by Cara Adams
There was still the whole issue of them being shape-shifters to deal with. But as Tammy had promised her, by getting to know them better she was relaxed in their presence and more accepting of their differences. Tomorrow she’d see them as wolves. That would either make her completely relaxed in their presence, or drive her away.
I refuse to think about it. I don’t want to be separated from them. It will work out.
“There is nothing sexier than fucking a red-hot ass,” Mason murmured into her ear.
She pushed back onto his fingers, determined to show him she was more than ready to accept him in there.
“Oh, I don’t know. A hot cunt is mighty fine,” teased Wade.
Her cunt was also so wet that she could feel her own cream on the insides of her thighs. Her second experience of ménage sex was about to happen, and Adelaide was on tenterhooks wanting them to be inside her once again. Finally Mason placed a stinging slap on her hip and sat down on the rug, pulling her with him.
“Sit on my dick.”
“What? How?”
“I’ll help guide you. Sit with your back to Mason and lower your ass onto his dick as he said.”
Adelaide wasn’t at all sure how to do it, but she kneeled on the rug, wiggled around and then shuffled her legs around to settle her ass on Mason’s lap. His thighs seemed cool after the warmth of the fire and the burning in her ass from being whipped. But he pulled her firmly against his hard body and held her tightly. She rested her head back on his shoulder and waited to see what Wade would do.
Wade sat facing them and then shuffled closer to them until his legs were outside hers, bracketing her, and his cock was pressing into her cunt. Still he wiggled closer, an inch at a time as he pressed his shaft farther inside her.
In this position her body felt even fuller than before, her tissues stretching and rearranging themselves constantly until both men were held as deep as they could go inside her. Wade wrapped his arms around her, and the three of them were locked together in front of the fire, their bodies joined and interlinked from feet to shoulders.
Adelaide relaxed in their embrace, noticing how the clothespins and ropes on her breasts dug into Wade.
“I think these have served their purpose,” Wade said, unsnapping the clothespins and dropping them on the floor as Mason untied the rope bracketing her breasts. Wade forced his hand down between their bodies, retrieving the clothespin still on her clit, and the burst of heat as it was released sent a shard of pain straight to her head. “Wow. That was intense.”
“Let me help.” Wade leaned back, cupped her newly freed breasts and sucked the nipples, one after the other, into his mouth, sucking hard until they were back to normal. At the same time, Mason was massaging her breasts, encouraging the skin there to relax into its regular place as well.
“What? Didn’t you like the clothespins digging into your body?” she teased them, guessing the dungeon scene was over for now and she was free to speak.
“I really regret not bringing that ball gag,” sighed Mason.
Adelaide giggled, knowing he was teasing her again.
And then all thoughts of teasing, or even speaking, left her mind as Mason pulled out of her and waited, with just his cockhead in her entry and her body feeling so empty and unfulfilled she wanted to scream at them to keep moving.
She forced herself to remain relaxed and wait patiently. She absolutely knew that if she tried to encourage them to move they’d delay their response even longer. The solution was to seem oblivious to the need fizzing in her veins and to wait as patiently as she possibly could. That was going to be the fastest way to achieve what she wanted.
It was hard, though. She longed to slam her ass back on Mason’s cock and drive it deep into her ass, or to explain to them just how very empty she felt now that only one of them was inside her. But they knew. They’d done this before and understood exactly what they were taking her through. Wade and Mason were the Doms, and it was their knowledge of exactly how she’d feel at any given moment that made the scene so dramatic, nerve wracking, and, finally, fulfilling. So Adelaide bit her tongue and waited without speaking or moving.
They began to move again, Mason sliding back into her dark channel, filling her ass to bursting again, and Wade pulling out of her cunt until only his cockhead rested in her doorway. This time the wait seemed a little less long, although still long enough to make her grind her teeth at the delay.
