ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (239 page)

Throughout this time I haven't been able to take my eyes from the erection in front of my face, I’m mesmerized by it as it sways from side to side, it’s one eye almost hypnotizing me. I have an uncontrollable urge to feel it in my mouth, wrap my lips around the throbbing flesh and to taste it. Once Leon buries his cock inside me, that urge becomes a desperate need. Leon has pushed me so close to the swaying cock, that it I feel heat emanating from it and I flick out my tongue to lick the very end. A small amount of salty fluid escapes and hits my tongue, causing my body to shiver with lust. I can't believe I’m behaving so lewdly, but lust is controlling my mind now, and I’d do anything to satisfy my cravings. Feeling the need to have these lips stretched like the ones between my legs, I open my mouth as wide a possible, ready to try and fit the monster into my mouth, but unbelievably, Leon beats me to it. I watch in amazement as he swoops his head down and engulfs the end of his friend’s cock into his mouth.

I’m stunned, but his actions serve to increase my arousal levels as I see his lips slip down the length of Nelson’s shaft, until his nose is buried in his pubic hair. It seems that it isn't only women that Leon knows how to treat well. I watch on, transfixed, as his head takes up the same rhythm as his thrusting with me. Nelson responds by pushing his hips back and forth, fucking his friends’ mouth. The heightened eroticism of our strange tryst is driving me into a frenzied state as I buck up and down under Leon. Nelson reaches down and cruelly twists on one of my nipples, the pain burns the end of my breasts but it’s exquisite. I don't care that it hurt, it’s just another sensation that drives me closer to my climax.

Together they’re pushing me closer to the brink. I can feel the intense pleasure building rapidly and I know it won’t be long before I’m driven to the point of no return. Suddenly, Leon gives out a muffled moan, his lips still wrapped around his friend’s cock as he picks up speed of his fucking, banging into me with such force that I feel he’s pounding me into the ground. His erection stretches even thicker as he shoots his seed into me. Feeling his warm cum flooding my insides releases my own orgasm, it thunders through me and I writhe and shudder beneath him. That is a cue for Nelson as he grunts out his own passion, grabbing his friend’s curly head and holding it in place as he climax’s into Leon’s mouth. I can see his throat working like crazy as he tries to swallow his friend’s seed, but some dribbles from between his lips and drips onto my face, hot and scalding.

All three of us lay there together, each one satisfied and content from our carnal coupling and we fall a sleep under the stars.

Chapter 5     Suffocating Winds

The boys and I have become mighty good friends on this trip, and it’s just as well. A few nights later we’re caught out in one of the worst sand storms I’ve ever seen, and I’ve lived through a few.

Nothing that night prepared us for the calamity that was about to hit us. We’d gone to bed after a long day on the trail. I was woken up with a sharp stinging to the skin of my face. We’d fallen asleep around the camp fire, which was where we all preferred, rather than in the wagon. The wagon is only good if there’s rain, but that isn’t often. The burning fire keeps away most predators, including snakes. When I feel a burning sting on my bare cheeks, I wake up in a sweat, dreaming I’m being burned alive. It isn't the fire that’s burning me, it’s a sandstorm. There’s no use hiding in the wagon, it isn’t safe as it can up and move in the wind. Caught out in the open we all try to dig down into the hard grit. It seems like ages of being whipped by the sand on skin that isn’t covered, but we finally manage to press our bodies together in the dip we dug. While we lay there on our bellies, the boys keep scooping out the dirt to try and make it deeper. I’m wedged between their -large bodies, so I don’t suffer much, once we’re in the hole. The scariest part is when the wagon breaks up and large parts of it blow all over the place. There’s nothing we can do but pray that none lands on top of us.

That was one mighty dust storm. I’ve lived through a few and they’re not a pleasant experience. We worried about the horses, but could do nothing to help them once we were in the middle of it all. Before I jumped into the hole, I’d heard their hooves rearing and thudding onto the ground, then neighing loudly, in fear. Trouble was, they were tied up so they wouldn’t wander as they grazed. We could only hope that the horses survived.

