Sanibel Heat -Werewolf Menage

by Scott, Talyn

  “I’m sitting right here,” she sulked. “I’m an adult. I’ve been bathing, cooking, dressing,” she glanced down and blushed at her lack of clothes, “and working for years. The stone age passed centuries ago,” she waved a flippant hand in the air and wrapped a sheet around her middle. “I’ll be in the shower.”

  “I distinctly remember telling you that I would give you a bath with salts. You’re stiff and sore, remember?” A warning edge tinged Jayce’s voice. His eyes narrowed on the sheet as he lifted from the bed. “I don’t remember changing the plan.”

  Bren finished with Charles and placed the phone on the bedside table. He looked between Jayce and Tatum as the tension registered high. They had to tell her, soon - very soon. The full moon was approaching, and he hated lying. Feet tipped with pink polish were firmly planted on the beech wood floor, and a scowl etched her face. She was gorgeous. Her hair caressed her shoulders, as she clutched the coral sheet as a lifeline. He snickered at the scene of domestic bliss. She raised a golden, perfectly arched brow his way.

  “What’s funny about this? I’m serious,” she stomped her foot for emphasis. It was a childish gesture but relevant all the same. They were hot men, and she had been underneath all that yummy, heavy, male flesh last night. All the time she had wasted in a mediocre sex life, let’s face it - nonexistent sex life was an atrocity. Was it better with anyone other than Troy? Could Jayce and Bren hold the key to her dormant sexuality? They had brought her to multiple orgasms last night. She was getting horny from mere proximity to their bodies, and if she wasn't mistaken, they knew it.

  “Prepare her bath,” Bren nodded towards the double doors that led into the lavish bathroom. “Tatum and I need to have a word with one another.”

  Naked as the day he was born, Jayce strutted through the doors and slammed them shut with his mind. Fortunately, Tatum had her back turned to the display, even though she heard and felt the blast of the solid mahogany behind her.

  “Lovely,” she muttered. “I have no idea what I just did to piss him off. But all the same, it was lovely,” she glanced around and searched for her bag.

  Bren knew she was searching for that ripped and shoddy suitcase that was decades old. Little did she know that he had hurled it in the dumpster when he had taken a daybreak walk. She had no jewelry or personal effects packed that appeared sentimental. She had worn rags and used bargain toiletries. Consignment clothes, he had scented others on her clothing and knew that it was not from close contact with his mate. She was forced to buy used clothing just to cover her precious body. That was okay if it was necessary, and she needed the financial savings. She didn’t. She was a wealthy woman, now…although; she didn’t know it yet.

  “Could you lose the toga and have a seat?” he gestured towards a plush sitting area with oversized, caramel-colored leather chairs. The view was unbelievable. The surf was calm, and the turquoise of the water appeared as a layer of azure ice. Azure ice, she noted, much like the stare she was getting from Bren.

  “Okay,” she whispered and sat. Money could buy luxury. Right now, she was sitting on a lot of money. She sank and moaned aloud. “This feels wonderful.” Even though she had just rolled out of bed, she was exhausted. It wasn’t precisely the night, or the wedding, or the weekend, for that matter. It was the past year - hell, the last ten years.

  “I told you to lose the toga,” Bren’s voice strained, as he itched to paddle her non-compliant ass.

  “I had sex with you guys, and now you’re pushing me around? I don’t like it,” her voice was harsh…and husky. She was overly stimulated.

  “I beg to differ,” he slowly approached, a wolf biding his time waiting to come out and play. He lowered himself before her and removed the silk, coral colored sheet. “Why do you have a sudden need for modesty?”

  “Um…its daylight and we’re done?” She questioned his question. Not knowing what to say, she was unversed in sexual play and, even more so, with men in general.

