by Kim Fox
Everything felt so fucking amazing. Slate’s thick dick, sliding over her tongue, burning her throat as she tried to take him all the way in, and Karl’s hard cock, pressing, stretching and filling her as he pushed his muscular hips forward.
She pulled out Slate’s dick and cried out as Karl thrust all the way inside of her. “Fuck!” This was perfect. His dick hit every spot and Layla pushed her ass back, wanting more. And he gave it to her.
She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth as he found a rhythm that was fast but not too brutal. He fucked her with long, quick strokes, that filled her easily and hit every erogenous zone that she had, including some that she didn’t even know existed.
Layla tilted her hips into him as he pounded her with deep, powerful thrusts. She opened her eyes with a gasp as she remembered the other brother. She didn’t want to neglect him.
“Don’t worry,” Slate said, gently pushing her hand away when she reached for his cock. “Just enjoy it. This is all I need. I love watching you get fucked. It’s so fucking hot.”
She let out a whimper in response. She couldn’t talk, could barely breathe. Karl’s hips were putting her in a trance, bringing her up to a high that she was ready to crash down from.
“She’s so tight,” Karl said with a groan. “She’s so fucking warm. I’d give you a turn but I don’t ever want to leave this perfect pussy.”
“Keep fucking her,” Slate said, reaching under her and caressing her breasts. “She likes it.”
Fuck yeah, she did. Four hands on her. So many muscles and cocks. Layla had died and gone to shifter fucking heaven.
“I’m going to come,” she moaned, lowering her head and closing her eyes. They were bringing her too high and now she was about to come crashing down. It was too intense, too much.
“Don’t stop fucking her,” Slate said as he reached down and began rubbing her throbbing clit with his hand, helping her along.
Layla screamed out as she flew off the edge, everything unraveling inside of her at once. Mind-blowing pleasure rushed through her body from her fingertips down to her toes as her fiery orgasm consumed her. Slate lowered his mouth onto hers, swallowing her whimpers with his lips. She thrust her tongue into his mouth while her pussy clenched around his brother’s dick that was still sliding in and out of her.
Her arms and legs were trembling and she would have collapsed if it wasn’t for their strong hands holding her up. “Holy fuck,” she gasped as the consuming heat flowed through her.
The boys were already turning her body as the intense high rushed through her veins, blinding and overwhelming her.
Slate laid down on the ground as Karl positioned her body over him. Layla swallowed hard as she grabbed Slate’s dick and slowly lowered her throbbing pussy onto it. It slid in easily and he let out a hard groan as she pushed all the way down and rocked her clit onto his hard pelvis.
They were so hot, all toned and abed up. She placed her open palm on his rippling stomach, moaning at the hardness of his abs, as she moved her hips up and down. “Come here,” she gasped, looking at Karl. She wanted to feel him release in her mouth. She wanted to make them feel how they were making her feel.
Karl stepped forward and she took him deep into her mouth, licking, teasing, and sucking; leaving no part of his delicious cock untouched by her mouth. Soon she had them both drawing deep, low groans, and hisses of breath.
“Come for me boys,” she moaned as she bounced up and down on Slate’s rock hard dick. “All of us at the same time. Let’s complete the triad.”
The boys responded with grunts, curses, and whispers of her name. Slate thrust his hips up, fucking her with a brutal pace that was threatening to make her come once again. Layla opened her mouth wider and let Karl all the way in, her eyes watering at the burning deepness of it.
They were all so close. She could tell. Muscular chests billowing in and out, strained necks, faces twisted in grimaces, fingers that were gripping that much harder, they were all about to come.
Layla gave it everything she had, writhing her hips on Slate’s cock, making her tits bounce up and down, as Karl hissed out a long breath while she sucked him so hard that her cheeks ached.
They all came as one.
Hot, salty spurts of come filled Layla’s mouth as Slate grabbed her hips and slammed into her, crying out loud as he released his load deep inside of her pussy. “Mmmmm,” she moaned, swallowing Karl’s delicious seed as her pussy erupted in a fiery wave of heat around Slate’s hard cock.
