by BA Tortuga
“Fuck, baby. That feels good.”
She brought her fingers up to her lips, licked them clean, Jordan’s flavor rich and male. “You next, Shaw.”
Shaw grunted, cock pushing toward her, and she reached for him, needing him. He was wet for her, the tip of his cock rubbing against her palm.
She licked her lips as she touched, rolled her hand over the sensitive tip of his cock.
“Fuck. That’s the hottest fucking thing.” Jordan was watching them, eyes almost glowing, his chest heaving.
“He’s so pretty.” She shifted over so she could kiss Shaw, her tongue flicking at his parted lips.
Shaw moaned for her, one hand coming up to sink into her hair, holding her close. He was greedy, taking her mouth by storm. His cock was caught between them and then Jordan was behind her, his fingers between her legs, sliding against her folds to touch her.
“You never said what you wanted, baby girl. You want Shaw in you? Want to take one of us in your mouth?” He lowered his voice, growling in her ear. “We could both take you at the same time…”
“Jordan…” That growl made her arch, a wild sound escaping her. “Please.”
Jordan’s fingers moved, meeting Shaw’s around her clit.
“Mmm. You like that idea, huh. Shaw in front, me back here?”
“Uh. Uh-huh.” The room was spinning as Shaw helped her move, straddle him and that sweet cock. “Need.”
“So pretty.” His eyes were all pupils and he looked so damn hungry.
“I love the way you look like this.” Jordan stroked her back before moving away for a few seconds, rummaging in a drawer. Then he was back, slipping up behind her again, chest hair rubbing her back.
“Mmm. My boys…” Her eyes crossed as Shaw tugged her nipples.
“Our mate.” Shaw kissed her, licking at her lower lip. His cock pushed at her, rubbing her clit.
“Yeah.” She kept him right there, just for a second, electricity shooting through her.
“Steph.” He licked her lower lip, his hands moving on her skin, his thumbs circling her nipples while Jordan started at her from behind, his fingers wet and a little cold.
Shaw kept her close, licking the needy sounds out of her lips.
“Just relax, baby girl,” Jordan murmured, fingers circling, pressing into her a little. It was strange, scraping her nerve endings.
Shaw’s hands were everywhere, pinching here, stroking there, making her skin burn and ache.
All the while, Jordan was getting her ready, working lube into her. He kept nipping at her, throwing her off balance.
He pushed her hair off her neck, teeth on the curve of her shoulder.
“No biting, Jordan.”
“Shh. It’s important, baby girl.” He scraped his teeth across her skin, pushing two fingers into her ass.
Shaw distracted her from the front, circling her clit over and over.
“Oh…” Her thighs shook as her body began to burn, and she clung to Shaw. “Oh, light…”
“That’s it.” Shaw hummed, his breath fanning her cheek. “Feel how good that is.”
“Love.” She did. She loved them. Both.
“Yes. We love you. Ours.” Shaw moved up, his cock sliding into her, right into her pussy. He filled her and, although they had fucked a hundred times, this felt different, slower, stronger.
Jordan pressed against her back, his cock sliding against her hole. He was huge, hot and she couldn’t even breathe.
“Easy, baby girl. I won’t hurt you. You belong with us. Both of us.”
Jordan’s words poured over her, making her relax, take them both in. Yes. Yes, she was theirs.
She could feel Jordan’s cock, sliding in deep, stretching her, even as her hips rolled. Shaw slid in as Jordan slid out and they had a counter-rhythm going in no time. Steph still couldn’t breathe, but it didn’t matter. They were touching her, inside and out, both of them calling out to her, tugging and pushing and taking her.
They surrounded her, took over her body and her good sense and made her want everything they had to give her.
“Soon, Shaw.” Jordan growled the words and she felt Shaw nod.
“I have her, mate.”
“Good.” Jordan sounded so damn satisfied, moving against her with purpose, making her crazy.
Shaw’s fingers found her clit again, pushing her higher, and Jordan’s mouth fastened on the nape of her neck, teeth scraping her skin.
Steph was about to give her usual protest, but it was too late. Shaw held her in an iron grip when Jordan bit down, breaking the skin, making her scream. Only about half of it was pleasure.
