Between Two Wolves (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Menage Werewolf Romance) (10 page)

I had thought of something to tell Maggie.
I told her about Jericho and Colt, and meeting them in the springs, and after
many prying questions from her, gave her a play-by-play of exactly what
happened in the springs, minus the near-death-experience, and of course, no
mention of what I had become. She seemed particularly interested in the graphic
details of my threesome, and asked me a torrent of questions, giggling after I
answered each one. The battery on my phone was almost dead before I got around
to telling her that I was staying…that I had planned to move into a cottage
with my two lovers.

“You’re not coming back? Ever? That’s
crazy!”

“I really don’t know, Maggie. All I know
is that, somehow, this feels right. I can’t leave them. I feel alive when I’m
here, like I’ve never felt before. I have never been so at home, as crazy as it
sounds.” I looked out past the edge of the clearing, down toward the river, and
beyond. “It’s so beautiful here, Maggie. So peaceful.”

“Are you happy, Rish?”

“Happier than I have ever been.”

“Then do what you need to do. I’ll be
here, always…I love you.”

“I love you, too…”

The battery went dead, and I shoved it in
my pocket. There’d be a time when I was in town, or somewhere there was a
signal, and I’d call her back. We’d figure it out. We always did. It wasn’t
goodbye, that was for certain.

I turned back to the cabin. There were
lights on downstairs, voices, scents. I closed my eyes and breathed in all of
it. I was exactly where I belonged.

* * *

It was a little before dawn a few days
later, and I’d crawled into bed in Jericho’s room. It had taken me a little
while to adjust to sleeping in a different bed every night, never quite sure
who was going to show up. Most often than not it was all of us piled into one
of the guy’s beds. But I kind of liked the big communal feel of sharing beds
and men. I was rarely alone at night. We are a nocturnal race, us shifters, and
being up till dawn became the norm. I still wrote best in the middle of the
night, and the guys were used to prowling around in the darkness. All in all,
our lives meshed together pretty seamlessly.

“Well, we aim to please. You know that.
If there’s anything else…”

I was pillowed on Jericho’s shoulder. Colt
was still downstairs, closing up the cabin, locking the doors and windows,
closing out the day. I was drowsy, but not really ready to fall asleep.
Something stirred inside me, a lazy tendril of desire uncurling in my stomach,
a flutter of arousal. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of this feeling, of the
anticipation of being with Jericho and Colt.

Some of it was the human side of me, the
desire to love and be loved—lust and desire, the same feelings I’d had in
other relationships. It was familiar, if not multiplied times two. I knew, more
or less, what to expect. The progression felt pretty standard. After all, it
had been the way I’d acted in relationships since my first kiss with Stevie
Smith in grade school.

But overriding all that was the wolf in
me, and that part was growing stronger by the day. The feelings I had for Colt
and Jericho were nothing short of all-consuming, powerful—primal. To say
that I would kill for them would be an understatement. I would fight for them,
tooth and nail, heart and soul, just like I knew they would for me.

So add that level of commitment to our
love life, and the result was way beyond simple multiplication. I knew the
little tendrils of desire curling through me now were going to explode into a white-hot
fire, a desire to take and be taken, to mate with Jericho and Colt over and
over. To be consumed by my wolves. To be consumed by love.

“Hey, you still awake?” Jericho prodded
me, not entirely too gently, poking my shoulder. “You want the bed to
yourself?” He started to sit up, but I rolled onto him, my breasts pressed
against his chest. The sheet was caught between us, but it didn’t do much to
conceal Jericho’s erection. I wiggled my hips, loving the feel of it

“Like hell.” I smiled down into his face.
Even in the soft light of the lamp the details of his face stood out. The blood
of his clan was so clear in him, so strong. A wave of sadness washed over me.
He was the last of his clan, like Colt was the last of his. I was the only link
now, between extinction for either clan.

