by Maia Dylan
Fiona thought about that for a moment, then wrinkled her nose. “But what if I don’t want slow and gentle?”
Cole grinned at her and she watched as heat rose in his gaze that had her breathing a little faster. “Oh, honey, we will definitely get to the fast and hard and everything in between, but for this first time, slow and gentle is what you are going to need, and Travis and I will always give you what you need.” He pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Always.”
Then he moved down her body, gently kissing and licking her skin. When he got to her breasts, he settled in and drove her crazy with his tongue. She felt him slide his hand down over her stomach to settle against the top of her slit.
He slid his fingers down through the wetness of her pussy, then he started to slowly rub circles over her clit. His movements were measured and sure, and had her writhing against the mattress in seconds. Travis sat against the headboard of the bed and watched the two of them. Fiona checked carefully for any sign of discomfort or jealousy, but saw only tenderness and heat. A whole shit-load of heat.
Then Cole gently pushed a finger into her pussy and started to drag it in and out of her, imitating the act of making love, and she shivered at the feeling. She felt him rub against something inside her that had her arching up off the bed, screaming. “Holy shit! What in the hell was that?” she shouted, not even caring that both men laughed.
“That, lovely…” Travis informed her, and when she looked back at him again he was stroking his cock and watching her. Apparently he liked to watch. “…Was your sweet spot, or G-spot. And now that he’s found it, I have a feeling that Cole is about to rock the very foundations of your world.” Then Cole turned her into a blubbering pool of exposed nerve endings by strumming that spot within her in time with the strong draws he made on her nipples, swapping from one to the other, making sure to give attention to both equally.
Fiona had never before guessed that the two were connected, but now knew that there was a direct current of pleasure that ran from her nipples to her clit, then onto her G-Spot, that had her trembling on the edge of the abyss so damn fast it had her head spinning. Then, without warning, the wave broke over her, drowning her in pleasure. She arched her back, and with her mouth opened in a silent scream, she writhed against Cole as she rode her orgasm to the very end, then lay there fighting to breathe.
“Holy shit, that was amazing,” she groaned, her voice raspy from all the screaming her men were making her do. Then she felt Chase move to lie over her. She lifted her knees and spread them to make a cradle for his hips and knew the moment had come. Her mates were about to make love to her and take her virginity, and even though it would be Cole that did the actual taking, as far as Fiona was concerned, she was giving it to both of them.
“Fiona, are you on birth control, honey?” Cole was tense, as if he were keeping a strict hold on his arousal and control. Fiona nodded. She had been on birth control most of her life to regulate her periods, but she didn’t need to go into the joys of that. She saw his eyes flood with pleasure.
“We’re clean, honey. We can’t contract anything that would hurt you or put you in any kind of danger, and one day we would love nothing more than to see you nurse our pups, but for right now, we loving having you to ourselves.” Fiona’s heart swelled at the thought of having their child, then all thought vanished as Cole pressed the head of his cock against the sensitive folds of her pussy.
Holding his gaze, she lifted her arms to wrap them around his neck and then rolled her hips up against him, which drove him past her opening.
“Christ!” Cole’s head flew back and he trembled on his arms for a moment, and Fiona enjoyed the feel of him inside her. “Fuck, baby, you feel fantastic! So fucking hot and wet.” Cole leaned his head down and pressed his forehead to hers as he started to gently rock his hips, slipped deeper and deeper inside her as he went, slowly filling her until he groaned and she felt his hips meet hers, and she knew he was fully inside her.
Fiona felt full and stretched, and although there was a definite pinching feeling, she hadn’t felt any real pain. “Are you okay, Fi?” Cole breathed, his breath mingling with hers. She nodded and bit her bottom lip, loving the feel of him inside her. When he pulled out and then pushed back home again slowly, she moaned as sparks of pleasure radiated from her pussy that had her shuddering.
