by Em Ashcroft
Trinity continued to watch the man who, she knew, had intended to kill both her breedmates so she had nothing to return for. From the moment he’d said he would dump Nathan, she’d known what he was planning to do. In his human form, Nathan was as vulnerable as any male, and Driscoll must have known Vaughn would come for his breed partner. He’d lured them into a trap.
She faced the body. Parts of him still moved, but that was nothing more than the reaction to trauma. He was dead. She spoke to him anyway. “You’re not my father. You have never been my father. Your wife had my father murdered, and you stood by and let it happen.”
Turning her back, she walked away from her past and toward her future.
Chapter Ten
Trinity twitched the gauzy overskirt of her floor-length wedding gown as Nathan helped her out of the car. He winked at her. “Pretty neat, huh?”
They’d sneaked out of the wedding reception early and gotten home without anybody following them or making a fuss. They’d done the first dance as a married trio. The men took turns with her instead of trying for an awkward three-way hug. Then Vaughn had slipped away to the men’s room while Trinity chatted to the guests and Nathan guided her slowly out.
She’d showed off her breed bands. They could come through as any color. Hers were black, a gleaming inch-wide band clasping her wrist, part of her now forever.
Vaughn closed the car door. Immaculate in a form-fitting tux, he’d nevertheless ditched his bow tie the first chance he’d had, which was just after the inevitable speeches.
“It was a great wedding.” Trinity gave a happy sigh. “But I’m glad it’s over.”
“It was fun,” Nathan agreed, glancing at the plain gold band on the third finger of his left hand. “But the best part is not having to hide from the people of Goldclaw anymore. Fucking in a closet is fun the first two or three times. Then it starts to get tedious.”
Vaughn huffed a laugh. “And with three of us, a tad bit crowded, I imagine.” He came around the car to join the other two. To Trinity’s relief, they didn’t offer to carry her over the threshold. That might have been tricky. Really, she hadn’t imagined how three people managed wedding traditions before. The answer was they handled it just fine.
She had four rings, two gold bands with two engagement rings—a classic diamond solitaire from Nathan and a gorgeous square emerald from Vaughn. She’d have to get used to wearing them. Trinity didn’t usually bother with jewelry since she had to ditch it all when she went into the OR. Now she had the rings, and a selection of exquisite, but unshowy, pieces the men had bought her since the day they had become officially engaged a month ago. A month before that, they’d gone public, and Trinity had gotten used to people congratulating her. That had happened the week after they’d arrived home from the airfield where her—where Driscoll had died.
Now she was Trinity Forrest-Goldclaw-Blackfur. That was a fuck of a mouthful but so worth it.
“It’s good to be home,” she said as they entered the peaceful living room.
“Glad you think so,” Vaughn said. His hands went to the small tiara fastening her short wedding veil. He unfastened the pins, dropping them on a nearby table, and lifted the circlet from her head. “Nice diamonds,” he remarked, laying the tiara down.
“They’re real?” she squeaked. “They’re fucking real?”
Nathan laughed, a full, rolling sound that filled the space. “My mother wore it on her wedding day. Didn’t you realize when she told you how gorgeous you looked in her tiara?”
Numbly, Trinity shook her head. Maybe the other jewelry the men had bought her was real, too. She’d have to be more careful with it.
“C’mon,” Vaughn said. Catching her hand, he drew her toward the stairs. Because of the upcoming wedding, Trinity had moved out a few days before, insisting on that part of tradition, at least. Her small apartment was cramped now that she’d gotten used to the spacious house Nathan had insisted on sharing with his breedmates. But it reminded her of what she was leaving behind.
At the bottom of the stairway, Vaughn swung her up into his arms, ignoring her squeak of dismay. Her wedding gown was a simple sheath, showing off her slender figure. It had a gauzy coat over the top, which had a high collar but plunged down to her waist in front. Renata had helped her choose it then sent it to her personal dressmaker to have it altered to skim her figure perfectly.
