Cold Creek, North Cascades Territory - dark of the moon
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A while later, upstairs in the lodge, Margery got out of the shower. She’d insisted on going last because she knew she’d need time to cry. Just cry.
Tears had helped, although not enough.
As she dried off, her hands trembled. It felt as if she hadn’t eaten for a day, only the hollowness was in her chest.
Tynan might so easily have been slaughtered by the hellhound. Her brain kept replaying the sight of him running, the monster so close behind.
And Donal—he’d gone out to save Zeb, knowing the hellhound was there.
Oh, she wanted to just…just yell at them. Didn’t those males know how easily people died? One moment alive, the next dead. The bonds would snap like a dry twig as the Mother gathered in a shifter’s spirit. Margery could still feel the broken-off tie to her littermate Orson.
Yet…Donal and Tynan did know of the fragility of life. A healer. A cop. In their own ways, they dedicated themselves to saving people. To dealing with death.
Despite her hot shower, the coldness lingered inside, as if her bones were made of ice. Donal and Tynan had almost died, dammit. The thought kept circling back. Didn’t they understand how much she lo—
She shook her head hard. No, love wasn’t what she could possibly feel. She hardly knew them.
Yet the thought of losing them was wrenching. Unbearable.
She tossed the towel on the rack. She needed to see them, to feel the warmth of their skin, to hear their voices.
The bedroom was dark, the only light came from flickering candles around the room. There was enough illumination to see Tynan sprawled on the immense bed, Donal on the small couch. Both wonderfully naked. Tynan so powerful and broad-chested. Donal all hard contoured muscles.
Smiling, they rose as she walked closer.
“Meggie.” Tynan’s smile faded. He touched her face gently, then silently gathered her into his arms. He laid his cheek against the top of her head. “What’s wrong, little wolf?”
For years, she’d dreamed of going home to Dogwood, of having everything back to what it was when the world was safe. His embrace gave her that feeling.
“I just…” Why was it so difficult to ask for what she needed? “Can you hold me for a minute? Both of you?”
“That we can do,” Donal murmured. He leaned against her from behind, his body warm and hard. He slid his arms between her and Tynan, his palms warm against her abdomen.
The males radiated heat. Her shivers faded. “I was so scared.”
“We were all scared.” Tynan stroked a hand over her hair. “Terrified, actually. But we’re alive, Meggie, and unharmed.”
“Can we—”
“Wait.” Donal’s grip tightened around her. “Tynan and I talked. We’d like to clear the air between us.”
What did he mean? “Clear the air about what?”
“About taking Oliver to task.” Fingers under her chin, Tynan tilted her head up to meet his eyes. “Sure, and it’s easy to forgive people when there’s life-threatening danger, but that seems too much of an easy out. What we’d like is this—”
“We stand by what we said—he should have protected you.” Donal kissed her hair. “But…we can see he’s having a rough time with all the changes in his life.”
Tynan’s thumb rubbed over her chin. His eyes were intensely blue—and honest. “We jumped in without talking with you first, and that was wrong. We hope you’ll forgive us, and we’ll try to do better next time.”
The resentment and anger toward them had still been there, buried down deep. As the tiny knot in her chest released, Margery leaned back against Donal’s hard body. “You’re forgiven. And…thank you.”
She smiled up at Tynan and hugged Donal’s arms closer around her. “Thank you for caring.”
“A cuisle mo chroidhe, that’s not something you’ll ever have to worry about.” Tynan’s words were an Irish-accented rumble. He bent to kiss her ear. Her neck. Her shoulders.
The Celtic endearment—pulse of my heart—blossomed inside her.
And under his touch, desire rose within her, as inevitably as the sun’s warmth brought flowers in spring. “Ohhh.”
Behind her, Donal’s hands cupped her breasts as he nibbled on her arm. “Mmm, you smell like cinnamon and apples. Very edible.”
Apple pie scented bath soap had been in one of the dispensers. As Donal kissed up her shoulder, her thoughts fragmented.
