He seemed to hear her unspoken plea. He pulled back and added a second finger, repeating the process of slowly stretching her until she was filled with three fingers.
“That okay, Mandy?”
She whimpered and pressed down, taking him deeper, her pussy contracting around Max’s cock. Max groaned and his fingers bit into her hips.
“Oh fuck, man, you got to get inside her now.”
The fingers slipped away and Max pushed up, taking her mouth in a deep kiss that shook her to her soul. She moaned, thrusting down on Max’s erection, vaguely aware that Gideon was pulling out another condom, slicking up his cock, preparing to enter her.
Max fingered her opening, just teasing touches until Gideon replaced those fingers with the slick head of his cock. He held still, just nudging against her, warning her. She knew he was giving her time to change her mind.
Drugged by the lust surging through her veins, Mandy arched her back, offering her ass to Gideon. The pressure returned as he slowly pushed in, the penetration steady, relentless. She tensed, her body moving on instinct.
“It’s okay, Mandy, just let him in.” Max’s voice swirled through her head and she nodded, telling him she heard even if she couldn’t make her voice work. She took a deep breath and consciously relaxed. The steady pressure returned, burning just a little, his cock wider than the three fingers he’d used.
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Gideon’s breath washed the back of her neck. She was surrounded and filled by these men. Her men. The heavy penetration ended, Gideon’s groin pressed against her ass.
“Okay?”
She nodded. “Full.”
“Yeah, you’re full of us.”
They held still. She didn’t know if they were waiting for a sign from her but she wasn’t ready to move, not just yet. Warmth surrounded her, comforting caresses from Max and Gideon, whispered hot kisses that made her skin tingle. The burning in her ass eased and the need returned. She wiggled, the sudden compulsion to move, to feel them both fucking her was too much to resist.
“Please.” She could only manage to speak the single word.
“That’s it, honey. We’re going to have you now.” Vaguely she heard Max instruct Gideon, telling him to go slow. She felt the cock slide out of her ass, sending hot shivers up her spine. He pushed back in, the burn easing, her body stretching to take him. He filled her even as Max retreated, pulling back, his cock skimming her clit as he tilted her hips. A hitch in her breath made both men freeze.
“Don’t stop,” she groaned. “More.”
A low growl, familiar and exciting, bounced off the walls. Max rocked into her pussy, brushing the tight bundle of nerve endings along the way. Gideon pulled out, matching Max’s slow entrance.
They worked together—penetration and retreat, keeping her filled, her body buzzing with sensation. Feminine power flooded her core as they moved inside her. She was their center. Nothing existed for them except her, fucking her. She opened her body to them, giving them what they needed. The slow, steady fuck built, delicious and sexual. They whispered, telling her how hot she was, how sexy she was, their voices blending into one until she couldn’t distinguish which lover spoke or whose hands touched her.
Her body moved, or was moved, controlled by Max and Gideon, and the hunger burning inside her. Her fingernails dug into the hard muscles of Max’s shoulders, holding on as they fucked her, filled her over and over, sliding slowly across her clit, moving in and out of her ass. There was no way to tell where she ended and they began.
Every nerve glittered, pulsing until she knew she was close.
“Max?” His name a question that she couldn’t speak.
“Come on, honey. Come for us. Let us feel it.” He sounded desperate, needy. Hands held her still as Gideon drove into her ass, a little harder, a little deeper. She cried out, the thrust pushing her down on Max’s cock.
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Her pussy shimmered with one orgasm followed by another. The sweet vibrations fanned out in waves from her cunt, flowing into her limbs, draining her of every bit of strength.
Masculine groans followed, Max then Gideon, their bodies straining as they came.
Gideon slumped down on her, crushing her into Max but she was too weak to protest.
She knew she would feel it tomorrow—too much stress on her ravaged body—but for now she floated, letting her lovers slip from her body, clean up and cuddle her. Safe.
She rested her head on Max’s shoulder, not sleeping, drifting, letting her mind and body meld until thoughts disappeared and the scent and taste of her lovers consumed her.
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Max closed his eyes, letting his body rest. The sun was up but that didn’t mean anything. It was midsummer in Alaska. Hell, the sun was always up. Gideon and Mandy were obviously used to sleeping in the light. For Max, his body wouldn’t calm enough to let him go.
The were’s presence had disappeared, sometime during the long night of fucking the beast had released his hold on Max, letting the wolf return, allowing the human mind to retain control. He looked at the pale bruises on Mandy’s hips, the puffy look of Gideon’s lips. Part of him knew he should regret the rough treatment to his lovers but last night hadn’t been a night of gentle lovemaking. They’d been fucking and all three of them had wanted it hard, deep and long.
He stroked the backs of his fingers across Mandy’s stomach, teasing the top of her pussy with just a touch. She squirmed and a faint groan rolled from her throat but she didn’t wake up. Max wasn’t actually trying to wake her but he couldn’t resist touching.
He stretched his hand across her body and ran his fingers along Gideon’s hip, the hard bare flesh perfectly molded to his hand.
