by Roxie Noir
“No!” said Sloane. “I was kidding. Here,” she said, taking the band of it and lifting it quickly over her head, letting her generous bosom bounce free.
The bra was forgotten immediately as Trevor leaned forward, closing his teeth around one perfect, dusky pink nipple. Sloane gasped as the sharp pleasure sliced through her core and Austin’s hands on her hips nearly slammed her backwards, Trevor’s good hand on her other nipple.
She moaned out loud then, only for Austin to quickly put a hand over her mouth.
“Don’t wake up Barb and Bill,” he whispered in her ear, the closeness of his voice making her skin prickle.
“Sorry,” she breathed.
Her hands found Trevor’s belt buckle, and then he was undoing it slowly, their bodies still pressed together, the zipper on his jeans lowering notch by notch, sending jolts of anticipation through the three of them. Sloane felt like she could hardly breathe for desire, and had to keep reminding herself to do it.
Finally, she reached into Trevor’s pants, expecting to feel his rock-hard erection through his boxers, but instead she found warm, hot skin, and Trevor growled into her.
“Oh,” she said softly, feeling his hand tighten on her as his cock in her hand hardened even more, his desire evident.
“He didn’t want to borrow my underwear,” Austin said. “I don’t blame him.”
Trevor moved to his knees, pushing Sloane backwards, and in a few movements the pants he’d borrowed from Austin were on the floor. He winced, putting his weight on his bad hand, but nothing could stop him from moving toward Sloane, the three of them now on their knees, Trevor naked, Sloane and Austin topless.
Then Austin slipped his hand under Sloane’s leggings and pulled, running his thumbs over the dimples in her lower back, sinking them into the flesh there like he couldn’t help himself. Sloane could practically smell her own desire, mingling with the sharp musk of the two men in the tiny bedroom, and Trevor pushed her over gently until she fell against the pillows, Austin yanking her leggings off and throwing them somewhere on the floor.
Unthinking, she wrapped her legs around Trevor, feeling his hot, hard flesh between her knees as he held himself over her, looking down with a storm in his gray eyes.
A hand slipped between her thighs, stroking the soft, downy hair there. His fingers glided gently onto her clit and Trevor watched it, biting his lip. Sloane arched her back against the mattress and clenched her jaw, fighting the urge to moan even as her hips moved of their own accord.
Austin’s fingers slipped lower as he knelt beside her, stroking her wet lips even as Sloane tried to move her hips up toward the two men, desperate for his fingers to slide inside her and fill her up, finding those perfect pleasure spots.
Now it was Trevor holding her hips, Austin’s fingers still on her clit but Trevor’s stiff cock waiting at her entrance. He was practically quivering with restraint, although Sloane had wrapped her legs around him and was squeezing, desperate to draw him in and feel him inside her.
“I wanted you since the second I saw you,” he said.
Sloane couldn’t answer, only pant.
“Walking down the hall away from us. I knew you were it.”
Austin’s fingers circled her clit lazily, and Sloane could only think of one word.
“Please,” she begged.
She tightened her legs again and finally pulled Trevor into her, the very tip of his cock sliding past her slick lips at last and then, all in one motion he sunk himself inside her, eliciting a long, low moan of satisfaction from Sloane.
“Shh,” Austin said, putting his hand over her mouth, even as the fingers of his other hand kept on circling her sensitive nub, defying the bucking of her hips.
She bit his hand, and Austin grinned, raising his eyebrows. Then he lowered his face to hers and kissed her hard.
Sloane felt utterly overwhelmed, there was too much going on for her to keep track of. Her head spun, and all she could think about was how good it felt to have both Trevor and Austin there, with her, all at once.
Trevor pulled out and she gasped again as he began thrusting lightly, hitting every pleasure spot inside her, going slow and hard, drawing it out as much as possible.
“Oh God, Trevor,” she said.
Austin pinched her clit lightly, as if to remind her that he was there.
