Almost before she could take her next breath, they had her between them, her feet on dry ground as she dripped all over it. With a hard cock pressing into her on both sides.
She licked her lips.
“So…I’ve never done this before…” She let the thought trail off. If they couldn’t see she was a novice to this sort of thing, then they were in for a big surprise. She was about as vanilla as they came. A blowjob was literally the extent of her expanded repertoire. And even those she wasn’t particularly spectacular at doing. At least not according to Peter.
Which is probably why he’d gone elsewhere for his fun, she thought morosely. What if she sucked at sex so bad they kicked her out before she even had the chance to claim the couch?
A finger lifted her chin. “I don’t think you need to worry. We’ll take of you.” Marc’s lips pressed on hers, soft at first and then more demanding, his tongue parting her lips and sliding into her mouth to tangle with hers. All the while Colton’s fingers wandered over her skin, teasing and leaving goose bumps in their wake.
They shuffled her to the door and through it, and then guided her to the huge bed she hadn’t seen when they’d first come in from the rain. She’d been more than a bit discombobulated then.
A few seconds later they had her stretched out on her back, the thick, plush mattress beneath her and two muscular, near yellow-eyed, virile males standing above her, each stroking their cock with one hand and heat pouring off them in waves.
They were about to eat her alive.
Chapter Eight
Marc eyed the feast laid out before them and barely controlled his wolf’s instinct to take her, devour her whole, and leave her a mass of sated female. He would leave her that way, but he’d do so slowly and linger on her taste, do his best to make sure she left the bed unable to remember any previous sexual encounters.
And he’d start right now.
With a knee between her legs, Marc crawled his way up her body. Anna’s chest rose and fell sharply with each heavy breath she took. She squirmed and the satin skin along her neck down to the top of her breasts took on a pink hue. He was damn glad he’d left the light on so he could see every single reaction they drew from her.
Her tongue poked out and wet her bottom lip as she watched him lower toward her mouth and take control. The bed dipped to his right when Colton joined him. Marc swallowed Anna’s moan. She tasted sweeter than ever. His lover. His mate. His forever. He wanted to savor her, but the sounds she made as Colton played with her nipples spurred him on.
He released her lips and dragged his mouth along the slope of her neck, lingering for a few seconds where he planned to mark her very soon, and then farther to latch onto a nipple. Colton joined him at the other side. Anna squeaked and her back arched from the bed. Only the two of them on top of her kept her grounded.
Marc slipped his fingers over the smooth expanse of her belly, loving how she quivered beneath his touch and how her legs opened more the closer he got to his destination. Slickness greeted him, evidence of her arousal.
“Yes.” Her hips lifted, seeking more, and Marc smiled against the plumpness of her breast.
“Shhh…” Colton soothed.
Marc found the hidden nub of nerves and pressed against it with his thumb while he slid one long finger into her tight sheath.
“Shit. Shitshitshit.” Her hips jerked up again, seating Marc’s finger deeper, and Marc nipped at the nipple in his mouth. “More.” The word was more a gasp than an actual word.
Marc toyed with her, wanting her to be at the ultimate peak before they took her. Wanted her to be so boneless and sated she wouldn’t notice the flare of necessary pain as they both had her at the same time.
Colton’s fingers joined Marc’s, one of them sliding into her heat also. Her next cry was stifled by Colton’s mouth. Marc bit down, pinching the nipple a bit harder, adding to the sensations he knew they were bombarding her with. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. And all theirs for the taking.
Together they pushed into her pussy, stretching her, preparing her. When he glanced up her chest, she had her head thrown back and her mouth opening and closing in rhythm with the motion of her hips as she tried to reach orgasm against his thumb. He let her. Wanted to see her reach the peak and spill over. Wanted to hear what sounds she made as she came.
He simply pressed on her clit and let her do what she needed to. It didn’t take long. Her body stiffened, her back arched, and Marc let go of her nipple to watch.
Colton had done the same.
