by Marla Monroe
He and Beau had discussed it already, making sure they had everything in easy reach so when the time was right, they didn’t have to stop what they were doing in order to prepare her for their cocks. The fact that she’d asked them both to take her together so soon went a long way in soothing his cat, who’d been fussing for him to mate her and be done with it. The cat didn’t see why they needed to woo the female. They claimed and that was that.
Her clit stood out from its hood as he circled it with just the tip of his tongue, and then he blew on it, watching as it retracted for an instant before returning for more. He ran his raspy tongue over it and moaned as his mate closed her legs tighter around him.
“God! Beau, Gaston. It’s so good.” Her breathy cries had his cock twitching again.
He slipped a finger inside her wet pussy and marveled at how her flesh seemed to suck at him. He pumped it in and out a few times before adding a second finger. She moaned as he thrust them in and out at the same time he sucked on her hard clit. She bucked against him so that he had to put his hand on her pelvis to keep her still for his attentions. The wild noises she made had his balls tightening as if he was about to shoot his load.
Gaston continued thrusting in and out with his fingers while he sucked harder on her clit until Shayla screamed, digging her fingers into the bed sheets as she came. He rode her through it before slowly backing off until she calmed. When her eyes opened to watch him, he sucked his fingers into his mouth, licking every drop of her cum from his fingers with a smile. Nothing had ever tasted better than the pleasure of his mate. He knew nothing ever would.
Chapter Eleven
So good. Shayla hummed to herself as she settled from the best orgasm she’d ever had. Since the last one they’d given her had been the best one she’d ever had, it only stood to reason the next one would be even better. The sight of Gaston licking her juices from his fingers had her pussy clenching and the banked fire of her desire flaming up once again. What was it about these men that she couldn’t seem to get enough of them?
Beau had played with her breasts as if he couldn’t bear to let go of them. His big hands had squeezed and mounded them while he licked and nipped at them, not just her nipples, but the entire breast. She was sure she’d have bite marks all over but didn’t care. Each one had driven her higher and higher until everything had culminated in the best orgasm of her life. Even now he held one breast in his hand as he lay next to her while she slowly drifted down from the high she’d been riding.
“You are so beautiful, boo. I love seeing my marks on you,” Beau said as he absently rubbed on her still-distended nipple.
“Come here, cher. Ride me,” Gaston said, rolling her over on top of him.
She giggled as she ended up straddling his hips, spreading her thighs wide to manage it. She teased them both by rubbing her wet pussy back and forth over his engorged cock. Each time the bulbous head rubbed over her clit, she moaned and ground harder against him. It wasn’t long until he was bucking beneath her, pressing the hard ridge of his dick against her throbbing clit. It was too much and not nearly enough. She wanted him inside of her. She needed them both to take her and make her theirs. She didn’t know when she’d decided that, but she had.
“Enough, Shayla. If I don’t get inside of you now, I’ll shoot off like an inexperienced cub.” Gaston stilled her then lifted her by the hips, and when she grasped his cock to line it up with her slit, he carefully lowered her so that the head of his cock slowly breached her needy cunt.
It was so good. She couldn’t stop the gasp of pleasure as his thick shaft slowly stretched her until he was fully seated all the way to his balls and bumping her cervix. It felt as if he’d thickened since the last time he’d been inside of her. She swore she could feel every bump and distended vein as it moved along her swollen tissues.
“Fuck! You’re tight. Hot, wet, and so damn good, cher. So good,” he said in his growly voice.
He lifted her up then let her slide back down several times before he stopped her, pulling her against his chest and holding her there. The loud beating of his heart next to her ear was comforting. She wanted this more than anything but was still a little scared and nervous. She’d never had anal sex before and had always heard that it hurt. Shayla didn’t care if it did. She would endure anything to have her men and be a part of their pride—their family.
