"She's my mate. At least I think she is."
Freya sat up in the bed, a scowl marring her delicate features. "You think? That doesn't inspire much confidence in me, especially when you were ready to mark me for life."
"You, my little wolf, should keep quiet. In one day you've managed to take hold of my two best men, yet you fight me at every turn."
"I don't know what your intentions are. Vincent isn't even sure if I'm his mate. The only male I've trusted to date is Darius, but he's a human." Her voice sounded pained, a mix of unfulfilled desire and confusion.
Gideon sat on the side of the bed. He wasn't surprised when she shrunk away from him, taking the blanket with her. "Freya, I haven't told you this because I was hoping it wasn't true—but you should know. My lion has been begging me to mark you. You're mine. "
"Your mate? Why you filthy lion! Is this how you treat a woman fated to you?"
"I've already apologized for yesterday. Did I not tell you we'd talk today? I want to help you, Freya, even if you choose not to be with me."
She had no retort for him. After glancing in Vincent's direction, her nervous energy grew. "If I'm your mate, then he must be using me." She nodded in the cougar's direction.
Gideon took her hand in his, loving the softness of her skin. He kissed her knuckles as he inhaled her essence. "Vincent isn't using you, princess—"
"Don't," warned Vincent.
He loved his friend like a brother. For years he'd been a faithful employee and confident. Although Vincent preferred to keep his disability a secret, in this case, he needed to come clean. If there was any chance that he was also Freya's mate, Gideon wouldn't steal that opportunity from him. Messing with fate would be a foolish move for any shifter. If Gideon didn't share Freya with Vincent, there'd be another at some point. All females of royal blood were destined to mate multiple shifters to ensure maximum new blood into the races. If he had to choose, he'd pick the best man he knew.
"Vincent can't scent. He's no different than a human in that regard."
She narrowed her eyes and looked to the other man. "Is that true?"
Vincent raked a hand though his hair and knelt in front of her. "I'll understand if you don't want me. You deserve a full male, not a damaged one like me."
Her chuckle was unexpected, but sweet as nectar, dissipating the tension. "You're exactly what I need. A male guaranteed not to be using me for my blood."
Gideon felt for his friend. A shifter's senses were a vital part of their life. They helped recognize danger, lust in a woman, fear in the enemy, and most importantly—led you to your mate. Since Vincent's other abilities were heightened due to his disability, Gideon never questioned him when he claimed Freya was his. The challenge would be learning to share one woman—that's if she accepted Gideon at all.
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If she ever believed in fairy tales, her new reality just took the prize. How could she say 'no' when two of the hottest, most stubbornly irresistible shifters claimed she was theirs? They didn't even fight for the right to her hand. Gideon, the hot-headed lion, even vouched for the cougar. Knowing the bartender had such a devastating disability only endeared him to her. This all began to feel right. Maybe she'd get the same happily ever after rewarded to her sister, Carna. Although she'd never been with more than one man at a time, she knew it was inevitable. What would it feel like to have two virile, alpha males claim her body?
"No more running, Freya." The lion smelled all male, the muscles in his shoulders bunching as he leaned towards her. She wanted him to lose the bravado, become so aroused that he begged her to allow him to fuck her. But she wasn't sure she had that much will power, not after Vincent left her throbbing for more only minutes ago.
"Okay." She barely squeaked out the word, ready to submit to these two shifters, knowing it was a life-long decision. Gideon gently tugged the edge of the blanket and let it slip off her body to the floor. Her breathing increased as their hungry gazes drank their fill of her curves.
Vincent joined them at the bed, his buckle still loose. She licked her lips as she imagined them both naked, both giving her their undivided attention. Gideon tugged off his shirt and she had to bite her tongue not to gasp. He was muscle upon muscle of smooth, tanned flesh. There were similar tattooed bands around his arms as Vincent, a testament to his rich lion heritage. She both anticipated and feared what lay beneath their blue jeans. As she began to have her doubts about taking two men at once, Gideon lowered her to her back.
"Just relax, Freya. Let us take care of you."