She had her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. Her thighs clasped their arms in a tight embrace as one last lift of her hips pushed her over the edge.
Amazing. She hadn’t made any noise at all. Almost as if she were afraid to.
Marc smiled as he circled the taut bundle of nerves with his thumb, helping her come down from the release. They’d have to do something about the silence. He wanted her to be noisy. To let them know she loved what they did to her.
“My turn,” he growled when she collapsed boneless into the mattress. Extracting his finger from her entrance at the same time as Colton caused her to gasp. Her gaze caught his as he pulled her legs apart and maneuvered his way between them. Colton lay next to her, his head propped on one hand while his other toyed with her nipple.
“I think we’ll have to do better, Marc. She didn’t seem to be having too much fun.”
The sharp inhale from Anna made Marc smile. The head of his cock poised at her slick entrance, he lifted the finger he’d had inside her and licked it clean, tasting her essence for the first time.
Her eyes widened.
He thrust, sliding into her wet heat to the hilt.
This time she squeaked. Her hands fisted in the sheets and she gripped his hips with her thighs.
“Make all the noise you want, Anna. We want you to.”
She swallowed, and he could tell she was trying to catch her breath from his sudden invasion. “Hooollllyyy craaaap.”
He withdrew in slow motion, more so to keep from pounding into her and spilling himself in record time than to drive her insane. In similar fashion, he slid back in. Her eyes rolled, and then she squinted at him.
“Stop. Doing. That.”
“What? This?” He pulled out again, reveling in the drag of her flesh on his. Colton laughed beside them and lowered his head to take a nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard enough his cheeks hollowed, causing Anna’s back to bow.
“Please, for the love of all that’s holy. Move,” she demanded, wriggling in his hold and trying to force him back into her body.
The site of their coupling mesmerized him. Her pussy grasped his cock. Before, he’d never thought about the act of intercourse. He’d fucked for the sake of fucking. Done what he could to make sure whatever woman he was with had a few orgasms and then mindlessly pursued his own release.
With Anna, the world was different. She meant something to him. Meant everything to him. And watching his cock move in and out of her pussy made his wolf ache to move in for the grand finale. Mate her. Bite her. Mark her. Make her mine.
Anna reached over Colton’s head while Marc stared transfixed where they joined and clawed at his chest. “I’m begging.”
Marc smiled at the desperation in her voice. The spell broke.
With a quick thrust, Marc sank deep inside. Unable to control things any longer, he took her hard. One hand on Colton’s shoulder and one on the mattress, he held himself up and set up a rhythm that would have him coming faster than he wanted, but he no longer cared.
“I can’t…I need…”
“Shh…” Colton soothed Anna’s frantic attempts to get closer to Marc. His fingers slipped between her and Marc’s bodies to settle on her clit.
That’s all she needed. She met Marc’s thrusting with her own and ground herself into Colton’s fingertips.
Marc felt every squeeze. They dragged him closer and closer to the end. His balls drew up tight, eve
ry slap of them against her bottom a sweet agony. Sweat dripped from his brow, fell to her belly where he swore it seeped into her pores, binding her even more to them.
Colton toyed with Anna’s neck, nipped at the skin, lapped at her with his tongue. Chose a spot to mark her above her left shoulder.
Marc leaned to the other side, met the groove where her neck and shoulder met, and captured her with his teeth.
Time stood still.
He plunged deep into her one last time and stayed rigid above her. Their breaths heaved from their lungs.
She arched into him, her orgasm hitting her at the same moment.
Their hearts pulsed together.
And Marc bit down, piercing her delicate skin with his teeth, marking her as his so his entire pack would know to whom she belonged.
Anna mewled beneath him, wriggled—not away, but closer. Tilted her head to give him more access.
As her blood seeped onto his tongue, he felt a twinge of guilt. He hadn’t meant to mark her this first time. He’d wanted, they’d wanted to give her time. But he wouldn’t for a second take it back.
