by Eva Brandt
I tried to reconcile my memories of him with the love I knew I should be feeling. But… it just wasn’t there. It was so crazy. I didn’t understand, but I felt like I’d been carved open, and my emotions had just leaked out.
And now, these werewolves had shown up, and they were so different from everything I’d expected. They’d saved my life—twice—from the demon, and from my own family. And they were giving me a choice. I could choose to not be their girlfriend. Mate. Whatever.
I carefully scanned their faces, searching for any sign of deception. I found nothing. Physically, they were all different. Xander and Byron were both very muscular, with Byron being just a little bit taller. There was also something about Byron that struck me as more savage than Xander’s calmer temperament. And then, there was the mysterious Ulysses. He had a leaner build, but it was his soothing presence that was his real strength. His aura was almost like magic.
But if there was one thing they all had in common, it was the fact that they had shown me only affection and support. I didn’t know what to make of it.
After a few more seconds of hesitation, I finally decided to ask my questions. “So if I refuse to be with you, you’d be okay with it? Just like that?”
Byron grimaced, his clear blue eyes darkening. “That’s not exactly it. We’d… accept it, but we wouldn’t be happy with it.”
“We’re leaning toward a romantic bond with you, Imogen,” Ulysses explained. “It’ll take us a little time to adjust to something different. But that doesn’t mean we wouldn’t be grateful if you accepted a platonic bond.”
They were all so gentle with me, so nice. It was as if they feared that any moment now, I’d shatter.
And I couldn’t blame them for it, after the way I’d fallen apart. But even so, this wasn’t the person I wanted to be.
I had to patch myself back together. But how? How could I turn back the clock?
The memory of that damn demon still clung to me. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t forget him, couldn’t forget the way he had kissed me and held me. He’d wanted me to be his mate too, right? That had been the whole point of that damn ritual.
Maybe… Maybe if I was their mate, I couldn’t be his. If I belonged to these werewolves, Daimon Rossi could never take me.
It was a selfish thought, but once it rooted itself in my brain, I couldn’t chase it away.
“Imogen?” Ulysses asked. “What is it?”
A part of me knew I shouldn’t be pushing them. No matter how hard Ulysses tried to deny it, I knew they’d have problems because they’d brought me here. That werewolf at the encampment had already questioned Xander’s decision in front of Byron.
But even so, I couldn’t help myself. I met their gazes again and said, “I think I want to be your soulmate. A… romantic one. And a sexual one.”
They hadn’t said anything about sex, but now that I was paying attention, there was this vibe between them that suggested they were lovers. They didn’t deny it, but they did seem skeptical about my decision. “Imogen, I’m not sure you’re ready for that,” Xander said slowly. “You’ve just had a very traumatic—”
“That’s just it,” I told him. “I want to forget. I want to wash him out of my mind, out of my skin. Help me. Please!”
Ulysses hesitated. “Imogen… It doesn’t work that way.”
Maybe it didn’t, and maybe it was a terrible idea. Ulysses had only put me in the damn bed and I’d totally freaked out earlier. But now, I was determined to try.
“Please, give me a chance,” I said. When they still hesitated, I followed my instincts and added, “Believe in me. Believe in us.”
Their doubts didn’t magically fade away, but they relented anyway, unable to resist my plea.
“All right, Imogen,” Xander said. “But you have to tell us if you’re uncomfortable with anything we do.”
“Call me Genny,” I told him. “And sure. I promise.”
“Genny.” Xander smiled as he repeated the word, and for the first time, I realized he had dimples. I didn’t know how I’d missed that before. I must have been more out of it than I’d thought.
“Genny,” Ulysses whispered, and on his lips, his words sounded like a deceptively dark prayer.
“Genny,” Byron echoed him. There was already a note of possessiveness in his voice. I was pleased.
And then, Xander kissed me, and my world exploded into fire and passion. The memory of Daimon Rossi’s lips on mine still burned me, but Xander’s kiss was so different, just as lustful, just as needy, but in a different way.
