Between Two Wolves and a Hard Place (13 page)

Then Drake stands. "I can't wait any longer. I need you. Now." The urgency in his voice sends a shiver through me. I hear him unzip his pants, and then suddenly his cock head is pressing against my pussy. I spread my legs wider and push back against him. I need him inside me. I need to feel him stretch me wide.

But Drake takes it slow, agonizingly slow, and I almost cry out with frustration. His head nestles against my lips, slowly pushing deeper. I take out my frustration on Dean, going deeper and deeper on his cock, causing him to rock back and forth on the balls of his feet.

"Kiera," groans Drake from behind me. "Are you ready?"

"Please," I whimper. "Now."

And he thrusts into me, sliding deep into my canal, all the way in, like a key into a lock, a hand into a glove, filling me completely and causing me to buck up, eyes going wide.

"Damn, baby," grunts Drake, hands on my hips, buried to the hilt in my pussy. "You're so wet. So tight. So perfectly hot."

I push my head back down on Dean's cock, and he growls as I feel him coming close to the edge of climaxing. His cock is throbbing, thicker, and I know that if I keep working him, he'll come into the back of my throat.

Drake pulls out, then smoothly pistons back in. He's almost too much, and my whole body jiggles as he slams back into me. I love it. I feel like my body is a toy in his large hands, my curves perfectly handled by his strength. Deep he goes, my pussy clamping tight around his cock, and he groans again.

Dean's hands are buried deep in my hair, and I can hear his growl growing raw and pushing right to the edge. I pull off his cock and look up at him. "Do you want to come?" My voice is pure desire. I feel so erotic, so desired. Absolutely shameless. "Do you want to come in my mouth?"

"I want to fuck those lips of yours like you wouldn't believe," he groans. "But first I have to claim you. First I have to make you mine."

Drake slides deep into me again, and I moan, the sensation of his rubbing my insides beyond anything I've felt before. "How?" I can barely breathe out the word.

Dean cups my chin and leans down to kiss me. A ghost of a kiss, a light pass over my own lips, tantalizing and beyond hot. "We're going to fuck you at the same time. Both of us inside you."

Drake's cock head almost leaves my pussy, pausing right at my lips, then again he pushes deep into me, filling and stretching my canal. I stare into Dean's searing golden eyes. "Both of you?"

"Yes," he says, his smile wickedness incarnate. "I'm going to take your luscious backside. Drake will take your pussy. We'll both come inside you at the same time. And then we'll switch. I'll fuck your pussy, and he'll take your tight little hole. Over and over, till you're ours forever."

Chapter 16

I can't think. The very idea of them both inside me at the same time is almost too much. Will I be able to handle that kind of intensity? I've never been with two men, and to take them both at once? I'm scared, but I realize I want them. I want them in every way possible. So I nod to Dean, and he kisses me passionately, hungrily. His lips press hard against mine, his hands finding my breasts, and I gasp as he tears my shirt open, simply tears the fabric and presses his callused hands against my tits.

"Oh," I groan as he raises me up so that he can take my nipples in his mouth, first one, then the other. I feel like my bones have liquefied, as if I'm floating in a cloud of ecstasy. Dean presses my breasts together so that he can flick his tongue over both nipples at once, and I close my eyes, shuddering each time Drake pounds into me.

My breasts have always been sensitive, but with Dean sucking and licking them, I feel like they've gone to a whole new level. My nipples turn rock hard, and his suckling and sucking build an aching pleasure that's almost painful. My breasts feel heavy and when he squeezes them it's perfect.

Drake pulls free from my pussy, and the loss makes me cry out and look over my shoulder. "Where did you go?"

His grin is dangerous as he pulls me around to face him. "You are so fucking sexy, Kiera," he says. "Do you know how long I've waited for this moment?"

He slides an arm under my large thigh and lifts it up, so that my pussy lips spread shamelessly open. Reaching down with his other hand, he guides his cock toward my cleft. "Years. Dreaming. Hoping. Thinking of your body. How you must taste. What you would sound like when you come."

"Oh, Drake," I say, and he angles his hips just right and then enters my pussy. He wraps an arm around me, mashing my breasts to his torso, and almost lifts me right off the ground. He's so strong. I'm a big girl, and yet in his arms I feel like a feather.

