Her Alpha Mates_A Shifter Menage Romance Page 2

  “A claim you will never, ever forget,” Deo contributed, his voice soft, the words spoken a fraction of an inch from my lips.

  I knew that no matter what sounds I heard for the rest of my life, be it a hundred strings of a world-renowned orchestra playing a beautiful symphony or the soft whisper of a snowflake falling to the ground, I’d never find one that affected me as much as the sound of belts being unbuckled and leather being pulled in tandem from the loops of their pants. Mesmerized, I watched as Deo doubled the length of leather. I couldn’t help but feel every cell in my body come alive, couldn’t stop the seep of more cream from my core, couldn’t contain the soft moan as it escaped my throat to float in the air. Deo gave me a smile before his gaze moved to meet what I was sure were the eyes of our chosen co-mate. With a nod, his arm lifted and my eyes closed as the leather began its descent.

  These weren’t strokes… they were licks of pure fire, one right after the other in a steady cadence that had me arching, wiggling, yanking against the ropes from the first kiss of their belts to the last. I had no idea how many times the fire disguised as leather landed against my flesh. I simply accepted each one, my soul dancing on that exquisite edge between pain and pleasure, not aware that they’d stopped or that my restraints had been released until I was lifted and turned, cradled in the arms of Draco.

  The hand that had been hard against my ass was now soft against my cheek as he cupped my face. “That was beautiful, little one. The pain is over… only pleasure remains.”

  Before I could speak, I found myself being transferred to the waiting arms of Deo who’d moved to sit against the headboard. It took me a moment to comprehend that the body I instantly snuggled into was no longer covered. Evidently Deo had shed his clothing, and pulled the covers down to expose the white sheets while Draco had held me. Where the wedge had gone, I had no idea… nor did I care. I laid my head against Deo’s chest, though the sound of his heartbeat was unable to calm me as it normally did. The reason was that I was perfectly positioned to watch Draco begin to remove his clothes. Deo didn’t speak, but communicated by touch, his hand stroking down my side, his lips pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

  I watched as Draco unbuttoned his shirt, knowing he would be as fit as Deo, would have well-defined muscles in his abdomen and most likely, a line of hair leading from his navel to beneath the trousers that were now unbuttoned and unzipped, but still being worn… still hiding the cock I’d seen swelling earlier. The cock that had my blood racing, my heart pounding, each beat of the muscle echoed in my ass as I remembered exactly where my mate had said he’d be burying that cock. But… all thoughts of what was to come disappeared the moment Draco pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the floor.

  “Oh, my God,” I said, sitting up, ignoring the instant ache as my butt took my full weight. Deo’s arm fell away, allowing me to move from his lap, his hand steadying me as I knelt on the bed, reaching out toward Draco. “It—it’s beautiful,” I said. “I never imagined…” It took effort to drag my eyes from the expanse of his chest where every inch was covered in black ink. Intricate swirls, lines, and angles. My fingers itched to trace each one, to learn every dip and curve forming the magnificent fire-breathing dragon that seemed far less a tattoo and more of an actual part of his body… as if it had always been there.

  “May I… touch it?”

  “Of course,” he said, allaying my fear that he’d deny me. Stepping forward, he reached for my hand. “Just as there is no part of you that is forbidden to me, my body belongs to you as well.” He moved to place my hand on the center of his chest, right beneath the breast of the creature. I could swear I felt the heat of the dragon beneath my fingertip as I began to run it along a scale so perfectly rendered that I imagined I could feel the rough texture though his skin was smooth.

  His hand lightly covered mine, effortlessly guiding it down the dragon’s body. I was so entranced that it was only when I felt a barrier blocking my way that I remembered where I was. I dipped my fingertip a bit further into the waistband of the black briefs he wore and couldn’t help but smile and give a soft giggle.

  “What’s so amusing?” he asked, not sounding the least bit offended.

  Looking up, my smile widened. “I was just thinking that as fantastic as your dragon is, there is so much more yet to discover about my dragon.”

  His smile told me of his understanding and his pleasure as he lifted my hand to press a kiss to my fingertips. When he released me, I felt Deo’s hands on my waist, guiding me back to his lap; this time not to snuggle into his chest, but to straddle him, a knee on each side of his waist. His hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs strumming across my nipples.

