by Mina Carter
As soon as the thought hit, she moaned. Part pleasure, part embarrassment. When had she turned into such a…a… Her mind rejected all the words she’d have used before. She liked having two men pleasure her; what did it matter? They were all consenting adults, and it was no-one else’s business.
Verne’s chuckle filled the darkness. “Seems like our little mate is impatient. Darrick, get your cock inside her.”
How the hell did he know that? Could he read minds now? At this point, she’d believe anything about the two men. She thought only vampires could read minds, but they seemed able to pick up her thoughts as easily as if they were printed on a page.
Darrick gave her a last gentle lick and stood. The presence of the two men standing over her made her look up, and her attention was hijacked by their long, thick cocks. With a groan, Darrick stepped between her legs, his hands underneath her knees to part her legs farther. She bit her lip, her eyes half closing when he ran the wide head of his cock against her clit.
Verne, meanwhile, moved to the other side of the low wall. Fingers tangled in her hair, he leaned her all the way back, down to level with his manhood. Her shoulders rested in his safe hands.
“Open up,” he ordered.
She obediently parted her lips and his cock slid past. At the same moment, Darrick pressed into her pussy. Humming in pleasure, she wrapped her lips around Verne’s cock. Thick and hard, its slow progress into her mouth mirrored the cock in her cunt. Hands on Verne’s thighs, she halted his movement to swirl her tongue around the thick head.
“Shit,” he growled, his hips jerking. “She’s good at this.”
Darrick muttered something incomprehensible, the relentless drive of his hips thrusting his cock deeper into her greedy depths. Unable to remain silent, she moaned around the cock in her mouth, using the vibration to press against it. Her pussy parted, stretched to accommodate Darrick’s thick length, and her nostrils flared as she fought to get used to it. She knew he was big, but since their last encounter, she’d forgotten just how big.
“Ease into it, that’s it,” he urged, stretching her legs higher and wider. He pulled back, the loss making her grumble in protest, then pushed in. This time, slippery with her juices, he slid deeper. His thrusts stayed short, but deeper each time until his balls slapped against her ass and he filled her to the brim.
“Ugh, I’d forgotten how tight you are,” Darrick panted. His hands on her knees, he held her open and began long, slow thrusts. They alternated their movements. One cock in, one cock out, until she moaned in an endless litany of need. She wanted this, wanted both of them. Loved the feeling of Verne’s cock in her mouth. Liked hearing his growls and moans as much as she liked the feel of Darrick pounding her pussy with this thick length. As though on command, Darrick growled, his thrusts speeding up.
“Fuck…not long,” he gasped and stiffened. Her moan escaped as he came in long, hot jets deep within her.
“Shit…” She broke away from Verne’s cock to protest. “Not yet.”
Both wolves chuckled, the deep male sounds of amusement filling the warm, comfortable darkness.
“Not yet?” Verne smoothed the hair away from her face as Darrick pulled free. She sat up, confusion evident on her face because he clarified. “We’re wolves, love. More stamina than humans…a lot more stamina.”
A shiver worked its way down her spine. Reaching into the darkness, Darrick produced a washcloth, carefully wiping her before cleaning himself. Her cheeks heated. Had they set this up just for her?
“Prove it.” She blinked as some devil took control of her vocal chords and issued the challenge. Both men grinned.
“Not a problem.” Darrick spoke, but Verne moved. “Not a problem at all. I just hope you can keep up with us.”
Reaching for her, he plucked her from the wall as though she weighed nothing. She’d never been a skinny woman, with wide hips and a soft belly no amount of sit-ups seemed to firm up, but he didn’t even grunt with the effort. That little fact made her confidence soar.
Turning her, he sat atop the wall and set her in his lap, her legs dangling over the other side. The head of his cock nudged at her slick pussy and with one slide, he impaled her on the rigid length.
“Ohhh!”