He coaxed my lips open with a tenderness that was as seductive as his smile. I wrapped my arms around his neck and surrendered to the kiss, tangling my tongue with his.
Ulysses and Byron refused to be left out. Byron came up from behind me and kissed my neck, caressing every part of me he could reach. I was still dressed, but even so, his touch still made my skin tingle and my pussy throb with the need to be filled.
Ulysses tried a different approach. His aura surrounded me like a physical embrace, both comforting and passionate. It was warm, but didn’t feel suffocating, not like Daimon’s touch had been.
By the time Xander broke the kiss, I was breathless and impossibly aroused. Xander wasn’t doing much better. “Okay?” he asked, sounding wrecked.
“Very okay. More than okay.” The only thing that wasn’t okay was the fact that he’d stopped.
Byron and Ulysses seemed to have the same idea. “Good,” Byron growled. “Because I won’t lie. I really want to fuck you.”
“I think that’s what we all want,” Ulysses said. “Isn’t that right, Genny?”
The way he said those two simple syllables made the nickname sound so different, almost perverted. I couldn’t have been happier about it. It had been my family’s nickname for me, but I wanted to free that part of me from them.
And so, I nodded. “That and more. Everything and anything.”
If they still had doubts about my decision, my reply changed their minds. It wasn’t even about the words, but the simple certainty that this was the right thing to do.
Byron picked me up in his strong arms and carried me to the second bed in the room. I’d destroyed the first one out of panic, but this time, my body responded differently.
When Byron set me down, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him on top of me. I knew better than to think I could overpower him, but he went along with it anyway, allowing himself to fall onto the bed. He braced himself on the mattress to avoid squashing me, all the while scanning my face with lustful, blue eyes. “You’re playing with fire, you know that?”
“I’m not afraid,” I told him. “And like you said, this is my choice.”
Xander and Ulysses joined us, surrounding me from every angle. It was a little cramped. The bed had been built for a werewolf far larger than I was, but there wasn’t enough room for three shifters and their no longer human mate.
I didn’t really mind, though, and neither did they, because that just meant we could get closer to one another. And we did exactly that.
I ended up in Xander’s lap, sandwiched between him and the other two werewolves. It should have frightened me, but instead, it was both reassuring and arousing.
When Xander broke our kiss and licked my neck, I let out a small gasp. Ulysses brushed his fingers over my spine in a gentle, barely there caress. “Doing all right?” he murmured.
I nodded. “Yes. Please. More.”
Truth be told, I’d been so busy freaking out over everything that had happened that I hadn’t taken the time to appreciate the masculine perfection of the werewolves who had saved me. Story of my life, really. It had been the same when I’d been a huntress, since I’d always prioritized my work over everything else.
But there was nothing like that in my future anymore, no mission I had to handle, no more vampires and demons I needed to hunt. And right then and there, I couldn’t bring myself to care, not when my werewolves were touching me.
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sp; “Give me more,” I repeated fiercely. “I won’t break.”
To point out what I actually wanted, I rubbed my pussy against Xander’s erection. I wasn’t a sexy seductress, but I didn’t have to be, because some things were simple. Since we were all so close together, I ended up grinding against Ulysses and Byron too, although not quite so intimately.
It was more than enough. No matter how gentle they were, my werewolves wanted me, just like they’d said they did. And when it came to werewolves, desire came hand in hand with savagery.
Their fingernails turned into claws, sweeping through the fabric of my uniform like knives through butter. The material was meant to have some resistance to paranormal abilities. It didn’t protect me at all, but I didn’t mind. The first touch of the sharp tips on my skin made heat pool in my belly. I clutched Xander’s shoulders, wanting to rip his clothes off too, but somehow, not having enough coherence to do so. “Hurry,” I told them. “Fuck me.”