Gaston ran one hand up and down her back, whispering something to her in his Cajun French accent that sounded like music to her ears. She slowly relaxed and enjoyed the warmth of his chest and the security of his arms around her. She knew they would never knowingly hurt her, and she trusted them. Maybe she was a fool to when she had only known them for a short time, but she did.
Something cold dripped down the crack of her ass. She jerked in reaction but quickly settled in Gaston’s arms once again. The steady beat of his heart calmed her jittery nerves until her heart beat almost perfectly in rhythm.
“Easy, cher. Just de cold lube. Beau gonna take good care of you and make sure you are ready to take his cock.” Gaston’s Cajun accent had thickened as his arousal flexed inside of her tight cunt.
More of the cold substance joined the first, and Beau slowly spread it down her crack to her back hole. He dragged his finger down over and over before slowly pressing inward. Surprisingly, it eased inside of her without much trouble. More lube and a second finger proved to be more of a challenge for both of them.
“Oh, God!” she moaned as Beau breached her tight ass with two fingers.
The pinch and slight burn was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. She could do this. Maybe. As he slowly pushed the two fingers deeper, something changed about it. A warm fullness had her catching her breath. Shayla couldn’t decide if it hurt or felt damn good.
“Boo, so pretty. Your little hole is so tight and hot on my fingers. I love seeing you take them like this. Can’t wait to bury my cock deep inside this tight, hot ass,” Beau crooned to her.
More lube coated her crack as Beau patiently worked it into her already overly stretched back hole. The more he speared her with his two fingers, the more intense the tingles got as he pumped in and out of the dark hole. Pressure started building when he added a third finger. Now the slow burn that had backed off began to build again, more intense and slightly sharper.
“Holy hell, frère! She’s already tight enough to strangle my cock. This isn’t going to last long once you get in that ass,” Gaston hissed out.
“Sweet Shayla, you test our endurance. We don’t have a chance in hell of lasting inside your tempting body,” Beau crooned as he pumped his fingers in and out, stretching her and adding more lube as he did.
She needed more. The burn had blossomed into craving. She didn’t know what she wanted, but she needed it desperately. Her nails raked the covers on either side of Beau’s shoulders. He held her to his chest, stroking her back, pulling her ass cheeks apart and kneading them with his big, callused hands.
“She’s ready.” Beau’s fingers slowly slipped out of her ass before she felt even more lube then the blunt, spongy head of Beau’s dick against her virgin back hole.
Gaston wrapped his arms around her body and held her tightly to his chest as his brother slowly pressed against the tight ring that resisted his efforts. She wished she could see Beau’s face, because Gaston’s face was a study in strained concentration with his eyes squeezed shut and his lips stretched back from his teeth, a silent grimace of near pain.
Shayla tried to relax, laying her head back down on Gaston’s hard chest. The pressure of Beau pushing against her entrance was almost more than she could handle, the burn and pinch more pronounced than it had been with even three fingers in her ass seconds before. His dick was thicker than them, though. As his fingers squeezed her ass cheeks apart, she gasped when his cock finally pushed through the resistant ring and tunneled deeper into her ass.
“Oh, God! So full! I can’t breathe,” she said in a near whimper.
“Hold on, cher. It
will be so good. Fuck! You’re squeezing my dick so hard,” Beau cursed.
“Then move! Do something. I can’t breathe. I’m so full!” she all but screamed.
They slowly rocked in and out of her. First Beau pulled back, then Gaston, with Beau surging forward—in and out, back and forth, alternating, so that she was never without one of them so deep inside of her she swore she could taste them on her tongue. The friction hurt so damn good she wanted to scream, but she couldn’t get anything out of her throat other than a low moan as something built deep within her. It grew and expanded until she thought it would surely destroy her in the end.
Beau lifted her off of Gaston and back onto him, and then Gaston pulled her back down to him as Beau pulled back. The rhythm was everything as the climax built inside of her. Every nerve ending in her widely stretched ass and her hot, wet cunt vibrated with the tension. They slowly moved faster and faster, their own desperation starting to match hers as she moaned between them.
