Just as he pulled her close, steadying her in the enclosure of his arms, Caine came in and Julie wanted the floor to simply open up and swallow her. Shivering, she strained away from the disturbingly stimulating circle of Ryan’s embrace.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” she heard Ryan say, almost in her ear as his lips brushed close. “You know you’re safe with us.”
“You can stop frightening her, Ryan,” Caine growled as he advanced. “Seriously. I can’t turn my back for five minutes and you’re at it.”
“He wasn’t frightening me,” Julie said quickly, unable to keep from coming to Ryan’s defense. His wolfish grin brought the heat to her face as she stared up at him. Pushing against his formidable chest, she came up against a rock-solid wall that wouldn’t budge.
“Then why can I feel you tremble?” Caine said quietly from behind her, shocking Julie by his closeness. She could virtually feel his breath rumbling against the back of her neck as his hands came to rest heavily on her shoulders, massaging gently.
Everything seemed to spin in circles within the room. Julie couldn’t seem to handle all the testosterone flying around and she blamed it on all the wine she had. She usually had more control over her emotions and yet around these two, she felt as helpless as a schoolgirl caught in the crossfire of her first crush.
“Well, maybe because she’s so turned on by us both she doesn’t know what to do,” Ryan declared, his words spreading the heat from Julie’s face down to the apex of her thighs where desperately hot moisture pooled.
Julie knew what Ryan said was true and so she couldn’t deny it. Couldn’t lie that she didn’t feel the most wanton thrill from being pushed in between two powerful men in this way. The deliciousness in their heated gaze, the hunger in the way they licked their lips, unable to take their eyes from her curvy frame. Why had this never been her fantasy before? Well, that didn’t matter; it certainly was now. It felt so good; Ryan’s steely hardness pushing against her belly while Caine’s equally rock-stiff erection prodded against her lush, round ass.
She felt Ryan’s hands slide down her waist to her hips and his fingers dug in so firmly she could feel the imprint of each one. She gasped, unsure what to do as a myriad of sensations washed over her. Images of a carnal tango with her caught between these two hot men her mind whirl for a few moments and she struggled to breathe. Behind her, Caine carefully brushed aside her hair from her neck, baring the sensitive flesh to his searching lips as his mouth sucked on her skin softly.
“Relax, Julie. Let yourself go. There’s no reason to hold anything in. We can give you what you need. Everything and more,” Caine rasped, the warmth of his breathe in her ear twisting her nipples into tight knots that begged to be kissed.
More...? How could they possibly give her more was the thought racing through Julie’s fuddled brain. Because wishing to be taken by two men was definitely more than she’d ever wanted before. Or at least thought she wanted.
Were they truly serious about this or was this just some crazy alcohol-induced joke? She didn’t have to wonder for long. The way they held her...touched her, it was clear that they both wanted her, wanted to take her. Both of them wanting nothing more than to ravish her body.
Perhaps that had always been their plan. Had they set up this little seduction scene from the start? Julie felt a mixture of consternation and excitement. The very idea of having them claim her both had the titillating ingredient that was so taboo, and so out of her comfort zone she was trembling more than ever. Could she? More to the point...should she?
“Will you let us have you, Julie?” It was Ryan who spoke, and she forced her eyes open to meet the mesmerizing heat of his gaze. Her name from his lips sounded like an erotic caress of a suede-lined whip lashing against her senses. She moaned, clutching the front of his t-shirt, her fingers gripping on for dear life.
“I...this is all so new. So crazy,” Julie breathed, head shakily groggily.
She felt Caine’s arm snake round across her chest as he gently held her chin and turned her face to the side where his lips waited to claim hers.
“You need to trust us, beautiful. Don’t be afraid to give in to what your body wants. If you say the word, we’re yours.”
“Caine,” she whimpered, and it seemed all the encouragement he needed to seize her lips in a deep, breathless kiss.