Scraps of fabric flew off me and hit the floor as my werewolves finished their task. In the blink of an eye, I was naked and completely at their mercy. After that, everything was a blur. They tumbled me on the bed and fell upon me like the beasts they not so secretly were.
I ended up on my back, with my legs spread and Byron kneeling between them. I was already so wet and aroused I could barely see straight, and when he reached for my folds and rubbed my clit with a single, clawed digit, I almost came on the spot.
His hands weren’t like those of a human man. They were rougher, and not just because of calluses. The texture of his skin felt different, and when he made contact with my clit, tiny explosions of pleasure surged through me.
The claw’s closeness to such a sensitive area of my anatomy didn’t scare me either. Somehow, Byron managed to use it to exert pressure without slicing into the skin. I wasn’t sure how it was possible, but I felt no pain.
Xander bent over me and took my right nipple in his mouth. As he sucked on the rigid peak, Ulysses stole a brief kiss from my lips. My head started to spin when our tongues tangled, as if he was somehow drugging me.
And still, I needed more. I needed them in every way, no holding back, no fear, and no doubts.
As Byron slid his index finger into my cunt, I tightened my inner walls around him. He hissed in tortured arousal. Ulysses’s breath caught. His hand landed on my hip and his claws dug into my flesh.
They didn’t ask me if I was okay again. Right now, the answer was obvious. Instead, Byron buried his face between my legs and licked my folds, his raspy tongue making me scream in delight. Ulysses took advantage of the moment to fish his cock from his pants. Gripping my hair in his fist so tightly my scalp hurt, he guided his dick toward my lips.
I could have turned away if I’d wanted to, but I didn’t. When he thrust his dick inside my mouth, I accepted it and let my eyes drift shut. Ulysses’s dick was larger than anything I’d seen on a human, so I came very close to gagging and choking. But I wanted them too much for that. I breathed through my nose and forced my body to relax, to take everything he could give me and more.
“Fucking hell,” Ulysses growled. “You… You were made for this.”
If I could have spoken, I’d have pointed out that he shouldn’t have been so surprised. Since we were soulmates, it stood to reason that I was a perfect match for them. But that didn’t really matter right now. In the end, what we had was still in its incipience. Maybe they’d thought that, because I was a human, I couldn’t be a good sexual partner to them. I’d just have to prove to them that they’d been wrong.
Of course, when Byron thrust his tongue inside me, that became easier said than done. My resolve shattered and my mind cleared of everything except the pleasure. It was utterly impossible for me to focus on trying to prove anything, when my soulmates decided it was time to tear me to pieces and rebuild me anew.
Ulysses started moving in and out of my mouth, fucking my face. If I didn’t splutter and choke, it wasn’t because of any effort I’d put in. But he was careful enough for the both of us. At the same time, his aura spread over me. It felt different from the other times he’d used it around me. There was a dark, sharper tinge to it, as if the gentle velvet of his touch hid a fiery blade.
It distracted me so much that I completely lost track of Xander. I wanted to reach for him too, to drag him in the circle of desire Byron, Ulysses, and I had already created. I needn’t have worried. He was already included and he knew exactly what I needed.
He pressed his hand over my chest, right over my heart. Compared to everything else we were doing, it was a chaste caress, but that made it all the more potent.
“It’s okay,” he said. “Just relax and let go. Let yourself feel.”
His gentle strength steadied the pulse of the passion already coursing through me, disseminating it through every atom of my body. At the same time, Byron did something with his tongue that made me spiral into near-insanity. And that was it. I couldn’t take it any longer. With a choked cry, I fell over the edge, into an earth-shattering abyss of pleasure. At the last moment, Byron pulled out of my mouth, jerked himself one last time, and came all over my face.
The sensation of being marked by him like that would have been enough to make me climax had I not already done so. Still trembling from the aftermath of my orgasm, I opened my mouth, catching as much of his semen as I could.
It was messy, and he got it all over my face and my hair. But that was the whole point, wasn’t it? Like this, everyone would know that I belonged to them and not some demon.
