by Kerri Carr
“Don’t let the ginger pressure you.” Michael attempted to comfort. “You have no ties to us. You don’t have to do anything you are uncomfortable with.”
Maya shut her eyes once more and willed herself to find strength. “Michael please.” She whispered. “I do have ties with you. If I don’t do this, you will continue to fight, and I don’t want to see you harmed by ignorant humans or each other. I accept.” She finally let her voice and body tremble as she became wrought with emotion. “How do we fulfill this prophecy?” She remembered her dream, she knew the answer, but something made her ask anyway. “Do you take turns?”
It seemed impossible for Ian to look any more uncomfortable than he had during the course of the evening, but his jaw set further and he brow furrowed as he attempted to stammer the words. “It must be consummated altogether.”
Maya nodded, not surprised in the least. Now she understood why she seemed to remember the rangers cabin. She knew now what was going to happen inside. Without a word she approached the old building and walked up the rickety steps. She reached for the tarnished brass doorknob, and it turned, the door groaning on its hinges.
The dark room was exactly how she remembered it. It was bare with the exception of a desk pushed into the corner of the room. The moonlight from a waning moon cast shadows across the floorboards. Maya turned around to find Ian and Michael standing close to the door. Ian shut it behind them. The squeaking door caused the silence that followed to be almost painful.
“Lowell, when it comes time to take her, you can have her first.” Ian offered. “You knew her first.”
Michael nodded once before he stared into Maya’s eyes. “Are we really doing this?”
The fact that it mirrored her dream gave her the chills. This was indeed mean to happen. She nodded her head quickly, trying to quell her nerves. “This is what I want.”
Just like he was on replay Ian went to stand behind her. “Then who are we to refuse?”
It was time. Maya knew that she wouldn’t be interrupted by her sister this time. It was truly happening.
*****
Maya decided that she wanted what happened to her next to be different than what she had seen in her dream. If she was going to experience a threesome in the flesh, she wanted to savor it, and she wanted to be in control of her destiny.
Instead of letting Ian take off her clothes, she removed them herself. Though her hands trembled, she pulled them off on her own. Once she was completely naked, she stood before them as proudly as she could and let them take in her wavy blonde hair and beautiful hourglass shaped body. Though the men were from different clans, though they might have had their differences, they stared at Maya with awe and desire. But before they could put their hands on her, she strode to Michael and began to kiss him fiercely as she undid the buttons on his flannel shirt.
Kissing him was easy; it was just like it had been that night after her date or that night by their cars. Once his shirts were gone, she unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them to the floor. Just when Michael looked like he might become ravenous, she turned from him and made her way across the room to Ian, where she gave him the same treatment. She kissed him and found that he was more aggressive than he had been earlier in the night. Soon the trio was completely naked, and Maya was ready to take things into her own hands once more, and as she dropped to her knees, she couldn’t help but smirk. She was literally going to be taking things into her own hands.
“Come here,” She instructed.
When both men obeyed, she looked at their strong manhoods and tried her best to not feel intimidated. She started off easy, caressing Michael and Ian with each of her hands. When they began to respond she once more turned her attention first to Michael, not just because Ian had given permission, but because of the two, she was more comfortable around him. She peered up at him before kissing his member. While she continued to pump her hand around Ian, she took Michael into her mouth and began to bob up and down, not falling into a rhythm as to keep him on his toes. One minute, she would go as fast and as deep as she could, the next she would go slow and use her tongue to draw patterns on him. She’d alternate until he hissed and even groaned with pleasure.
Making sure that he wasn’t feeling neglected, Maya turned her attention to Ian. Knowing that he would be expecting a similar performance to what he just witnessed with Michael, Maya made sure to change up her technique. This time, she started out slow and attempted to take as much of his penis into her mouth as she could manage without choking, eventually increasing the speed until she focused primarily on his tip, and tried to use enough pressure to make Ian want to lose it.
There was one thing about her dream coming to fruition that made her feel very proud. In both realms, she loved the way it felt to pleasure a man, and she couldn’t believe that while she took care of one with her mouth that there was yet another that was enjoying what she was doing with her hands.
Knowing that she didn’t want to all the work, she eventually let them both free and laid down on the floor. She pushed her hips up in offering as she laid with her arms above her head. She let her eyes do the talking, she didn’t know where this confidence was coming from, but she ran with it. Michael knelt on the floor beside her as he cupped her breasts, continuing what he had started a few nights earlier. Ian made his way down to where she had spread her legs and very carefully he touched her close to her entrance until he finally placed two of his fingers inside of her and mimicked what would be happening to her shortly.
Maya laid there with her eyes shut and rode the waves of pleasure. She could feel the arousal in her body growing, and she reveled in the fact that she wouldn’t have to hold back. She could be as loud as she wanted with no fear of judgment. So when she began to feel hot, and Ian’s fingers began to slide in and out of her with ease, she let him know that she liked it. She mewed and moaned when Michael finally bent over her chest and kissed and licked her breasts.