“Easy. Easy.” Shaw’s words didn’t match his caresses. His fingers weren’t making her feel easy at all.
“Our girl.” Jordan licked at the bite and electric shocks shot through her nerve endings.
“I…” Burned. Goddess, it burned, and she started moving faster, rocking between her boys, body filled with them. “Please…”
“So tight. So hot.” Jordan moved in at the same time Shaw did, finally getting in sync. It was almost too much and so not enough.
Steph would have begged them, but she couldn’t. She simply couldn’t. They stole her breath, her sense, her heart.
“You now, baby. Make her yours.”
Shaw’s pretty eyes flashed gold for her and he bent to bite her shoulder. He was gentler than Jordan, but it stung all the same.
This yelping noise left her as her orgasm started, the pleasure blooming from her pussy and filling her, just as they did. Yes. Yes.
Jordan growled, his big body stilling for a moment. Then he started to shoot inside her, slamming hard against her.
Shaw followed soon after, teeth on her shoulder as he shook. Jordan’s mouth was on her nape again, the ache of their bites making her shiver, the aftershocks of her orgasm rocking her.
She slumped between them, panting, her chest heaving with it. She could feel them lapping at her skin, their cocks slipping from her body.
When Jordan leaned past her to kiss Shaw, deep and slow, she felt as if some kind of circle was complete. She felt amazing.
Shaw hummed. “Our mate.”
Jordan nodded. “Ours. We should rest.”
“It’s early.” Her eyelids were so heavy, though.
“Mmmhmm. You’ll need your sleep.” They moved, her two boys lifting and turning and taking her to bed to stretch out.
They caught her between them, both of them licking and nuzzling, soothing her into sleep. She smiled a little, floating, feeling safe.
Even if she did still think that whole biting thing was a bad idea.
Chapter Eleven
The phone rang, startling Jordan awake.
He sat up, whacking someone with his elbow, someone else with his knee. Shit. “Sorry. Hello?”
“Jordan? Brett. How’s your girl?”
Jordan grinned at Steph, who was murmuring and rubbing noses with Shaw, both of them grumbling at him a little. “She’s good. Any news on the rogue wolf?”
“He ran off. There’s something…” He heard Brett growl softly. “I’m keeping her until I figure it out.”
“Her who?”
“Wendy. My cop.” Oh, that was a possessive sound.
Wendy’s scream was impressive. Outraged. Pissed as hell. Jordan liked it.
“Well, good.” That would keep Wendy out of their hair while Steph transitioned into wolf life.
“It’s gonna be, yeah.” Brett sounded distracted as hell. “You three take care. Keep her close ‘til she’s one of us.”
“Will do. If you need us, holler, okay? We can help find this guy, once the shit settles. You got someone keeping an eye on the hospital? If the EMT guy got bit…”
“I’m sending Kayla.”
Wow. Sending his own sister. Impressive. A little terrifying. She could be fierce.
“She’s a good choice.” Jordan would rather face a steel trap. “Well, like I said, call if you need us.”
/> “I will. I’m going to,” Brett chuckled softly, “hunt.”
“Good luck.” Jordan laughed a little before turning the phone off and lying back.
Shaw had his head on one arm, eyes fascinated, while he played with Steph’s nipples, teasing them, making them hard and dark.
“Mmm. You’re gonna get her all worked up, baby.” He stroked one hand down Shaw’s spine, pinching that fine ass when he got there.
“Hmm?” Shaw’s eyes went comically wide. “Would I do that?”
“Uh-huh.” He leaned up and smacked Shaw’s ass, the sound sharp and perfect. He loved how his handprint showed up there.
Steph reached down, hand covering Shaw’s butt. “Poor baby, Jordan’s being a turd. You can come home with me.”
Shaw hummed, pushing into her touch. “Or you could be mean to me too.”
Jordan laughed harder. “Slut.”
Steph nuzzled Shaw’s throat, nibbling. Shaw went stiff, staring at him, just the littlest bit wild-eyed. Jordan felt a growl rise up in his chest. She hadn’t earned that right yet—she would, but she hadn’t even changed yet. He reached out and plucked her up, kissing her hard.
