by Jane Jamison
He put his mouth to her cunt and pressed his tongue to her hard nub. She moaned, and her juices flowed into his mouth and onto his face. Her sounds of ecstasy grew louder the harder he stroked, licked, and bit her.
Rubbing her stomach, he could see her grasp one breast and torture her nipple. If he had two heads, he would’ve sucked on her tit as he devoured her pussy. He couldn’t wait until he could watch Rosh and Walker as they took her from the front and the back.
She held on to the headboard and tipped her head forward to watch. She couldn’t see the smile on his face, but he was sure she could see the happy glint in his eyes. She rocked her bottom, encouraging him to sink his tongue into her pussy. Finding the crease between her ass cheeks, he fingered her dark hole, teasing her from both sides.
Her cry broke free from her as her orgasm ripped away. Warm, sweet nectar flooded into his mouth, and he sucked long and hard, taking in every drop he could get. Tremors racked her as she turned loose the headboard and slid down his chest, drawing a line of her cream along his skin.
She put her forehead to his. Her eyes were clouded with lust.
“We’re not finished.”
She let out a long breath. “We’re not?”
As if she doesn’t know.
Instead of telling her, he picked her up and sat her down on his crotch. His cock shoved at her pussy, but he’d hold back until he could see her face as he slid into her. She yelped at his quick move and dug her fingernails into his chest.
“Renkon.” She’d spoken his name and followed it with a whimper.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. Nothing could stop him now except her flat refusal. But he sensed she couldn’t have denied him any more than he could’ve walked away from her.
Lifting her, he positioned his cock and slid into her pussy. She cried out again as he let out a breath and groaned.
He’d expected her to be tight, but she was so much tighter than he could’ve imagined. Her pussy walls closed around his cock, and if she hadn’t already claimed his heart, she would’ve done so then. He closed his eyes, letting the sensation of going deep inside her fill his body, his mind, and his spirit.
She pressed her breasts between her arms as she rocked. Her movement was slow at first as though she were relishing the buildup as much as he was. Picking up speed, she started rotating her hips so that she moved in a circle as well as forward and back.
His gaze was glued on her breasts as she shifted again, changing the circular motion into short, quick bounces. Her breasts jiggled enticingly, and he lifted up to catch one between his teeth. Catching her nipple, he bit down with enough pressure to give her delicious pain without causing her harm.
She rode him, bucking with his thrusts even as she ground against him to drive his cock as far as it would go. He plundered her butt cheeks, envisioning his cousin thrusting into her ass as he rammed into her pussy.
Her hair flowed around her shoulders, giving her a dark halo that made her rapturous expression both tender and erotic. Her belly quivered with their lovemaking, and, before he knew it, he was picturing her stomach even larger, filled with a child of their own.
He couldn’t hold on much longer. She was too good, too tight, too amazing. Driven to the edge, he held back as long as he could then stiffened with one last attempt to keep from coming.
She tugged on his hair and brought his mouth to hers. Her kiss was rough, her grip on his hair painful, but it didn’t matter. Keeping the kiss going, they shouted their releases together.
He fell back onto the pillow and brought her down with him. Enclosing her in his arms, he vowed that he would love her for the rest of his life.
* * * *
Rosh and Walker sat outside the cabin, staring at the front door. They’d never had a close relationship even though they’d gone hunting and on runs together. But since Shay had come into their lives, their attitude toward each other had changed for the better.
He wasn’t sure why he’d had a difficult time accepting Walker. Charlton had once said that they were too much alike. The guy was stubborn, cocky, and irritating. But he was also loyal, strong, and ready to help whenever it was needed. All good and bad qualities that he recognized in himself.
Since the day Walker had helped them—helped Shay—at the pond, Rosh had started reconsidering his opinion. He could do worse than Shay choosing him as her third mate.
Rosh could feel Walker’s nervous energy. “Are you sensing that? He’s awake.”