  “Hmmm,” I moaned, the sensation so delicious, so incredible. I felt Deo’s cock pressing against my body, the need for it to be inside me making me moan again as I reached behind to encircle the thick shaft with my hand. I felt the bed dip and turned to see that Draco had joined us. To be honest, I’d wondered if I’d feel strange, if it would be awkward when the three of us were in bed together. Both of my mates were strong, alpha males, both not only wanting, but needing to be in control. Yet, when Draco reached out to stroke his finger down my cheek before moving his hand to the back of my head, holding me in place as he leaned in to kiss me, I knew we would be just fine.

  The kiss wasn’t soft, wasn’t gentle. His tongue probed along the seam of my lips, demanding I open for him. When I did, he slid his tongue inside to explore my mouth, his hand drawing me closer, the kiss deepening. As his tongue swirled and played with mine, Deo’s fingers plucked, twisted, and pulled on my nipples until, between the two of them, I was squirming and breathless, my empty pussy begging to be filled. Draco released me but only pulled away an inch. “Are you ready?” he asked, kissing me quickly before I could answer. “Are you wet for us, Cassie?”

  “Oh, yes,” I sighed, never having given a truer answer to both questions.

  “Lift up and put Deo’s cock inside you.” He helped me to rise up onto my knees, steadying me as I moved back until Deo’s cock was no longer behind me, but stood erect beneath me.

  “That’s it,” Deo said, his hands moving from my breasts to my hips. I moved to obey, when Deo suddenly stopped me. “No, first open your pussy, get your fingers slick, and show us how much you want this. We want to see how wet you are.”

  It wasn’t like I’d never touched myself, but… I’d never done so with anyone watching, much less two someones. My hesitation was enough to have Deo slide one hand from my hip, around to grab a nice bit of my bottom and give it a squeeze.

  I squealed but moved my hand between my legs. Slicking my fingers wouldn’t take long as I was dripping. I used two fingers to part my labia, moaning as they slid along my sex and touched my clitoris. A shudder ran through me as the brief contact only caused my need to grow. Pulling my hand free, I showed my mates my glistening fingers.

  “Good girl,” Deo praised. “Take me inside that hot, wet cunt and ride me.” His words were stark, dirty, and yet immediately evoked a need to obey, a desire to feel him stretching me open. He lifted me higher and this time when I reached for his cock, he didn’t stop me. I was so wet the head of his cock slid inside me with ease, his girth filling me as I gave a groan of appreciation.

  “Instead of biting that lip, I want you to wrap it around Draco’s cock.”

  Eyes that I’d closed in bliss snapped open to find Deo’s. “Wha… what?”

  “You heard me. While I fill your cunt, I want to see you suck Draco’s cock. I want you to get it nice and wet because, baby, it will soon be filling your ass.”

  Okay, call me naughty, but the very image he ordered had my mouth watering and my bottom clenching. Draco’s hand returned to the back of my head, guiding me toward the cock that I just now truly saw for the first time. Oh, God, was every single Greek man built like a bull or was I just one very lucky lady? His free hand was wrapped around the base, stroking slowly. I licked my lips at the sight of a drop of pre-
cum seeping from the slit. As Deo continued to fill me, Draco began to feed me his cock. Inch by inch, I took both into my body for the first time. I savored the salty tang of Draco when the tip of my tongue swirled over the head of his cock, lapping at the pearly essence. His groan of appreciation fueled my own desire, the spring in my stomach coiling tighter with every slow thrust of Deo’s cock into my pussy. And when Deo’s finger slipped between our bodies to circle my clit, and Draco’s free hand moved to slide into the cleft of my ass, nothing existed but the three of us and the orgasm that had been building ever since we’d spoken our vows, growing as these two men had marked my ass with their hands and belts, had hovered just out of reach as I’d sat cradled on Deo’s lap watching as Draco undressed. And the moment that Draco’s finger pressed into my anus, his other hand keeping my mouth on his cock as his finger began to move in and out of my ass in sync with our co-mate’s cock in my pussy, I had no choice but to fall from the precipice, my scream of bliss smothered by the cock in my mouth.