Her pulse was racing as her vision faded in and out of darkness. She threw her head back and cried out as every cell in her body was consumed with a blinding, overwhelming pleasure.
Strong hands caught her as she collapsed. She closed her eyes, moaning contently as her two men pulled her into their embrace, wrapping their muscular arms around her and keeping their bodies close to hers. She felt so safe, so protected, so fucking satisfied. If this was what a triad meant, then she was ready to sign up for life.
She laid there curled up in their arms, as the waves of pleasure slowly subsided, leaving her with a contented, radiating glow.
“You’re too beautiful for words,” Karl said, his warm masculine breath washing over her hot skin.
“Perfection,” Slate whispered as he kissed her lips softly.
She opened her eyes to answer but something was wrong. The whites of Karl’s eyes were black, giving him a sinister look. She gasped as she stared into them, feeling a strong pull towards him. Why are his eyes like that?
She turned to tell Slate but his eyes looked the same; the whites covered in a black fog. She felt the same strange pull, like a rope had been tied around her soul, pulling her to each of the twins.
She took a breath of relief after a few seconds when the black fog disappeared from their eyes and they were back to normal. No. Not normal. Different.
They were watching her with a look that was beyond words. It sent warm shivers down her spine. “Are you guys okay?” she asked, swallowing hard.
Karl leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips. “We are now.”
“What?” she asked, turning to Slate. She was so confused.
Slate just kissed her as well. “We just bonded to you,” he said, tightening his arms around her.
“We’re yours,” Karl said. “If you’ll have us.”
After two orgasms like that, she was as good as theirs forever.
Layla smiled. “I’ll have you,” she said. “Both of you.”
She lifted up her hand and the two twins swallowed it in their large grips.
Triad completed.
nine
“I’m glad that you worked it out, Slate,” Tyler said, pulling him in for a hug. “It’s never fun when brothers are fighting.”
“Thanks, Tyler,” Slate said, patting his back. Tyler knew first hand how destructive things could get when two brothers went head to head. His older brother, Jacob, had tried to kill him before he excommunicated him from his home.
“It was the right move,” Slate said, stepping back. “I was just being stupid. It feels perfect.” He had his brother and his girl by his side. What more could he want?
Beer. He wanted a beer.
He thanked Tyler again and walked over to the fridge with a skip in his step. He had been with other girls before, but never with Karl at the same time, and never with a girl as phenomenal as Layla. He was still dreaming of her soft skin and sweet smell when he opened the fridge and grabbed three beers.
The other two-thirds of his triad were sitting around the campfire, lounging around with the others while Stetson cooked up a big pot of pulled pork for his famous pulled pork sandwiches.
“Smells good,” Slate said, walking over and peeking over the big guy’s arm into the pot. Slate loved pulled pork.
Stetson looked at him funny. “You seem different.”
“I am different,” Slate said with an unstoppable smile. “I’m complete now.”
Stetson dropped hi
s spatula as his mouth fell open. “No,” he said, looking at him in shock. “You bonded? Karl too?”
Slate straightened his back and smiled. “The triad is complete.”
“I’m so happy for you guys,” Stetson said, wrapping his monster arms around him and giving him a barbecue sauce splattered hug. “I was worried about you. You can be a stubborn little-”
“Mule?” Slate said, finishing Stetson’s sentence when he paused.
“I was going to say asshole,” Stetson said, “but we can go with mule.”
Slate laughed. “I guess I had that coming.”
“Where is she going to stay?” Stetson asked. “Two cabins for three people doesn’t really add up.”
“Huh,” Slate huffed, staring at the two cabins, sitting side by side. He hadn’t thought about that. They couldn’t all fit in one cabin and taking turns with Layla was never going to work.
“I got just the thing,” Slate said with a grin. He marched over to where Layla and Karl were sitting with the rest of the Squad and he handed them the beers.
“Where are you going?” Karl asked when Slate marched off.
