The Mating Project
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"God, please, just fuck me."
"Patience is a virtue, princess. Trust me, we'll both fuck you until you won't know where any of us ends or starts." He kept up his slow, shallow glides through her labial lips, nudging her clit on the upstroke every time. The move drove her cat insane, and without thinking she sank her teeth into his shoulder. Malachi roared and flexed his hips, and, wet as she was, his cock slid right in until his balls hit her ass. Behind her Silas swore, and cold liquid ran down the crack of her ass to mix with her own juices.
Malachi thrust into her several more times, as she licked his wound and his hot breath sent shivers down her sweat slicked neck. The brush of his canines made her cat whimper, but instead of biting her back, he growled as though he was in agony and pulled back, all the while keeping up his thrusting into her as though he had no control over his hips.
Maria dimly registered the fullness in her ass, followed by the slight burn of Silas's lubed fingers, as he prepared her for his cock. She was too caught up in staring into the eyes of Malachi's wolf, as her internal muscles clenched and relaxed around his cock.
Malachi looked more animal than human at this point, and when he spoke through gritted teeth his voice carried the growl of his wolf.
"Damn it, Silas, hurry up. I can't hold back much longer."
He shook his head at the silent question in her eyes, but she saw no condemnation for her bite, only lust and love all rolled into each other.
"Getting there, Malachi. Hold up for a minute."
With a groan Malachi complied, and Maria moaned at the loss of Silas's fingers in her ass, only to stop thinking altogether when she felt the tip of his cock push through the rim of her anus. With agonizing slowness Silas worked his cock into her ass, retreating a bit each time before he thrust in deeper until finally his balls, too, rested on her skin.
There was a strange keening sound in the room, and Maria didn't realize it was coming from her until Malachi kissed her.
"Sshh, it’s okay, just relax. We won't move until you're used to us, princess."
Behind her Silas swore again as his dick twitched inside her, and Maria could have sworn Malachi's reacted through the thin membrane that separated the men's shafts.
Gradually that intense feeling of fullness receded, and she could breathe again, until Malachi pulled out and then thrust in.
"Fuck, you're so tight. This feels incredible."
"You're fucking telling me." Silas grunted behind her and pulled out as Malachi trust into her a second time.
Sensations too intense to name bombarded Maria as all her nerve endings screamed at her. Clasped between her two men she was unable to move. All she could do was feel as the waves pulled her under, and the men set up a push and retreat rhythm that left no part of her untouched. Faster and faster they rocked, and the need inside her grew and grew until it exploded in an earth-shattering scream that seemed to tear her in half with the intensity of her orgasm. Stars exploded behind her closed eyelids, as first Malachi and then Silas roared their own release into her neck, and then stilled.
Gasping for breath, Maria fought to keep her eyes open, but it proved a fruitless exercise. She winced when both men withdrew from the still tight clasp of her body, and there was the sensation of cool water between her legs and a washcloth being wiped over her body and then nothing, bar contentment as she fell asleep, cocooned between her men.
****
Maria wasn’t exactly sure what woke her, and when she stirred next the room was dark. Someone had drawn the curtains against the moon, and Silas was lying flat on his back, snoring softly. She giggled at the sight he made, half falling off the bed, one arm dangling over the side, the other thrown across his forehead.
Something hard poked her in the ass, and Malachi's hand covered her mouth, as that hardness slid down her cleft until he impaled his cock inside her wet channel. Still-sensitive tissues protested, and Maria's nostrils flared as she gasped for air.
"Sshhh, princess, you'll wake up Silas, and he needs his beauty sleep." Malachi's grunt in her ear made her smile even as he curled her legs up and pulled her bum back to give him better leverage. The next thrust went much deeper, and Maria whimpered as her arousal spiked.
"I heard that, wolfie. If anyone needs their beauty sleep it’s you."