  “Well,” the sheet met the floor, “the daylight has its advantages, as well. At this moment, even if I didn’t already know that you are aroused, I could clearly see your dilated pupils, hardened dusky nipples,” he lowered his gaze, “quivering stomach,” he softly placed the tip of his index finger inside her navel, “and glossy lips.” He placed both hands inside her thighs and firmly spread them. “You can no longer hide your feelings, Tatum.” With a leisurely stroll, as if he were to have all the time in the world, he stroked the outside of her feminine flesh.

  He swallowed hard and met her eyes; the intensity of the blue struck her heart. “I love you,” he sucked the ends of his wet fingers, one by one. “I was certain that if Jayce and I loved you enough, that your physical reciprocation would be adequate. That if we were not to earn your love, we would still be satisfied, because you were ours. I’m not so sure about that, anymore,” he finished his fingers, closed his eyes, as if he were savoring a sumptuous meal, and stood. Towering over her in jeans and an impressive hard on, she felt helpless and vulnerable. “I want everything, Tatum. All you can give me, and all that you can’t,” he gave her his back, as he walked to the bathroom doors. “And if you choose not to,” he opened the doors and released the fragrant steam, “I’ll take it from you.”

  Jayce stepped through the doors and held his hand out for Tatum. Obviously, he had showered and wanted to settle her into the bath. Stunned at Bren’s frankness, she went wholeheartedly. Anything would be better than the tension that was rolling off Bren. Wouldn’t it figure? This was her last day here.

  In clipped tones, he informed Jayce that he would be checking on breakfast, making a phone call to his office and would return in a few minutes. She felt relieved and bereft. A complication of scattered emotions rushed her body. She couldn’t go back and change things but could she start over? Taking a sideways glance at Jayce, he was liquid sex. Gold hair shining in the Sanibel sun, the water streamed his chest in random droplets that made her mouth long to follow their pathways. To top it off, he claimed to love her.

  Tatum was primed. Jayce shook his head at his friend. Bren had cranked her up and walked out in frustration - the perfect plan. Being with Tatum was a guilty pleasure. The females of the past, none of them remotely serious, couldn’t begin to compete with his mate, his entire world. He loved her with an intensity that shook his soul. “The bath is waiting,” he gathered her naked body and strode to the tub. With a casual amount of finesse, he lowered her atop of him without spilling a drop.

  The water fragrantly filled with lavender, salts, and herbs to heal her body. If he could break the glass that held her heart, everything would be perfect. She nestled her sweet blond head into the center cove of his chest. With a moan, she relaxed her shoulders.

  “I shouldn’t be talking to you, cave man.”

  She was close. He was nearer to animal than human. “Who said you have to talk? I’ll do all the talking, and you do all the listening.”

  Time to change the subject, “I’ve never taken a bath with a man before,” she admitted.

  “I’ve never bathed a woman before,” he planted a kiss on the top of her head. “You’ll enjoy the bath while I wash you, won’t you honey?”

  Again, with his question commands, how did he do that? “I have to leave today. My plane takes off at five. I should be at the airport an hour before lift-off to go through security. I couldn’t find my suitcase.”

  “Answer the question,” he brought those colossal arms around her shoulders and caged her.

  She felt anger, a little fear of the unknown, still horny and safe. “Yes, for the most part, I’ll let you wash me.”

  “Not good enough but since you’re new to this, I’ll let that slide.”

  He cupped her breasts with his palms, “Soft, so deliciously soft. Your skin, your smell is an aphrodisiac. Don’t worry, honey,” he reached for a clear, amber bar of soap. “This is pure, hypoallergenic, for your feminine body,” he emphasized the latter with a slow stroke to her bundle of
nerves. “Only the best for you from last night forward.”

  He lifted her leg and hooked it over the side of the tub, only before he placed a towel under her knee to cushion the hard edge. “That’s it,” he whispered against the side of her throat. “It’s all in the way we relax together, love together and make love together. I want to show you how much I love you. You’ll let me show you my love, right honey?”