“Stop thinking about it. It’s fine.
Really.” His voice softened as he reached up to brush back a strand of hair.
“You can’t change how things are right this very minute. Give it time.”

I touched his cheek, ran my finger down
the bridge of his nose. “I know. I’m just…impatient.”

“You know we live longer than humans,
right? Unless someone like Weatherly comes along again. Otherwise, we’ve got
time. Lots of time.”

“Time for what?”

I glanced over my shoulder. Colt stood in
the doorway, stark naked. I’d gotten used to that right away. It was one of the
perks of living with guys who had no inhibitions, and who were used to shifting
at the drop of a hat. I still got dressed more often than not. As far as for me
shifting…

“Time for her to save us, save our
clans.”

Colt crossed the room and sat on the edge
of the bed. “You’re not ready yet, anyway, Red. You know that.” He leaned down
and kissed the back of my head. “You’ve been a shifter for less than a month.
It takes time to sink into this life, to let your body go through all the
changes.”

He tugged at the sheet, the part that
covered my ass. “Besides, you haven’t shifted yet. We’re not sure…” He leaned
over, kissing my shoulder, his hand moving to the small of my back.

“Not sure…of what…” I tried to sit up,
but Jericho wrapped his arms around my shoulders. Colt had a way of distracting
me from pretty much everything.

“Not sure if you’re able to yet. We’ve
had this conversation before.”

“Yeah. I know. I need to shift…” They were
right. I did need to shift, or at least try. I’d been, well, hesitant. I’d
watched Colt and Jericho, but most of those times had been under less than
ideal circumstances. In fact, some of those times had been downright scary. I
wasn’t sure I wanted to go through that whole drama—and frankly, what
looked like trauma—with my body. But I was supposed to think about it…or
something…

“But not right now. Right now…” As usual,
Colt read my mind. He slid his hand down over my ass, fingers probing between
my legs. I arched under his touch, my legs sliding down over Jericho’s thighs. Jericho
responded instantly, hips flexing upward, prodding me with his cock. Not to
cross my shifters, but I was practically purring under Colt’s touch.

“Right now you need to stop worrying,
okay? It’s just going to distract you from what’s really important.”

“And what’s that?” I wiggled again, and Jericho
twitched the sheet out from between us. It was, as always, glorious to feel his
skin against mine. He was hot, as always. It still amazed me how warm both of
these guys were. I imagined us in winter, snuggled between them, toasty warm
without even needing blankets.

“What’s important is us…
this
…” Colt’s
fingers slipped lower, playing over my swollen folds. “No pun intended, but I
get the feeling…” His fingers pushed further. “This is something you’re looking
forward to, just as much as we are.”

“Yeah, well, I am.” I drew in a sharp
breath as Colt probed, one finger sliding down, rubbing my clit. I made a
little yelping sound, a new sound that had started cropping up in my symphony
of noises during sex. I assumed it was part of my new identity. In response he
thrust harder, the palm of his hand cupping me, his thumb pressing into the
cleft of my ass. I arched further, loving the touch of him, the proprietary way
he touched me.

While Colt was doing a great job of
taking my breath away, beneath me Jericho was making inroads in making a
frontal attack, his cock sliding against my inner thigh.

“You two going to fight over who gets
there first?” I pushed up against Jericho’s chest, letting my knees slide apart
on the bed. There was always a hint of competition between the guys, subtle,
never interfering, mostly good-natured. I’d long gotten over worrying they’d
come to blows over me. But the game was still there, the hint of it adding a
little spice to the whole thing.

“I think I won this time.” Colt curled
his fingers inside me, finding that magic spot that drove me wild. My body
jerked and I gasped as a primal rush of arousal speared me. Not that I wanted
to, but I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to this, the intensity, how everything
seemed heightened, my senses sharpened, every sensation taken to the max.

“I think not.” Jericho flexed his hips
quickly upward, almost flipping me off his body. Behind me Colt laughed, his
fingers slipping out of me. Jericho grabbed my hips, getting me back into
position, the head of his cock taking the place of Colt’s fingers.