The breath left her lungs in a soft rush and before she could draw more in, hard, fast, short thrusts pounded into her. Hands on her hips, he ground her down against his pelvis at the end of every stroke, catching her clit between them. She clung to his shoulders, blown away by the sensation. Her climax built at an exponential rate and she whimpered to stop herself crying out. She couldn’t come again, not yet, but here she was, about ready to explode.
“Feels good, huh?” Verne rasped in her ear, his breath ragged to match his thrusts. “Come over my cock. I want to feel your cunt tighten around me.”
She nodded, panting. The sound of movement behind her distracted her to Darrick moving around, but she couldn’t pay him any mind, not with Verne impaling her over and over.
He leaned back and she followed him, easing against his chest. He reached around her waist and tucked his hands under her spread thighs, lifting her, parting her, and Darrick’s hands cupped her ass. Heat spiked through her veins as something wet and cold hit the crack of her ass, and slipped down. Lube.
“Such a pretty sight,” he murmured, sliding a thumb between her cheeks, following and rubbing the slickness into her skin. She lost the ability to breathe when he reached her back entrance, a deep groan betraying her need to the two men.
“Yeah…you liked it last time, didn’t you?” Darrick muttered in her ear. “Two cocks deep inside you. Fucking you at the same time, both your holes filled to bursting. You want it, don’t you, love?”
She nodded, unable to form the words. She hadn’t been able to think of much else since that night, her dreams replaying that scene, how it felt to have both men inside her over and over. She needed it, now…as soon as possible, yesterday wouldn’t be fast enough.
He kissed the side of her neck, nuzzling the little spot below her ear that made her melt and added more lube. Verne rocked beneath her, synchronizing his movements with Darrick’s rubbing. She fought to keep her whimpers and moans inside as he eased it into her ass, the broad tip of his thumb against the tight ring of muscle. Pressing lube within, little by little. Her clit ached, dark heat weakening her muscles as he breached her, sliding yet more lube into her.
Held helplessly between them, she arched one way and then the other, grinding down against Verne’s cock before pushing back against Darrick’s hand. Each direction offered delights that whispered over her skin and triggered nerves she didn’t know she had.
Finally, the decision was taken out of her hands. Verne’s movements stopped, his cock throbbing deep inside her and his hands spread out on her hips to hold her still. Darrick’s thumb, slick with lube, pushed deeper and her body gave in surrender. She gasped, her breathing ragged as the thick digit stretched her, pushing and circling the tight ring of muscle. Getting her ready for what was to come.
“That’s it, love, relax. Breathe,” Darrick murmured softly, leaning forward to place a kiss on her shoulder. It was a simple caress, innocent in comparison to his thumb sliding into her ass, but one that made her shiver to her toes. “You’re tight but it’s going to feel so good. I promise.”
She nodded, not trusting her ability to answer and merely pushed back against him in need. His breath washed over her nape and he slowly pulled out of her. She couldn’t help her little moan of loss, but almost immediately, he’d returned.
“Pull out, Verne,” he ordered and started to push into her.
3
Her brain was scrambled, her body tingling as every fiber of her being concentrated on the thick head of Darrick’s cock as he pushed into her ass. A moment of panic assaulted her. She’d never take it all, surely? But then Verne moved, sliding his hand between their bodies and his thumb pressed against her clit. They worked in concert, Verne’s slow rub over he
r clit brought her blood to the boil as Darrick drove his cock in farther.
He didn't rock back and forward, nor did he push continuously. Instead, he thrust slowly, relentlessly...stretching her tight ring around the thick girth of his cock until she almost thought she couldn't take anymore.
Then he stopped, holding still as she fought for breath, trying to get used to the feel of him inside her. Attuned to the reactions of her body, he started to push again as soon as she relaxed.
The silence of the night air was broken only by the rasp of their breathing and the slick sound of Verne's thumb rubbing her clit. She bit her lip, closing her eyes as Darrick pushed in the last inch and stopped. They were frozen in their erotic tableau, and the thought that anyone who came upon them would see everything brought a small moan from the depths of her lungs. Her ass clenched around the cock buried deeply and a fresh wave of heat bathed over Verne's cockhead, just inside the silken grip of her pussy.
