Disobedient Cowboys [Lone Wolves of Shay Falls 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (18 page)

Mates? She gasped as the word echoed in her thoughts. She’d just mentally referred to the men in the same terms they used for her—and each other. Mates. Something was happening, there was no doubt of that. The deeper and harder he thrust his body inside hers, the more fully she felt a part of him. A part that wouldn’t be easily yanked away when it came time to leave Shay Falls.

“Oh, God,” she whispered shakily.

Stephen’s moans grew louder, and his actions more desperate.

“Rose,” Caleb said softly, and her eyes opened to find his burning with erotic need. “Look at me, darlin’. Look at me while he comes inside you.”

Their gazes locked, and her pleasure climbed a lot closer to the peak.

“I’m coming,” Stephen said, stiffening against her. “Oh, Jesus, Rose. I’m coming.”

She felt his cock pulse and swell, and Caleb gave her a tight, knowing smile while Stephen emptied himself inside her. Hot fluid gushed from her slit, and her eye contact with Caleb deepened, intensified. The intimacy between them was palpable, even though he wasn’t allowed to touch her. Stephen’s orgasm shook her deeply, too, and with his release came a wave of potent gratification. Her body had completed his to such great satisfaction, a thought that stirred her hunger until she was ready to attack Caleb with or without Stephen’s permission.

The notion barely had time to circulate in her thoughts before Stephen pulled out of her and pushed her legs off Caleb’s thighs so she was straddling his hips instead. Her sensitive, wet clit brushed the erection that pulsed stiffly between Caleb’s legs, and she let out a gasp.

“I find her most definitely compatible,” Stephen said to Caleb in between hoarse, ragged breaths, and he lifted her bottom and reached between her legs to grasp Caleb’s hard cock. “And you were quite obedient.”

Stephen guided Caleb against her cunt, and he pushed her hips down a little until the head of his cock shoved inside. She cried out, and Stephen moved his hand so she could fit Caleb in completely. She sat straight down on that throbbing shaft, and their still-clasped hands gripped each other’s hard enough to hurt when she took him all the way into her body.

“Oh, Rose,” Caleb said in a tone of disbelief. “Oh, God.”

The words required no explanation.

Her cunt clenched tightly around his dick, and she sat there, studying the way his glowing eyes and serious expression fluctuated in time to the throbbing and jerking between their legs. She expected Stephen to back away now and leave them to their time together, but that was far from what he did. He gripped her hips again, much the way he had while taking her from behind, and he moved her so that he was making her fuck Caleb’s cock. Up and down he slid her on that pulsing erection, her clit rubbing along his groin and belly with each motion. She got the idea quickly and took over, using her thigh muscles to drive herself down on Caleb, forcing him deeper inside. As long as his dick was, there was a sort of bottoming-out feel when she rode him this way, but she didn’t care. She wanted more and more of him inside her, wanted to take his entire being into hers and hold him there forever. Her clit had more primal and immediate needs, though, and she made a deliberate point of dragging her throbbing bud along his firm body as she rose up, and pushing it firmly to the base of his pelvis when she sat back down.

Stephen was still behind her, and he sharpened her pleasure by kissing his way up her spine until he was nuzzling her neck. Goose flesh broke out everywhere, and her whimpers of desire turned to lusty, shameless moans. His hands circled around to grab her breasts, pulling on her nipples while she rode the rugged, sexy cowboy beneath her. Nothing in her life had ever been this good, and something in the back of her mind panicked, whispering for her to stop before she crossed a line she would never be able to venture back over.

But it was already too late.

Stephen pressed his body close, where she could feel his cock hard and ready against her ass. Part of her was so firmly entrenched in the experience of joining with Caleb that she could barely register anything else. The other part desperately wanted her to turn around and make love to Stephen face-to-face.