“I have to do a little home renovation,” Slate said with a smirk.
“What?” Karl said, looking confused.
Slate just smiled. “You’ll see.”
“Oh my God, my brother has lost his mind.” Karl just stared with parted lips as Slate yanked the cord of the chainsaw and it roared to life.
“Is he going to murder us with that thing?” Camilla asked, staring at Slate with wide eyes.
“I don’t think so,” Kylee said. Slate turned to them with a crazed look in his eye and let out a booming war cry. Kylee grimaced. “I better get my gun just in case.”
Layla stood up on her chair and Karl couldn’t help but take a quick glance at her nice ass. “What are you doing?!?” she yelled using her cupped hands as a makeshift megaphone.
Slate winked at her. “Making your new home,” he yelled back to her over the roar of the chainsaw.
Layla glanced back at Kylee with a grin. “You better go get that gun. I think he’s lost his mind.”
Sparks and sawdust exploded into the air as Slate thrust his chainsaw into the side of Karl’s cabin. Of course, he starts with my cabin.
Slate dragged the chainsaw up the wall cutting a line up to the roof. “Stets,” Slate yelled. “A little help, big guy.”
Stetson walked over and scooped Slate up onto his massive shoulders. The chainsaw maniac continued cutting a line along the curve of the roof.
“You guys are insane,” Camilla said, shaking her head. “But I like insane.”
When they finished the whole side wall of the cabin fell over with a crash. “Oh great,” Karl said from the firepit. “I can see my bed and nightstand. I can’t wait until the animals move in.”
Stetson grabbed the side wall and carried it off over his head while Slate turned and gave them a thumbs up with a proud look on his face.
Layla gave him a thumbs up back. “What did I get myself into?” she whispered while she shot Slate a nervous smile.
“Oh, this is nothing,” Karl replied. “It’s going to get worse. Believe me.”
Slate turned and plunged the chainsaw into the side wall of his cabin next. Stetson lifted him up again as he cut away his wall too, leaving a gaping hole in the side of the second cabin.
“All for you, Layla,” Slate yelled as he turned the chainsaw off.
“You shouldn’t have,” Layla yelled back. “Really. You really, really shouldn’t have.”
“Ready, Stets?” Slate asked and the big guy nodded. Slate walked around his cabin to the good side and Stetson walked around Karl’s cabin to its good side. The two bear shifters pushed the cabins with a grunt and they slid across the grass, slamming into each other to create one massive cabin.
Karl smiled. “It could work.”
Layla was looking up at the clouds in the sky. “If it doesn’t rain.”
Slate had a wide grin on his face as he walked back over, covered in a coat of sawdust. “Cool, huh?” he said, looking back at his handiwork. The two cabins were locked tightly together. The three of them could live in the same place comfortably and Karl was thrilled that it was all working out. He felt a lightness in his chest that he didn’t think would ever go away. As long as Layla and Slate were in his life, it wouldn’t.
“Great job, bro,” Karl said, slapping hands with him.
Layla ran up and gave Slate a kiss on his sawdust covered lips. “I love it!” She turned and kissed Karl next. “I can’t wait to try it out.”
“We will,” Slate said, looking over at the delicious smelling black pot. “But let’s eat first!”
Layla was thrilled. Thorn had loved her idea.
They were sitting around the campfire, all slumped down in pain after eating too many pulled pork sandwiches. Layla couldn’t believe how juicy they were. She had to take a second one just to make sure, and then a third one because, well…stop judging!
“We can specialize in shifter weddings,” Thorn said as he stroked Scrappy’s sleeping head. “I like it.”
“And Layla is a wedding coordinator,” Karl said. “She can stay and help us out.”
Layla’s heart pounded hard as she waited for Thorn’s reply. She desperately wanted to stay here on the Clawed Ranch. She loved the feel of the mountain air, the wonderful nights lounging around with good food and wine, the people who were really starting to feel like family to her, her horse, and of course, her two sexy men. She was in love with both of them and they were both in love with her.
