by R. E. Butler
They were standing in line for snacks when she excused herself to the bathroom and promised whatever they picked was fine, and as they watched her go, Eryx said, “So about a ring.”
“I was wondering what you thought about that, too.”
“Well, we either both get her an engagement ring, one for each ring finger, or we get her one really nice engagement ring and do separate wedding bands.”
He hummed in his throat. “I don’t know. Should we ask her?”
“I don’t know. Do men do that?”
“Hell if I know. And it’s a different scenario than normal anyway, with just one man and one woman.”
He paused and looked across the candy counter, spying the orange jellied slices she said she loved. After getting two boxes, plus a large tub of popcorn and drinks, they moved away from the counter to wait for her.
Ethan said, “Maybe the best thing is for us to pick out separate engagement rings. That way the bands on each finger will be part of a set. And we can get what we like individually instead of one of us maybe compromising.”
Eryx snorted, “It’s not as if we have that much experience with jewelry.”
“Yeah, well, I’m totally out of my depths with just about everything we’re doing with her. How about you?”
They both grinned and dropped the conversation, because Callie was there. She went on her toes and peeked into the popcorn tub and then smiled, one of those sweet ones that made her eyes look bigger and her whole face light up.
As they’d hoped, the theater was nearly empty. While they knew they couldn’t avoid people seeing what they were together, because things were so new between all of them they didn’t want to expose her to how horrible people could be when they saw something they didn’t agree with. Like a woman with two men. As cops, even in their small town, they’d gotten a good glimpse of the nastier side of human nature, and although the connection between the three of them was strong, they both worried she would try to pull away again if things got dicey. He wanted to believe the look in her eyes that said she wasn’t going anywhere, but his experience with women was limited to the female lions, and, well, the less he thought about them right now, the better.
They sat in the far back corner, his shoulder against the wall and her between them. The lights were still on, and they could see a couple sitting towards the front. The theater was small, with a main middle section of seats and two smaller side sections, and he just had to hope that no one would come in and want to share their space. It would be hard enough to be with her in the dark when she smelled good enough to eat, literally, but not being able to touch and kiss her when he wanted to because there were people around would be hell.
He gave her the boxes of orange slices that he’d tucked into his coat pocket and the way her face lit up made him feel like king of the world. She opened a box and fished one out and popped it into her mouth. Sighing happily, she darted a glance towards the other couple in the theater and then leaned over and kissed him and then turned to kiss Eryx.
“Did I say thank you for the dress?” She asked when they had taken off their coats and both leaned forward to rest their arms on the chair backs in front of them so they could look at her while they talked.
“You may have mentioned it once or twice.” Eryx smiled.
“It was our pleasure.” He said, taking her hand and brushing off a little bit of sugar caught on her fingers. He wanted to lick the sugar crystals off, but he knew one taste of her skin and he’d be done for.
“So, this thing with your uncle and leaving. Are you sure?”
Surprised, he said, “Why wouldn’t we be sure?”
“Well,” she looked uncomfortable, “this is your home. Your dad and brother are here, and the rest of your family. We’ve known each other a week and you’re uprooting your whole lives for me.”
Eryx answered for him. “Callie, if we could stay and keep you safe, if the females would eventually stop the harassment, then we would. But they won’t ever stop. And more than just you, any kids that we might have would be in danger of being threatened or hurt, too, even if they were completely lion.”
She bristled slightly and that protective wolf that he’d come to love shone in her eyes. She squeezed their hands. “I just don’t want you to regret what happens between us all.”
Ethan leaned forward and caught her face with his free hand. He hoped she could see the truth in his eyes. “The only thing that we would ever regret is not having you in our lives, I swear. Whatever happened to bring you to us, the only thing that matters is our life together, our marriage, our family. We’re getting so much more than we’re leaving behind.”
She smiled in a small way and then said, “You want to marry me, like really marry me?”
They both said “yes” at the same time and she breathed out a small laugh. “We’re already technically married, at least by wolf standards. You know, the marking thing?”
Really? Damn cool. “So wolves don’t get legally married?” Eryx asked.
“No, they do, it’s just a formality. In the eyes of a pack, marking is like taking vows. I…maybe should have mentioned that?” She flushed like she was embarrassed and he tucked his finger under her chin so she’d look at him.
“We love you, sweetheart. If we’re already married to our little kitten, then we’re thrilled. But we still want you to have our last name.”
She looked at Eryx for confirmation and he nodded. Then she looked for the human couple again and found them not paying attention to anything but the screen that had some sort of trivia game on it, and she leaned over and kissed Eryx first and then him. The lights dimmed and they sat back, and Eryx put the popcorn in her lap but she was more interested in the candy and unfortunately they had to give up holding her hands while they snacked. She shared an orange slice with both of them and they watched the previews together while another few couples entered the theater but stayed to the center and front, thankfully. He was feeling possessive of her, and it was a new feeling for him. Maybe it was the revelation that in her eyes they were already married. All he knew was that he didn’t want anyone close to her right now except Eryx.
