by Leah Brooke
Stunned at the endearment, Bailey started to turn her head, crying out in surprise at his fast move.
Flipping her to her back, he covered her body with his again. “And I’m going to be looking into your eyes when I take you. Tonight, I want it all, my mate.”
As soon as he released her hands, she reached for him, more shivers going through her as he reached over her, took the lube from the drawer, and coated his fingers with it.
Sliding a hand beneath her hair, he held the back of her head cradled in his large palm, keeping her facing him. Supporting his weight, he leaned to the side, using his powerful legs to keep hers spread wide.
Shaking uncontrollably, she dug her fingers into his shoulders, closing her eyes against the intensity of his searching ones.
“Open your eyes, Bailey.”
Bailey gasped at the feel of the cold lube on her most private opening. The need to be filled made her anus clench against the tingling awareness that kept getting stronger by the moment.
Her breasts felt swollen and heavy, her nipples so hard and sensitive that they almost hurt
With her legs spread wide, she had no way to close against the thumb Marc used to circle her pussy opening, spreading her juices.
He was too big and strong, too masculine for her to feel anything but small and feminine against him.
Not only did she have to deal with the vulnerability of being so exposed, so soft against his hardness, she also had to come to terms with her own willingness, craving, to give in to him completely.
She knew he would see too much.
“I can’t.” She tried to turn away, but Marc tightened his hands in her hair, preventing it.
“I want it all, my mate. I want to see your surrender, feel your surrender when you clamp down on my cock as you come. That’s what I need from you, Bailey. I need it all.”
Arching, she lifted her breasts, rubbing her nipples against Marc’s chest, biting her lip to hold back a cry at the delicious jolts to her bottom, pussy, and clit. She couldn’t hold it back any longer, though, when Marc applied pressure and the tip of his finger breached the ring of muscle and pressed into her.
“Open those beautiful eyes, Bailey.”
The underlying steel in his gentle, coaxing tone couldn’t be ignored.
Unable to resist it, Bailey did as he demanded, gasping when she saw the raw emotion blazing in Marc’s eyes. She hurriedly blinked back the tears that stung hers, not wanting to miss a single moment.
“Oh, Marc.”
His indulgent smile held more than just a small trace of wicked intent.
“Loving you doesn’t change the fact that I’m taking this ass. In fact, I think it makes me want you that way even more.” He thrust deep, his eyes watchful as he moved his finger inside her ass, spreading the slippery lube.
Struck once again by the too-intimate invasion, Bailey tried to lower her legs, but Marc used his own to keep hers held high.
“There it is. Do you know how much that look of shocked pleasure in your eyes and your submission to me turns me on? I could never get it quite right, but now—Christ, I’ll never forget it.”
Bailey didn’t have any idea what Marc could be talking about, but didn’t have the ability to ask as his head lowered, his lips brushing over hers as he withdrew and added another finger.
Fire raced through her as he explored her ass, her inner walls clenching on Marc’s thick fingers. She couldn’t help but think that by doing so, she gave more of herself away, but couldn’t seem to stop.
Her nipples and clit ached with need, the knowledge of her hunger flaring in Marc’s eyes a second before he tapped her clit with his thumb and took a beaded nipple into his mouth. She cried out again at the sharp pleasure as he nipped lightly at her nipple at the same time he moved his thumb over her clit, the circular motion driving her closer and closer toward the edge.
Using her thighs as leverage, she bucked, unable to be still any longer, her movements creating more friction on her nipples and clit, the sharp warning tingles growing sharper and sharper.
“Not yet, baby.”
Marc swiped her nipple one last time as he withdrew from her bottom, leaving her ass clenching in desperation and her clit swollen and throbbing.
“Marc! Damn it, I—oh!”
He slipped on a condom she hadn’t even seen him retrieve and lifted her legs higher, keeping them parted as he pressed the head of his cock against her puckered opening.
Using his thighs to keep her propped up in position, he fisted his cock and applied pressure, forcing the tight ring to give way.
He groaned, a low, primitive sound that never failed to excite her.
“So fucking tight. So hot. Mine, Bailey. Yes. Fuck. The way you clench on me is driving me out of my mind.”
Harsh and low, his words washed over her.
Spread out and completely exposed, Bailey lifted her hands above her head, holding on to the headboard.
Marc’s eyes raked over her, the heat of his gaze warming every inch of her exposed flesh as he thrust his cock several more inches into her.
Knowing he could see and touch anything he wanted only added to the level of feminine vulnerability she experienced by having her ass taken in such a dominant and possessive manner.
His cock stretched her ass, filling her in slow increments, each slight thrust claiming his possession of more than just her bottom. Each one took part of her inner self, her emotions, her dreams, and her fantasies, leaving her wide open in more ways than one.
Tightening her grip on the slats in the headboard, she arched again, lifting her body in invitation, and at the same time taking more of his cock.
“Marc. I need, too. Oh! God, I’m so full. I’m coming. I can’t stop it.”
The cock in her ass thrust impossibly deeper, so deep she knew she couldn’t take another inch. It set off a series of tingling shocks, one right after the other, making her shake uncontrollably. Her cries couldn’t be held back, each one louder and more desperate than the last.
