by C. R. Jane
Wilder had his arm looped around my middle like a seat-belt while Daxon lounged back and kept a hand on my thigh.
"Well, this is fun," I said, being completely genuine. Sure, my seat was bumpy, but I loved being up close and personal with my guys.
And we were off, entering the tunnel.
Everything went dark very quickly, and a coldness crept up my arms, which I guessed they did on purpose to encourage snuggling. I leaned back into Wilder's arm, while Daxon's hand crept up my thigh and under my skirt.
"I like this ride," Daxon said, his fingers brushing over the fabric of my underwear, so softly that I had to hold a moan in.
Wilder, taking that as a response to his embrace, kissed my shoulder, and suddenly, I was thrown into a fantasy of these two Alphas claiming me at the same time. Of course, it also slightly terrified me with how it might play out considering both were incredibly dominating and competitive.
A flash of red light flicked on in the tunnel, and I squinted until my eyes focused.
We were gliding past a fairytale scene. Snow White lay in her glass case with her prince charming kneeling by her side. The fake woods surrounding them were swaying, birds on wires swung back and forth in the air, and a soft classical ballad played. The animatronic characters had the prince moving in closer, his mouth touching hers, then he jerked back just as Snow's eyes flipped open. That led to the seven dwarfs breaking into a skipping dance.
"This is ridiculous," Daxon grumbled.
"Hush," I said. "I love this." To be fair, I'd never experienced rides like these, but I'd read about them. And I was catching up on all the things I missed.
"You're adorable," Wilder whispered, his lips on my neck. The lights switched off again, and we were thrown into darkness.
Instinct kicked in as both men were all over me again, their mouths, their hands, and you didn't hear me complain. I just hoped they didn't have those infra-red cameras in here.
Okay, I was freaking loving the ride. A moan rolled over my throat achingly, a hand on each of the men’s legs, holding on.
Wilder groaned in my ear, while Daxon’s fingers wriggled under the elastic of my underwear.
Another flash of light and he growled. I hastily pushed his hand out from under my skirt.
"For fuck's sake, this ride is neverending," he snarled, I’m sure wanting to pull me off somewhere to act on the charged energy in the air.
Wilder chuckled and dragged me to lean against him.
We passed the display of Rapunzel in her tower where she threw down her long, golden hair for her prince. Seeing all these scenes, as ridiculous as they were... they touched a part of me. I never expected to experience my own fairy tale. Sure, what I had with Wilder and Daxon wasn't even close to a perfect happily ever after yet, but it was a love I never expected. My heart was close to bursting whenever they looked at me, touched me, made love to me. They were my prince charmings... or maybe more like the big bad wolves. But I'd take it.
The next scene we passed was that of Little Red Riding Hood. The girl in the red cape was running from a vicious wolf lunging after her, his sharp teeth inches from snapping the back of her ankle. In the background of the wood scene stood a hunter, looking like he'd come to rescue her, and he gripped a shiny axe.
"Wait, I don't recall that from the original story," I said.
"Well, that’s original. The wolf as the enemy," Daxon drawled. He jolted up in his seat, rocking the entire boat from side to side.
"Whoa," I called out, latching onto the side.
Wilder’s grip tightened as I slipped down into Daxon's spot to gain some kind of balance.
Next thing I knew, he’d leapt from our boat and onto the Red Riding Hood scene, then went about madly rearranging things. Which mostly included decapitating the hunter, then laying Red on her back, with the wolf on top of her in what strangely looked like a humping position.
I burst out laughing while Wilder groaned.
"Well, I wasn't expecting that to happen," I muttered.
"Nothing he does shocks me anymore," he said, disgruntled. Daxon still shocked me though. I was still caught off guard trying to understand who Daxon was. The affable, golden god that I’d met at the beginning, or the slightly manic heartthrob who didn’t care what anyone thought that he seemed to be now.
Our boat sailed right past the scene, with Daxon left behind when the lights went out.