It was then he realized her fingers were twisted in his hair. She held him tight against her throat so he couldn’t move if he wanted to. Marc lapped at the small wound he’d made, ensuring to heal her as surely as he’d hurt her, though she didn’t seem too injured.
Their heartbeats slowed, their heavy breathing lessened, and just as his cock was softening and slipping from her depths, Colton made his move.
Watching Marc with their mate made Colton harder than he’d ever been in his life. It was his turn.
Marc rotated off to Anna’s side, and as if he knew exactly what Colton wanted, helped him roll her to her tummy. Colton laughed quietly and drew his fingertips down her spine. The only action Anna could muster was a quivering of her muscles. She lay on the bed in a puddle of sated flesh. He was about to bring her to the brink again.
Rising to his knees, he settled between her outstretched legs. Her ass cheeks called to him, begged him for a good knead. He grasped the globes with his hands and massaged them. His thumbs were in the perfect position to open her hole to him with each twisting movement he made. Soon one of them would take her there too. While the other had her pussy.
But for now, Colton wanted inside her slick sheath, coated with both her own come and Marc’s. He needed to add his own essence, mix the three of theirs so there was no mistaking she belonged to both of them. He grazed the tight ring of muscle at her back entrance with his thumb, and her cheeks clenched tight. A squeal escaped her lips, and suddenly she came alive. She jerked her gaze over her shoulder and tried to turn over. Colton prevented her with a hand on her back.
“Relax, baby. I’m not going to take you there yet.”
She blew out a breath but continued to watch him with wary eyes. Marc slipped her hair behind her ear and then caressed her cheek with his finger. “Maybe later, huh?”
Anna swallowed hard, and her mouth opened and closed as if she didn’t know how to answer.
Time to shift her attention.
After a pat to her firm ass, Colton lifted her hips and encouraged her to her knees. Marc’s hand disappeared beneath her chest, and by the way Anna burrowed her forehead into the mattress, he knew Marc had found a breast to play with.
“I don’t know if I can do this again.” Not even the bed kept Colton from hearing her uncertainty.
“I’ll make sure you can,” he murmured, leaning over her and prodding her pussy with the thick head of his cock.
He reached around her and pinched her clit at the same moment he slid into her heat.
Jesus she was tight. Her inner muscles gripped his cock, sucked him deeper. No wonder Marc had lost control so quickly. Colton wanted to take it slow, to savor her body and her offering to him. Wasn’t going to happen.
She wiggled her ass against his abdomen, asking him without words to move. With his free hand, Colton held onto her hip and began thrusting.
The angle was wrong. Not deep enough. Not what he wanted. Still inside her, he lifted his leg and rearranged her so that her legs were between his. This created an even tighter channel. It also wedged his finger at her clit. She moved, rubbing the bundle of nerves on his finger and bringing her desire to the forefront again.
“I won’t be able to—”
Marc interrupted her. “Lift up on your elbows.” He twisted to lie on his back. There was just enough room for his head between her chest and the mattress, and he took advantage, latching onto her nipple.
“Fuck.” Anna’s head dropped. Her ass clamped and Colton felt the action all along his dick.
Colton moved, pumping in and out of her pussy, watching their glistening cream coat his cock. She moaned and renewed her efforts to come again. One of Marc’s hands held Anna at her back, keeping her grounded, and the other had disappeared under her. Colton presumed he was playing with her other nipple, creating a dual sensation of tug and release. Couple that with pressure on her clit and the slide of Colton’s cock in and out of her channel, and soon Anna was panting again. She humped his fingers, finding her own cadence as she sought a third orgasm.
Colton felt the tension in her build. Felt the moment she was close. The way she tightened her entire body, slowed to try and capture the exact second she would soar. He doubled his thrusts and pounded into her. Eyes closed, head thrown back, he neared his release. Seconds before he came, he bent over Anna. She cried out, bucking against him one last time, and her pussy spasmed along his cock, spurring his orgasm to the forefront.
