She was way ahead of him. As the flood of sheer happiness inside her echoed back from where the men she loved stood out front, she’d bet that they already knew.
Chapter Thirteen
A warm, moist breeze caressed Rose’s skin while the lull of ocean waves lapping the shore drew her into a deep, profound state of relaxation.
With a satisfied smile, she turned her head to gaze at the man lying on the beach beside her. In his current pose, Caleb looked much more like a vacationing movie star than a “once a cowboy,” and she couldn’t stop staring. Dark sunglasses hid his eyes, and his hair was slicked back with saltwater. Wet swim trunks clung to his thighs and the enticing bulge between them. Drying ocean surf left salt traces on his tanned, muscular body, and she had an urge to lick it off. Too bad the private beach wasn’t private enough to indulge that whim.
Caleb’s hand reached over to glide gently along the sun-warmed skin of her arm. “Have I told you how incredibly damn sexy you look in that bikini?” he asked, still lying on his back without looking at her.
She glanced down at the flimsy triangles of fabric covering strategic mounds on her body. “Not in the past twenty minutes.”
“You know I can’t be held responsible for the things I want to do to you when you’re wearin’ yellow, right?”
A sexy little laugh escaped her throat. “That was the whole idea.”
With that, Caleb flipped over to face her, pulling down his sunglasses enough so she could see the tops of his mesmerizing eyes. “And you’re out in the open near the roar of water, too,” he said seductively. “Definitely brings back memories.”
His need for her flowed around them, joining with hers. “Yes, it does,” she said quietly. “I just wish Stephen were here to complete that picture.”
“Your wish is my command,” she heard, along with the sound of feet shuffling through the sand.
She glanced up to see Stephen, wearing dry trunks and a short-sleeved shirt that hung open, bringing drinks from their room nearby. He stopped over her, shading the sun with his body while he offered her a glass.
“What’s this?” she asked as she scooted herself upright on her towel.
“It’s called sex on the beach,” he said with a grin.
She smiled back. “I’d love to investigate that concept if there weren’t other bungalows sharing this stretch of sand.” She took the glass and lifted it in toast. “For now, I suppose I’ll have to satisfy myself with this.”
He handed Caleb a glass and sat down on the sand beside her with his own.
“You were definitely right,” she said, taking in the waving palm trees, glittering ocean, and wisps of pale clouds. “Vacationing in Hawaii is preferable to working here. Oh, and don’t let me forget to send out the postcards on the table.”
“Speaking of which,” Stephen said, “when you left to sunbathe, you mentioned hearing from your mother.”
She nodded. “Finally got a letter back. I wrote to tell her about my new job—and about you.”
Caleb moved over to sit at the edge of her towel. “You told her about Stephen?”
She gave him a wink. “And you, too.”
His brow arched. “What did you say, exactly?”
She shrugged. “I told her the truth.”
“What?” Stephen said, sounding a little alarmed. “You told her everything?”
“Not that truth,” she said, sipping at her drink. “I told her I was in a domestic partnership with two incredible men. I didn’t, however, mention the extra hair and teeth you sometimes grow.”
“What did she write back?” Caleb asked, laying a hand on her knee.
Rose sighed, mostly because of the little shudder his touch sent through her. “She hopes I’ll be as happy as she is with her Roberto.”
Stephen set his drink in the sand and moved behind her on his knees to massage her shoulders. “Who’s Roberto?”
Rose’s eyes rolled. “Some guy she met last month in Cabo. She was vacationing there to get over a traumatic breakup.”
Stephen’s hands on her flooded her with well-being, and she gave in to his strong fingers and closed her eyes to lift her face to the afternoon sun. Did her mother ever feel this way about the endless parade of men she’d met? Even aside from the added security of being able to sense what her mates felt for her, Rose doubted it. It was hard to imagine anyone else on earth feeling the way that she did. Then again, maybe all people in love thought so, too. Hopefully someday, Often-Wed Wendy would find the partner who would put an end to her frequent reaffirmation of the nickname. As Rose gazed at her men, she knew that she wouldn’t be earning a similar one. Not ever.
