Once

Anne sat back on her heels. She really wanted to do this right, but for a first time, one guy at a time. If this worked out the way she hoped, she’d have a lifetime to practice on two at a time. Just the thought had her vaginal muscles clenching into a yearning knot between her legs.

She pointed at Cain. “You. Sit. You’re next.”

He grinned and saluted. And sat on the edge of the bed.

She knelt with her hands planted on Brad’s hips. The drop at the tip of his cock had become a steady stream. She licked him, just, well … just because. “You can stand up or sit. Whatever you want.”

“This…” He cleared his throat. “This is fine. Thank you.”

“I like that. Polite.” For some reason she’d slipped into the role she’d taken in graduate school when she was a teaching assistant. Then she’d known she was in charge of the classes she taught and she knew her stuff better than anyone else in the room. At least she let them think she did.

This was just the opposite. She didn’t know anything about what she was doing except what she’d read—and once again she thanked those sexy romances—and what common sense told her. She’d have to let Brad teach her by leading her. She could do this—touching him had her even more aroused. She couldn’t wait to take him in her mouth.

He still looked a little unsure, but then he and Cain had been planning on a massage, which meant she’d totally screwed up their plan, but that was a good thing. There really should be a balance of power, especially when there were two of them and only one of her.

They could do their massage later. They had all night. “I’ve never done this before, so please tell me what to do, anything you can think of. I won’t mind, but I want to get this right. Look at it this way.” And she glanced at Cain. “If you two are thinking long-term arrangement, you’re going to want me doing what you like, just as I’m going to want you guys doing what I like. Does that work for you?”

“Oh, yeah.” Brad tangled his fingers in her hair. “I’m all yours. Cain?”

Cain laughed. “Works for me. Besides, I’m getting off on watching you two. Live-action porn, but I find the actors a lot more appealing.”

Anne glanced over her shoulder. “You’d better. This is sensual, not pornographic. Pay attention.” Then she wrapped her left fist around Brad’s shaft and cupped his balls in her right. His whimper was the proof she needed. Obviously this was good.

She played with his balls for a moment. The wrinkled sac made a pretty good-sized handful. She’d never thought about how big balls were and honestly hadn’t paid close attention to the details with Cain, but she loved the reaction she got from Brad as she gently squeezed and separated the orbs within his sac while slowly sliding her left hand up and down his shaft. More white fluid bubbled at the tip. She watched it for a moment and then licked up every drop. Definitely sweet. Then she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the velvety tip.

This time, she was the one groaning, especially when Cain knelt behind her and cupped her breasts in his palms. He straddled her legs with his knees, moving close enough that his chest pressed against her back and his thick shaft was riding between her thighs. She wanted him inside, but not now. Not yet. She forced herself to concentrate on Brad, which really wasn’t that difficult, all things considered.

She’d always had an innate ability to focus, plus she was good at details. Brad seemed to appreciate that. He tangled his fingers in her hair and she sucked him deep inside her mouth, using her fist wrapped around his shaft to keep him from going too far. She wasn’t ready to try swallowing his rather sizable cock—one step at a time.

He was long and thick and she circled the crown with the tip of her tongue, delving into the tiny slit at the tip before sucking all she could fit between her lips, pressing him hard up against the roof of her mouth with the flat of her tongue.

Brad’s entire body trembled as she worked her tongue against the underside of his shaft, tracing the thick vein until she lost it beneath the folds of his retracted foreskin. She knew he must be really sensitive—that much she’d read about men who’d never been cut—and she was as careful as he seemed to need her to be.

But when he thrust his hips forward she sucked him harder and clasped her hands tightly against his muscular butt, holding his cock between her lips when he would have pulled away. Cain cupped her full breasts in the palms of his hands while he pulled and twisted her nipples between his fingertips. If she shifted her hips just right, the tip of his penis teased her clit, which made her work harder to bring Brad to climax.

They were three together, already working as a team for one another’s pleasure, and she’d never imagined anything that could feel this good and be so much fun.

The music soared in the background, the fury of Vivaldi’s “Storm” crashing into her consciousness, pulling her into the taste and the textures of the man she serviced, and yet there was nothing subservient about the act. She was in control, her mouth, her tongue, her hands—she was the one who was quickly bringing Brad to the brink.

Cain’s softly murmured encouragement, the growing pressure of his thrusts between her legs, the sleek tip of his cock connecting with her clit on every drive until she realized she’d sucked Brad deeper than she’d thought she could. Her throat convulsed as she swallowed his length down rather than choke as he hit the back of her throat. He carefully eased out and then just as carefully moved forward, and again she took him deeper than she’d ever imagined.

Cain pulled away for a moment and then he was back, his erect cock covered in a condom, his thrusts now directed against Anne’s clit, but with the added protection came the knowledge that all she needed to do was let him know what she wanted.

