When she slumped on the bed against Samson’s chest, her eyes were closed and her skin clammy with drying sweat. He withdrew from her body reluctantly, missing her tight heat immediately.
“I could stay buried inside you forever,” he said, caressing her limbs and positioning her more comfortably against Samson.
“We’d look peculiar in the supermarket if you did that,” she mumbled. She was smiling, but her eyes remained closed.
“Are you well, sweetheart? Did I hurt you?”
Her eyes snapped open and they were still a shining lavender color. “I feel wonderful, Jason. Sex is a wonderful thing.”
“It will only get better, kitten,” Samson said, caressing her damp hair.
“I think better would kill me,” Michael said with a groan. “You’re incredible, darlin’. We’re the luckiest men alive.” He kissed Bethany lightly, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.
Jason went to start the shower, but found the adjoining bathroom had an enormous corner bath. He decided that Bethany would probably benefit more from a warm bath, so he ran that instead.
He waited anxiously in the bathroom until the tub had filled. It hadn’t escaped his notice that Bethany hadn’t claimed him, as she had his brothers. He knew it was due to how badly he’d hurt her. Perhaps her cat would never trust him enough to want a claim on him.
He would just have to show her how committed he was to her. With that in mind, he went to get his mate.
* * * *
When Bethany finally released Michael from their kiss, they were both breathless.
“Are you sore, little kitten?” Samson said, massaging her back and shoulders with strong, sure strokes.
“A little,” she said. “I’m not used to”—Shit, this is embarrassing—“well, having sex.” Or talking about how sore my pussy and ass are. She could feel her face heating in a blush.
“Jason is running a bath for you. That will help,” Michael said.
At the mention of Jason’s name, her cat snarled loudly. It was the clearest she’d ever felt her cat, and she could easily feel that it was not happy. She screwed her eyes shut tight and concentrated, trying to discern what was wrong. She sensed frustration, but nothing else.
“Bath’s ready, sweetheart,” Jason said. Her eyes snapped open and she saw him standing at the end of the bed, his arms reaching for her.
“Mine.” She threw herself into his arms, wrapping herself tightly around him. He grasped her ass and moaned loudly as she sunk her teeth into the side of his neck. She got a large mouthful of his blood, and swallowed it all, the salty musk of him entering her body and infusing him into her every cell, and into her heart. Now her cat felt happy.
Jason held her tight against him and nipped at his own mark under her ear. It sent shivers across her skin, and made her tender pussy throb and ache.
“I love you so much, Bethany. Thank you.”
His smile was radiant, and he looked so fucking handsome. How did I get so lucky?
“What for?” She didn’t know what he was thanking her for. For having sex with him?
“I’m just really happy that you claimed me, too.”
“I claimed you?” Now she was confused.
“That’s what the biting was, darlin’,” Michael said, standing behind her and pushing his tall, muscled, and very naked body against her back.
God, these men felt so good. The swollen tissues of her sex clenched again, and she felt the evidence of her continued arousal slip from her in a gush.
Samson growled and stepped close to them. “It’s too soon for us to take you again, kitten. You’re testing us sorely.” He kissed her tenderly and led the way into the bathroom.
As she sat straddling Jason’s thighs in the warm bath, she sighed and rested her head against his solid chest. It felt like heaven to be in his arms, to feel his love for her pulsing through their bond like a living thing.
Samson and Michael sat close to her, stroking their hands over her body, their touch soothing and reassuring. She reached up to each of them and ran her fingers over the small marks she’d made on their necks.
They each shuddered under her touch and her pussy clenched in response. She was still a little tender, but the bath was helping. “Will they heal?” she said.
Jason squeezed her tight, his massive arms wrapped tight around her. “I don’t know, sweetheart.” He licked over his mark, making her tingle all over. “Our shifter DNA makes the marks we gave you permanent. While your ability to shift is latent, your DNA may still make ours permanent.”
