He had no idea how long they kept her hovering over the cliff of release. Judging from her shuddering, straining body, it had been a while.
Dylan slipped his fingers inside her pussy testing her readiness, and she clamped down around him, trying to keep him inside her body. He pulled them out and sucked them clean.
“Either fuck me or let me go. I’m sure that either Daniel or Josiah would be happy to give me their cock if you’re not willing,” she practically snarled.
Rising, he leaned over her. “Oh, I’m more than willing, sugar.” He held out his hand hoping like hell one of the other guys had a condom.
Daniel slapped one into his hand, and Dylan quickly sheathed himself. Gripping Hollis around the waist, he lifted her. Keeping her braced against the tree, he set his cock at her opening and entered her on a single thrust. Her cry split the night. Her tight channel gripped him like a fist. He had to pause or it would be over before they’d even begun.
Hollis groaned, trapped between a tree and Dylan. Her feet dangled off the ground, so she wrapped them around his waist. Josiah and Daniel had released her hands so she balanced herself by hanging on to Dylan’s broad shoulders. She glanced at the others, they were watching avidly. They’d stripped off their clothes and were now stroking their erections.
She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Not only was she having sex with a near stranger while her lovers watched, but she was enjoying it. A fresh rush of moisture dampened her pussy.
“You like this don’t you, sugar? Knowing my cock is buried balls deep inside you while your men are watching.”
She didn’t respond. She couldn’t. The denial that sprang immediately to her lips was a lie. A huge lie. She loved the lust in their eyes, the pre-cum leaking from their cocks.
Without warning, without even a preliminary advance and retreat, Dylan withdrew then slammed home, fucking her hard and fast, powering into her over and over. The rough bark of the tree scraped at her skin even through the fabric of her shirt.
The angle was incredible. His wide, thick head relentlessly rubbed against the sensitive bundle of nerves in her pussy. She couldn’t have held back if she wanted to. Her internal muscles rippled and contracted, trying to hold onto him with a vise-like grip, but he kept pushing into her. He fucked her like a man possessed while she screamed out her release to the night sky.
Abruptly, he stopped, lowering them both to the ground. He lay back in the grass beneath the tree, keeping her impaled on his thick shaft. The cool grass tickled her knees as she straddled him. Distantly, she noticed Daniel disappear into the house and rush back out, the screen door slamming behind him.
Josiah knelt behind her and carefully removed her shirt and bra, baring her completely to Dylan’s gaze. There wasn’t even the barest twinge of embarrassment over her body. Being intimate with Josiah and Daniel had cured her of those feelings of inadequacy better than any course of therapy ever could have.
Reaching around her, Josiah cupped her breasts, rolling and tugging at her nipples. She squirmed with pleasure.
“That’s it, Holl,” Daniel said as he handed something to Josiah then continued to stroke his cock. “Soak him with your cream.” Inhaling deeply, he closed his eyes before opening them again and capturing her in his nearly black gaze. “I can smell how wet you are. How much you want this. Want us.”
Josiah pushed her forward until she was lying against Dylan’s chest, her painfully tight nipples abraded by his sweat-dampened skin. She jumped, startled by the chilly gel on Josiah’s fingers as he worked them into her ass. He worked his fingers in and out, prepping her for the much thicker width of his cock—the cock that was covered in latex, slicked with lube and prodding the tight ring of muscle.
Gripping her hips, he worked his way inside her, increment by slow increment until his balls brushed her ass. A sudden shiver riffled through her, and her body tried to adjust to the invasion. She looked up to see Daniel staring at her, dark lust etching his face.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Holl,” he rasped.
Dylan thrust into her from beneath, and her eyes drifted shut. Josiah withdrew and pushed back in on Dylan’s retreat. With slow, measured movements they pumped in and out of her. The delicious slide of their cocks inside her combined with the memory of Daniel’s raw, hungry gaze made her wetter than she’d ever been.
Forcing her eyes open, she met Daniel’s eyes and beckoned him closer. When he reached her side, she tilted her head back and craned her neck to look up to see his face. “Give me your cock,” she said.
He dropped to his knees at Dylan’s shoulder and brushed the hot, swollen head across her mouth. She parted her lips and let him slip inside. The salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum drifted over her tongue as she lapped at him.
“Take him deeper, sugar,” Dylan rasped from beneath her as he watched Daniel’s cock slide in and out of her mouth. Dylan drew a shuddery breath. “That’s about the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Her tummy fluttered at his harsh praise. She sucked Daniel deeper, and he groaned her name at the action, the guttural sound spreading goose bumps over her skin.
That last little stimulus was almost too much. Her nerve endings screamed with near overload. All this hot, hard muscle pressed against her. Three huge cocks plunging inside her oh-so-willing body—her pussy, mouth and ass utterly filled. It was almost more than she could stand, but at the same time she wanted more.
Daniel’s thrusts were getting wilder. He clutched her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. The sharp tugs of pain heightened every other sensation, but she kept drawing on his cock, wanting to make him come.
“Holl!”
