by DJ Bryce
“It’s lovely to meet you…”
“Sorry, this is Victoria,” I told her.
“Tori, please,” Victoria amended, then moved aside and said, “Come on in.”
“What’s up, man?” Mal asked as we entered, moving forward to give me a quick hug.
“Living the life,” I replied, then lifted Katja’s hand and said, “Katja, this is Mal.”
“Hi, you have a lovely home,” Katja said, holding her hand out to shake Mal’s.
He took it and tugged, pulling her in for a hug as well.
“Thanks, we like it,” he replied, then grinned at her as he let her go. “You’re welcome anytime. Tori loves having company.”
“He’s right, I really do,” Tori said easily as she put her arm around Mal’s waist. “My guys keep me busy, but sometimes I need some girl time, you know.”
I could see by Katja’s face that no, she didn’t know, and knew she was probably hung up on the my guys comment. I mentally kicked myself for not thinking to inform her of the relationship here.
While triad relationships weren’t uncommon in the paranormal world, I knew they were virtually unheard of in the human community.
She was bound to be confused, curious, and maybe a little uncomfortable about the whole thing.
Just then, Kai joined our little party. He was very tall, dark, and had a perpetual scowl on his face. In fact, the only time I’d ever seen him smile was at his mating ceremony with Tori and Mal.
I glanced at Katja and saw her watching his approach with wide eyes.
She looked ready to bolt.
Katja
My heart was pounding and my palms began to sweat.
“Kai, ease up, you’re scaring our guest,” Mal said, and I felt my cheeks redden at the realization that they knew I was afraid.
“Sorry,” Kai muttered, then his face cleared and his body seemed to relax. He stopped next to the duo and put his arm around Tori’s shoulders. “Welcome to our home.”
“Thank you,” I managed to say without my voice shaking.
He did look a little less intimidating, but was still a formidable man.
I took in the trio. Tori in the middle, with Mal on her right and Kai on her left, both men claiming her and I realized what Bane had meant at the door.
They were a couple… well, obviously not a couple, but they were all together. Like, together together. A relationship made up of three people. A committed one if the rings on both of Tori’s fingers, and the little belly bump she was sporting were any indication.
Wow, was all I could think.
I couldn’t imagine trying to keep two men happy, in the bedroom or outside of it. Especially if one of them was Kai.
Mal seemed like an easygoing guy, but Kai was next level.
“Who’s hungry?” Tori said, with a sweet smile, breaking the awkwardness that had descended in the room.
We all agreed that we were, so Bane and I followed the trio through the house and out onto the back deck.
Their table was all decked out with place settings, flowers, more food than I could ever imagine eating, and a pitcher of margaritas.
“Our Tori puts out a spread,” Mal said as I gaped at the table.
“I can see that,” I said with a chuckle.
“I hope you like Mexican food,” Tori said, her voice a little hesitant, and I realized she was nervous about pleasing me.
“I love it,” I assured her, returning the grin that blossomed on her face.
After a margarita, I began to relax and really enjoy myself. Although Kai didn’t say much, it was obviously he had the respect of Bane and Mal, and that he doted on Tori. He’d gone into the house a couple times for things she’d forgotten to put out, and another to bring her a cold bottle of water.
“Thanks, honey,” Tori said when he handed her the water. He just nodded and dropped a kiss on her forehead, before returning to his seat.
When it was time to clean up, I was shocked when the guys all stood and began clearing the table, leaving Tori and I to enjoy the evening and get to know each other better.
“So, it looks like your trial period is going well,” she said softly as we gazed out at the lake their cabin overlooked.
“You know about that?” I asked, surprised. I hadn’t realized Bane had discussed it with anyone other than his brother.
Victoria nodded.
“Yes, actually, Bane heard about the app from Mal. See, that’s how I met him and Kai, I came here on a trial.”
“Really? Wow, I didn’t know that. Obviously things worked out great.”
She laughed.
“Yes, they did, although, when I accepted the trial, I didn’t realize I was coming to be a mate for two men. I didn’t even realize such a thing was possible, so I’m sure you could imagine my surprise.”
I covered my mouth, which had dropped open in shock.
“I bet. What did you do?” I asked.
“I decided to take things one day at a time and see what happened. And, I’m so happy I did. Now I have the love of two men, and a family of my own.”
Tori placed her hand on her rounded stomach and smiled softly.
“How far along are you?” I asked.
“Not as far along as it looks by our standards, but the gestation period for bear shifters is a bit faster than humans. I’ll give birth in about four months.”
My mind reeled at this new information and about a million questions popped in my head.
“Is it definite then that your baby will be a shifter? Is it possible it could be human? At what age would you know the difference? Will you have multiple children at once? Do you go to a OB/GYN, or is there someone else that you go see? Someone in the Paranormal community? Is there any other difference in the process?”
Tori laughed sweetly at my barrage of questions.
“Believe me, I had a lot of questions too, and some of them I won’t get answers to until I live them, but I’m happy to share with you what I know.”
