Fever for Three (8 page)

“Please.” She panted out the words. “Please, inside me.”

“Fuck, yes. Yes. Our girl. Paulo…” Josh’s voice was nothing but a growl, but Paulo’s fingers pushed deep, filling her up for a second before sliding away.

Paulo was the one to slip up between her legs, his cock like iron and fire against the inside of her thigh.

“
Querida
. Ours.” Paulo pushed close, but it was Josh’s hand that slipped down, guided the thick head into her.

Her eyes rolled, the very idea of what they were doing so out of her realm of experience that it seemed illicit. Erotic. All sorts of other words she never associated with herself.

When Paulo pushed in, it was electric, her nerves firing, everything inside her needing exactly what he was giving her.

“Should I do him while he does you, baby?” Josh whispered such things in her ear.

“
Si. Si, querido
.” Paulo moaned. “Perfect. She’s perfect inside.”

“Is she? I can’t wait to try.” Josh laughed, and he kissed her again before slipping away.

“He has to wait.” Paulo leaned down and kissed her, his lips flavored with her.

She whined. She didn’t know what else to call the noise that escaped her. Clutching Paulo’s shoulders, she held him while he settled, heavy and hard, on top of and inside her. Her body stretched around him, holding his cock.

Paulo’s eyes were half-closed, his dark lashes resting on his cheeks. They went wide and dark though, and he tensed above her, and she knew Josh had to be doing something back there.

“Are you okay?”

“He’s already had me today. I’m ready for him.”

Oh God. That was—she’d been so angry, so sad, but now it seemed amazingly beautiful, her two men together.

She reached up, dragged Paulo down into the kiss she’d wanted to take for days—hard and hungry, wild.

Paulo gave it to her, his teeth stinging her lower lip. Her arm didn’t even hurt anymore; it felt strong enough to take what she needed. Paulo grunted and then they were moving again, Paulo slamming into her, Josh moaning and driving above him.

They were good together. All of them. So good. She could hear each sound they made and suddenly she understood what they meant by being able to smell her. She could clearly discern each scent, Paulo deep like the earth, Josh more like lightning in a summer storm.

Paulo moaned, cock pushing deep, spreading her, and she could feel every inch. He moved in and out and she felt her muscles relax around him, then tighten. She’d worried that he would be too big, but he was perfect.

“Perfect.
Querida
.” His lips were hard, hungry on hers, and when she looked up, there was Josh staring at her, eyes bright gold. He looked like her mate. Like their mate. Oh God, yes. She knew what they meant now.

“That’s right, baby girl. Our mate.” Josh grinned, the expression hungry, feral. It made her want to bite something.

So she did. She bit Paulo’s shoulder.

God, listen to that sound
. Paulo growled, ass slamming back into Josh, body crashing into hers. “Again!”

“Like this?” She felt like—like an animal. It felt free. Wonderful. She bit him again.

“Cheri.” Paulo went wild, fucking her with abandon, spreading her, each thrust in nudging her clit.

Electricity shot up her spine and her legs drew up, trying to wrap around him. She couldn’t quite get the grip she wanted but her heels could wedge between Paulo and Josh.

“Greedy girl.” Josh panted, teeth bared at her. “Wait ’til you have us both, ’til you… Oh fuck, Paulo. So tight.”

“Josh. She’s…so soft. Wet.”

Paulo’s neck was corded with tension and she had to bite there, at the base.

Josh’s mouth met hers, both of them digging into Paulo’s throat, leaving a mark.

There was this noise, like a howl, and Paulo shot deep inside her, his seed wet and hot against her inner walls. She could feel him swell, feel how his balls pulled up against their bodies. She’d never felt something so intimate.

Josh grunted, still moving, still pushing Paulo. “Touch her. I want to see her come around your cock, baby.”

“Oh God.” Paulo slipped a hand down between them, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing madly.

Her head left the pillows, her knees drawing up and out, spreading wide. “Please. Please, yes. Don’t stop.”

So close. She was so close.

“Not stopping,
querida. Te amo
.”

Oh. Oh Paulo loved her.