Wilder hastily curled an arm around my back and hauled me up onto him. I instantly straddled him across his lap. The darkness was an illusion of the forbidden, a temptress that had butterflies beating their wings feverishly in my stomach that maybe we’d get caught.
I found his face and mouth with my hands. But he was quicker and kissed me hungrily, his fingers digging into the small of my back. I panted, feeling the hardness in his pants, and I rubbed myself against him.
"I want you all to myself," he whispered. “Mine.”
“Yes, yours,” I moaned, lost in the lust and ignoring the underlying meaning of what he was saying.
I clawed at his shoulders and plunged my tongue into his mouth, tangling with his. A distinct growl vibrated from his chest, a sound I knew all too well as his wolf needing me as much as Wilder did. Heat overwhelmed me.
I lost myself to him, wanting to hear the husky growl in his throat.
But just as quick as it started, a blinding light snapped on, and it took me seconds to realize it was sunlight. I gasped and scrambled hastily off Wilder's lap as I realized we’d just exited the love tunnel. Everyone was watching us, a few clapping.
Breathless, I pushed down my skirt over my thighs, my face on fire. Wilder ran a hand through his hair, not appearing bothered.
"Hey, where's Daxon?" I asked.
Wilder climbed out of the love boat at our stop and offered me his hand. I took it and got up, glancing back to the tunnel but finding no sign of him.
"He's big and ugly enough to look after himself."
I snorted. I don’t think anyone could ever call either of them ugly.
Just as we left behind the Love Tunnel, Miyu emerged from the crowd. “Geez, where the heck have you been?” Her words were only for Wilder. “You’re going to be late. And where’s Daxon?”
“Late?” I asked.
“The apple bobbing. It starts in five minutes and they need to be there or they are disqualified.”
“Daxon is occupied with some redecorating in the Love Tunnel. Where’s the event?”
Miyu turned to Rae, who was staring off into the crowd like he wasn’t even with us. “Rae, babe, are you listening?” She touched him on the arm and he snapped around from his daydreaming. “Can you try and find Daxon? He’s going to miss the competition.”
Next thing I knew, Wilder, Miyu, and I were carving our way through the crowd at a mad pace. Miyu wasn’t kidding when she said she needed to see the guys participating in the tournament.
By the time we had Wilder at the booth and we’d found front row seats to the event, I was gasping for air. “I need to find a way to start running again,” I moaned.
Miyu kept looking around anxiously. I touched her arm. “Is everything okay?”
She glanced back at me, her lips pinched to the side. She looked like she wanted to tell me something, but was torn if she should.
“I’m sure Daxon will be fine if he misses out,” I reassured her just as Daxon strolled onto the stage and a handful of women behind us cooed and started talking about the delicious looking specimens on the stage. A shot of jealousy jolted through me at hearing them talk about my man.
Daxon took the last empty spot amid the ten entrants. A lanky man stood between my two men. Everyone kneeled in front of a large metal tub filled with water and floating apples. They all placed their hands behind their backs.
I caught the eyes of Wilder and Daxon, both looking my way, and a flare of their competitiveness sparked in their eyes.
This should be interesting.
“It’s Rae,” Miyu suddenly s
aid, drawing my attention from the judge spelling out the rules of the tournament.
That was when I noticed Rae wasn’t actually with us or on the stage. “Where is he?”
She shrugged, and when she lifted her gaze to me, her eyes were rimmed with tears. “Something is wrong with him. Maybe it’s me. It has to be me.”
My chest tightened, and I took her hand in mine, holding her, needing her to know I was always there for her. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know. That’s the problem. But for weeks he’s not been himself, and it’s been getting worse. He hardly speaks some days, or he just goes out and doesn't return until nightfall. When I ask him, he gets angry and brushes me off. I think he’s cheating on me.” Her voice croaks like she might burst out crying.
“Oh babe, no, he wouldn’t.” I’m rubbing her back. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. How much he loves you. You just had your mating ceremony. I saw how he looked at you there. He’s crazy about you. Maybe something happened with his friends or a family member and it’s hard for him to talk about it?”
