Forbidden Mate

by Stacey Espino

  She worried her lip, moving her head aside for Marco’s exploration. Targus’s cock throbbed uncomfortably, his urge to fuck making him nearly delirious. He slid his hand higher, cupping her full breast through the lace cup of her bra. Her nipple was pebbled hard, another temptation. He wanted her naked and spread open for him. He’d start with her tits and slowly move down her body, exploring every inch of flesh with his mouth and tongue.

  When Helen suddenly cried out in pain, Targus knew—Marco had marked her.

  Chapter Seven

  Helen wasn’t sure why she’d come out to the remote cabin in the first place. But she knew she came for more than a casual dinner invitation. She was drawn to her mysterious strangers in ways she couldn’t explain. They were dark and brooding, men with such potent sex-appeal, it was useless to resist. How bad could one night of anonymous sex be after living her entire life on the straight and narrow? She was in the middle of nowhere. Who would find out if she indulged in either of these tattooed hunks?

  They seduced her until she barely remembered her own name. They touched, kissed, and dominated her already aroused body. The need in their eyes made her willing to give them anything they desired. When Marco bit her neck, the pain lanced through her system, making her scream. But what started out as discomfort and fear quickly morphed into something so sensual she went weak in the knees. This was a new level of kink for Helen. How could a man’s teeth puncturing her skin make her ready to beg for more? And how were his teeth so sharp?

  “I love your tits,” said Targus, his voice nearly a growl. They were both so rough around the edges, real men. The fact they wanted her so desperately made her eager to give them exactly what they demanded. She imagined they’d fight for what they wanted and win. There was something about their raw masculinity that turned her on to the point she could barely think straight. She blamed her temporary insanity on the dual invasion of her body. It was unreal. For some reason they were both touching her, both determined to make her body blaze hotter. She succumbed to their seduction, needing to take things to the next level.

  After Wesley left her hanging in the forest, she’d given up on trying to find him a second time. He’d walked out on her in the peak of passion, and her body still heating from the memories of their encounter.

  Then Marco disappeared into the forest in the morning rather than talk with her. All the rejection made the new attention all the more satisfying. She never wanted them to stop crowding her with their broad shoulders and hard muscles. They both smelled delicious, an earthy, musky scent.

  “How do you feel, little one?” Marco ran his finger over the bite mark on her neck before kissing her lips. She wasn’t prepared for such intimacy, but the kiss held as much power as the sun. Helen closed her eyes and just allowed her body to feel. Her pussy throbbed in deep, desperate waves and butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She might regret giving in to her fantasies by morning, but tonight she wanted to enjoy every minute with Marco and Targus.

  As she kissed Marco, Targus lifted her sweater and peeled back the cup of her bra. His mouth was hot and moist as he suckled her breast. The dual stimulation made her clit swell and pulse, liquid heat slowly escaping down her inner thigh. She felt so naughty and uninhibited.

  One of them began unbuttoning her jeans. Her anxiety increased when she realized they weren’t playing, and she’d likely be fucking two men tonight. It both excited and terrified her. What scared her more than the unknown was the thought of walking away when the tour ended. She felt connected to the forest, the town, and these men. Helen was living her own personal fairy tale. She just hoped it had a happily ever after.

  “She’s ripe,” said Targus. He stood up and tugged off his shirt.

  Her eyes went wide. Helen wanted to touch him, to run her hands over all those smooth muscles. But she stayed rooted in place, allowing the men to dominate her body. She was having an out of body experience, watching a show where she couldn’t possibly be the star. But she was.

  “Take your clothes off, Helen. Or do you want me to do it for you?”

  She did as he asked, pulling her sweater off over her head. Her hair fanned down over her back, tickling her sensitized skin. It felt good to get the stifling material off her body.