She tilted her hips back and he sheathed himself within her, driving high and deep and bringing a gasp of pleasure from her lips. He held her right breast, pinching and teasing her nipple, but his left hand went low, over her thigh and between her legs where he timed the stroke of his fingers over her clit to his powerful thrusts between her legs.

They somehow moved in sync, the three of them, as Anne took Brad ever closer to the edge. Her own climax hovered just out of reach, and she knew she was on the brink. Brad was losing his struggle to hold on. She felt the tension in his hips as he tried to pull out, but she held him close, sucking and licking until he finally gave in, gave up, gave it all to her.

“Anne!”

His shout set off her own climax, her body clenching as the first sweet spurts of Brad’s release hit her tongue, and she almost laughed with the joy of this moment. She, Anne DuBois, resident misfit and horribly shy around men, was in the midst of a simultaneous climax with two incredible guys, and it was amazing.

Her body rippled with the release of tension, with the sparks of sensation from the sweet taste of Brad on her tongue, to Cain’s short, sharp strokes as he joined them, collapsing against her back with a long, heartfelt groan.

Brad toppled over and landed on the bed. Anne crawled up and over to lie beside him. Cain took a moment to dispose of the condom and then crawled over Brad and Anne to take the other side. Once again Anne was sandwiched between her men.

And they were her men. Smiling, because yes, she’d just officially claimed them.

Brad lay on his belly, practically comatose. Cain was on his back, still sucking air with each deep breath. Anne snuggled between the two of them, all ready to do it all over again.

Plus, she still hadn’t gotten her massage.

She licked her lips, tasting Brad. She’d not only sucked her first cock; she’d also swallowed. And she’d done it while another guy was taking her from behind while squeezing her boobs and then playing with her clit. The thought had her biting back an inappropriate case of the giggles. She knew if she ever started there’d be no stopping.

Instead, she lay there in her bed between two hot guys with a huge smile on her face. Never, not even after reading a really sexy romance where she’d imagined herself in the hero’s arms, had she ever come close to dreaming anything remotely as awesome as this.

Or as much fun.

* * *

She must have dozed off, though she had no idea how much time had passed. Candlelight still flickered against the walls, and the classical music had segued from the wild rhythm playing earlier into a haunting, thoughtful tune.

Should she follow the musical lead to be thoughtful? Thinking of what they’d just done, she realized that no, she didn’t want to dissect the way the two of them had made her feel. She’d felt glorious and so feminine, and she’d loved the way Cain had tied them all together when he’d entered her, had taken an act between Anne and Brad and turned it into something uniquely intimate for the three of them.

There had to be a lot of other combinations for three people, right?

Now, thinking about that seemed perfectly apropos.

Cain and Brad slept soundly beside her and she wanted to wake them up, but first she carefully crawled over Cain and went in to use the bathroom. While she was in there she brushed her teeth and put on some fresh lipstick. If she ended up with Cain’s cock in her mouth at some point during the night, the least she could do was give him a good visual.

Bright red lips around a darkly engorged erection should be just about right.

* * *

Brad awakened to the shift of the bed as Anne crawled over Cain and went into the bathroom. He lay there a moment, thinking of what she’d done tonight, how it felt to watch his entire erection disappear between her lips.

The moment he had the visual, his damned cock surged to life once again. Anne going to her knees had totally floored him, but watching her suck on him was something he’d never forget. He’d been with prostitutes long before she was born who hadn’t made him come as hard, and the fact that this was her first time was definitely mind-blowing.

He was watching the bathroom door when she stepped back into the main room. She’d combed the tangles out of her hair and put on fresh lipstick, and he wanted her so badly he ached. He knew the moment she realized he was awake—her eyes lit up and her beautiful lips tilted up in a smile.

She walked around the end of the bed and lay down beside him. Cain was still asleep, so she shoved Brad into the middle, in her old spot, and snuggled close beside him.

He nuzzled her hair and then whispered, “That was pretty amazing.”

She smiled and kissed his chin. “Definitely. Just think how good I’ll be with practice.”

“You’ll probably kill me.”

“Oh, I hope not.” She ran her hands over his chest and traced the muscles on his arms. “Cain and I made love this afternoon, but you and I haven’t.”

She managed to pout and whisper at the same time. He’d never seen her pout before and thought it was a pretty sexy look. Of course, he thought everything she did was sexy. “I know.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “I think you should take care of that grievous inequity.”

She nodded against him. “I agree. He’s sleeping—can we do it without disturbing him?”

“I doubt it, but he needs to wake up anyway. Besides, he said he likes to watch.” And there would be something wonderfully prurient about knowing Cain was watching him with Anne.

“Good point.” She ran her hands across his chest again but this time stroked along his sides, raised goose bumps across his belly, and then tangled her fingers in the thick patch of hair at his groin. And tugged.

“Shit.” He hissed the curse and thrust his hips close to her. Then he reached over her and grabbed one of the condoms Cain had tossed on top of the bedside table. “I really hope you meant what you said.”

