Patrick's Heart (5 page)

The two men looked to each other as if seeking help forming an answer…or more lies. Deep down she knew the truth but chose to ignore it. There had to be alternatives to her wild speculations. She just wasn’t digging hard enough.

“Sweetheart, if I say too much… I expect Garret has some explaining to do when he gets back.”

“Why Garret? I’m asking both of
you
. Tell me the truth. I just want the truth.”

Even after finding out Patrick was a werewolf, she still felt like her men were keeping secrets. What could be worse? Did she even want to find out?

“Darlin’, I have no doubt Garret will ease your worries tonight. But he has to be the one to do it. You know we do things differently in Climax. Garret’s the boss, the one we chose to lead us.” Travis stroked her hair, but she didn’t want to be coddled. She was hardwired for answers, claustrophobia settling in. It was unreal that such hard-core men all bowed down to Garret’s authority, living and breathing his every word. It wasn’t natural.

“She’s starting to panic,” said Matthew. “The same way I felt when I woke up in a cage.”

Cassidy remembered the horrible ordeal Matthew had to live through at the hands of the loggers. She could believe it now that they’d tried to do the same to her. She was used to law and justice from the city, not the ruthless, anarchic ways of Climax. If Matthew was able to live through a month of confinement and torture, surely she could wait a few more minutes to get her answers from Garret. All the miners respected him, bowing down to his leadership both on and off the jobsite. It was odd, but she was getting used to the way things were in Climax. Until today.

Travis cooed in her ear, his hot breath soothing. Then he began to tongue the shell of her ear, making her eyes loll back in her head. The men had recently discovered how sensitive her ears were, and Travis managed to hit every erogenous zone. “Relax, baby girl. You have nothing to worry about, nothing to fear.”

“We can help you relax,” said Matthew. He looked determined, his green eyes narrowed seductively. She didn’t know how they could feel arousal in a situation like this, but then again, none of this was new to them. They already knew Patrick was a wolf. And her men were always eager for sex.

“I don’t think anything can help me now. I just watched Patrick sprout fur. Then, rather than accept him unconditionally, I scared him off with my stupid mouth. I feel like everything is about to slip through my fingers.”

“Feel secure that we love you,” said Travis, his strong arms tightening around her. “In Climax our love burns hotter and never fades out.”

She was starting to think their references to the men of Climax only referred to them. Cassidy had met many other locals—employees at the mine, men at the diner and around the small-town strip—but none of them could compare to Garret and his four-man crew.

“I want to believe it.”

“I don’t like the doubt in your voice,” said Travis. “After the night we shared together I thought you’d trust me never to abandon you.”

“You’re right,” she said. “It’s just hard for me to accept that you kept this secret from me. And I want to believe Patrick is the same man I fell in love with. That you all are.”

Matthew crawled to his hands and knees in front of her, the muscles in his broad shoulders bunching deliciously. “Sometimes people hide the truth to protect those they love. Tonight we’ll remind you of our loyalty.” He dipped his head low and kissed her bare side, followed by a gentle nip.

“Yes. We’ll teach you never to doubt us—the hard way or the fun way.” Travis brushed her hair to one side and kissed her exposed neck. She closed her eyes, savoring the dual attention. She needed this, needed them. The past couple days had played a number on her nerves and emotions. She did require the reassurance they offered but felt compelled to refuse. Why should she garner pleasure after hurting Patrick enough to drive him away?

“I have to wait for Patrick,” she murmured.

Matthew suckled her breast, the jolt of intense pleasure racing straight down to her cunt. “I promise he can join in once he gets back.” He continued his wicked assault on her body, joined by Travis. They had her sandwiched between their bodies, touching, kissing, tasting.

“Just because something’s different, doesn’t make it bad,” said Travis. “Remember that, Cassidy.” He must have been referring to Patrick’s ability to shift into an animal. She supposed judging him was no different than stereotyping any minority. The problem usually resided in the person doing the judging, which would make Patrick the victim. She felt like a royal piece of shit.

