Authors: Dixie Lynn Dwyer
A warm, tingling sensation awakened in her body. In the back of her mind, the thoughts resurfaced. These three triplets were her mates. How in the world was she supposed to handle three strong, dominating Alpha males? Especially Maximus. He was so…
Luther began to rub her thigh as Dante scattered small kisses against her neck and shoulder. The throbbing pain she felt only moments ago now felt more like a tingling. Could their kisses, their closeness actually make her heal faster?
Slowly she began to relax and absorbed the musk of their scent as they seduced her into relaxation. By their touch and attentiveness alone, that deep hunger built up and up until she felt tight and fully aroused. She clenched the sheets. Afraid that if she gave into her body’s desires, she would combust.
* * * *
Dante locked gazes with his brother before scooting toward the middle of the bed and gently taking Charity along with him. His eyes roamed over the cleavage of her chest, taking in the sight of full round breasts nuzzled beneath the white lacy camisole she wore.
She didn’t seem to be in terrible pain as she moaned, eyes closed and obviously scenting the mating musk Dante and Luther omitted. It was all part of the mating process, and its effects should lessen any deeper aches she might have.
Her scent was so intoxicating that they had to control their wolves. All their mate had to do was smile or respond to their touch and their wolves would want her. Despite his own injuries and near death experience, his cock throbbed beneath the light pants he wore. It felt so fucking hard that the combination of his mate’s scent and the gentle brush of the material rubbing against his erection could make him explode.
The air around them felt almost magical, and in a sense, Dante believed that there was something magical taking place. He was honored to be picked by the gods to be mate to a princess. But right now, she was his woman, his love, his wolf’s life mate, and caring for her, loving her, and holding her were his top priorities.
* * * *
Luther took off his shoes and scooted under the sheets and blankets to get closer to Charity. She snuggled into his embrace and Dante felt Luther’s exhale of relief. Despite Luther’s cool, calm demeanor, he had truly been terrified that Charity wouldn’t make it or would have been scarred. The depth of Luther’s fear as well as need for Charity caused a lump in Dante’s throat.
Both brothers lay on their sides holding her.
The sound of their heartbeats, their combined breathing became their focus. Their insides warmed from being so close to their mate. Luther and Dante shared the moment together, united as brothers and privileged enough to possess such a deep and powerful bond. Feelings, emotions, and need they never knew circulated through their veins, in their blood, and to the souls of their wolves. Simultaneously they began to seduce their mate and love every inch of her together. Luther was taken aback by the depth and their combined arousals and love for their mate. The only thing missing was Maximus. Luther felt his brother’s anger and concern over Charity. He just didn’t know how to express his concern in passion and in gentle possession. Luther could hear his brother’s thoughts and knew that Maximus was on his way upstairs. Perhaps if Luther and Dante rearranged the atmosphere of the bedroom making it more calm and relaxed, then Maximus would gain some control of his emotions.
Luther reached down below the sheets and softly caressed her thigh. Dante placed his hand on Charity’s cheek and gently turned her toward his face. He kissed her lips, wanting to taste her.
“Our mate is lovely, isn’t she, brother?” Luther professed, gliding his hand between Charity’s thighs, teasing her mound by just barely brushing against her folds.
Charity stirred, releasing Dante’s lips and moving her hand to cover Luther’s hand that was touching her pussy. He held her gaze, enjoyed hearing her quick intake of breath. The coloring in her cheeks made him chuckle. She was little compared to them. Luther knew he and his brothers appeared as giants to most, and with other women, they took what they wanted. It was understandable for Charity to be scared. But this was so different. Charity was different. Not just because she was a princess, but because she was their mate, their chosen one, their lover.
“We would never hurt you. In fact, we promise to pamper you, love you, and lick and nibble every inch of you.”
He offered his reassurance as he glided his hand over her precious mound, applying just the slightest bit of pressure.
“Starting now,” he whispered as he felt the dampness on her panties, and even though she was unsure, her body knew this was right. The fact that her small, delicate hand stayed on top of his own actually turned him on. It was such a controlling action. Most women just lay back and receive whatever the Alpha gave. Not their mate. At times he was certain their roles would reverse and she would be the one leading in the bedroom. That didn’t bother him one bit. Charity held on to his hand as if she guided him or could define his moves.
He chuckled then made his way past the material to her wet folds.
He methodically pulled and massaged the area as Charity tightened her hold.
As Dante massaged her breast through the cotton T-shirt, Luther parted her folds then gently pressed his thumb between them. Her body responded, wetting his fingertips.
Charity tilted her head back and moaned ever so lightly. Her breasts pushed forward, and her hips arched. The sight of her exposed throat and the scent of her cream as Dante licked and sucked her breasts connected the three of them. As they simultaneously aroused their woman, their own bond as brothers felt stronger. The possibility that Charity strengthened the bond touched his soul. Luther never allowed himself to believe that one day he and his brothers would share one woman and mate her for life. It just didn’t seem possible until Charity. He kissed her exposed belly, causing another low gasp and for her to tighten her hold on his wrist.
“Release my wrist, Charity. Lay back and let us love you,” he told her then licked her skin by her belly, making his way down her body. As he nibbled along her hip bone then took a path with his tongue over her groin while he maneuvered his fingers in and out of her pussy, she released his wrist and gradually laid her hand over her belly.
Luther licked her skin again then drove two fingers between her folds, catching her off guard. She grabbed his hand and tilted her head up to Luther. Her sweet, angelic face stole their hearts away. In an instant, Luther was bound to her, and he hadn’t even made love to her yet. It was as if someone hit a switch and said, “Here she is, your mate.” He swallowed the lump of emotion and held her gaze as she held his wrist. His fingers pushed in and out slowly until she could adjust to the rhythm. She stared at him, her expression filled with uncertainty and desire.