Julie’s eyelids snapped closed and she succumbed to the masterful heat of Caine’s lips. He devoured her with a masculine dominance, delving his tongue deep inside to mate with hers. She felt blown away by the addictive taste and texture of him, spicy and sweet. She felt safe in his kiss, and yet still there was a dark, wild promise in the way he thrust in roughly with that velvet tongue that made her shiver.
In that same moment, she felt lips tracing her collarbone, bared by Ryan’s fingers drawing her neckline off her shoulder. He began a moist, sensual trail that led up to her throat where he nuzzled, groaning deeply as he inhaled her scent. Julie felt swamped with pleasure she almost wasn’t equipped to handle. Even with Caine’s kiss sweeping her senses into mush, she was much too aware of Ryan’s hands, dipping past the high hem of her dress and reaching up, up over to the top of her thighs. Feeling his touch on her naked flesh had her groaning against Caine’s mouth. The next second, Ryan cupped seeking fingers in between her thighs, and his thumb flicked across her clit through her panties. She jerked as if stung by a thousand electric eels.
“Easy, babe,” Ryan said softly, lifting his face from where he’d buried it in her neck. Breathless, she broke from Caine’s intoxicating mouth. Before she could think, Ryan’s free hand came up to pinch her chin and he turned her to face him.
“My turn,” he growled, his teasing smile a flash of white against his tanned, handsome face. Julie felt her heart pounding in her chest, her body aware of every smooth touch, every graze of their fingertips, or squeeze of their greedy hands. This was really happening.
Ryan closed in for a kiss and it all became clear to Julie that this wasn’t a game. If she let them, they’d lead her to the depths of pure, carnal pleasures. Ryan’s ravenous mouth on hers showed her he’d be just as demanding, as sensually delightful, as Caine. They even tasted alike: all hungry, hot and wild.
Ryan slicked his wicked tongue across the seam of her lips, weakening her knees and sending a trickle of juice down her inner thighs. Then he ran his tongue all over the inside, lapping and probing, drawing her out to meet him in the open as Julie learned to duel with her tongue.
She couldn’t tell for sure how they moved to the sofa. All she knew was she felt herself backing up and then her knees hit the cushions before she was pulled down along with them. Ryan’s possessive kiss distracted her from the fact that firm, sure hands – definitely Caine’s - were drawing her thighs far apart and pushing up one knee so she had one foot propped on the sofa, leaving her exposed to penetrating, hungry eyes. She gasped; shocked to her marrow but before she could tug down the skirt of her dress, Ryan gently but firmly found her wrist and guided her hand slowly down to his hardness.
Julie’s fingers closed around his massive erection straining against his jeans, and another gasp of shock escaped her. Nothing had ever felt so powerfully hard and thick. Unable to control herself, she squeezed experimentally and was rewarded with Ryan’s deep groan of approval. Her fingers traced the outline of him, confined as it was beneath the fabric. Senses alight, she stroked him hungrily and was so caught up in his delicious hardness that when Caine’s fingers pushed aside the seam of her panties, she hardly made a move to stop him.
“You’re so curvy...so incredibly beautiful,” Ryan whispered thickly against her lips as he partially broke the kiss moments later. “You only need to close your eyes and give in to everything you’re feeling, Julie. Can you do that?”
Julie’s throat felt strangled and she could only let out a soft, needy mewl as she quivered and shook. Her eyes flew down between her spread legs to find Caine’s head lowering to plant kisses up her right knee
straight to the juncture of her thighs. His fingers stroked her from behind the panel of her panties and she let out an open-mouthed groan. Her folds felt electrified from his touch as he seemed to part her vulva for his tender perusal.
She heard him murmur the words soft, beautiful, sexy, and the heat rose high on her cheeks till she felt robbed of air. Feeling his gaze was so forbidden and yet, empowering at the same time. She never felt so much like a woman till Caine leaned even closer and set the tip of his tongue right at her slit. Bucking, she almost couldn’t hold back her cry of desperate, unashamed pleasure.