She ran her hands over Tynan’s thickly muscled chest, laying her palm there, on his sternum, to feel the beat of his heart.
A big heart to contain all that protectiveness and caring. So much like his brother. And she wanted them both so badly she started to shake.
She swallowed. They’d been making her ready, slowly, helping her to adjust to the idea of taking them both at once.
No more waiting.
Reaching back, she put an arm around Donal’s neck. “Tonight, I want you both. Inside me.”
Under her palms, she felt their muscles tense.
Donal paused. “Margery, I don’t know…”
“Tonight.” She made her voice firm.
Tynan studied her, his gaze darkening to the blue of a twilight sky, then he smiled slightly. “We’d hate to deny our female anything that would make her happy.”
“Ah, well, when you put it that way.” Behind her, the werecat laughed, then soundlessly moved away, and coolness drifted over her skin where his warm body had been.
Taking a step back, she ran her hands over the mesmerizing ridges of muscle on Tynan’s abdomen. Moving back up, with a finger, she circled the flat, coin-sized nipples, so different from hers. “You’re such a male.”
A corner of his mouth tipped up. “And you’re such a female.” He ran his finger around her nipples.
The heady sensation as the tips pebbled into aching peaks made her stomach quiver.
After dropping something at the foot of the bed, Donal returned. He ran his hands over her ass, squeezing and massaging the cheeks. “You look tired, wolflet. As your healer, I think you should go to bed now.”
Despite the waves of heat running over her skin, she giggled and answered in a virtuous voice, “I always listen to my healer.”
Especially when the healer agreed with her. There was nowhere in the world she’d rather be than in bed…with her males.
“Come along, Beta. It’s bedtime.” She wrapped her arms around Tynan’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss.
Rumbling his pleasure, he took control, rough and deep, demanding a response, making her knees sag. He moved her backward until the mattress touched the back of her thighs.
Unbalanced, she sat down. The quilt was cool under her bottom.
Tynan glanced at Donal in an unspoken command.
Donal joined her on the bed. “Come here, sweetheart.” He drew her down beside him.
She squeaked as he flattened her out on her back. He slid his arm under her neck to provide a pillow, even as his lips covered hers in a sensuous kiss, full of nips and teasing tongue.
Her bloodstream felt as if it was filled with searing lava.
As Donal nibbled on the corner of her mouth, Tynan’s unyielding hands parted her legs. Opening her.
She tried to sit up, to see—but Donal leaned over her, his weight pinning her down, even as he kissed down her jaw.
Trapped for their pleasure.
A series of gentle bites ran up the inside of her left thigh, then her right, stopping just short of her pussy. As if Tynan was painting a target with her clit as the bullseye.
Blood swept to her core, engorging her clit until it tingled and throbbed with need.
Need more.
As she ran her fingers through Donal’s silky dark hair, he kissed under her chin, then down her neck, over the tops of her breasts. His hot, wet tongue made circles around each nipple, then his teeth lightly bit the sensitive jutting peaks.
Too many sensation
s from hands and teeth and tongues and lips.
She felt her labia being opened, exposing everything, then Tynan’s tongue flickered over her clit, dancing like a butterfly’s wings. Her gasp made both males chuckle, and then Tynan rubbed more firmly, one side, the other.
When he paused, Donal closed his mouth over her nipple. He sucked strongly, then lashed the swollen nub with his merciless tongue, before sucking again.
Oh Gods, it felt as if her blood was surging up and down her torso, swirling faster each time.
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Kneeling at the foot of the bed between Meggie’s legs, Tynan slid a finger inside her cunt. He chuckled as she wiggled uncontrollably. By the Gods, he loved how she responded to them.
She was already hot and slick. Tiny contractions battered his finger each time Donal sucked on her nipples. Looking up, he could see the skin on her swollen breasts was tight. Her nipples had turned gorgeous pink-red.
He’d never seen a more beautiful female.
