Reluctant Mates - 21 Paranormal Romance Stories (Werewolf, Vampire, Minotaur and Monster collection) (4 page)

Rock and Jack both flashed their teeth at one another, long as fingers and razor sharp ivory sparkling under the moonlight. Just when it looked like Jack had Rock in a grapple too painful to handle, my ex-boyfriend-turned-werewolf saw me when I pushed myself off the ground and stood. My shirt was torn to a shred down one side, and my nipples were so hard against my bra that the sweet, rasping pain made me want to strip it off. That would have been a bit awkward though, even if I was staring at a pair of werewolves who were trying to either kill or fuck each other, it was honestly hard to tell.

“La...cy,” he groaned in a way that seemed to hurt, “beautiful...Lacy...come...here.”

Ha, ha, yeah right, Lacy. Don’t touch that with a ten foot di – stick. Get in this car, leave these two things to do whatever they want with each other, and then laugh like hell tomorrow at Jack when he comes home. Did he just say beautiful Lacy? Yeah, I’m sure. When he’s half dog you probably look pretty good but look at him then look at you. He doesn’t want you, not really.

My demons couldn’t even leave me at peace when two muscle-bound monsters were fighting over me, could they? Not one moment away from the agony, from the self-doubt. No breaks for Lacy, huh? Not from my own mind, from my own fear. My hand slid down my side and I touched my hips, then my little bump and worried that the instant either of them noticed that they’d start laughing.

No one laughed. Jack stared at me, his lupine eyes gliding up and down me with the same look he gave me two years before that won me over. Rock was right beside him doing the same thing. Whatever quarrel they had didn’t matter anywhere near as much to them as I did. At least not right then.

Unbelievably, most of all to me, I took a step forward. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the two man beasts and their war, and their muscles and their fur. And then the instant Jack grabbed me by the hair and threw me to the ground, I almost erupted. But, with one set of fingers in my hair and another one grasping at my side, my old fear came boiling back.

“Why are you...stopping?” Rock said. “Is...something wrong?” He looked over to Jack for a second and then back to me.

The utter strangeness of having my well-being asked after by a man I’d just seen turn into a beast was not lost on me, but his voice was so tender, and so deep that it rumbled in my chest. All the same, his eyes moving up and down my body got me all excited, and I reached out to touch him, letting those hard hairs rasp against my fingertips.

Before I knew it, I’d forgotten about my fear, at least for the moment, and allowed the hands tangled in my hair to slide down my body and feel the parts of me I wanted to keep them away from out of some stupefying fear that touching me would make them realize what I was and push me away.

Instead of being discarded though, Rock pulled me closer, threw his arm around me and pressed his awful, but curiously beautiful face to mine. “I’ve wanted...this...so...long,” he said, pulling away and then kissing me again, driving his tongue against my lips so that he pushed them apart and tasted me deep.

As his tongue swirled around mine, he audibly pulled breath through his nose and drank in my scent with a deep, rumbling roar of pleasure. His hands – at least I thought they were his because I’d forgotten all about my ex-boyfriend – moved up my back, under the shred of my shirt, and ripped it the rest of the way. Then a tongue dragged down my back all the way to my waistband and a finger slipped underneath.

When Rock’s beastly visage pulled away and took my breath with him, I sucked his tongue trying to keep him within me, and he smiled, baring his teeth, but I knew what he meant.

“What are you?” I said, as Jack’s burning hot fingers moved around my hips, stroked my belly, and fumbled with my button.

“We...I...have to have...you. Otherwise...stay...”

“You’ll stay like this – in this form, unless you have me?”

He closed his eyes and nodded.

“How often does this happen?”

“Me...every month...changes.”

“So every month you have to find a new girl?”

“Not...new...just girl.” He closed his eyes and shook his head. Jack’s breath tingled against my neck with sweet, prickling heat as he continually failed to unbutton me.

“If you have a regular girl then, that’s okay too?”

Rock nodded, “most not want...want to have...” Something like shame crossed his face.

“Hey, hey, look here, no feeling bad. You can’t help what you are, right? None of us can. Right?”

As I spoke, his eyes turned from that strange yellow to a slightly darker color. He grinned again and nodded. Jack’s heat pulsed against my back. He quit bothering with my button.

“Whoa!” I yelped as he pulled me backwards against his muscular body and held me for a moment. His claws scratched down my stomach again and to my fly, but instead of trying to gingerly unhook me, he just yanked as hard as he could.

I flew forward with the force of his tug and then my jeans ripped straight down the middle and I collapsed backwards against him, legs bared to the slight chill in the air. As I felt him though, and Rock moved closer, I was permeated with the wolves’ heat. I felt so warm, so safe, right there between the two of them – that for the first time in recent memory, my fears started to melt away.

Oh my God what is that?

I groped behind my leg as a thickness so unbelievably long and hard and wide spread what seemed like halfway to my knee. Underneath my palm, I felt something partially familiar, and at the same time, totally not. Jack’s cock, so big and swollen and wonderful that he’d drilled me so hard, so many times that sent me walking funny for a couple of hours, was somehow thicker and longer than I remembered. Deep in my belly, the naughty desire I had for rock, and the plan I had for getting Jack to give me a little jostling for old time’s sake made me giggle even as I gasped at his eagerness.

“Well then,” I said, “I guess I’m not the only one with a little bit of excitement here.”