“Of course he does, baby girl. You’re ours.” Josh growled the words, eyes rolling back in his head.

Josh was so darn pretty when he came.

Cheri watched until she couldn’t, gritting her teeth against the pleasure. She sobbed out her pleasure, everything huge inside her, unbearably good. She felt as if she was flying, just like the boys had promised, as if everything else had just gone away.

They eased down onto her, covering her, keeping her solid, warm. Settled. They held her, made her feel like the center of their world. That was way better than feeling as if she’d been played for a fool.

“Not a fool,
querida
. Never. You have my word.”

“Never,” Josh agreed. “We’d never hurt you.”

Calloused hands stroked through her hair and she couldn’t tell who they belonged to. Weirdly enough, it didn’t seem to matter.

At all.

Chapter Six

Josh woke up feeling better than he had in weeks. And hell, there had been moments in the last few weeks where he’d felt like a king. He had Cheri pressed up against his chest and Paulo on the other side of her, one brown arm draped over her, Paulo’s hand on Josh’s hip.

It was an amazing way to greet the day. Especially the day of the full moon. Josh felt the pressure of that at the base of his spine.

Paulo’s eyes opened, dark chocolate brown and laughing. Happy. Warm.

“Hey, honey.” He smiled, feeling warm and settled in his bones.

“
Querido
.” Paulo chuckled, hand sliding down Cheri’s side. “She’s a snuggler.”

“She is, huh? That was almost a disaster.” Josh was glad she’d found them together though. It had been just the catalyst they needed.

“It worked out.” Paulo touched him next, fingers on his belly. “We taking her to your place?”

“I’m right here,” Cheri grumbled.

“So you are.” Josh kissed her, his fingers wrapping around Paulo’s hand to drag it lower.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Josh chuckled against her lips. Of course she would. She would go run with them, and she’d be beautiful.

“Laughing at me.” She popped his butt, almost laughing herself.

Wiggling, Josh just hooted, loving how she was coming into her own. Their pretty girl.

He and Paulo touched her belly, fingertips loving the slight swell of her body. Then they moved down, carding through her curls. They were in perfect agreement on the subject of Cheri, which amazed him still.

Wet and slick, she felt perfect to him, sweet as hell and he moaned when they found her clit and circled it. She spread for them, already panting. Someone was sensitive.

“You’re wanting. Sweet baby girl.” He moaned the words against her lips, smiling as Paulo pushed into the kiss.

They all luxuriated in each other, slow morning kisses getting toothy in a hurry. Josh couldn’t wait to bite her good and hard.

Paulo chuckled, tongue pushing into his lips as if the man had heard him. Maybe he had. They were getting their mate bond on. Miss Rita had told him when he was young that such things happened. Josh had never believed it.

Paulo’s fingers led his in a circle, teasing Cheri, playing with that sweet, swollen bundle of nerves. She shook for them but it wasn’t enough. Josh wanted more. He needed to bury himself inside their girl, feel her come all around him.

Josh growled a little, pushing Paulo’s hand to his cock. The feel of calloused fingers on his flesh made him want to howl.

Paulo offered him a soft rumble, but that touch circled his prick, thumb working the slit almost too hard. Cheri’s fingers were everywhere—soft and cool, nails teasing his belly, his hips.

The touches made him dance, made his skin tingle. He let it go on as long as he could before he pushed up, needing Cheri under him. He spread her legs, snuggling in as she wrapped around him, her legs around his hips.

“Josh.
Querido
…”

“I haven’t forgotten you, baby,” he told Paulo. They should take her together. They really should. Josh rolled, letting Cheri come to rest on top of him.

“No. No, you wouldn’t.” Paulo rested over Cheri, lips on her nape, which made her eyes huge.

“Tingles.”

Hell yeah.

“It’s going to do a whole lot more than that, baby girl.” He grinned wildly, the weight of them on his hips and thighs perfect.

“Need you,
amata
. You let us both in?”

Cheri’s eyes rolled, lips parted, and Josh could smell the rush of arousal and nerves. She sighed, the sound sexual as hell. “I will. I—you won’t hurt me.”