Gideon spread her legs wide, and she had the overwhelming urge to close them. He held her open, his hot breath tickling her hypersensitive clit. As he planted strategic kisses along her inner thighs, Vincent moved in with a predator's grace. He palmed one breast and suckled the other. The multitude of sensations had her spiraling out of control. But she didn't need to maintain a level-head, not with the powerful lion between her legs. If her wolf escaped, she had no doubt Gideon and Vincent could keep it in line. Right now she wanted to be tamed.
"More," she growled, arching her hips up. Gideon continued to tease her inner thighs, occasionally lapping at her clit with his rough tongue, but never giving her what she needed. Her toes began to curl and heat crept up her body. The intensity became distracting and she writhed on the bed, as desperate for release as she was to savor the night forever.
"How hot is she, Gideon?" asked Vincent. His hands combed through her hair, just an added element of pleasure assaulting her.
"She's ready to be fucked, Vin. Should I let her come first?"
"Yes!" she screeched. The pulse in her cunt was brought out her feral side. Her fangs pierced her own tongue and her nails morphed into claws which she used to rake Gideon's shoulders. He growled when she drew blood, but never stopped toying with her pussy.
"Give it to her. I can't wait another minute." Vincent tweaked both her nipples as Gideon began to rhythmically suck her clit. He had mad skills and in no time the pressure was building. She let out tiny gasps as the fires grew hotter, stronger. Gods she needed to come!
"Gideon! Please!" Hadn't she wanted him to beg? It didn't matter now, not when he held the key to her release on the tip of his tongue.
A few moments later and the first spasm rocked her body. He clamped down over her pussy, absorbing the tremors as she cried out. The intensity was blinding, leaving her spent and throbbing. When she opened her eyes, barely able to focus on the here and now after being transported to another realm of pleasure, Vincent was fully undressed and stroking his cock. He was big and beautiful, the muscles in his stomach and groin creating a perfect 'v' leading to his erection.
It was the lion's rough tongue trailing up her body that stole her attention. "I can't wait to claim you, to taste you." His barbed tongue passed over her nipple, a mix of pleasure and pain. Gideon's eyes had gone feral, glowing like a cat's. "But first I need to be inside you." He lowered his weight over her body, holding himself up just enough so she could breathe easily. When he prodded her folds with the head of his cock, she held her breath, unsure if she could even take his size. She reached between them to feel him, unable to wrap her fingers around his girth.
"You're too big," she muttered between breaths.
"I was made to be inside you." He pulled back slightly and inserted two fingers into her heat. "You're nice and wet for us. Not too worry, little wolf." He replaced his fingers with his cock and held her hips as he pressed into her tight opening. Inch by inch he worked himself into her body, stretching her, filling her to the max. Once fully seated, she reveled in the fullness and gentle pressure on her cervix.
He looked her in the eyes; his fangs peeking out as he spoke. "You're mine now." As if to emphasize the statement he pulled out and thrust back in, holding her tight to his body. His muscled torso curved around her in a protective embrace. With his cock still deep inside her, he leaned down and kissed her lips. "Mine."
When she nodded, unable to deny the alpha, he sank those fangs into th
e side of her neck. She cried out, digging her nails into his shoulders as he simultaneously pumped his hips. The dual sensation was electrifying, filling her body with a swirling desire like she'd never experienced. The love bite, her first, connected them on an intimate level. She had no regrets now—she knew Gideon was meant to be her mate.
"Delicious." He licked his thick lips when he came up for air. It was done. She was now a marked woman. "Your turn."
Her turn? Not only did he get the opportunity to claim her, but she had to do the same to seal the deal. His neckline looked mighty tempting, and she didn't need to coax out her fangs. She already drooled with the need to taste his blood.
Freya tugged him lower and licked the flesh she planned to bite. Even his skin was an aphrodisiac, tempting her to take more. She raised her upper lip and sunk her teeth into the unmarked flesh. The metallic, salty taste of his blood pooled around her tongue after piercing his neck. She bit deep, wanting to leave a mark for all females to see as a warning to stay away from what was hers alone. For the first time in her life, she knew what if felt like to be a mated woman, and knew she'd kill if any threat tried to take away her most prized possessions.
