Disgraced Cowboys (Lone Wolves of Shay Falls 3) [Siren Publishing Ménage Amour] (11 page)

She let out what was becoming a familiar whimper of frustration. What was it with werewolves wanting to tease her until she, too, became a wild animal?

Marcus’s mouth finally left Brandi’s to explore the sensitive zones behind her ear and along her neck. She let her head fall back, giving him better access, and shivered when his tongue found the delicate hollow at the base of her throat. Her shudder had much to do with the fact that she was chilling rapidly from being so far from the fire pit now, but there was no way she was going to say so and interrupt the unthinkable pleasure of two men’s hands on her body.

Seth’s hand left her even as she had the thought, however, and he roughly grabbed Marcus’s hips to twist him away from her crotch. This gave Seth a better angle to suck that long, heavily veined cock, and his mouth drew it in hungrily. His slurping noises were palpable to Brandi as a heated twinge low in her stomach. Jesus, she never would have guessed that the sight of two men together would be such a turn-on, but Seth looked so fucking hot with his lips sliding over the thick, ridged dick, which was growing harder and more purpled by the minute.

Marcus let out a loud gasp as Seth’s mouth sank over his shaft, and she could see from the way he tossed his head back and uttered a string of grunts interspersed with profanity that he was rapidly losing control. She
wanted
him to lose control, and she very much wanted to be the cause of it.

Brandi wriggled out of his grasp on her tits and went to her knees beside Seth. He was so preoccupied that he didn’t notice her silent request to join him, but a firm drag of her nails over his ass stiffened his spine, and he pulled away to look at her. His smoldering stare and erotic smile welcomed her in, and she licked her lips before moving close to sample Marcus’s bobbing erection.

She might not have been a fan of receiving oral sex—until Seth, that is—but giving it was another matter. Using her lips, tongue, and throat to take utter control of a man was a thrill that in the past had almost been enough to break through the relentless lack of sensation she experienced during sex. Lord knew she’d experimented enough with it in hopes of finally putting an end to her frigidity.

She flicked her tongue over his cock’s swollen tip, and Seth moaned at the sight before leaning in to do the same. They laved his shiny cock head together, then took turns drawing just the tip into their mouths and letting it go with a slight
pop
.

“Jesus, yes,” Marcus swore loudly, and he put a hand on each of their heads to urge them on.

Seth turned her toward him enough so he could again stimulate her clit with his fingers. She reached for him and found his cock so stiff that it seemed ready to burst. After sliding her fingers delicately along the length to indulge the feel of the velvety yet hard flesh, she closed her fist around his thick girth and worked the shaft firmly up and down.

“Fuck, darlin’,” he said with a rasp against Marcus’s cock, and he kissed her over the top of it. “Your hand feels incredible, jackin’ me like that. You make me want to come just touchin’ me.”

That increased her efforts, and she sped up her hand job with her free hand alternated nail strokes up the insides of his thighs and cupping the balls that hung large and swollen between his legs. His actions on Marcus’s cock became erratic and jerky now, and they each took one side of that long shaft and ran their tongues and lips from the base to the end, pausing at the tip for a deep, feral kiss.

She was coming undone, too, and her nails scraped deeper on his thighs while her mouth worked faster on Marcus’s cock. When she started extending Seth’s torment by squeezing the tip of his cock and tugging it outward, however, he pulled her hand away and grabbed her ass to tug her against him. When he felt her ass, he paused curiously to let his hands slide over it and along her back. Then he stopped attacking Marcus’s cock.

“Darlin’, you’re frozen,” he said, rubbing her ass cheeks rapidly to warm them. “Why didn’t you say somethin’?”

With that he rose, and taking her hand and Marcus’s cock, he tugged them all closer to the fire. The earlier wolf fight had mussed the quilt, which he shook out quickly and laid down for her again.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “Marcus and I’ll warm you up in no time.”