Why had she been ashamed of this? God, she’d never been more ready for something in her life.
Maya wiggled away from her lovers and sat up, catching her breath for a moment. “How are we going to do this?” She gasped.
“Ladies choice,” Ian offered as if waiting with bated breath for what she would decide.
“Although, may I make a suggestion?” Michael said face flushed. “I’d prefer to not be super close to Lyall. Feud aside. I’d much rather focus on what you’re doing Maya.”
“Fair enough,” Maya replied. “Michael, I will bend over, and you can take me from behind. “Ian I will go down on you until it is time to switch.
Once they got into position, Maya couldn’t help but scream out with pleasure when Michael finally entered her. For a few minutes, she enjoyed the rush of finally feeling every bit of him, of finally getting past a mountain of desire. She hoped that she would get to experience this feeling again. After she was used to the rhythm, she took Ian into her mouth and the moments that followed were both ecstasy-filled and utterly surreal.
Michael made love to her until Maya could feel herself reaching her climax, she was reaching her peak and just like she had enjoyed having power over her lovers, Michael, in turn, seemed to enjoy being able to take care of her. Maya was nearly shocked by the way she screamed when she reached her climax. Michael’s thrusting had become so fast that she thought for sure that he would have been right behind her, but he pulled out of her, and the men quickly changed places.
Ian felt different, but in a way that still made Maya cry out as he slid every inch of himself into her womanhood. Where Michael had been consistent, Ian was full of tricks. He thrust in and out, he swiveled his hips, and soon Maya was cursing because it felt so undeniably good that she knew she wouldn’t last much longer.
She removed Michael from her mouth as hissed. “I want to finish you both.”
“Not before I finish you first.” Ian murmured behind her. “It wouldn’t be fair if one heir brings you pleasure, but not the other.”
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sp; Maya wasn’t sure if that was part of the prophecy or not, but she was not going to stop him from what was making her feel light headed and dizzy. Several moments later, it was too good to contain, and she screamed and began to speak in tongues as once more she tipped over the edge.
She slid way from them for a few seconds so that she could move to her knees. The heirs made their way over to her, and she pumped both of their throbbing members with her hands until they groaned and reached climaxes of their own. Then all that was left was the panting. It was like everything that had happened was finally taking its toll on her. She felt exhausted and spent, but at the same time, she was unbelievably happy. Having sex with the both of them was like taking a weight off of her shoulders. If she hadn’t discovered the truth, it would have been more crushing than ever, because the pleasure that she had just felt would have made it harder to pick only one of them. Thank god that sometimes the truth was stranger than fiction.
“What happens next?” She asked.
“You go back to how things were,” Ian whispered. “You can decide when you want to be with either of us. We never have to meet like this again.”
“How can we ever go back to the way things were?” Maya asked.
Michael took her face in one of his hands and caressed her cheek. “It’s true, everything has changed. But the Lowell’s and Lyall’s will not fight. Not as long as you live.”
*****
“Have you heard? The five missing people were found in the woods last night?” An excited elderly woman said to Maya a few days later while she scanned her groceries.
“I did hear that, so sad about the three that were found dead, though.” Maya didn’t have the heart to tell her that the five people that had been found were all a show for the humans. Or that they were actually werewolves that had been released from the adversary’s land. “You saved forty-five dollars. Have a great day! We all can, the woods of Whitney are safe!”
As she watched the customer leave she smiled when thought of the Lowell’s and Lyall’s being adversaries. She was responsible for their peace treaty, though they would probably never see past their differences, and would be watching her until she took her dying breath. In the days since the three had made their consummation of the prophecy, she’d already seen black and red wolves watching her. She’d learned that her home sat on Lyall land, but that Catskill Grocery was on Lowell land so she’d seen red wolves outside her house and a black wolf lurking near the store. They were watching out for her, always guarding what belonged to them both.
It was the time of the full moon so she was alone while her lovers dealt with their alternate forms. She wasn’t necessarily sad about this. As much as she was at peace with the fact that she had helped protect innocent lives, and that she didn’t have to make a difficult choice, she still had many questions.
How was she going to explain to her mother that she had two boyfriends? Someday, how was she going to be able to explain that she couldn’t marry because the feud would probably start all over again? If she conceived a child who would it belong to? Would the Lyall’s and Lowell’s become one strange mutated family? Maya figured that she would have time to figure it out when it happened.
“Maya, Maya, sweetie, you can shut down for your break.” Her manager smiled at her, completely unaware of the inner conversation she was currently having.
“Great! Thank you!”
Maya had bought a drink and a muffin from the bakery before she went up into the break room where she decided to check her phone. She wished there were text messages from her wolves but no such luck, they were stuck in their animal form until the moon began to change again.