"Easy now. Take it slow." Darrick’s deep voice sounded by her ear. As he pulled back, Verne shoved upward, burying his cock to the hilt. No sooner had he filled her than he moved again, pulling out to allow Darrick to fill her again. This time his slide into her ass was a long, slow ride of tight heat. She threw her head back, pushing her ass against him. It felt good, so fucking good. She needed more. Needed it now.
"I don't think she wants it slow," Verne chuckled when, as soon as Darrick pulled free, she impaled herself on his cock in one fast thrust. And that's the way it went. Darrick's thick cock filling her slowly, then her fast drive onto the slightly less thick, but still impressive girth stretching her pussy.
"No, doesn't seem that way." Darrick's conversation ended on a gasp as she pushed back, hard, taking him fast.
"Faster!" she demanded. The delicious burning sensation had faded, leaving her with the need to be filled by both men. She needed them to take over, to pound into her, to stretch and fuck her both ways until she came, screaming their names. Nothing mattered but the friction of them deeply within her. The hard press of Verne's pelvis at the end of each thrust, trapping her clit, and the slap of Darrick's balls against her when he filled her completely.
"Fuck!" Darrick spat out, his thrusts slick and faster. "I'm not going to last long. You're just so fucking tight."
She pushed back and wriggled her ass, gasping at the delicious sensation. "Little witch," Darrick breathed, as he shuddered and sped up. Verne's thrusts matched, and between them, they drove her closer to the abyss. She gave herself willingly to it, urging them to go harder and faster.
Then...it was all too much. She didn't reach the precipice so much as hurtle towards it and throw herself from the brink. She hit the chaos of her release, shattering like a glass dropped onto a hard floor. Thousands of shards multiplied the ecstasy and reflected it back until she bathed in it. She arched against her men, hearing their bellows of completion as they stiffened. Their cocks jerked within her as they came, each pulse sending new waves of pleasure through her. Time dilated, making the moment stretch until it was almost eternal.
Realization filled her. She wanted this forever. She didn't want to leave them, not for a night, not at all. As sure as she needed air to breathe, she needed these two men wrapped around her.
They came down from the high of release. Gently, Darrick withdrew, the soft wipe of a washcloth over her skin bringing tears to her eyes.
"Hey, what's this about?" Verne's voice was soft as he pulled her chin up so she had to look at him. "We didn't hurt you, did we?"
He turned them, sliding from her to allow her to nestle between them. Not an inch of her body touched the cool stone, her mattress two hard male bodies. Both of them looked at her in concern. In fact, Darrick looked so concerned she thought he might burst into tears or hit something.
"No, no," she was quick to reassure them. "It's just...you're going to think I'm silly."
Verne stroked her hair back from her face. "Sillier than two grown men afraid of the sunrise?"
She blinked. That hadn't occurred to her, but somewhere between arriving last night and now, she'd accepted the inevitable. Her two men really were the Langdon wolves, cursed to stone in the sunlight. The legends spoke of a pair of ferocious Alpha wolves, as lethal when fighting as they were with the ladies’ reputations. There were plenty of tales of their conquests. Of their challenge matches and prowess in other areas. Not one mentioned anything about what happened after the curse. That they might have suffered so much.
She reached up and brushed Verne's cheek with gentle fingers, leaning her head back against Darrick's shoulder. "I feel at home here. I don't want to leave. Is it possible to fall in love within hours?"
Both men stilled, Verne closing his eyes as Darrick's deep voice filled the air. "Depends if you believe in love at first scent."
She frowned. "Don't you mean sight?"
"Nope. Scent." Darrick’s voice was firm as she turned to look at him. "When you first came here, we knew straight away you were ours. But neither of us could see you. It was before sundown."
Realization hit her and breath caught in her throat. "You mean...the statues at the gate? They haven't been removed, have they? They are you?"