She wiped a loose tear away. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just expecting too much.”
“Stress puts an unimaginable toll on people. Give him some time so he feels your support and he’ll open up. I mean, you know guys. Some of them would die before sharing their feelings.”
She laughed and leaned in against me. “They really would, wouldn’t they?”
I hugged her. “It’ll be okay, and if he hurts you, then I’m kicking his butt all the way to the freaking moon.”
“Deal.” She smiled, but it was forced and didn’t reach her eyes. Worry flickered in my gut. They would be fine. They had to be fine.
A whistle blew that had us both jumping in our seats.
We jostled to look up at the stage where the battle had commenced.
I leaned against Miyu, holding onto her hand. “Always here for you.”
“Thanks, lovely.” She cleared her throat. “Now, who are we betting on winning?”
“I’m hoping neither to be honest.”
She gasped in an overexaggerated manner.
“Girl, if one of them wins, they will lord it over the other for eternity, and I don’t need that when they are already like two giants at war.”
She chuckled. “It’s all for you. They each want you for themselves and you’re making them share. That’s got to be killing them.”
“Yeah, I know.” That ache surged through me again as I had no idea how to begin resolving this between them.
But I shook it away and instead focused on watching the battle in front of me. This was my day off after all.
Every participant was madly plunging their face into a watery tub, fishing for an apple. But I had to give it to Daxon and Wilder. They were scooping out twice as many as everyone else at a rate that had even the judge standing behind them, cheering them on. One poor kid at the end of the line looked down at the two apples he’d spat out next to his bucket, and then sighed and gave up once he saw the speed at which my guys were going at it, more than ten already sprawled around each of their tubs.
“Wow, it’s like they’ve practiced this before,” Miyu mused, unable to take her eyes off them either.
“How many apples are in those tubs?”
“Twenty I think.”
The audience was roaring. The other contestants had basically given up by this stage, while Wilder was collecting those apples and spitting them like a madman. Water splashed everywhere each time he came up for air, his hair plastered on his brow, and he spat out another apple.
Daxon kept glancing over at Wilder, and he must have assumed he was falling behind because I was certain he just growled.
My stomach tensed. “They are going batshit crazy,” I said.
Miyu was nodding, but watching the show obsessively. All she was missing was a bucket of popcorn.
“Done!” Wilder finally splattered, the last apple dropping from his mouth.
The crowd exploded with cheers, while Daxon dropped the last apple moments later. Water dripped off his face as he cut Wilder a death glare.
I rolled my eyes. “Hey, let’s go and avoid the aftermath of their arguing,” I said.
She nodded instantly, and before long we were darting through the crowd and away from the men. “Maybe we should have come here, just the two of us,” she suggested.
“I’m starting to think the same thing.” With a laugh, I yanked her directly for the House of Horrors. “There. I want to try that.”
Miyu might have squealed with excitement, and we rushed inside.
Green smoke wafted through the dimly lit corridor like somehow we’d just stepped into a creepy-ass house. Picture frames lined the wall with old black and white photos of freaky families who all had white eyes. The faint light overhead kept flickering on and off, when a sudden scream had us both jumping into each other's arms.
I erupted into laughter.
“Geez, Rae will never stop teasing me if he sees us scared like this.”
“Yep, we’re werewolves, not chickenwolves. Let’s go.”
With a small group of teens entering the house behind us, we moved to the door at the end of the hallway which swung open in our presence.
There were three hallways before us with a number above each entry, and I glanced over to Miyu for her decision.
But in that exact moment, the kids behind us brushed right past, nudging us aside aggressively.
“Hey, watch it,” I called out, stumbling, while they screamed and ran into various hallways.
An inhuman snarl came from behind us, and I jostled around to where a six-foot zombie, clothes torn from his body and pus leaking from his wounds, was coming right for us.
I flinched.
Um, he looked so freaking real.