“Always a pleasure, Red.” Jericho’s entry
into me was exquisite. He had a way of taking me that was slow and languorous,
but edged with something raw that sent a thrill through me like no one ever
had. It wasn’t exactly fear. I knew in every cell in my being that this man
would never hurt me, would fight for me like I would for him. But still…

Colt was moving behind me, the bed
dipping and shifting. He reached out, grabbing my hips, pulling me up and down.
I sat back, Jericho’s cock sliding further into me, my thighs tensing against
his hips. Colt moved his hands up my torso, reaching up to cup my breasts. I
leaned against him, his broad chest pressing against my back. He nuzzled my
neck for a minute, his breath hot, his scent washing over me. I never realized
how good men could smell until I got mixed up with these two. I closed my eyes
and inhaled, and something coiled inside me, like a spring that got wound
tighter. And when that spring sprung, all hell was likely to break loose, in a
strictly sexual sense.

But until then, until I couldn’t stand it
anymore and came so hard I thought I’d break apart, yeah, this was exactly
where I wanted to be.

Jericho ran his hands up my thighs,
fingers playing over my skin. He moved them higher, until his hands reached the
apex of my thighs, until his thumbs reached that certain spot between my legs.
He spread the edges of my swollen folds, one thumb circling over my clit. I
jerked again, but there was nowhere for me to go. I was held fast against Colt.

He tightened his hands on my breasts,
moving from caressing through fondling to frankly mauling me. I bit my lip,
looking down at his hands, dark against my oh-so-pale skin, loving the
contrast. Behind me was the unmistakable thrust of Colt’s erection moving
against my ass. For a moment he rubbed against me, hot and hard. Then he
shifted, his cock sliding against the cleft of my ass. This was still uncharted
territory for me, and as close as we’d come on several occasions, we hadn’t
explored this, um…area yet.

“Like the view?” Jericho grinned up at
me.

“I like the view very much.” I reached
up, covering Colt’s big hands with my much small ones. “Do you like the view?”

“Very much. From here, you look sexy
beyond all belief. Good enough to eat…if I didn’t have my cock in that lovely…”

“Okay. Okay. I get the picture.” I’d
never be able to match these guys for braggadocio, or for a slightly dirty way
of looking at the world. I loved it, but it made me blush.
Like now.

“I love that color on you, Red. You look
pretty in pink.”

I felt myself going six shades pinker.
“You can stop now.”

The guys had an instinct for knowing what
to say to get under my skin. I think it was a form of foreplay.

“Go easy on her, Jericho. You know when
she comes, she flushes all over. Not just her face.” Colt took one hand away
from my breast, turning my face to his. “Right? You could light up the night.”

Before I could say anything he claimed my
mouth in a messy kiss. I twisted in his grip, wanting more of him. I got it, as
he thrust his tongue between my lips, and the kiss went from messy to wet, and
over-the-top sexy. It was the kind of kiss I’d always dreamed of having, but
never got. Now, with Colt, and Jericho, kisses were wild and passionate, and
sometimes very messy, in the best possible way.

Beneath me Jericho’s movements were
getting just a little bit out of control, a little bit erratic. It meant he was
close, or he was teasing me…again. Or trying to get my attention. I broke away
from Colt, looking down at Jericho. Colt teased his fingers along my jaw, the
other hand still occupied with my breast. He’d begun rolling my hard nipple
between his thumb and forefinger. Little jolts ricocheted through me, sharp and
penetrating, contrasting with the heat building lower down.

“Colt, want a turn?”

“Hey, I’m not a video game controller you
pass back and forth.”

But Jericho was already sitting up. Colt
let me go with a little push as Jericho pulled me toward him. I wrapped my legs
around his waist, throwing my arms around his neck. We were face to face, our
noses almost touching.

“You’re a hell of a lot more fun than
video games. Besides, I outgrew those a long time ago. I like grown up games
now.”