“Yeah.”
He let a couple of minutes of silence pass between them. “He’s taking her.”
“Yeah.”
“Without us.”
“Yeah.”
From his peripheral vision, he saw Walker shoot him a scornful look. “I know.”
“Yeah. You should.”
He’d taken her, too, but that didn’t make him feel any better. Instead of sitting on a large stump next to Walker, he wanted to join Renkon and their future mate.
“No.”
Hell and damnation. “No what?”
“No. Let them have this time without us.”
“You’re mighty generous. Considering.”
“Yeah.”
Rosh ground his teeth and tried to keep his butt glued to the stump. Other people walked around them, some of them casting them knowing glances and others preferring not to press their luck with Rosh in a bad mood.
“I think we should invite her to the Pledging Ceremony tonight.”
Sometimes Walker came up with a good idea. “Okay.”
“We might as well get her thinking about it.”
“Okay.”
“So are we good now? If she wants us both?”
He hesitated, keeping the smugness he felt from showing. No use in letting him feel too secure. “Yeah.”
Walker shifted in his seat. If he started to head toward the cabin, Rosh intended to stay right by his side.
“Then it’s settled.”
“The Pledging Ceremony.”
“We’ll have to clear it with The Council.”
He’d forgotten about that, but he doubted they’d refuse. After all, without her Renkon might not have pulled through. “I’ll talk to Charlton.”
“Good.”
Rosh nodded once then stood. Walker hopped up beside him. Without another word, they separated, each going a different way.
* * * *
“Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here?” Shay checked the faces of those attending the ceremony. Not a few of them had given her skeptical glances. She wasn’t sure why, but it made her uncomfortable.
“I told you it’s fine. The Council cleared it. They’re a little leery because you’re not one of us, but after the way you stuck beside Renkon, they’re making an exception.” Rosh placed his hand on the small of her back.
“Yet.”
She whipped her attention to Walker. “Yet?”
Rosh pulled her close with Renkon coming to her other side and Walker shoulder to shoulder with Rosh. “You know how we feel about you. And we know how you feel about Renkon. You care about me, too, right?”
Walker snarled. “And me?”
Rosh snarled back but didn’t take it any further. They’d always share a little push and shove, but they’d have each other’s backs, too.
She couldn’t deny it. After what had happened to Renkon, she’d realized how much they’d come to mean to her. But did that mean she wanted to pledge her love to them in front of the others?
Not that she could deny the urge to do so. The area they’d chosen for the Pledging Ceremony was under an ancient tree. Its trunk was as wide as an eighteen wheeler and its thick branches spread outward, forming an awning that provided enough cover for all members of The Hidden. Flowers blew in the breeze and soft green grass tickled the bottoms of her feet. As was their custom, they’d come without shoes. Birds provided the music as a young woman and three men stepped forward to stand in front of Charlton. The woman’s red hair flowed t
o the swell of her buttocks with flowers sewn into long braids. The men, all tall and powerful looking, had golden hair that touched the tips of their shoulders. Charlton’s long blue robe flowed around him as he pressed his palms together and bowed to the crowd.
“That’s Bisna and the Heller brothers.”
Rosh’s whisper warmed her ear. She wrapped her arm around Renkon. Since Renkon’s recovery, she’d felt closer to the men, even having a dream in which they caressed her body and spoke words of endearment to her. Then, in the next dream, they’d taken her like wild men. She loved both dreams.
But one thing had marred her thoughts. They were werewolves. She’d seen Renkon and Rosh in their wolf forms, and although Renkon hadn’t harmed her, she still shook whenever she remembered the fierceness in his eyes.
Could she really love three men who might one day turn on her, hurting and perhaps even killing her? Could she leave her life behind and live in The Hidden? They’d told her that they could live on The Outside, but how would that work? Would they end up resenting her for making them leave?