  She was past flames, fried. Somewhere, she had heard another command, but she just wasn’t sure anymore. He had reached between her spread nether lips and stroked her passion with a soft, slightly soaped cloth. “I love you, too,” she breathed into the steam. “I think I’ve always loved you,” she sat on the verge of climax, slightly embarrassed and hot as hell. What had happened? What was she doing? She was bewildered, befuddled, and beguiled by a close to six and half foot tall, man who had her displayed atop him as a near virgin sacrifice.

  He moaned, deep and long. “I can’t believe I’m finally hearing this,” he clutched her against his body. One arm was around her middle and one hand that had dropped the cloth and cupped her mound. “Thank you. Thank you for your love. I’ll cherish you always and love you forever.” He lavished her neck with soft kisses and moved the hand between her legs.

  “Watch me, honey. Watch me, as I love your body.” Knuckles, ever so lightly, skimmed her vulva and a hot lick of moisture coated her walls. Every few skims, he would randomly flick her clit with his thumb. She responded so well to his touch, too well. She would never get enough. Even though the controlling sides of Jayce and Bren frightened her, somehow she felt complete security in the way the men cared and cared for her.

  He wouldn’t give her the release, just a nudge here and there - no rush to completion. “You’re frustrating me,” she gasped. Unable to, at least, level herself.

  “It’s just a little shelf, I’m putting you on for a couple of minutes to make it better for you. Remember, I may withhold temporarily, but you will always come with me. Always,” he breathed. “You‘re happiness is above my own.”

  Always… the thought teased in her mind as forbidden fruit. Her legs were trembling, vision darkening. Lights splayed the backs of her eyelids. “Oh…Jayce! I need….” What did she need?

  “I don’t,” she gasped, “know how to do this.” She had never been allowed on top. Jayce tested her readiness with two thick fingers. One more plunge and that is all it would take to finish the orgasm…just one.

  “No way, honey. You’re going to finish with me inside you.” He positioned her sweetness over his purple head. With a single thrust, his erection was fully seated in her milky channel. The rhythmic clenching of her walls was immediate and sent him to the edge with the velocity of a freight train…so close he had to hold on for Bren. Tatum was oblivious to Bren’s touch. She was lost, exceptionally lost in her last climax. He suspected that the madness of the mating was getting to her, as well. She loved him, freely admitted to it in the throes of lust-filled passion.

  Bren ran twin thumbs up the wee crevice of Tatum’s ass to admire her and judge her size. No way had she been taken there. She was delicate and supple. Some of the women whom he had tousled in bed had spent hours in the gym lifting weights and running on treadmills to achieve the perfect body. Tatum didn’t have to do a thing. He could no longer stomach another glance at a female, especially in the heat of sex. Since he had heard of Tatum’s divorce twelve months ago, he had been with few females. The draw he had to claim Tatum had prevented the gratification of those few encounters. Now, he realized why the werewolves go to the ends of the earth to search for their mates. It was a luxury to be in her arm, a gift like no other. He had warned her earlier, cryptically, that he would keep her. God help anyone or anything that tried to take her or interfere. His wolf snarled in response.

  No worries, wolf. If anyone comes between Tatum, and us, I will release you to hunt. It will be your blood to claim.

  He inhaled deeply. Tatum’s arousal was at a new height as it speared his lust and urged him on. Releasing her bottom, he gathered the liquid lubricant in his cupped palm to warm it. Jayce signaled over Tatum’s shoulder, she was about to hit another peak. Good for her since she was learning to be an obedient mate. Her satisfaction, safety, and happiness were their priorities.

  “Jayce, it’s happening, again,” she groaned and shuddered. Her body weakened from the assault of pleasure.

  She was a tight, wet fist around his throbbing cock, “Again, honey…let me feel you. I can’t live without you Tatum. I won’t,” his plum head met her cervix, as he twisted his hips just so. This was a big one. Out of control, she met his eyes looking for direction. “Bren’s gonna help you out.”

  “Bren?” her hot breath met Jayce’s lips.