How wrong was it for her to feel this way about two men simultaneously? Neither of them seemed troubled by it, but it just didn’t seem reasonable. How could passion flow so readily for both when it had never even trickled for anyone else? Yet there was no denying it. If it were anatomically possible for her to fuck them at the same time, she’d sure as hell do it.

Then she felt the tip of Stephen’s cock against her tight asshole. Despite what she’d just been thinking, she froze in panic.

“Don’t,” she whispered over her shoulder. “It wouldn’t be right.”

“Everything we do together is right,” he murmured, though he stopped pushing himself against her. “Are you afraid of the pain?”

She nodded.

“Did it hurt when I took your virginity?”

“No.” And the realization surprised her. She hadn’t given much thought to the fact that it should.

“A werewolf’s mate won’t feel that pain with their partners,” Caleb said, his eyes filled with reassurance. “It’ll be okay, Rose. But it’s your choice.”

Stephen ran a hand over her ass cheek. “Let me be part of your pleasure while you’re claimed.”

She nodded, wondering whether she’d just agreed to something that would ruin the intense pleasure she was feeling. Still, it was hard to deny the hypnotic lull in their deep voices. She wanted to believe they were right.

It was impossible not to tense up when she felt his large cock at her ass again, but he stroked her cheek and whispered for her to relax.

“Let go of my hands,” Caleb said, and she released their sweaty, joined fingers. He pulled her to him, kissing her passionately while sliding a hand between them to tweak her sensitive, swollen nipples. The spike of desire that followed was when Stephen did it.

He slipped in quickly, not gradual and slow like when he’d transformed her from an innocent into a woman. Pain should have been immediate, but he hadn’t lied. She felt nothing but the shock of how completely she was filled, stuffed to overflowing. Filled by two men who craved her desperately—every bit as much as she craved them.

Once Stephen was buried in her ass, everyone stiffened with a collective moan. Each of them seemed lost in the sensation of being fully united. Stephen recovered first, leaning over to bite her earlobe. “This is what it is to be loved by two men,” he said. “This is how it would have been that morning if you hadn’t been recovering from the accident.”

Tingles shot through her body, and she began writhing against two cocks at once. Caleb pushed his hips upward even though he seemed fairly trapped beneath the two other bodies. She swirled her tongue around his, reveling in the way the pangs of desire his mouth created flooded down to her sex.

“I’m not gonna last,” Caleb said. “Do it now, Stephen. I want to come after she’s ours.”

“And when do you want to come?” Stephen asked her, thrusting himself deeper. “Before I claim you, or after?”

Her cunt spasmed in warning. “I’m ready now.”

“Are you ready to accept us?” he went on, moving himself languidly, maddeningly against her. “Ready to know how much better this can feel?”

“It can’t feel any better.”

“Then tell me to claim you and let me prove you wrong.”

She couldn’t pretend not to know he was asking for more than a mere sexual challenge, and the warning whispers returned in the back of her mind. His rhythmic thrusts and the jerking spams in Caleb’s cock, however, drowned out everything outside of her imminent orgasm and the overpowering wish to fully and uncompromisingly belong to someone for just one exquisite moment.

“I want this,” she said. “Show me what it feels like to be yours.”

Rose had often wondered what normal women experienced when they were taken over by a man’s longing. As soon as Stephen growled, however, she realized she would never know. She wasn’t being claimed by normal men.

“Take my mark, Rose,” Stephen said, and his voice sounded thick and quite unlike himself. “Accept it as the symbol and catalyst of our bond.”

She lifted up enough to see the dots on Caleb’s shoulder, and she felt a flutter of panic as she remembered the way he’d gotten them.

“Don’t be afraid,” Caleb whispered. “Just give in.”

Her head swam as much as her thoughts did. Why not surrender to the need humming through every cell in her body? She would enjoy this heady power of sexual fulfillment, until life inevitably drove a wedge into the anomaly of passion.

“Okay. I do,” she said, cringing a little at the choice of words.

Then Stephen’s fangs sank in.

