Chasing the White Wolf [Skinwalkers 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 18

  She did, yet unlike when they’d had sex and the men had taken control, she didn’t like being ordered around. Nick slid onto the couch next to her while Tony sat on the large coffee table and Eric stayed standing.

  “Tell me, Nick.”

  “Shifters and skinwalkers don’t do things like they do in the human world. We have a council that everyone is a part of. It’s the closest thing to a true democracy that can exist.”

  “So you’re telling me that in the couple of hours I’ve been back, this council met and decided Dina’s fate?”

  “That’s what I’m saying. That and the consequences for her accomplice Calem.”

  “What’s going to happen to him?”

  Eric hooked his thumbs in his jeans. He looked so much like the sexy Marlboro Man of the old cigarette ads. The man, hell, the men were hard layers of rock over flesh. But being what they were underneath gave them the ultimate bad-boy image.

  “Calem was a victim, too. He’s going to spend his free time doing community service by helping other folks out. With Dina gone, I don’t think he’ll get into trouble again anytime soon.”

  “I see.” In a way, their system made a lot more sense than the judicial system.

  “Livi, did you get what you came for?”

  Eric’s solemn exterior hid any sign of his feelings for her. Yet, she knew better than to take his outward appearance as any proof of how he really felt. “If you’re asking if I have a photo of a white wolf, then the answer’s yes.”

  “Okay.” Nick shifted in his seat. “Have you sent it to your editor yet?”

  “Not yet.”

  “What are you waiting for?”

  She arched an eyebrow at Eric. “I swear. Your attitude sucks, you know that? But no. I haven’t sent it.”

  “Why not?”

  She heard the “the hell” that Eric had left out of his question. At least he was trying to be less belligerent than usual. “Well, if you must know, I didn’t send it because I don’t want to out you guys.”

  “You make it sound like we’re gay and still in the closet,” joked Nick.

  “Being gay wouldn’t make a headline. Being a shifter would.”

  “But they only know that a white wolf exists. Not the other.”

  “That’s right, but having a white wolf where it doesn’t belong might attract attention. Unwanted attention to not only Lost Hills, but to you guys, too.”

  “And you wouldn’t want that?”

  She smiled and shook her head at Eric. “No. I wouldn’t want that.”

  “Then what does that mean for the photos?”

  She touched Tony’s arm and felt the power within. “I’m going to get rid of them.”

  “Your editor won’t be happy that you failed your assignment.” Nick put his fingertips on her knees, but his light touch was enough to spark a fire of desire.

  “Yeah, well, he’ll just have to get over it.”

  “Liv.”

  She gazed into Tony’s eyes and felt the world sway a little. “Yeah?”

  “Have you thought about what you want to do? Will you stay?”

  “I haven’t thought of much else.”

  “And?”

  She took them in, imagining a life filled with them by her side. “Meet me at your ranch. I’ll give you my answer there.”

  * * * *

  Livi pulled up in front of the men’s home, stopped the car, and rested her hands on the steering wheel. She was surprised at how calm she was, but that was because she’d made her decision. All that was left was to see how they reacted to it.

  They stood outside on the front porch waiting for her. Tony had a huge smile on his face while Nick lifted his hand in a wave. Eric, as was his style, leaned against the railing, his hard grip on the railings the only clue to what he was thinking.

  She had her belongings in the back of her car. Whichever way it went, she was ready.

  They’d told her that they loved her, and yet they hadn’t delved into the specifics of a life together. Those things, as Rae had suggested, weren’t as important as the fact that she loved them, too, but that didn’t mean they didn’t count.

  She slid out of the seat, not bothering to take the keys or her purse with her. “Hey.”

  They greeted her back, all except Eric, who kept watchful eyes on her. Instead of stopping as she came up the stairs, she entered their home. As she’d known they would, they followed, but she figured she’d still caught them by surprise by going up the stairs instead of into the living room.

