Rebecca (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Alpha Marked Book 4) (12 page)

It was how they’d discussed it. How they’d imagined claiming their mate. Not necessarily positions, but their desired locations for their claiming bites.

Aidan went left, Carson went right, and then their mate would be locked between them.

Soon…

*

It’d be soon. Soon Aidan would push his cock into the tightness of her ass and then she’d be theirs.

Soon. Soon. Soon.

But not soon enough.

While his partner settled in, Aidan bolted and snared his bottle of lube. They’d brought several tubes on the off chance they
did
meet their mate at the Gathering.

By the time he returned, Rebecca was straddling Carson’s thighs, rubbing that slick pussy of hers along his length. His friend’s hands gripped her hips as he encouraged a gentle rhythm that had her gasping and moaning in equal measure.

“That’s so fucking pretty.” His mate, lost to the pleasure, was gorgeous.

“Aidan…” Passion glazed her eyes, making her gaze unfocused.

“Take his cock into you, sweetheart. Lemme see you take him.” Aidan didn’t recognize his own voice, the wolf getting in on the action.

But Rebecca heard him because she rose up, putting space between her and Carson. His friend repositioned his cock and then she was sitting, taking his partner into her body with a soul-deep moan.

“God damn, that’s beautiful.” He couldn’t hold the words in.

“Feels fucking amazing. God, hot and tight.” Carson gasped when she rocked her hips.

“What do you think, sweetheart?”

Rebecca leaned back, and he dipped, nuzzling her from behind. “So big. So good.”

“It’ll feel better when I’m in your ass.” Aidan reached around and cupped her breasts, enjoying the weight of her mounds. So large and full and more than filled his palms. He couldn’t wait to suckle them again, draw a pebbled nipple into his mouth.

Which meant Carson couldn’t either. “Lean down, sweetheart. Let Carson taste your pretty tits.”

Rebecca whimpered, and Carson groaned, a look of pain chasing over his features. He imagined their mate clenching around his friend, tightening with her pleasure.

“She likes that idea. A lot.”

Aidan chuckled and nudged her. “Give him a taste while I explore this ass.”

Another whimper. Another groan.

But she did as he asked, leaning forward, and the two of them became a mass of gentle shifts of body and breathy moans. He should be jealous, but then he stared at her little pucker waiting for his cock and realized: 1) he’d get a chance to fill her pussy later and 2) he really, really wanted to claim her ass.

With slick fingers, he listened to her pleasure-tinged sounds, some accompanying his movements and others with Carson’s. It didn’t matter who caused her breathy whimpers. His only focus was ensuring none held a hint of pain.

No, when he stretched her ass, preparing her for him, there was nothing but desire coating her.

It felt like hours, his cock throbbing and pulsing, seeming to reach for Rebecca before he determined she was able to take him without pain.

And yet, he still needed to make sure, confirm she wanted to join her life to theirs and tie them together.

“Do you want this, Rebecca?” he murmured, knowing she’d hear him.

She whimpered and nodded, but it wasn’t enough.

“I need the words, sweetheart. Do you want to belong to us? It’s your last chance to say no. Once the wolf grabs me, he’s going to want you.” Eyes locked on the curve of her shoulder, he stroked her spine. “It’ll crave your blood and he won’t be happy until he has it.”

“Yes.” She turned her head and looked over her shoulder at him. “Make me yours, yours and Carson’s.”

That was all he needed, all his wolf needed.

Aidan stroked his cock, imagining being inside her. He saw Carson’s cock already embedded in her pussy. He’d be there someday, but he always loved a woman’s ass. It was tight and warm, but above all, it showed trust. Pure trust that he wouldn’t hurt her, that he’d take care of her as he possessed that vulnerable hole.

He rose to his knees, hand gripping the base of his dick as he pointed it toward her entrance. The head of his shaft popped through the outer ring of muscle first, drawing a sharp gasp from his mate. He petted her lower back, easing some of the tension she carried. He fought to remain still, to hold back the desire to enter her in a swift thrust.

“You okay?” He kept his voice low and soothing.

“Fuck yeah, she is. About to strangle my cock. She’s squeezing so hard.” Carson’s words were tight, and Aidan grinned.