Miyu screamed, and when I whipped back around, she was gone.
“Miyu?”
The growl behind me rose in volume, so I sprinted into hallway number three, as it seemed like a good number and I didn’t want to be caught.
I was running, scared and laughing at the same time, calling out, “Miyu! Where are you?” I kept turning left and right, taking any passage I came across, but when I found myself mostly alone and feeling like I was going in circles, I started to worry this place was a maze and I was lost.
So, I fast-walked back the way I came, figuring I must have taken a wrong turn.
The moment I turned another corner, a shadow fell over me from behind.
I screamed instantly.
Strong hands grasped me around the waist and I was off my feet in seconds. Everything happened too fast. One second I was in the haunted corridor, and in the next second, I was brought into a small storage room filled with props like curtains and plastic skeletons.
Fear tripped through me, and I fought to be let down.
When my feet kissed the floorboards, I swung around, my fist flying through the air.
Daxon captured my wrist and tsked at me.
His gaze fell to my lips, a predatory grin spreading his mouth. He liked my fear, that was obvious.
Daxon made me lose all control with a single look as his gaze told me all about the myriad of filthy, dirty things he wanted to do to me. My heart thumped like crazy in my chest, adrenaline still skyrocketing through me from being scared.
But I slapped his arm with my other hand. “You scared the crap out of me.”
“You thought I wouldn’t catch you after you ran from the tournament?” He grinned, and his wolf peeked out from behind his eyes.
“I didn’t realize we were playing a cat and mouse game,” I gasped back.
He laughed like I’d somehow missed the obvious.
Before I could respond, he came at me, his intensity seeming to fill up the entire small room. I was in his arms in a second, my back hitting the wall as he pinned me in place.
Our mouths clashed as his hands tugged up my skirt. His hunger was ravenous, dominating, and I gasped as he took me like
he owned me.
He curled a finger under the band of my thong and ripped it off me.
I moaned at his aggressiveness, but he was unrelenting, his mouth on my neck, his hand between my thighs.
I softened, whimpering at the way his hands stroked my clit perfectly.
“You got me so fucking hard on that damn boat ride.” His touch slid along my drenched pussy. When he pushed two fingers into me, I moaned, my head thrown back, and I lost all thoughts.
If I thought I had any control of myself, I was very mistaken. Daxon made sure of that.
“Is this what you want?” he asked.
I nodded, grabbing at his shirt, tearing it apart, buttons flying everywhere.
He laughed, loving that. I frantically yanked at the buttons on his jeans.
His cock popped out, thick and heavy in my hand. It made me feel dirty to be in this room, hidden away with the public right outside the doors, grasping onto his huge dick, not caring if anyone walked in on us. It also made me feel a little bit alive.
Daxon growled savagely as I palmed him up and down.
He pulled at my dress, the straps sliding down my shoulders, and with a final tug, he freed my breasts as I tried to keep my cries soft.
“I want to see all of you,” he growled. “I want to hear you. I want everyone else to hear you too, to hear how you scream for me.”
His hand grabbed a breast and squeezed, his other cupped my ass, his fingers grazing along my crack, teasing me.
“Get your ass on the floor. Hands and knees,” he commanded, and I hesitated for a second because the floor was a bit...dirty.
Daxon slapped my ass, and I squealed. The sting of his strike sent a shiver to my pussy, and I bit my lower lip, squeezing my thighs together.
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
I couldn’t find my voice, but instead did as he ordered me because I was weak when it came to Daxon. And I was desperate to feel him inside me.
Using his discarded shirt as a blanket, I kneeled down on it. He came in from behind me, nudging my legs open, and pushed the dress up to my waist.
I’d never thought I’d like to be dominated during sex. In fact, I’d always thought I’d hate it after what I’d been through with Alistair. But something about the way Daxon,and Wilder, did it was freeing. Like I didn’t have to make any decisions, I could just live in the moment, feel all the sensations, just enjoy the pleasure.