“And Austin,” she added, her eyes closed as she lifted her hips even more, trying to take Trevor’s impressive erection as deep as she possibly could, too lost in a fog of pleasure to do anything but move her body on pure instinct.
As if on cue, Trevor grabbed one of her legs and tossed her knee over his shoulder, Sloane followed with the other on her own, and he pushed himself even deeper, lighting up new pleasure centers inside her that Sloane hadn’t even known existed.
She turned her head and bit the pillow to keep herself from screaming, but between Trevor’s cock and Austin’s fingers, it was useless.
Sloane shouted, trying her best to keep herself from coming, but her climax washed over her despite herself, and she pressed the pillow into her face to muffle it the best she could. It didn’t help much, and as torrent after torrent of pleasure washed over her body, all her muscles rocking in a hypnotic motion, she couldn’t help but moan and shout.
When it was over, and she was left gasping, she found that she’d slid her thighs around Trevor’s waist and she had him locked into her once more.
“You’re still hard,” she gasped.
Trevor wriggled out of her grasp just as Austin moved on top of Sloane. Lazily, he flicked his tongue over one nipple and then the other, just barely taking them between his teeth, sucking and biting until Sloane gasped once more in pleasure, feeling herself get wet again.
It was almost embarrassing how insatiable she felt — one super-hot shifter wasn’t enough? She wanted this one too?
Austin looked up at her, pure desire glowing in his blue eyes.
It was pretty obvious that he wanted her too.
“You ready for round two?” he growled.
Sloane just nodded, trying to move her legs and wrap them around him, desperate for him to sink his shaft into her as well, make her climax as hard as his mate just had.
Instead he moved to the side, grabbed her by the hips, and flipped her over.
Before Sloane could process what was happening, she was facing down into the pillows, and then Austin was pulling on her hips, making her rise to a half-kneeling position. She grabbed onto the brass bedframe and held tight as Austin pressed himself against her back, his thick erection nestled between her buttocks.
Then he leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“I should put a mirror right here,” he said, moving his hands up her body until they cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers. “I wish I could watch the three of us at once.”
For half a second, Sloane imagined it — her, in the throes of pleasure, and Austin and Trevor both behind her — and then bit her lip as the heat running throughout her body surged lower even more strongly than she’d thought possible.
That also means there’ll be a second time, a tiny part of her brain whispered.
Then she felt the tip of Austin’s cock nudge at her entrance, slipping between her lips, and as he entered her she quickly stopped thinking as pure pleasure ballooned through her body, pushing all other thoughts away.
Her hands on the bedframe tightened until her knuckles went white with the effort of staying grounded.
“Oh God,” she whispered, as Austin’s hands sunk into the flesh of her hips and thighs. He pushed himself completely inside her, groaning as he did, and Sloane’s vision went completely white.
Then, for a moment, he paused, like he was just savoring the moment, until Sloane pushed back against him.
“Harder,” she murmured. She wanted to feel him take her until she screamed with pleasure, but instead he stopped, and she could feel more weight on the bed as Trevor hopped on.
Sloane looked back over her sh
oulder at Austin, and she could see everything written on his face, Trevor looking over him. The two men kissed, hard, and Sloane could see the muscles in Austin’s neck twitch and move until they broke apart, Trevor’s hand in Austin’s hair as he held his mate’s face next to his own.
“Oh fuck,” Austin said, squeezing his eyes shut. “Oh...”
Then, his face relaxed.
“Fuck,” he breathed, and Sloane could feel his cock throb inside her.
The three of them moved in perfect time, and as soon as Austin’s hand wrapped around her, rubbing her clit in time, Sloane was lost again. Every time that Trevor thrust inside Austin, she could feel it just a little as Austin sunk a little bit deeper into her, throbbing with pent-up need.
“I can’t last long like this,” Austin whispered, then bit Sloane’s neck, just a little.