“I don’t mind if you have to mark me every fucking day,” Michael said, kissing her deeply and making her toes curl. “It felt fantastic having your teeth in me.”
“Even though they’re small and puny,” Samson said, kissing her neck, “I felt well and truly claimed by my mate.”
She’d felt that way, too. When they’d bitten into her neck, she’d felt their claim on her, deep in her soul. She felt loved for the first time in her life and she felt as though she finally had a home. Her home was these three men. She closed her eyes as their soothing touches relaxed her, pushing her into sleep.
Chapter 21
Michael was startled awake by the blaring of a smoke alarm. Momentarily disorientated he looked around the room for Bethany. Finding both her and Samson gone, he raced toward the sound of the alarm and the thickening scent of smoke in the air.
In full military mode by the time he reached the kitchen seconds later, he saw Samson pull Bethany into his arms and run out the back door with her. He thanked God that she was safe.
Jason had been called out to see a patient in town some hours earlier. The fact that he wasn’t already in the kitchen indicated he hadn’t yet returned.
With Bethany safe, he surveyed the kitchen for the source of the smoke still filling the room. He chuckled to himself as he discovered the cause. She hadn’t been joking when she’d said she couldn’t cook.
On the stove was a ruined fry pan containing a blackened substance that he assumed used to be food. Coughing, he put the lid on the pan and used a cloth to carry the smoking pan outside.
“Oh God, are you all right?” Bethany said, throwing herself against his side.
“Easy, darlin’, this is still very hot.” He threw the pan onto the lawn where Samson now stood with the garden hose. The pan sizzled and smoked even more as the water cooled it.
“I wanted to cook you all breakfast. The toast caught fire and I didn’t know what to do.” She hugged Michael around the waist, burying her face in his chest. The acrid smell of smoke was thick in her hair, and his cat was less than pleased with it covering her delicious scent.
Samson bounded up the stairs and hugged her from behind. “Did you burn yourself?” he said, prying her hands from around Michael.
“Just a little. I’m so sorry.”
“Let me see,” Samson said, turning her around to face him. He sounded as anxious as Michael felt. “Where the fuck is Jason? We need him here to care for Bethany.”
“He’s on a call,” Michael said, he clasped Samson’s shoulder and gave him a little shake. “She’s fine, Samson. We can cope with a little burn.”
Samson didn’t look up from examining Bethany, but he sighed, his shoulders relaxing under Michael’s hand. “I was scared for you, kitten. When I smelt the smoke…”
She leaned against Samson’s chest and hugged him with her right arm. Michael noticed she’d put her left hand behind her back.
Gently turning her palm upwards, a snarl erupted from his lips. “Fuck, we need to run this under some water.” Her palm was red and blistered. He reached down to get his cell from his pocket, only then realizing he was still naked.
Samson took her hand from his and swore colorfully. While Samson carried Bethany to the sink and ran water over her hand, Michael opened all the windows and used the phone in the kitchen to call Jason.
“Jase says to put her hand in a basin of ice water. He�
��s on the way home now.”
* * * *
Bethany felt so lucky as she sat watching her men clear up the mess she’d accidentally made. I’ve met the nicest men in the world. After the morning she’d put them through, they were already laughing over her calamity.
She’d woken early, snuggled between Samson and Michael, with no memory of getting into bed. She didn’t recall anything after being in the warm bath. Noticing Jason’s absence, she’d felt a small prickle of anxiety and insecurity.
Samson had stirred as she’d wriggled from his arms and she’d whispered that she was going to the bathroom. After she’d freshened up, she’d pulled on Michael’s shirt and gone in search of Jason.
She’d found a note from him on the kitchen counter, right next to a pot of delicious-smelling coffee.
My Bethany, I hate not being there when you wake, but I had an emergency call in town. I love you, Jason xxx
Feeling extremely happy and reassured by this note, she’d wanted to make her men breakfast. Who knew making a toasted cheese sandwich would be so hard?