As if he knew, Vaughn growled, “You’ve been driving me crazy in this gown all day. Now I want you out of it.”
“Don’t rip it. I want to keep it forever.” She wasn’t usually so sentimental, but she loved this gown.
Vaughn gave her a swift kiss. “It’s your day, sweetheart. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He told her at least once a day since she’d admitted her love for him just before he’d proposed to her. She hadn’t realized the strain he’d been under not till right that moment, when he’d told her he didn’t know if muscling in on what she had with Nathan was right. That had been so sweet. Nobody knowing the big, rough Vaughn would have believed it, but his sensitivity outweighed the big, tough exterior. She loved everything about him, the same as she loved Nathan. Having two men so different from each other love her was nothing but a blessing.
Nathan climbed the stairs before them, leading the way to Vaughn’s room. That was next to Nathan’s, a bit bigger but with the same glorious view over the fields. The brown décor wasn’t exactly to Trinity’s taste, but it was warm and soothing. With the fall swiftly spiraling into winter, warm was good.
Nathan opened the door as Vaughn gently put her on her feet. Trinity gaped. This wasn’t the room she was expecting.
In the few days she’d been away, the room had been remodeled. They’d knocked the two rooms into one and completely redecorated. Now it had a color scheme of cool greens with a touch of lavender and gray-blue, tones that went with the view perfectly. A big bed with three banks of pillows at its head met her gaze as Nathan crossed the room and pulled down the covers.
“This is our room. We saved a bit of my old room for a new bathroom, and on the other side, we’ve got a big dressing room for all three of us.” He grinned. “You’ll have to start filling it, baby. It’s looking a little bare right now.”
She stared around, totally astonished. “I was only away three days…”
“We had help.” Vaughn laughed. “We needed it.”
She could only imagine. The room was immaculate, and she’d bet the bathroom and dressing room were the same.
“Talking of bare…” Vaughn pulled down the hidden zipper at the back of her dress. “I was terrified that all these little buttons were real, but I felt the zipper when we were dancing. Talk about relief!”
Trinity laughed, imagining her men fighting over the line of little buttons running down the back of her gown. Renata had suggested the zipper, and she’d been right. Nobody would wear a gown with so many buttons more than once. But she could see herself wearing this again, although the event would have to be very grand indeed.
Or she could just swish around in it at home. That would work, too.
Vaughn ran his finger down the knobs of her spine. “Silk underwear,” he said appreciatively. “Nathan, come get a look at this.”
With an amused glance at Trinity, Nathan did as Vaughn bade him. He gave a long, low whistle. “Sexy.” Coming around to her front, he gazed down at her, his amber eyes soft with love. “You’re everything to me.” He lifted her chin with one finger and kissed her. Trinity went up on tiptoe to meet his kiss while Vaughn slid her gown down her body, making the action a sensual caress.
“The minute I told you I loved you I was done,” he said. “I knew what I wanted and what I had to do. I owe you so much.” He kissed his way down her spine. “Here’s where I start paying you back.”
She sighed and melted under his touch as he kissed his way up her spine. He slid her clothes away as he went until she was standing naked between two fully dressed men. She was thei
rs, completely, but since Nathan hadn’t stopped kissing her, she couldn’t say it aloud.
It didn’t matter. They knew what she was thinking if she let them. After her years spent studying and living with shape-shifters, Trinity knew how to use and control telepathy, but this was at another level. She felt what they were thinking. She knew when they were unhappy or, as now, intensely aroused. Their arousal fed into hers, and she cycled it back.
The fever driving them pushed them higher. Nathan’s kisses grew more frantic, and Vaughn worked his way up her back, interspersing his kisses with nips and low growls against her skin. She loved them both so much. While she had known Nathan for some time, she adored Vaughn for his decency, his courage. And the way he used his body to give her the best sex.
Having both men doing that astonished and amazed her every day. That they wanted her amazed her, too. They had chosen her, and the only thing she could do was choose them right back.