  Marco growled, more animal than man. It surprised her for a moment, but she soon forgot her concern when he reached around her to unfasten her bra. His forearms were rock hard, his biceps impossibly thick. She felt so tiny and feminine between his capable arms. “Mine,” he said, tugging her over to the sofa before pressing her face down over the side. He was rougher than Targus, and while it excited her dormant sexuality, it also scared her a bit. She felt him attempt to tug down her jeans as he kept her pinned in place, her cheek against the cushions.

  “Relax, Marco. She’s fucking human.”

  Did Targus think he was treating her like an animal? At least his concern put her nerves more at ease.

  “It’s been a long time. I’m trying.”

  “I won’t let you hurt her,” warned Targus.

  The pressure from Marco’s hand softened. He finished unbuttoning her jeans and slipped them off with less force. When she was left in just her panties, he smoothed his hands over the globes of her ass. She concentrated on the path he made along her skin. He ran his palms up and down her back, massaging her sides with his skilled fingers. Her eyes began to loll in her head when his weight settled over her back. Marco whispered in her ear, “I’m yours now, little one. I hope you’ll take care of my heart because it’s already in pieces.” Despite his ravenous sexuality, he words held such sincerity. She felt a little more in love with him.

  When he stood back up, she turned her head to see what they were doing. Targus was naked, holding a tube of lubricant. He smoothed the clear substance over his cock. It was huge, dark, jutting up in an impressive erection. Marco didn’t seem fazed by his friend at all, lifting off his shirt and tossing it.

  Helen attempted to stand up, but Targus shook his head. Looking back at the two bare-chested men was making her stomach do flips, all her womanly parts tingling in anticipation.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  Targus set the lube down on the side table after squeezing a dollop into his palm. With his clean hand, he pulled her panties down past the curve of her ass, exposing her most intimate parts. “Preparing you for my cock.” He spread the cool lube along the seam of her ass, his fingers grazing the tight rosette over and over. Her heartrate picked up. She didn’t expect such a forbidden area to be so alive with sensation.

  He pressed one finger into her asshole, pushing in until he reached his knuckle. She froze, gripping the cushion under her chest as she tightened around the invading digit. The breach felt foreign, but also spiked her curiosity. A second finger joined the first and he began to thrust those thick fingers in and out of her ass, mimicking the sex act. She gasped for air. The deep guttural sounds she made surprised her.

  “Targus?” She was nervous about what was to come. And ready. Since she’d seen his cock first hand, she imagined it would tear her apart if he tried to squeeze it into such a small, virgin hole.

  “Hush, sweet girl.” He kissed her back. “I can’t wait another second. I have to claim you. I want every male to know you’re mine.”

  He slipped his fingers out and replaced them with the broad head of his erection. It was massive. She tensed on instinct, scared of the pain she’d feel. “No, you can’t,” she said. “You’re too big.”

  “I only want you to feel pleasure. It’ll hurt for a minute, but I promise it won’t last.” He pushed an inch into her asshole, the burn almost unmanageable. She cried out and reached blindly behind her. He secured both her wrists in one strong hand at her back and continued to push his cock into her rear entrance. Targus moved slowly but firmly until the entire length of his slick erection was fully embedded inside her ass. She felt so full, her inner walls stretching to accommodate him. Then he stopped, releasing her hands.

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nbsp; “You okay?” asked Marco. It was wickedly erotic to experience something so taboo with a second man watching. He brushed the hair off the side of her face so she could breathe easier.

  She stubbornly shook her head, not ready to admit she wanted to explore her boundaries further.

  “You did good, Helen. You’re fucking tight around my cock.” Targus still didn’t move, even when she tested her muscles, tightening around the invading member. “How does it feel to have my cock in your ass?”

  She swallowed hard, not sure what to say, and loving his dirty talk. At first she’d wanted him to stop, but he’d been right. The burn quickly subsided once he was fully-seated. Now the pain had diminished, leaving a new heat burning strong. She needed to be fucked. Her pussy and ass both spasmed, her nipples hard and achy.

  “Please…”

  “Please what?” he asked.

