by Shae Shannon
Suddenly her mind started to spin out of control. She had begun to get lost in the cyclone of thoughts slamming into her mind when she felt a void in her freshly tender mouth. Aiden had moved back from her and was gently stroking her hair. His whispers didn’t register, but the soothing sound eased the catastrophic storm that had begun to brew in her head. Slowly, she eased out of the confusion and back into the moment. Her eyes zoned in on two concerned looks that were shadowing down on her. “We lost you for a minute, bruxa. Are you okay?” Brandon feathered her cheek with soft and sensual kisses.
She erased all traces of any thoughts and emotions that were not connected to the way her body was at the edge of a cliff, trembling and begging to dive over the edge. “Yes, I am now. I won’t be for long if I don’t have you both now…hard, rough, and ferociously.” She glared at them both, giving her “come and get it” look. After a few words in a foreign tongue, the lights dimmed and the array of candles that surrounded the bed lit. With a wave in a circular motion, a bottle of lube came to rest in one hand.
“I do believe she is ready, don’t you, Aiden?” His right eyebrow was arched in a mimic of “The Rock, Dwayne Johnson” style.
“She is. I don’t know how she turned the ropes on us, because she is not supposed to be calling the shots. I guess we can let it slide this time. Next time, sweet Giselle, no amount of hocus-pocus will get you out of the punishment I have in store for you. I will make sure you can’t flip the roles on me. Brandon, what do you think we should do with our naughty girl?”
In keeping with his previous impression, he gripped an invisible microphone, and in a loud tone, said, “Can you smelllllll what the Rock is cookin’! Oh yes, I do believe I know how we handle this wildcat. Aiden, if you don’t mind, please lie on your back. Giselle, straddle him.”
She hesitated. Her eyes darted at first one then the other, rocking back and forth, obviously waiting for more explanation. A low, commanding rumble came from deep within Brandon. “Now, Giselle.” The simply stated order had her jumping. Her mouth opened to protest but snapped shut instantly. She moved over the top of Aiden, who lay with his hands perched behind his head. A small twitch of muscles gave away the amusement he appeared to be finding in the situation.
She scooted down to sit her pussy directly on his fully erect cock. Her eyes narrowed as she clenched in a few Kegel exercises, making her lips kiss his shaft. His reaction came in the form of a large hand yanking her flush against his chest. “You are killing me, woman. Put my cock in that sweet cunt.”
She reached between their bodies and rubbed the large head against her saturated folds. A deep, distant-like howl rang from the center of Aiden’s chest. “Put me inside you, Giselle, now!” The gruffness in his tone sent shivers up her spine. She twitched and shook. A huge hand slid up her ass to her lower back. Brandon steadied her and guided her to hover over Aiden’s cock. Aiden took his hands and attached them at her hips. His large, strong fingers bit into her flesh. The roughness and virile dominance shook her to the core. She was a bubbling active volcano threatening to erupt. Never in her life had she felt so worked up and needy. No man had ever stirred the desires she had buried deep within her. Her wild and forbidden side was drawing to the surface. She slammed down on Aiden’s enormous, hard dick, taking it all the way in. She sat rocked forward, allowing herself time to adjust to his large size. Her head lolled back in satisfaction, and soft, sensual whimpers slipped out of her lush lips. The hand on her back smoothed up and down, gradually leaning her against the firm, defined muscled wall of Aiden’s chest. Her extra sensitive nipples scraped against him, sending volts of electricity straight to her pussy. She clenched around him, earning herself a few thrusts in and out of her soaked tunnel. She ground down on him, rolling her hips in small circles to touch the delightful, sensual hidden spot deep within.
Brandon’s hand stopped the light caressing, and without warning, a burning sting sliced against the side of her ass cheek. She gasped. The smack vibrated through to her cunt, sending a gush of moisture to coat Aiden’s dick. He shoved upward rapidly and pulled her hips down to meet each stroke. She broke out in a sheer sweat. “Yes! Oh fuck! You feel so good, Aiden!” She was falling so deeply into the caverns of pleasure that she didn’t notice the gel being applied to her back hole. She flinched and stiffened when pressure pushed against it.
“Easy, love. I want you to listen to me and do exactly what I say. When I tell you, I want you to push against me. You will still feel a sting and pain at first, but it will quickly go away and turn to pleasure. Aiden, get her mind off of my cock sliding in her ass.”
“I think she will like the bite of pleasure-pain, Brandon. Go easy at first. I guarantee you that she will be begging for more.” Before he finished his sentence, he held her hips in his grip and began fucking her hard. She was so lost in the clouds of serenity she didn’t feel Brandon working in her ass. When he broke through the tight ring, she yelped. “Okay, Giselle, push against me.” She did. Between Aiden’s attack on her needy pussy and the slow glide of Brandon entering her virgin ass, she fought back the peaking orgasm that threatened to consume her.