“I know,” she said, becoming lost to their erotic ministrations. Sitting between Travis’s legs, her body hot and naked, she was ready to take this sex party as far as her men were willing. Perhaps it would bring her nerves down a few notches, help numb the shock of discovering fairy-tale creatures did exist.

“Close your eyes. Relax.” Matthew spread her legs apart, tugging her so she lay flatter. The first swipe of his tongue up her moist folds made her gasp aloud. She felt the trickle of fluid escape as her body ignited. When he settled over her clit, it was a mix of relaxation and pressure building in her pussy. She knew any one of her men would stay with her until she orgasmed, never leaving her unsatisfied. There was no need for her to feel rushed or anxious. All she had to do was drift away and enjoy every skilled movement of Matthew’s tongue.

“What if he doesn’t come back?” She didn’t know how she could remember her own name, never mind her current predicament. Patrick just weighed so heavily on her mind.

“Garret will make sure he does.”

Evan and some of the others may hang off every word Garret uttered, but Travis and Patrick had always been ones to turn a deaf ear. What if Patrick refused to return? She should have talked with him about her fears and doubts rather than waiting until he was gone. Cassidy imagined he’d have some of his own insecurities. It would be difficult fitting into regular society when he was something that shouldn’t exist in the civilized world. If she claimed to care so much about him, she should be by his side through any trial.

“But—”

Travis cupped her breasts from behind, rolling the pads of his thumbs over her beaded nipples. The combined stimulation was enough to shut her up for the time being. Her men always seemed to work some magical spell over her, making her insatiable. They were so good to look at, rough and ready, all brawn and muscle.

“You smell like sex,” said Travis. “I thought you were afraid of Patrick.”

“I–I was. I mean, I am. No, I’m not.”

Matthew never stopped suckling her, bringing her higher and higher. She didn’t want to talk or think, not now. Even if she was fully cognizant, her own feelings were a mystery to her. Patrick was a werewolf. How could she digest that in one day?

“Did he fuck you harder? Was there a difference in his cock?”

“What?”

“He’s not fully human. You must have noticed a difference,” said Travis.

“No, he hasn’t changed.”

Her declaration made her think. Maybe her ménage relationship could work, including Patrick. Maybe being part wolf wasn’t much more outlandish than being a citizen of Climax. Rules of the norm didn’t seem to apply here.

“Good girl. Don’t forget it.” Travis reached down to free his cock, thrusting her up for a moment. Matthew rose to his knees, his eyes glazed over, his lips swollen. He looked hungry, reminding her of a wolf. She shook her head, dismissing her obsessive thoughts.

“Fuck me,” she said. Her men had her body thrumming with need. A steady pulse beat deep within her walls. She yearned to be filled, to be fucked by two cocks at once. Cassidy knew she was addicted to being double-teamed. There was nothing quite like it. She yearned for the sensation of being full to overflowing, every cell stimulated at once, with two powerful men sharing her body.

“She learns fast. We didn’t even need to spank her,” said Matthew. He rose to his feet to collect the salve they kept in the cabin. Just knowing it would be used to prepare a cock to breach her ass sent her spiraling toward a spontaneous orgasm. She clamped down hard, feeling empty and anxious.

“Not yet,” said Travis. “She may give us trouble yet.”

Matthew handed him the small jar. Travis shifted her to the side as he lubed up his hefty cock. In a minute she’d be sitting on it and couldn’t wait.

“I want it,” she whined.

“You’re right,” said Matthew. “She’s trouble.”

“Up.” Travis helped her rise up high enough to fit over his erection. As he lowered her down, his hands supporting her weight, she reached down and helped guide his lubed cock into her asshole. He was so slippery, and he could easily slip into her pussy, but that entrance was reserved for Matthew. He’d done an amazing job readying her, helping her forget her worries and just enjoy the moment.

