by R. E. Butler
She cried out at the pleasure as the climax wove through her and Eryx sat back and stretched out on his side as Ethan wiped his finger over his glistening mouth and then sucked it into his mouth. “You taste incredible, sweetheart.”
She leaned up on her arm to kiss him while he slid his cock inside her, draping her legs around his waist and drawing him inside. He stroked slowly as his thick and long cock spread her apart and pushed in. It seemed forever until he was inside her completely, and the fullness of him wasn’t like anything else she’d ever felt before. Almost painful, dancing the line of pleasure, he stroked his fingers across her cheek and smiled, lowering his head to kiss her once and whisper in her ear that he loved her, before pulling out and then driving into her again. Each pass in and out of her body drove her higher, and she clutched him with one hand and held Eryx’s hand with the other, while she met Ethan’s strokes into her body with her own frantic movements.
He thrust into her until he drove her to a climax, the first orgasm she had ever had during sex that hadn’t come from a finger or thumb stroking her at the same time, and Ethan’s name spilled from her lips like a chant. His climax followed hers, and he dropped down to his elbows and kissed her while they both breathed hard and little shivers of pleasure washed over her, like waves lapping on the shore.
She felt her heart fill with love for him and his twin, and her wolf sounded an agreement in her mind. Ethan moved off her, rolling to the other side of her with a soft kiss and Eryx went up on his elbow and tilted her chin towards him for a long, deep kiss. His hand slid down her sweat-slick body and he parted her easily, sliding his finger just inside her and curving it upwards. She’d never had a man search for her g-spot, and she didn’t actually think that it could be found, more the thing of romance novels than reality. In just a short while, he began to slide his finger against a spot inside her that made her whole body tense up and she screamed in surprise when the orgasm flashed hot and fast through her. He shifted over her and before he could enter her, she positioned one leg over his outstretched arm so her body was spread wide before him, and he growled in pleasure as his cock pushed inside her in slow, short thrusts. Equally as large as Ethan, the position made her body tighter and they both groaned at the invasion while her body continued to tremble at the remnants of the climax.
He paused long enough to kiss her and tell her he loved her, and then he pounded his body into hers with hard, fast strokes, shifting his hips to touch different places inside her, until she was thrashing under him from the building pleasure. She came hard and screamed his name to the ceiling and she felt his strokes falter and then he thrust hard several times before he came, a groan of satisfaction on his lips followed by her name.
He dropped on top of her, but kept his weight on his own arms, and kissed and nibbled at her neck while they both shivered through the climaxes before he slid off her. After a few quiet minutes, Ethan leaned over and kissed her temple. “You’re amazing, sweetheart. And that was damn hot, watching you two together. I never would have guessed.”
His sweet eyes were dancing and she kissed him before turning to kiss Eryx. “I agree, brother.”
She felt another need rise in her and her wolf began to pace inside her mind, whining and snarling. She needed to claim them. Make them hers.
She rolled onto her stomach and went up on her knees. They both looked lazily at her, the banked heat like a slow smoldering fire in both of their eyes. “I need to mark you both, I feel like I have to.”
“Of course, love.” Eryx sat up and squeezed her shoulder. “Whatever you want from us you can have it.”
Ethan sat up. “Is it just biting, sweetheart? What do you need us to do?”
“My fangs will come out, and I’ll break through the skin on the back of your necks. Are you sure?”
“Of course. We’ll wear the marks with pride.” Eryx promised, kissing her fingertips.
She did Ethan first. She had him lay on his side and slid behind him, smoothing the hair up from the nape of his neck before licking the salt from his skin and letting her fangs descend. Her teeth actually hurt because the need was so great. “I love you, Ethan,” she said softly and then fit her fangs on the back of his neck and bit down. He let out a small moan and wound his fingers with hers and held her close to him with her arm across his chest. Extracting her fangs, she licked the blood from the marks and kissed them.
