“Already one step ahead of you,” Draven replied. “Tomorrow, Cade and I are going to the shop, and we’re going to get your initial tattooed on our ring fingers.”
“Right here,” Cade said, tapping the top of his left fourth finger. “We just wanted you to say yes.”
“A thousand times yes,” she whispered. “I love you both so much.”
Cade placed his hand behind her neck and pulled her to his body. Her hands rested on his chest and she could feel his heat beating through his shirt, his muscles rippling with every breath he took. Draven moved in, effectively sandwiching her between the two rock-hard bodies. Feeling them against her, one in front and one in back, rendered her thoughtless, and before she could gather her wits and process what was happening, Cade bent his head to cover her mouth with his.
As he probed the secret places of her mouth, an electrical current charged through her body. His lips were voracious, taking everything she had to give and demanding even more, and it made her juices run between her legs as need pumped hot and heavy through her blood.
“Dove,” Cade moaned as he broke the kiss to stare her in the eyes. “Are you ready to be our woman, in every way?”
She nodded, wanting so much to be with them, to be loved and owned by them. They led her into the main bedroom where both men undressed her, layer by layer falling away. Moments later, all three of them stood naked and there wasn’t any hesitation or embarrassment. Dove’s heart pounded until she thought it would pop out of her chest.
“John and I know what we’re doing, okay, sweetheart?” Cade asked. “Just trust us.”
“Will you make sure it doesn’t hurt?”
“Of course, baby,” Draven told her. “We’d never do anything to hurt you.”
“I know you’d never hurt me,” she said. “But this is different. You know? I love you both so much.”
Dove nodded, and the next moment, she felt Draven’s breath on the back of her neck as he leaned into her. His hand ran down her spine and over her ass, to slide between her cheeks into her crack. His thumb circled around her back hole, then pressed in just a little. Not enough to hurt, but the pressure made her squirm.
“Cade was the first person in your pussy,” he murmured in her ear. “But I’m going to be the first person to possess your ass.”
The words made her shiver with a sense of heightened awareness. The thought of anal sex might have made her hesitant at first, but she trusted them implicitly and knew they were going to make this experience erotic and delicious.
Cade sat on the bed and he took hold of her hips to bring her between his thighs. Her nipples were hard little pebbles and he cupped her breasts, squeezing them together so he could he lick them together. He played with them, sucking on each of them until they were throbbing little buds that made her pussy drip with need.
He explored from her breasts, down her belly, to slide a hand between her thighs. He dipped his fingers along her slit to rub feathery strokes that soon heated her blood and caused her juices to run. In and out, he used his fingers to fuck her while his mouth still sucked on her nipples. The friction built up, up and up until suddenly, lights burst behind her eyelids as her orgasm crashed over her in sweeping waves.
She collapsed upon Cade’s shoulder until Draven eased her off him. Through half-closed eyes, she saw Cade licking his fingers clean of her cream. Watching him turned her on. Draven laid her on the bed next to Cade, stomach down, and grabbed some pillows to prop her hips up. Some apprehension crept into her euphoria, but she tried to stay as relaxed as possible. He straddled her legs and bent over, grabbing her ass cheeks and spreading them. A flash of embarrassment flew over her, but it disappeared the next moment when Draven slipped his finger into her pussy to gather her juices to coat her rosette. He eased a finger in, and although he’d done that before, this was completely different. Now he had some lube and his finger slid in and out with ease. At first, it felt…odd. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel good either. She heard a drawer open and a second later, she felt the cool dribble of lube as Draven dropped it on her. He spread the lube all around then slowly pushed two fingers inside her. This time, she felt a little more burn, but not pain.
“How are feeling, baby?” Draven asked.
“I’m good.”
He began to move his fingers as if trying to pull them apart. After a minute or two of this, he withdrew his fingers and got off her. He then readjusted her legs, putting her more into a kneeling position, making sure to keep her spread open, then she heard the tear of a condom wrapper and couldn’t help but tense.
“Relax,” Cade murmured. “Turn your head toward me, Dove. Take me into your mouth.”