His smile was sad, his small nod confirming her suspicions. "Sundown to sunrise, that's all we get to be men. The rest of the time, we're locked in stone. But it's worse than that...no one can see us, even when we are men. We're not part of the world, can't be part of it. That's our curse."
"Hmmm, but that doesn't make sense," she argued. "I see you. Does that mean the curse is wearing off?"
"We wish," Verne snorted. "The reason you see us is because you were meant for us. Born to be our third. If you--"
"Verne," Darrick snapped, cutting his fellow alpha's words off instantly. "That's not fair, she doesn't need to know."
"No." She struggled to sit up and turn so she could see the two of them. "I don't want you to hide anything from me. What don't I need to know?"
Verne took a deep breath, sliding a look at Darrick. When the other man gave a small nod, his expression resigned, Verne spoke. "Three nights. That's all we get to convince you to stay...to be ours. To love us and free us from our curse. That's why we fear the sunrise. Now that we've found you, we only have a little time to make you ours."
"No pressure." Darrick snorted, but his touch was gentle as his hand whispered up her arm. "It's a big ask, love. Two alphas are tough to deal with at the best of times, and we're a couple of the worst. We can't ask this of you...not after three days."
His expression shuttered, as did Verne’s. "All we ask is, if you can't love us...then don't come back a third time. After sunrise on the third night, if you walk away, that's it for us. Let us keep our nights rather than be locked in stone for eternity."
4
For Natalya, there was never any question whether she’d come back or not. She'd waited with her two men, wrapped in their strong embrace until the sun rose and they'd disappeared with a loud crack.
Since that moment, her every thought had been about getting back here and seeing them again. A need and a compulsion she didn't bother to analyze. She knew what it was. Even though she'd known them merely hours, she'd fallen head over heels in love. It didn't make sense, but love often didn't. No way was she allowing them to continue to suffer.
Staying away wasn't an option.
Sitting in front of the massive gates, she watched the two statues as the sun settled. Never in her life had she been aware of the passage of time as she was at that moment. Next to her sat her backpack and this time, a sleeping bag. A few creature comforts since she had no idea how this night was going to go.
The sun dipped toward the horizon and then disappeared. Darkness fell. She looked up, both stone statues were still there. Reaching up, she scrubbed at her eyes and looked again. Nope, she hadn't imagined it. Her wolves were still locked in stone.
"You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" a female voice asked behind her.
Nat whirle
d around, scrambling to her feet to see an impossibly beautiful woman. Tall and slender, she had the sort of figure the prettily-plump like Nat could only dream of. Add in luscious hair that curled around her face, perfect features rather than too-large eyes, and thin lips...and Nat felt a surge of instant dislike. This was the sort of woman whose looks opened all doors and from her sneer, looked down on anyone less genetically fortunate.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean," said Nat, frowning in feigned confusion. She did know, or she was fairly sure she did. An aura of otherness surrounded the woman, one Nat's strengthening lycan abilities instantly identified as witch. And a witch had cursed her men in the first place. Could this be her?
"For centuries my family has guarded these bastards," the woman continued, somehow gliding sensuously over rough ground in skyscraper heels to stop less than a foot away. She looked down her nose at Nat. "Centuries stuck in this stupid-ass little village with its dumb people."
Nat's temper surged. She'd always been fiery but this was something else. Something deep inside formed into a ball to bite and claw its way to the surface. "Say that again."
Ms. Perfect's brow furrowed, only a little, no doubt frozen with too much Botox. Close-up, Nat could see this woman wasn't as young as she'd first appeared; a combination of illusion and conventional medicine making her look youthful.
"What...the part about my family being stuck here for hundreds of years to make sure these two don't get free? Are you deaf as well as stupid?"
Nat fought back the urge to snarl. "No. The other part. But while we're on the subject, why has your family been stuck here that long? Weren’t they smart enough to get out of town after the damage with the curse?"
Why she bothered questioning the woman, who was obviously a witch, Nat didn't know, but the little voice inside, the one who thought in colors and instinct, urged her to stall, to draw out the conversation. Never one to discount her gut feeling, she went along with it.