  “That’s our girl,” Deo said as my convulsing slowed, but that spring immediately began to coil again as Deo continued to lift me up and down his shaft. Draco slowly pulled from my mouth as his finger popped from my ass, and I mewled in disappointment.

  Deo chuckled. “Our girl is indeed a greedy one.”

  “That makes us two very lucky men,” Draco said, bending to kiss me before he moved behind me. With his hand against my back, he gently pushed me forward, the change in position allowing him access to his target. This time, not one but two fingers pressed into my ass, beginning to scissor in order to coax my muscles to relax, to prepare me to surrender. Deo’s fingers curled into my hair, and again I was being pulled forward. This time in order to press my mouth to Deo’s, the kiss every bit as demanding as Draco’s had been earlier. I heard the tell-tale click of what I knew was the flip top of the bottle of lube and felt the cool gel dripping into the crack of my ass and being swirled around my opening, oily fingers pressing deeply inside. When the touch disappeared, I could picture his fingers spreading the gel over his cock, making sure that he had done all he could to prepare me for his claiming. Deo pulled me closer so that my breasts pressed against the hard plane of his chest, his hands moving to pull the cheeks of my ass apart, making it quite easy for our co-mate to position himself at my back entrance.

  “Just relax,” Deo said softly.

  I nodded; I’d had plugs pressed into my bottom before for punishment. I’d even had Deo’s cock buried balls deep in my back passage so I thought I was prepared for the slight pain and burn that I knew would come when Draco began to press inside. I was wrong. I hadn’t considered that while one mate steadily pressed forward into my tight channel, I was already filled with a large cock in my pussy… only a thin barrier between it and the cock sliding into my ass.

  “Oh, my God,” I moaned, my fingers curling into the sheets on either side of Deo’s shoulders. “I-I can’t—”

  “You can,” Deo assured me, his hands free now to stroke along my back. “You’re doing beautifully, baby. Just breathe.”

  As I took a deep breath, I realized that Draco had stopped moving. How hard must it be for him to do so? Deo continued to move, but each stroke was slow, measured. How much control must it take for these men to hold off their climaxes when their cocks had been hard for close to an hour?

  I took another breath and forced myself to relax my muscles, to accept the burn, to allow the slight pain to feed my arousal. “Please, fill me, Draco. Claim me.” A gentle caress of my hip came before Draco began to press forward again. It hurt and yet it was a pain I welcomed as it meant I was being possessed by both my men at the same time. After a few moments, I felt Draco’s groin press against my ass and knew he was buried fully inside me. I’d truly not believed he’d be able to do so, but he had. I’d never felt so full, so complete. Arching my head, I reveled in the primal perfection of being claimed.

  “Fuck me,” I demanded, every cell in my body wanting more. “Hard… fast… now… please.”

  Both men chuckled, but it was Deo who spoke first. “Well, what do you say, Draco?”

  “Though she was a bit bossy, she did ask politely,” Draco said with another chuckle. “I say we give our mate what she wants.”

  “I agree,” Deo said and they did. They began to move, their cocks alternating to withdraw and press forward, never leaving me empty as their hips pistoned to slap against my body. I learned that these men had more control than I could fathom as they insisted I come first. It didn’t take long before I arched, screaming as my body paused for that infinite moment before I shattered apart.

  “Oh, shit,” Draco groaned. “She was already tight, but now it’s like her ass is a vise! I’m going to come.”

  He leaned over my back and I felt his lips open against the nape of my neck on the right and felt Deo’s mouth press in the same spot on the left. Just as they’d recited their vows in unison, they both erupted, shooting cum deep inside me as they bit my neck. I screamed their names, the incredible sensations pulling another orgasm from me. I’d heard of la petite mort, the little death, but had never truly believed it possible. As blackness flickered, I learned that I’d been wrong about that as well.

  Chapter Two

  Cassandra

  Our honeymoon was over. It was time to crawl out from under the satin sheets and get back to work. Back to reality—though, however ‘real’ it was to be mated with two wolves, I wasn’t sure. After the heady weeks of lovemaking, relaxing, laughing, I was ready to sit in my high-back chair and feel my solid wood desk beneath my hands. A woman like me could only go so long without working before I’d start driving myself crazy—or get into trouble with my mates.