She did as he’d commanded, and her mouth watered when she saw his beautiful cock in front of her face. She opened her mouth and he fed her his semi-erect member, which quickly stiffened as she ran her tongue up and down the shaft.
Behind her, Draven adjusted himself, and she felt his blunt cockhead pushing against her back opening. Because of his manipulating of her earlier, he pushed in, past the tight ring. Still, there was no pain, only a steady burn as he worked his thick cock inside her body. He went slowly, an inch at a time, until his balls finally rested against her pussy lips.
“Oh, God, you feel good,” Draven said. “So tight around my cock. Are you ready for both of us to fuck you? The two of us claiming you forever?”
Cade pulled out of her mouth and she gave a little protesting moan. Draven smacked her lightly on an ass cheek.
“Do you want us both, Dove? Tell us now if you don’t.”
“Yes, I want to be yours.” She panted.
She heard another condom wrapper and a moment later, Cade settled on the bed. She locked gazes with Cade as he lifted her hips and brought her down onto his cock. For a moment, they both held still as Dove adjusted to him, then he gripped her hips and urged her to move. Slowly, she found her center as he taught her to ride him.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Cade murmured, his warm brown eyes smiling at her. “You’re absolutely beautiful, Dove. Now lean toward me, that’s right.”
She felt a cool splash of lubricant before Draven held her ass cheeks apart and lined in behind her. “I’m going in, Cade.”
Cade grunted and he lifted Dove’s hips. His cock slid almost all the way out of her, but before she registered any loss, Draven pushed into her ass again. “Don’t tense,” Draven ordered.
Dove took a deep breath.
“Good. God, Dove, you’re so tight!”
In and out he went, and the burning returned. Dove held her breath, unsure if she was enjoying the new sensation. But just as she thought she wanted to stop, Draven pulled out of her a little to give Cade room to push in. They worked her like this for a minute or so, each going in little by little, letting her adjust to their double invasion. It began to feel…amazing. Nerves she had never thought she had began to come alive, intensifying the feeling of two men sliding into her at different times, never letting her body have a break from the electrifying assault on her senses.
“You ready, Cade?” Draven asked, his voice a little gruff.
“Yeah,” Cade replied, answering with an equally strained tone.
Before she could ask what they meant, both men withdrew then surged together, burying their cocks at the same time. Dove gasped, unable to believe the feeling of total consummation. She had thought being filled with one or the other was amazing, but this was beyond words. Beyond anything she had ever imagined. They began to fuck her in earnest, both pumping into her holes, and her juices ran as everything inside her tightened around them. Sweat dripped off each of them, making their bodies slick as they moved against one another. Dove felt something building, something so intense she was almost scared to reach it, but there was no stopping the pleasure Draven and Cade wrung from her body. She screamed as the dam broke, flinging her off into space with a climax so hard and earth-shattering that darkness covered her vision. Dimly, she heard both men finding their own releases and felt their cocks pumping deep within her body.
She was roused by a kiss on her brow and another on her lips, and she half-wondered if they were the type of kisses Sleeping Beauty had received to wake her up. Dove lifted her eyelids and saw Cade and Draven leaning over her, their beloved faces smiling tenderly at her.
“Am I dreaming?” she asked softly.
“Only the best type,” Draven replied.
“The kind that lasts forever,” Cade said.
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The Red Wolves Motorcycle Club: True North
Beth D. Carter
Excerpt
Chapter One
The warm summer sunrays sparkled like diamonds upon the calm lake. Dragonflies danced on the water’s edge, their iridescent wings patting the water’s surface. North stretched out his long legs and popped a cigarette between his lips. As he lit it, Givon nudged him with his foot, almost tipping him over.
“You’ve got to cut that shit out,” Givon told him. “You’ve been smoking for too long. You’re going to get lung cancer.”
“You know, you should’ve been born a woman,” North shot back. “You’d make a wonderful old lady. Nag, nag, nag.”
“I’ll nag my foot right up your ass.”