His teeth found the spot on her shoulder opposite Marc’s and bit down gently, breaking the skin just enough to taste her. Her flavor exploded on his taste buds. His wolf whined with excitement, came to the forefront, and demanded release. They both wanted to curl up next to her sated, exhausted body and shield her from the world. To keep her to themselves for the rest of forever. To cherish and protect her.
Colton shook the wolf back. He and Marc hadn’t meant for this to happen tonight. They’d overwhelmed her enough; no need to bring forth the other nature right now. Tomorrow would be soon enough for her to see them in their fur.
He sealed the small punctures with his tongue and slid from her pussy. Anna gasped as he pulled from her sensitive inner flesh and collapsed in a heap on her side, her breasts pressed against Marc’s head. He twisted and kissed a nipple one last time before crawling up the bed to help Colton rearrange Anna between them.
Colton worried for a minute if she’d want a blanket in the night, but then decided against it. Their body heat would be more than enough to keep her warm. The evening was still very young, but he had a feeling she would sleep until morning.
Colton spooned her back while Marc faced her front. Her raspy breaths soon abated into the slow ones of a deep sleep. Colton eyed Marc silently over her, words unneeded, and then placed his palm over her belly and held her tight.
She was theirs.
Chapter Nine
Anna’s first cognizant thought was where the hell was she? Her bed wasn’t nearly this nice. And didn’t smell quite so much like…man. Or sex.
The memories of the night before slammed into her, causing her to hold her breath and pray they either weren’t still with her or both dead asleep so she could make her get away.
To go where, precisely?
Her car was still sitting on the side of the road with a flat tire. She deflated. Damn. If ever a girl needed a getaway car, this was it. Even if she’d be back later in the day, she needed the space right now.
Screwing up her courage, Anna sucked in a breath and opened one eye. An empty bed greeted her. Perfect. Now she just had to worry about who might be behind her. She didn’t feel anyone’s presence, so she took the chance and peeked over her shoulder.
The breath left her lungs with a whoosh of relief. She fell to her back, sprawled out under the sheet, and listened for any noises. The shower, talking, TV… Silence. The clock to her right said nine forty-se
ven.
“Okay, so chances are good at least Marc is at work. It’s Friday. And probably Colton is too.” Which meant she was alone in the house with no transportation. A bummer since she really needed to go back to her apartment and start getting her things.
The ringing of her phone made her jerk.
“Where the hell…?” She sat and followed the sound to the nightstand. A bag of what looked like rice lay there.
Anna leaned, wincing with the tug of aches in places where she hadn’t felt aches in forever. Sure enough there was a bag of rice on the table. Her phone rang from inside. They had put her phone in rice to dry it out and brought it to her so she’d hear it if it rang. Why in the heck did that endear them to her even more? Stretching an arm out, she grabbed the bag and hauled it over. She should get up, but she wasn’t ready to face whatever getting up meant.
By the time she’d gotten the bag open and the phone out—at least she knew it still worked after its soggy ride in her bag yesterday—it quit ringing. The number on the screen wasn’t familiar. She frowned at it. Hadn’t she gotten a call yesterday morning from an unknown number too? Maybe it was Peter’s new number. Jerk face.
The phone rang again, startling her into tossing it.
“Crap.” She picked it up, saw Colton’s name—how the hell had that gotten in her phone?—and thumbed the answer icon. “Hello?”
“Hey, baby.” Colton’s voice calmed her immediately. As if that wasn’t weird.
“Um…hey, baby.” She scrunched her nose up at the unwanted nickname and remembered the times they’d used it with her while they were sending her into orgasmic nirvana the night before. She really oughta get over the little annoyance.
Colton’s soft laugh told her he knew she didn’t like him calling her that. “Just wanted you to know your SUV’s out front. We got the tire fixed this morning before Marc went in to school.”
Oh, my God. She was going to kiss them. “Thank you. I have to…go get my stuff, you know?” Get over it, chica. You’re staying with them for the time being, and you have to admit the benefits don’t suck.
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