As she moved over him to Eryx, Ethan kissed her and said, “I love you, too, Callie.”
She did the same thing to Eryx, and told him that she loved him before she marked him and he told her, too, that he loved her and she had no doubt that the love between the three of them was very, very real. She sat between them both as they lay on their sides, their eyes a little glazed, the taste of their blood on her tongue, running hot in her veins.
Eryx sat up. “Can we mark you?”
“Do you normally do that?”
“We don’t have lion mates, sweetheart. But we could each take a side?” Ethan sat up, too, and cupped her neck and ran his thumb down the side.
“If you want to, I would love it.” She promised.
They moved slowly around her, Ethan moving to the front and Eryx to her back, and Eryx drew her sweat-damp hair up and away from her neck and they both licked each side of her neck as they drew her tightly between them. At nearly the same time, their fangs pierced her skin and she gasped and moaned, writhing between them. It felt so right, so good, so hot, that she never wanted it to stop. And then she felt Ethan’s fingers slip between her parted thighs. While they held their fangs in her neck, he worked her to a hard and fast orgasm and she shouted as they released her and began to lick the marks and lap at the tiny drops of blood that seeped as the wounds closed and scarred.
She pushed Ethan down and leaned over his hard cock, licking her lips. She tossed a glance behind her at Eryx whose eyes had darkened considerably as he spied her body spread wide for him. She licked the top of Ethan’s hot cock and Eryx pushed inside her. Ethan moaned and dropped back to the bed and she worked him with her mouth while Eryx sank deep inside her pussy. He held her tight with his hands on her hips and she teased and sucked Ethan until he groaned, “I’m fucking close, brother.”
“So is she,” Eryx growled, and he slid a finger around to her clit and gave the tense bud a few flicks and she went flying, moaning her climax around the stiff cock in her mouth. He came with a deep moan as she sucked every last drop from him and then Eryx came, shoving hard into her until she lost her mouth’s hold on Ethan’s cock and slid down onto his chest. Eryx dropped off to the side of them, and Ethan wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead.
“I’ve never felt so exhausted and yet so alive in all my life.” He laughed and she did, too, as Eryx reached up to kiss her once more before declaring, “This is the best day of my life. We claimed our mate, she’s wearing our marks and we’re wearing hers, and now, angel, we get to start fresh in a new town and start our lives together.”
Happy, for the first time in as long as she could remember, she smiled at him and settled back on Ethan’s chest, too tired to move.
Chapter 11
**Ethan**
Ethan could not help but marvel at Callie as she lay exhausted on his chest, breathing deeply after their marathon lovemaking. Eryx drew up the sheet over all of them and settled on his back, one arm behind his head on the pillow and stared at the ceiling. He was fairly sure the two of them wore the same satisfied grins.
Everything he’d ever known before in the bedroom had been cold and dark. Callie was the opposite of it all. Her body was hot, her movements exquisite, and the way she cried out when she came was the most splendid thing he’d ever witnessed. He could go his whole life just pleasuring her, to see her body shudder and her mouth fall open, and then when she said his name, over and over, like she had to brand it to the heavens, well, that was just pure bliss.
He would never have guessed that having her fangs sink into his flesh would be
something erotic, but it was. He felt her power, felt as if her wolf was free and marking him as her own, both human and beast. And then to do it back to her, to know that on the right side of her neck his fang marks would always show so no one would doubt that she was claimed was heady. You could lose a ring. You couldn’t lose the marks.
It was late. The sky outside was dark. They’d spent the day making love to her, completely forgetting about dinner. Not that he cared. He wouldn’t have wanted to miss a second of her today.
“You want me to crash back in my room?” Eryx asked quietly.
He turned his head slightly. “I don’t think it’s my room any longer.” He shifted her off him slowly and Eryx helped ease her between them. She didn’t make a sound, completely worn out from her ordeal the night before with the wolf and all they’d done today.