Thankfully, the storm passed us as quickly as it had come, and we still had two of the three horses left, the other had been speared by a piece of the demolished wagon. The wagon was no more and what stores we had were littered from here to the ends of the world, so it seemed. The darkness meant we couldn’t see much, just enough to assess the damage to our camp. Leon was calming the horses and Nelson and I were attempting to gather the stores.

“We don’t have much further to be riding, May, so don’t you be a worrying,” Nelson says to me, reassuringly.

“For a minute there, I thought our days were ended,” I admit my fears.

Those storms are a bastard to get over. They’re so violent that they can strip the skin off a person in minutes if you’re caught out in the open. The secret is to cover your body up and curl up in a ball, if you can’t dig a hole fast enough.

As daylight descends upon us, we can see one of the surviving horses isn’t too good. His flank and leg are rubbed raw. He needs a cover from the heat of the sun.

We eat a light breakfast before setting off, with the boys reassuring me that we’re nearly at the end of our journey.

I sit on one of horses with Leon. He’s always one to cheer me up when I’m feeling down, always cracking jokes and telling funny stories and today was no different. Despite our close call with death, he still seems to be the same chipper person.

I’ve been a bit of loner all my life and I don’t really need company, but these two guys are great to be with. Who’d have thought you could enjoy the company of a kidnapper? Mine were the best kidnappers a girl could wish for. The sex is awesome and the cooking isn’t bad either, but boy, do they know how to make a girl laugh. Nelson sings on an evening and Leon blows into his harmonica. I’m learning to love these two masculine hunks. Now, if I could just get out of them where they’re taking me, then I can prepare myself for whatever lays ahead.

I’m surprised Nancy didn’t just pay them to shoot me and leave me in the middle of the desert. Who would have ever known? But, if anything, they’re quite protective of me. In the sandstorm they both made sure I was protected from the lethal sand. And now, when we hardly have any food, they make sure I eat first, before them. If I didn't know any better I’d say these two cold bloodied killers are a little soft on me.

They just will not tell me where I’m going or what I’m facing. Nor will they tell me who’s paid them to drag me across a desert for what seems like endless days and nights.

Tomorrow’s our last day and we’ll be arriving at our destination. I try all night to coax it out of them, but they steadfastly refuse. We all bed down for our last night and I lay there seemingly for hours, staring at the starlit sky and musing over what tomorrow has to offer.

Chapter 6     Everything is Big

“Where is this place?” I ask my riding companions as I look on in amazement as our destination lay before us.

The roads don’t appear to be made from mud and sand, they’re sort of smoother. Buildings are higher than any I’ve seen before, some of them seem as high as a mountain. There are so many people milling about the place and all seemingly have a purpose. I don’t think I’ve seen so many people in one place, ever. I see people like me, and people with lighter skin and women of gentry, as well as what looks like poor people, by their dress. Wagons galore, too many of them it’s a wonder they don’t run the people over.

“I never even knew this place existed, where are we?” I ask again as my two friends just smile at me, all knowing.

“You’re gonna find out everythin’ soon enough,” Leon said to me, but his eyes were smiling.

“At least tell me where I am, please, this place is amazing, everything is so big and look at all these people, where did they all come from?” I ask, totally mystified at what I’m looking at. “Look at that man’s hat, it looks like a barrel on his head,” I shout a bit too loudly.

“It’s called a top hat,” Nelson smirks at me.

‘Well, pardon me for not knowing that, but I didn’t even know there were places like this,” I retort, a little miffed at his cleverness.

We seem to arrive at our destination which is a big building of many floors high. The front has large double doors and I can hear laughing and music coming from the inside. Even I know this is a saloon, but it’s unlike any saloon I’ve ever seen before.