With one finger still inside her, he ran his hand over her thigh, opening her even more. Her glistening clit strained out from under the hood, demanding his attention.
Leaning down, he flicked his tongue over the hot little pearl and added some long, slow licks. She tasted like the wind off the sound, salt and sea breeze, and he could feel his blood rising like the tide.
Between his legs, his balls hung heavy with urgency.
Soon.
But not until she was desperate with need.
Because tonight, he and Donal would share their female in their favorite way, the most intimate of ways.
Slowly, he slid his finger in and out between the hot silk of her pussy lips…and teased her clit with teeth and tongue.
Donal was alternating his attention between her mouth and her breasts.
When he heard her beautifully high little whines, Tynan smiled.
There was nothing more satisfying than overwhelming the little wolf with a maelstrom of sensations until she surrendered…everything.
Her hips rose with each slow movement of his finger, and her legs trembled against his shoulders.
It wasn’t time for her to come. No, not yet.
He rose and took her hands. “Come here, lass.” Pulling her to her feet, he put an arm around her to steady her.
“But…” She blinked up at him.
“No worries, little wolf. We’re not done.” Not even close. To please himself, he cupped one swollen breast in his palm. So heavy.
When he tugged at the nipple, rolled it lightly between his fingers, her whimpering, needy sound made his cock strain upward.
Control, Tynan.
“Donal.” He nodded toward the end of the bed.
With a flashing smile, Donal moved to the center of the bed. He lay on his back, legs dangling over the end, toes touching the floor. Cock jutting up.
Meggie stared at him—and the slight tensing of her muscles showed she remembered what she’d asked them for.
Tynan smiled down at her. Her face was flushed, her lips reddened. He couldn’t help but take another demanding kiss—and then he lifted her onto the bed, settling her on her hands and knees so she straddled his littermate’s hips.
“There you are.” Donal pushed her hair behind her ears, bracketed her face with his hands, and pulled her down for a kiss. And, of course, started to play with her dangling breasts.
When her hips began to make small squirming movements, Donal laughed. “Let me inside you now, sweetheart.” Reaching down, Donal helped her lower onto his cock.
Her moan was like fire in Tynan’s veins.
Slow. They had to go slow. He opened the jar of coconut oil Donal had left at the end of the bed.
Donal caught his gaze and smiled. Taking Meggie’s wrists, he pulled her forward and set her hands on his chest. “Hold still for a second, cariad.”
Scooping some coconut oil into his hands, Tynan let it warm, then slicked up his dick before smearing more onto her pretty puckered arsehole.
Gasping, she jerked, but was held in place by Donal’s grip on her hips—and his dick in her cunt.
He and Donal waited.
Panting slightly, she looked over her shoulder at Tynan. Her hazel eyes were anxious, yet warm with desire…and more. After a second, it obviously dawned on her he was waiting. “Yes. This is what I want.”
“If you don’t like it, mo leannán, we’ll stop.” He ran his slick hand over her shoulder, down her back and side, needing the contact to assess her feelings. He’d have to check often; the little wolf tended to disregard her own needs for others.
Bending, he slid his arms around her. She turned her head so he could capture her lips. The long slow kiss told him his fate.
By the Gods, she’s stolen my heart.
Huffing in pleasure, Donal ran his hands down her torso. “I love this position.” Without moving his hips, without thrusting, he played with Meggie’s breasts.
And she started to squirm.
There we go.
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Donal’s hands on her breasts were driving Margery crazy—because he was inside her, so hot and thick, yet wasn’t moving.
Move, please move, now.
Her whole lower half pulsed with an urgent hunger. She tried to rise off his cock, managed a heavenly inch before Tynan held her in place.
“Nooo,” she whined.
“Are ye ready then?” He leaned over her, his deep voice a tantalizing whisper next to her ear.
“I was ready.” She nodded frantically. “Now, now, now.”
“Now it is.”
Donal reached down, pulling her buttocks apart, half-massaging them at the same time.