And they weren’t done with me, not done by far. Xander bent over me and licked a strand of spunk off my cheek. “You look so beautiful with his jizz on your face,” he whispered.
As he spoke, he pulled me upright, into his lap. My limbs felt weak, so I couldn’t help in any way. Byron and Ulysses did it for me.
The next thing I knew, Xander’s dick was nudging my pussy lips. It felt huge, even bigger than Ulysses’s. I’d never taken a man inside me. It would hurt.
But I didn’t tense, because if there was anything I was certain of right now, it was the fact that we belonged together. Pain didn’t scare me. In fact, maybe it would help me and give me some focus.
I was right. Slowly, ever so slowly, Xander slid inside me. His strong hands were on my hips, guiding me down. But even if he was gentle, the penetration still burned.
I loved it. It felt as if he was splitting me open on his dick, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I wanted more and I tried to force him to move faster.
He tightened his hold on me, keeping me from taking control. “No, you don’t, Genny,” he rumbled. “You’re not the one calling the shots here.”
Helpless, I leaned against his chest and brushed my lips over his in a feverish kiss. “Please,” I croaked out. “Please… Don’t make me wait. I need you.”
“I know,” Ulysses replied in Xander’s stead. “We need you too. That’s why we’re here, together.”
“Don’t worry,” Byron growled. “We’ll give you what you want.”
Xander gently lowered himself on his back, still holding onto me and keeping me from impaling myself on his cock. Byron pressed his hand to my back, gesturing for me to lie down on top of him. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Xander bottomed out inside me, and oh, it was glorious.
The new position left my ass completely exposed to Byron and Ulysses. Ulysses’s fingers teased the rim of my anus, and I shivered in a mix of apprehension and delight.
If Xander’s cock was splitting my cunt open, I couldn’t begin to imagine how anal penetration would feel. But I did nothing to stop them.
A slick finger slid into my ass. The sensation was weird, unfamiliar, but I was too distracted by Xander’s dick to really be bothered by it. He started rocking his hips, and while the motions were gentle, barely there, his prick was big enough that it still felt like he was tearing me open.
Another finger joined the first one in my ass. Ulysses scissored t
hem inside me, stretching my anus with unrushed, almost lazy motions. If I hadn’t known any better, I could have sworn he wasn’t as affected by this as I was. But I did know better, because his aura was growing more and more intense by the second.
Distantly, I wondered where and when Ulysses had even gotten lube. I hadn’t noticed him make any kind of preparations. But in the end, it didn’t matter, because at that moment, Ulysses decided to take things to the next level.
He pulled his fingers out of my ass, drawing a small moan of protest out of me. The sound changed into a choked cry when I felt his dick nudged my anus instead. My world started to crack around the edges as he slid his cock into my back passage.
He was even gentler than Xander, but just like before, the pain was still there. Except… It wasn’t, not exactly. My body began to have trouble separating the pain from the pleasure. The burn of their entry melted into an entirely different, addicting sensation.
I felt so full, impossibly so. They hadn’t even really started moving, and I was already overwhelmed. I was almost terrified of what would happen when they finally decided to listen to my pleas and stop treating me like I was frail.
A heartbeat later, I got my answer. Xander’s expression twisted into a dark grimace. Both he and Ulysses pulled back. And then, Xander was thrusting inside me so hard I could feel him in my throat.
Ulysses joined in, and he and Xander started a vicious, almost terrifying pace.Had I really thought I was prepared for everything they had to throw at me? I must have been out of my mind.
If they realized that, they didn’t care, or they had no intention of letting that stop them. In fact, Byron decided to add to the cocktail of sensation. Burying his hand in my hair, he forced my head upright and shoved his dick in my mouth.
My mind shut down. Penetrated by three cocks, I couldn’t move, could barely breathe, could hardly think. The only thing that remained was the heat, the desire for more, the need to be taken and claimed.