She felt fantastic and feeling him slide in and out of her was amazing, but she felt like something was missing. She needed something more from Cole and she knew he was fighting the need to give it to her the way she seemed to want it. She loved him more for the fact that he held back, but she needed him to know she wanted more.
“Cole,” she groaned, lifting her hips to meet his next thrust, loving the fact that his eyes crossed slightly at the move. “Baby, I need you to move a little faster.” She kept her eyes on his so that he could read the sincerity in them. He frowned a little and then moved a little faster and harder into her, which had her immediately moaning her pleasure.
Taking that as a hint, he sped up and moved harder, and Fiona was suddenly spiraling toward another orgasm. “Damn Cole, you fuck me so good! I’m gonna come, baby, just for you this time. Just for you!” Fiona screamed the last word as she shattered again. Cole suddenly pushed up on his arms and slammed his hips into her twice as he roared her name, and she felt him flex within her before the hot feel of his cum splashing inside her had her moaning.
Hot. So damn hot.
Cole collapsed slightly onto her and she held him tight to her. She could feel his heart pounding against her and she shuddered at the feel of it. Then, everything within her melted when he shuddered in her arms. “Goddamn it, woman! You ruined my carefully-thought-out plan.”
She smiled at the laughter in his eyes. “My plan was better.” She winked at him, making him laugh out loud.
“That it was, Fi, that is most definitely was.” He kissed her as he pulled out of her, both of them moaning at the feeling. She should be bone-tired, and perhaps bordering on exhaustion, but she had never felt more energized in her life. She felt a hand on her thigh, and when she looked down, she saw Travis leaning over her, a cloth in his hand.
“Open up, lovely.” He nudged her knees apart, then wiped the cloth over her pussy. Fiona felt her face flood with heat at such an intimate act, and she still struggled with believing that he wasn’t put off by seeing her making love to his brother. God, maybe she wasn’t cut out to be the mate of two wolf shifters.
“Fiona, stop it! I can read your thoughts clearly on that beautifully expressive face of yours. That was the hottest damn thing I have ever seen in my whole entire life! I’m doing this to take care of you, not because I don’t want to make love to you, because I do, more than I want to live, and I am praying with everything within me that you want me, too. I am doing this because I hope it will make you feel good.” And it did! The feel of the warm, wet, soft washcloth sliding over her made her shiver.
When Travis looked up at her, she sent him the hottest damn come-hither look she could muster, and loved the fact that his eyes darkened to show her that he saw it. He threw the cloth to the floor, then stood up and gently pulled her over to the edge of the bed.
“You might be a little sore after having sex for the first time, lovely, so I want to take you this way. I can control my thrusts more in this position and the added bonus is that I can play with your clit at the same time.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she giggled.
She loved the fact that they made her laugh in bed. Travis placed the head of his cock against her entrance then positioned her with her legs up against his shoulders. Slowly, he flexed his hips until he pushed into her. She moaned as she felt him slide deeper and deeper inside her. In this position, she felt every inch of him with her, and when he nudged her G-spot, she jolted.
“Oh yeah, I can also tap against your sweet spot in this position.” He grinned at her, then started to thrust steadily into her. She watched his face as intently as he watched hers and sh
e knew he was as close to coming as she was.
“Travis, fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.” Travis looked uncertain, so Fiona played hardball. She ran her hands up over her own breasts and played with her nipples. “Please, baby, I need you, too,” she moaned and saw the exact moment he lost hold of his iron control. His steady rhythm faltered and he took a deep breath and began to drive into her harder and faster. She felt his hands clench on her hips and knew that he was close to coming.
She reached her hands out, knowing without looking that Cole was right there, and he grasped her hands in his and pulled them up over her head. She felt imprisoned in a hot way, and judging by the fire in Travis’s eyes, he loved her like that too. He tensed inside her as she felt his cock twitch, signaling that he was about to come. He suddenly placed his finger on her clit and pressed, and it was like a button had been pushed that triggered her own orgasm.