  She wanted to ask for more, to beg, but didn’t want to give them permission to lose all restraint. They were too powerful and dominant for her to handle. She needed them to go slow for her first time, gently leading her into these new erotic delights.

  “Keep going.”

  Marco chuckled. “Maybe I should take your place. It seems our girl needs more than you can provide.”

  “I don’t think you’d remember what to do,” Targus goaded. Even when challenging one another, she could feel the camaraderie between the men. They had a strong friendship, and it felt almost natural the way they shared her body.

  In the next instant, Targus’s strong hands gripped both her hips. He began to pump his cock in and out of her ass in long, smooth strokes. Everything was new to her. She’d never been fucked like this before and the resulting intensity took her off guard. She was surprised how much she liked her ass filled. It was dirty and satisfying, an orgasm already building as he pumped his huge cock in and out of her nether hole.

  “Let’s see what Helen thinks.”

  “You can join us, but I’m not going anywhere,” said Targus, his voice strained.

  Marco dropped down on the sofa near her head, the cushions jostling. When she glanced up, she came nearly face to face with his erect cock. He was just as big as Targus and very ready for sex. She was completely at the mercy of these aroused men.

  “Bring her here so she can sit on my lap.”

  Targus growled in irritation, but complied, lifting her up from under the shoulders so her back was nearly touching his chest. His cock bent inside her ass as she shifted her position. She gasped as her orgasm almost broke free.

  “You smell so good,” he said against her hair. His tongue painted patterns along the shell of her ear. “You smell like mine.”

  Hadn’t Marco said something similar? Were all men living off the land this possessive? Maybe there was a shortage of women in this part of the country.

  He carefully swept her hair to one side, his cock still throbbing deep in her ass. Targus trailed his tongue along the cord of muscle at the base of her neck before he dared to bite. It was the same thing all over again—sharp teeth, shooting pain, and momentary shock. Were these guys out of their minds or was this the new norm? It had been a long time since she’d been on a date, so times could have changed.

  Helen cried out at first before that familiar wash of desire rained down on her. Targus wouldn’t release her, his teeth still pressed to her neck. With his free hand, he toyed with her clit, rubbing in quick circles. His cock twitched in her ass. When she peeked open her eyes, Marco was only a couple feet away, his erection bobbing between his strong legs. All the golden male muscles surrounding her, combined with the intense stimulation, pushed her over the edge.

  “I’m coming!” She dropped her weight, too weary to stand when her release detonated inside of her. The pressure escaped from deep in her womb, the resulting shockwaves travelling to every extremity. Targus had no choice but to support her against his erection, his teeth finally slipping off her neck. She could feel her ass grabbing his dick in a pulsing grip.

  “You’ll be the death of me,” he grated, easing himself from her rear entrance. “You’re supposed to wait until we give you permission to come.”

  She frowned. “Nobody told me a thing.”

  “Well, I have a feeling you’ll be making up for it.” Targus nudged her towards Marco. When she was close enough, the other man reached up from the sofa and pulled her closer. His six-pack abs coiled tight as he leaned forward, his broad shoulders shifting beautifully. She couldn’t help but stare at him, all of him.

  Helen automatically straddled him, holding herself away from his arousal. Her knees were weak, her pussy still sensitized from her release. How could she go on when she felt drained of every ounce of energy? Her orgasm had robbed her of everything. She wasn’t used to reaching a peak without a toy. Was it their hardcore skills or the introduction to anal?

  “Sit on him, Helen. I need back inside you.” Targus was so close behind her, that she could feel the heat of his skin. In fact, both men felt so warm she’d swear they were feverish.

  Marco nodded, his yellow eyes boring into hers. “Come on now, baby girl. I’m waiting for you. This day has been a long time coming.”

  She did want him, despite her exhaustion. The way he looked at her gave her the desire she needed to continue. She braced his shoulders, savoring the feel of his shifting muscles under her fingers. He poised his cock in a stationary position as she lowered over it, making it easier for her to impale herself on the hardened flesh. As she sank lower and deeper, she released a throaty sigh. Her pussy walls stretched around his wide cock, the instant gratification putting a faint smile on her face. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her.