She felt Tynan’s finger making small circles around the rim, pressing inside briefly, out again, awakening all the nerves in that area. One finger penetrated, then two, in and out.
Hot shivers ran through her body like waves of lava as he eased her open. As he’d done before on other nights.
Setting one foot on the mattress next to her right calf, Tynan replaced his fingers with his shaft. The head pressed against her rim, and her eyes widened.
Oh Gods, he’s a lot bigger than a couple of fingers.
Her fingernails dug into Donal’s chest at the uncomfortable pressure.
“Push out, sweetheart,” Tynan murmured.
As she complied, he slid in, out, each time a little farther, stretching her muscles widely, almost painfully.
She whimpered, and then the biggest part of the head was in, and he paused. The feeling of being…penetrated…back there was so different from anything she’d ever experienced.
“Breathe, Margery.” Donal ran his hands up and down her arms, silvery gaze on her face.
She tried to breathe. Surely there was air somewhere.
Tynan didn’t move.
She was throbbing around his dick—around them both, because Donal’s cock was still deep inside her.
Then somehow, everything inside her relaxed. Adjusted.
She pulled in a slower breath.
“There’s a good wolf.” The approval in Tynan’s low voice was like a warm hug. Ever so slowly, he pulled back and added more of the coconut oil.
The next time he thrust in, she gasped at the excruciatingly intense pleasure. He went deeper, deeper until his warm thighs pressed against her bottom. “There we go.”
Panting with nerves, she froze as both cocks moved inside her. How could she be so full? Every nerve was firing, lashing her with unfamiliar sensations.
Incredible sensations. “Oh, oh, oh.”
“Easy, wolflet. It’s all right.” Donal’s hand brushed over her face, and the concern and love in his touch made her eyes prickle with tears.
Gently, he drew her down for a kiss.
But her movement forced Tynan’s cock deeper, and she squeaked, feeling impaled—unsure if it was pleasurable or not.
Chuckling, Donal kissed her slowly, deeply, then, keeping one firm hand on her hip, he used the other to
cover her breast. Her nipple was tender, almost too sensitive as he tugged on it. Her body tightened in reflex—and clenched around the huge erections inside her.
Burning shivers coursed over her skin.
And then they started to move.
The hands on her hips lifted her up and off Donal.
As Tynan thrust in fully, the thick slide of his erection deep within her was the most exciting thing she’d ever felt.
Heat lanced through her body as he slid out, and she was pulled down onto Donal’s cock. The two shafts worked her, driving her up and up. The merciless rhythm became her world until the only thing she could feel was the brilliance of them within her. Them holding her. Touching her.
Loving her.
As they sped up, Donal reached down and rubbed his thumb over her engorged clit.
One more impossible sensation.
Too many sensations. Her body gathered, tightening around the rigid shafts harder and harder as the thrusting drove her to an unbearable height.
And over.
“Oooooh.” Wave after wave of scalding ecstasy roared through her. Her eyes went blind, the entire world turning to the silver of a full moon.
And the pleasure went on and on.
* * *
Donal had never seen anything so beautiful as when Margery came apart in their arms. Face flushed a deep red. Her nipple a hard point on his palm. Her cunt squeezed his erection in rhythmic spasms until he couldn’t hold out.
When he met Tynan’s gaze, his brother nodded. Go ahead.
Donal gripped her hips and drove in fast and deep. The pressure inside him rose to a staggering level for one long, blissful, agonizing moment, and then the pulsing heat flowed from his balls to his cock in piercing jerks of pleasure.
Giving her all that he was and joining them together in the most primal fashion.
With a low growl, his littermate climaxed, too, sharing the moment with him, with Margery. Their female.
A sweetness, a rightness, like he’d never felt before washed through Donal.
After a moment, he lifted his gaze to Tynan, and they both smiled. Yes.
Before Donal even thought of moving, Tynan kissed down Margery’s back and pulled out.
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