“Travis!” she screamed, and vaguely heard him roaring her to the room at the same time. Wave after wave of pleasure washed up and over her and she shook as her body surrendered itself to him completely. When she settled enough to concentrate on getting her breathing under control, she found herself lying on top of Travis, who she was pleased to feel was panting just as hard as she was. Cole climbed off the bed, and then moments, later water started running in the en suite bathroom.
“Thank you for giving yourself to us, lovely,” Travis murmured from beneath her.
“You are most welcome.” Fiona sighed. “In fact, give me a few minutes and I’m sure I can be persuaded to do it all over again!” They laughed softly for a moment, and then Travis sat up and pulled her into his arms to carry her into the bathroom. He stepped down into the large spa bath and Fiona noticed that Cole sat at the other end. When she was settled in Travis’ lap, Cole pulled her feet up into his lap.
They sat quietly, soaking up the warmth of the water, comfortable with the silence. Fiona felt like she could do anything now, leap tall buildings, stop bullets, all that shit. Solving the prophecy was now just a barrier to her happily-ever-after. She had been tearing down barriers all her life, and she was determined that this time it would be no different.
Chapter 5
“Order up, bubala! Move that sweet little tuckus and go give your men a little something to eat,” Freida called from the kitchen. Fiona grinned as she grabbed the two warmed plates from the service area and took them over to Travis and Cole, who were salivating in a corner booth.
“Here you go! Two of Freida’s homemade corned beef hash with a couple of fried eggs and a side of buttermilk pancakes.” She placed the dishes down and laughed softly at the speed with which they started to tuck into the food. They had taken to having breakfast here every day she was working the morning shift, just to pop in and say hi, and it had quickly become the highlight of her day.
Freida had quickly accepted that all three of them were in a relationship and had pretty much adopted the twins as much as she had Fiona.
Sliding into the booth beside Cole, she sipped on the coffee she had left there and watched them both basically Hoover their plates clean. “Do you two actually chew your food, or just swallow it down whole?”
“You leave them alone, bubala. It does this old woman’s heart good to see people enjoy food as much as your men do.” Frieda slid a fully loaded pastrami sandwich in front of her and Fiona shot her a glare. “What! You are too skinny. You need more meat on your bones and that salad you had wouldn’t fill a child. Ess bubala, eat! I will bring you all some of my macaroons for afters. Now, ess!”
“You heard the woman, lovely. Eat!” Travis grinned at her as he wiped up the last remnants of his lunch from his plate with a piece of bread.
“She is always making me eat! I’m gonna have to hit the gym hard this afternoon to work off this lunch,” Fiona grumbled halfheartedly as she plucked the sandwich from the plate and savored the first bite. She moaned and closed her eyes at the explosion of flawlessly seasoned meat combined with the perfect blend of mayo, mustard and pickles. Best damn sandwich on the face of the earth, as far as she was concerned.
Opening her eyes, she stopped mid-chew as she caught both men staring at her with hunger and heat wild in their eyes. Chewing a couple of times to avoid choking, she finally swallowed the bite she had and hurriedly took a quick sip of water.
“What?” she said softly.
“Fi”—Cole grinned wickedly—“you make the same damn sounds when we put our mouths on, shall we say, certain sensitive feminine areas of your body.” Fiona felt heat rise in her cheeks and she narrowed her eyes at Cole, who continued to grin shamelessly back at her. “It’s true, babe, and I gotta tell you that those sounds you make have me so fucking hard right now, you won’t need the damn gym tonight to get a workout.”
That brought a kaleidoscope of visual memories of the past three weeks since they had become lovers crashing through her mind, memories of the hours they had spent loving on each other and learning what touch would prove the most pleasurable. Fiona took a deep breath as her arousal spiked and she felt moisture slide from her pussy, making her panties damp in seconds.
Damn these two! They had her in this situation so damn often she was starting to forget what it was like to not walk around as a bundle of aroused nerves, creaming her panties every five minutes. Jesus, she was seconds away from throwing her apron down and dragging the two of them out to Cole’s truck she knew was parked in the parking lot.