“I think we should ban you from cooking until Melanie has given you a few tips on the basics,” Jason said. He sat down next to her and pulled her onto his lap, his smile broad.
Samson and Michael both chuckled. They’d made a breakfast fit for a queen in the five minutes it had taken Jason to dress her hand.
“The army could use you as a weapon of mass destruction,” Michael said, placing the platter of bacon, eggs and toast on the table.
“We could plant you in the enemy’s kitchens,” Samson said, kissing her on the lips as he sat next to her.
A small giggle escaped her lips. “I could destroy a whole enemy camp just by making toast.”
“I’m sorry you were hurt, sweetheart.” Jason kissed her neck.
“It was a lovely gesture, kitten,” Samson said, “but your naked body next to us in bed is the only breakfast we need.”
The grin he gave her, and his glowing irises, left no room for misinterpretation. She felt her cheeks color as she imagined them having her for breakfast. She squirmed as her pussy clenched.
Her men all growled.
“What?” she said with feigned innocence. She remembered what Melanie had said about them being able to scent her arousal.
* * * *
Once they’d all eaten their fill, Samson swiftly cleared the dishes. His cock was hard and painful in his fatigues. The scent of their mate’s arousal was strong enough to drown out the lingering aroma of smoke, and it was driving him wild.
“I think we need to wash the scent of smoke off our delicious mate,” Samson said. “Can she have a bath if we keep her hand dry?”
Jason nuzzled into Bethany’s neck and growled, carrying her swiftly to their bedroom. Bethany’s laughter rang in the air behind them as Samson and Michael followed behind.
While Michael ran a bath and Jason wrapped Bethany’s hand in a plastic bag, Samson had the pleasure of stripping her, sampling her lips and breasts as he did.
“You taste good, kitten, even smoked!” Her laughter was a joy to the soul he hadn’t realized was so cold and empty.
“So do you,” she said, and gave a little growl as she climbed up his body and wrapped herself around him. “Your kisses make feel alive, Samson.”
Releasing his hold on her naked ass, he undid the button of his fatigues, pulled down the zip and stepped out of them as they fell to the floor.
Kissing her hard, he pushed his tongue deep into her mouth as he walked to the bath and lowered them both into the warm water.
His cock was positioned perfectly, and with one thrust of his pelvis, he drove deep into her pussy. She was so wet, his cock sliding smoothly to the hilt in one stroke.
“Yes,” she breathed into their kiss.
She rocked against him, grinding her clit against his pubic bone. He took up her rhythm and ground against her on every upstroke. She gripped his shoulders and kissed him harder, her tongue stroking along his.
“You like my cock deep inside you, Bethany?”
“Yes,” she said, the walls of her pussy fluttering against him. He wouldn’t last, she felt too good.
The water rose as Michael joined them in the bath. Samson grasped her ass cheeks and pulled her tighter against him, exposing her tight asshole for Michael.
Samson felt her grow tense. “I’m just stretching you, darlin,” Michael said. “You have the sexiest ass. I can’t wait to take you here.”
She screamed, her pussy tight and pulsing around him. He let go of his control and pounded into her, once, twice, and then he came, his orgasm dimming his vision and making his head pound.
“Jesus,” he said, kissing her reverently and caressing her back as she shuddered with the last pulses of her release.
* * * *
Jason was in pain. Watching Samson make love to Bethany had his cock hard and throbbing in his fatigues.
“Let’s get you washed, darlin’,” Michael said. “I can’t wait much longer to be inside you.”
“You read my mind,” Jason said, handing Michael the shampoo. They washed her hair and body thoroughly, but quickly, before Jason plucked her from the bath and dried her.
Jason carried her small, towel-wrapped body to the bed. “Now I can unwrap you like the gift you are, Bethany.”
“I was a little scared when you weren’t there this morning.” She reached for him, but he pulled back, removing his clothes.
“I told you, love, no more running.” Pulling her ass to the edge of the bed, he knelt between her thighs. “It will take time, but you will trust me.”