  Saying an overly cheerful ‘hello’ to my favorite barista, I grabbed my caramel macchiato marked ‘Cass’ and strutted back to the building in my Christian Louboutins, red soles flashing as I went. I had driven myself to work, hugging the curves of the road, music blaring. Parking the car, I’d felt a craving for coffee and the familiar surroundings of my Starbucks. It had felt good to be alone for a few minutes, just me and my radio during the drive, then for the brisk walk from the parking garage to the corner coffee shop. Though, I knew by five o’clock I’d be burning to return to my men. My panties were already growing damp at the thought of our heady reunion.

  Whistling as I walked, I easily fell into my morning routine—pre-demon, butt-kicking princess life routine—as one of New Jersey’s youngest and most successful lawyers. In the courtroom, I was a powerhouse, making older, supposedly smarter men look like kindergarteners playing at a take your son to work day. I loved my office, loved my colleagues, and respected the partners.

  Heels clicking on the sidewalks of the city, my three-story brick building in sight, a smile crossed my face. And yet… as I drew closer, a hollow feeling tugged at the pit of my stomach. My hand fluttered to the center of my chest, searching for the missing weight of my bandolier. I missed my daggers.

  Out of the courtroom, on the battlefield, I’d proven to be a worthy ally. After learning that a dark curse had been placed on the Ambrosia family, I had trained to throw daggers, and I had become quite good. Fighting alongside the other Ambrosias—though I couldn’t do anything as cool as the guys like shifting into a wolf—I had felt just as in my element as I did during a trial. Fighting evil in the courtroom wasn’t that much different than in the field—I was just using my words to defeat corruption instead of shimmering enchanted blades.

  Taking a sip of my sweet, creamy drink—the one Draco said had no business even being called coffee—I stopped at the entry of the building, taking a deep breath and settling my mind. Ready for a full day of playing catch-up, I envisioned stacks of papers waiting for me on my desk. Endless paperwork—my punishment for taking so much time off. But I wouldn’t trade a second of my adventure, being whisked away to a castle, charged with slaying demons. Meeting Draco. Deo, Draco, and I making our trinity vow. And the honeymoon—thank the Gods
for that. Thousands of tiny little bumps popped up all over my flesh though not a one was caused by a chill. No, the goosebumps appeared even as heat coursed through my body at the incredible memories the three of us had made together.

  Pulling the handle of the heavy door, a grin spread across my face, then fell. The clicking of my heels was the only sound in the lobby. Where were the harried interns, run-walking to and fro? Where were the hipsters from the advertising offices on the second floor who usually were sprawled on the leather lobby couches trying to tap into their ‘creative flow’? The young guy in the red baseball cap delivering breakfast sandwiches from the deli? The place was deserted.

  Walking past the security guard posted by the stairs, I did a double take. The young, fit bodybuilder had been replaced with an older man. One who had dark features and a stern smile. I gave a tight-lipped grin, hurrying past him. Shaking my head at the eerie emptiness of the place, I scurried to the elevators, eager to get to my office and see my co-workers.

  Stepping off the elevator onto the third floor, my jaw dropped. On the glass doors of our office, the names of the partners ‘Parker, Anderson, and Roe’ had been removed. Instead, I found the words, ‘Ambrosia, Ambrosia, and Ambrosia’ painted in a fresh, frosty white.

  “He didn’t,” I muttered, a growing suspicion heating my blood. Yanking open the glass door, I made my way into the suite of offices, only to stop dead in my tracks. Where my sweet secretary who also served as the firm’s receptionist should have been, sat Dolly Ambrosia.

  A second mother to Deo, Dolly was a sweet southern belle. I had only gotten to know her a bit during our stay at the castle. Though wearing clothing more suitable for a doll attending some garden tea party rather than being dressed in an ensemble appropriate for a law firm’s first line of defense, I knew her appearance was misleading. Yes, true to her name, she looked like a doll, but she had proven fierce in battle.