It was all she needed for her body to unleash its climax and she gasped, just beginning to moan when Austin’s hand wrapped around her mouth, silencing her as she groaned and moaned, still louder than she should have been.
Sloane felt like she was being electrified from the inside out, her climax crackling up from her core and through her veins until even her fingers and toes curled and tingled with the sensation and her body rocked back and forth until, at least, her forehead came to rest on the cool brass bedframe.
Austin pulled out, and she saw Trevor hopping off the bed behind them.
“Did you finish?” she murmured, suddenly sleepy.
Austin just grinned.
“Of course,” he said. “That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.
Sloane felt so suddenly exhausted that she could barely move, and she sank down into Austin’s bed, curling herself around a pillow.
“I don’t think I can move,” she said.
Trevor crawled back onto the bed, nestling himself between Sloane and the wall.
“Then stay here,” he said.
“Sure, invite her into my bed,” Austin said, sliding in on Sloane’s other side.
“Why, you mind?” Trevor asked, teasing.
Trevor’s arms were around Sloane, and he took one of Austin’s in his good hand.
Sloane fell asleep between the two of them.
14
Austin
Austin woke up and rolled onto his back, wishing that the rug in his room were a little more comfortable.
They’d all fallen asleep the night before on the bed, but it had become immediately apparent that it wasn’t going to work. A double bed was just too small for two shifters and a human, so he’d quietly gotten up, grabbed a blanket from the hall closet, and then gone back to sleep on the floor.
Not that it was comfortable any more.
Sighing, he sat up and started hunting for his pants, the ones that he’d thrown somewhere last night. He tried to be quiet so he wouldn’t wake Sloane and Trevor.
Then, with a glance to his right, he realized that Trevor wasn’t in bed. A feeling of dread began in his toes and began working its way up.
He must have gone to the bathroom, Austin told himself. Or gotten up for breakfast or something already.
Austin knew that neither of those things had happened. He’d have noticed. No, Trevor had gone somewhere else, and Austin felt a smoky blackness rising through his body, a gnawing uncertainty.
What if he’s having second thoughts? he wondered. What if, even after last night, he went back to the pack?
Austin’s stomach plummeted, and he cracked his knuckles, just staring at Sloane’s perfect, voluptuous outline beneath the blankets.
Then he inhaled, exhaled, and got dressed. He couldn’t do anything about Trevor if he wasn’t wearing pants, after all.
As he left the room, he saw a note on the side table, and picked it up.
Went to go get my things and say some goodbyes. Didn’t want to wake you. Back by noon.
Love,
Trevor
The note didn’t make the gnawing in Austin’s stomach lessen. If anything, his stomach twisted even more as he thought about Trevor, going back to the Red Sky alone.
Trevor can take care of himself, he thought. He has for years.
But he shouldn’t have to.
In his bed, Sloane stirred, looked at the empty spot next to her, then looked at Austin and smiled.
“Trevor’s already up?” she asked.
Austin showed her the note.
“He’ll be back,” he said, but Sloane looked worried too.
Just like always, Barb was already up, wrapping an apron around herself and starting the oven.
“Oh good,” she said. “You can make coffee.”
Austin got the coffee from the cupboard, measured, and poured. Then he noticed that Barb was still looking at him, her eyebrows raised, barely paying attention to the biscuit dough she was kneading.
“Yes?” he said, flipping the switch.
“Nothing,” she said. “I just like seeing you happy. I always did like that Trevor.”
Austin waited for a moment, thinking that it was too easy. There was a but coming: I always did like that Trevor, but you know you can’t be together. I always did like that Trevor, but you know he’s a wolf and you’re a bear and that will never work.
The other shoe had to drop.
“Start the bacon, will you?” Barb asked.
Austin went to the fridge just as Sloane emerged.
“There she is,” Barb said. “That boy woke up.”
Sloane made a face. “I know,” she said.
Barb shook her head.