“Never.” Paulo kissed her again, teeth on her nape. “It will be full, aching, no pain.”

She chuckled a little. “You should know, I suppose.”

Paulo cackled, the laughter bouncing them all around until Josh thought he might scream. “I do know. Trust me.”

“I do. I trust you both, even if you don’t deserve it.”

“What?” Josh thought they were damn deserving of her trust. They’d courted her, just like the rules said to.

Her laughter rang out, soft and warm. “You could have told me y’all were together.”

“We thought it might scare you off.” Josh settled her more firmly against him so Paulo could get her ready.

“We wanted to give you time.” Paulo dug through the basket beside the bed, hoping for lotion, finding lube. “We wanted you so badly, though. Both of us.”

“Always.” Josh smiled for her. “There was a reason neither one of us took you.”

“So, what? You’re sharing me?”

Someone was altogether too coherent. That would never do. Josh bent and sucked up a mark on her skin.

Her gasp felt good and he swore he could hear Paulo’s voice telling him good job.

Josh laughed out loud for pure joy. Maybe he had heard it. They really were mates. He kissed where he’d sucked, licking the skin, knowing it had to be sensitive.

“Josh.” Her hips started moving, rocking between him and Paulo restlessly. “Paulo.”

“That’s it, baby. That’s it.” He held her hips, not keeping her still, but steady.

“I…I haven’t ever had two
…
Josh, please. Paulo…”

“You’re so hot,
querida
. Like flame.” Paulo was panting for her. He was moving too, working on opening Cheri up. Josh could feel it.

He reached down and found her clit, determined to make this perfect, make her come for them over and over.

She melted against him, her wetness easing the way. Cheri moaned, starting to bounce a little.

“Sweet lady, so good. We’ll fill you up, touch you deep.” Paulo was rumbling, the words hot as fuck as the man moaned.

Cheri’s body bucked against him like a prize bronc and he knew Paulo was working her good. He wanted in, wanted to feel her tight and wet around his cock.

“Come on, Paulo. Soon.” He just needed Paulo to be sure no one would hurt her.

Paulo nodded. “She’s made for us, for this. She’s perfect.”

“She is.” He growled. “Now, man.”

Cheri’s head bobbed and Josh could feel her clit throb, swollen against his fingertips. “Please. Please, boys. I need it…y’all.”

“That’s so cute.” He kissed her then, to distract them both.

She cried out into his lips and scooted up, her wet cunt slipping over his shaft.

Josh couldn’t wait anymore. Not one second longer. He lifted her a tiny bit, his cock parting her folds.

“Yes.” Cheri’s hips arched, and Josh’s eyes crossed as the tip of his prick pushed in. She was soft, wet, feminine. As perfectly his mate as Paulo’s male heat always was.

“
Si
…” Paulo held her still, and she cried out as she was filled from behind as well. Josh could feel him, that sweet cock making her tight around him. They were almost rubbing against each other, just a tiny barrier between them in her body. It was stunning, taking his breath.

Their girl keened softly, eyes heavy-lidded as they loved her. “So big. I can’t think.”

“No thinking, baby. Just feel.” Josh moved back and forth in a counterpoint to Paulo’s movements.

Her cunt was like a silk glove wrapped around him, holding him in deep. She was so incredibly tight but she was giving, wonderful. He moved faster, his hips starting to rock.

Paulo was muttering, moaning in Spanish, calling to both of them, needy, hungry words. It sounded almost like music, especially when Cheri answered back.

He growled happily, snapping at the air as he rolled his hips, buried himself balls deep.

Cheri’s body fluttered around him, tightened, and Josh heard Paulo cry out.

Maybe it was time to try out that whole talking in his head thing. Everyone said when you mated you could hear it. He closed his eyes, he was concentrating so hard.

We should bite her.

Querido
? Paulo’s mental voice was strained, dripping with need.

Yes. Bite her.

Paulo’s teeth flashed.
Both of us, querido. Together, and she’ll come.

Yes. God yes.
She needed to come on his cock.

Paulo groaned, mouth wrapping around Cheri’s shoulder. Cheri stiffened, tightened. “Paulo?”