Silas turned to watch them fully for a moment with a lazy smile playing ‘round his lips. He scooted closer to Maria and kissed her. All the while Malachi kept up his slow thrusts into her pussy, the stimulation not enough to get her off, just enough to drive her insane with the need to come.
"On a scale of one to ten, how sore are you, little cat?" Silas asked whilst nibbling at her earlobe.
"Err, eight, maybe … oh shit, I'm so close. Please, please, I need it harder, I need … I don't care how sore I am…"
Silas kissed her again, and Malachi urged her to her knees.
"She's too tight to take both of us again, Silas. If you wanna join in, lube up." He kissed her shoulders and ran his canines along her neck. Just like before her cat responded, and soreness forgotten Maria locked her arms and pushed back against Malachi. He swore softy as each backward slide of her hips met his thrusts and drove him deeper. His cock slid against her g-spot, and Maria fought to starve off the orgasm. It was too intense, too…
She tensed when Malachi stopped abruptly and the bed creaked. From the way Malachi's cock twitched inside her and he breathed out into her neck, she knew that Silas had breached his lover's ass. Silas's hiss of pleasure and the force of movement when Malachi's hips crashed into hers confirmed her suspicion. The movement forced her further up the bed, and Malachi pulled her back against him with a muffled laugh.
"Where do you think you're going, princess?"
"Wherever she's going for God's sake, shut up and let me fuck you. This is so fucking good." Silas's strained words turned into a long drawn out groan, and together they found a haphazard rhythm that almost brought Maria to climax. It was only when Silas swore and Malachi grew even bigger inside her, as he, too, reached his pinnacle, and reached round to pinch her clit, that Maria flew head first into nirvana. The men collapsed on top of her, but Malachi had the foresight to fling himself sideways. The move sent Silas over the edge of the bed, and all three of them burst out laughing.
"Dammit, we need to get a bigger bed, if we're gonna make this work."
Maria was still grinning to herself when she fell asleep again.
Chapter Thirteen
Rain pelted against the windows the next time Maria woke up, and she sighed. So much for the heat-wave they'd been predicted. Her mum's shifter gathering was scheduled for a week’s time, and Maria knew her mother was hoping for great weather, so that guests could mingle in the gardens. Hell, she intended on spending most of her time out in the open. More places to hide away from the likes of Anton, who would no doubt try to use the occasion to stake his official claim.
Maria punched the cushion in frustration. Dammit, after the most fantastic night with her men, the first thought that had to crop into her coffee deprived brain was that scum-bag of a cougar shifter.
She took a deep sniff and let the scents of her men soothe her agitated beast. Where were they? They wouldn't have just upped and left, would they? Besides, she was in Malachi's bed, and that thought made her grin.
Now that she was capable of taking in her surroundings, curiosity got the better of her. Whereas Silas's room was ordered chaos, mainly due to his many books, Malachi's was just chaos. Clothes were thrown into corners, a sock dangled from the light fitting, and the old scarred desk in front of his window was overtaken by what looked like ancient text. She padded closer to it, but she couldn't make out the writing at all. It was all written in an ancient language she'd never seen before, bar the markings on the official council buildings.
To her knowledge no one knew what they meant anymore. Well, someone must know, but her father certainly didn't.
Then again Malachi was an original, so maybe being able to read
that gobbledygook came with that. She stubbed her toe on something hard and bit back a curse.
A pair of seemingly ancient biker boots was stashed under the desk, next to a battered helmet. The matching leather jacket hung on the back of the door, and Maria's heart beat faster. Yes, she could see Malachi on the back of a motor bike, seeking out his revenge on those that wronged him.
Her ears pricked up when raised voices filtered through the closed door. Her men weren't arguing exactly, but they sure weren't in agreement about something. She looked round for something to wear and winced at her shredded clothing on the floor. At this rate those two would owe her a whole new wardrobe soon.
Silas's scent just outside her door spurred her into action in the end. She pulled one of Malachi's t-shirts over her head, wrinkled her nose at the smell of grease and oil, and yanked the door open. Silas with his hand on the front door handle turned round and smiled at her.