He was fully seated in her back entrance. She could feel both cocks pressing against each other through the thin wall that separated the two. When they began to move, she screamed. One would pull out as the other shoved in. They worked in perfect harmony. She felt a void as one exited, but the expertly synced motions sent her breathing into harsh panting. Giselle could feel herself sinking into the barriers of a wonderful subspace. Each and every nerve ending in her began to zap with sensations. She could feel the muscles of each man flex and tense as they seesawed in and out of her holes. Time seemed to stand still, and sounds dulled to a muffled hum as she floated effortlessly in her euphoric universe. Her screams echoed through the room, driving each man higher and higher. In midthrust, they changed their rhythm and both entered and pulled out of her slick channels at the same time before ramming back into her together all the way in a harsh pump. The abrupt transition slammed Giselle into the walls of orgasm. Her muscles suddenly constricted. An ear-piercing scream cut through the air. Both holes began to contract, milking the engorged rods, causing them to piston in and out frantically. She flopped between the muscled walls of both men in erratic jerks as her center combusted into cosmic explosions. She traveled down the slope of bliss, riding the sled of orgasm through each bone-rattling quake. Aiden began pounding into her strangling sex, grunting and yelping with each dip. She felt Brandon do the same, slamming into her ass with desperation. The strength of each thrust kept her floating on a never-ending orgasm. She couldn’t do anything but roll over and over in an entranced delirium.
She sensed Brandon cresting first. He gripped her waist with an ironclad vise to steady her while he sped his movements and deepened each stab with urgency. Just before he blew, Aiden joined in on the reckless urgency. Her body kept squeezing and sucking them with each jerk of orgasm. Without any further notification, both men growled at the same time, sending the remainder of electrifying thrusting punches against every nerve in her being.
She felt them simultaneously explode, filling her with their seed. They continued moving in her, carrying her orgasm on and on until she finally collapsed between their bodies, exhausted and paralyzed from total and complete satisfaction. After holding her sandwiched between the protective barriers of their embrace, they carefully rolled her to lie between them on the bed. Her eyes were still heavily hooded and glazed as she tried to focus on the world around her. No words were spoken, only a few soft, content hums and a soothing, soft purr.
Aiden was the first to move, pulling his hand up to gently brush the sweat-soaked strands of hair off of her face and neck. Her eyes shut, and a soft, gentle smile spread across her flushed features.
Brandon feathered kisses along the back of her neck and down her shoulder. They continued their gentle caresses and affection until she finally emerged from the wonderful, mind-blowing dreamy state she had dis
covered with the help of her two lovers. Her heart grew and warmed to the feel of them surrounding her, and instantly she knew this was where she was destined to be. She wanted to express her newfound feelings but knew it would be best to wait until they hadn’t just rocked the earth off its axis in the throes of passion. After rolling over in her mind the pros and cons of accepting what the universe had lined in her fate, she had no clue how to make this all work. Screw it. I can figure it out tomorrow. Right now I want to enjoy being the middle of this sexy, hunk o’ man meat sandwich. She perched up on her elbow and leaned over Aiden. “Thank you, for showing me the wonderful place you guys took me to. It was unbelievable.” Her lips came down in a possessive marking, pouring her emotions into the simple gesture. When she pulled away, her breath hitched, and she left him with the slightest flash of desire swirling in the emerald pools of his eyes.
The sound of a fake cough snapped her attention, and she rolled to confront the source. She busted out laughing at the childish pout Brandon sported. “Aw, don’t be upset, my big bad putty tat. I was planning on giving you your thanks, too.” She slowly lowered her face to hover just above his. She made sure she was in distance that the warmth of her breath would tickle his stuck out lips.
He narrowed his eyes in a taunting gesture. “Don’t tease me, little lady. It so happens that this big bad putty tat will spank that pirdy ass and take my kisses.” The muscles in his face twisted his mouth into a mischievous, devilish, toothy grin. He watched as a flash of defiance reflected in the deep brown of her eyes before she traced the tip of her tongue teasingly along the seam of his lips. She had no idea what or how, but in the blink of an eye she was flat on her stomach, her arms pinned down by the strong shackles of Aiden’s hands. Brandon had her legs pinned with his knees, and he landed five fast swats against her bare, exposed skin. She yelped in surprise, and from the stings that turned her derrière a rosy pink. Brandon ran his hand up her slit, confirming his suspicions. “Aiden, I do believe I have found how to keep our girl out of trouble. She may be stubborn, but her body responds well to punishment. She is dripping sweet cream already.”
“And she can hear you. You guys have got to quit talking about me like I am not in the damn room with you.”
Brandon and Aiden both chuckled. “We have to discuss you, love. Some conversations are about you, and not to you. Now quit getting lippy before I have Brandon make sure there isn’t a spot left on that ass that isn’t a deep pink. Until he gets his kisses, you may be stuck in this position for awhile. I, for one, find this view to be superb.”