She shrugged and rolled to her back. “I’m waiting. Impatiently.”

He ripped open the packet and grabbed his dick, but then he noticed how avidly Anne watched him. “Do you want to put this on me?”

She nodded and licked her lips. His dick reacted appropriately and grew. A lot. Anne took the condom, sat up again, and stared at his erection. Hard as a post, it stood perpendicular to his body, and his balls had drawn up so tight they ached. She wrapped her hand around the base to steady him and then glanced at Brad. He shrugged and waited to see what she would do, but it didn’t take her long to position the ring of latex over the distended crown and carefully roll it down his shaft. She smoothed it neatly, left plenty of room in the tip for all the spunk, and actually did a pretty good job.

When she was all through smoothing the sides, which didn’t take nearly long enough as far as he was concerned, she glanced shyly at his face. “Perfect,” he said, and pulled her over on him. He raised his knees, expecting her to sit on his belly so they could play, but instead she knelt over him, grabbed his dick, and slowly lowered herself over him.

It was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen. Her face was a study in concentration; a small frown wrinkled her brow and she had her lower lip caught between her teeth. He had a perfect view of her dark pink labia and the distended nub of her clitoris as she stretched to take him. His dick was bigger around than Cain’s, though not quite as long, and it was fascinating to watch the methodical way Anne slowly managed to take all of him.

Thank goodness his night vision was excellent. The candles were beginning to burn low, and he wouldn’t want to have missed seeing her like this for anything. She finally got all of him inside and sort of wriggled her butt to get everything situated. Then it was almost as if she realized he might be watching, because she raised her head, met his gaze, and her eyes went wide. Even in the darkness he could see her blush.

“What?” He planted his hands on her waist and glared at her, trying really hard not to laugh. “Did you forget I was here?”

She started to giggle, slapped her hand over her mouth, and snorted. He bounced her a couple of times, lifting and dropping his hips, and she folded forward with her arms around his neck and her face buried under his chin. Laughing. This wasn’t the reaction he’d expected, but he liked it. A lot. Almost as much as he liked Anne.

He rolled her over and was on top of her before she had time to catch her breath, but he’d been dreaming of this moment since the first time he saw her last Sunday, and he wasn’t going to wait any longer. He pulled out and slowly thrust forward. Then he did it again, and again. She brought her legs up and around his waist and locked her ankles behind his butt, and after a few more thrusts her eyes looked sort of glazed and her lips parted.

He rested his weight on his forearms and shoved her long hair back from her face. She was so beautiful he wanted to see her as he made love to her. Wanted to watch the expressions coursing across her face, the waves of color that suffused her cheeks as her arousal grew.

He leaned in and kissed her, exploring her mouth with his tongue, nipping at her full lips, breathing her breath. Tasting her. He and Cain hadn’t had a chance to talk, but Brad was so positive that she was right for them he was ready to claim her tonight, which of course they couldn’t do.

He’d read all the werewolf lore, how they were telepathic, which they weren’t, that there was one perfect mate for them, but that wasn’t true, either, or that they were forced into the shift beneath a full moon. Not at all. They were just typical guys with an atypical life span and the ability to change from human to wolf, but that meant they didn’t get blindsided by a mythical “One.” A perfect woman who would bond to them forever—they had to be careful about choosing a mate, because eternity with an unhappy woman was its own kind of hell.

Which was why they’d all agreed that if a man met a woman at Feral Passions who could become his mate, he had to let her go home after her week was up, give her time to think about the relationship that might or might not prove to be strong enough to make sharing their secret a safe proposition. It had to be the woman’s choice to stay.

He’d heard the old ones talk about carrying innocent young women off from their small towns and villages and turning them without giving them a choice. Some of those relationships lasted to this day, but the days of kidnapping women were long past. It was going to be so hard to let Anne go, but he’d have to trust that they’d built enough of a bond over the past couple of days. Tomorrow was Wednesday.

She’d be leaving Saturday morning for the long drive back to San Francisco.

Desperation drove him as he realized how quickly the week was flying by. He felt the clenching muscles deep inside Anne as he pounded into her. She arched her back, driving him even deeper, and he watched her face as her climax rolled over her. The visual was too much—Brad was right behind her. His steady, deep strokes went short and sharp. Anne screamed and her hands clutched at his shoulders.

Like a piston plunging in and out of her, he struggled to hang on, wanted to give her even more than he already had, and when her body rippled around him once again he finally let himself go, let the pleasure take hold and the emotions he’d been holding in check flow free.

He felt as if he emptied his soul into this woman, gave her everything he was, in the hope she’d understand how very much he cared. How much they both cared, because it could never be just Brad or just Cain. They were a pair.

They didn’t want a woman who would divide them, who might try to tear them apart. They wanted Anne, the first woman in their very long lives who seemed to understand what they needed, a woman who could bring them even closer together should she choose to stay.