Then I feel something cold on my ass - a drop of something oily and cold. Lube? I look over my shoulder, and see Dean staring at my ass with careful concentration. "Don't tense up, my love," he says. "Just relax, and I'll go slow. Push back at me when you're ready."

I feel his fingertip work the lube into me, gently circling round and round, and I bite my lower lip as I fight my reflex to clench. But Drake's cock within me helps me relax, and when he leans down to kiss me, I don't even gasp as a second finger enters my ass.

My body is being drowned in emotions and sensations. I've never felt so alive, my nerves so aflame with ecstasy. My ass burns as Dean stretches it a little, and I focus on the pleasure that floods into me with each stroke of Drake's cock. Dean's fingers begin to gently pulse into me, moving in rhythm with my hips. "That's right," he whispers, lips at my ear. "Take my fingers, just like that."

I cry out when he adds a third finger, but it's not because of pain. It's intense, but I want him, I want all of him, inside me in every way. His fingers go deeper and deeper, in and out, and I find my pussy squeezing tighter around Drake's cock, causing him to groan. I push back against Dean, wanting him, but then his fingers are gone.

Drake leans down and takes one of my nipples between his teeth, and nips just right, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through me. I throw back my head and gasp just as Dean's cock presses against my ass and slides inside, the burning less intense than it was.

"Damn," whispers Dean. "You're so tight. So tight it's insane. Push back, my love. Push back when you're ready."

Am I ready? Hell, yes. I want them both in me. I feel a crazy, possessive desire to take them both, own them both, and have them own me. I push back against Dean, and he slides deeper and deeper until he's all the way in.

The three of us slow and stop. My body is in a state of alarm, and I stand there trembling, both men deep inside me. I can feel their hard cocks within me, pulsing and sending waves of pleasure through my body.

"You're ours," whispers Drake, his voice rough.

"Ours," repeats Dean.

"Yours," I whimper. It's so intense, it's beyond belief. I'm filled with their cocks. Drake draws out slowly, gently, then slides back in. My body adjusts, and I can barely breathe. Their bodies are pressed against me, their skin hot and smooth. Their muscles, their smell, their chins and lips against my neck and face.

Everything is slowly moving with the deepest and most sensual of rhythms. Slowly the men figure out how to fuck me in tandem. Each time Drake pulls back, Dean slides into me. When he withdraws, Drake fills my pussy. Back and forth, over and over. I feel like a viola, and both of them are drawing their bows over my strings, drawing the most beautiful of music from my body.

It's beyond anything I could have imagined. Dean and Drake fuck me with something akin to reverence, something akin to raw desire. I feel loved. My body feels worshipped. They kiss my shoulders, my ears, gasp and smile at me.

I can't catch my breath. My orgasm is building, and it's a tsunami, so large and powerful I'm almost afraid. They build up their tempo, perfectly timed, faster and faster, filling and emptying me so that I rock between them, thinking over and over again that I'm with Dean and Drake, the two men I know best in this world, the men I love and will never leave.

Dean bites my neck where it joins my shoulder as he pushes in deeper than ever before. Drake begins to rumble, deep in his chest. They're driving deeper into me, more and more powerfully. My toes are barely brushing the ground. I'm suspended between them. Both men fuck me at the same time, and as my ecstasy mounts and mounts, I stop being able to form coherent thoughts.

"Now, Kiera." Drake's voice is pure churned gravel. "Let go. Now."

As if on command, unleashed by his sheer raw sexiness, my orgasm hits. Both men lean down and bite me as my body begins to spasm, the shock of the pain sharp and in contrast to the pleasure, and then they both come inside me. Hot. Deep, pulsing and filling me in every way as I open my mouth and see white.

I can't make a sound. I shudder and shake, pinned between them as they roar. We sink to the blankets, still pressed together, my body almost convulsing with the sheer power of my orgasm.

We lie down on our sides, and finally Dean pulls out, moving carefully and lifting himself up onto one elbow. Drake remains inside me a little longer, and then he too pulls out. I feel empty, almost hollow without them. My eyes flutter as I try to focus on them, and then I grin, goofy and giddy. "That. Was beyond insane. That should be illegal."