“This is ridiculous. You can’t bend me over and spank me when you don’t get your way. I will turn you both into toads if you don’t let me up now.” She wiggled her nose in a poor imitation of Samantha on Bewitched. Both men laughed. Her antics must have worked, because Brandon flipped her on her back and smashed his hard, naked body against hers. He caged her head with his forearms and turned her teasing methods on her. The tip of his hot tongue traced the seam of her lips, demanding entry. She pursed her mouth tightly, unwilling to give in to their bullying. He emitted a soft purr and nuzzled her chin with the side of his face. Her body began to respond with moisture pooling in her sore and swollen sex. Her nipples tightened into hard pebbles under the weight of his masculine chest. I try to establish boundaries with these two and my own damn body joins up with the opposing team. You go and get dick, well, good dick, and now you swoon at a simple animalistic noise. How the hell will I ever be able to go camping or to a zoo? Am I going to go all gooey every time some woodland creature sounds off? A loud humph blasted through her twisted mouth. Frustration morphed her soft feminine face into a crumpled, irritated scowl.
Brandon took her disgruntled vocalization as a window of opportunity and invaded her mouth. She attempted to fight him off, but he melted every barrier she used to hold him at bay. He tangled his tongue with hers, dragging her into the dark, seductive place of arousal. Her body arched into his, responding to him like a puppet. He eased the heat down slowly, steadying her before breaking his hungry mouth from hers. “You are just a glutton for punishment, love. I can’t wait for round two, but I want you to rest some. I don’t want to hurt you, and I know that you are tender.” He carefully rolled off of her, smoothing his hand along her silky breasts and abdomen. Her eyes were heavy once again as the gorgeous pinkness of arousal warmed her glowing face.
A soft chuckle drew his attention to Aiden, who seemed to be enjoying watching them. He moved his hand over the other side of her body, keeping her aware of his presence as well. She was minutes away from slumber as she lay wedged in between them in a cozy cocoon. Her eyes fought to stay open, but her lips arched into a look of pure contentment. In what appeared to be her last drop of energy, she yanked Aiden’s arms around her and rolled into the crook of Brandon’s arm, using him as a pillow. She waved her arm in the air in a couple figure eights, and the comforter landed on top of them. Her instant snores confirmed their suspicions.
“Do you think she will accept fate and mate us?” Curiosity laced with the slight tone of fear radiated out to Aiden.
“I know she feels it. I can see it in her. I can see and hear her pull to us. She was close to confessing her feelings earlier. For some reason something drifted into her intimate thoughts and clouded her reasoning. The look of frustration she had before you kissed her senseless made it evident she was fighting an inner battle.” Aiden sighed. “We are going to have to take it slow and easy. She is fragile under her stubborn, independent shell. She needs us to show her we will protect not just her but her heart, too.”
Brandon rubbed his brow. “Yeah, I agree. So, what is the next step? I doubt she will be too fond of us packing her up and moving her into a larger room for all of us today. But I damn sure don’t want to leave her either.”
“We aren’t leaving this bedroom until she is our mate and has accepted the future we have together. Get comfortable, buddy, we may just end up locked in here for awhile knowing how strong willed our little witchy poo can be.” He glanced down at their sleeping beauty and back at Brandon. “She is truly something special. Thank you for making me come to my senses. I owe you. We work well together, cat. And, I am glad that you are the one destiny chose for me to share her with.”
Brandon’s eyebrows arched up in amusement and surprise. “First off, we need food. Second, I knew that you just needed a jolt. Don’t go getting all sensitive on me just because we blew the hardest wads we have ever experienced.” His features morphed into the biggest grin Aiden had ever seen. “All joking aside, I am glad that it is you also.” Both men gradually drifted into a peaceful slumber wrapped around Giselle.
Chapter 8
The early morning light peeked through the curtains. Aiden awoke first and carefully slid out of bed undetected. He threw on his clothes and went to fetch breakfast and coffee. When he returned, Brandon was beginning to stir.
Brandon maneuvered from under Giselle gently and rolled out of bed. After a quick trip to the bathroom, he walked over to examine the breakfast menu Aiden had fetched. “Thanks for fetching breakfast, bro. I am starved.” He waited to see the reaction he would get out of the corner of his eye. Aiden obviously didn’t pick up on his innuendo and dug in the bag of containers, making his plate instead.
“Heh. Aiden, the wolf shifter, fetched breakfast. Irony.” Brandon snorted, gaining a right hook to his bicep. “Umph.” He rubbed the sore spot and dove into the containers.
Thankfully Aiden had thought ahead and tripled what he would have normally brought. With two grown male shifters that were exerting the amount of energy they had the night before, he knew it would take a chuck wagon to fill them. He made sure that Giselle had a variety of things to choose from and stashed the container on the back of the table. Both men inhaled their breakfast, stopping only briefly to converse. After they finished and cleaned up, they were contemplating who would shower first when a rumpled, yawning Giselle walked in from the bed area.
She w
as wrapped in a long, silk purple robe and fuzzy slippers to match. Her hair hung in tangles, showing the signs of a great night wrapped up in each knotted, wild twist. “Good morning, sleeping beauty. How is our gorgeous little witch doing this morning?” Brandon’s cheerfulness chirped through the room like a robin singing in the morning sun.
She wrinkled her nose in protest to anything perky before she consumed a heavy dose of coffee. “Actually, last night is the first night I have had a sound sleep. I have been suffering from nightmares for quite a while now. You two warded off all of my bad dreams for me.”
“They say that, when the soul is lonely, it allows fear to seep into your subconscious, creating a warning sign in the form of a nightmare,” Brandon responded.