"Where are you going?” Maria asked.
"I've got a meeting." Silas's grin deepened at her immediate frown. "Yes, I know it's Saturday, but this is urgent. Don't worry. I'll be back as soon as I can. Keep Malachi company, and keep him out of trouble. It's been a long time since I've seen him this agitated."
"Yes, but where—" Silas cut the rest of her question off with a kiss, which completely scrambled her brain, and had her curling her hands into his button down shirt and yanking him toward her. He responded with a groan, and they crashed into the wall behind her. Maria shamelessly ground her belly into his erection, and Silas broke the kiss. Hands either side of her head, he shook his, and gave her a wry grin.
"I've got to go, my little grease monkey."
"Grease monkey? What the hell?" Maria gave him a playful shove that sent him several steps back, and Silas winked at her.
"Have you seen what you're wearing? Malachi will have you working on that old bike of his at that rate."
Maria stuck her nose up in the air and waved her hands about.
"With these nails? I don't think so. I don't do dirty bikes, well, not unless I ride them, and…"
Malachi's snort of laughter coming from the kitchen made her cat grin and Silas just laughed and shook his head.
"Don't make me feel jealous of a motorbike. Look after each other. I'll sort this and be back as soon as I can."
Warning bells clanged in Maria's head, and she looked from Malachi to Silas with a frown. Malachi looked furious, and Silas's features, too, hardened.
"You're not the only one who gets to be the hero, Malachi. It won't work otherwise."
"What won't?" Maria asked. "Dammit, what's going on here?" She stamped her foot for good measure, which earned her a raised eyebrow from Malachi, and another quick kiss from Silas, and then the front door shut behind him.
Maria would have run after him, but she couldn't really. Not wearing nothing but a grease-stained old tee of Malachi's that barely covered the essentials. Silas had a reputation to uphold, after all, and this was a building full of humans. The last thing she wanted was to cause more problems for Silas.
So instead she turned her fury on Malachi. His eyes bled to his wolf's as she let her cat out, and he flashed his canines at her when he grinned.
"Don’t go there, princess. I don't like this any more than you do, but Silas is a stubborn ass when he wants to be, and I could never get him to see sense. If you shift in here, you ruin his décor, and then he'll be pissed at you. Which is fine by me. I shall look forward to seeing him spank that ass of yours raw."
Maria growled and hissed, and Malachi growled right back at her. It brought with it such a hefty dose of his pheromones that Maria felt dizzy with desire. She closed her eyes and inhaled his utterly delicious scent, and in the next instant she was in Malachi's arms and he was kissing her. Not the angry possession she'd been expecting, but a kiss so tender and heartfelt that it brought tears to her eyes. He kissed them off her face with murmured endearments that made her feel cherished, and loved. Yes, definitely loved. There was no point in even denying the force of her feelings. She had fallen for Malachi a long time ago, when she had just been an impressionable and foolish teenager. Even though she’d tried to extinguish those feelings, had told herself that she hated him for abandoning her, those feelings had just blossomed.
Maybe it was just their bond intensifying everything, but he hadn't claimed her back yet, so this whirlwind of emotions had nothing to do with that. Silas's grin popped in her head, and she heard him loud and clear.
That's my little cat. Stop fighting it. I love you both, and the sooner you admit to each other that you do, the sooner we can move on.
A shiver went through her, and Malachi immediately pulled her tighter into his embrace. Maria tried to reach out to Silas, but he was gone. How he had the ability to block her out so successfully she would never understand.
****
Malachi didn't need any mind connection to sense the conflicting emotions that swirled through Maria right now, and he cursed Silas in his head for leaving him to deal with all this. Silas was the smooth talker, the one who could talk about his feelings, and forced Malachi to open up about his.
Whereas Malachi's plan had been to simply end this now and to take out the bastard once and for all, consequences be damned, Silas had been the voice of reason.