Nathan stood before her, his jacket and tie gone but his shirt and pants still firmly fastened. Well, that was about to change. She groped for his chest, spread her hand over his heart, and slid over to the line of buttons in the middle. She undid the first one. Her soul relaxed and eased when she touched bare skin.
Pulling away, Nathan helped her by simply pulling at his shirt until the buttons popped off. Some stayed in place, and others didn’t, but neither cared. Pausing only to tug the gold cuff links off, he dragged the shirt off and away. He left her with a delectable expanse of hot male flesh to explore.
His gaze passed over her, her tightly erect nipples and the newly waxed pussy. “Fuck, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. All mine.”
Vaughn’s hands came around her to cup her breasts and tweak the tips. “And mine.” He nibbled and sucked at her neck, licking the spots he’d learned were sensitive.
She sighed and tipped back her head, leaning against his shoulder. Somehow he’d gotten rid of his own shirt, and now she had the softly furred chest to explore when she tired of Nathan’s. Or both at the same time. They were hers. The intoxicating knowledge sent her up even more.
The men groaned in response as her desire fed into theirs.
“If I don’t get inside you soon, I’m gonna die. I swear it,” Vaughn muttered against her skin, his breath tickling and sensitizing her.
“Time to test the new bed,” Nathan murmured. Holding her hands, he drew her toward the new bed. Pausing by the side, he pulled back the covers, revealing crisp, white sheets.
“The housekeeper came in,” she commented. She would never stop kidding the guys about the time before the housekeeper resumed work. Wanting to spoil her, they changed the sheets but put a large white tablecloth on as the base. That story had kept her going for weeks.
But the smooth expanse of fine-weave Egyptian cotton was no tablecloth. However, Nathan flung a towel down before he glanced back at her, an indication that things were about to get messy.
It looked as inviting as hell. Even more when Nathan shed the rest of his clothes and lay on it.
“Climb aboard,” he said, holding out his arms.
She didn’t need a second invitation. Vaughn’s eyes burned into her back as she knelt over him, opening her legs slowly to give him a complete view of her pussy. She rejoiced when Nathan groaned low and reached for her.
“Get here, woman. We are so doing this.”
“No.” Hovering over him, she shook her head. When he tried to pull her down, she resisted.
Swallowing, he asked, “What’s wrong, baby?”
“Nothing. But I want our first married act of love to be all three of us. At the same time.”
His expression relaxed. “Yes. That sounds right. Okay then, the three of us. Husbands and wife.”
That sounded so fucking good.
Rustling heralded Vaughn’s undressing, and then the drawer to the bedside cabinet slid open. Vaughn dipped inside, finding protection and lube. They’d already agreed they’d start a family in their own time, but they wanted to enjoy each other first and settle into their new life.
A vacation on a tropical island came next, but this room, and the knowledge that they’d worked so hard for her, filled her with deep joy. Now they all got to enjoy it.
The rustling of foil and the snap of a cap told her Vaughn was ready. She glanced to the side and watched him climb on the bed behind her.
She wanted everything. To suck and be sucked, to fuck and be fucked. Perhaps that should have been part of the oath they’d taken earlier today.
Wetness landed on her when Vaughn touched her with heavily lubricated fingers. He eased inside her, and she sighed, dipping her back so she could push her ass up at him. He groaned and used his other hand to dip a finger briefly into her ass.
“It’s all beautiful. I want everything. And I’ll take it, too.” The last was a low growl. “Go down on to him, honey,” Vaughn said, his voice shaking. “I’ll join you there.”
She wanted more of that glorious massage, but she wanted Nathan, too.
She did as Vaughn told her. She spread her knees, using her hands for balance as, gazing into Nathan’s eyes, she sank down until the tip of his cock touched her cunt. His chest heaved as his breathing deepened.
