by Lori King
She lay curled up on her side, her head on one pillow and the other pillow clutched tightly to her chest. Her face was swollen and tearstained, and her hair was spread out around her. Her robe was open with one long, smooth leg pulled up so that he could just see the curve of her ass peeking out of the opening. He moved across the room slowly, and settled down next to her on the bed. He pulled her into his arms, breathing in her scent and pressing against her back. She whimpered softly in her sleep, and Damon felt himself harden at the sound. She was so soft in his arms, and she fit against him like a glove.
Her reaction had hurt him, and it frustrated him that she wasn’t willing to talk about it. What if she didn’t want them? What if she wanted to leave? Damon knew he loved her enough already to let her go if that’s what would make her happy, even if it meant he wouldn’t survive it. Werewolves couldn’t survive without their mates, so once bonded together by the mating bond, if something happened to one, the other would die of a broken heart. He wouldn’t tell her that, he decided. If she stayed, it wouldn’t be out of guilt or obligation. He wanted her so much that he would die for her.
He had seen the pain behind her eyes, and knew that she hadn’t had it easy. He wondered what had happened to her family, and why she didn’t have any close friends. She was such a loving, gentle soul, that is until he and Devin walked into the room. Then she seemed to be on edge and snippy. Damon knew it was because she didn’t understand the mating bond. She didn’t understand her physical need to be close to them, and to touch them. She was probably fighting her own instincts, and that hurt him. If he could just explain the changes that were taking place in her body, maybe they could work this all out.
He sighed deeply. Right now he would just have to be happy holding his woman close to him while she slept. They would have to talk to her, and force her to understand, but he wouldn’t wake her to do it. He drifted off to sleep with her breast in his hand, and her head on his bicep.
Chapter 8
Caroline woke up in the bed tangled in male limbs again, and couldn’t keep the groan from escaping her throat. Damn it. How did I let this happen again? she thought. I was supposed to be leaving, storming out mad, and never looking back!
Instead she was still naked under the soft bathrobe, which had now fallen completely open, and her nudity was pressed delightfully close to Damon’s denim-covered cock. He was awake. She could feel his intake of breath, and his shaft was a huge bulge under her thigh. She ached to rub against it, and have him bring her back to orgasm with his touch.
Instead she rolled over, and sat up, drawing the robe closed with her. As she sat up, she saw Devin in the doorway with a lost look on his face. He leaned against the doorjamb with his hands in his pockets, and one ankle crossed over the other. The man who looked angry most of the time and spent all of his time trying to control those around him, really just looked like he needed a hug now. She couldn’t be angry with him. No matter how condescending and arrogant his need to claim her seemed.
“Caroline, are you okay?” he asked. His voice was a controlled whisper, but the tenderness in it made her breath catch. There was worry in his words, but fear in his tone.
“Devin…” She paused. She couldn’t bring herself to tell him she was leaving. In her heart she wondered if she would ever be able to leave him, no matter what. He was under her skin and in her veins now. She stood up and moved into his arms which opened up to her automatically. The feeling of his strong heartbeat against her cheek and his thick arms around her made her melt into him. “I’m okay, Devin. I’m sorry I got so upset. I’m independent, and I don’t like being controlled and forced to accept decisions made for me. If that’s what you need from a mate, then I’m not her. I can’t be her.”
Caroline stared at the wall while she made her statement of independence, because she was afraid it would make him walk away. Fear gripped her lungs for just a moment while he stood silent. She had just given him the excuse to send her packing, and she nervously waited for his response.
It came with a finger under her chin and a soft kiss on her pink lips. “Sugar, you’re wrong, you are her. You are perfect for me. Even if you are a little bit headstrong. I wouldn’t want you any other way. I need you to understand how this all works, but I didn’t want to tell you everything last night. The last several days have been nothing but upheaval for you, so I wanted you to have some peace as we explained everything to you in little doses. I want you to trust me, and know that I would never make a decision for you that wasn’t for your own good.”
She could see his heart in his eyes, and the love in her chest swelled into a smile on her face. Relief rushed through her that he still wanted her.
“I can’t promise not to argue with you, Devin.”
“Good, don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Damon spoke from behind her as he moved up against her back. She leaned backward just a bit to feel his warm strength against her, and her eyes closed as her skin tingled with desire at being trapped between the two deliciously sexy men. Her pussy dripped juice into her panties, and her nipples hardened, thinking about all of the things these men made her feel in the last twenty-four hours.
“Caroline, look at me.” Devin’s voice rumbled into her now passion-filled, foggy brain, and her eyes cracked back open to peer at him. “As much as I want to bend you over right now and fuck you until you scream, we have to talk. We can’t avoid this conversation.”
“Please, Devin, fuck now, talk later,” she demanded, rocking her hips up against Devin’s erection, and then backward against Damon’s. They both growled that sexy growl, and she heard a third growl that surprised her because it came from her own chest.