She gripped Wade’s shoulders and let her fingernails dig into his flesh, but she left her head resting on Mason’s shoulder, liking the idea of touching both of them by her own free choice, not just because of the way they were sitting.
After a while they moved rhythmically, one pushing inside her as the other pulled out. There’d be a pause, and then they’d reverse the actions. It was easier for Adelaide to wait through the gap now. The rhythm soothed her and drew her in, appeasing her sense of need and urgency. Gradually they moved a little faster, and faster again, until there were no pauses, just the steady, rhythmic thrust and retreat of one and then the other. Gratefully she relaxed, sinking against their bodies, loving that they were doing all the work as she gloried in the intensity of their passion.
The two men were pumping harder now, their thighs pushing up against hers. Adelaide decided it was safe to become more involved. She was certain they wouldn’t stop or accuse her of going against their wishes. She wiggled her ass against Mason’s lap and sucked in her inner muscles, gripping their cocks in turn. Next Adelaide pressed her breasts into Wade’s chest, rubbing her nipples across his abs, and teasing him with their hard little points. She slid one hand up and down his side, loving the little dip at his hip, and stretched the other hand back to hold tightly to Mason’s sturdy, muscular thigh.
Their bodies were slick with sweat now, the scent of man and sex vying with the strong smell of burning wood. She loved the open fire scent of the cottage and had truly enjoyed their indoor cookout at lunchtime. It was almost like camping, but with a nice warm cottage to retreat into instead of a tent.
It was getting harder and harder for Adelaide to concentrate on anything except the cocks pounding in and out of her, the men holding her so securely, the orgasm rising harder and higher in her core.
“Fuck, yes,” she whispered as lights burst behind her closed eyelids, and the orgasm raced through her body, every bit as powerful and overwhelming as it had been the previous day. The men didn’t slow down at all, jackhammering into her until the bursts of heat in her cunt and her ass told her they’d come as well. She patted Wade’s shoulder and sank loosely back against Mason. “So good,” she murmured.
“It was damn good from here as well,” said Wade.
“Our pleasure,” added Mason.
“If you choose to join with us, it will always be this good. We give you our promise,” said Wade.
Adelaide opened her eyes and looked at his face, brushing her sweaty bangs off her forehead. “Join with you?”
“Mate us. Marry us and agree to be our woman and our sub forever.”
Forever?
Chapter Eight
Wade wasn’t sure that asking her now was a good idea, but the words had come out of his mouth, and it was done.
“I might need to think about that a bit.”
Damn!
“Why don’t you have a shower, and I’ll make us some coffee and build up the fire, and then we can talk properly. We’ll answer any questions you have,” said Mason.
Wade moved away from her and dealt with the condom and then watched as Adelaide walked into the bathroom, flipping her bangs off her face one more time as she went in that cute little way she had.
He kneeled down to build up the fire again, and Mason turned on the light in the kitchen area to begin making coffee. When the fire was burning high, Wade followed him over and looked in the refrigerator, pulling out some fruit, which he washed and put in a bowl, and then a bag of cookies. He took them over to the rug and left them near the fire. Mason s
et their coffees on the hearth to keep warm, just as Adelaide returned dressed in her jeans and T-shirt. Of course, she’d gotten undressed in the bathroom so her clothing was there. He was warm enough from the fire and felt no need to dress but had shrugged on a T-shirt anyway. Mason had pulled his jeans on, he noticed, so he stood up and copied him.
She sat cross-legged, staring into the fire, and Mason handed her a mug of coffee, which she cradled between her hands.
“You know we love you and want you to be with us, don’t you? You’re very special to us both,” he said.
“You like the BDSM and the cosplay. You get so hot and wet, and orgasm all over our cocks so beautifully, you have to be enjoying the games as much as we do,” said Mason.
Still looking down at her hands holding the coffee, Adelaide nodded. “Yes, I do like being with you, and I do like the dungeon and our games. This vacation has been very special to me as well. But there are still questions in my mind. I mean, how does this even work? I know there are triads at The Dom’s Dungeon, but it’s not even legal, is it?”
