by Renee Rose
Landry shot me a warning look and I managed to stifle the sound, but not before Caitlyn turned to me, wide-eyed.
“Sorry.” I cleared my throat. “Allergies.”
“How’s it going?” John started the conversation in the slow, small-town way of many conversations with old-timers in the pack.
I could sense Landry’s impatience.
“What’s up?” he snapped.
“I saw a strange car parked—”
Landry nodded. “Yep. I already talked to Gib about it. It belongs to Caitlyn, here. She’s our guest.”
Caitlyn lifted a hand in a friendly wave, leaning forward to send John a smile.
I had to clear the growl from my throat again.
“Oh?” John wouldn’t take the hint and move the fuck on. Another drawback of small-town pack life. Everyone’s business was everyone’s business. Or so they thought.
“Yeah. She’s a wolf biologist,” Landry admitted.
Fuck. I was hoping we could avoid that little fact, at least for now. But I supposed we’d have to tell the pack sooner or later. Caitlyn was our mate. Our human mate, who knew nothing about shifters, much less the Two Marks species that mated in pairs. We had our hands full just figuring out how to make a human fall in love and want to stay and mate two males. But when her somewhat unfortunate profession was added, it doubled our difficulties. We had to balance a responsibility to our pack and species with the singular urge to claim, keep, and protect our mate.
And it was starting right now. John might not be a busybody, but he certainly spent time flapping his gums. His bushy salt and pepper brows slammed down. “Gibson already told her there’d be no wolf tagging on this property.”
Ugh. Of course Gib had talked to John about it. As a Fish and Game employee, he’d have told John to keep a look out for her at the same time he assigned me to go and sniff around in Granger.
Landry’s back stiffened because while it was smart for Gib to ensure everyone was looking out for the pack, it made it seem as if Landry couldn’t do his job as alpha.
“I know that,” Landry said, his words slow and even. “But Wade and I made a different decision.”
It took John a moment. He had his mouth open like he was about to continue his argument, when the particular emphasis on the words Wade and I must have set in. John should have remembered we were scent-matches.
He looked at the three of us differently now. “You and Wade. Together?”
Good. He was figuring it out.
“That’s right.”
I couldn’t see anything but the back of Landry’s head, but John’s gaze was locked onto Landry’s face, and whatever he read there made him sit back in his truck.
He sighed and looked more resigned than happy for us. “Well, all right. If she’s with you, I guess it’s safe enough.”
“That’s right,” Landry repeated.
John rolled up his window and pressed the gas, rolling his truck slowly past us. Still, a spray of dirt kicked up.
“Jeez,” Caitlyn muttered as Landry pulled back onto the bumpy road. “You guys weren’t kidding about people being protective around here.”
“Sorry about that,” I offered, setting my hand on her thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. Then I left it there because it felt right. I silently made a vow to make sure the next time she met someone from our community, they would be warm and welcoming. Of course, I had no idea how I was going to ensure that, but it needed to happen.
Having Caitlyn think West Springs was a weird religious cult wasn’t going to help our cause.
Not one bit.
Or that we were a cranky bunch, because she’d met us cranky when she’d shown up on the land this morning.
I sat back against the seat, trying to think what would help. I knew what would help me… and my balls. I was sure Landry felt the same way. We’d satisfied Caitlyn on that boulder, still had her taste on our tongues. I’d be able to scent her anywhere, anytime.
Even now, my dick lengthened with eagerness for her.
We had to make our female happy in bed and out, but we’d yet to take her fully. Yet to show her what being between two lovers who cherished and craved her was like. She’d even said she doubted her desirability because we’d denied ourselves of her body.
No longer. It was time to change that. For her to know that she pleased us in all ways. That her profession wasn’t going to keep us from her, even though it was a big fucking problem. It wasn’t hers, though, but ours. Something we had to solve.
Until then, we’d show her how it would be. She was willing, that was for fucking sure. I took a deep breath. My wolf recognized her scent, but I also picked up on her arousal. She desired us.
