensation she’d never experienced before. No one had ever pleasured her in such an erotic, naughty, wickedly wonderful way.
Practically sitting on his lap, Ryder eased her back against him. The small of her back rested against his abdomen. Brody stepped forward, lifting her legs up, hooking them over his shoulders as he shoved into the depths of her wet pussy.
“Oh, God,” she cried out, as the euphoria of being filled by her lovers shocked the air from her lungs.
Brody kissed her hard as their cocks drilled deep inside her. His shaft glided over the silken walls of her pussy. Blazing fires ignited inside her as they possessed her body completely. Nothing had ever felt so good, so exquisite.
She thought she would melt into a puddle as Ryder’s hands massaged and teased her breasts, while Brody kissed her, his incisors scraping against her chin as he shifted his kisses down to her neck. She arched, her body burning so hot she waited for the moment she would spontaneously combust.
She couldn’t believe the things they did to her and made her feel. She could hardly keep from hyperventilating. She clasped onto Ryder’s thighs as her body began to convulse. The wicked pleasure she found with her lovers, her mates tore her apart. She cried out, the wild scream more panther than human.
A possessive growl roared from behind her as she felt Ryder’s pace quicken. Brody did the same, his cock plowing into the depths of her sheath. Almost in unison, they came. Tiny pulsing shudders filled her pussy, and she was more exhausted and satisfied than she’d ever been.
She wasn’t sure how long they lay that way before one of them moved. But she honestly didn’t care if they stayed that way forever. Never in her life had she imagined a pleasure so great, a connection so perfect.
She finally opened her eyes and saw Bro
dy staring down at her with a wicked, mouthwatering grin. She nibbled her bottom lip, feeling her body respond to him, a craving that left her wanting him again.
He stood and pulled her into his arms, cupping her face and kissing her. “I love you,” he murmured between kisses. “I’ve always loved you.”
A warm, buttery sensation settled in her belly. “I love you, too,” she whispered, her heart overwhelmed with joy.
Ryder moved to clean himself and returned to steal her from Brody’s arms. “I know I’m supposed to play nice, but right now I don’t feel like sharing.”
Bianca giggled and Brody growled. “I don’t think Brody appreciates your naughty behavior,” she pointed out.
A crooked grin tugged at his lips. “Do you appreciate my naughty behavior?”
Bianca’s cheeks heated as she remembered all the times they had wanted to be together, to be each other’s firsts. She lowered her eyes, feeling strangely coy.
“What are you thinking about?” Ryder asked.
“I was just thinking back.” She licked her dry lips. “You were supposed to be my first.”
“I was,” he said in a statement, not a question. “Was I not the first man to take you the way I did?”
Her eyes met his. She hadn’t considered that. “Oh, my God, you’re right,” she said, a fluttering giggle erupting from her chest. “How perfect.”
“No,” Brody snapped, tugging on her arm to pull her toward him. She crashed into his chest, feeling like a piñata. “What’s perfect is being here with you.”
Ryder growled, but before he could yank her away from Brody, she jerked her head in his direction, wrapped her fingers around the back of Ryder’s neck, and brought his lips to hers. Brody’s fingers kneaded the flesh of her back and side as she greedily tasted Ryder’s lips.
“Now this is what I call perfect,” she whispered, her heart racing. “Being with the men I love, feeling their love for me…that’s what’s perfect.” She positioned herself between them, pulling their arms around her. “I don’t know what the two of you said to one another to give me this moment, but I can’t thank you enough.” She shook her head, a sob rising from her chest. “You’ve completed me.” She kissed Brody and then Ryder, her body warm beneath their touch. “I want this feeling to last forever. I want you both forever.”
Ryder trailed the backs of his knuckles over her cheek, tenderly caressing her skin. His eyes were filled with the joy she was elated to see. She feared more than anything, that he would never come to terms with being able to accept her and Brody. But he had. Her alpha had come through for her once again.
“How do you feel about taking a trip with me and Brody?” Ryder asked, his lips curving into a smile.
“Where are we going?” She gazed from Ryder to Brody and back again.
Ryder kissed her tenderly. “Next month, Tiffany and Zane will be getting married at McCarthy Ranch, and Brody, you, and I have been officially invited.”
“Me, too?”
He smiled. “Yes. It seems you made a very good impression with several of the lycans. In fact, they kept asking me how you learned to fight so well.”
She giggled. “Stop teasing.”
“He’s not,” Brody answered. “Things might not have turned out exactly how you planned, Bianca, but everyone knows that without you, we wouldn’t be free of Lilly and the virus.” He smiled, brushing back her hair.
Tenderly, Brody took her hand and she clasped Ryder’s as Brody led them to the shower. Together they washed away the past and welcomed a bright and better future, one filled with love. Bianca’s world was finally complete, her heart and soul were at peace, and she now possessed the family she’d always desired and the chance to be accepted.
Her heart galloped in her chest, slamming against her ribs as if she’d run a mile at full speed. She clutched their hands to her chest and then kissed their knuckles. Happiness rained down on her, and it was all because of the men who cherished and loved her, never giving up on her.
“Thank you for loving me, for protecting me,” she said, her eyes taking in the loving sight of her mates, her lovers.
“Always,” they said in unison, and she believed them.