She didn’t even have a chance to answer, because Marcus pulled her to him and kissed her with a rough, eager tongue that sent her mind soaring. She molded herself to him, letting her breasts rub his hairy chest while his cock worked between her thighs. He grunted and thrust the tip of his dick over her cunt lips. She closed her legs around him, and the friction of that shaft on her clit pushed her almost to the edge of another orgasm.

“I have to fuck you,” Marcus ground out against her lips. “I can’t even wait to lay you down proper first.”

“My life isn’t proper,” she said. “But if I don’t get a cock inside me soon, I’m going to explode. Please, Marcus. Fuck me.”

His growl in response was definitely not human, but it sent a shock of need coursing through her. “I told you in the bar that you’d beg me for it.”

“Sorry for doubting you. Hurry, please.”

“Seth,” he added, and the man was there, seeming to know what Marcus was asking before he’d said a word.

The two men each wrapped one of her arms around their necks, and then they hoisted her up between them. “Holy shit,” she said, hooking their necks tighter. “What are you doing?”

“Just hang on and enjoy the ride, cowgirl,” Seth said.

She held on while they maneuvered her into a bizarre position where she was sandwiched between them with her back cradled more or less against Seth’s massive chest and Marcus supporting her thighs on his forearms. Together, the men lowered her slowly until she felt Seth’s cock pushing against her tight asshole.

She flinched. “Move your dick a little,” she said. “You’re too far back.”

“No, darlin’,” Marcus said. “He’s back exactly far enough. Watch.”

She was about to ask what he meant when, before she could warn them against it or even tense up in response, Seth did something she considered far more unbelievable than giving her an orgasm or, hell, even changing into a werewolf. Marcus relaxed his grip on her enough so that she slid right down over his thick cock, driving it deep in her ass.

As soon as she realized what had happened, she tensed and gave a yelp. “Shit!”

How could he be so thoughtless as to ram that giant meat of his right up the back door without so much as a by-your-leave? Lubricant? Several weeks worth of coaching and preparation?

Yet as she hung there suspended between the men, impaled on Seth’s cock, she realized something truly bizarre. His sudden and rather violent penetration hadn’t hurt. In fact, her clit was throbbing for more.

“That’s impossible,” she whispered, giving Marcus a hard glare for his part in helping this along.

“Yes, it is,” Marcus said, those golden eyes devouring her. “A werewolf’s rightful mate feels no pain givin’ herself to the ones she’s meant for.”

“Mate’s bodies are perfectly compatible,” Seth added.

Her heart fluttered faster. “You couldn’t have said so up front?”

“I think my dick explained it better than I could.” He pressed himself tighter to prove his point, and it was duly noted when her cunt clenched in response.

“My turn,” Marcus said.

Her eyes widened. What, so now Marcus was going to take a turn at pile-driving his cock in her ass?

“A little help, Seth?” Marcus asked, and Seth’s arms slid under her thighs.

He lifted her weight off Marcus for a moment, which also slid his cock partway from her ass. She felt Marcus positioning his erection against the opening she was far more used to having invaded. Then, just as he was about to sink in, she finally registered what the men’s intentions were.

She sucked in a gasp when Marcus worked the tip of his dick in her dripping cunt. He grunted to Seth, who lowered her back down, and two cocks were somehow sliding deliciously up inside her.

“Stop!” she cried out, and the men froze with their dicks buried to the hilt.

“What’s wrong?” Seth asked from behind her. “Are we hurtin’ you?”

“We can’t be,” Marcus said, his voice strained. “Not with her.”

She sat there, slung on Seth’s powerful arms, and closed her eyes while breathing deeply in and out.

“No,” she said, sounding a bit out of breath. “It doesn’t hurt at all.” She heard the shock in her voice. “It feels, well, fucking incredible. Like my body is filled with one massive, thick cock.”

“Just one?” Seth wiggled against her.

Marcus growled at Seth’s motion, and he shifted to take her legs again. He lifted her higher, then dropped her on their cocks. She hissed out a breath, and then they were off.