“Thanks,” I said with relief. Bane and I had barely broached the subject of children, and I hadn’t even thought about the fact that I’d be breeding with a wolf shifter, and the pregnancy may be different than what I was used to.
Well, not used to personally, of course, but different from everything I’d been taught.
“Yes, my baby will be a shifter. That gene is dominant… although, I won’t know what type of bear until he or she actually shifts, because… well, I can’t be sure who the biological father is…” Oh, right. “Anyway, Kai said he shifted for the first time at five years old, while Mal was a little older, so I guess it depends on the kid, and probably on the species. You’ll want to ask Bane about wolves.” I nodded and she continued. “More than likely, I will have two or more, but again, we don’t know for sure yet. I have an appointment to see the OB, who is a Paranormal, next week and we should be able to tell then. I also have a list of questions to ask when I go, like how big will they be… especially if there are more than two… do they breast feed, use a bottle? Do I need to do anything for a shifter baby that I wouldn’t have to do for a human one?”
“Wow, there’s a lot to learn,” I muttered, my eyes on the water as my insides freaked out.
“There is,” Tori agreed, “But, I promise you, it’s all worth it.”
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Absolutely.”
Three
Bane
“Daddy, daddy, Sylvie’s over there, can I go play?”
Sloane was jumping up and down and pointing to the slide. I looked over to see a woman and her daughter playing in the distance.
“Okay,” I said, getting up from the bench. When she took off like a shot I called out, “Be careful, I’m right behind you.”
She gave me a thumbs up without turning around and kept barreling toward her friend.
I chuckled, cause really, she cracked me up.
I’m guessing the thumbs up thing came from Gray, because it sure as hell didn’
t come from me, and she’d been doing it constantly.
By the time I made it to the slides, the girls were climbing the steps while the woman I assumed was Sylvie’s mother watched with a smile.
“Hi, I’m Bane, Sloane’s dad,” I said as I approached. I’d gotten pretty used to introducing myself over the years. As a single dad, I was often the only man at the park, Chuck E Cheese’s, or the mall with my kid.
“Hi, Meg,” she replied. “Sylvie’s stepmom.”
The girls came down the slide giggling furiously and came running over to us.
“Daddy, can I go to Sylive’s house and play? Please?” Sloane asked.
“Sloane, honey, you can’t invite yourself over to someone else’s house,” I said, crouching down and speaking softly, so as not to hurt her feelings, but knowing a lesson needed to be taught. “It’s rude.”
“I didn’t i-vite myself, Sylvie o-vited me,” Sloane argued, not understanding my point.
“It’s okay, really,” Meg said kindly. “We’d love it if Sloane could come over and keep Sylvie company. She’s been really bored this vacation.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, not wanting her to feel pressured by the kids.
When she nodded enthusiastically, I figured she was probably eager to have someone else around to entertain Sylvie for a while, which I totally understood.
“Yes, absolutely, in fact, we could make it a sleepover, if that works for you.”
I looked down at Sloane, who’s eyes were wide and pleading as she struggled not contain her enthusiasm.
“Well, we’d have to get her things…”
“I’ll follow you home, then we can grab her stuff and head out.”
“Where do you live?” I asked, not wanting to come across like I didn’t trust her with my daughter, but also not about to agree to let my daughter go somewhere and not know where she was.
“Old Mill Road,” she replied. “Across from the church.”
“We’re right around the corner,” I said, feeling better about the situation. “I can pick her up in the morning.”
“Great.”
“Yay,” the girls cheered.
Meg and I loaded up our girls in our respective vehicles and we went to my house to get Sloane’s overnight bag.
Sloane chattered happily in the back.
“I gotta tell Kat-ya I get to have my first slumber party with Sylvie. I need to take my dollies and my blankie…”
I smiled, but allowed my mind to wander as I drove.
Katja had stayed back to make dinner. She’d said she had a recipe she wanted to try out and we’d gone out and bought the ingredients earlier.
And now, we’d be alone all night.
Not that we hadn’t spent every night alone last week, while Sloane was away, but for some reason, things felt different. As if we couldn’t be trusted to be by ourselves all night anymore.
The temptation was there. Always.
To kiss her, to touch her, to see how far these sparks would lead us.
We’d been hands off since I’d picked up Sloane, which had been my intention, but for some reason, that only magnified my desire for her.
Every night I dreamed of sinking inside of her. I imagined her clawing at my back and crying out as I claimed her. I woke up every morning unfulfilled, my cock throbbing with need until I took matters into my own hand and found some relief.
Maybe I should have said no to the sleepover. I need Sloane in the house…
“And we’ll watch movies and play games. I bet Sylvie will want to brush my dollies hair, what do you think, Daddy?”
I realized she was still talking excitedly, and I also realized I couldn’t ruin her night just because I was afraid I couldn’t act like an adult and control my urges.
I pulled up to the house, got Sloane out and ran inside to grab her things.
I didn’t see Katja in the kitchen, or in the house as I ran through it, not wanting to make Sloane wait, or Meg lose her mind with two exuberant children. Once I had her overnight bag, blanket, and duffel with dolls and doll bed, I hurried back out.