North grinned and dragged in a lungful of the bitter smoke. As he blew it out, he looked at the burning coffin nail and thought maybe Givon was right. His birthday was next week and he was turning the big four-O. There was going to come a time when he was going to have to reap what he sowed—and damn if he wanted to carry around an oxygen tank on his motorcycle. Besides, it wasn’t as if he liked the taste of cigarettes or the nasty morning breath they always gave him. It was just a habit he’d fallen into over the years of being a Red Wolf. Everyone smoked, so he did too.
But wasn’t that why he was trying to change the club? To
not
follow the same old path? One had to change to survive.
He flicked the cigarette into the pond.
“I quit,” he announced.
“You quit,” Givon echoed. “Just like that?”
North shrugged. “Quitting is just mind over matter.”
“I’ve always questioned you having a mind to begin with,” Givon replied sardonically. “But it’s nice to know I won’t have to haul you to chemo in your old age.”
North flipped him the finger and went back to watching his pole. They’d been out here for an hour with one fish to show between them. He’d wanted to do a fish fry tonight as they camped, but it was quickly looking like they may be roughing it with canned food.
“How’s the club?” Givon asked.
North shrugged. “Shaken. That whole mess with Axe really hit hard.”
“Who’s your current Sergeant at Arms?”
“I’ve got Skids wearing the patch and he seems competent enough.”
“But?”
“But Axe was a friend of his. Right now, he’s grieving. We all are. The betrayal of one of the pack cuts deep.”
“Do they know? About what really happened to Axe?”
North raised his eyebrows. “They suspect. But no one knows what
really
happened to Axe.”
“Don’t give me that shit, North. We know. And I’m pretty sure Merrie Walden knows, and if she knows, then so do Braden and Leo.”
“If they’re smart, they’ll keep it to themselves,” he said. “If word gets out Gray Dog offed Axe, the Red Stripes will want retaliation, even if he was defecting. And I don’t want retaliation for that piece of shit.” He gestured at the pond. “I’m also seriously hoping I don’t snag him on my hook.”
“Yeah, that would ruin this little camping trip.”
They fell silent again, trying to fish. It should have been a peaceful time of day but the lack of anything biting combined with club talk had North feeling restless and moody.
“Our coffers are hurting,” he admitted, breaking the silence. He wasn’t in a silent mood.
“You talking church business with me?”
Yeah, North knew he should shut up. Club business never left the chapel, but despite them being on opposite sides of the law, Givon had always been there for him, watching his back and making sure North didn’t screw up too much. He trusted Givon Halloran with every cell in his body.
“Yes,” he answered succinctly. “That newspaper article claiming Gray Dog was a hero has crippled our protection details. Less and less ranchers are asking us to ride with them.”
“Your shop not pulling enough in?”
North gave a humorless laugh. “No, Giv, the shop doesn’t give us what we need. I have got too many old men sitting around the Wolf table with more than a foot into retirement. Do you know what that means? They won’t pay dues, but I’m still obligated to pay for their 401K, and old people’s medicine costs a helluva lot.”
“So going legit is off the table?”
“Nah. Right now that’s still the long-term goal, but I don’t see that happening anytime soon with the Demon Devils camped out on our doorstep, taking our protection money.”
“You need help?” Givon asked quietly. “I’ve got money saved up.”
“Thanks, but not the kind of money I need. Besides, you give me enough help by not pissing on my boots.”
“The Red Wolves aren’t in my jurisdiction,” Givon reminded him. “And Destiny appreciates all your contributions to the community.”
That made North laugh. “If you really want to brown nose here, tell me that you’re investigating the Devils. Charge them with some type of criminal shit. It’s gotta be dope. I haven’t heard about gun running and there’s not too much else for a club to do to make some serious dough.”
“Get me some legit proof of illegal activities and I’ll haul their asses in,” Givon said. “Otherwise, I’m not starting a war with the Devils. We’ve been over this before.”
“Yeah,” North mumbled and reached for his pack of cigarettes.
Givon raised his eyebrows and gave him a pointed look.
With a sigh, North crumpled the pack, cigarettes and all and tossed them into the trash bag. “Fuck. I’ve picked a wrong time to give up smoking.”