  “Whose dick do you like better?” asked Marco. The bold question made her pause. They couldn’t share her and expect her to choose. She had no long history with either man, so her brief encounters were all she had to go off. They both passed all her tests.

  “They’re both big and warm and perfect.”

  “Yeah, baby.” Targus groaned as he pressed her down against Marco’s chest. He didn’t waste time finding her empty nether hole. He shoved his stiff cock into her already prepared entrance, no more gentle introduction. Her breath caught because she’d never felt so full. It was like every inch of her was filled with cock, both men battling for space inside her body. She nearly gagged on the fullness, loving every second of it. They groaned and growled like animals as they shared her.

  Helen couldn’t believe those two oversized dicks were inside her—one in her pussy, the other in her ass. They smelled like men, all hard and delicious. All inhibitions fizzled away, leaving her wanton and eager. She began to pant, her heart ready to pound out of her chest. They worked her body like machines, their muscles taut and covered in a sheen of sweat. She studied the way they moved, the sounds they made, and the intricate patterns of their tattoos.

  She hoped something resulted from this night because they’d just ruined her for other men.

  Chapter Eight

  Marco had done it. He’d claimed a new female. After the death of his mate, he never expected to feel that burning love again. Especially in the form of a human being. He’d learned to hate the human race for killing his woman. Marco closed off his heart and settled into his existence deep in the northern wilderness. But fate intervened, bringing him into the shifter town when Helen happened to be there.

  He wanted to feel guilty, to shift and run away without looking back. But how could he deny those big brown eyes? Every detail about Helen called to his wolf, cementing the fact he had to pursue her.

  Since his best friend wanted to claim the same woman, this put a wrench in his plans. The royal princesses took more than one mate, so Targus had to be emotionally prepared for the possibility, since he’d been on the list of royal courters. Not Marco. When he loved, he loved hot and completely. He wasn’t sure how long-term sharing would work out for them, regardless how much he cared about his friend.

  There was also the little problem
that Helen had no clue they were wolf shifters. Their world was a mystery to her, and it would be impossible to hide their true natures forever. Revealing themselves was forbidden—as was a potential relationship.

  “I’m coming!” Helen practically screamed, her nails digging into his shoulders. She wasn’t comfortable with her sexuality, fighting to lock in her deepest desires. He wanted her to embrace every level of pleasure.

  The desperate sounds she made drove his wolf wild. He held her hips firmly over his dick as her orgasm slammed through her. Her tight cunt grabbed him in an unforgiving grip, stealing his last shred of control. Marco let loose, allowing himself to reach his peak inside her warm body. It was a monumental moment for him, and his release continued as her contractions vibrated around his cock.

  “Shit.” Targus pushed Helen tighter between them as he leaned forward. The three of them were like one body, arms and legs entwined, their joint orgasm cementing them together as a triad.

  “Thank you,” he said once they were still and quiet. It had been so long since he’d lost himself completely to a woman. So damn long. Helen had given him a gift he wouldn’t soon forget. And human or not, he had no plans of letting her go.

  Targus was the first to pull away. Marco shifted Helen comfortably on his lap. She was pliant, her eyes heavy with sleep. His wolf wanted to protect her, own her.

  “You okay?” he whispered against her skin. He breathed her in, capturing her scent to memory.

  “Just tired…and a bit sore.”

  He chuckled, holding her closer. “You’re not as delicate as you look.”

  She exhaled softly, cuddling closer. Her fingers painted patterns on his chest. “Where’s Targus going?”

  Marco hadn’t even noticed his friend leaving until Helen mentioned it. The quick escape piqued his curiosity. Was his friend bowing out? Had the wolf prowling around their property returned? For some reason, the possibility bothered Marco even more than before. His beast had something worth protecting now, and the thought of new competition for his mate seriously pissed him off.