****
Vincent had stood to the side, pumping his rigid cock as Gideon claimed the woman he knew was fated to him. He owed that much to his friend for being there for him when the rest of the shifter world turned their noses up at him due to his disability. Gideon never judged him, but entrusted him with every important matter regarding Club Frenzy. If the gods intended for both of them to mate with Freya, then he wouldn’t fight it. He could choose no better man if there had to be another.
Now Freya had been sated and her virgin neckline marked by the lion. He'd let Gideon take her first, so in his mind, they were even. It was his turn to savor the princess's body.
He nudged the other man with his shoulder, needing to be closer to their woman. She turned to him, her eyes glazed over. Vincent ran his fingertip along the tips of her needle sharp fangs.
"I can't sense your feelings, but I'll be able to taste you once I mark you," he said. He couldn’t wait to administer his love bite. Gideon had an advantage over him being able to recognize Freya's every mood and desire. He needed this connection with her.
"Then don't wait."
He didn't hesitate, but brushed her hair to the side revealing the unmarred side of her neck. Gideon continued to pump his cock in and out of Freya in a slow rhythm, but her arms were around Vincent's neck. He wished he could sense the arousal in the room, her desire for him, and the mating call…but this was the best he could hope for. Vincent licked his incisors as he eyed his prize. She tugged him closer, urging him on.
"Gods, don't wait any longer, Vincent. I need you both." As soon as she closed her eyes, he bit into her soft flesh. Her royal blood instantly came to life in his mouth, so rich and potent. He tasted the sweet fluid as it coursed down his throat and lit up his body, including his already stiff cock.
When he neared orgasm from the intensity, he pulled back, his breath coming out if harsh gasps. "Freya, what have you done to me?" He fell to his knees at the side of the bed, overwhelmed with all the new sensations bombarding him. In human equivalent, he'd lived his life blind and deaf, but now by some miracle, his proverbial eyes and ears were opened. The scent of sex, lust, and love swirled around him. Gideon's alpha aura, Freya's mating call, and their sudden concern were as clear as day.
Gideon separated from their woman and leaned over the bed, bracing Vincent's shoulder. "What is it, Vincent? What's happened to you?"
He smiled. "I believe you."
"Believe what?"
Vincent felt like celebrating. "You're genuinely concerned for me, not just asking." Gideon's expression remained neutral. "Don't you get it? Her blood's cured me. Somehow my senses have come to life."
They both turned to Freya, sprawled naked before them. "You did this?" asked Gideon. "How is that possible?"
She looked as surprised as they were. "I've always been taught that our blood had special properties, that royal females had unique gifts. I don't know too much about it, but my sisters do."
One thing for certain—now that he could sense, he was one hundred percent certain Freya was his mate. No more doubts. His cougar roared within him, seeming to know they were no longer damaged.
He growled, rising from the ground to his feet. Austin looked to Gideon, nodded without speaking, and they both converged on Freya. Gideon tossed the blanket to the ground and Vincent scooped up their mate and lowered her to the soft covering on the floor. The bed would not do, not with what they had planned for her body. Once Freya completed the bond, they'd claim her body together, sealing their ménage relationship.
"Take my blood, sweetheart. I can never repay what you've given me, but I promise to be everything you need for the rest of my life." He lowered himself over her body, supporting all his weight on his arms. She teased him, licking his neck and nipping on his earlobe. "Freya!" If she held off any longer, he'd come against her leg and not inside her body like he wanted to.
She bit down on the thick muscle at the side of his neck, nothing gentle about her actions. He reveled in the connection, the beautiful pain, and the symphony of new sensation.
Chapter Six
Vincent's blood had been delicious, but different from Gideon's. She savored the unique tastes of her mates, and became more comfortable with her decision to submit to them. When the cougar claimed to be free of his burden just from consuming her blood, she'd never felt so honored, so proud to be a royal. For the first time since she fled the palace she didn't curse her blood, but was thankful for its healing properties.
Gideon's big hand cupped her mound from the side making her jolt in awareness. "It's time, Freya." He dragged the overflow of moisture from her pussy back to her ass. When he began to coat the perimeter of her nether hole with the natural fluid, she tensed, knowing what they planned.