She pushed into his chest, humming, lips opening right up for him. Hungry girl. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, her legs sliding on either side of his hips. She was soft, smooth, damp.
His fingers dragged over his bite mark on the back of her neck, loving the way she hissed, arched into him.
“Pretty girl,” he said against her lips, licking at her mouth.
“Mmm.” She stroked the hair off his face, the touch so right. “You taste good, Jordan.” She winked, playing with him. “Almost as good as Shaw.”
“Oh, now. I wouldn’t let you bite my throat is all.”
Shaw snorted. “You’ve never let anyone but your mom and Brett have your throat.”
“You don’t like it? It makes me goofy.”
Jordan nodded. “It should, baby girl.” He licked his way down her throat. “Right, Shaw?”
“Mmm. Yes. Only for us, though. No one else.” His gentle Shaw actually growled. “Ever.”
“Yes. And you can have Shaw’s soon, baby girl. But not until after your first change.” She would learn.
“Change?” She looked so confused, so unfocused.
“Yes. With us. Like us.” Jordan soothed her, stroking her hair. Shaw moved in, keeping her warm, pressing against her. His beautiful boy. Jordan was so proud of them he could burst.
“I’m not a wolf, Jordan. You know that.” She hummed, still easy and quiet between them, her instincts so good.
“You are now, Steph. You’re our mate.”
“That doesn’t make any sense. The wolf part. The mate part, sure. You boys know I love you.”
“Brett says it’s a latent gene.” Shaw shrugged, sounding so offhand. It was obvious that Shaw didn’t care about the whys and hows. Jordan knew Steph would care.
“Guys… I’m a witch, not a werewolf.” She was sounding more aware now.
Shaw kissed her ear. “You can be both.”
Steph tilted her head, taking Shaw’s lips. “Nonsense.”
Jordan growled, the urge to force her to understand right now strong. He couldn’t, and he knew it. She needed time.
She shivered, lips on his jaw, fingers on his belly. “Love that sound, Jordan. It’s pure magic.”
“I love what it does to you.” He pushed against her, feeling her against his cock. She was probably a little sensitive to go again, but a bit of teasing never hurt.
“Makes me happy.”
Shaw licked at the bite mark on her shoulder and she gasped, eyes glowing, just for a second.
There she was. Their she-wolf. So beautiful. Jordan kissed her again, just because he could.
The moon would be here in two days. In two days, she would change for them, run with them. She would probably freak out at first, but she would settle in fast.
It was in her genes.
Chapter Twelve
Steph opened her front door, the cats going flying. “I know. I know. I’m home. You guys must be starving.”
She’d left the boys tangled together, sleeping hard. As much as they’d orgasmed in the last two days, she’d be surprised if they didn’t sleep for a week. Seriously. Her thighs ached, her ass was a little sore and her nipples throbbed every time they brushed the fabric of her shirt.
She dumped the litter box, fed the cats and checked her messages. Then she started cleaning, doing laundry. She should be exhausted, but she wasn’t. Her body was on fire, aching and tingling, as if her skin was too tight.
It was from spending so long in that bed, she imagined. God knew what the boys washed the sheets in. Probably Tide. Seemed like everyone who had a reaction to laundry soap blamed it on that.
She went to the fridge, found some lunch meat and most of a gallon of milk, downed them, then went to shower. The bites on her shoulder and neck were burning and she wanted to get them clean.
There was a reason that biting was bad.
As she headed into the bedroom, Pyewacket hissed and spit, jumping from dresser to bed to desk. “Wacky! What’s wrong, baby?”
The cat just puffed up, tail lashing.
How weird. Wacky was acting as if Jordan and Shaw were there. The cat probably smelled the boys on her. “I’ll jump in the shower, baby. It’ll be okay.”
She stripped down, turned her music on, and hopped in, letting the hot water pound down on her.
Oh, that stung! The bite on her nape where Jordan got her especially. He always was more forceful than Shaw. She hummed at the thought of them, stretching a little. She was going to have to tell them again, though. No biting.