“I found your note. It was lovely.”
Caressing up the inside of her thighs, he parted them slowly. “I meant it, Bethany. I love you.”
Lowering his head, he gently nipped her inner thighs, causing her to wriggle and laugh.
“Our mate is ticklish,” Michael said, lying on the bed beside Bethany. He used a hand to still her hips and kissed a path from her navel upwards.
Jason’s cock twitched and throbbed as the room filled with the scent of Bethany’s leaking juices. He licked those juices gently off the lips of her pussy.
“Ambrosia,” he said, humming at the taste of her.
Circling her clitoris with his tongue, he hummed again, eliciting a fresh gush of cream as she moaned and bucked her hips.
Samson joined them, and laid on her other side, adding his hand to her bucking pelvis. He lowered his head to lick and suck Bethany’s nipple.
“I’d never shared a lover with my brothers before you,” Jason said. “I’m finding it’s very arousing watching them tease your sweet pink nipples with their mouths. Listening to your cries of pleasure.”
He sucked gently on her clitoris, before thrusting his tongue deep into her. She tightened and swelled around his tongue as he fucked her with it, lapping up her juices.
Needing to watch her orgasm, he replaced his tongue with his fingers and stroked them into her as he watched her peak.
While she was still in the throes of her orgasm, Michael rolled her on top of him and pumped into her, prolonging her orgasm with slow thrusts of his cock.
Samson reached for the lube in the bedside draw and threw it to him. He may be new to ménage sex, but he didn’t need to be told what to do next.
As Samson knelt next to Bethany’s mouth, she reached for his straining cock and placed in between her lips with a purr. That purr had his cat howling with need to join them.
He squirted some lube onto his hand and stroked his painfully engorged cock.
“I’m getting my cock ready for your tight ass, Bethany. I’ll stretch you first, my love, but I’m going to take this sexy ass.” Michael shifted his grip from her hips to her buttocks, spreading her wide for him.
“Yes.” Her husky plea was muffled by Samson’s cock.
“A little cold, sweetheart,” he said, rubbing his slicked fingers over the tight opening of her virgin ass.
Moaning,
she pushed up to meet him, his fingers slipping through the tight muscles.
“Hurry, Jason, I need you with us,” she said, stroking Samson’s cock with her hand.
“I won’t hurt you, Bethany,” Jason said, his cock pulsing with the need for release. “Jesus, I could come just imagining being inside you.”
Michael stilled his thrusts as Jason massaged her tight ass, feeling the muscles soften and relax around his fingers. “Hurry, Jase. Our sexy minx has got me right on the edge.”
Jason removed his fingers and kissed his way up Bethany’s spine, his cock positioned at her anus.
“You’re mine,” he said, and flexed his hips. A loud growl tore from his throat as his lubed shaft slid deep into her ass on one smooth stroke.
Bethany moaned around Samson’s cock, and pushed up to impale him deeper still. The tight walls of her ass were a sweet torture. Michael began to move and Jason could feel the walls of her pussy vibrate with her building orgasm.
“Push in when I pull out,” Michael said with a strained groan. His instruction shook Jason out of his haze, and he joined with Michael and Bethany in their carnal dance.
“This is how it was meant to be,” Samson said, his hands supporting Bethany’s head as stroked into her mouth. “You’re ours, kitten. Forever.”
This joining felt natural. He felt complete. Never had anything in his life made him feel so centered and whole.
Samson roared as he came and then withdrew from Bethany’s mouth. Michael’s thrusting increased in pace and strength, and Jason followed his tempo, his own orgasm building swiftly.
“Our turn, love,” Michael said, biting into his mark on Bethany’s neck. It immediately ignited her release. Her tight walls clamped down on him, gripping him like a fist and sending him straight over the edge with her. He and Michael roared in unison, the windows rattling. Bethany’s climax milked his cock as he shot wave after wave of his seed deep into her ass.
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