Caleb shifted their bodies so that her legs were out straight and he was straddling her shins. While Stephen kneaded her rubbery shoulders, Caleb made broad, sweeping strokes up and down her suntan-oiled thighs. Her breathing grew shallow as she leaned against Stephen’s torso, aware that all their senses were heating up into something far less innocuous than a shoulder massage. Soon, Stephen’s fingers were reaching lower each time he rubbed over the front of her shoulders, and Caleb’s were reaching higher with each upward stroke on her legs. The moment Stephen’s hands grazed the tight buds poking against her bikini top was timed perfectly to the brush of Caleb’s fingers against the fabric covering her tingling pussy.
The jolt of desire the dual contact sent through her almost prompted her to spill her drink. “Guys,” she said, arching when Caleb’s next stroke lingered on her clit, “I’m getting dangerously close to doing something that will get security called on us.”
“What, two hot men ain’t enough for you now?” Caleb said teasingly as his hands grew bolder. “Now you want one in uniform?”
Despite his teasing, the sound of laughter farther down the beach stilled his touch.
“I have a sudden urge to check out our hot tub,” Stephen said, pulling Rose to her feet. “Right now.” He swept her up in his arms. “Caleb, bring the drinks.”
Caleb grabbed the glasses and strode alongside them as Stephen headed for the gate of their bungalow’s patio. “I let you mark my shoulder, and now I’m nothing more than a glorified cabana boy?”
Stephen flashed him a look. “You let me mark you? I think not.”
“Maybe I decided to let you win.”
Stephen used his knee to push their way through the gate, and he set Rose down by the in-ground Jacuzzi that was surrounded by sweet-smelling, tropical flowers in their private courtyard. She watched as he stalked toward Caleb, who’d just set their drinks on a glass-topped side table.
“Any time you think you can best me in a rematch, you’re welcome to put your hands on me and try,” Stephen said.
Caleb tossed his sunglasses on the table and ran a smoking-hot gaze over every inch of the other man’s body. “And what if I don’t want a rematch right now? Am I still welcome to put my hands on you?”
Stephen leaned closer. “You’re lucky you’re so damn good-looking.”
The men’s passion fairly collided as Stephen pulled Caleb into a fierce kiss, and Rose felt the shock of arousal coursing through all present. Their cocks sprang to attention immediately, tenting their bathing suits while their tongues thrust into each other’s mouths in a way that made her ache. She dallied with the idea of sitting back idly in the hot tub and watching the two of them drive each other insane with passion. Still, the echoes of their probing fingers still lingered on her nipples and clit, a sensation heightened by the sight of them clutched together so desperately. Bathing suit trunks dropped to the cement beneath them, and she knew if she was truly going to sit this out, she’d be doing so while naked and writhing in masturbation.
Or maybe not.
With a tiny smile, she turned away and stood on the first step in the hot tub, then reached behind herself to grab hold of the bow tied snugly against her spine. She’d barely tugged one of the strings when she heard Caleb’s out-of-breath voice.
“Don’t touch that bikini, darlin’,”
he said. “You know that takin’ off that pretty yellow suit is strictly my job.”
Sexy males were behind her in a blink. Her private smile widened when she felt Caleb’s hands fumbling with the back of her suit. One good yank released the strings, and the top slid down into the water.
“Jets on or off?” Stephen asked from beside her.
“On,” she said. “Definitely on.”
Caleb knelt behind her then, smoothly pulling down the bottom of her suit. When it was floating around her lower legs, he pressed hot, maddening kisses to her bare ass cheeks.
“Wade into the middle of the hot tub,” he said, reaching around to part the curls over her clit. “Then get on your knees.”