Being with her was a challenge, because why would finding and claiming a mate be easy?
Yet it wasn’t a hardship, by any means. I had to stop another growl of desire from rising in my throat as I thought about all the ways we’d show her she belonged to us. With us. My dick pressed painfully against my jeans now. The jostling of the truck only added to my discomfort.
No, pleasuring Caitlyn wasn’t a hardship at all. More like a life purpose.
9
CAITLYN
I’d dedicated so many years of my life to wolf study. To these two, it was another day showing a guest the sights in the area. To me, it was… proof that those animals were worth saving and protecting, studying and helping, because while they might be at the top of their ecosystem, humans were their real threat.
It wasn’t just the wolf sightings that were amazing. It was sexy times on a huge boulder. Yeah, I’d be thinking of that when I was eighty. I’d gotten naked for two men, and eaten out.
Hello? That had been insane. And hot.
Then it was being with Landry and Wade. Hot. Attentive. Hot. Smart. Hot. Thoughtful. Hot. They cared about wolves as much as I did. Perhaps even more so, because they were protective of them. It seemed like everyone up here was, including the friend we met in passing.
I should be happy for that, but it felt as if while they liked me, the woman, they had a hard time with me, the wolf biologist.
But apparently not too much of a hard time because we were back at Wade’s cabin, not my car at the trailhead. We’d returned, and I’d gone to take a shower. I had no fresh clothes in my small bag—I’d only intended to do rustic camping—but Wade had given me one of his shirts. Now I wore that, and only that. The panties and bra I’d washed in the bathroom sink were slung over the shower door to dry.
Coming out of the bathroom, I found Landry washing his hands at the kitchen sink. Wade was pulling food from the fridge to start dinner. I leaned against the doorway, studying them.
I’d been instantly attracted to Wade at the brewery in Granger. One look, and I’d… well, I’d taken him home. He’d satisfied me sexually then, and done so again with Landry this morning. God, had they ever. I clenched my pussy at the memory.
They must have sensed my presence somehow because they turned to face me.
God, they were handsome. Maybe it was pheromones, but I was drawn to them like a magnet.
They wanted me, but had asked for nothing in return. For two weeks, I’d thought I’d been defective. A terrible lover. I had an ugly pussy. Something. Anything to justify why Wade hadn’t wanted me to reciprocate. Why he’d practically fled my apartment. I wouldn’t have believed the reason if he’d told me: That he shared a woman with someone else.
Heck, if I hadn’t noticed the heated looks in their gazes as they turned to look at me, I still wouldn’t have believed it. That it wasn’t just a kink for them. It was a way of life.
The way they were eyeing me, I felt like I was tonight’s meal.
“Thank you for showing me the wolves. God, it was amazing.” I sighed, feeling like I’d got the VIP treatment at an amusement park, heading straight to the attraction with none of the waiting. “Even if I lose my grant, I’ll always remember today.”
“Why would you lose your grant, sugar?�
� Wade asked, moving in close and stroking a wet tendril of hair behind my ear.
I shrugged, and his shirt, which was huge on me, slipped down one shoulder. It was a blatant sign of how big he was. “Not enough data. Not fast enough. No quantifiable outcomes. Or if my data negates my theories. The school won’t approve money for where there aren’t results.”
“You have the two from today to track, right?” Landry asked, coming to stand at my side.
I felt surrounded. Small. Protected. Sheltered. So many warring feelings when it came to these two. Should I be attracted to two men? Was it weird or wrong? All I knew was I felt things for them, things I’d never felt for any other man.
I nodded. “Following your rules, I’d like you to escort me like you did today to try to find more wolves. Then, after that, tomorrow I’ll go back to Granger and start analyzing the data.”
Landry’s chest rumbled and I whipped my head up. His dark eyes were almost golden. I frowned. “What’s the matter?” I whispered.
“You’re leaving.”
I laughed because he sounded like a kid whose toy was being taken away.