He smiled. Gideon’s ass would look perfect beneath his hand as well. He could just see it. Gideon and Mandy, both being punished, their asses pink from his touch, both begging to be fucked. He gave a gentle squeeze to Gideon’s hip and received a disgruntled grunt as he shifted away.
Max smiled and considered waking his lovers but they needed the sleep. He could go downstairs, coffee sounded good, but he wasn’t ready to leave Mandy or Gideon. He just wanted someone to talk to.
As if the universe had heard his request, the first strains of Who Can It Be Now?
rang, muted and almost beneath human hearing. He rolled over and slid silently off the bed, grabbing his cell phone off the dresser. He punched the answer button even as he walked toward the bathroom, keeping his voice low.
“This is Max.”
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“Hey.”
“Jax? Man, where are you?” Relief flooded his chest and tension he hadn’t realized he was still carrying rushed from his body. The events from yesterday had pushed his brother from his thoughts but hearing his voice eased not only the human but the wolf inside him. “Are you okay?”
Jax chuckled. “I’m fine. I hear you’re in Alaska. And you got arrested? What the hell are you doing?”
“I didn’t get arrested. I was helping the police.” That was close enough to the truth, at least until Max could tell Jax face-to-face what had happened. “And where the hell are you? I fly all the way up here and you’re MIA.”
Again Jax laughed. “Yeah. Guess where?”
“Where?”
“Vegas.”
“What?”
“Came to see you.”
Max shook his head and stared in the mirror. They were definitely twins. Same thoughts. They laughed for a moment then the silence settled between them.
“What’s going on? What have you been doing in Vegas without your little brother to take care of you?” He expected a laugh but there was silence. “Jax?”
“I’m here.” The tone of Jax’s voice shifted, turning serious and dark. “Stuff’s been going on. I’m okay. I was with Reign last night, that’s how I found out you were in Alaska.”
Max rested his hip against the
bathroom counter and tried to picture it. Jackson and Reign together. Not in a sexual way, of course, but still, he couldn’t imagine the two of them had anything in common.
“What were you doing with Reign?”
“It’s a long story. And something we should talk about later. You know, face-to-face.”
Max nodded even though his brother couldn’t see him. “I hear that. When are you coming home?”
“Uh…don’t know yet. I could hang around for a few days, wait for you here.”
He stared at the closed bathroom door. Mandy and Gideon on the other side. The bond between them was too new. Not completed. He’d fucked them but he hadn’t marked them, hadn’t come inside them. He’d conquered the werewolf’s natural urges to claim his mates. He wanted Mandy and Gideon to understand what it meant to be a werewolf’s mate. They needed to understand because there was no going back.
His own thoughts made him smile. He’d always been the reckless brother, pushing the limits and taking what he wanted. His father always swore Max would end up bonded to some blonde bimbo with big tits because he couldn’t control himself.
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Won’t he be shocked as hell when I show up with two lovers? Mom won’t. She’d always said when he fell in love, he was going to fall hard and fast. And he had. Now he just had to make sure his mates were willing.
He licked his lips, remembering the taste of Mandy and Gideon. It had been hard, fucking hard, not to sink his teeth into their skin. He’d fought the were and won. When Mandy and Gideon awoke, they needed to talk.
“Max?”
Jackson’s prompt shook him from his thoughts. “Uh yeah. I’m actually going to stay in Anchorage for a few days.” He chuckled and there was no need to fake the sound.
“I’m not sure the cops want me leaving town just yet.”
“What did you do?”
“Nothing. Much.” He rolled his eyes under his lids. Jax so wouldn’t understand.
“It’s another face-to-face conversation we have to have.”
“Well, don’t think you’re getting away from telling me everything,” Jax warned.
He thought about last night. He’d shared other sexual tales with Jax. Explicit details, usually late-night wine-and-gin-fueled conversations. But somehow he didn’t think he was going to share details about last night. That was too intimate. Personal.
A link that connected him to his twin broke and Max felt the pain in his chest.
“Max?”
This time the call came from the bedroom. Mandy’s voice sinking into his heart, filling the strange space created between him and Jax.
“Listen, I’ve got to go.”
“Yeah, that’s good.” Jax sounded distracted. “We’ll talk later.”
“Yeah, later.”
Max tapped the screen to end the call and opened the door. Mandy stood at the end of the bed, leaning against the bedpost as if she was too tired to stand on her own. Her hair was rumpled and her lips slightly swollen.
“Who was on the phone?”
“Jax.”
There was no glimmer of guilt, no hesitation. She nodded and licked her lips, her eyes drooping closed.
“You weren’t actually engaged to him were you?” Max asked.
She shook her head and dragged one hand through her hair. “Part of the plan.” She blinked and looked up at him. “Why am I up?”
He smiled. “Because you got cold when I got out of bed?” he suggested.
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and rolled over, draping her arm around Gideon’s chest and dropping her head on his shoulder.
Max stood and watched, his heart swelling at the sight. They looked beautiful together. Delicious. It wasn’t going to be easy. He didn’t even want to believe that it would but he wasn’t going to let either of them go. They’d have to find a way to make it work.