  When she made it to the top of the stairs, she paused, gave Tony a questioning look then headed toward the door he pointed at. Once inside, she glanced around, noting the pristine appearance of the room. Either they didn’t use the spacious room much, or they were cleaner than any men she’d ever encountered.

  The bed was huge and comfortable looking, with a simple bedspread and more than enough pillows for two people. A sturdy rustic dresser dominated the wall next to a door she assumed had to be a closet. The door on the other side of the room was opened and gave her a good view of the bathroom. Nothing was decorated as she would’ve liked it, but it suited them. Just like the furniture downstairs, it was built to last, with love that would see it through many generations.

  She faced them then as they lined up, not so patiently waiting for her to speak. This was the moment she’d waited for, the moment that would decide the rest of her life.

  “Like I said before, I won’t send any of the photos to my editor or to anyone else.”

  Tony shifted back and forth on his feet, but he remained as silent as the other two.

  “If we want to give this thing between us a chance to work, you’re either going to have to move to L.A.”—she almost laughed at their horrified expressions—“or I’ll have to move here.”

  She had to give them credit. Again, they waited, even Eric, who she’d been sure would’ve told her that there was no way in hell he’d go to the city.

  “I want babies. Three or four would be good.” Here was the difficult part of the conversation. If being their mate meant not having children, it would break her heart. Yet she had no doubt they could put her heart back together. “Is that even possible?”

  Again, they stayed quiet, unnerving her. “Okay, you’re making me very nervous. One of you needs to speak up right now.”

  “It’s possible,” answered Tony. “If you remain human, our children would be part human and either part werewolf or skinwalker. Sometimes, every once in a while, a child will be born human. There’s no black and white where children are concerned.”

  She hadn’t given that a thought. What would it be like to have a part-shifter child? Would the Terrible Twos be even worse? And what would the teen years be like? Oh, hell.

  “Does that mean I can change? I can become what you are?”

  “Nick can change you into a werewolf, but skinwalkers are born, not made.”

  She nodded as though it was the most reasonable explanation she’d ever heard. “Okay, then. I’m not sure what I’d want to do about that. But having kids is not out of the question, so that’s good.”

  Surprising her, Eric was the one to make the move for them. “We love you, Livi. Come hell or high water, no matter where we need to live, no matter what we have to do. Nothing will ever change our feelings for you.”

  Damned if what he’d said didn’t make her tear up. “Do you think Lost Hills could use a good photographer?”

  “As long as you’re not taking pictures of shifters, I think they’d go for it.” Tony added, “We could use someone to take family photos and such.”

  “I was thinking more in the lines of nature photography. Real wildlife and nature scenes.”

  “Does that mean you’re staying?” asked Nick.

  She tugged her shirt over her head and flung it away. “Yeah. That means I’m staying. Believe it or not, I love you guys.”

  They were on her faster than she’d have thought humanly possible, but then
that was the point. They weren’t totally human.

  She yelped as Tony picked her up and threw her on top of the bed. Nick yanked her jeans off along with her tennis shoes. Eric came to the bed after them, pulling his shirt off then unbuckling his belt. Tony and Nick raced each other to see who could get undressed faster.

  “Do you get what this means? To be our mate, you are submissive to us, especially in the bedroom.”

  She grinned at him even as she slid her fingertips over the ridges of Nick’s hard stomach. “In the bedroom isn’t a problem. As for the other, we’ll just have to see, won’t we?”

  Nick pushed her onto her side, then lay down, turning his body end for end to hers. He pressed his tongue to her butt cheek, then took a quick nip. She gave another yelp, but didn’t try and get away. It would’ve been a lost cause anyway with Tony pulling her leg over his shoulder as he dove to lie between her legs.

  She inhaled a sharp breath when Tony’s fingers found her pussy lips, then entered her with a quick thrust. His tongue was on her clit, tormenting her and making her body quiver with need.

  “Eric.” She found it wasn’t easy to say that much. “Shut the hell up and give me your cock.”