The water was super warm as Rose lowered herself into it. Tingling bubbles popped around her from all angles as she knelt in the midst of the water. Only her head and upper neck were exposed this way as the streams from the Jacuzzi jets caressed her almost as intently as Caleb’s hands. Her arms floated idly on the churning surface while he touched her everywhere, sliding his hands rapidly over her skin until she thought for sure Stephen had joined him in exploring every inch. But Stephen was barely entering the hot tub, his cock bobbing as it stood out straight from his incredible body. She swallowed at the sight of it.
He stayed upright as he joined them in the middle, and she grabbed his hips and pulled his dick right to her mouth. Salty fluid was already gathering at the tip when she flicked out her tongue to taste him, and the male musk drove her to hungrily slide his lips over the long shaft. His grunt of pleasure shot through her, and she sucked his cock in deeper, harder. Caleb pinched her nipples while he pressed himself to her back. His dick throbbed stiff near her ass while he bit her earlobe playfully and let out a wolfish, low growl.
“You love suckin’ his cock as much as I do,” he murmured while she ran her tongue along the sensitive underside. “But you look a hell of a lot sexier doin’ it.”
“I wouldn’t bet on that,” she said, stiffening with a little cry as his fingers plunged down to tease her throbbing clit. “You made me come last night just watching you do it.”
“That’s it,” Caleb said, and he tugged her away with him while he sat himself on the ledge seat running around the inside of the tub. “You’re mine.”
He drew her into his lap, and with very little fanfare, he worked his cock into her waiting cunt. With his thighs spread and her feet touching the bottom, she could raise herself up and sit back down, fucking his gloriously hard rod while Stephen waded over to her. Instead of giving her back the cock that looked ready to burst, however, he bent down to claim her lips.
Their tongues drove her to fuck Caleb faster, and after a minute, she pulled away with a wicked smile. She grabbed Stephen’s arms and tugged him down until he got on his knees, then she ran her wet hand through his hair to lower his head to her nipple. He returned her smoldering grin and bit her hard buds, flicking his tongue over each once he’d captured them in his mouth. Then to her surprise, he sucked in a deep breath and disappeared underwater.
Stephen’s mouth went straight for her clit, and she felt him parting her cunt lips to gain access to the oversensitive nub with his tongue. She dug her nails into her palms to keep herself from grabbing his head to hold him there, instead changing her pace on the cock buried in her snatch to a steady rocking so as not to buck away that devilishly enticing tongue. Her hands went over her head to circle Caleb’s neck, and he hefted her breasts with both palms while she rode a steep, upward climb to the height of pleasure.
All too soon Stephen had to resurface, water spraying everywhere as his glistening, wet body emerged. Gleaming, yellow eyes penetrated her. “Caleb’s always in such a damn hurry to fuck you that I barely get a chance these days,” he said huskily.
“I learned my lesson,” Caleb said. “No more Mr. Patience.”
“I’m coming in anyway,” Stephen said.
He pushed her thighs apart so she was truly sitting on Caleb, not resting her weight on her legs. When he shoved his body close and began sliding his cock along the front of her slit, she tensed.
“I hardly think that’s possible,” she said through clenched teeth. Possible or not, her clit throbbed hard with each stroke of his cock head against it.
“I remember when you didn’t think werewolves were possible, either,” he said in a sultry voice.
The three of them stopped moving—and breathing—for a moment while Stephen pushed his cock along the back of Caleb’s. Slowly, incredibly, he managed to work himself into her already-stuffed cunt. She gripped his shoulders in desperation, holding him perfectly still inside her while she took in light, shallow breaths.
“My God,” she whispered at last. “You’re both inside me.”
“Hardly the first time,” Caleb said.
“Not like this.” She moved her hips experimentally and managed to wiggle a little. The nerve endings that lit up shot pleasure all the way down to her toes.
“Relax and enjoy me,” Stephen said, and with that, he withdrew a little. Caleb let out a long, very male groan.
She wondered what it was like for him, feeling Stephen’s cock rubbing so tightly and intimately against his own. The thought spiked her pleasure higher, and relaxing was the last thing she wanted.
“Harder,” she said, gyrating her hips as best as she could manage with her body pressed between the two gods in the hot tub with her.