But even that was just the beginning. Ryan, busy at her bodice, was working on unfastening the tiny bows holding the front of her dress together. He bared her cleavage in seconds, and Julie could only watch with breath bated in expectation as he pushed aside the cups of her lacy bra and freed her full, swollen breasts with their dark pink nipples.
“You make us so wild for you...so damn hot for your body,” Ryan growled, meeting her eyes for that single, earth-stilling moment before he closed his mouth over one thick, rigid nub at her breast.
This had to be a dream. No way could all this pleasure be real, thought Julie dazedly. Caine’s cool, silky tongue tasting her sweet pussy, making her center a scorching hub – and Ryan, tugging at her nipples with teeth both rough and sweet, making her toes curl and her back arch as she gave herself to them. Both men’s mouths on her body, teasing and pleasing her had Julie crossing the line of ecstasy into sublime agony. So good...yet so very bad. She arched her spine till she was bent back as far as she could go, offering herself up to her attentive, dedicated lovers whose groans of approval filled the room.
“You taste so sweet,” Caine said with his voice thick and deep. His tongue lapped gently and steadily over her folds and turned her lower body to jelly. “I want to make you come, Julie... come for us.”
It didn’t take long before Julie lost control of all senses but the buzzing vibrations of Caine’s skillful tongue lapping against her while Ryan kneaded her breasts and scraped his perfect teeth against her throat, kissing her relentlessly. She struggled to breathe, to think straight, and then gave up trying to make sense of all that she felt. The desire for these two beautiful men was both terrifying and intoxicating but they forced her to let go, to give in to the hurricane of pleasure that engulfed her, forcing her over the edge.
Julia gasped, a desperate cry, her head thrown back as her body heaved against their strong embrace. Caine refused to stop licking and kissing her clit and thighs, moving quickly as if he had done it a thousand times before and knew where every sensitive nerve ending lived. Ryan held her tight in his arms, his broad chest now pushed firmly against her back, cradling her in strong, controlled hands that kept her steady while Caine claimed her as his own.
Nothing could have prepared her for the way these two men made her feel. Every fantasy, every dream, nothing compared to the wild, unbridled desire as wave after wave of hot, sticky sweet pleasure rolled over her, the thundering growl of Ryan begging her to just let go, to give into their want and need for her, washing over her skin, buzzing in her ear. And then it happened.
Her body was no longer her own as it was as though she were merely a puppet in their wonderfully possessive show. She was lost in a maze of ecstasy, falling facedown into a pool of indescribable bliss. The jagged rush of abandon grew and grew inside her till there was nothing left of her being. Around her the world faded to mist as she flung her head from side to side, suddenly erupting into a rainbow of fireworks.
Julie heard a shrill cry spilling from her mouth, her orgasm slamming into her from the back and torpedoing her into orbit – and then all was dark.
Chapter Four
What the hell had happened? She wondered, hands pressed against her throat as she stared bemusedly round the dim expanse of her own bedroom. How did she get here?
The last thing she remembered was laughing almost drunkenly at something Ryan had been telling her. Caine then came back in to meet them from seeing everyone else out the door. Had she been so out of it she hadn’t realized when she’d got herself home?
She looked down at herself and saw that she still wore her dress. Thank God. For a moment she’d been so afraid that the wild, sexual dream had been real. That she actually did let not just Caine, but Ryan do things to her body that had triggered the most intense orgasm of her life. Now that would really have been something.
She slipped out of bed and wavered on her bare feet as she tried to stand. Okay, definitely no more wine or any kind of spirits for her, not for a good while, she vowed. Shaking her head slightly in self-reproof, she padded to the large bay window looking out into the night and she sighed deeply.
The dream had felt so good. Was she so awful for wishing it had been real?
Deep inside, she ached for a fulfillment that felt like it had been denied her. She’d loved the feel of Ryan in her dream, his lips bold and his hands greedy and possessive as they had held her tightly. She moaned softly, remembering how Caine’s tongue had felt so delightful dancing over her secret places, bringing her such deep pleasure.