“Bisna, do you pledge to honor the men you’ve chosen? Will you lie with them at night, keeping their bodies warm and their hearts filled with your love? Will you treasure them as they vow to treasure you? Will you give them a life complete with pleasure and happiness? Will you keep them safe as they will keep you free from harm?”
All eyes shifted from Charlton to Bisna. She tugged on the sleeves of her dress and let it fall to the ground. “I pledge to do these things and more.”
Charlton faced the Heller brothers. “Do you, Heath, Harmon, and Hilo, pledge to honor the woman who has chosen you? Will you give her your bodies each night, keeping her warm and her heart filled with your love? Will you treasure her as she vows to treasure you? Will you give her a life complete with pleasure and happiness? Will you keep her safe as she will keep you free from harm?”
Together, the men undid their cream-colored slacks and dropped them to the ground. “I pledge to do these things and more,” echoed the three brothers.
Would she ever get used to the nudity in The Hidden? Most of the crowd was naked while a few of them wore clothes, probably in deference to her. Rosh had explained that the people being mated always donned clothes so that they could ceremoniously drop them, revealing their true selves to their mates.
She looked around. At least the children weren’t in attendance. Although she understood that they’d grown up unashamed of their bodies and were used to everyone living unencumbered by clothing, she was still uncomfortable with it. Who knew she, Shay Mathews, a free-spirited and fun-loving girl, could be so uptight?
Charlton raised his hands over the foursome. “People of The Hidden, do you accept this union? Do you pledge to honor them as they live and grow together?”
A chorus of “We do” echoed around her.
Rosh, Walker, and Renkon turned to her at the same time and repeated the words. “We do.”
Shay ducked her head, unable to respond. She had no doubt that they meant what they’d said. She had, in fact, felt a rush of love from each of them that blanketed her with a sense of belonging, with comfort mixed with an incredible flood of raw, primal desire. Her body trembled at the onslaught of emotions tumbling through her.
They were offering her a lifetime of love and devotion. She’d spent her adult life in casual relationships, never believing that she’d find the kind of relationship she’d only dreamed about. Even more amazing, she couldn’t believe that she’d found it with not one but three men.
She was almost afraid to believe her luck, yet at the same time, she wasn’t going to miss the chance to grab hold and hang on for dear life.
Rosh gripped her hand and pulled her along with him as everyone walked out of the trees and back to the camp. Women hurried ahead to tend to the food as a group of men rounded up instruments and formed a band. The music lifted to the sky as the sun set behind the trees.
Walker led her to a chair then pulled his chair next to her as did Renkon and Rosh. They sat together in comfortable silence, taking in the festivities. Bisna and her men came into the clearing a short while later, and the crowd clapped and cheered their arrival.
Shay studied the young woman, saw the expression of pure bliss on her face, and knew she wanted to feel that way, too. Standing, she turned to the men and took a deep breath. “I’m going to lie down now. If any of you would like to come along, I’d like that very much.”
She turned on her heel, refusing to look back. But she needn’t have worried. The sounds of the footsteps followed her.
* * * *
Shay stood on top of the bed of blankets and waited until Rosh, Renkon, and Walker came inside. She needed to tell them what she was feeling, wanted them to know how much they’d come to mean to her, but she couldn’t find the words. Instead, she’d show them by having a Pledging Ceremony of her own, one where she’d give her heart as well as her body.
She pushed the bodice of her dress down and shimmied it to the floor. Their hot gazes watched it fall then jerked back up her body, each of them pausing at her dark curls then at her breasts. Her hands covered her breasts, and she tweaked her nipples. Were they already growing hard for her? She licked her lips and found that they were.
Understanding that she wanted to keep silent, they loosened the ties on their pants and pushed them to the floor. Each cock was as huge as the next. Rosh’s was curved at the end, promising to hit her sweet spot, while Renkon’s was thicker and shorter, like a flesh-and-blood tree trunk. Walker’s was longer than the other men’s, and the tip of his bulbous cap oozed with pre-cum.