“Behave,” she scolded, but couldn’t hide the matching heat that flared in her own gaze.
“Okay, lovely, we’ll be good.” Travis winked and leaned back so Frieda could place the plate of macaroons on the table, and Fiona finished off her sandwich.
“Yes! Be good to our Fiona. She needs tenderness and love, and I am relying on you two to give it to her.” She smiled a rather wicked smile for a woman in her late sixties, then headed back to her kitchen.
“Did you notice that when she said the words give it to her, she waggled her eyebrows?” Travis frowned and shot a quick glance toward the kitchen. “I think she means, you know, give it to her.” Travis stressed the word it and made Fiona giggle.
“Why Travis, I did not take you for such a prude that you can’t say the word ‘sex’ in conversation.”
Travis narrowed his eyes at her. “It’s not that, Fiona. It’s the thought that that sweet little lady, who is fast becoming like family to you and is already best friends with our grandmother, knows that we are having sex with you.”
Fiona hadn’t thought about that.
“Jesus Christ, Travis.” Cole reached over and thumped Travis in the shoulder. “You can’t just use the words grandmother and sex in the same damn sentence! You’ve killed the good, tingly feeling I was enjoying and now I can’t think about making love to our woman at the moment without feeling wrong!”
“Yeah, he’s right, Trav.” Fiona shuddered and sat back against the back of the booth. “This is a conversation we will never speak of again.” They all nodded in agreement and Fiona hurried to think of something else to talk about. The only thing she wanted to avoid talking about was—
“The prophecy.” Damn it! “It’s proving more difficult than we first thought, huh.” Cole shoved a whole macaroon in his mouth, and Fiona had to fight the urge to shove the thing into his face. She only had four weeks left of summer and she felt like the damn hourglass counting down until she was out of time was moving way too damn fast!
“Yeah, Cole, you might say that.” Fiona started to shred a napkin. “We have looked at this thing so damn much everyone in the house can recite it forwards, backwards and every damn way in between. We’ve been up to the Pagan Stone and used our powers in an attempt to bring Aeron out to play, but nothing!”
“The key to solving Casey’s part was the literal meaning of one of the words. Have we looked at the spelling of the translations?”
“Yeah we have, Trav.” Fiona sighed. “We even plugged each and every word into a thesaurus application to see if
there potentially hidden meanings that the original transcript may have been referring to, but didn’t really find anything. Ariana is pretty confident that the translation is word-perfect. She—”
“What kinda fucking diner is this?”
Fiona turned toward the suddenly loud man standing at the counter with his back to them intimidating Miranda, one of the younger waitresses. “Where in the hell is the real food? This shit ain’t real food. I want a fucking steak and some damn eggs. Is that too damn much to ask for?!” Even though it was only lunch time, he sounded pretty drunk.
“I-I’m sorry s-sir, I—” Miranda stuttered when she was nervous, something that Fiona had been trying to help her with.
“I-I-I…What are you some kinda retard?” The bastard sneered and leaned right into Molly’s face and Fiona could see her tears from where she was sitting.
Fiona’s rage went from simmering to nuclear in the space of a heartbeat. She saw Frieda coming out from behind the kitchen door wielding a fry pan that Fiona knew she could swing like a Louisville slugger with the same damn accuracy as Babe Ruth. Not wanting to see either women in danger, Fiona leapt up and was halfway across the restaurant, with her mates on her heels, about to lay a mammoth-sized smack-down on the drunk fucker who thought it was appropriate to intimidate a woman a quarter of his size when a man, moving so fast he was almost a blur, came at the drunk from the other side.
Fiona, Cole and Travis all stopped suddenly and shared a shocked look as a large, muscular man with dark brown hair, gripped the drunken asshole by the back of his head and snapped it forward to ram his face against the serving counter. Even while she appreciated the speed of the move, Fiona cringed at the damage it had no doubt done to the drunk man’s face.