Rebecca nodded, her hair sliding over her back.

Taking her action as permission, he eased deeper, groaning and gasping with the tightening sensations. Hot velvet encircled him, pulled him farther into her body. Her ass blossomed and opened for him, accepting him with ease. His mate wanted this, wanted him inside her, and he ached to grant her every wish.

Slowly, so scared of hurting her, he pushed onward, filling her with more and more of his cock until his hips finally came to rest on her ass. He was inside her, possessing and claiming her like no other would again. This body, her pleasure, belonged to him and Carson now.

Forever.

Aidan stroked her back, kneading her muscles, touching as much of her as he could before he returned to her plump ass. They’d had their share of bony women over the years, but they always came back to females with soft curves that would cradle them and, eventually, their pups.

Someday soon…
Carson spoke into his mind, the first time since they’d blown up at each other.

Soon…
Aidan agreed.

“Are you ready for me to move?” He kept his voice low and soothing. “You need to lay there, let us pleasure you?”

“Do you want that?” Carson echoed him.

Rebecca nodded.

“Not enough, sweetheart.” Aidan squeezed her globes tight. “Tell us what you want.”

“I want—” Aidan traced her hole where it stretched around his cock, and she gasped, shuddering before she tried again. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to come in me, and I want you to bite me.” He loved her little tremble, so he repeated the action. “
Please
.”

“Anything for you, Rebecca.” Then, withdrawing slowly and then pushing in with just as much care, Aidan gave her what she desired. “Even if it kills me, I’ll give you anything.”

*

Anything? No, Rebecca wanted
everything.
All of it. Now and then maybe again later. Okay, again forever and ever.

Especially when Aidan withdrew and then as he re-entered her, it was Carson’s turn to retreat. They alternated their thrusts and retreats, always keeping her balanced on the edge.

Large hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as they tormented her. It was too much yet not enough. It was too fucking slow and still too fast. She was out of breath, panting while they took and gave.

Each shift of muscle, each clench and release, gave her more pleasure than the moment before.

She’d never get tired of this, of them.

Slowly the pace and force increased, the hands gripping her hips tightening as they pressed in and out of her. She was lost to the bliss and ecstasy. They didn’t use her, and take what they desired. No, they gifted her with just as much joy.

Her nipples were rock hard, stimulated by Carson’s mouth and further pleasured as they remained against his chest. Her clit throbbed, pulsing and twitching each time Carson’s hips met hers.

She moaned with each meeting of their bodies, gasped when one thrust was more forceful than the last, and whimpered when one of them left her completely. She wanted them inside her, filling her without fail.

“Please,” she whimpered. “
Please
.”

She wasn’t sure what she asked for, but the word kept rolling through her mind. Please and more and oh, right there.

“We’ve got you,” Aidan grunted. “Right fucking there, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, she’s tight. Shit, not gonna last.”

“Need you.” Another whine escaped.

“Gotta come first. Come with us.” Aidan snarled, and his words pushed her arousal higher.

Now she knew what they wanted, and she slumped between them, no longer trying to help and merely accepting whatever they wished.

The echoing slap of their bodies meeting was joined by their heaving breaths and quiet begging.

Soon. Soon. Soon.

She knew her release was on the horizon, each movement shoving her toward the precipice and closer to the sky. She wanted to jump off the ledge and see if the men, her mates, would catch her.

She focused on their attentions, on the way Aidan’s cock still caused a pleasurable burn and the way Carson’s dick stroked her inner walls. Each entrance gifted her with more pleasure. Pleasure that drew her along, teasing her with more bliss and ecstasy.

She followed it, allowed herself to be swept away.

“Gonna…” She was going to come, to scream and cry and revel in their bodies.

“Do it. Come for us.” Aidan grunted and then Carson groaned and their sounds of pleasure did it for her.

She was there, jumping off the edge, flying into the air and losing herself to the joy. Her body trembled, a scream building in her throat as it overtook her and then a sharp pain surrounded her shoulders. Growls and snarls accompanied the bites but instead of halting her release, it tripled her body’s enjoyment.