"You do that, you'll break her heart—again. I will not let you do that. Let's do this my way. Either one of us might still up end up dead when this is all over, but at least she'll know. We'll have fought for her. That's what you want, isn’t it? All of us together?"
Malachi had growled and paced, but Silas had paid him no heed.
"Yes, dammit, that's what I want, and there's about as much chance of that happening as Atlantis rising from the fucking sea."
Silas had punched him then with enough force to swing his head round. The kiss that followed that punch had been equally hard and bruising and had left Malachi painfully aroused.
"Then stop talking nonsense, and stop giving up on us. This is our chance to finally work. Maria completes us, you know that. None of us was happy with just us, were we? You were always pining for her, and I took whatever pussy came my way. Well, newsflash, I haven't as much as looked at another woman since she walked into my office, and before you say I only feel that way because she bit me, you know damn well that isn't true. She is our mate, our true mate, and Lord knows what this really means, but I, for one, can't wait to find out, and no stubborn wolf, no goddamn shifter council, and certainly not that scum-bag De Souza is going to take that away from me."
Silas had pinned him with his amazing amber eyes, and his next words had cinched the deal.
"I fucking love you, man, and I love her, so deal with it."
Maria's silent tremors told him that she was crying again, and Malachi's wolf bared his teeth. Great that's all he needed. A pissed off inner animal as well as a pissed off, risking his neck, Silas.
"Come on, princess. Silas will have my hide for upsetting you. The man is quite smitten with you."
Maria tensed even more, and her misery wrapped itself around his heart and made him blurt out the next words with no finesse whatsoever.
"He's not the only one, baby. Please don't cry." She pulled away from him and gave him a watery smile that made him feel even more like a heel. "Look, I've never been good at this sort of thing. Fuck it, I was going to do the whole breakfast in bed thing for you, for both of you actually, but then Silas came up with this crazy plan, and —"
"What plan?" Maria asked, anxiety once again pouring out of every cell of her body. "If he's gone to do something stupid, then we have to stop him."
She thumped his chest, and he grinned.
"We?" he asked.
"Yes, of course we. We both love him, don't we?"
Hands on hips she glared at him. The action raised the hem of his old tee enough for him to see her pussy lips, and his just deflated cock surged up with predictable efficiency. The fact that she seemed oblivious to the inadvertent peep show she wa
s giving him, made this whole situation even more of a prick tease.
Another punch to his midriff brought his gaze up to her face. The woman sure knew how to throw her punches, but what else had he expected. She was his true mate after all. He was just getting mighty fed up by the people he loved using him as a punch bag this morning, even if he did deserve it.
"I asked you a question, mutt boy. Do me the courtesy of answering me."
He grinned at her, and she growled. That sound shot straight to his balls, and this time she noticed and groaned.
"Oh, for fuck’s sake, men. Can you, for once, not think with your dick?"
"I didn't hear you complain about my dick last night, princess." He smirked at her, and she rolled her eyes. She couldn't hide the way her nipples firmed or the fact that she grew wet for him though. He could smell her arousal, and he could see the moisture slicking her pussy lips.
"Well, that was then, and this is now. I'm trying to have a serious conversation here. You're not distracting me with sex."
She tried to sidestep him when he made a lunge for her. She was quick, his cat, but he was faster. For every retreat she made he matched her, and it was only when the front door stopped her, that their amusing dance finished.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and her mouth opened when he leant down, and a mewl escaped her when he didn't kiss her. Lips a hairsbreadth away from her, he waited until she opened her eyes. Slightly unfocused, those brilliant blue orbs pulled him in, and his chest tightened as a surge of love and protectiveness filled him.
"Yes," he whispered, and she blinked several times to get her eyes to focus.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, we both love him, and yes, I can think without involving my dick in it, but I don't want to. Not when I've got the woman I love to myself."
He pulled back slightly to give her some wriggle room, but that band around his heart grew tighter, when her body followed his as though they were connected by invisible string.