All of them cried out together, though Stephen’s growl was muffled against her shoulder. The sharp piercing of his teeth into her flesh penetrated her with a pleasure that was wholly as erotic as when he’d penetrated her body with his cock. She hadn’t, however, been prepared for the explosion of awareness that would follow. Their pleasure was her pleasure, their longing, her longing. The melding of sensual, emotional connection took them all over the edge, and the three of them shook hard while orgasm carried them away to separate, yet closely linked universes. She felt them merge into one entity for a heart-stopping moment, and she sobered up immediately.

She understood things about these men that she never dreamed—intimate, aching emotions she’d never imagined lived inside their hardened bodies. They didn’t just lust after her sex, like other men did. Stephen and Caleb truly believed they all belonged to one another, heart and soul, in a bond tighter than matrimony.

Forever.

They
loved
her.

“Oh, my God,” she mouthed to herself when they collapsed together, the impossibly overwhelming shockwaves of her mates’ feelings still crashing over her. “What have I done?”

The next three days of Rose’s existence dragged very near hell. Much of her time was spent pacing around the apartment, wondering when she was going to get over what she’d done with Caleb and Stephen. More time was spent pacing around the apartment, wondering when she was going to get a new job. And as she sipped some herbal tea after returning from her morning jog, she feared the answer to both of those questions was “never.”

She put down her mug and closed her eyes, reliving the moment Stephen had forever altered her understanding of romantic commitment. Wouldn’t her mother be proud to know her only daughter had trailed so closely in her footsteps? So much for swearing she would never, ever make her mother’s romantic mistakes. Okay, so maybe Rose hadn’t raced down a church aisle with a virtual stranger, but what she’d agreed to was evidently something even more damning.

Her fingers feathered the spot on her shoulder, which was no longer tender but bore two distinct, brownish scars like the ones Caleb had. Even now she could sense him, aware of the jumbled frustration that bordered on anger he had steeped in ever since she’d left the picnic with a request for time alone to sort things out.

Time “alone” had never truly come. Regardless of whether Caleb was in her presence, she could feel his emotions. Another little side effect she hadn’t grasped. She’d been too caught up in lust to refuse the offer to be inducted in as the honorary slut of a werewolf pack. She could sense Stephen, too, though he had been as calm as Caleb was not. He’d been busy with long doctor’s hours, true. But he also seemed quite content to leave Rose alone. He didn’t seem to consider that her pulling away meant trouble in paradise. Or maybe now that he’d sampled her charms, he simply no longer cared.

That thought sent a pang of humiliation through her. Still, perhaps it was better that way. If he truly cared and knew how much she regretted the day of the picnic, he and Caleb might show up to change her mind. And God knew she wasn’t feeling strong enough to resist another double teaming. Not yet. She had to get her emotions under control first.

To make matters worse, Stephen’s calm regard quite often gave way to something else—hot flares of sexual need that were usually timed perfectly to Caleb’s. It took no amount of genius to know what was going on. She could sense when they fucked, just the way Stephen had known Caleb was getting lucky by the falls. More than once she’d had to climb into the shower or her bed to take care of the lust spiking inside her while the men satisfied theirs. If she would have known where to find them, she might well have hopped into her new car and done something profoundly stupid. Which was senseless, considering she was trying to get some distance from wildly irrational decisions.

Then again, nothing in her life seemed rational at the moment, least of all why she’d gotten tangled up in werewolf lore in the first place. She could blame the fact that she’d been drunk when she’d given herself to two men, but that wasn’t the whole tale. The gnawing ache of desire had been with her for years, suppressed by busying herself with school and a career. Now she had neither, and the temptation to let passion take the reins just once had been all-consuming. Perhaps alcohol had helped it along. Either way, she never could have foreseen what that moment of ecstasy would cost her. Cost them all.

She pushed away from the table. “Don’t start,” she said sternly while she rinsed her cup in the sink. “You aren’t the first woman to have morning-after regrets. And you sure won’t be the last.”