We step into it, and even from viewing the outside, it doesn't prepare me for how it looks on the inside. It’s full of people, some dancing, others sat at table’s drinking. Over in one corner there’s a groups playing cards. At the far end is a small stage and on it are a group of dancers in flimsy outfits that leave very little to the imagination. A number of men sit close to the stage and every time a girl bends forward, one of them places dollar bills in her cleavage. What’s that for?

Nelson leads the way, he certainly seems to know where we’re going. We go down a hallway where the furnishings are all red and black, giving the place a plush luxurious look, whoever owns this salon must be rich.

I follow Leon and Nelson through a door, and I’m so surprised at who's is seated right before my very eyes, that I cry out in shock.

“Daddy, is it you who’s dragged me across the desert with these wild desperadoes?” I ask him, my mind all a whirl with confusion.

He doesn’t reply, instead he just stands and comes around the desk to hug me.

“I had to get you away from that crazy woman, May. I love all my children and that includes you. I do believe she would have killed you had you stayed,” he explains to me.

“Couldn’t you just have told me this?” I ask, so pleased at how things had worked out, but a little annoyed that he hadn't told me. I look at Leon and Nelson and my face shows the displeasure I feel with them for keeping this a secret.

“You know you wouldn’t have agreed to come to this big city,” he says, and he’s right. “I’ve had this place for years, have another two on the other side of town as well. I need someone to run it for me and you are that someone. This is your future, May. It don’t matter what color your skin is in this city, we’re all just people making a living. What do you say?”

“What is this place called? These boys, they don’t tell me nothin’,” I demand to know.

“This, my beautiful daughter, is San Francisco, and you’re gonna love it here, everything comes in large sizes, including your happiness.”

I can see from the huge smile on his face that he loves this place and wants me to love it too. I hope I do, I really do, but everything is so strange.

Chapter 7     A Private Apartment

“Where do they fit in to all this?” I ask as I point to my two traveling lovers, Leon and Nelson.

“They are my muscle and believe me, this place needs them,” he tells me.

“Does that mean they stay here too?” I ask, secretly pleased that I will know someone.

“They sure do, they’re all yours, Leon works the saloon and Nelson overseas the security at all my establishments, but he’s be based here.”

This is a lot to take in. I’ve been brought up on a ranch. A place where you might not see another person, other than family and workers, for days.

I look at Leon and Nelson once again, hoping they’ll offer to take me back home. Leon smiles at me and Nelson just shrugs, I can see these two are going to be no help at all.

“If these two can be by my side, until I understand everything and settle in, then maybe it'll work out,” I tell my papa. “I love you and I’ll always be doin’ what you be tellin’ me is best for me, but this just ain’t my home.”

“Well, it is now, so you’re gonna have to get used to it, May. This is gonna be a good life. You’ll be safe here and  people will respect you. More importantly, your away from from my crazy wife, it really is time I left her but I feel responsible for her welfare.”

“Yeah, she made me ill with her cooking,” I complain.

“Nope, that was me, sorry. I told her she had to invite you to dinner and I got the cook to put somethin’ in your dinner so you’d be ill. I couldn’t have you going out grazing.”  

It all made sense now, I could piece the whole event together. My daddy was just doing his best for me. If he’d asked me to live in a big city, I wouldn’t have come. Sending two hunky guys to escort me here had worked out mighty fine.

“I think we all need to clean up now, daddy, so where is my room?” I ask, tiredness catching up with me.

“We’ll show you to your rooms, Miss May,” Nelson says as he stands up and opens the door for me.

I hug my daddy and then follow my boys. When they said rooms, they meant I had more than one room. This place that is to be my home is beautiful. We went to the topmost part of the building, the top floor, and when I look out of the window I get a little dizzy, I haven't been this high in my whole life.

“We thought you’d like this room for your own bedroom, it has a secret stairway that leads outside,”  Leon informs me.

I step inside and see that it’s huge. The decor is the same as downstairs, all deep reds and black lines. The bed can fit a few people in it, and best of all, a steaming tub awaits me.

“Come on boys, time for us to clean up?” I say.