Wade raced in to argue, “It’s not illegal. We’re all over twenty-one and not breaking any laws or any vows.”
“More than that, The Supreme Alpha of North America has sanctioned both inter-species matings and the mating of one woman with several men. Because of the lack of female shape-shifters, he has made it legal for all werewolves in North America.”
“That makes it okay for you, Mason, but what about me?”
“What do you mean?” Wade didn’t understand. Hadn’t they just both told her it was approved?
“You’re both werewolves, so he’s like your president, right? But that doesn’t mean it’s legal for me. Except that it’s not specifically illegal.”
Now Wade understood. “If you agree to mate us, you become one of us. I mean, you don’t turn into a werewolf. That only happens if you’re born with the werewolf gene, which you weren’t. But you swear allegiance to our Alpha, and you become a member of our pack, the Maine Forest Pack.”
Mason continued the explanation. “The Alpha requires you to promise that you won’t knowingly expose the pack to danger and that you’ll obey any direct commands from him. He won’t interfere with your daily life. But very occasionally he asks us to do something for him, and he may do the same of you.”
“You already know we don’t talk about being shape-shifters in the human world. There’s still some hesitation about them in the hearts of some members of the public. Those ridiculously bad old movies have damaged our reputation in some people’s minds,” said Wade.
“You said I’d have to obey any direct commands from him. What sort of things has he asked you to do?” asked Adelaide.
“One of the kids ran away once. The kid caught a bus and ran out of money halfway to New York. We had to go bring him back. I was all set to handcuff him to Mason, but he was already regretting leaving home, and a double cheeseburger with extra fries had him begging to get into our car and return home.”
Adelaide laughed, and Wade relaxed. He really hoped she was ready to make the step to mate them. Maybe not tomorrow, but this week, so they could hold the ceremony here on their own pack lands.
“So the bottom line is, according to werewolf law, we’re married. But according to American law, we’re just friends with benefits or roommates or something like that?”
“That’s right. There’s just one thing more you need to know. In shape-shifter law, there’s no such thing as divorce. A mating is for life.” Wade watched her carefully as he said this. He knew he and Mason were willing to love and serve her forever. But how did she feel about it?
Adelaide sipped her coffee and looked down for a long time. “That’s what the human marriage ceremony says, isn’t it? ‘Till death do us part.’ Except half of all marriages end in divorce anyway. What happens if we fall out of love?”
“We make it work. We get help. We get a counselor. We sit and listen to each other. Many marriages go through rocky patches. Some people choose to work at it and fix it. Other people prefer to try again. Wolves work on it. We would never hurt you, Adelaide. You have our word of honor about that.” Mason’s voice was full of passion, and Wade couldn’t have expressed it any better if he’d tried. It was up to Adelaide now.
“I do love you, but I need to think some more. I also want to watch you in your wolf form. Can we put this topic on the back burner until tomorrow afternoon?”
Damn. It was going to be hard to wait that long.
“In that case I’d better eat a few cookies. I’m going to need the sugar to help me wait,” said Mason.
Wade grabbed some too. Yeah, if his mouth was full of cookie, he was less likely to say something stupid like, “Answer me now, dammit.”
* * * *
Mason loved being snuggled up in bed with Adelaide. In their apartment, he and Wade each had a room of their own. But here they not only shared the one room, they all shared the only bed. And it was heavenly to sleep with his face pressed into Adelaide’s sweet-smelling hair and his hand on her waist or hips and his fingers entwined with hers. He was not looking forward at all to the possibility she might say no. In fact, even if she said yes, he was going to hate not sleeping with her every night until she’d officially moved in with them.
