by Renee Rose
Too late. My muscles were already spasming around Landry’s cock as he continued to play with my clit. It was too much. Being with them. Wanting Wade for two weeks. Wanting both of them all day. The taste of Wade on my tongue, the feel of Landry filling me and hitting spots inside I didn’t even know I had…
I gasped, then cried out as the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced ripped through me. I was lost to it. Wild. Frantic. Hot.
“Uh oh.” Wade was smiling. “Looks like someone just earned herself another punishment.”
I came again at his words. Knowing he was watching as another man fucked me. As my inner walls clenched and milked Landry. Needing more. Wanting it all.
Or maybe I never stopped coming. All the while, Landry was pounding into me, harder now that my mouth wasn’t around Wade’s cock.
I moaned. Let my eyes fall closed, gave over to the feel
Landry let out a growl as his strokes grew rougher. “Again, sugar,” he growled, then pulled me up so I sat on his thighs, my sweaty back to his front. In this position, I couldn’t help, couldn’t do anything but let Landry use me to satisfy his craving. He still worked my clit while his palm gently circled my throat. I knew who was in charge, and it wasn’t me.
I opened my eyes when I felt hands on my breasts, fingers playing with my nipples.
Two men. Two sets of hands touching me.
Landry thrust deep one last time, kissed my neck, then turned his head away on a growl. I felt him growing thicker and longer inside me, then he came with another deep growl that I felt against my back. He pinched my clit, and I came with him. Screaming, becoming boneless. Done in.
The cry of pleasure turned into a moan. I had no idea it could be like this. That it could feel this good. This… intense. This deep, and I didn’t mean Landry’s dick. This was… God, life altering.
They were ruining me for all other men. For being with only one man.
I couldn’t go back from this. I didn’t think I wanted to.
And that was a big problem, because I was only here for the weekend.
10
LANDRY
“What the fuck are we going to do?” I whispered. Even though we were on the porch with the front and bedroom doors closed, I didn’t want Caitlyn hearing a word of our conversation. We’d pretty much fucked her into unconsciousness, and my wolf was proud of that. So was I.
I ran a hand through my hair. My wolf was agitated, so I began to pace. We’d taken her not once, but twice during the night. Our balls had been emptied and our wolves pleased to make our mate come multiple times.
But we hadn’t marked her.
She expected us to take her out into the woods to find and tag more wolves this morning.
She was going to use the data from the wolves we’d helped her tag the day before, possibly in ways that were a danger to our entire pack.
She was leaving.
Wade leaned against the rail, looking out across the field. The sun was coming up over the mountain. In the distance stood a deer, nibbling on the dew-covered grass. “I want to wake her up with my head between her thighs.”
He’d climbed from bed and put on jeans, zipped but not buttoned. Nothing else.
I wore the same, but had slipped on a flannel shirt.
“I like that idea, but it doesn’t solve our problem.” I faced him, waited for him to look my way. “I can’t lead her to more wolves today. Not only would it seem strange that we could find them so easily three times in a row, but I don’t want any others tagged.”
Wade nodded. “The two from yesterday were, what, a compromise?”
I shrugged, growled, because that was exactly what it was. “Fuck. She’s our mate,” I snapped.
“We take her out this morning, steer her clear of any wolves,” he said. “She doesn’t get any more tagged. Between her motivation to see her work through and that boss of hers, she’ll be back next weekend. Your rules will still apply.”
“Meaning she’ll be between us once more.” My dick and my wolf liked that idea.
“Exactly.”
“That only moves this conversation to next weekend. I don’t want to offer up more for her to tag then.”
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath. “I don’t know what the fuck to do. I’m trying to keep my wolf calm about her leaving later to go back to Granger.”
Fuck me. The idea of our mate being fifty miles away where we couldn’t be with her made my body actually ache. It was in our nature to mark our mate, then keep her close. Fuck her. Protect her. Cherish her.
We couldn’t do any of those things if she wasn’t here.
“I don’t know when Gib and Ben will return with their mate, but I can only stall my brother on this long enough. He’s going to lose his shit when he hears what I’ve done, how I’ve helped a human tag wolves. He won’t care if she's our mate.”
“I’m the worst enforcer substitute ever,” Wade grumbled, then sighed. “What can we do today—right now?”
I leaned against a pillar, crossed my arms. “We can’t tell her what we are.”
He gave me a look. “I asked what we can do, not can’t.” Wade shook his head. “Still, you’re right. Now’s definitely not the right time.”
I had no idea when that would be, but it wasn’t now. We had to figure out how to tell her what we were, and not drive her away at the same time. I was going crazy thinking of her returning to Granger.
I didn’t want to go moon mad, which could be a consequence of meeting your mate and not marking her, especially for a wolf of alpha lineage.
“We’ll go back in there and fuck our mate, satisfy our wolves. And her.” I pointed inside the house. “Then attempt to find more wolves for her to tranq and tag, but without success. We’ll take her back to her car at the trailhead, then…” I growled again. “Fuck.”
“I liked the fucking part. The rest sucks.”