She could already imagine the way their mouths, their tongues, and their hands would feel on her body. Rosh would lick her slit and push his tongue against her clit while Renkon fingered her ass and prepared her for his thrusts. Walker would stroke himself until she demanded that he fuck her mouth.
She lowered herself to the bed and spread her hair in a fan. Reaching out her arms, she offered herself to her men.
Renkon fell to his knees and pushed her legs apart. Walker and Rosh split apart, each coming to her side.
Walker bent over her, cupped her breast, and brought her nipple to his mouth. His tongue whipped around her nipple, and she gripped his arm, squeezing it to let him know how much she enjoyed what he was doing.
She reached out for Rosh and brought him to her other nipple. He bit down, giving her the edge of his teeth. Working his jaws back and forth, he gave her a delightful mix of pain and pleasure. Walker laved her other nipple with attention and took his cock in his hand.
“Stroke your cocks. I want to see the three of you pumping your dicks.”
They took their cocks in their hands and started running their hands along their lengths. Walker worked his faster and kept his mouth and his other hand on her breast. Rosh sat back on his heels to work his while he pinched her nipple between his fingers. Renkon played with her curls as he first licked his hand then started masturbating.
They did as she commanded, but she knew they were taking her as though she belonged to them. She inhaled as she realized that she was indeed theirs. But admitting it to herself was different than admitting it to them. No matter how she tried, how close she came to telling them, as when she’d told Renkon that she cared for him, she couldn’t force the word love out. Showing them was much easier.
She trailed her fingers through Walker’s hair and arched her back. Spreading her legs, she silently gave Renkon permission with a lift of her eyebrows to stop pleasing himself and to find out how wet she already was.
He eased her legs farther apart then slid his finger into her seam. “I can smell your juices. You’re so wet, so hot.”
Rosh picked up speed, pumping his cock harder as he fondled her tit and watched his cousin bring his tongue to her folds. She gripped Walker’s hair tighter, needing someone to cling to as Renkon lightly touched her clit. She jerked and widened her legs more.
Walker pulled her nipple i
nto his mouth then let it go with a satisfying pop. She smiled and lifted her arms above her head. She would lie back and let them please her. Wasn’t that every woman’s fantasy? Not that she would ever deny them their pleasure, but she wanted hers first.
Greedy little bitch, aren’t you? Yes. Yes, I am.
Walker moved lower, giving her feathered kisses down her stomach until he found her belly button. She’d never thought of that as an erogenous part of her body, but the way Walker attacked it with his tongue proved her wrong.
Renkon pressed his mouth to her pussy and flattened his tongue against her clit. He slipped two fingers into her pussy, and she clamped around him as surely as if she’d taken his hand and squeezed it with her own. Her pussy fluttered at his touch as he sought out her G-spot.
“Shay.”
She turned her head to Rosh and accepted his offer of his cock. Drawing it inside her mouth, she circled the end, drinking off his pre-cum. He fell over her, placing his crotch right above her head and his hands flat on the floor on the other side of her. She skimmed her fingers along his ripped stomach and drew his dick deeper into her mouth.
“Make her come, Renkon. If you can’t, then move over and I’ll do it for you.”
The musky scent of Rosh filled her nostrils as she fondled his balls, earning a groan from him. His balls were heavy against her palm, and she could feel them draw up. He wouldn’t last much longer, and she couldn’t wait to taste his seed.
Renkon added a third finger to her pussy and increased the pressure on her clit. He grabbed her legs as though he could pull her closer than she already was and drove his fingers into her. His mouth was insistent, demanding that she come.
She mewled, letting the sound flow over Rosh’s cock. Walker pushed his cock against her waist and rubbed his pre-cum onto her skin.
“Move, Renkon.”
She could feel the sound of Rosh’s voice roll through his gut to come out in a guttural tone. His muscles tensed and he thrust his cock toward the back of her throat.