The men bounced her between them, fucking them on both cocks simultaneously while her breasts jiggled with each thrust. Marcus held her high enough to where she cupped both of their heads, raking nails through their hair and tugging their heads back in turn to try and sample their lips and tongues while they rammed her. The violent bouncing made kissing difficult, however, and she resigned herself to doing exactly what she’d been told in the first place—hanging on for the wild, bucking bronco ride.

A cowgirl was exactly what she felt like as she rode double cock, and her groans swelled louder until they filled the cave. The men’s growls continued to devolve in their humanity until she found herself continually checking her partners to be sure neither had sprouted fur. Both, however, remained magnificently, gorgeously human, their flexed, hard bodies glistening in the red-orange glow of the fire while their faces contorted in ecstasy.

Their cocks driving home sent her on another pressure-building roller coaster ride, and soon another climax was ready to shatter her. A few more seconds of their bodies possessing hers would drive her over the edge—and she could easily tell from their frantic motions and increased grunting that both men were close behind.

“Let me claim you,” Marcus growled, and she opened her eyes to a jolt that seared her.

His gaze, completely inhuman now, held hers with a fire she’d never seen before. It was a look of thorough, male possession.

“Accept me as your mate,” he went on. “Take my mark, Brandi. Say you’re mine.”

His mate. His mark. Seth talked about her wanting to be marked.

Coupled with his dire expression, she knew this wasn’t mere macho sex talk. He was asking for a great deal more than she’d ever given a man. More than she ever planned to give a man. Deep beneath the surface of the driving connection of their joined bodies, she sensed the type of bond he was proposing. And it scared her.

She leaned forward to give him a quick, bouncing kiss. “Shut up and make me come, cowboy,” she said. “I’m right on the edge.”

A flicker of something dark crossed his eyes, but her words sent a groan from him that sent her the final distance. Her head fell completely back as she gave into the explosion, shouting, “Marcus!” straight at the ceiling while cataclysmic waves of exquisite pleasure sent her flying somewhere far from their tiny cave, though still very much with the two men who seized up and climaxed soon after.

Warm fluids gushed in her ass and cunt, and the three of them continued grinding against their fevered rhythm for a long while to ride out the mindless pleasure. When the pace slowed and gradually stopped, both men took turns kissing her while she stayed clutched between them. Finally, Marcus relinquished his hold, and she slid down their sweat-soaked bodies and touched the ground.

She nearly collapsed as her rubbery legs seemed unable to remember how to function, and Seth’s quick reflexes bore her up.

“Thanks,” she said, completely and utterly breathless. “Seems I’ve forgotten how to use my legs.”

“Now that is a damn shame,” he teased in her ear. “Because I can think of some mighty fine ways for you to use those long, perfect legs—like when they were wrapped around my neck earlier.”

She smiled at the memory and glanced between the men who were still pressed close to her with their chests heaving and eyes churning in gold. How in the world had all this been possible? When she’d been hauled into this cave, wet and shivering, she’d had no clue that it would become the site where primitive, animal urges would unleash themselves in her like a firestorm. Or that two men would simultaneously and explosively disprove the theory that she was the world’s only frigid stripper.

Seth gave her an erotically charged kiss before releasing her. “I’m gonna duck out for a few,” he said. “I’ll leave your legs—and the rest of your luscious body—in Marcus’s capable hands.”

She frowned, not just because he was going, but because the thought of being left alone with Marcus was as unsettling a thought as ever. “Where are you going?”

He winked. “Nature calls. Plus I want to wash myself off. I suspect I ain’t done findin’ places to bury my cock inside you tonight.”

She felt a new tingle wash over her. “And just where do you suppose you’re going to wash up? Don’t tell me you installed a bathroom addition to the cave?”

“Plenty of fresh water right outside,” he said, and he sauntered off.

His delectable, twitching ass cheeks drew both her and Marcus’s eyes like magnets as he went.