“Trust us. Let us comfort you and take away the pain. Lay back. Do not try to stop me with your hand.”
His order was firm, and Charity looked a bit piqued at first until Dante lifted her shirt, removing it from her body for better access to her breasts. But once he began to suck and pull at the abundant mound, it seemed Charity was falling under their control.
Luther continued the in and out motion with his fingers, starting slow then progressing harder and faster as Dante feasted on the full, large breasts of their goddess.
“Oh, Princess, you are perfect,” Dante whispered.
“And so responsive,” Luther growled, scooting lower while he kept rhythm with his fingers. With each stroke, she spread her legs, opening for him.
With his other hand, he ripped the barely functional panties from her body. She stirred, but then he pressed his fingers deeper.
* * * *
Charity couldn’t help the sensations she felt at the brothers’ actions and words. What was Luther doing to her down there? She had the urge to tilt her hips and demand he press harder and faster into her. She had never experienced anything like this, yet her mind and body were hungry for more. Once again she felt that tight feeling deep within her core. The hunger she had experienced for her mates seemed to be strengthening. Something was growing and building up inside of her. She felt about ready to combust but was hesitant to give into the unknowing. She never focused on herself, her body, or her needs. Now she was faced with a decision to trust these men, these wolves, and allow them this ultimate intimacy or run out of fear.
As she inhaled their scent, it destroyed the pain her body was in and replaced it with something wonderful.
She had heard of the mating musk with werewolves but never believed that anything could be so intoxicating, never mind work on her. As she ran her fingers through Luther’s hair and absorbed the feel of his muscles and scent, she felt the urge to relinquish all control to him.
Luther and Dante felt so good next to her, touching her, whispering words of desire to her. She had often wondered when, if ever, the spirits would grant her a lover or a mate.
Her body responded in ways she was partly embarrassed over. The triplets had much more experience which both scared her and turned her on.
Luther pressed further, increasing the motion with his fingers as he added a third. As he pushed in and out of her slick folds, he hit some kind of special spot inside of her. She arched into his thrusts and lifted her hips. She moaned without a care of being embarrassed. Whatever he was doing, she didn’t want him to stop. She was so close to something. She wasn’t sure what but she needed.
Charity arched back and clenched the sheets with her fists as the most amazing sensation combusted inside her then released. The wetness between her thighs was more like a flood than the leak she started with at Luther’s touch.
What is happening to me?
“She’s so responsive, Dante, my wolf is in dire need,” Luther stated, out of breath.
Dante continued to suck one breast while massaging the other as Luther spoke to him. The sensation of cool air against her breast caused her nipples to harden.
“Oh yeah, brother, she is quite responsive.” He sniffed the air, his eyes turning a golden yellow color.
“I need to taste her.”
“Me first,” Luther interjected, and with that, he disappeared under the sheets, neither wolf bothering to ask what she wanted.
She was about to state her uncertainty and request a pause to catch her breath when suddenly she felt Luther’s tongue lapping up the wetness around, over, and in between her feminine folds. Her pussy throbbed and ached right before another orgasm hit her.
Charity gasped at the sensation, widened her thighs, and thrust gently against Luther’s mouth. The warmth of his tongue and breath colliding with her pussy caused tiny aftershocks to rock her core.
Dante chuckled.
He locked gazes with her. “I’m next.” He kissed her chest as he plucked and pulled the nipple on her left breast harder.
“Enjoy the sensations, Charity. You are ours for eternity.”
Charity could feel Dante’s erection against her outer thigh. Luther sucked and slurped as she came and came over and over again.
The more he sucked and slurped while Dante whispered the brothers’ intentions the more her body relaxed and gave in to the desire.
“Does that feel good?” he whispered next to her ear.
“Yes.” Charity exhaled.
“Do you want something more in there?”
“Mmmm…” Charity could hardly understand Dante’s words while Luther was doing amazing things with his tongue.
Suddenly the creaking sound of the door opening caught Charity’s attention. She froze and tensed, but Luther kept working on her body, and Dante half glanced in the direction of the doorway. Neither of them seemed to care if their actions were going to be viewed by others.
Charity grabbed Luther’s head, angry that there wasn’t enough hair to pull on.
* * * *
When she saw the scowl on Maximus’s face, she cringed.
As he carried a tray of food, he sniffed the air.
And growled, causing her to shake in response. The cream leaked from her pussy as Luther continued to lick her in response.
“You’re scaring her, Maximus,” Dante stated nonchalantly then returned to kissing her neck.
“Good!” he replied angrily.
Luther took the moment to suck harder then added two fingers to his ministrations, nearly making Charity jump back and hit the headboard.
Maximus walked the tray to the table, placing it down then standing away, arms crossed and looking annoyed.
Charity closed her eyes as Luther and Dante brought on another wave of explosions in her body. She hated to admit it, but she enjoyed the sight of Maximus standing there so authoritative, staring at his brothers, tasting her. She was angry with him still, and if he had stayed, he would be enjoying this as well.
The thoughts shocked her. She felt so comfortable with the brothers. It was as if she had known them forever.
Dante pulled the sheets away from Charity’s body. Luther kissed her inner thighs and continued to finger-fuck her and devour her cream as Maximus watched. Dante sucked and nipped at her
breast as Luther gave Maximus a view of Charity.
“Isn’t she lovely brother? She is all ours to do as we want with her,” he whispered, and Charity raised her hips in response to his words and actions.