  Jayce clutched her to his chest, as he reached between their bodies to fire up her clit. A good pinch and a slight tug was all it took. Her pulsating walls imprisoned him, and the rhythm sent a chain reaction to his sack. As they shouted and came together, she stared into his eyes and conveyed an unquestionable look of love.

  Bren took the opportunity of her distraction to insert a thick, warmly lubricated finger in her sweet bottom. Even though she was relaxed from multiple, derailing climaxes, she was tight and small. Of course, she jumped, but Jayce tightened his hold and soothed her with words. It was gibberish and nonsense that he would say to no other, but she deserved every syllable and then some. She was relaxing beautifully against his finger. The feel of her curvy ass was incredible. His canines elongated, as he wanted to sink in and mark her lovely cheeks against all others. Jayce reached behind and gently pried her globes apart.

  “Relax against my chest, honey.” Jayce nipped a sensitive spot underneath her ear. She was drifting in and out of sleep allowing Bren to move another finger inside her. “You know what we want, right? You know why he has to do this, don’t you?”

  “I’m not sure about it,” she yawned, distractedly. “You tricked me with the orgasms,” she couldn’t open her eyes.

  “Maybe a little,” he smirked. He and Bren had planned the sneak attack of her heart-shaped ass. It was a major turn on to see Bren hand fucking her backside. He couldn’t wait to take her there or watch as Bren slipped in and out of her. He stiffened at the thought, as he was growing hard inside her, once again. “This is my hundredth hard on since I awoke.”

  “At least you came.” Bren stared darkly at Tatum. His canines were hanging over his bottom lip, and his beast flickered in and out. “My palms are chaffing, and I’m a horny, rabid beast around her.” He knew Tatum had fallen into a deep sleep, or he wouldn’t have spoken candidly. “She has to accept me, because I can’t jerk off one more time,” he closed his eyes at the feel of her anus, so relaxed, so giving…so entering three fingers. She bucked and gasped out of her sleep. “Settle down, Tatum. You have to take me,” his voice was guttural, not his own.

  Jayce gave him a warning stare as he turned Tatum to face him. She was sleep dazed and confused.

  “It hurts,” she licked her lips.

  “Hurts or burns and pinches?” Jayce soothed his thumb against her jugular.

  “I don’t know what to think,” she hedged. “I guess its pressure and burning.” No one was supposed to like that. Sure, she wasn’t stupid. Many enjoyed anal sex and having two men around, well, the two and two quickly added in her head. “You’re going to….” She tensed to bolt.

  Jayce stilled her and possessively took her mouth. He persuaded, lingered, ran his tongue over her teeth, and circled the hard tip of his cock against her g-spot. She couldn’t fight it; she was just over thinking the sensations. She shuddered, clawed, and damn it all, bit his shoulder. His eyes rolled on that one. Bites from his mate, a true act of sexual werewolf aggression, signaled that she was coming along nicely. Once again, he clenched his teeth and splashed her womb, nearly forgetting to confuse her memory about the condom usage. She held his stare; he loved that, before she fluttered her lids to deep sleep.

  As a mate, Bren
knew Tatum would be able to take their size in her virgin back hole without a problem. They were simply getting her used to the feeling of intrusion, vulnerability, and slight, bite of pain. Other than her misgivings, they were good to go. The thought of dominating his mate in this way, showing her his true feelings of love and possession, went straight to his pleading cock. “Get out of her,” he said with one last scissor of his three fingers. “Get her on the bed, or else.”

  “You’re lucky she just drifted back to sleep, or you would have scared the hell out of her with your voice alone. Settle the wolf, Bren.” Jayce brought her from the half-drained tub as Bren placed a towel over her tranquil body.

  “You wore her out,” he seethed.

  “What took you so long getting back up here?” Jayce carried her to the bed. He took the extra towel from his neck to dry her. Carefully trying not to disturb her, he toweled her top to bottom, lingering over her swollen folds. With delicate precision, he studied the most private part of her body. Unabashedly growing hard, once again, “She’s unbelievable,” he ground out.