Stephen jammed his cock deep in her again, and they all moaned in unison. He began a delicious rhythm while jets stroked and bubbles popped all around them. Every thrust inward brought his pelvis against her clit, and every withdrawal let a surge of hot water flow around her pussy. In the months since she’d met her mates, they’d coupled and tripled in about every which way she could imagine—and some ways she couldn’t. Having both of them lodged deep in her cunt felt different. This perfect blend of three bodies united by one spot pulled her in so intimately to her partners that she almost couldn’t grasp how tightly they were bound. There seemed to be no specific place where one ended and another began—they all just were.
The knowledge twined around her rising lust until her heart pounded wildly.
“I want you to claim me,” she told Stephen. “Mark me with your fangs.”
He gave a tiny smile and fucked her deeper. “It’s a little late for that.”
“But I didn’t understand what it meant back then.” She paused and took hold of his face. “Now I do.”
Stephen stopped his hip motion and stared at her.
“Take me, Stephen,” she said. “Take me so you two know without a doubt that I want to belong with you both. Forever.”
His eyes had already been gleaming with gold, but fire raged in their depths as she finished the words. He just stared at her, silent.
“God, yes,” Caleb said at last, nuzzling the nape of her neck with his lips. “Finally.”
He gripped her hips tight and thrust himself upward, and Stephen unglued. He shoved himself into her hard, a piston ramming fast and furious in a sexual machine that drove her skyward. Instead of giving in to the automatic urge to closer her eyes and ride the high up to the peak, she kept her gaze focused on him while they fucked harder, faster.
“I claim you for our own,” he said, and the emotion in his words was every bit as obvious as the sense of love that penetrated his thick cloud of lust. “You’re part of us now and always have been. Let my mark symbolize not only what we will mean to each other, but what we already do.”
The final words altered a bit as his jaw and teeth morphed, and she watched with fascination as the man gave in to the animal need to stake a claim on his female. His mate.
The fangs sank in deep—and they weren’t only Stephen’s. Caleb bit into her other shoulder, and she screamed out at the hot, sweet pleasure of belonging. She held both of their heads to her body while they all shuddered. In this pose, Stephen couldn’t make long, wild thrusts anymore, but they were already falling over the edge, cryin
g out with limbs intertwined and emotions united while mutual orgasm cemented their bond—again. The same sense of joining crashed over her as the first time Stephen had marked her, only with a profound difference. This time, she welcomed the possession. This time, she took them into her fully, heart, body, and soul.
Her complete acceptance shot her into a second climax, and both men reared back their heads and let out feral growls as they finished emptying warm spurts of cum into her. They uncoupled rapidly but didn’t part from one another. Instead, the two men cradled her between them as they all sat in the water, laughing and hugging.
“There was no way in hell anyone could have convinced me that sex could be better than when Stephen claimed you by the falls,” Caleb said a few minutes later. “But I would have been wrong.”
“And I didn’t think it would matter if I marked her again,” Stephen added. “I thought only the first time counted.”
“This sort of was the first time,” she said. “The first time I truly understood what I was asking for—and craved it with every part of me.”
Stephen kissed her lips tenderly.
“It couldn’t have even been more perfect if we’d done this out on the beach,” Caleb said.
“Hm,” Rose said, rising to step out of the water. “I think perhaps we should test that theory.”
She ran her hands over her dripping skin as she strolled toward the door to their bungalow. She turned to see both men staring at her.
“How?” Caleb asked, and as he and Stephen rose, she had an image of sea gods rising from the depths, water cascading over their chiseled bodies. Had any woman in the entirety of history been as lucky as she?
“Midnight,” she whispered before disappearing indoors. “I’ll meet you both on the beach to see if perfection can be beat.”
And as they followed her into their Hawaiian hideaway, Rose smiled at the knowledge that nothing could, in fact, make her any happier than she felt at that moment. But she’d sure as hell have fun spending every single day trying.
THE END
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