It was the only warning she had before he exploded in hot, salty spurts over her tongue and down her throat. She swallowed him down and hung on to Dylan for dear life. It was as though Daniel’s release set off a chain reaction. The other men lost all sense of restraint. No longer taking turns filling her. Instead, they plunged into her with raw, needy strokes. Josiah’s balls slapped against her flesh, twisting the urgency that coiled in her middle even tighter. She couldn’t even try to move; she could only hold on for dear life and hope that when she burst—and she would—that there were be enough of her left to pick up the pieces.
Both men strained against her. Josiah reached around and squeezed her breasts, sharply pinching her nipples. It was all she needed. Her scream lodged in her throat, but her release roared through her. Her pussy and ass spasmed around their cocks, and she pulled them both headlong into the oblivion of release.
* * * *
After they’d cleaned up, Hollis had demanded answers. Josiah couldn’t blame her for wanting to know what the hell. He knew he’d want all the details if he’d found himself in a similar situation. Her determination and open mindedness were two of the things he was growing to love about her, and he knew that Daniel felt the same way. It was any guess how Dylan truly felt, but Josiah could tell that he liked her.
Daniel told her about his first shift and how he and Josiah had met in college. They explained that while it was hereditary—running in primarily Native American families—it also had the possibility to skip several generations like it had with him.
“So I’m not going to turn into Catwoman if someone say…” she looked at Daniel, “bites me during sex?”
Dylan chuckled. “The only thing you’d be in danger of would be hickies.”
She nodded, amusement playing around her lips. “Good to know.” She shifted on Daniel’s lap, underneath the blanket that covered both of them. Her eye closed, and her head lolled back against his shoulders. “You should stop that,” she murmured. “Unless you’re prepared to share with the rest of the class.
Daniel tossed the covering aside and bared them both, revealing his fingers lazily caressing her pussy. Shiny with her juices, he brought his fingers to his mouth, watching her face as he sucked them clean. None of them missed how she squirmed and pressed her legs tightly together.
; He hooked his hands under her thighs and draped her legs over the top of his before spreading his wide and taking hers with him. Dylan groaned at the sight of her bared cunt and dropped the floor between their spread legs. “I’m so glad there’s enough to share with the class.”
Lowering his head, he swiped his tongue over her pussy, lapping up her juices while Daniel teased her nipples into tight little peaks. Trailing kisses upward over the soft mound of her stomach, Josiah nudged Daniel’s hand away and sucked a swollen bud into his mouth. Pushing her breasts together, he slid back and forth, working one sensitive nipple then the other until she writhed on Daniel’s lap.
“Please,” she whispered against his ear. “I need you inside me.”
Josiah tossed Daniel a condom, and he readied himself in record time. Lifting her by the waist, he moaned as she took the long, slow slide down his rigid cock. The sight of it disappearing inside her tight pussy was almost enough to make Josiah spill in his half-buttoned jeans.
“Jesus,” he whispered, unable to form any other words.
Daniel locked an arm around her waist and scooted them forward to the edge of the couch. He motioned Josiah nearer as Hollis drew Dylan to his feet and reached for his cock, tugging him to her lips. Dylan’s eyes practically rolled back in his head as she nearly engulfed the entire length.
Josiah took Dylan’s place between their legs and sucked her still damp nipple into his mouth as he stroked his shaft, purposely rubbing the head against her sweetly swollen clit. She cried out, the sound muffled by Dylan’s cock as she continued to work it in and out of her mouth.
Josiah took pity on her and released her nipple to trail kisses down to her pussy. Lapping up her sweet juices, he quickly brought her to the edge as he felt Daniel moving within her. Going down on her while she was being fucked made him harder than he would have thought possible. He flicked his tongue over her clit, never letting up even when Dylan was coming down her throat. As soon as Dylan pulled free of her lips, Josiah sucked her swollen nub between his lips, bit down ever so slightly then pulled back.
She shattered, and it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Her pebbled nipples jutted into the air and her skin was flushed pink. Her eyes closed and her lips parted on a desperate scream as Daniel pounded into her from beneath.
The sight of her release was too much for him. There was no warning, there was just him coming all over her stomach and inner thigh. She cried out and jerked again on Daniel’s cock as soon as his release splattered against her skin. There was something earthy and almost primal in seeing his cum decorating her skin.
Daniel flopped back against the couch. “For fuck’s sake. Be careful where you point that.”
Hollis lay back against him, absently trailing her fingers through the white smears covering her skin and sighing contentedly.
Chapter Seven
Hollis unlocked the door to the little cabin, went inside and checked the time. Almost two a.m. The guys had wanted her to stay, but she convinced them that she’d get more sleep at home. Particularly since she had to be up early for school. Of course, so did they.
The truth was, she needed to think. Her mind was so full she was sure half the thoughts had leaked out her ears already. Shape shifters, threesomes, and now foursomes, for God’s sake! Not to mention mates? She could barely tackle one of these issues at a time, let alone all of them at once.
The existence of shape shifters was hard enough to come to terms with. What else was real? Vampires? Zombies? Hell, maybe she’d catch a glimpse of Sasquatch if she left the habitat cams up long enough. She rubbed her hand over her face.