Just when she was sure she’d die, Beau adjusted his angle so that every time he pulled out, shoving her down on his brother’s hard dick, she ground her clit against his pelvis, rubbing it perfectly so that her orgasm roared to the front and then washed over her like a tidal wave of sensation.
“Yes!” she screamed then wordlessly opened and closed her mouth, digging her nails into Gaston’s shoulders as the climax took her breath then exploded behind her eyelids when she squeezed them shut. Bright colors swirled there as the roaring in her ears replaced everything, including her thoughts.
Both men leaned toward her shoulders. Theoretically she knew what they planned to do, but reality was an entirely different thing. They both licked either side of her neck at its juncture with her shoulder. The simultaneous sensations made even more real by the raspy quality of their tongues slowly sank in, making it real to her. She started to pull away, but it was too late. They struck, biting deep. The pain was fleeting as it slowly altered to something entirely opposite and different. Pain became pleasure even as the discomfort and fear became trust and excitement. Her excitement turned into something darker still—arousal and demand. She wanted more. She wanted it all.
They gave it to her. They pounded into over and over until that perfect rhythm disintegrated and slipped away. Now there was only need and the race for completion. Sometimes she had them both inside of her at once, stealing her breath and ability to make sounds, and then she’d be entirely empty, frantically searching for them and the feeling that had been building again. It was during this that she finally tumbled into pure bliss, the pinnacle of pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known before.
For long moments it felt as if time stood still and nothing touched her. No sound breached the soft roaring in her ears, and her strength fled so that she couldn’t even manage to open her eyes. Somewhere in the middle of her mind-blowing climax, the two brothers had come, shooting her pussy and ass full of their seed. She vaguely remembered hearing distant shouts and feeling scorching heat fill her orifices, but more than that and she drew a blank. Now, when she could feel them slowly slipping from her body and the sticky fluids dripping down the inside of her thigh, Shayla was positive that they’d climaxed, as well. She hadn’t really doubted it, but the proof was there between her legs.
“Sweet cher,” Gaston began. “You’ve given us the greatest gift we could ever receive. You’ve given us your body and soul and heart as our mate.”
“We will care for you and protect you, mate of our heart and soul. You will never have to go without, and we will do everything in our power to make you happy,” Beau told her.
“I am happy. You’ve both given me that and helped me to smile again. It’s been a long time, and I’d almost forgotten how good it feels. Thank you both with all my heart.” Shayla lay between them on the bed but was able to snag first Beau’s head for a kiss then Gaston’s.
They both squeezed her within an inch of her life, sucking then licking their respective bite marks and purring as they did. It made her want to bite them. She wanted to talk to them about it, but now wasn’t the best time. What would they think if she told them she wanted to mark them like they had marked her? She wanted the world to know they belonged to her. Okay, maybe not the world—just the female population. Would they chuckle at her and shake their heads, or would they say absolutely not? The idea that they might not want to wear her marks saddened her a little.
“What is it, boo? Why do you look as if you’ve lost your best friend?” Beau asked as he brushed her hair away from her face.
“It’s nothing,” she finally answered.
He shook his head. “Don’t lie to us, Shayla. We’re your mates. Besides, you can’t pull it off with the way your face heats up so easily.”
Shayla frowned then stuck her tongue out at him. She couldn’t help that she blushed so easily. She would keep her thoughts about biting them to herself. There was no need to embarrass herself any more than she already had.
“Don’t hold back, cher. There should be no secrets between us. Mates don’t keep secrets from each other. One will always know when another is doing so. It’s part of the connection we feel.” Gaston kissed her lightly on the lips before she could answer him.
“So, what is it that has you blushing and looking so uneasy?” he asked.
“What if I wanted to mark you and Beau? Bite you like you bit me?” she asked, looking anywhere but at one of them.