“I didn’t think I’d, you know, like it.” He said, kissing her forehead and settling her against his chest. Eryx adjusted himself behind her, sliding underneath the sheets until the lower half of her body was close to him.
“I didn’t either. I like that we can share her, and take care of her together, in every way. If we didn’t get along, it would be really difficult to be so close.”
“She makes it easy, I think, because she's so willing.” He sighed, smiling in remembrance of the heated look in her eyes when she saw his cock for the first time. And how wonderful it felt to slide home that first time. And her talented mouth.
He drifted off to sleep, images of his time holding her and making love flashing like a movie, a scenario he wanted to recreate over and over.
He was possibly having the most erotic dream he’d ever had, and over the years he’d had some doozies. But he could almost feel the hot mouth as it closed over his hard cock, and he knew for sure that it was Callie, because she was the only woman who’d ever gone down on him. A tingle raced down his spine as the mouth slid off him and a hand clasped the base of his cock and he opened his eyes to see he wasn’t dreaming at all, but Callie was pumping his cock with her fist and sucking Eryx.
He put his hand around hers and she flicked her eyes to him and moved off Eryx, sliding her tongue up the underside of his cock and laving it like a lollipop. She dove down on him, moving her hand off and taking him until he hit the back of her throat and the sensation made him arch off the bed with a sharp gasp. She grinned like a cat as she let his cock slide from her wet mouth, flicking the slit on the top before fisting him again and moving back to Eryx. Lost to the rhythm of her hand on him, he closed his eyes and let himself go and just seconds after he heard Eryx’s grunted release, he followed, his hot jet spurting over his stomach. With an audible pop, she released Eryx and then he felt her tongue licking up the come from his flesh and he ran his fingers through her hair, pushing it aside so he could watch.
Like he tasted like melted ice cream, she got up every drop and then sat up with a contented sigh and said, “I was hungry.”
They both laughed and he sat up and kissed her. “That was the best way I’ve ever woken up.” Pulling on shorts from the dresser, he ignored the wobbly knees that went hand in hand with a powerful climax and went to fix them something to eat, deciding easy was best for eating in the bedroom. While coffee brewed, he cut up a loaf of banana bread and arranged it in a basket on a tray, and then cut fruit onto a platter and added cubed cheese and ham. He fixed her coffee the way he knew she liked it, and his and Eryx’s, and carried the tray into the bedroom.
They fed her by hand, and she nibbled each bite and licked fingers and kissed them and they arranged the fruit on her body and ate it from her, and when he put a slice of strawberry right on her clit and sucked the bud into his mouth at the same time as the fruit, she grabbed his hair in a vise grip and gave herself to him.
Although there were plans to be made for their move to Ashland, Indiana, neither he nor Eryx could tear themselves away from her long enough to do anything about it, or even consider going into work. They shared her again, taking turns giving her pleasure and watching with amazement as she reacted to them with every fiber of her being.
Nothing in the universe was better than this. Nothing.
**Eryx**
“I’ll fax over our resignation letters later today, Dad.” Eryx swiveled slightly in the office chair in his bedroom, looking out the window. They’d spent all day Thursday in bed with Callie again, and then it occurred to him that they’d basically just walked away from their jobs without making anything official, so getting up this morning and leaving his sleeping angel tucked securely in his brother’s arms, he called his dad.
“No worries, son. I know you’re busy.” His father’s voice was a mixture of happiness and jealousy. Eryx could understand that. Just a bare week ago he was anticipating a life like his father had, chasing after a female that didn’t want him, the cold, emotionless sex, begging for cubs and then raising them alone. Now, he didn’t have to worry about that. Not with Callie. She was anything but cold and emotionless. And she would never walk away from a cub. Not just because it wasn’t in her nature, but because of her own childhood.
“Callie would like to see the kids again. Maybe Sunday?”