She moaned as she exhaled—a deep, satisfied sound that filled the small cabin. There was nothing quite like having her ass filled, thousands of unique cells sparking to life.

“Nice. You can take my whole cock nicely now, sugar.” Travis held her close, her back to his chest. He gave her time to adjust once she was fully seated. Every second that passed brought her closer and closer to a new realm, one where nothing mattered but fucking.

“I like it.” She wriggled slightly, needing to feel all those thick inches rub against the inside of her ass. After the ordeal she’d endured, she wanted it hard, rough, and dirty. Exactly the kind of sex her Gregor miners were capable of giving her.

“Do you want more, Cassidy? Can you handle two of us?”

Even though she’d recently had sex with Patrick, she was ready for more. She nodded, licking her lips in invitation. Matthew leaned forward and kissed her lips. He dominated her mouth, his tongue delving in, playing with hers. Her ass began to spasm around Travis’s cock as her excitement increased.

Matthew impaled her pussy with two fingers. She was tight, Travis’s cock taking up so much room inside her. He managed to hit her G-spot effortlessly, making her completely wanton.

“Oh God, just give it to me. The real thing.”

“Sorry, I’m not sure what you want.” Matthew continued to finger-fuck her, Travis’s cock swelling inside her ass. She was going to lose it any minute if they didn’t help her reach her peak.

“Your cock! I want it inside me.”

“Where do you want it?” He trailed those searing kisses down the side of her neck.

“My cunt.”

“That’s right,” he said. “I love my dirty girl.”

Travis rolled them to their sides on the hardwood floor, his cock still embedded deep. The floor was cool but soothing when her entire body was overheated. Matthew joined them, lying alongside her, face-to-face. She was cocooned within so much hard muscle and virile cock she was nearly delirious with desire.

Matthew lifted her thigh to rest over his hip and fucked her pussy with his cock, thrusting through the tight entrance created by the first erection.

She gasped, nearly gagging from the erotic fullness. It was incomparable, filthy and perfect.

“Do we feel the same, too, Cassidy?” asked Travis. They began to pump in and out of her, their stamina unparalleled.

“Yes.”

“Do we feel like animals to you?”

She ignored his ranting, too interested in the orgasm building in strength. “More,” she demanded instead.

Matthew and her cowboy slid their thick cocks in and out of her body, their hands roaming over her slick skin. They kissed her, loved her, fucked her. It was just as it had always been and hopefully always would be.

She hoped Patrick would walk in and see the three of them fucking on the cabin floor. Cassidy would eagerly suck his cock until one of the other men had their fill. But as her orgasm began to swell, he never showed up.

“It’s coming,” she said, her breathing rapid. Matthew kissed her lips, stealing the last of her air. She dug her nails into Matthew’s shoulders as Travis secured her hip from behind. The desperate sexual cramping in her lower stomach eased as her core blossomed. She savored the peace radiating out to all her extremities, the beautiful calm where all sounds and sights were secondary to the pure energy growing inside her. If only that pre-orgasmic bliss could last forever.

Cassidy screamed when her body finally burst in a shower of light and color. The power of her orgasm was staggering, stealing every last shred of strength she possessed. Her body went limp as both men calmed their assault, each meeting their own peaks. She was so exhausted that she began to fall asleep, enveloped between her men. The gentle rise and fall of their chests, the sound of their breathing, and heat of their skin were all comforts lulling her into unconsciousness.

Patrick wasn’t a show-wolf. He could survive, fight, and track. And he was good at it. He bounded through the forest on all fours, trying to pick up the outsider’s scent. He prayed to the gods it was Cassidy’s long-lost half brother because it would mean certain redemption for him. She may have shared her body with him after the fact, but she’d made her true feelings clear when he was out of earshot. He wanted to feel her adoration the same as the day she’d met his wolf. The red wolf and Patrick were one and the same. How could she not understand that?