“Cold,” Mandy muttered, wiggling her ass. He stretched out on the bed, cuddling up behind Mandy, reaching his arm across to include Gideon. As if all three bodies strained when one was missing, a subtle profound calm settled between them. He buried his face in Mandy’s hair and closed his eyes, feeling sleep pull at him.
He was content, his wolf was happy. And he was going to make sure neither of his mates slept without him again.
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Epilogue
Max zipped his bag and tossed it on the couch. He still had four hours before his flight took off. Plenty of time to imprint himself on his lovers one more time. He hated the thought of leaving them, even for a few days, but he had to get back to Vegas.
He had a photo shoot that he couldn’t put off. And he needed to start tidying up his life there.
They hadn’t made any decisions about where the three of them would live but it made more sense for him to move to Alaska. His job was portable.
They’d spent the past week getting to know each other better. He’d explained about being a werewolf and being a werewolf’s mate. He hadn’t physically claimed either of them yet but they all knew it was coming. He didn’t mind taking it slow.
He smiled. Jax was going to be impressed by his restraint. He felt almost noble giving Mandy and Gideon a chance to get used to the idea before he sank his teeth into their skin and marked them forever. His gum line ached just thinking about it.
The upside of this trip to Vegas was he’d get to see Jax. They’d talked over the phone but it wasn’t the same as seeing his brother. The tension he’d heard in Jax’s voice—the instigation for this trip—had disappeared but a new strain had appeared and seemed to grow every time they spoke. Jax was hiding something and whatever it was, it made him feel guilty. Didn’t matter. Max wasn’t letting his brother escape this time without a full confession.
And Max needed to see Dani. Before he could settle in with his new lovers, he had to see her, make a clean break. Sure she’d broken up with him, but he needed to face her, say goodbye and good luck. Because he did wish her the best. No jealousy or even strong emotions lingered around his thoughts for her. She’d found someone else. Good for her. He truly hoped she was happy.
Things were going smoothly in Anchorage. It looked like Mandy’s father would be cleared of the embezzlement charges. Facing a charge of kidnapping, Baldino and Mickelson were spilling their guts about their company. Turns out they were doing more than embezzling—bribing state legislators and attempting to bribe a judge.
Mandy’s dad had been an easy fall guy. Someone to distract the feds while they cleaned up their mess.
Max glanced at his watch. Time to find his lovers.
He went to the kitchen. Gideon was cooking. Again. Mandy was “helping”…which really meant she was sitting at the counter acting as the official taster. He stood in the doorway and watched for a moment. They looked good together. The past few days had given them a chance to get to know each other as well and they’d be spending the 166
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next few days alone together. A strange surge of jealousy invaded his chest but he brushed it aside. The three of them were bound together. There was no need for him to be jealous. The relationship was new but growing and he had no doubt they would make it.
He leaned his shoulder against the doorframe.
“Will whatever you’re making be good heated up?”
Mandy spun around on the high stool, her eyes lighting up when she saw him. That jealousy he’d ignored disappeared completely. His lovers would miss him and be waiting for him when he returned.
“Are you planning to cool things off?” She leaned back on the counter, the movement pulling up the oversized shirt she wore, revealing those delicious thighs. He was stunned by the change in her in just a week. She’d beco
me more comfortable in her sexuality and confident in her sex appeal. Maybe it was because he and Gideon had spent every available moment getting her naked and showing her just how much they appreciated the sight of her body.
She reached between her breasts and undid the next button on the shirt giving him a better look at her deep cleavage. Her fingers dipped into the space, teasing his eyes, tempting.
He shook his head. “Cool is not what I was going for.”
Gideon grinned over his shoulder. He looked at Mandy and winked. He pulled the pan off the stove and slipped it in the oven. Slamming the door shut, he spun around and leaned against the counter.
“We have an hour,” Gideon announced.
“An hour?”
“Dinner will be done in an hour.”
Mandy sat up, looking efficient, in a debauched sort of way. “We’ll have time to eat and get you to the airport two hours before your flight.”
Two hours? He didn’t need to sit in the airport for two hours. Not when he could be fucking.
He shook his head. “It’s going to take more than an hour for what I have in mind.”
Mandy’s eyes got wide and her knees snapped together. He turned and drilled her with a stare, letting all his hunger, lust and love flow through that look. She took a deep breath and eased her legs apart, hiking the shirt up to her hips, revealing her wet pussy.
“Very good, Amanda.” Red painted her cheeks and Max fought the desire to smile.
He liked that she was getting comfortable with her body but still blushed at the thought of fucking him.
He turned his attention to Gideon. He stood by the counter, looking amused and arrogant. Max was going to fix that when he returned from Vegas. He hadn’t yet had a chance to spank Gideon’s ass but there was time enough.
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“How long before your dinner is ruined?” See him trying to be the considerate lover.
Gideon turned down the heat on the oven then strolled by Max, rubbing shoulders as he passed. “Ninety minutes. Think that’s enough time, stud?” He said it with a smirk that made Max’s palm itch to tap Gideon’s ass.
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