Marc’s growls, on the other hand, grew lower and lower, both in volume and in timbre, sounding more violent and animalistic than ever. “You won’t. I won’t let you.”
She couldn’t deny the slight apprehension any more than she could deny the waves of pure bliss that washed over her.
Caught up in it, in the shimmering pleasure that tightened every muscle in her body, she screamed her release, wishing the bliss and tingling over every inch of her skin could last forever.
Her bottom tightened on the thick heat stretching her anal walls, making the cock filling her feel even larger. Tightening her thighs on Marc’s waist, she let her eyes flutter closed, her stomach muscles quivering under the hand Marc placed over it.
“Again, damn it. Open yourself. Hold your legs up for me.”
Bailey didn’t even consider denying him.
She released her death grip on the headboard and wrapped her hands around the backs of her shaking knees, holding herself wide. The slow slide of Marc’s cock withdrawing several inches had her crying out again, the friction of his thick heat against her inner walls so intense she couldn’t hold it back.
“Higher.”
Bailey shivered at the growled demand, sucking in a breath when Marc’s thumb brushed her clit. “Oh, God. Do that again. I—oh!”
She shook uncontrollably, tightening her hands on her legs as Marc pressed deep again, rolling her clit between his thumb and forefinger.
“Keep those legs high, my mate. I love seeing you all spread out this way. My cock’s buried deep in your ass, and you’re loving it.” He let his thumb slip lower, gathering more of her juices before sliding it over her clit again.
“You’re a woman with strong passions—a woman who isn’t afraid to let those passions loose.”
Bailey’s cries and whimpers grew more frantic by the second when he began slow, shallow thrusts, his cock pressing deep into her ass while he continued to manipulate her clit.
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p; The tingling spread, until, inch by inch, it consumed every part of her. Her clit had become so sensitive that each stroke of his thumb brought both pleasure and pain, a sensation that stole the last of her resistance.
“Marc. Oh, God. I’m coming again.”
Without thinking, she started to buck her hips, using her grip on her legs to rock her as she fucked herself on Marc’s cock. Amazed at her decadent move, she bit her lip to hold back her cries, her legs straightening of their own volition as the waves of bliss began to wash over her.
She felt so taken, so weakened against his strength and the strength of her own response.
Marc growled again, thrusting his cock even deeper.
“That’s it, my mate. Take my cock deep up your ass and come all around me. Fuck. So fucking tight. Hot. Sweet.”
Clamping down on the cock filling her, Bailey cried out again, a husky, pitiful sound she couldn’t hold back. Her orgasm slammed into her with a force that had her arching up off the bed, a scream rising up in her throat.
With a final thrust of his cock in her ass, Marc pinched her clit and bent over her, using his knees to keep her legs high and wide as he covered her mouth with his, swallowing her scream before she could release it.
She parted her lips as soon as his touched them, eagerly giving him everything.
Tangling her tongue with his, she sucked gently, a submissive, but demanding gesture that earned another of those low growls from him as he pulsed his release deep inside her ass.
Beneath his persistent thumb, sparks of heat shot from her clit outward, making her stiffen and cry out again.
His tongue slowed, caressing the inner recesses of her mouth as she came down, her body going limp in the aftermath. Replete, she curled her arms around his wide shoulders, her head dropping back against the pillow as he lifted his and stared down at her.
“Holy fuck!”
Smiling at the exhaustion and male satisfaction in his tone, she opened her eyes, surprised to see James approaching the bed and kneeling beside her.
Marc lifted his head to glance at his friend, his breathing not quite steady.
“I’m never going to get enough of her.”
Turning, he stared straight into her eyes, the emotion she’d seen in them earlier blazing even hotter.
“I love you, my mate.”
She opened her mouth to tell him that he didn’t have to say that, but Marc shook his head before she could speak, silencing her.
“No. Don’t say it. I know I said I didn’t want decisions made for me, but I want you, Bailey, more than I’ve ever wanted a woman. I can’t imagine not waking up to you every day. I want you in my life, in my home, in my bed. Forever. I can’t let you go. Please don’t ask me to.”
James stilled, blinking once before he bent and kissed her shoulder, his eyes widening and his hand going down her body as Marc straightened. Turning to hold her gaze with his, he smiled faintly.
“So, what do you say, Bailey? Can you live with us? Be our mate? Bear our children? Can you tie your life to two shape-shifters who love you more than their own lives? We’ll do everything in our power to protect you and make you happy.”
Completely sated, Bailey smiled, struggling to keep her eyes open. Happiness like she’d never known swelled inside her, and she found herself blinking back tears again.
She turned to look at Marc, moaning as he withdrew, her breath catching as the large head of his cock passed the tight ring of muscle.
“I never cry. Never.”
Reaching out a hand to each of them, she blinked back tears of love and vulnerability. After their lovemaking, she always felt as though she’d lost a part of herself, but wrapped in their arms, with their hands moving over her and their eyes full of love, she got it back.
And more.
Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly, looking from one to the other.
“I love you. I love you both so much.”