“If she needs anything else, or something happens and she wants to come home, call and I’ll come over,” I told Meg as I loaded up Sloane’s car seat.
“I’m sure we’ll be fine,” she said, but inputted my number into the phone and sent me a text with hers anyway, so we could get in touch if needed.
I kissed my daughter goodbye, then waved them off as they drove off toward Sylvie’s.
I went back into the house, but when I didn’t see Katja, I went out the back door.
I walked to the edge of my deck, then bit back a groan when I saw her. She was a few feet away, lying on a blanket in the sun, her long, toned body barely covered in a bright pink bikini.
My body tightened as walked toward her, bronzed skin coming in to focus the closer I got.
Shit, I was fucked… and Katja was about to be.
Katja
Music played in my ears, the sun kissed my skin, and my mind whirled with thoughts of the last week and a half.
The dinner I made was done and warming in the oven while I waited for Bane and Sloane to get back from the park. I’d finished earlier than I’d thought, probably due to the size of the roast being smaller than the one in the recipe, and decided to lay out for a while and get some sun while I waited.
I didn’t hear him so much as feel his presence near me, and opened my eyes to see Bane striding toward me with a purpose.
I started to sit up, but the desire on his face stripped me of the ability.
His gaze slid down my body, and I could see the appreciation on his features. When I let my eyes drift down his in appraisal, I could see the outline of his hard cock in his shorts, and my body warmed as my pussy became wet.
He didn’t say anything, not that I would have heard him with the music in my ears and the blood rushing to my core. No, he simply lowered himself onto the blanket and covered my body with his.
My legs wrapped around his waist as he lowered his lips to mine. I moaned as he thrust his cock against me. Maroon 5 played in my ears, putting a soundtrack to the moment, and I turned my head to the side as Bane’s lips moved from my mouth, down my throat, and lower, until his tongue was darting beneath my bikini top.
Brazenly, I undid the clasp on my top and moved it out of his way, eager to feel that mouth on my breasts. He sucked the pebbled tip between his lips and sucked, causing my back to arch up off of the ground and my hips to thrust against him.
God, I was on fire.
I needed him, everywhere, all at once.
My palms caressed down his back until I reached the hem of his shirt, then I lifted and yanked, wanting him to get the hint and take it off. He did, lifting off of me quickly to shuck the cotton off and throw it to the side.
Then we were skin on skin. Hot flesh meeting and causing an inferno between us.
Bane moved to slide my bottoms down my legs, then stood and quickly rid himself of his shorts and boxers.
God, he was glorious. All male… muscles and bronzed skin. I itched to touch every inch of him and when he lowered back down to cover me, I began my exploration.
I’d barely reached his tight ass when his finger found my entrance and he began to tease me mercilessly.
“Yes,” I moaned, my legs falling open and hips shifting to urge him closer. “Please, Bane.”
He answered my plea by easing two fingers inside of me, then beginning to move.
My eyes fluttered closed as I lost myself to the sensation, which is why I wasn’t expecting his tongue on my clit.
Oh, but I was so happy it was there.
My hands gripped his hair as he fingered me and tasted me with his mouth. He worked me over until I was writhing beneath him, so close to coming I could taste it, then I lost his mouth and fingers, only to gain his cock.
Bane entered me quickly, not stopping until he was fully seated, his balls slapping against me. He’d lifted my hips off of the groun
d and was deeper than any man had ever been, and as he began to thrust in and out, I fell over the edge and came beautifully, with his name on my lips.
I was almost done, about to fall into that blissful daze after glorious lovemaking, when Bane bent over me and bit down on my shoulder.
“Holy, shit,” I cried as another orgasm hit, this one fifty times stronger, harder, and better than the first.
Bane shouted above me and found his own release, and after a few more thrusts, we were both left panting, trying to catch our breath.
Before I could fully regain my faculties and speak, Bane was up, and I was being lifted into his arms. I clasped my hands around his neck and held on as he carried me into the house and up the stairs to his bedroom.
Once inside, he moved to the bathroom and set me down as he started the shower.
I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My body red, flushed, my face satisfied, and that angry looking bite mark on my shoulder. My fingers came up to touch it softly, but they were brushed aside and replaced by Bane’s tongue.
He licked the skin gently as he found my eyes in the mirror.
“What does it mean?” I whispered.
“It’s my claiming mark,” Bane replied, his tone rough, sexy.
I had more questions, but he was pulling me into the shower, and grabbing the body wash to lather his hands. He placed them on my breasts and began to wash, then moved along the length of my body, not letting one inch go untouched.
By the time he was done, I was primed and itchy, wanting him again.
I grabbed the body wash and mimicked his moves, pausing to pay special attention to his cock.
Bane’s head fell back and I felt his groan deep inside.
I got a few more stokes in before he knocked my arms away and stepped under the spray.
“I want to come inside you,” he said, and since it sounded good to me, I didn’t argue.
Bane
I dried her off, laid her out on my bed, giving myself a moment to just look at her, before joining her in the bed I’d only ever shared with my wife.