By the time the previews were over and the movie started, the candy and popcorn were gone and they were back to holding hands again. In his head he cursed the theater seats and the arm rests that separated them. It would have been a much better idea to watch a movie at home where they could hold her on the couch, although he could guess they probably wouldn’t even notice the movie.
She released his hand and leaned onto his shoulder, curling her arm around his bicep and squeezing. It put his hand in an interesting position, draped over the arm of the chair and right over her thigh. Tantalizing bit of flesh that it was. He reminded himself that they hadn’t brought her here to paw her in the theater, and there were far too many humans nearby for them to do anything remotely fun, so he ground his jaw and stared at the screen.
Which worked for about ten minutes. All he could think about was how close she was and how good she smelled and, hell, he just had to touch her, just a little bit, and see how silky those stockings felt. It was only a half inch that he had to move his hand to touch the top of her thigh and she made a very faint murmured sigh, but she didn’t pull away or tell him to stop, so he took that as a good sign.
Her legs were crossed, and he scooted his hand up her thigh to her knee and pulled gently until she uncrossed them and then he squeezed her knee. He felt her look at him and he turned his head and smiled and leaned to whisper in her ear, “Do you want me to stop?”
She rolled her eyes and said quietly with a smirk, “No, it’s a great idea to horn me up in a public theater and then leave me hanging.”
Feisty woman. She went back to resting her head on his shoulder and he pressed a kiss to the top of it. She smelled so wonderful all the time. He especially loved it when she got turned on, because her scent got so intense it was like walking through a wildflower meadow that someone had coated with hon
ey. So sweet, so tantalizing, so incredibly delicious.
Although the movie was action-packed, the only thing he cared about was the feel of her knee under his fingers, the delicate stocking that covered her skin, and how slowly he was inching up towards her pussy. The question in his mind was whether she’d let him get that far in public, and whether that was even a good idea. He wasn’t sure he could touch her like that and not a) make her come and b) bend her over the seat and pound her in half. His knuckles brushed against Eryx’s, and he cast a glance at his brother and found him staring straight ahead but with a small smile on his lips. He was probably also having an inner monologue about just how far to push things. So far, in the last nearly three days they’d been together, she hadn’t said no to anything they’d wanted to do. She was always ready, always willing, and knew her body well enough to ask for what she liked.
He alternated between moving slightly up her warm thigh and leaving his hand where it lay and trying to concentrate on the movie. The movie wasn’t even half as interesting as her pussy.
As his cock scraped against his zipper, again, he finally reached the edge of her mini skirt with the little slits up the front that showed even more leg when she sat down. The further he and Eryx made it up her thighs, the more tense her body grew. He kept waiting for her to ask them to stop, or clamp her legs together or shove their hands away, but all she did was shiver occasionally and keep a tight hold on his bicep where she rested her cheek.
How long was this damn movie? Why had he thought it was a good idea to pay $36 to not watch a movie because his sweetheart – his wife – was too irresistible? Wife. He couldn’t fucking believe how much he loved that word. She’d made him so happy revealing that little bit of truth. He wondered if she thought of them as her husbands already? If she’d made that conscious decision when she marked them, or if she was just too taken up with her wolf to deny the action. Not that it mattered. She seemed happy now. He wanted her to be happy. He’d do anything to ensure it.
Ah, now he was just under the hem of the skirt. Her legs were slightly parted, but only one of their hands was going to make it much further at a time, and he took a long second while his fingers played on the inside of her thigh to decide if he really wanted to touch her more now or not. Another spike of her scent hit his nose and he realized she’d shifted in her seat slightly, wriggling like she had a tendency to do when she started to get hot, and that was enough for him to want to check for himself just how wet she was. Even knowing that he’d probably want to take her right out of the movie and home immediately.
He planned to just run his finger down her panties, just for the sheer fact that he wanted to know that she was as wet as he thought she was, just from being with them and the simple touching. He slid his fingers further up under her skirt and froze.
No. Fucking. Way.
Her whole body shivered as he grazed her pussy with his pinky finger. Her bare pussy. Not only was she not wearing panties, but she’d shaved and she was so wet her honey was all over his finger and he’d barely even grazed the inside of her pussy lips. Holy fucking shit!
Very slowly, he removed his hand from under her skirt and turned in his seat. She sat up straight and looked at him, biting her lip.
Eryx whispered, “What’s the matter?”
He returned the quiet tone, “Check for yourself.”
Callie sucked in a breath at what he’d just said and Eryx looked at him curiously for a moment and then slid his hand up under her skirt. She jerked back against the seat with a stuttered gasp and Eryx’s hand froze as he whispered, “I think we need to leave.”
She shook her head, “No, that’s not necessary.”
Eryx pulled his hand away and his fingers glistened. “Oh? You want to sit with a tingly pussy for another,” he checked his watch, “45 minutes, plus the 20 minute drive home?”
She squirmed in the seat and licked her lips. She closed her legs like a steel trap and both he and Eryx growled, “Open them.”