At their slow smiles, she shrugged.
“I’m afraid I’ll probably suck at it.”
Marc dropped to one side of her, running a hand over her breast while James did the same with the other.
“You’re doing just fine.”
Arching her breasts into their palms, Bailey turned to Marc.
“It’s different now, isn’t it?”
Marc groaned and rolled to his back, closing his eyes and dropping his forearm over them.
“It sure as hell is. I think you sucked all the life out of me.”
Not about to be undone, Bailey laughed softly and turned to lie across his chest, moaning at the slight tenderness in her bottom.
Snuggling against him, she pushed into the warm hand James had on her back and bent to run her tongue over Marc’s nipple. Grinning when Marc looked down in surprise and narrowed his eyes at her, she licked it again.
“Not yet, I haven’t, but it’s on the agenda.”
Chapter Eighteen
Sitting on the deck of Marc’s house—her new home now—Bailey sipped her beer, raising a brow at the rapid dialog of raised voices from inside. When the conversation went low again, she inwardly shrugged and came to her feet.
Since Joe had left a little over an hour ago to join Leland, the men had sat talking about what they’d discovered while searching the woods.
Although they’d made it clear she was welcome to stay, she’d been shaken and needed some air.
They’d called her family.
With a sigh, she took another sip of her beer and sat staring down at the beer bottle.
Still trembling from Marc’s lovemaking and struggling to come to grips with all that had happened, she’d wanted to be alone.
Marc’s attentiveness as he showered with her and his careful attention to rebandaging her shoulder, and James’s concern as he checked it, made her feel soft and mushy inside, and she’d just wanted to get away.
She still couldn’t believe she’d fallen in love and that Marc and James loved her back.
Her!
Bailey Knox.
Born on the wrong side of the tracks. Daughter of a drug addict and, according to one of her foster mothers, a prostitute.
Loved by a world-famous sculptor and a…what?
What the hell did James do for a living anyway?
Mentally shrugging, she reminded herself to ask him the first chance she got.
Now, apparently, she’d have plenty of time to ask.
Shaking her head again, she couldn’t prevent a small smile.
She’d never expected to have love in her life. She’d been honest with Marc and James about that. She simply didn’t know how. She’d probably blow it, and they’d both end up hating her.
She’d never even considered herself loveable, and the fact that both Marc and James seemed to think she was still amazed her.
They were certainly a different breed than any other men she’d ever met.
Laughing to herself at her own joke, she made her way to the railing.
Shape-shifters.
God help her.
Looking out over the yard, she saw with no small amount of satisfaction that the sun had started to set, inching behind the snow-covered mountains.
Shivering against the chill, she pulled her jacket more tightly around her. Still chilled, she set her beer on the railing to stick her hands in her pockets to get them warm, not ready yet to go in.
She loved looking out at the mountains, and loved the peace and quiet she found here, surprised to find how much it soothed her.
Fingering her grandmother’s necklace, she leaned against the railing, smiling to herself at the memory of the way Marc and James had taken her in this spot the morning they’d found her looking for her beloved jewelry.
The morning they’d told her the incredible truth about themselves.
Rolling her shoulder, she straightened, turning slightly to watch the men inside.
Marc and James talked animatedly with the others, Marc shaking his head emphatically while
James jumped to his feet and began pacing.
She stiffened at the anger that washed over her, along with a jittery nervous feeling that she had no reason to be feeling.
It had to be what they felt.
Wondering if she’d ever get used to that aspect of their relationship, Bailey rolled her shoulder again and stretched, trying to get rid of her unease and working out some of the kinks from her earlier romp with Marc.
When the sensation didn’t go away, she decided to see if a little distance would work. Making her way to the railing stairs, she looked back again to see that the men all looked upset and worried.
She didn’t even want to consider that it might have something to do with her. If Marc and James regretted telling her that they loved her, she’d deal with it.
Later.
Walking across the yard, she glanced at the trees, shivering again. She hated being afraid of anything, but couldn’t help but admit that the woods behind her new home scared the hell out of her.
Uneasy, she kept her distance from them, wondering what Marc and James would think of her if they knew how scared she was of a place her lovers called home.
Glancing at the trees again, she saw that they seemed much darker now than they had just a few minutes ago. The sun had gone down almost completely, and she sure as hell didn’t want to be caught out here in the dark.
She turned to go, pausing when she saw something out of the corner of her eye.
Staring into the semidarkness, she stood motionless, waiting to see if she saw it again. Just when she’d given up and thought she’d imagined it, she saw it again.
A faint flicker of light in the distance, gone almost as soon as it appeared.
Tensing, Bailey glanced toward the house, a little unnerved that she’d walked farther than she’d thought.
She considered calling out for the men, but didn’t want to alarm them for something that might have been nothing at all.
Then she saw it again. This time it moved.
She took a step backward, inwardly wincing at her own cowardness.
The most dangerous things that roamed the dark woods sat in the family room right now talking.
Lifting her chin, she started into the woods, wishing she’d brought a flashlight. Making as little noise as possible, she proceeded cautiously, checking behind herself often to make sure she could still see her way out.