"You're ours now," says Drake, grinning right back.

"Almost," says Dean. His grin is just as wide, and it makes my heart soar to see him so happy, to see no shadows on his face. "We're not done yet."

"Not done?" I stare at one, then the other, wide-eyed. "There's more?"

Drake laughs and leans down to kiss my throat, and Dean shifts so I can feel his still-erect cock against my back. "Oh, yes," says Dean. His voice makes my body weak all over again. "We're just getting started. I haven't been in your pussy yet. You think I'm going to let you escape till I fuck you in there?"

"And I want your perfect ass," says Drake, still kissing my neck. "A piece of that ass that has haunted my best and most tortured dreams."

Their voices are rumbles, and I feel a thrill to be lying between these two insanely hot men, both of them telling me just how much they need and desire me.

"Ours," says Dean, sounding possessive and amused.

"Or mine," I say, giving him a playful shove.

"Yours, then," he says, and his grin is part boyish charm, part devastatingly hot man of my dreams. I melt back against him and look up into his gleaming eyes.

"Mine," I whisper. "All mine, forever."

Drake lifts his head, smile curving across his handsome face. "Are we done talking? We've got some serious lovemaking to do."

I laugh and throw up my hands. "Do what you must! I am your willing victim."

"Good," growls Dean, moving up and over me. Drake joins him, and I reach out with eager arms, pulling them down to my waiting body.

Chapter 17

My Rebirth line wins the Harrowgate competition, but I politely tell Julia that I don't want to leave Honeycomb Falls. She's taken aback, but when I explain that I have personal ties that I can't break, she graciously understands. I ask if she still wants to showcase my art in their galleries, and she laughs and says yes, of course, and then I ask if I can set the prices, and she pauses.

"Of course you can," she says. "It's your art. We just ask that you provide us with enough pieces that we can stock our galleries around the world."

Which makes me happier than I could ever express. I gift my parents with Phoenix I, and tell them that I never could have found the right path without their guidance and love. The other pieces I ship to Julia, and then I get to work producing more art. Harrowgate's appetite is voracious, but luckily I have a burning desire to produce what they need that I don't think will ever die.

I call Marv a couple of days after his appearance, and threaten him with breaking and entry, assault, and a host of other crimes. He breaks down on the phone while I try to calculate how many years that will get him in jail, and promises to sign over Iron and Roses and return all my property and money if I'll just leave him alone. I promise that I never, ever want to hear from him again, and if that he so much as contacts me I'll not only call the police, but I'll tell Dean and Drake. He agrees, stammering, and I hang up with a bitter sense of satisfaction.

Leena's comeuppance is slower in coming, and for a few days I'm worried that nothing's going to happen to her at all. She grabbed her stuff and left town that very night she confronted us, but neither Dean nor Drake seem concerned. When I finally ask them, they tell me that they've already put out the word in shifter circles as to what kind of person she is. That she shot Dean in the gut. Her chances at finding a shifter mate are ruined, and with that being her driving goal, so is her life. From the little I know of Leena, I have to agree that's a fitting punishment, and am content.

I move into Dean and Drake's ranch house, and quickly become friends with Susan and George. They're overjoyed to have me replace Leena, and I adjust so quickly to living with the pack that I can barely remember what it was like to be alone.

Dean and Drake - they're amazing. In many ways, we fall back into the rhythms we shared as teenagers. Drake and I catch up on movies and TV shows, and walk into town every day to grab breakfast before I hit the studio. Dean and I spend our time in nature, going on long hikes, exploring the wilderness, and watching the stars from mountain peaks. But usually we're together, exploring, hanging out, and making insane, crazy, passionate love.

One evening we're sitting on a picnic blanket with a gorgeous view of the setting sun. Summer is fast approaching, and the last of the beautiful springtime blooms are starting to fade and fall. We've just finished eating a delicious feast that we purchased at Mindy's General Store, and are lying in a contented tangle, my head on Drake's stomach, Dean's on my own lap. I feel dreamy, content, but a small coal of nerves burns in my core.

The moment has come. Caressing Dean's hair, I sit up. "Guys. I have something to tell you."