Arielle and the Three Wolves (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (26 page)

She smiled as he mentioned the names of her two lovers. “Do you really think I make them happy?” She thought she had made them happy, she had certainly tried hard enough with both of them, but it just felt good to hear him say it.

“I know you do.” He brought her chin up and forced her to look him in the eye. “Do they make you happy?”

“They make me very happy,” she admitted.

“That’s good.” He let go of her chin and put his arm back around her shoulder. “I’m taking us back home tomorrow. When we get there I’m going to pack my things and leave the ranch. I can find work in the city. I want the three of you to be together. That’ll make me happy.”

“Oh…” Arielle was left without anything to say to that. He had said earlier he would leave her alone on the ranch with his brothers if the two of them didn’t click while they were on this trip in the mountains. Apparently he didn’t think they had clicked.

She felt sad and snuggled up closer to him in his arms. She hadn’t really expected this but supposed she should have known it could have happened. She had been incredibly selfish to think she could have a relationship with two fantastic men at the same time, let alone with three.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” she asked him. She wasn’t at all sure that’s what she wanted for him. “Maybe I can leave. Or maybe Jason and Kyle can leave with me. I don’t know what we’ll do. This is new territory for all of us.”

He placed his fingers over her lips to silence her. “Of course it’s what I want. You stay on the ranch with Jason and Kyle and take care of each other. I’ll be fine living in the city. I’ll come back and see you all the time.”

She reached up to him and placed a brief kiss on his lips. Then she nestled back against his chest with his arms around her, and another pang of sadness hit her. “You are truly a gentleman, Luke,” she told him. “You may not believe in the old-fashioned tale of meeting one’s mate, but at heart you are an old-fashioned gentleman.”

She knew she could sleep now in his arms. All he wanted to do was take care of her and his brothers. She felt safe and secure in the tent with Luke, the sound of the storm outside, and the warmth of his body next to her. Suddenly the crazy idea was with her that things might actually work out for her and Jason and Kyle. But even with that happy thought at the forefront of her mind she felt sad. She felt sad for Luke. He seemed so alone. As she snuggled to get comfortable against him her knee would brush his erection. But ever the gentleman, all he did was hold her. Soon she went to sleep peacefully in his embrace.

Arielle awoke to sun that streamed in the plastic window at the roof of the tent. It was bright, and she had to shield her eyes as she stretched out across the floor. There was an absence of warmth and strength at her side, and she realized Luke had left. She was alone inside the tent again.

She had slept well and felt rested. The storm had passed and a bright-blue sky was overhead. The sun was still low in the sky so it must have still been early in the morning.

When she unzipped the front of the tent, the sound of birdcalls in the forest welcomed her to a new day. She crawled out and got to her feet. She stretched a few more long and lazy arches to get the kinks out.

The ground was muddy against her bare feet as she made her way across the campsite in search of Luke. She found him on the edge of the forest. He gazed off the side of a hill into a mountain valley that shined with the first rays of sun from the new day. It was a beautiful sight, and she came to stand silently at his side and watch the wonder of that valley.

She looked up at him and wanted to ask him if he slept well or if he had caught a cold from his bout with the rain last night, but none of these words would come to her. Somehow she couldn’t speak to him that morning. He didn’t seem to have anything to say either. The two of them together stood side by side and watched the sun rise. He put an arm around her as the wind blew back her hair, and she gratefully placed her head on his shoulder.

When it happened, it happened suddenly.

He bent down to her and took her face in his hands. He brought their lips together and kissed her long and passionately. Her hands were on him in an instant, and she wanted to drink him in. He felt so good. Before she had a chance to enjoy him, he broke their kiss and pulled back to stare into her eyes.

“I want to take you back to the tent,” he told her. It was half a question, and half a command.

Arielle did not have to think about her response this time. It came naturally and with urgency. “I want to go,” she said, and took his hand in hers.

He picked her up in his arms and carried her back across the campsite. She felt like a ragdoll in those big muscle-builder arms, but he carried her gently. He kicked the tent flap out of the way and fell to his knees with her inside the tent.

When he placed her onto the floor, his hands were back on her body in an instant and his lips were on her face. She held onto him and let him take the lead. His fingers went under the straps of her halter and pulled them down her shoulders. He moved his hands down her body and took the halter with them until he got to her shorts. There he paused just long enough to unsnap and unzip them. He removed both her top and her shorts down her legs. She obediently held out her legs to allow him to take them off her. He was still in his boxers, and she wore only her panties.

He was back on top of her body. He trailed kisses around her face, and she sighed into his touch. His tongue found her lips and traced them delicately. He moved lower to her neck and down to her shoulder. He nipped at her with his teeth. Tiny sparks flew in Arielle’s brain at what he did to her, and she closed her eyes and enjoyed.

As he kissed and bit her neck, his hands had roamed her body again, and now his fingers had gone beneath the elastic of her panties, and he tugged on them. Once more she held out her legs and he ran them down to her feet and removed the last of her clothes.

It was her turn to reach out to him. Her hands sought out his cock beneath his boxers. He helped her with the boxers. His cock was so engorged and angry they could hardly get the boxers over it. Finally he reached inside, and she helped him to reposition his cock just long enough so they could take the boxers down his legs.

He was huge. His cock stood straight out from his fury thatch of pubic hair at his groin and pointed toward her. Finally she had him in all his naked glory, and his body was hers to do with as she wanted.

A brief moment of exaltation came over her, but it didn’t last long as he pushed her onto her back and climbed on top of her. She spread her legs for him and reached out to help guide his cock forward toward her pussy. She was wet so there was no need for him to go slow. He propped himself on his elbows above her, and she grimaced as he stabbed himself inside her body.