“Tomorrow. I have to teach, and work on my research during the week.” I reached up, set my palm on his chest. “I’m here now,” I said, in my sultriest of voices. Or at least, I hoped it sounded that way. I’d never tried to seduce one man, let alone two, before.
Wade’s finger slid along the length of my shoulder that was exposed, pushing the flannel over. I shivered at the caress. “My shirt looks better on you.”
“It’d look even better on the floor,” Landry commented.
“Are you going to let me reciprocate this time?” I asked. My fingers were now on the top button of my shirt, but I wasn’t going to take it off if they refused to get naked.
All of us.
“What did you have in mind?” Wade wondered.
I licked my lip and it was Wade’s turn to… growl?
“You’ve… on me, and I haven’t seen… done… you.” My cheeks could heat an oven.
“Sugar, you were sprawled on a boulder as I ate you out, screaming your pleasure. Now you’re shy?”
I looked down at my bare feet, but Landry tucked a finger under my chin and I was forced to meet his eyes with mine. “I just… need to know you’re as into this as I am.”
Their eyes narrowed and I could have sworn they looked angry, but I only had a second to process that because I was over Wade’s shoulder and he was carrying me to the bedroom before I could even blink.
He dropped me on the bed with a bounce and I watched as they stripped themselves bare. Boots thudded on the wood floor. Shirts went flying. Pants dropped. Yet they stared at me the whole time, as if ensuring I didn’t run off while they were busy. When the last article of clothing was shed, they stood at the foot of the bed. Naked. Letting me look at them.
And look I did. Holy hell.
I glanced from one to the next and back like I was following a tennis match. Landry was about an inch shorter than Wade, but he was more densely muscled. They both had dark hair.
They were perfect specimens of male perfection. Broad shoulders, sturdy pecs, tapered waists, chiseled abs. That V thingy that pointed directly to their upturned, eager dicks. They were both huge, erect, and thick. The velvety flesh was darker than the rest of them, a bulging vein surging up the full lengths to broad crowns.
I pushed up to my knees, licked my lips, then crawled closer across the big bed. They weren’t moving, but Wade’s dick pulsed and bobbed by his navel.
“So, um, how does this work? You guys have done this before, right?” I pulled Wade’s shirt off over my head and tossed it to the floor.
Both men rumbled their approval but didn’t admit to any past experiences, which was probably a good thing. I was feeling a little possessive.
“It works.” Wade’s voice sounded gravelly. I took hold of his cock at the base and it lengthened in my fist. “It works in—oh Fates, yes!”
Wade shuddered as I bent down and took him into my mouth as deeply as I could. “It works any way you want it to,” he panted when I slid back off and looked up.
“You keep sucking Wade, sugar,” Landry directed. “And let me take care of you.” He sauntered around the side of the bed, climbing up behind me.
I shot a glance over my shoulder, my pulse racing just having him closer to me. I was in between them again, but this time, things were different. I was getting my mouth on Wade as I’d wanted that first night, and with my bottom out like it was, I had a good idea of what he intended, and I was okay with that. Eager, in fact.
This was the most irrational, crazy thing I’d ever done—being with two men—and yet nothing had ever felt so right. If I stopped thinking, stopped analyzing, and just let myself go, I could trust.
This was happening, and it wasn’t wrong.
I licked around the head of Wade’s cock. I’d never had an uncircumcised partner before so I took my time investigating the hood, pulling it back, putting my tongue inside and rolling it around.
“Caitlyn,” he choked, gripping the back of my head. His fingers burrowed into my hair, but then I lost track of what he was doing because Landry pushed my knees wider and gripped my buttcheeks.
I sucked in a surprised breath when Landry parted my ass and rimmed me with his tongue. It was a shocking sensation—naughty but pleasurable. Who knew?
I let out a little whimper, then deep-throated Wade in my enthusiasm to receive more.
It was a strange sensation to be giving and receiving at the same time. I’d only sixty-nined once before, but this was different. Two men. Two!