Julie bit hard on her bottom lip as a tremor of desire vibrated through her belly. Her eyes were suddenly drawn to the midnight moon and she wondered what both men were doing, right at that very moment.
Were they thinking of her, longing for her? Part of her felt so ashamed of these new feelings that brewed within yet another part of her so desperately wanted to lose herself to these men with complete, reckless abandonment. To not care about consequences, or what people may think about her. To just give in...to give herself to them completely. The question was – could she trust herself not to fall too hard?
* * *
They could see her silhouette outlined in her bedroom window. Even from so far away they could discern her need, her desperate longing for them. Crouching low in their wolf form, both Caine and Ryan growled, their need for a mate dominating their every thought.
She needs us just as badly as we need her.
Ryan didn’t have to look Caine’s way for their thoughts to connect. They’d known for so long they could easily read each other’s mind. Now that they’d shifted, all their senses were more heightened than ever and the unique scent of their mate reached them in sensuous notes dancing in the wind.
Hours earlier, they’d carried her home after she fell asleep from complete passion-induced exhaustion. Ryan had to carry her soft, curvy form back home, aided by Caine who’d let them into the dark, silent house. They’d gently laid her on her bed, and it had been all they could do to walk away.
Ryan didn’t think he’d ever forget the way she’d squirmed beneath his lips and moaned his name as he’d pulled at her dark pink nipples with his teeth. She had the softest skin, faintly scented with flowers and musk. Her breasts had been exquisitely rounded orbs, firm and youthful. Julie had had no idea how close to the truth she’d been when she’d teased him about being a big bad wolf about to eat her up.
Lucky for Caine who had actually had that privilege. He’d dipped his tongue in places Ryan still longed to explore, but he was patient. He knew he’d get his turn to taste her sweet desires. It had given them both immeasurable satisfaction to bring her to orgasm the way they had. But they hadn’t had the heart to take things further, to claim her as their own. No, for that she would have to fully give in...to beg them not to stop.
She is unlike any other woman I’ve ever met, thought Ryan as his gleaming eyes never moved from the slim, shapely figure standing looking at the moon from her window.
But we shouldn’t have gone so fast, Caine growled quietly. But when I came in and saw her in your arms, I couldn’t help myself.
Neither could I. She drove me crazy with the scent of her desire. I could smell her desire between her thighs, calling to me, confessed Ryan.
We need to take our time. They knew that. This wasn’t just about sex for them. They could get that easily, from anywhere. It was much more powerful, much mo
re important than that. She was their intended mate, the one woman they were destined to share for the rest of their lives.
They knew that Julie had to trust them first, get to know them. They’d already invited her into their lives, and she’d met their friends. Hawke and Vern along with their mates shared one pack with Caine and Ryan. The other two men had found their mates months ago and both women were human, which meant that Hailey and Jemima would know exactly how to welcome Julie into the fold. They hoped that was enough.
Convincing Julie to come to terms with that fact that they were werewolves was almost as daunting as having her understand that Caine and Ryan fully intended to share her as their mate.
But this was their way, the way of the clan. It was the only way to survive. They just had to convince her that they could make her happy. Deliriously happy.
Chapter Five
Julie couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.
She seemed to be getting that a lot more lately. Ever since she decided to go on these early morning runs, she couldn’t shake off the feeling she wasn’t alone. But she never saw anyone.
This was the safest neighborhood so she knew that she had nothing to fear. That’s the main reason she’d chosen to buy property there, even though it cut a big dent in her savings. She’d needed someplace her ex boyfriend would never think to look for her.
And lately she’d needed a way to release all the pent-up energy she seemed to have. Ever since that eventful dinner three nights ago, Julie realized she needed an outlet that could keep her mind off her strange desires. What did it all mean?
She remembered how at first she’d considered her attraction for Caine and decided she was going to be more open to his advances. But then meeting Ryan forced her to face the reality that for the first time in her life, she was incredibly attracted to not just one, but two men, and that she knew she’d never be able to choose.
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