Her legs slid open painfully slow and his cock throbbed. He could smell how turned on she was, and it called to a deep and feral part of him. Eryx was right. They needed to leave. Like fucking right now.
Eryx leaned over and whispered something to her and she made a quiet moaning sound and then nodded. Coats in hand they moved to the exit and out into the frigid night air. He shut her in the passenger seat and looked at Eryx.
Eryx raised a brow, “I told her that if we didn’t leave immediately that we’d spend the night not letting her come.”
He smiled. “As if either of us would do that to her.”
Eryx shrugged. “She doesn’t need to know that. Besides, it worked. I could hardly stand to sit next to her and smell how wet she was. And then to touch her. Shit, we shouldn’t have come here in the first place.”
He’d been thinking the same thing.
**Eryx**
The drive home, which took several minutes less because Ethan pushed the speed limit, was quiet and tense. Her arousal pulsed in the air of the truck like a homing beacon and he’d potentially never been so hard in his life. He wanted to see for himself the bare skin he’d felt on her shaved pussy. Whatever had possessed her to do it, he was damn glad.
He jumped out of the back seat and opened her door for her and pulled her gently from the truck. Propelling her into the house by her upper arm, he took off her coat and ordered her none too gently to the couch. He needed a second to clear his head; otherwise he was going to be too rough. He felt out of control, full of the need to possess her and make her his again and again.
He stared at the back of her head as she sat on the couch and Ethan came to stand next to him at the hall closet. “So how do you want to play this?” His voice was low enough that she couldn’t hear.
He scrubbed his fingers on his jaw. “Let’s just...let her lead and watch each other’s backs. I feel like I’m walking a razor’s edge and I don’t want to ever hurt or scare her.”
Ethan sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “I feel the same way. Let’s go make our kitten purr.”
They stalked around opposite sides of the couch, fully intending to take control in a way so that they could play with her but also keep a handle on things, and then they both stopped dead in their tracks. While he had thought that she was simply sitting low on the couch, she was evidently carefully taking off her clothes so they’d not even noticed. The only thing she had on were her black lace topped stockings. Her legs were crossed delicately at the knee, showing the length of her lovely thigh but covering what he was so desperate to see.
She stroked her fingertips up her leg and played them across her belly and up to cup her breasts. “I was just thinking,” she purred, thumbing her nipples, “that I’ve never wanted two men more in my life than I do you both, and I’m very, very glad that we’re mates.”
“How glad?” His voice cracked and he coughed to clear it. He had a lump in his throat the size of a fist.
Her hands moved leisurely down her belly to her legs, and she parted them very slowly and raised her legs up until her heels were planted on the couch. Her body was spread wide for them, bare and slick with her heat.
“Very.”
They both dropped to their knees on either side of her legs and the heat of her arousal was like being near a furnace. Slowly they both took off their shirts, but stopped there, a silent testimony to believing that keeping the jeans on would help keep them in check.
Her pussy glistened, perfect and pink, and she looked at both of them with a hungry gaze, her teeth grazing her bottom lip. He leaned forward, bracing himself with one arm on the back of the couch and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth as he drifted his hand down her parted thigh to her sweet treasure. There was a place just inside her pussy that if he rubbed his knuckle against it, she’d come unglued in about two seconds, but he carefully avoided that place so he could sink into that tantalizing heat.
He felt her legs part further and he adjusted his bod
y to make room for Ethan who dropped his head down to lick and suck on her clit while Eryx fucked her with his finger. They didn’t hold out the pleasure, but they drove her to peak after peak, and when he finally used his finger just right, her body exploded around him and she shrieked in bliss, thrashing on the couch. He couldn’t take anymore, and clearly, neither could Ethan.
Ethan jerked her into his arms and stalked out of the front room with her and he followed, shedding his clothes as Ethan dropped her on the bed and took off his own clothes as fast as he could. He didn’t protest when Ethan climbed onto her first, because he knew that it wouldn’t be the only time for either of them tonight. She was a willing kitten, and the way she was digging her nails into Ethan’s back and meeting his pounding thrusts with her own hips told him she was as turned on as they were. More than happy to help her put out that flame, he joined them on the bed and caressed her breasts and tweaked her nipples every so often, stopping to kiss her and nuzzle her neck and whisper things to her. When Ethan finished, she was already kissing him and pulling on him. He loved that she wanted him. He cherished it.
He rolled her over onto him and she caught his cock with her fist, aimed it for her pussy and slammed herself down on him so hard that his vision blinked out and he couldn’t catch his breath for a moment. Demanding, she rode him hard, twisting and rocking on him until every move she made caused her pussy to contract around him. When she came, her pussy locked down on him so hard he thought his cock would break in half, but it was sweet, sweet relief to pump his come into her and kiss the tears of pleasure that dotted her cheeks.
As the night drew towards dawn, she made love to both of them again, and by the time he’d peeled himself away from her, she was nearly asleep, murmuring adorable, sleepy things as they carried her into his old bedroom because the bed sheets were soaked with their combined come.