  Although she wasn’t a skinwalker, she was a sex kitten and tigress all in one. Her body reacted to theirs like dynamite to a match, exploding under their touches and the demands of their tongues and mouths.

  Eric gave her his cock as he cupped her breasts in his hands, circling her nipples with his thumbs. His blue eyes locked onto hers, and in that moment, she saw into his soul and knew his thoughts. He was frightened and exhilarated, the same way she was.

  But that was the way of love. It was scary and exciting all at the same time. To put her heart on the line, to give her everything to men she’d known for only a short while yet felt like she’d known her entire life was a challenge and a dare. If she was right to trust them—and she knew with a gut instinct that she was—then she’d have everything she’d ever wanted.

  They played her body, their fingers strumming the desire, building her emotions from yearning to a wild lust. She let go, giving them her body and more.

  Together they moved, the three of them finding the rhythm between them, discovering what the other needed. Wrapping her hand around Eric’s cock, she closed her eyes and let Tony and Nick plunder the other parts of her with their tongues and their fingers. She cried out, the warmth of her breath flowing over Eric’s cock and then the edge of her hand as Nick plunged two fingers into her dark hole.

  Tony drank from her, the sounds of his noisy need filling her with the conviction that she was indeed cherished. His licks drove her crazy and she found herself begging for him to take her. His tongue stabbed into her slit, slicing her like a hot knife into butter, and her body jerked, at once needing to get away from the delicious torture then coming back for more. His shoulders rubbed the inside of her thighs as he moved his head up and down, running his tongue around and around her clit, then pushing it inside her pussy. Her clit throbbed not only from the expert way he used his tongue, but from the murmurs of love from all the men.

  She opened her eyes at the touch of a leather strap being wrapped around her wrists. Eric loosely wrapped another one around her neck. He adjusted his position, taking her breasts and shoving them together to capture his cock between them. His hips moved back and forth.

  “Soon we’ll ask you to join us in a ceremony that all skinwalkers have when they mate.”

  “Like a wedding?”

  “Sort of. It’s a claiming ceremony that tells our people that you’ve decided to mate us and obey us. It tells them that we’ve chosen you as the woman we want as our mate. That’s when they’ll accept you into our world.”

  “I thought they already liked me.”

  “They do. But that’s the final step to fully accepting you.”

  She couldn’t think straight with Tony and Nick working their magic on her. They were like carpenters, bending and molding her body to their liking.

  Eric tunneled his fingers into her hair and caressed her breast with the other. She arched, wanting him to do more, and yet, his slight touch sizzled through her.

  “Aren’t you going to tie the leather tighter?”

  “No. I don’t need to, do I? You treat them like they are and that’s all that’s needed. They’re restraining you just as much as if I’d tugged them tight. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  Tony flattened his hand on her stomach then edged upward. “Tell us what you’re feeling, Liv. We need to hear it.”

  “I—I’m so hot I can’t stand it. My body’s burning and my nerves are jittery.” She added the word they’d liked her to use the last time. “Sir.”

  “That’s need you’re feeling, baby. Tell us more. Did you like it when we spanked you?”

  “Yes. I loved it, sir.”

  “Good.” Tony whipped his hand back and spanked her bottom, narrowly missing Nick’s head. “Want another one?”

  Anticipating the spank was almost as heady as getting it. Yet she was still unprepared when the second one came. The sting rippled into her flesh, going all the way from the thigh to her pussy.

  Tony put his palm to her still-stinging ass and slowly dragged his hand over her skin. “It’s the not knowing when the next one comes that makes it even more exciting. Am I right, baby?”

  Nick got off the bed then came back. “I’m going to put a plug in your ass. Have you ever had that before, sugar?”

  “No.” She craned her around to see the strange little thing Nick held along with a tube of lubrication.

  “It’ll help prepare you for my cock. I know you’ve already taken it from behind before, but this will help even more than using fingers. It’s bigger, just like I am.”

  “Are you sure it’ll fit, sir?”