She opened her mouth and grunted. All the wind had just been taken out of her. He gave another shove into her womb, and she had to stifle a scream. Instead her scream came out as another half-formed grunt.

She closed her eyes, and her body tensed as Luke started to take her quickly. He might have been a gentleman, but in his first sexual coupling with Arielle, he took her without mercy. All of the pent-up tension between them over the last two days was coming out of him now, and he thumped her hard and deep against the plastic flooring of the tent.

She squeezed his arms. She wanted to get his attention, to ask him to take it easy on her, but there was no stopping what had been unleashed. Her body tensed further against his assault.

He was positively pummeling her body, and now her body was starting to betray her. Her pussy could take the attack no longer, and her muscles were scrunched up waiting for relief. She opened her eyes as her body fell into an orgasmic precipice. This was dangerous. If there was any more pressure it would be painful. As it was she was so full with him inside her she could barely breathe.

A wave of orgasms ripped her apart, half destroyed her consciousness and shattered her body. She screamed. The screams wouldn’t deter him, and he kept pounding her pussy ruthlessly until finally his warm spray lit up her insides and he fell on top of her.

They were both exhausted and slept for the next hour, naked and in each other’s arms.

* * * *

Arielle felt like she came up from under the water when she slowly opened her eyes. Luke still lay on top of her, and her legs were still wrapped tightly around his waist. He was already awake and stroking her hair back out of her face. A wicked smile played with his features as he watched her regain consciousness beneath him.

“Good morning,” she said to him, and they both laughed, and he bent down to give her a strong kiss on her lips.

“I brought you up here with the idea of doing this to you,” he told her, handsome and wicked in appearance all at the same time as his eyes flashed with his admission. “I was going to fuck you senseless.”

“I think you just did,” she said, and realized her heart was still pounding inside her chest. She had to hold onto him to prevent her muscle contractions from firing back up. It had been an hour, and she was still not down from her orgasmic high. With a shock of both wonder and horror, she realized his cock was still lodged inside her pussy and was still rock hard. This young shifter was insatiable.

“Do you want to try an experiment?” he asked her, and the wicked gleam in his roguish eyes sparkled brighter.

“What did you have in mind?” she asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

He withdrew from her. There was a pop from her pussy. “Wait for me,” he ordered her.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she assured him. In truth she was too tired and sleepy from the orgasm parade he had given her to barely move a muscle.

Naked and beautiful, he climbed out of their tent and into the morning sunlight outside. He disappeared for a minute, and she used the time to let her heart slow and her breath come back to a semblance of normality.

Still naked when he crawled back into the tent next to her, he had rubbed some lubrication along the red monster of his cockhead.

“I don’t need that,” she said, not understanding what he wanted. “You’ve already got me wet, honey.”

He stilled her with a finger over her mouth. “Yes, you do,” he told her. “Turn over onto your stomach.”

“On my stomach?” she asked.

“Yes. I’m going to take you in a new way. Don’t worry, I’m going to take this slow.” He helped her to turn around on the floor until her behind faced him.

She felt the cool lube on his cockhead as he went between her thighs. It wasn’t until a moment had passed that she realized what he had planned for her. “Oh Luke, I don’t know about that,” she said, and knew there was a tremor in her voice. “I haven’t ever done this before.”

He reached around her and gave her his hand. “Just hold my hand, baby. Squeeze if it hurts too much. I want you to trust me.”

She let out an unsteady breath. Couldn’t she ever say no to one of the Wildback brothers? “Okay. I trust you,” she said, and took his hand tightly.

His cock was probing just outside her anus. The lube was cool and slippery. It started with a slight pressure as he moved himself inside her less than an inch at first.

“How’s that?” he asked her.

“So far so good.”

“Okay, I’m going to go deeper.”

“Okay. Just remember to take it easy back there, cowboy.” She squeezed his hand tighter. The pressure inside her started to increase, and as he slid down into her, she felt the first bitter stab of pain. Tears came to her face.

“How are you doing, honey?” he asked her, and with his free hand he wiped her sweat-soaked hair back from her brow.

She grimaced and looked over her shoulder at him. “I’ve never done this before with anyone,” she explained to him. “It hurts a little.”

“Can I keep going?”

“Yes.” His hand was her only defense against all he made her feel. She gripped it tighter and now brought her other hand and placed it over the first. She let out a yelp as he penetrated another inch up into her.

“Concentrate on relaxing your muscles,” he whispered in her ear.

She shut her eyes tightly and tried to will the tears pooling in them to stop. Then she did as he asked. She focused on her rear muscles and relaxed them from their tightly bunched state.

His breath came heavy with her. “Just let your breath in and out with me, baby,” he encouraged her, and his voice was soothing and comforting. “In and out…in and out. Yes, that’s it. Now you’ve got the rhythm.”

Her muscles relaxed, but as they did so, his cock slid inside her anus even deeper. She had no idea how far in he had gone. She knew from the look she had gotten at his fully engorged cock earlier that all of it was way too much to put inside her back there. It barely fit in her pussy. However, she knew he must have inserted himself pretty deep by the time he started to withdraw for the first time.

He thrust inside of her again. Just a little deeper than last time. There was less pain now, but Luke was quicker in his stab. After a few more in-and-out penetrations, all of the pain had gone. She became aware that she sweated profusely and her breath was ragged. Her heart slammed against her rib cage. She tightened the grip of both her hands around his single large one.