Maya was determined to look on the bright side. She had two men to compliment her in very different ways, she had two lovers to satisfy her needs in ways that she never knew were possible. Everything would find a way of working itself out. Now she found herself more inspired to work than ever. Not only did she need to finish paying for college, but she really needed to get her own place. There would be fewer questions that way.
Even though she knew they wouldn’t be able to answer for a few days, she still typed out a text message and sent it to the both of them.
Hope you are safe and looking forward to seeing you when you return.
She smiled as she hit send. Who would have thought that a dream would have so much meaning? Who would have thought that her life would have come to this? She really was a human peace treaty.
THE END
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Bonus Story 14 of 44
Hearts of Dust
Her husband was buried beneath a pile of dust and rocks, and it was, by far, the most sensible thing that he had ever done. Lord William Tavers had, until very recently, been in possession of an adventurous spirit, one that he had often imposed upon his wife. His latest imposition had been to sell their very fine estate, and their Charleston townhome, pack their every belonging, and send it out west.
“West,” he had said, his eyes filled with that peculiar light he got, “was where life was really worth living. There are no comforts to soften the blow!”
Personally, Genevieve thought that life was worth living because of the comforts, not in spite of them.
“Miss?” the stagecoach driver asked, pulling her out of her reverie. His hands clutched his dirty and tattered hat, clearly not wishing to be an imposition to a mourning widow. The entirety of him was covered in several days’ worth of dust and grime. She had no right to cast stones, her own clothing had a persistent layer of dust and she had not had a bath in several days. “
We need to be off if we want to make Silver Creek before nightfall,” he explained.
“Are you familiar with this place?”
“Oh, I am, my cousin lives there, runs a fine hotel, if you are interested.”
“Quite.” She pulled her mourning veil over her face. “A good meal and a bed will go a long way towards mending my heart.”
The words were correct, but there was no real feeling behind them. She wanted to be bothered by the fact that she felt nothing for the man who had been her husband for many years, but she couldn't quite bring herself to it. Instead she turned herself to more necessary matters. “Is there a man of the law in Silver Creek?”
“A man of the law?”
“A sheriff, a lawyer? A marshal perhaps? Anything of the sort? I will need to inform someone of my husband's death for legal reasons.” Such as freeing up the funds that he had gotten when her life had been well and thoroughly uprooted.
“The county shares a marshal with some of the other towns, I can't say as he will be there. He gets called from one place to the next pretty often, but you can always send a post to summon him back. Or whatever you'd like.”
“Yes, of course.”
The coach driver nodded and helped her into the carriage. God, she detested these four walls. It didn't matter that they were elegantly decorated with fine wooden inlays. She detested everything about it.
A feeling that was perpetuated by the jostling of the stagecoach as it continued on towards Colorado. The loud clatter of the wooden wheels across the dusty ill-prepared earth echoed in her head, turning the ever growing headache into a savage pulse behind her blue-gray eyes. They were hardly her best feature, no that was certainly her hair, a crowning glory of honey-wheat, a shade that, when brushed correctly, could be luminescent gold. Though it was several decent baths past looking anything like gold right now.
That was not her most pressing problem. Genevieve longed for the days when the condition of her hair had been her greatest concern. Her problem now, was the fact that she was going to Colorado, wild and unsettled, with no husband, no home and no income to speak of.
What was she going to do?
“What are you going to do, Genevieve?” she asked to the four unrelenting walls.
She could, of course, turn back. She could go to Charleston or New Orleans or one of the other civilized cities, and see
about using the funds that her husband had accumulated to setting up a home for herself.
As what? She thought to herself, her pale pink lips forming a line of frustration across her elegant face. As a young childless widow with her husband's debts?
It was just his adventurous spirit that lead him out West. No indeed, her husband had a love of many frivolous things, such as card games, wild women, and any newfangled creation he could purchase. When she had been sixteen and newly a woman she had found his liveliness and passion heartening. As she'd grown older, she had seen him for what he was, a child with the years of a man.
Her headache grew larger. She rubbed her fingers across her forehead. She had some wealth that she had ferreted away from her frivolous spouse, enough to pay for a few weeks at a decent hotel, longer at a cheap one. Then what?
There were a myriad of stories about women who thrived in the unsettled West. Women who were cattle herders and business owners. There was even Grace Jones, The Widow, a real honest to God lady bounty hunter. It was wonderful to read about from the comfortable distance of a book, the reality of it was overwhelming. She was a woman of means, her entire life had been geared towards being a wife of a fine house and to raise children.
She huffed, realizing that she had failed on both of those fronts. She had no home and no children.
Tears, not of mourning but of self-pity, welled in the corners of her eyes. They were gathering there when the coach took a sudden hard left. She slid across the bench of the seat, her shoulder hitting the velvet covered wall hard enough that she knew there would be a bruise on her otherwise pale skin.