Damon chuckled under his breath. “Shit, that was so sexy. I can’t wait until you growl with every moan, beautiful!” He turned her head to the side to meet his tongue in a hot kiss before she could respond. She felt him pull the robe from her body, leaving her naked to their touch.
Electricity crackled in the air, and Devin made a decision to join them instead of arguing. She could feel him kissing his way down her neck, stopping only at the wound where he had bitten her last night. On that he placed a soft kiss, and a hesitant lick. The feeling of his broad tongue on the supremely sensitive spot almost made her climax right there.
Devin swept her up into his arms, and, taking her to the bed, he put her up on her knees with her head resting on her arms. Her ass was wiggling in the air so that both men could see her wet cunt.
“First, you need a little punishment. I told you that you would have to talk to us when you were upset, and today you chose to run away instead of talking about it. And you locked your bedroom door to us.” Even as he spoke the rough words, he comforted her by continuing to kiss her back and flanks. His lips pressed hot against her tailbone, and his hands swept gently across her skin. She turned her head and saw Damon’s cheeky grin, and knew that whatever Devin had planned, it was going to be good for them all.
“Okay,” she whispered. “So punish me.”
She felt Devin’s smile on her rump as he nipped at her sensitive skin, and then he pulled his hand back and brought it down in a smack on her soft white flesh. She jumped, but the only sound from her was a gush of air leaving her lungs. He spanked the other ass cheek, leaving her flesh hot and tingly, and this time she moaned loudly.
“Well look at that, Dev, our pretty baby likes a little pain with her pleasure.” Damon’s voice came from in front of her, and Caroline lifted her face to meet his stiff dick bobbing next to her. She wrapped her fingers around it like an anchor as Devin spanked her again, and then once more.
“Please…” she begged.
“Please? What do you need, sugar?” Devin asked her playfully. His hand was rubbing all over her rounded backside, and his cock dripped pre-cum. He brought his hand down against her cheeks more firmly this time, and she whimpered.
“Please touch me. I need you.” She stretched her neck out as she pulled Damon forward by his cock to reach
him. He teased her for a moment, running his swollen length over her lips, and then let her engulf him. She started sucking his cock like never before, determined to bring him to the edge of passion.
Devin knew that she was new to this, but watching her suck Damon, while her ass winked at him was so fucking hot. She was in the position of submission, and his inner wolf took in the sight and relished it. She was so damn perfect for them. She was proving to be submissive, but erotically responsive in the bedroom, and feisty outside of the bedroom. She would definitely keep them on their toes. He couldn’t wait to see her in full wolf form.
He slid his fingers up to her wetness, and stroked her right to the edge of orgasm. She was purring as she bobbed on Damon’s cock and enjoyed Devin’s finger fuck. He decided to push her further this time, and, covering his fingers in her cream, he slid a finger into her anus. She jumped at the new intrusion, but after a few strokes, she started pushing back against his finger. He slipped another finger into her and started stretching her ass to take his cock. He couldn’t wait to feel her between them, completely full of hot dick and screaming her release. As she fucked back on his fingers, he coated his cock in her juices by shoving into her pussy unexpectedly. She gasped and almost choked on the cock in her throat as the sudden full feeling pushed her to orgasm. Her whole body trembled with the intensity of her climax, but she managed to stay on her knees somehow.
Damon smiled big at Devin as their eyes met over her. Silently Devin used his eyes to convey his intentions to Damon before moving. Then with a deep breath, Devin moved his fingers down to Caroline’s sensitive clit, and strummed it as he pushed his shaft into her tight asshole. It stretched, and Caroline cried out at the burning sensation.
“Shhhh, hush, sugar. It will feel good in just a second, push back on me, and focus on my fingers pinching your clit.” He kept talking to her to distract her from her discomfort until he could feel her accepting his cock completely. He paused, just enjoying the feeling of her tight ass muscles fluttering around him. If he wasn’t careful, this would be over way too quickly. He could feel the way her asshole was clenching and unclenching around him, trying to pull him deeper or push him away, and it blurred his vision for a few seconds.
“Oh my God, Devin, that feels so good!” She was moaning and writhing so much now that she couldn’t keep sucking Damon anymore.
Devin lifted her up against his chest as Damon slipped down underneath her. Devin’s muscles were clenched with steely control as he was still sunk balls deep in her ass, trying not to move.
Caroline thought she would explode if Devin didn’t move soon, and in her aroused state she wasn’t really aware of Damon moving underneath her.
“Please!” she begged. “Move, damn it.”
“Caroline, hush. You need to learn to control your desires. Be patient, and it will be so much better, sugar.” Devin spoke with his lips against her shoulder, and his voice sent waves of fire down her spine and through her clit. He was massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples as he held her still for Damon to get settled. Then he lowered her down, impaling her on Damon’s erection. She screamed at the completely full feeling of having two cocks pressed tightly into her.
