by Gayle Riley
It was tight, that was for sure. Richard looked at me, noticing the slight discomfort.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked, slightly surprised by this.
I blushed, but then I nodded. “Yeah. Is that bad?” I asked.
“Not at all. Just surprised me considering how tight you were. Don’t worry, I’ll take it slow. But I think I’ll be the only one inside of you tonight. Unless you want to try another place,” he said with a bit of an excited glance.
I looked at him, understanding. “I have another idea,” I said with an impish glance.
“Good,” he said, that same sparkle in his eyes that seemed to warm my heart right there. He then moved his hands against my pussy, pressing two digits into there and letting his fingers slide in. I began to moan, aching for more as I started to feel his hands spread me out. Meanwhile, Spencer started to move his lips a bit firmer against there, and that was when I began to shiver, aching for more from both of them. They were so perfect in their movements, each of them using the exact sort of pressure to make me feel good, accommodating for the lack of experience.
That’s when I felt Richard press against a place inside of me that caused me to shriek, making my walls tighten and my body almost go limp. I don’t know what it was, but the throes of my climax completely overwhelmed me, making me shiver with anticipation, and in all honesty, I began to want more. I felt it completely overtake me, making me feel like I was the queen of the world, the excitement of it almost causing an urge within me to rise, a need for something more.
I felt him pull away, looking at me with a smile on his face. He then licked his fingers, an erotic sight that had my going once more. He then spread my legs, looking at me with a glance making sure that I wanted this.
“Yes,” I said.
He understood immediately. He took off his boxers, causing me to see his member. It was bigger than I imagined! I mean I knew he was big, but damn. However, he understood the slight worry in my eyes, grasping a bit of lube and coating his cock with it.
“Just to make it easier the first time,” he explained.
I nodded, feeling both excited for this, but also utterly nervous. He then spread my legs, looking deep into my eyes as he pressed against my entrance. He then pushed into me, and that’s when I felt it.
The pain of being split open was the only thing I could think about, and soon, I screamed out loud, feeling unsure of if I could take this or not. However, after the initial shock of it all, the pain slowly dissipated, leaving me breathless for but a moment. He then pushed himself further into me, causing me to shiver and cry out loud in anticipation and need. He pushed in and out of me without any second thoughts, the pain of it all slowly morphing into pleasure. I loved this, and I knew that he did as well.
It was then when I felt my hands move somewhere else. Spencer was right near me, and soon, I grasped his boxers, pulling them down to reveal his aching erection. It was slightly smaller than Richard’s but he certainly had quite the girth. I opened my mouth, tentatively licking the tip of it, causing the young man to let out a shudder of excitement and desire. I began to press my lips against it harder, sucking on the very tip of his cock, loving the sounds that Spencer made. I then pushed it further and further down my throat, moving in tandem with the motions that Richard made. I then felt Richard press in deeper and deeper, causing me to let out a series of cries against his cock. It was then when I felt it slip down my throat, causing me to almost gag on it. But I persisted, trying to quell the gag reflex in my body as I started to move my lips up and down against this. I loved this, way more than I imagined that I would.
For a long time, it was like this, until I felt Richard hit that spot again, causing me to scream against Spencer’s cock. He continued to do so, almost making sure he pounded that area with his hardened member. It was then when I tensed up, screamed out loud, lost my mind and that was when I felt the feeling come before me once more.
The passion of my climax, the need for him, all of this, completely overwhelmed me. I felt the cock in my mouth hit the back of my throat, making me gag slightly, but then, I felt Spencer stop. His cock throbbed once more against the roof of my mouth before I felt his release enter into there. It was a bit bitter, but it didn’t taste too terrible. I swallowed it, looking at him with dilated eyes. It was then when I felt that area get pushed against once more, my back arching and my eyes going white as I felt my orgasm seep through my body. Richard pushed as deep as he could into me, releasing himself into me. I loved the warmth of it, the feeling of this man claiming me as his, of both of them doing that, and soon, before I knew it, they pulled away, looking at me with smiles on their faces.
“Did you like that?” Spencer asked.
“Yeah. That was amazing. And something I want to try again,” I told them.
Richard moved in closer, giving me a kiss on the lips. “Well we certainly will. You’re our mate, someone we’ve fallen for, and someone we want to cherish and make sure is kept safe,” he told me with a grin on my face.
I felt the same way, giving him a smile as I looked into his eyes. “That makes two of us then,” I said.
I gave each of them a kiss, indulging in the warmth of it, loving the way the two of them felt against me. I knew that I wasn’t going to leave this place. I wanted to be with both of these shifters, two men that changed me for the better. I was ready to face whatever challenges would come along the way.
Fortunately, my editor was not pissed about my findings. They were disappointed, but they seemed to almost understand. I was able to work with them as a nature photographer still, doing more remote work here at the mansion. It was honestly the perfect job, and I still got paid enough to have fun in life and not rely on others.