At the sound of Caitlyn’s voice, we went quiet and turned toward the house. Even through two closed doors, we could hear her clearly with our wolf abilities. She was on the phone, or talking to herself.
“…two tagged yesterday. I’m hoping for more today and—”
She was quiet for a moment.
“I’m aware my funding is tied to the depth of my data. I’ll tag as many wolves as needed.”
Wade looked to me, jaw clenched.
She wasn’t talking to herself. Most likely that boss of hers. Calling her at dawn on Sunday? Definitely overbearing.
We were in big trouble, because it didn’t seem like there was anything that was going to keep our mate from exposing wolves to the world. Even if her mates were wolves.
CAITLYN
Dr. Andrews annoyed the shit out of me. I was the one up in the wilderness. I was the one approaching wild animals with a tranq gun. I was the one spending my weekends searching.
I hung up on him after yet another call going over the same thing. He wanted as many wolves tagged as possible to have the broadest data points. Like I didn’t know that. Two in one day was pretty amazing. I could spend this week in the lab following them, taking notes. It was a successful weekend, thanks to Landry and Wade.
And that was only from a professional standpoint.
I set my cell back on the dresser then gasped when they appeared in the open doorway. “God, you scared me.”
“You seem upset.” Landry came into the room.
The room with the huge bed where we’d done all kinds of naughty things. I was in Wade’s shirt, which I’d found on the floor. I hadn’t wanted to talk to Dr. Andrews naked, even though he couldn’t see me.
I pointed to my cell. “My boss. Checking in.”
Wade came over to me, tugged me to him, and dropped onto the bed so I stood between his parted knees. “He’s micromanaging the hell out of this project.”
I rolled my eyes as I absently played with the smattering of hair on his bare chest. His broad, well-muscled chest. “No kidding.”
“He bothering yo
u?” Landry asked. The darker tone of the question had me looking up at him.
“Bothering? No. Annoying? Definitely.”
Wade’s fingers went to the buttons of his shirt that I was wearing, slowly opening each one. Oh, my. “We’ve got ways to make you forget about him.”
“When we’re done with you, the last thing you’ll be is annoyed,” Landry added.
He went to the bedside table, opened the drawer. He pulled out a shiny object and a small plastic bottle.
When he held them up, I frowned in confusion, then realized what they were.
“Oh no,” I said, although I was more apprehensive about the bejeweled butt plug and lube than afraid.
Wade slipped the flannel off my shoulders so I was bare to both of them. “Oh yes. And you like the idea.” He ran his knuckles over my nipples. “These hardened as you were checking them out.”
“Being between two men means we take you. Everywhere.”
Everywhere meant… yeah, wow. I’d never thought about butt stuff before, but it seemed I was going to now.
“But you’re not ready for me to fuck that gorgeous ass yet,” Landry said, dropping the lube onto the bed. “This will help. Get on your hands and knees, and we’ll work this in nice and slow.”
I licked my lips, staring at the flared section of the small toy. I’d never had anything in my butt before, and I clenched even thinking about it. But that squeeze made my clit pulse and my pussy feel empty. Why did the idea of having a butt plug in me make me hot?
“Once that pretty gem’s between those lush ass cheeks, we’ll take you to find more wolves,” Wade added. He kissed me, then, as if he had to.
“As a reward?” I asked.
He winked. “You can call it whatever you want.”
They were kinky and dirty, filthy and yet gentle and cautious. Protective and sweet.
As I kissed Wade, Landry came around behind and cupped my pussy from behind. I gasped against Wade’s mouth as Landry quickly learned I was aroused by what they wanted.
“She’s dripping,” he confirmed.
Wade pulled away, and I looked into his eyes. Heat, need. I couldn’t miss it.
“Be a good girl and do as Landry said. He’s going to train your back hole for us to take you. Eventually, I’ll be in your pussy, Landry in your ass. You’re going to love it.”
I wasn’t so sure, but they hadn’t done anything yet I hadn’t liked.
I swallowed, then crawled up onto the bed because I wanted to try this with them. I was aroused by this. I couldn’t help it.
“Knees further apart.” Landry grabbed the lube.
I was on my hands and knees, facing the headboard, watching over my shoulder as he drizzled the slick liquid onto the plug. Wade sat on the side of the bed still, but turned and began to play with my breasts, running a hand over my pussy, slipping a finger into me, then back out. Circling my clit. Pretty much, he was getting me hot.
I shifted and arched my back at his carnal touch. Then Landry set a hand on my butt and opened me up. I tensed.
“Easy,” he murmured.
Wade didn’t stop his caressing and fondling as Landry began to work the plug into me. He took his time, pushing, then retreating.
I took deep breaths, but the combination of what Wade was doing and Landry’s insistence was really intense. Landry had had his mouth on my back entrance and that had been sizzling, but him penetrating me there with the smooth metal was something else altogether.
Naughty, definitely. Submissive, completely. I felt as if Landry was in charge and I was bending to his will. I had no doubt if I told him no, he’d stop, but if they were serious about having me together—which they were—this was part of it.
And I loved it.
I tipped my head back, my long hair sliding over my bare back as the plug settled deep.
“Wow,” I said, squeezing my butt. It was… there.