Epilogue
One year later
Staring in the full-size mirror, Bianca thought she was going to be sick. Nerves pummeled her insides like swinging hammers, leaving her with a foul, acidic taste lingering at the back of her throat. As she blinked heavily, her reflection wasn’t getting any better. There was just too much white.
Silently giggling, she thought about the reasons women wore white on their wedding day and realized that she didn’t actually qualify. But Ryder and Brody both wanted her in white and they wanted her down the aisle in less than twenty minutes.
“You look absolutely beautiful,” Brie told Bianca, wrapping her in a tender embrace and placing her chin on her shoulder.
Bianca meet Brie’s bright blue gaze in the mirror. “Thank you for being here, Brie. You have come to mean so much to me.”
Brie smiled. “Funny you should say that,” Brie started, and then the room filled with so many adoring faces.
Tiffany, Tabitha, and Megan gathered in around her, all wearing the most stunning bridesmaids dresses Bianca had ever seen. Tiffany and Tabitha had an eye for design, and Bianca was grateful they had taken over that particular duty. If the decision had been left up to Bianca, the gals would’ve been wearing combat boots and military-issued fatigues.
“Wow,” Bianca said, turning to take in the view of all four gorgeous women. “You guys look amazing.”
Bianca’s heart fluttered as she realized the women smiling at her had become her friends. More than that, they had become her sisters. And as strange as it was, they weren’t even members of her own pack. All those years of trying to fight her way back into the life she once had and she never even had to. She just had to fall in love with Ryder and Brody and everything worked out. Her eyes watered. Damn it, she hated crying.
“Oh, don’t do that. You’ll jack up your makeup.” Tiffany scrambled to get a tissue, bumping into Megan’s rounding belly. “Sorry, I keep forgetting how big that thing is.”
Megan rolled her eyes. “How can you forget? I’m so large now I have my own zip code.”
They all giggled and Bianca’s heart filled with joy.
Brie placed her hand on her own belly, her eyes softening, but then before anyone noticed her involuntary reaction, she shook off the sentiment. “So are we ready to get married or what?” Brie asked, taking Bianca by her hand.
Bianca’s eyes narrowed, taking in Brie fully. Then she glanced over at Tiffany, who was grinning wider than normal. Something didn’t feel right, and Bianca didn’t like not knowing what that something was.
“Okay, spill it,” Bianca said. “What’s going on? I can feel it. The two of you are…giddy.”
Brie gathered Bianca’s hands in hers and smiled. “Today is your day. Let’s have a girl’s lunch when you get back from your honeymoon.”
“Oh, yes, let’s do that,” Tabitha said. “I just love our lunches. All the naughty conversations we have.” Her brows rose up and down provocatively.
“Megan scoffed. “I hope I’ve had this baby by then,” she muttered. “I’m likely to need to be rolled into the hospital by the time I actually deliver.” She groaned. “I swear this baby’s Dominic’s because it’s as stubborn as hell and I’m sure just as big.”
Again they all giggled.
Bianca once again locked eyes with Brie, and even though Brie smiled, Bianca could feel that something was off. “I know this is my day, but are you sure you’re okay,” she whispered, pulling Brie a little closer. “I could never have done any of this without you by my side. You’ve been there for me since the second you found out Ryder and Brody asked me to marry them. Please don’t make me worry about you. My honeymoon will suck, and not in a good way.”
Brie smiled softly, her eyes filled with worry. She sighed.
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��Oh, you might as well say it while everyone’s here,” Tiffany told her sister. “Besides, Megan could pop at any moment.”
“I wish,” Megan growled.
Brie’s gaze darted from Megan to Bianca. “I’m…pregnant.”
“Oh. My. God,” Tabitha shouted, rushing to hug her best friend. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
Brie gasped. Tabitha’s hug was apparently a tight one. “I just found out yesterday.”
Bianca smiled. “This is the best news I’ve heard all day.”
“Well, it’s about to get even better,” Tiffany said, taking Bianca by the arm. “You’ve got two gorgeous men out there wanting to make you theirs in front of everyone.”
Brie came up on her other side. “Let’s not keep them waiting another moment.”
As Tiffany, Tabitha, Megan, and Brie moved into position down by the altar, Sebastian stepped from the shadows, dressed in the finest tuxedo Bianca had ever seen. The tall, muscular alpha was simply dashing. His dark gaze settled on hers.
“Are you ready?” he asked, reaching out his arm for her to take.
Bianca’s heart revved, pounding with a fierce intensity. Unable to speak, she nodded, sliding her hand into the crook of his arm.
“You look beautiful, by the way,” Sebastian whispered as the music filled the room.
She gazed up at him, tears filling her eyes. “Thank you for walking me down the aisle,” she said softly. “I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to lead me down to my future.”
Both there gazes shifted to see Ryder and Brody grinning. Sebastian smiled, his other hand covering hers in a gesture that showed how much he cared for her.
Bianca inhaled deeply. As she and Sebastian walked down the aisle, her eyes drank in her lovers. Ryder’s dark gaze locked onto hers, pulling her toward him with the power of desire and love, just as Brody’s did. They both wore black tuxedos. But while Ryder’s tie was black, Brody’s was red. When Bianca had asked them about it, they’d only told her that it was an inside joke and she accepted that.