Both of these men were perfect, simply and utterly perfect. I loved how they felt against me every single night as we cuddled together, the feelings that both of these men made me feel almost every single day. In a strange way, it was perfect, a perfect sort of situation. I knew that it was going to last, and that our relationship, the feelings we both shared, all of this, weren’t going to go away.
I did take time to learn more about the land they protected. As guardians, they seemed to have a lot of responsibilities. I did help them, since I was their mate and all. After a while, I did want to become a shifter as well, but I knew that would be something to look forward to in the future.
For now, I was happy. It was the first time I’ve ever truly felt happy. Sure, work was great and I enjoyed doing it, but when it came to relationships, this was a novelty for myself, something completely new and almost shocking in a way. I wanted to experience this way more, to feel these emotions and feelings as much as I could. That’s why I stayed, and it’s why I did what I did.
Spencer and Richard took care of me, and despite having a job and working for my own money, they still spoiled me. Which was fine, but I also did the same for him. It was the first time I had ever fallen for two people like this, and while it was strange, I didn’t mind the result of these actions, that’s for sure.
The forest stayed safe because of these two, the two guardian wolves that would protect this place. I was happy to have them in my life, to have these two here to not only protect the place itself, but also me as well. It was a happiness that I learned to love and enjoy, a happiness that seemed to almost change me, and I knew that it was something that I wouldn’t forget something I wouldn’t take for granted, and something that I would keep at the helm of my heart for a long time, no matter what would happen next and the stakes that would be raised.
THE END
Bonus 19 of 30
Mary’s Virgin
Description
Mary works as a writer for Fisch Media, a communications and media news company based in Manhattan, New York. The morning of her divorce changes her life forever. Her family doesn’t accept her, her ex-husband lingers around her neighborhood and her boss is always on her case much more adamantly than he is her co-workers. Having Chel
s as her best and only friend, Mary accepts her friend’s invitation to attend a speed dating event on Broadway.
Just when Mary seemed to become despondent about her love life, Artimus, a hazel-eyed, broad-shouldered bachelor, meets Mary and shows her what it’s like to be loved and accepted by someone. They have great conversations, dinner and Artimus welcomes her into his home at any time she wishes. But before Mary can see herself with Artimus and move on from her divorce, she learns that Artimus is not just a man, rather, something from myth and legend. Artimus is a vampire with odd tastes. Not to mention that the one person Mary thought she could trust, Chels, tries to come between them.
Chapter 1
So, he decided to show up. I kind of hoped he wouldn’t, but perhaps he’s just as impatient as I am to get this done and over with.
“Alright, Mary,” my lawyer says, looking through the glass doors of the office. “He’s here and his lawyer is with him. Are you sure you want to go through with this? We can walk out right now. Nothing is finalized.”
I nod my head as I watch Scott and his lawyer speak to each other outside the door.
“No, I’m sure,” I say. “It’s time I let go of what’s been holding me back.”
She nods her head. “I understand.”
The office doors open and Scott walks in. This has been the first time I’ve seen him dress up in years. Perhaps, since the beginning of our marriage. Of course, he doesn’t keep that hair intact. That black mess, curling everywhere along his scalp, hanging loose above his stupid eyebrows, and ugly, boring, brown-eyes. He’s a child.
“Mrs. Lankin, I’m Scott’s lawyer, Tim Brown,” the man shakes her hand.
“Yes, yes,” Trina says. “I remember. Been here a few times already. Please, have a seat and we can get these papers signed right over.”
As our lawyers speak to one another, Scott sits across from me and has yet said a word. He stares off into the window and here and there scratches his five ‘o clock shadow face. I don’t regret the decision to leave him, but our fights have gone on long enough. My conscious is clear and this will be good for the both of us, I hope.
“Okay, Mary, all I need is your signature in a couple places. I need you to sign here,” Trina says, placing her finger on a line.
I take her pen and sign. “And here.” I sign another. She flips over a few pages. “And here.” I place the ball of the pen along the line and before I can write my final signature, Scott plants his hand across the table.
“Mary,” he says. I shake my head.
“He speaks.”
“I know why you’re doing this, but just know, your life before me…was nothing. You are making a grave mistake.”
“Mary,” my lawyer says, ushering me to stay focused. I nod my head and sign my name on the last line. As I flip the pages back to the front, I peer into Scott’s eyes.
“Guess you don’t have to worry about that now do you?”
Our lawyers stand their feet and shake hands. “Pleasure. Thank you,” is what they say, and without another word, Scott leaves the office before any of us. A small cry within me builds, my stomach balls into a fist. It’s really over, and though I initiated it, why am I the most upset about it? Perhaps because Scott is right. Before I met him. My life was nothing, but I couldn’t let him leave believing there is an ounce of regret, and truth, to his words.
Traffic here in Manhattan’s Times Square is without mention, busy. This morning, it feels much busier. It’s as though the world has gotten bigger, and I’ve became a slug, moving about the rest of my morning routine as slow as one.