Vaughn didn’t waste any time. He slid down, straddling Nathan’s legs and her calves, nestling his cock in the same place, at the entrance to her cunt. “Wait.” He smeared on more lube. “Let’s do this.”
Slowly, as she braced her body against them, the two men entered her. This was the first time they’d done this since they’d bonded. Doing it then had scared Vaughn out of his mind, worried that he’d hurt her, and his lavish use of lube now was testimony to that. Thank God he’d changed his mind because she’d loved it, and she wouldn’t leave it behind. She wanted everything from her husbands. She was going to be a very demanding wife.
And she’d make sure they loved it, too.
Slowly, steadily, they filled her, their big cocks stretching her cunt to impossibility. “Oh, that feels so fucking good.”
At her moan of pleasure, they increased their efforts and slid deeper still. Trinity almost lost her mind when they were fully embedded, their balls caressing her flesh, their bodies forming the outer sandwich with her in the middle.
She lost it completely when they moved.
Once they’d eased the way in a series of shallow jabs aimed at widening and ensuring their progress, they fucked her properly. First Vaughn withdrew, holding his cock near the entrance to her pussy, and then, as he pushed in, Nathan pulled out. They coordinated their efforts, one in, the other out, and once they had the rhythm, they went to town on her.
Keeping his pace, pushing hard inside her with every stroke, Nathan leaned up and claimed a nipple. He sucked it hard, nipping it when he pushed in, groaning around it to send vibrations around her body. Vaughn licked and touched then circled her ass with one finger, stimulating the sensitive flesh, making her cry out in delight. He inserted the tip of his finger and rotated it as he shoved his cock hard into her cunt. Nathan gripped her shoulders, helping Trinity to push down against the twin cocks pistoning inside her, while Vaughn drove her crazy with need. He stroked her back, top of the spine to the base, and fucked her relentlessly.
Trinity responded in the first half-dozen thrusts. She cried out, wordless sounds of surrender as her orgasm swept over her. It took her under, showing her a world of beauty and wonder.
Her men kept her up there, never letting up. No sooner had Vaughn left than Nathan arrived, jamming his cock into her, nuzzling her breasts, and generally driving her insane.
She couldn’t stop coming now, hurtled from peak to peak without hitting the ground, soaring free as her orgasm went on and on. Her cunt clenched and pulsed in helpless ecstasy. Sense left her, and she became only feeling, every part of her responding to the ruthless fucking.
She had no idea how long it lasted. But Nathan jerked back against the pillows and yelled her name as he filled her with his cum.
/> Vaughn shot next, the throbbing of both cocks sending Trinity into another peak of joy. Her arms trembled with effort, and she fell.
Nathan caught her, easing her to one side. Vaughn landed on the other side, laughing and groaning, before he grabbed her shoulders and kissed her. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, a reflection of what he’d done with her cunt.
“Oh fuck, baby, I love you.” Nathan stroked her back, his fingers circling where Vaughn must have left marks when he kissed, nipped, and sucked her.
“I love you, too,” Vaughn said when he finally released her. “So much I can’t say it enough.”
“I love you both, so much.” Rolling onto her back, Trinity gave her hands to the men, one each. That was the way life would be from now on. How did other wives handle being married to two smart, handsome men who, by the way, could change into breathtakingly beautiful animals?
She was about to find out.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Em is everywhere. She may be watching you right now!
Em Ashcroft is a woman with a myriad of lovers and a ton of stories to tell. She is waited on hand and foot by her assistants. She lives on chocolate and champagne, flies first class all over the world, and dresses only from the best designers—when she dresses at all!
Em is creativity personified. She loves history, art, and naughty, naughty sex. Sinful, beautiful, and irresistible, she is everything she wants to be.
Em has this thing about history. She spends a lot of time visiting old houses and old cities and taking a bunch of photos. She uses all these in her books and can’t stop researching. It’s an addiction, but not one that she regrets. She also loves travel, but she does that as much in her head as she does for real.
Then she gets up from her desk and she becomes someone else entirely.
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