“It’s okay, baby.” Josh bent to her neck, teeth scraping her skin.

“He’s… Oh God.” Her words trailed off as he bit down, teeth breaking the skin.

Paulo bit her at the same time—Josh could feel it. Not physically. He could feel the impact through their connection. Better than that, he could feel Cheri’s pleasure, her orgasm, pouring through him. He could feel her wolf surge up under her skin, as if their bites had set her free.

Josh grunted, his balls pulling up so hard he wanted to scream.

It was like the moon, like running, like that first wild hunt. She would get to know that tonight and the very thought pushed him over the edge.

He filled her, marked her inside as her blood marked his tongue. He swore he could feel Paulo’s heartbeat right through her body.

Her pleasure smelled like magic and he pulled at her, encouraging her to ride every second of her orgasm. Her breasts bounced, her hair wild around them, Paulo’s dark hands looking unbelievably hot against her pale skin.

One hand reached out, fingers sliding on him, the three of them touching.

He shivered, his cock pushing one more time into her sweet depths. Then he flopped back on the bed, wheezing.

The scent of them—of their sex, their need—made his wolf growl and pace, wanting out. He could feel Paulo too. He knew his male mate’s wolf well now, knew how fast he could run, how he hunted.

Josh wanted to know Cheri’s wolf too. Right now.

Paulo pulled back, mouth nuzzling Cheri’s nape, and Cheri shuddered, almost growled.

Look at that, baby. She’s beginning to change.

Her eyes were bright, glowing, shining at him. “I need to… I… Josh, I don’t feel good.”

“You’re all right, baby girl. I promise.” He reached up, stroking her hair off her face.

“Yeah?” She whined softly and Paulo started licking her shoulders, nuzzling her, making low sounds meant to ease. He was such a caregiver. Paulo would probably be shocked to hear that, but he was. It was fucking endearing.

Cheri shook, offering him a groaning growl. “I need to get up.”

“What are you going to do, baby girl?”

“I don’t know. I have to… I should go. I need to go home.”

She was in her house though.

“We need to get to the ranch, honey.” They could run at his place.

Paulo nodded. “Somewhere private. Somewhere with steak.”

“Room to move. Find some clothes, huh?”

“I… I don’t know.” She slipped from between them, arms wrapped around her, obviously thinking too hard.

“Yes you do.” He moved in on her, reaching out to her.

“I…” She shuddered when he touched her, then pushed back against him.

“See? Just need to let us take care of you.”

“
Si. Si, querida
.” Paulo hummed, nuzzling Cheri’s nape, and she gasped.

“Don’t. Don’t, that’s… That’s a hot spot.”

“Good,” Paulo murmured, licking at her skin, the sound amazing.

“Clothes, baby. Before you change.”

“Change?”

“
Si. Cambiar al lobo
.”

She stiffened. “What? What does that mean?”

Listen to your instincts, baby.
She just needed to let the wolf tell her what to do. It really was that easy.

Her eyes went wide and he could smell her sudden fear—not of him, but of her, of her needs, her instincts, her change. Paulo rumbled softly, fingers petting her belly.

“Shh.” Josh petted her too, knowing touch was a fine thing at this time of the month. “It’s okay, baby. Let her come.”

If they had to, they’d put her in the truck in wolf form. Hell, if they had to, they’d all run back to the ranch, even though he’d rather wait ’til the sun set.

This was Lobo Basin, after all. It wasn’t as if anyone would be surprised to see wolves.

Paulo nipped Cheri’s nape, shook her lightly, and Josh grinned as her eyes flashed. Someone was going to be strong, spicy.

Delicious.

Her fingers curled into paws, nails sliding on his skin.

“Come on, honey. We’ll go to my ranch. Run under the moon.”

“Rrrrrrun.” Fuck, her growl made him ache. Her eyes flashed gold, and he picked her up, wrapping a blanket around her. They would go as-is.

“Now,
querida
.” Paulo tugged on jeans, then took over moving their lady as Josh grabbed his pants and something for her to wear tomorrow. They wouldn’t need much.

Josh grinned. He fully intended to be naked all day.