I marshalled my focus so I would give Wade a decent blowjob, but it was so difficult. Landry licked me from clit to anus, driving me wild with each expert swipe of his tongue.
“I’m sorry,” I panted, popping off Wade to look up at him. “It-it’s hard to concentrate when…” Wade just chuckled and put his cock back in my mouth.
“Don’t worry, sugar. It all feels good to me. But I’ll help you.” He held the back of my head still and pumped in and out of my mouth, filling and emptying it. All I had to do was suck and swirl my tongue.
“Mmm,” I hummed around his length.
“Damn. I love it when you purr, sugar,” Wade praised.
Landry moved away and vaguely I heard the snap of a wrapper. Landry ran the head of his cock through my juices.
“I’m wearing a condom, sugar,” he told me. Another reason to trust him. These guys were considerate to my safety in all things.
I was glad he’d taken the initiative because the moment he pushed into me, I lost my mind. It was hard to think of protection when I was so worked up. Landry was big, and after two weeks of teasing with fingers and tongues, I was literally dying to be fucked.
I whimpered around Wade’s cock and started bobbing over it with enthusiasm, as if sucking his cock faster would make Landry pump behind me in the way I was desperate for.
“Greedy little thing, isn’t she?” Landry observed, gripping my hips and pumping faster.
Wade gathered my hair into a ponytail at my nape. “Oh, she wants it,” he reported, studying my face with obvious satisfaction. “Fuck her hard, and show her how to take it. She’s got two cocks to satisfy tonight.”
It could have sounded disrespectful, but I didn’t take it that way. There was something ridiculously hot about being talked about in third person. Between Wade and Landry, I became a sex object, and they wielded me the way they wished. At the same time, I was between them, being satisfied. I somehow held the power, even though their dicks were cramming me full.
I knew they’d take care of me. I trusted them.
I moaned my agreement, my satisfaction. Landry’s fingers tightened around my hips. While he took me hard, his hips slapping against my ass each time he thrust deep, he was careful I didn’t rock forward and take too much of Wade.
“Fuck,” he muttered to Wade. “I want her so badly.”
I didn’t un
derstand that, because he had me, but maybe he meant he needed to come.
I needed to come. Desperately.
I moaned again, a needy sound as I licked and sucked with total abandon. I was sure I lacked horribly as far as technique went, but at least I was enthusiastic. I wanted Wade to feel as good as he’d made me feel. Twice.
But then Landry reached around the front of my hips and found my clit with the pad of his finger. He gave it a little rub as he continued to fill me.
“Don’t make her come, yet,” Wade warned when I screamed around his cock. “I’m not done fucking her pretty little mouth, and I want to see her face when you send her over the edge.”
I whined my protest, because Landry stopped rubbing my clit and I was so. Close.
Wade took control again, gripping my head, guiding me over his cock to use my mouth for his pleasure. I surrendered completely, letting the two men drive, manipulate my body in the ways they wanted to. Wade’s breath grew ragged, his fingers in my hair tightened.
I started humming around his cock again and he shouted, balls drawing up tight. “I’m going to come, sugar.”
I stayed on his cock, humming as streams of Wade’s salty essence spurted into my mouth.
“Aw, what a good girl,” Landry praised, obviously watching, remaining still deep inside me. “She’s going to swallow.”
Honestly, I had never had before, but these men seemed to hit my kinky button and had turned on a side of me I didn’t even know myself. Wade pulled out, and I did swallow and licked my lips, then smiled up at him.
“Beautiful, sugar.” Wade caught my chin and held my face up to his. “You are so beautiful.” To Landry, he said, “Now let me watch you make her come.”
“Not until I tell you, all right, Caitlyn?” Landry said, but I barely heard him because he reached around and started rubbing my clit again.
“Oh,” I moaned at the added sensation.
“I want to come with you, sugar,” he added. “Can you wait for permission?”
Wade still cupped my face, stroking one cheek with his thumb. I stared up at him, trying to process what Landry was saying. Wade appeared amused. “Be a good girl.”
