“That’s nuts, though. What did they expect to accomplish?”
Clint shrugged and kept silent. He finished flipping the thick ham steaks and threw them on some plates along with a salad and some pan-fried rice.
Josie dug in, hungrier than expected, but she still had questions. “Do you have female werewolves, too?”
“Yes, but they are much rarer. The shifter gene transfers better in males, which is why many of our females have more than one mate.” However, while it was quite common for female shifters to take on multiple mates, it was a lot rarer for a human to attract the attention of more than one male. Clint assumed it had to do with the fragile nature of most humans.
“Two?”
Brandon chuckled. “Or more. Don’t tell me you’ve never fantasized about it?”
Josie blushed and dropped her head. She tried changing the subject. “I guess you and Brandon haven’t found your mates yet?”
“Oh, we have,” said Clint huskily.
Irrational jealousy made her meet his eyes. “And she’s okay with you kissing other women and bringing them into your home?” Josie couldn’t believe she blurted that out loud.
“You tell me,” he retorted.
Josie looked at him blankly, not understanding, but when she did, she ducked her head again. She kept quiet after that, finishing her meal as she mulled over what she’d learned, even more confused than before. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he implied I am his mate. But that’s impossible, because I’m not a werewolf.
She helped Clint stack the dishes in the washer while Brandon started a fire in the hearth. There was one couch facing the dancing flames, and when Clint and Brandon took a seat at either end, she debated sitting in the middle, but her nervousness returned, and she instead knelt on the rug with her back to them.
Their synchronized chuckle sent shivers down her spine, and moisture formed in her cleft. Even though she’d found herself alone with them since their departure of her place, she now noticed just how alone they were. Me, my absent cat, and two big, bad wolves. It was a recipe for pleasure, if she could find the courage to take what they offered.
“Baby,” whispered Clint’s voice right beside her ear. She jumped, for she hadn’t heard him move. “Why are you fighting it? We can smell your desire.”
Josie wrinkled her nose as she blushed. “That’s kind of gross.”
Brandon ’s soft laughter fluttered her hair around her other ear. Someone should put bells on them so I can hear them coming.
“Little mouse, the things we want to do with you are far from gross, but they might be sticky, hot, and, I promise you, pleasurable.”
“I don’t understand what you want from me,” she blurted, unable to look them in the face and even more unable to stop the heat from spreading throughout her body.
“We want you,” answered Clint.
“By we, I assume you want to share me? Swap me back and forth like some trading card?”
“Well, we could take turns, I guess,” said Brandon, nuzzling her lobe. “But wouldn’t it be more fun if we both took care of you at once?”
Unbidden, an image of both men, touching her, pleasing her at the same time arose in her mind. Her breath caught, and she could not stop the blush that burned her skin nor the moisture that slicked her cleft.
Clint trailed kisses along her jaw. “Haven’t you figured it out yet? Human or not, you’re our mate, and we want you.”
“What does that mean?” she asked, her voice high-pitched as she fought the pleasurable sensations.
“We want to mark you, claim you as ours.”
“You mean bite?” she squeaked.
“Just a little nibble. We’d be in human form,” Clint said to reassure her. “There’d be no danger to your humanity.”
“But won’t it hurt?” Josie couldn’t believe they were even having the conversation. Welcome to the twilight zone where hunky men are werewolves who want to bite you and claim you as mate.
Brandon purred in her ear. “By the time we bite you, you’ll be riding our cocks caught in the throes of the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced.”
Josie’s breath caught in her throat as he vocalized her fantasy of a moment ago. Did he read my mind? “But…” The protest in her mouth died. Actually, it was captured by Clint’s mouth. While he caressed her parted lips, Brandon stroked the sensitive flesh behind her ear with his tongue. As sensual assaults went, she surrendered with their first attack.
She didn’t protest when they lay her down on the carpet. On either side, their male bodies pressed against her, the hardness of their desire poking into her sides. Josie kept her hands to herself, overwhelmed and unsure what she should do.
Her body knew what it wanted, though, and it arched of its own volition. A pair of hands, each large but different in texture, found their way up her shirt and squeezed her breasts. Josie gasped as they popped her globes free from her restricting bra and stroked calloused thumbs over the tips, which burgeoned into erect points.
A thick thigh inserted itself between her legs, and she wantonly rubbed her covered sex against it, the friction of the cloth separating still serving to heighten her arousal. The fabric of her shirt was pushed up, and a hot mouth latched onto her nipple. The sucking sensation, intense and jolting her aching cleft, made her cry out.
She wanted to open her eyes to watch, but the decadence of having two men pleasuring her kept them closed. A hand slid down to the front of her slacks, the material stretching just enough to accommodate the exploring hand. The brush of fingers across the damp material of her panties made her shudder.
“Oh, please,” she breathed, the pleading words rising unbidden. They answered her wanton plea. Her damp, cotton panties were pushed aside to allow access to a finger. Slowly, the calloused tip rubbed over her sensitized clit, drawing mewling cries from her.
The mouth devouring her breast kept up its sensual work, flicking and nipping at her engorged bud in time to the hand down her pants that stroked her wet folds. When the damp digits pushed into her, she let out a moan as her pelvic muscles clenched tight, her orgasm just a thrust or two away.
A clearing throat with a muttered “sorry to bother,” found her abruptly hand- and mouth-free. Josie opened her bleary, passion-glazed eyes to see both Clint and Brandon kneeling on one side of her, hiding her partially nude body from view.
Caught in a compromising situation, with not one but two men, Josie scrambled, mortified, to a seated position and righted her clothes. She didn’t pay attention to the low-timbered conversation until the end when she heard the words “we’ll have to get a cleaner in to clean up the blood and fix the window at her place.”
Are they talking about my apartment? “What happened?” she interjected.
Brandon didn’t answer her question as he turned to give her a hand to help her stand.
“Take care of Josie while I go check this out,” ordered Clint. His bright eyes gazed on her with longing, and he turned to walk away, only to whirl right back. He grabbed Josie around the waist and gave her a hard kiss. “Don’t worry, baby. You’re safe here.”
With those words, he did leave with Ralph, whom she recognized from work. Brandon slid an arm around her waist and guided her out of the living room-and away from her embarrassment. What was I thinking? Making love to two men at once and out in the open. Oh, my God, I can just imagine the rumors and snickers I’ll have to endure at work.
Once again, Brandon read her thoughts. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Says you,” she muttered darkly. “It’s different for men.”
“It’s different in packs,” he corrected. “Like we said before, it’s not uncommon for one woman to attract the attention of two or more men.”