He wasn’t stupid. He knew there’d be times when sleep was all she wanted to do. But being like this, with her next to him, was so much better than sleeping alone. Even if his balls turned blue and his dick ached like a bitch at not being allowed to fuck her, it was still way better than not being with her at all.
They slept late the next morning. Mason thought likely it was because they were all so relaxed and happy together. And then he remembered she wanted to see their wolf forms first. That was still a hurdle to be overcome. She’d shown no fear of them as people, so he hoped that if they took her gently through the experience with them she’d finally agree to mate them. She’d acted as if she was thinking it all through, not that she had some enormous barrier they needed to overcome. At least, he hoped that was correct.
The morning was bright and sunny, so they walked a little way from the cottage. There were no other homes nearby, and Mason knew the pack would give them privacy. Not that they especially needed it right now. The three of them walked to an area with fewer trees and more short grasses with a few wildflowers still in bloom. The soil here was rockier than in most of their land, which meant it was a good place for her to watch them play.
“Have you got any questions, Adelaide?” asked Wade.
“No, thank you. I’m ready to see you shift.”
He and Wade undressed, leaving their clothing beside her, then walked to the other side of the area where they’d stopped. Adelaide sat on a large, flat rock and waited.
Please please please let her like us.
He and Wade looked at each other and nodded. Mason thought wolf, and he transformed. Mason was a little shorter and a bit broader than Wade, and that meant in his wolf form, he was a stockier, more solid wolf. Also, he was brown, whereas Wade was pale. Not white like an Arctic wolf in his winter coat of fur, but a very light golden brown. Mason was just a regular brown wolf. But he didn’t think either of them looked the least bit fierce. More like regular, although rather large, dogs.
Mason stood completely still, staring at Adelaide. She hadn’t given any sign of fear, but she wasn’t running toward them to greet them either. He looked longingly at her face, wishing he could ask her how she felt about them.
Finally she spoke. “Why don’t you both run around and do whatever you’d normally do at a time like this?”
Normally he’d run to a specific place. When he transformed, it was usually to get some decent exercise, so he ran fast and hard, often for several miles. That would be of no use to Adelaide, as she wouldn’t see him at all. So, instead, he ran in and out of the bushes, jumped over rocks, and sniffed at the grasses and flowers.
Wade sprinted across the open space, back and forth several ti
mes, and then jumped onto Mason’s back. Immediately Mason rolled over, and he understood Wade’s intent. They rolled and chased each other like cubs, jumping and playing together as young wolves do for the next few minutes, careful to keep their teeth hidden. Adolescent wolves sometimes fought to be the top dog among the youth of the pack, but biting and fighting might frighten her, and he and Wade had long ago decided that cooperation was far more likely to grant them both success than any other behavior.
Slowly they approached Adelaide, stopping far enough away from her that if she wasn’t happy about them being near her she shouldn’t be scared. But she smiled and said, “Let me touch you. I’ve never touched a wild animal before.”
They lay down, one on either side of her, and Mason relaxed as she stroked his fur, working her fingers through to his muscles and massaging his back and shoulders. Damn, that felt nice.
“Thank you. I think I understand now, and I do accept you as you are.”
Mason changed back. “Are there any questions you’d like us to answer?”
“How do you feel when you’re a wolf? I mean, are you still you? Oh, that sounds silly, but I’m talking about that inner sense of self we all have, not about how your legs feel or what it’s like to have a tail to wag.”
Wade laughed and pulled his jeans back on. “Wagging a tail is fine, and the enhanced senses of sight and sound and smell are also amazing to experience. But my thought patterns don’t change. I still feel the same in my inner being as always.”
“It’s exactly the same with me,” said Mason. “Nothing has really changed. The things I like and that I want to do aren’t suddenly rearranged. I suppose you would say my soul, or my spirit, hasn’t altered with my shape. That makes sense if you really think about it. Think about the changes as you age. Growing older brings new experiences, new life skills, and new memories. But if winter has always been your favorite time of year, likely that won’t change.”