The shower was great, but two minutes after she got out, she was itchy again. Maybe she had some antibiotic ointment.
She heard the cats yowl, spit and hiss and she wrapped her towel tighter around her. “Is someone here?”
“Hey, baby girl.” Jordan wandered into the bedroom, looking edible in his jeans and boots, his long-sleeved t-shirt tight across his chest.
“Hey.” She grinned at him. “I expected you two to sleep all day.”
She grabbed a sweatshirt and a pair of panties and stepped into them. Maybe she’d get Jordan to put something on the bites before she got dressed.
“Nope. You left.” He grinned and Shaw came in, moving around to flank her.
“I needed to feed the cats and clean up. Can you help?” She lifted her hair. “They itch and I’m just so uncomfortable.”
“Sure.” Jordan made that growly noise, moving close to lick the nape of her neck.
“I… That can’t be hygienic.” Her head fell forward. That felt so good.
“It is to wolves, love.” Shaw moved in close to kiss her.
“Mmm.” She leaned into Shaw, the touch of Jordan’s tongue making her weak-kneed. “Don’t stop.”
“Mmm. Not going to.”
Shaw laughed. “He wants you to come home.”
“I am ho…home.” She moaned. “Jordan. Please, you’re making me…”
Crazy. Horny. Burning. Fuck.
“You belong with us now, baby girl.” Jordan nibbled, which somehow made the itch better. How crazy was that?
“Hmm.” Steph arched, pushed back toward Jordan’s mouth.
“You do,” Shaw agreed, licking at her wet skin. “Need to come home. Now.”
“Stop it. I can’t think.” They made her stupid.
“You don’t need to think. You need to feel.” Jordan pinched her nipple.
She jumped, her back rubbing against Jordan’s chest, the shirt soft. Shaw smiled into her eyes, pressing her between them. So warm. She wasn’t itchy anymore.
“Feels so much better.”
“See? It’s like magic.”
“Uh-huh.” She blinked slowly, her sweatshirt falling from her fingers.
“I can’t wait for tonight.” Shaw just laughed with joy. “You’ll be so pretty.”
; “I’m not pretty now?” They couldn’t have sex again. She couldn’t want them again.
“Of course you are, baby girl.” Jordan licked that spot, over and over. “You’re amazing. As a wolf, though…”
“But, love…” She wasn’t a wolf.
She wasn’t.
“Soon, baby girl.” Jordan kissed her neck again, and she couldn’t think.
She whined softly, her body feeling too tight, too small. “Something’s wrong with me.”
Shaw laughed, the sound gentle. “No. No, you’re perfect.”
“It’s okay, Steph. Just let it happen, baby.” Jordan stroked her sides, soothing her.
“I don’t think she’ll make it ‘til the moon, mate.” Shaw eased her panties off and they walked her to the bed.
“I think you’re right, baby.” Jordan took his shirt off and tossed it aside, coming to lie next to her.
“Make the moon? Are we doing a ritual?” She hadn’t done rituals since that night they’d asked her to find them their mate. All she’d done was some online herbal orders.
“You could say that.” Jordan was licking her skin, and it should have been gross, but it wasn’t.
“Mmm.” That worked for her, the magick was spinning around her, some music seeming to sound in the air. “Feels so much better.”
“Uh-huh. Feel amazing, all of us together.”
She nodded, eyes dropping closed as she relaxed. “Stay with me?”
“Of course we will, baby girl.” Jordan grabbed Shaw, who squished her between them, and it was perfect.
“Thank you, boys.” She settled in, stupidly tired, and found herself falling asleep again.
That was what she got for letting them ruin her routine.
Chapter Thirteen
“You like it up here, baby girl?” Jordan grinned at Shaw, who was hauling groceries into the kitchen. They’d told Steph they were going hiking, taking her all the way out to Brett’s hunting cabin. They were far enough from everything for Steph’s first change to go as smoothly as it could.
“Mmm. It’s lovely out here.” She was sleeping a lot, her body getting ready to change. She’d stopped arguing with them, but he wasn’t sure she believed them, either.
Maybe she thought she was humoring them. Shaw said he thought Steph was resigned to it.