I pull into the garage of Fisch Media, a media outlet company that focuses on mass media news and entertainment. I check my watch. Almost 10:00 a.m. I usually must be at my cubicle by 7:00 a.m., and writing by 7:30, but unfortunately, I had to sit across from my hus—ex-husband, signing divorce papers.
I get to the 32nd floor of the silver skyscraper, and as the doors of the elevator open, my co-workers are moving about the blue-carpeted, white-walled cubicles talking on phones, making copies and printing, holding up marketing posters and receiving opinions on them, and yelling across the room, “I got a story! I got a story! Get this!”
It’s going to be quite a long day, I say to myself, approaching my cubicle. I power on the computer, place my purse on the floor and my coat over my cubicle wall. I take a seat and stare out the window into the snow white covered Times Square. Horns blare, fire trucks and ambulances race down the street, and people keep warm, bundled in fur coats, hats and gloves.
“Ahem!”
I turn to find my boss placing himself against my cubicle. His eyebrows are pressed to a wrinkle and his arms are crossed.
“Good morning,” I say. He checks his watch then exhales.
“Mary, it’s just past ten.”
“Yes…”
“And, someone decided to take their time getting to work?”
“Mr. Gause, I had my appointment this morning. I told you last week and reminded you just yesterday that I’d be in late and you approved.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he says. “But it takes three hours to sign your name on a dotted line?”
“Excuse me?”
“Does it take you three hours to sign your name on a dotted line?”
“No, but—”
“But it did. It did Mary.”
“I’m sorry… I’m just going through a rough time and I got here as fast as I could. There was traffic and—“
“Mary,” he says, interrupting once more. “This is New York. There is always traffic.”
I nod my head and refrain from defending myself.
“You’re a writer. I’m sure you could’ve thought of an excuse much more creative than that, which is what I hired you for. To write and be creative. Not sign divorce papers and be late.”
“But you said—” He raises his hand.
“Though I approved, I wasn’t expecting you to come three,” he raises three fingers as the Nazi did, “hours late.”
“I’ll try better,” I say, giving in.
He scoffs and shakes his head.
“If you tried your best, you wouldn’t need to try better. Perhaps you wouldn’t have had a divorce to deal with at all and would have been on time.”
A lump sits in my throat. It chokes.
“Get to work, Mary. Keep all of your personal issues outside of the workplace.”
He turns and walks away and as he passes, Chels is stands there.
“Did he just say that?”
“Yeah,” I say, taking a seat at my desk. “He just did. Seems like the news of my divorce has spread around quite quickly. I think that’s quite a record for getting the news out there.”
“But still. What an asshole. Someone should really shove their foot up his ass.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it too much. He’s the least of my problems.”
Chels places her hands atop my cubicle and rests her chin on her arms.
“Aw, Mary…How’d everything go this morning?”
“As I wanted it to, I think. Scott barely looked my way until it was just about over.”
“You think he resents you for this?”
“Why should he? He wasn’t the one sitting at home with a wine bottle until almost four in the morning, then waking up and seeing no one there. He also wasn’t the one who cooked, cleaned, did laundry, washed dishes and works a full-time job. He doesn’t do anything. He’s never wrong, he always has an excuse, and I was just fed up with his disloyalty. It had to happen.”
Chels nods her head and I take a deep breath. I shouldn’t get myself stressed out over all this. I should feel much more relaxed now that I let go of one of the major problems in my life that I unfortunately made my number one priority. Chels places her hand on my shoulder.
“You’ll find better. You will.”
“I don’t know, Chels. After what he has put me through, you’d practically have to be inhuman to reel me in. While I’m in
bed, he’s out fishing, swimming in sheets with adulterous, money-digging women. MY money.”
Chels nods her head practically forever.
“You should probably write that down. It was poetic,” she smiles. I try to hold my laughter but it comes out.
“And that is why you are my best friend,” I say. “I can always rely on you to make me feel better.”
“Uh, oh, someone going a little lesbian there on me?” she says, faking a blush.
“I’ll put it this way, if you were a guy, I’d marry you.”
“I’m flattered.”
We join in laughter and then here Mr. Gause clear his throat. He is at the other end of the room, glaring at us.
“It’s great to see that everyone in this office knows the definition of work, people!” he yells, capturing the attention of every worker.
“Jeez,” Chels says. “This guy sees and hears everything. Anyway, any plans for tonight?”
“I’m supposed to be having dinner with the family,”
“OH,” Chels says, making a face as though she feels my pain.
“Right. I’m sure after what happened today, it will be a very interesting dinner.”
“Well, be careful out there. Plenty of women been going missing lately. It’s weird. We don’t have any kind of lead besides that.”
“Strange…Will do. Thanks.”
Chapter 2
We sit at the white-clothed dinner table before the aroma of pasta, meatballs, garlic bread and tall glasses of wine. My mother and father haven’t said much since I came. My grandma sits at the table in her wheelchair and all she’s kept asking every five seconds is when will she meet Scott. She’s known him for years. An empty seat sits before me with a prepared plate.