"I've never been with two men," she confided, feeling uniquely vulnerable. Yes, she wanted them to double fuck her, needed to feel the three of them connecting as one, but she still carried her doubts.
Gideon's hot breath against the shell of her ear made her pussy pulse with urgency. "We'll go nice and slow, my little wolf." He slipped a moist finger into her anus, barely able to penetrate her impossibly tight virgin opening. "Shhh. Relax, Freya, open up for me."
She tried her best, attempted to loosen her muscles and focus on the pleasure rather than the discomfort. It was Vincent who assisted her in relieving her growing tension. He kissed her, the taste of her blood still on his tongue. Male hands were everywhere—on her ass, her pussy, her breasts, in her hair. She was bombarded with new and erotic sensations, pulling her into a sinfully blissful realm of pleasure.
Gideon inserted two fingers, and she braced herself from the burn of her muscles stretching for the first time. These two men were immeasurably skilled in the art of love making and they'd only just begun. Vincent suckled her breast, his hands continuing to roam as Gideon scissored his fingers in her ass, increasing the pressure.
"This will be like having sex for the first time, Freya. I've never been in touch with my senses before." Vincent nipped her jaw, kissing, licking. He used one arm to bring her leg over his hip. Once facing each other, on their sides, he prodded her pussy with a cock so hard, she couldn't believe it was part of his anatomy. With her body so hot and throbbing, her inhibitions vanishing, she accepted his erection into her slick folds. The dual stimulation of Vin's dick forging its way inside her and the lion's fingers teasing her virgin hole, she counted on a fast and explosive orgasm.
But there was more to come. "Yes," she chanted as the cougar's cock filled her to the hilt. She savored the closeness, the bond, the ripped muscles of the man in front of her. Her fears were replaced with a depraved desire for anything these alphas could give her. The nastier, the better.
"Can you take both our cocks, Freya? Can your wolf handle being double fucked?"
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bsp; Could she handle it? Gideon was so well endowed and her ass was so very tight. Still, she wouldn’t say no, not at this point. Her curiosity was piqued and the lion's fingers in her ass ignited new fires so wanted to explore.
"Hurry, Gideon. I won't last." Vincent's words came out clipped as he thrust in and out of her cunt with stamina. His fingers and claws dug into the fleshy curve of her hip as he anchored himself to her body.
She gasped when the probing fingers gently exited her ass, replaced by the smooth, swollen head of Gideon's cock. Gods he'd never fit. "I'm—" She wanted to admit she was scared, unsure if she should go through with the dual mating, but feared appearing weak in front of her men.
"Don't be afraid, little one. You'll feel the pressure for a few moments, then I promise, you'll be begging for more."
They could sense her trepidation, and she trusted them not to hurt her. If Carna could do this, enjoy it even, then so would she.
Her body broke out in a sheen of sweat, a new pressure building inside her. The men made feral sounds, their masculine musky scent dominating the small room. She loved the feel of their moist skin pressed against hers, so much muscle and strength at her beck and call. Freya wanted to become saturated in their scent so she'd never forget this night. Gideon entered her, forging his way past her tight anal ring. Her wolf wanted to fight the invasion. It expelled its nervous energy by grinding against Vincent's cock. She sought his mouth and focused on his taste, feel, and lively tongue until her ass was fully breached.
"Good girl, Freya. Bear down on me. Breathe." Gideon kissed the back of her neck and shoulders, but never moved an inch once fully seated. She forced her ass to accept him, to relax as he demanded. He'd been right. Within minutes she forgot all about the initial pain and discomfort. She felt pleasantly full, a new itch begging to be scratched deep within.
"For the love of the gods, Gideon!" Vincent exclaimed. "I can barely move, I'm wedged in so tight."
"Wait until we work her." At that, the lion began a slow, languid thrust, which surprisingly didn't hurt. She was so stuffed full of cock she could barely breathe, nearly choking on the delicious fullness. Only a thin membrane separated the hard flesh of the two men, their dicks gliding past one another as they double teamed her.
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