  Tony spanked her again, catching her off-guard. “He knows what he’s doing. We all do. Don’t question us in the bedroom.”

  His eyes, like Eric’s, had taken on a deeper shade of blue. She nodded, then looked to Nick and found that his eyes were flecked with bits of amber. “Why are your eyes changing colors?”

  “Our eyes change whenever our inner animals get closer to the surface. Skinwalkers’ eyes stay the same color, just darker, while werewolves turn amber. The more amber you see, the closer I am to shifting. But don’t worry. We won’t change during sex.”

  Tony chuckled. “So if you see a bear or a bobcat with eyes that don’t seem right, then you can bet they’re a skinwalker.” He laid his palm against her again in another slap. “Damn, but your butt is pretty when it’s nice and pink.”

  “Keep breathing. Even deeper, sugar.”

  She tried to do as Nick directed as he circled her butt hole with the cool gel, but her excitement made her breath come in short gasps. She couldn’t wait until they gave their cocks to her pussy and anus.

  “I love seeing you this way, baby. You act so tough sometimes that I forget that you can be so willing, so submissive.” Tony pushed his fingers into her pussy and curled them. “Come on. When I find your sweet spot, I want you to really let go. Shout, cry, close your pussy walls around my fingers. Show me what it’ll be like when I fuck you.”

  Nick pressed the butt plug to her hole. “Breathe and try to relax.”

  She laughed a short one, full of derision. “I don’t think that’s possible. Sir.”

  Her words proved right when Nick pushed the plug into her hole. The toy filled her, and yet she knew it would be little compared to his cock. Her anus spread wider as she felt his fingers alongside the plug. With just that little extra width, he transformed her from a needful woman to one who would do anything to get sexual relief. Her bundle of nerves quaked under his touch.

  She breathed in, hard and fast, unable to follow Nick’s command to “take it easy.”

  “Take a big breath. Now let it out.”

  When she did as Nick told her, filling her lungs as much as she could then releasing it with one l
oud “uh.” He pushed the plug the rest of the way inside. She hadn’t even realized until that moment that it wasn’t already filling her. Her anus clamped around it, keeping it in place as Nick nibbled at her cheek.

  Tony’s fingers found her G-spot at that exact moment. She screamed his name as the climax tore into her, taking her unprepared for the powerful onslaught of pain mixed with pleasure. The world spun around her with its impact and she closed her eyes, hoping to ride the wave easier that way. She was foolish to think it would help. The orgasm was stronger than any she’d ever had.

  Yet she soon found out that she was more of a fool than she’d imagined as Tony replaced his hand with his cock. He rammed into her, pushing her toward the head of the bed. With one leg wrapped around his waist, she was under the men’s control and couldn’t move to save her life.

  Nick added a slap to her thigh, and though not as hard as the ones Tony had given her, the sting added to the sensation of Tony’s cock and the plug filling her. Again and again, he spanked her, each stroke growing harder. Her cheek burned, the outline of his hand blistering her skin, and the burn continued inside her, stoking the inferno that already raged there.

  Suddenly, Nick removed the butt plug and pressed his cock to her butt. “Ready, sugar?”

  “Ready, sir.” She nodded and reached up to splay her fingers across Eric’s chest. “Eric?”

  “Tell me how good it’s going to feel when they fuck you, sweetheart.”

  She was stunned, at first unsure that he’d used the affectionate term. Had he ever called her anything except her name? Tears filled her eyes. “Tony’s cock is so big, so hard. I love the way it’s filling me. And when Nick fucks me from behind.”

  “And then what, sweetheart?”

  “I’m going to scream like you’ve never heard.”

  A slap to her butt cheek had her laughing. She’d forgotten to say the word. “Sir.”

  “Good girl.” Eric smiled. “Fuck her ass, bro.”

  Nick shoved his cock inside her. The sensation of getting split wide open hit her, and although she knew it wasn’t really happening that way, she let out a loud and long scream.