Landry went into the bathroom and washed his hands as Wade pulled me up to kneeling and began kissing me again as his hands still roamed.
When Landry returned, I felt the bed dip behind me. “You’ll come now, then we’ll take you to look for those wolves.”
Wade shifted all his attention to my pussy, fucking me with two fingers as his palm worked my clit. It was so snug with the plug in.
“Right. The plug can come out—”
“The plug stays in,” he said, as I writhed against Wade’s hand.
I frowned, and clenched my butt again, which made me moan. I was close to coming… and arguing with Landry.
“But—”
“You can take it out when you get home tonight. When you call us.”
My mouth fell open. I was desperate for one pinch, one rough tug on my clit.
“Tonight? You can’t… I can’t… I mean, driving, riding in the truck? Oh, God…”
Landry grinned wickedly. “You’re going to love it. If you need to come from all those bumps and vibrations of the truck, we’ll pull over and take care of you,” he promised.
I moaned, thinking of being so needy, Wade would stop the truck to satisfy me. I came then, dripping all over his fingers. The plug in my bottom only made it even more intense.
Three hours later, by the time Wade parked in front of my car at the trailhead, I’d come three more times. As Landry said, they’d happily stopped the truck and given me orgasms, the need too great because of that dang plug.
We hadn’t found any more wolves, but I hadn’t minded.
As I drove down the bumpy road back to Granger, all I could think about was how I craved two men, loved a plug in my ass and came hard because of it.
After spending the night with Landry and Wade, I didn’t recognize myself any longer.
11
WADE
“The Biology building is this way.” I led Landry across the grass at Granger State, toward the sprawling grey sciences building. He’d taken time away from the distillery—time he couldn’t afford, especially with Gib gone—because the two of us couldn't stand to be away from our mate. Our wolves had made us agitated and fucking miserable since we watched her taillights disappear on Sunday.
I’d cyber-stalked her enough to know that she taught an undergrad biology course this afternoon, and we’d decided to drive down and watch her work.
That was our excuse to see her again.
“What was it like, living with all these humans when you went here?” Wade asked, looking around. “Was it hard to be away from the pack?”
I’d spent four years in Granger and I’d enjoyed it, but my wolf always pulled me back to the mountains above West Springs whenever it could.
“I felt like a fish out of water, for sure. I was always worried about hiding what I was—your dad put a heavy dose of alpha fear into me over fucking that up.” I chuckled, shooting a glance at Landry to make sure it landed right.
He’d lost his father, our pack alpha, five years ago in a tragic accident. A strong storm had kicked up during a full moon run and a tree had fallen, crushing him. Losing an alpha was devastating to not only the family, but the entire pack. Gib had taken over immediately, but the transition of trust took some time. Now, with Gib still in Montana, Landry could see how being a new alpha was not only difficult, but came with a burden of trust and commitment to so many. He was being torn between protecting those he temporarily led, but also me and Caitlyn. The man and his wolf.
“I liked being down here,” I continued. “My parents were so proud that I was getting an education to help the pack. That made it all worth it.”
“Were you, like, big man on campus?” he asked with a sly grin. The campus was busy with summer students, those walking to class or lounging on the grass, or even playing frisbee.
I snorted. “Nope. I’m not you. I kept to myself, mostly. Like I said, your dad scared the shit out of me about making sure I never revealed what I am.”
I was four years younger than Landry, so while we knew we were scent-matches, we hadn’t hung out togeth
er much before I left for college. It wasn’t until a full moon run during my junior year that we pleasured a female wolf together afterwards, and formed a bond.
I pulled open the door to the building and lifted my chin toward the stairs. “Lecture Hall 305. Third floor.”
Landry lifted his nose, inconspicuously taking in the scents. His gaze slid to mine as we both caught the faint aroma of our female. Even in a space that was as well used as this one, we could pick up our mate’s scent and track her.
My wolf started quivering in anticipation. Fates, the last two days had been a goddamn trial. When a wolf met his mate—or, in our sub-species’ case, their mate—the need to claim her with his mark was instantaneous and compelling as hell. If the female was a wolf, she’d understand. She’d want it as badly as we did. And right away.
Our sexy scientist wasn’t a wolf though. She was human, so we had to operate within the confines of human behavior. Court her. Win her over. Prove our love—not that love was a concept wolves usually used. Quickly.
It was a balancing act between putting our mate at ease, and keeping our wolves happy.
Now that I’d met Caitlyn, I could believe in love. If it was the innate sense of well-being when I was near her, when I was providing for, pleasing and protecting her, then I totally got it.
Yeah, I was madly in love.
And slowly going insane with the need for her.
We found the lecture hall, and slipped in with the other students entering. The moment I was inside, my wolf calmed a bit. Circled and preened.
There she was.
Our mate.
She was looking hotter than hell in a pair of jeans and a wide-necked blouse. Was it crazy that the sight of her exposed collarbone drove me mad?
We took seats in the back row, not wanting to disturb Caitlyn. We also removed our cowboy hats, and sank down in our seats so we wouldn’t draw attention. Being in Wyoming, many of the students probably had Stetsons of their own, but none were wearing them now.