“He’s lucid now,” she said. “Debbie — she’s my friend who’s a nurse, Austin knows her — called me this morning with the latest gossip.”
Sloane swallowed, and Austin could see her go pale.
“Apparently, he was sent by the FBI to track down a feral wolf,” she said. “And instead, someone got him with his own tranq gun.”
Austin and Sloane just stared at Barb, the fridge wide open, cold air pouring out.
“He wasn’t FBI. He couldn’t have been more than twenty,” Austin said, the first to recover.
“Twenty-three,” said Barb. “Fresh out of training.”
“You’re sure he’s lucid?” Sloane asked.
Barb just shrugged.
“They didn’t send him,” Austin said. “There’s no way. He’s still hallucinating.”
“Apparently he also told the police that he was attacked by a half-rhinoceros, half-spider monster,” she said.
Barb shrugged. “I asked Debbie to keep me posted, and she did,” she said, cutting biscuits into circles. “She said he stopped talking crazy and stared making sense. That’s all I got. Don’t stand there with the fridge open, I’m not paying to cool the whole house.”
Austin shut the fridge door, then opened it, grabbed the bacon, and shut it again.
“Oh, and someone burned the mayor’s house down last night,” she said. “Didn’t you hear the sirens?”
Sloane turned bright pink, then just shook her head and went to the coffee maker.
Austin had an even worse feeling about Trevor, and had no idea what he could do to help his mate.
15
Trevor
The last thing that Trevor grabbed was a photo of him and his Papa, taken only a month before Papa had died. He looked at it for a moment, then shoved it into his duffel bag and slung the bag over his shoulder, making his way down the hall to the kids’ rooms.
He didn’t know what he was going to say to Tim and Lizzy, but he had to say something.
Do I say I’m sorry? he thought. They won’t understand, they’re too young.
Maybe I should just leave without saying anything.
In the hallway, he paused.
I can’t, he thought. That’s cruel beyond measure.
Downstairs, he suddenly heard heavy footsteps crossing the front porch, and he retreated into the hall.
Fuck, he thought. I thought Dad was out in the workshop.
Then someo
ne banged on the downstairs door, loud enough to make Trevor jump.
“OPEN UP!” someone shouted.
Trevor frowned. He didn’t recognize the voice, and pack members, as much as he mostly didn’t like them, weren’t usually given to banging on the door and demanding entry.
Something else was going on, and Trevor thought back to the night before, to whatever had been in those big cabinets in the back of the workshop, to the kid he’d let free.
He dropped the duffel bag in the hallway and went back to his bedroom. When he got to the window, he stopped short.
In the driveway were two armored cars, bristling with men in tactical vests and guns.
I’m an idiot, he thought. I’ve thought that they were up to no good for how long, and I go back today?
I’m sunk.
He felt like an icicle working their way through his heart.
Someone banged on the door again, and he heard his mother padding along the entryway.
“I’m comin’!” she shouted, sounding even more hungover than usual.
Trevor sat on his bed and buried his head in his hands, feeling utterly beyond hope. He could hear his mother open the door and then scream. He curled his good fist into a ball, his fingernails cutting into his palms, and he listened to the men crash through his house. His mom kept on hollering, screaming and shouting something unintelligible. Then he heard the heavy sound of footsteps up the stairs.
His heart felt like it was made of lead, the blood pumping through his veins shards of glass.
He stood and went to the door, hands in the air, and stood calmly in the hallway as the men with the vests, helmets and guns charged up the stairs.
“On the ground!” the first man shouted. He was human, but armed. Heavily armed.
“There are kids,” Trevor said, getting on his knees, feeling his whole body run hot, then cold. His wolf itched and howled, but he fought it down.
Shift and you’re dead, he reminded himself. If you go out like this, you’ll never see Sloane and Austin again.
Right now, you’ve got a fighting chance.
“The last two doors on the right, there’s kids,” he said, and then he could hear doors slam open, and Tim and Lizzy’s crying mingled with the shouting men.