“You should stay,” Thorn said and Layla exhaled in relief. She was so happy that she could have kissed the sexy alpha. Although, she did have her hands already full with two hot shifters.
Thorn chuckled. “We do need someone to keep those two in line.”
“Don’t worry,” Layla said, smiling as she placed a hand on each of the twin’s arms. “I’ll keep these boys on a short leash.”
“Cheers!” Camilla said, raising her glass. “To the newest member of The Clawed Squad!”
Layla squealed in delight as they all cheered and clinked glasses.
Kylee was staring at everyone’s glasses with thirsty eyes. “I miss wine,” she said, rubbing her pregnant belly. “So much.”
Stetson leaned over and kissed her temple, then kissed her belly. “It will be worth it, babe.”
She smiled and kissed her mate on the lips. “I know.”
“Who has a good story?” Thorn asked, laying back in the chair and putting his feet up on the pile of logs.
Camilla shot her hand in the air like the teacher’s pet in class. “I want to hear why Slate and Karl went to jail.”
Layla jerked her head from twin to twin, nearly giving herself whiplash. “You two were in jail?”
Royal laughed. “Why is that such a surprise? Slate just ruined two cabins with a chainsaw less than ten minutes ago.”
“It’s not a crime if it’s our property,” Slate said with his chin in the air.
Thorn shook his head. “We’re renting those cabins.”
Slate’s mouth dropped. “Oops,” he said with his cheeks turning red. “Just put it on my tab.”
“Why were you guys in jail?” Layla asked again. She was dying to know. Did she jump into this too fast? There was still so much about these guys that she didn’t know.
Karl took a deep breath. “We borrowed some cars.”
“You borrowed them?” Kylee asked with a raised eyebrow. “I hear that excuse all of the time, right before I throw people in jail.”
“Weren’t you guys from a rich family?” Tyler asked. “Why were you two stealing anything?”
“We were young and reckless and needed a thrill,” Slate said. “And we needed to borrow cars to play our game.”
“What game?” Layla asked. “Who can go to prison the fastest?”
“No,” Karl said. “The donut game.”
Royal laughed. “I
used to do donuts in parking lots when I was younger too.”
“Not that kind of donut,” Slate corrected. “We would steal a car, drive up to a police station, and throw donuts at any cops standing outside.”
“Why, on Earth, would you do that?” Kylee asked, looking annoyed.
“Have you ever been chased by ten cop cars while you’re in a stolen car?” Karl asked. “It’s the ultimate thrill.”
“You two are ultimate idiots,” Kylee said, crossing her arms over her chest. “And I’m glad you two got caught.”
“We don’t play it anymore,” Karl said with a shrug. “You don’t have to be so mean.”
“Although,” Slate said, pointing at Kylee’s police car parked beside the pickup trucks and Stetson’s Jeep. “We have a cop right here. We can play now.” He grinned while he waited for Kylee’s reaction.
“You throw anything at me,” she said with a laugh. “And I’ll shoot you.”
“Geez,” Slate said grinning. “I thought Stetson was the mean one in the couple.”
Kylee raised her arm and flexed it. “You have no idea,” she said with a smirk.
They were enjoying the night but eventually Layla was ready to move onto other things. She glanced back at her newly converted log mansion. It looked like someone pushed a log cabin up against a mirror. Time to test it out.
“I’m getting tired,” she said with a yawn.
Karl and Slate looked at her with sparkling eyes. They knew what that meant. The happy triad said goodnight and Layla walked over to her new home, holding hands with her new men.
“Pretty cool,” she said as she walked in. The two beds were pushed together in their new master bedroom. She jumped on the bed, landing on her back. A cloud of sawdust blew up into the air around her.
She gulped as it cleared. Her two hot mates were walking towards her with hungry eyes.
Layla grinned as she climbed up to her knees. “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,” she said, pointing her finger from one twin to the other. “Watch the sexy shifter grow. Put it in your mouth and blow. Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.”