Damon swallowed the end of her scream with a hot kiss that made her squirm harder, trying to get them to move. She pressed her breasts against Damon’s chest and arched her back against Devin’s, craving more. They started slowly, just rocking a little, and as her cries of passion increased, they moved faster and harder until they were fucking her. As one man moved out, the other pushed in and they quickly set a rhythm pushing her until her body broke through the ceiling of passion and she saw stars. She vaguely heard their simultaneous cries of release as she collapsed on top of Damon. Her body felt like jelly and she was more satisfied than she had ever been in her life.
Damon pulled away, and when he came back, he had a warm washcloth that he used to clean her up. A wave of embarrassment at this intimate touch made her clench her thighs, but he gently pulled them apart, smiling at her and shaking his head. Once Damon and Caroline were clean, Devin went to the bathroom, and she heard the shower start.
She lay there for several minutes just basking in her pleasure. She had never done anything so naughty in her life, but she felt so complete with both men filling her full. Even now, just moments after the most amazing orgasm of her life, she could feel desire in her belly. It made her anxious that a part of her wanted desperately to pull Damon against her again and keep him with her forever. She could feel Damon’s fingers dancing up and down her spine. His touch drifted over the sensitive patches of skin that marred her ass cheeks and she turned to look at him with a hot blush on her cheeks.
“You shouldn’t feel ashamed that you got pleasure from us, Caroline. It’s natural, and it will only get better as your wolf gets stronger.” Damon groaned, and she heard him holding his breath as she processed his words.
“What do you mean my wolf?” she asked, rolling over to look him straight in the eyes.
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, Caroline, before all of this.” Devin gestured to their disheveled state as he came back in the room with just a towel around his waist. “Why don’t you get dressed, and we can talk.” He patted her ass as she crawled out of the bed and reached for her clothes, and then headed out of the bedroom again.
Damon followed his brother down the hallway with a cheeky smile over his shoulder on his way out the door. He called behind him, “Don’t keep us waiting.”
She finished pulling her clothes on, wondering which brother had gathered them and folded them neatly on top of the dresser. Then she went to the bathroom and tried to brush the tangles from her curly hair with her fingers. The woman she saw in the mirror was well loved, and happy. She was stunned to realize she was happy with these two men. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt completely happy and carefree. She had a sense of belonging when they were with her, but she had a gut instinct that whatever they were going to tell her was going to hurt.
“Okay, so start talking. What exactly does being your mate mean?” she asked as she followed them into the great room again. She took a seat on the couch, and felt a quick flash of heat in her loins as she remembered this was how last night’s activities had started. This time though Damon and Devin sat on either side of her with their bodies turned toward her, and neither touched her.
They seemed to be conversing through their eyes again, and it pissed her off.
“What are you two saying? I know somehow you are talking, but I don’t understand it.” Her head swiveled between the two men, waiting for their answer.
Open your mind to us, sugar, and you will understand, too.
Caroline’s eyes were huge as she stared at Devin. His mouth hadn’t moved, but she had heard him as clearly as if it had.
As mates we will be able to share each other’s thoughts telepathically. You just have to listen for us, and if you try you can send your thoughts to us as well.
What the fuck?
Devin and Damon both started laughing at the words their mate sent to them with her first conscious and focused thoughts. Still laughing, Devin started explaining out loud.
“I know it seems little overwhelming, but let me back up. When Damon rescued you from the fire, he was somehow able to smell your scent. Wolves have a particularly good sense of smell, and each individual—wolf or human—has their own specific scent. A wolf’s mate will always have a particularly appetizing scent that is more attractive to him than anyone else’s. Your scent is what first told Damon and me that you were our mate, and once we got close enough to know you, we both fell in love with you.”
“You can’t love me yet,” she argued. Her head was slightly spinning already, as she grasped for the patience to understand everything he was telling her.
“Why not? You are in love with us.” Damon said it so matter-of-factly that Caroline knew she couldn’t argue.
“So we live happily ever after? Two wolf fir
emen and the human woman? How does that work, guys?”
“Not exactly. You see, once we mated…er…made love, the mating bond started to form. It’s an invisible imprint on your heart that bonds you to each of us for life. Everything you feel will affect us, and vice versa. We will be able to sense you and your feelings from now on, and if something happens to a wolf’s mate, the surviving wolf won’t last long.” Devin was trying to go slow, and he was hoping that she would read between the lines. He really didn’t want to shock her with the words.
“Guess it’s a good thing that we aren’t all three wolves then.” She laughed nervously, but she caught the look exchanged between the men. “Oh my God! Are you telling me that I’m a wolf, too? Did you turn me into one, or was I always one and just didn’t know it?”
Damon pulled her against his chest, trying to calm her nerves as Devin kept explaining.
“You became a wolf the first time we mated, because we both claimed you. The bite marks on your shoulders. They will never go away, and they mark you as our mate. We aren’t completely bonded yet, because you have yet to mark us with your own bite. You will do that when you are ready. After that no other wolf will dare to approach any of us, because they will see the marks and we will carry each other’s scent.”