She’d almost gotten to a point earlier when she thought she was okay with it. But to be fair, her hormones had been in overdrive and she’d been distracted by the three, hot, naked men who’d wanted her. Her body hummed with the memory of their possession. They’d definitely gotten her. Maybe her comfort level had more to do with hormone fueled lust than anything else. She certainly wasn’t the first woman who’d ignored good common sense in favor of sex. And she was positive she wouldn’t be the last. She still couldn’t believe she’d had sex with three men. Twice.
Making sense of the whole shape shifter thing was hard enough, but when she added in the whole mate aspect… She really, really liked the guys, but was that enough to buy into this idea of mates? Was it love? An ache flared in her chest. Even if it was love or could grow to be love for her, wasn’t it just a biological imperative for them. Using their instincts, they sensed she was their mate. That didn’t mean they loved her. It just meant that she helped fulfill a need for their species. Or maybe, it was more about her knowing. It wasn’t that they really wanted her, it just meant that it was easier to mate with someone who already knew the secret. That way she had a vested interest in keeping it quiet. Nothing more. Nothing less. And that hurt more than anything.
The thoughts battered her as relentlessly as the waves hit the shore. After tossing and turning all night, she finally gave up and called in sick. There was no possible way she’d be of any use to the kids like this. She wasn’t even sure she could make it to the school without driving straight into the lake. Pulling on some clothes, she wandered over to the diner hoping she wasn’t too early for breakfast.
Maggie looked up in surprise when Hollis walked in, the bells jingling obnoxiously above her head. Had she ever liked the sound? Clearly, she was an idiot.
Her friend hurried over to her. “Honey, what’s the matter? Are you okay?”
“Yes.” She nodded, but tears sprang to her eyes. “No. Not really.”
Maggie took her by the hand and led her to a table in the back. “What’s going on?” she asked as soon as they sat down.
In fits and starts and over several cups of coffee, Hollis spilled the entire story. Well, she’d left out the shape shifting bits. That wasn’t her secret to tell. But she tried to get across that she thought both men were more interested in…tradition than love. Through it all, Maggie refilled Hollis’ cup and listened patiently.
When Hollis had finally finished spilling the entire story, Maggie leaned forward and took a sip from her own cup. “It seems like there are some parts of the story missing.” She held up her hand when Hollis opened her mouth. “I’m not going to ask what. It’s none of my business. But sometimes there are some…unexpected or even downright weird things, particularly in a relationship with more than two people. It doesn’t mean that the people in question don’t love and love strongly. It just means that they have different issues at play, too.”
Hollis started at Maggie turning over what the other woman had said in her mind. She also thought about the things that Maggie had avoided saying—the things she’d alluded to. Hollis’ eyes widened as several things about Lucas and Quinn clicked into place.
“It’s not the easiest lifestyle to live, but for us, it’s worth it. Now, I’m not telling you what to do. But I am suggesting that you talk to the guys about how they feel before you make any sweeping decisions.”
Hollis gave Maggie a hug and went back to the cabin. Sitting on the couch, she pulled a blanket over her lap and thought about what she was going to say and how she’d say it. The thing was, the more she thought about it, she was pretty sure she was more than half in love with both of them already.
* * * *
Daniel glanced at Josiah as they raced down M-41. “Try her again.”
“I’ve been trying her this whole time. She’s not picking up.”
They’d left school as soon as he could find someone to cover for them. Daniel’s heart was in his throat. Had they pushed her too fast? Too hard? Had they managed to push her completely away?
Including Dylan had been a risk, but she’d welcomed it. She’d even initiated things the second round. She’d been glorious. But maybe she’d been caught up in the moment and regretted everything that happened.
But she’d seemed fine when she’d left. He should have insisted that she stay.
“No, you shouldn’t
have.”
Daniel turned to look at him.
“What?” Josiah asked. “I can hear you thinking from here.”
Daniel pulled the car into the spot next to Maggie’s, relief sluicing over him like a waterfall. He’d been terrified that when they arrived, she’d be on her way back to New York already. That all of this had been too much to handle and they’d chased her away. Hopping out of the car, they pounded on her door. Daniel was just about ready to try the back door when he saw movement behind the curtains. Bouncing impatiently on the balls of his feet, he waited for Hollis to open the door.
Chill, dude, Josiah said into his mind.
At his first glimpse of her face, he felt awful. Dark circles bruised the skin beneath her eyes, and she looked like she hadn’t slept in at least a week. Confusion marred her brow as she looked at the clock on the wall and back to them.
“What’s going on?” she asked. “Is everything okay?”
“Well, that kinda depends on you,” Josiah said before Daniel could respond. “Are you okay?”
“I’m okay. I just didn’t sleep at all last night, so I’m feeling crummy.”
Daniel noticed that she couldn’t quite meet their eyes.
He lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You want to share with the rest of the class?”
She blushed fiercely at the reference to last night, but he figured it was as good as anything to get whatever was bothering her out in the open. Taking her hand, he led her to the couch and tugged her down next to him.
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