“Sure, I’ll call your uncles and set something up. There’s probably another UFC, although I’m not sure she really enjoyed it.” His father chuckled. She might have, if she hadn’t still been so intent to leave them. “Are you going to the wedding?”
“Yes, she said she’d go with us. She’s worried about what people will say, about us together as a threesome.”
“Doesn’t matter. The only thing you have to worry about is how you all feel about it. The people in town here don’t understand us, don’t get the females. If Callie’s uncomfortable then you can just leave, anyway. Thad and Jane will be glad for the support, regardless. But you should be prepared; some females will show up, surely. At least Melania and Farrah, since they work with Jane.”
He let out a growling sigh and laid his head back on the chair. “I know. We told her and she’s still game, but we also know we can’t leave her alone for a second. The thing with the wolf the other night, dad, was just too serious to ignore.”
“I think our threats to them were enough to deter any more of that, plus her reaction to Melania in the garage. I must say, I’ve never see someone use a parked car as a weapon before.” He chuckled and Eryx joined him. It had been a damn sight, that’s for sure.
“It’s funny because she still thinks she’s weak. For certain, strength isn’t always about who’s bigger and stronger. She’s more fierce and determined when she’s threatened than anyone I’ve ever known.”
“That she is, son.”
As he ended the call, he smelled her, the sweet scent got stronger and then she turned the chair around and dropped to her knees, spreading his legs apart in the process. “Good morning, angel.” She was blissfully nude, every inch of her lush body sweet perfection.
She gave him a sultry smile and reached for the button of his jeans, making his cock rise with just the sound of the button popping. He lifted his hips and she tugged them and his shorts down. “I’m making a new rule, love.” She leaned over his cock and darted her tongue along the slit.
“Oh?” He swept her hair aside so he could watch her go down on him. She was the first to ever do it and it was a damn sight.
“No underwear in the house.”
He smiled. “Does that include you?”
“Oh yeah.” She used her tongue to slide the drops of pre-come around on the head of his cock, making happy growling sounds in her throat as if she couldn’t get enough of how he tasted.
“I’m game. It’ll be one less thing to maneuver around when I want to get to your pussy.”
Her eyes went dark. One thing he’d learned quick about his angel was that she liked it when they talked dirty to her. She absolutely loved hearing what they were going to do to her. To think there was a time when he thought that what he’d had with the pride females was as good as it could get when the woma
n licking his cock like a lollipop was so incredible that it put everything else he’d ever done to blinding shame.
Her tongue swirled the top of his cock. “You like getting to my pussy, Eryx?”
“I love it, angel. I love how hot and wet you are and I love tonguing your pussy until you scream.”
Her hand squeezed him tight at the base and she slid him into her mouth slowly, until he hit the back of her throat and then she growled. The sound shivered down his cock like a bolt of electricity and he couldn’t help but shift his hips further and dig his fingers in her hair. She relaxed and he slid just that much deeper into her throat, as she fucked him with her mouth. He came undone, groaning and watching her with half closed eyes as she sucked every drop from him and then kissed the head gently.
With liquid grace, she slid up his body and straddled him, putting her hands on the top of the chair and kissing him. He gripped her thighs and a shiver of tension went through her body.
“What do you want, angel?”
“I want you to fuck me with your fingers.”
He let his hands travel up her spread thighs and across her sensitive hips, and he ran his thumbs in the space on either side of her pussy, where the warm, soft flesh made promises of hot and wet things just slightly further down. He rolled his thumbs up and down the space and her hips followed the motion as her back arched and he flicked his tongue across one of her tight nipples. His teeth grazed it and she dropped her head back, her body tensing as she gripped the chair.
She was fully trembling now, her whole body covered in goosebumps and her breathing short and panting. He let one hand leave the warm space and cup her pussy, slipping a finger up her wet folds and caressing the little pleasure pearl that he loved to suck. “Here, sweet?” He swirled his wet finger across it in a figure eight.