She flew higher, dancing through the air, and she recognized the moment her mates joined her, when they succumbed to the pleasure. A new heat filled her, warming her from inside out as those teeth burrowed deeper into her flesh. The pain was nearly overwhelming, but the pleasure that accompanied the wounds overcame any discomfort.

She became a ball of bliss, the sensations encompassing her, and she lost herself. Time held no meaning, not when their mating continued until finally their movements slowed, their lungs no longer billowing air in and out of their bodies. The lessening brought her floating back to reality, and she sighed when she could breathe again.

Fangs slid from her flesh, and two tongues bathed the wounds, her mates taking care of her.

Before long, Aidan slid free of her, drawing a whimper from her throat. Then a whine accompanied Carson’s movements when he withdrew from her pussy. She was left bereft, empty of them and unsure of herself.

She needn’t have bothered because while they withdrew, it was only to bracket her once again, one mate on each side as hands stroked her. Their voices were soft, kisses gentle while they petted her, praised her. Two tongues laved her wounds, two noses nuzzled her neck, and they each threw a leg over part of her. Aidan’s curled around her calf while Carson’s molded to her thigh.

Their warmth soothed her, lulled her to sleep. She smiled as she drifted off, a mate on both sides and a smile on her face.

They had issues to sort through, but here, in the bedroom as they shared their bodies, there were none.

Rebecca woke deliciously sore and bracketed by her mates—her
mates
. One male on each side, she breathed deeply and sought out their combined scents. Sure, the musk of sex hung in the air, and it’d cause some to wrinkle their noses, but… it was them together and becoming one.

There was nothing stinky about that.

Carson nuzzled her shoulder and squeezed her waist. He’d done that all night, as if she’d escape and run out on him. She wiggled against him, reaffirming her presence, and he immediately settled with a soft sigh.

Aidan was a bit more barbaric. He’d thrown his leg over hers while wrapping an arm over her chest and cupping her breast in his large palm. It said she wasn’t going anywhere. Period.

Rebecca reveled in the contrasts. In the differences between her two men.

She still couldn’t wrap her mind around that. Two men. One who’d been damaged by those who supposedly loved him and another who’d looked past the scars to see a survivor and one worthy of love. Not that Carson would say the “L” word toward Aidan, but Rebecca saw it there.

And she was lucky enough to bridge the two. She’d spent her whole life looking for a man who’d understand her past and love her not despite it, but because of it. She simply hadn’t realized her perfect man came in a set of two.

Rebecca shifted in their hold, enjoying the tightening of arms and the low growl from Aidan followed by the gentle whine from Carson. Such sweet men even though they’d rip out the throat of anyone who threatened her.

Threat… The word reminded her of her sisters. She wasn’t sure if Lorelei and Paisley had been hauled to the Gathering, and part of her hoped they’d been spared the ordeal.
She
was thrilled with the outcome, but she wasn’t a fan of the danger that accompanied these two men.

Her body reminded her it was morning and it had its own round of “needs” that didn’t involve men and their mouths, fingers, or cocks.

She wiggled, testing their unconscious resolve to keep her in place, and found they were really, really determined for her to stay put.

Great.

She tried again, scooching down instead of trying to sit up. That got her free of Carson’s gentle embrace but still left her with Aidan’s proprietary hold.

There was nothing for it. Damn it.

Rebecca prodded the arm still wrapped around her chest. When that didn’t get a response, she poked harder, determined to wake the man. He’d fucked her into a stupor last night and made her scream so loud she was sure the entire hotel heard. The least he could do was let her up so she could pee.

Another jab and still he didn’t move.

What wonderful protectors they turned out to be. They couldn’t even bother to—

A loud yell came from the living area, the voice familiar even if she didn’t know the woman too well. The first was followed by two others, and she realized Scarlet, Gabby, and Whitney had somehow gotten into their suite.

And while Rebecca’s nudges didn’t get her men moving, those invaders did.

Aidan and Carson leapt from the bed in a flurry of sheets and fur. She’d seen a handful of wolves shift by now, but she’d never witnessed the speed her mates exhibited. By the time the first blanket was tossed aside, they were shifted. Hell, human feet never even touched the carpet. It was all paws.