They were both silent for long seconds. Heat crawled up her neck to her face once again. Despair along with disappointment caught her off guard. She hadn’t expected them to agree, but she hadn’t expected for them to clam up either.
“You want to put your mark on us, claiming us as yours?” Gaston finally asked, his face carefully neutral.
“Yeah, but I can tell you’re not too keen on that idea. Just forget I said anything.” She started to sit up so she could take a shower.
“Wait,” Beau said. “Where are you going?”
“To take a shower and get dressed. I know you two have to be hungry. It’s getting late,” she told them.
“Shayla. You’ve shocked us. No female has ever cared if their male wore their mark or not. Sometimes the males are marked up during sex, but it isn’t a claiming mark,” Gaston told her. “I’d love for you to mark us. Do you think you could control whatever part of your animal you hold in order to lower your teeth?”
“I–I don’t know. I hadn’t really thought about it that far. I just had this urge to mark you, to make sure everyone knew that you belonged to me.”
“I will wear your claiming mark with pride, Shayla. I belong to you just as much as you belong to us,” Beau told her, snuggling against her side.
“Really?” she asked, not quite sure if she believed them.
“Really, boo. You are the most important person in my life. I would do anything to make you happy. It just so happens that this makes me happy, too.” Beau grinned at her.
“The next time we make love, you shall mark us. Doesn’t matter if we are all three together or if there is just one of us with you,” Gaston told her. “Neither of us will be upset if one of us receives your mark before the other.”
“Notice he didn’t say we wouldn’t be jealous,” Beau pointed out with a mischievous grin on his handsome face. “Because we will be jealous, just not upset.”
“In fact,” Gaston said, smiling across her at his brother, “she’s already marked me once.” He pointed to the scratch marks she’d made in his shoulders when she’d been going wild between them.
Beau growled next to her ear. “I want your nails on my back when I bury my dick balls-deep inside your hot pussy.”
Even though it had been less than thirty minutes since they’d taken her, Shayla felt her pussy grow wet with her desire, and the tingling of her nipples reminded her how much she loved it when Beau sucked on them. The little nips he gave her had her writhing in no time. She couldn’t wait to feel that again.
Was that her whimpering
just from his dirty words? Shayla wanted to hide her head in shame. Gaston just smiled and pulled her over on top of him.
“You’re so cute when you blush, cher. Don’t ever stop doing that for us.” Gaston ran his nose down her throat and across her shoulder.
They snuggled and she basked in their warmth, relishing the way they cuddled around her, stroking her skin with their callused fingers. She realized in that moment how much she appreciated their easy acceptance of her. She wasn’t a shifter, yet they still wanted her as their mate. She had ended up being some type of freak that could partially shift, yet they hadn’t turned away from her then either. It gave her a since of freedom to be who she was despite that it was different from them.
And in that moment of pure happiness, darkness oozed in to taint that happy emotion she’d just gotten used to. Would they still feel the same way about her if they knew her secret—that she’d been partly to blame for her best friend’s death? Even her other friends didn’t know her secret.
They had all wanted Lisette to leave her gris-gris back in the room instead of wearing it that night. The only difference had been that they were afraid it might get lost at the bar where they were going, whereas Shayla had been embarrassed at her wearing it everywhere. It spooked her and looked weird. She’d never liked it and thought Lisette’s obsession with wearing it all the time and the reason she did was weird. It had been a bone of contention between them. In fact, she’d thrown such a fit that night before they left that Lisette had left it at home on the dresser despite having a bad feeling. Now Shayla had to live with that guilt the rest of her life. She was sure if Lisette had been wearing the gris-gris, nothing would have happened to her.
The guys seemed to pick up on her unease and the trip down memory lane. Gaston sat up and leaned back against the headboard before pulling her up to sit next to him. Beau turned on his side and propped his head on one hand to watch with a frown drawing his brows together.