Jack’s response was a snort that was probably a laugh but that didn’t really come out that way. Then he pumped his hips gently against me, sliding that rock hard thing up and down the back of my legs and between them a little.

Rock took a deep breath, inhaling me, and he shivered as his cock stiffened. I couldn’t help but shift my weight a little and let him slide between my legs, and as soon as his head stroked my pussy, his warmth turned into mine and a little trickle of wet slid out of me, soaking into my panties.

“W – wet,” he grunted. “Hot...and...wet...”

He stopped absolutely still for a long moment, sniffing the air. Both he and Jack stiffened. Rock’s hand tightened into a fist, his fingers curling against the prickling skin on my hip.

The moon, now directly overhead, pooled silver light around our feet, the two of them, naked and beautiful and me mostly naked and to my mind, flawed.

But they didn’t see that.

They didn’t see my flaws or my insecurities. The two wolves clutching me against their muscled bodies just saw me for me. And that’s what both of them wanted more than anything in the world at that moment – me.

So slowly that I couldn’t believe it, Rock bent his head and touched me with his feral lips, and Jack brushed his against the side of my neck and then between my shoulder blades. The two of them showered me in kisses around my mouth, my throat, and my shoulders.

A blissed moment later, hands stroked my skin, petting me and caressing away the little bit of worry that bubbled up, and then both of my men, both of my wolves, resumed moving against me, squeezing me between their rock hard bodies, cocks pushing one against my bottom and the other between my legs.

I wanted them both.

Both at once? You’ve never even imagined doing something like that. How can you possibly want to really do it? What kind of insanity is this, Lacy? Break and run! Twist away from them, knee one of them in the balls, get in the car and get the Hell out of here!

“No,” I said under my breath.

“N...no?”

“Nevermind.” I smiled and kissed Rock first on the cheek and then the throat and then the lips. He tasted of ferocity, of leather and raw, unchained manhood. Without knowing why and honestly without caring very much, I reached down again and curled my fingers as far around Jack’s rigid cock as I possibly could. He let out a gentle groan and pumped against the giving softness of my body.

“Feel...good,” he moaned, in a voice that was part his and part something else. “So good, your hand.”

I squeezed harder, stroking him from halfway down his shaft until the ridge of his dickhead touched my hooked finger. Rock ran a finger down my face, pulled at my lip and sucked me deep as his fingertip trailed down my chin, between my breasts, and hooked on the middle part of my bra.

He tugged, and my body surged forward against him. Aching for his caress, I arched my back and whispered into his ear for him to rip it off me.

“Rip? Is La...cy sure?”

“If you can, anyway.” I teased and bit my lip, looking up at him.

Rock grinned and tugged. With the first pull, stitches popped and the little metal hooks on my bent. One of them slipped free and bit into my flesh with a hot, metallic squeeze that made me wish for more. The little tip scratched me as he jerked again, going deeper, digging in.

“Make it hurt,” I whispered. “Make me scream, if you can.”

The next time he yanked on my bra, the metal split and slipped open, popping and scraping my sides with a delicious thrill as he ripped it away and let my sore, aching-for-pleasure tits breathe first the night air and then feel his hard, hungry touch.

“So...soft,” he moaned again drawing his hand along my curves. “I want...so...much...”

Jack ran his tongue down the middle of my back in a luscious, teasing wave that sent prickling goose bumps cascading over my shoulders and pebbled my nipples hard right before Rock touched them with his increasingly paw-like hand. In a tightening circle, he tickled his thumb around my areola, licked me right on the tip and then slid his fingers in a circle, hooking them around my nipple and pinching just slightly.

“Oh!” I cried out. “How do you make me feel like this?” I pulled a breath through my nose and inhaled the hard, brutal scent that the wolves gave off, and when I did, it had a new effect – I started to feel myself tingle from head to toe, almost like my senses were coming to life for the first time as their scent rolled around in my brain.

“What’s happening?” I said as I bit at Rock’s shoulder and he groaned. “I can’t stop myself from doing...things...that I’d never think about before. I want both of you and I can’t explain it past just wanting you!

“I can’t...stop...either,” Jack said behind me as his cock stiffened into a rod and slid between my wet, hot thighs.

“You feel so good,” I said, “so hard between my legs. I can’t handle much more of this. When are you two really gonna give me what for?”

Something resembling a grin spread across Rock’s face and before I knew it he had a handful of my hair and painted a nasty scratch down my chest with those incredibly rough, somehow thrilling fingertips.

“What...for!” He said with a strange chuckle as he dragged me by the hair and forced me to the ground in front of him. “What for suck, Lacy. Give...suck...”

Those big, thick fingers moved down jaw and pinched my chin when I looked up at him and bit my lip. He grabbed my head and thrust himself violently toward me, the big hard smoothness of his cock sliding against my chin and around my jaw. With the moon overhead I was able to make out a few of the details on the monster’s prick, and all of them were very curious. Instead of bare flesh, he had a smooth covering of the same fur that was all over his body, and his balls nestled into a little forest of fluff.

When I touched him, he was obviously very sensitive for all the groaning and writhing around he did, and then much to my amazement, the skin on his cock started to pull back and reveal underneath it something very much like what I’m used to seeing on guys – smooth and hard, rounded tip – but it had a touch of color to it that I couldn’t quite make out when watching by moonlight. He rolled his head around loose on his shoulders when I touched his tip with my tongue, and pushed his hips forward, holding me in place and rubbing that hard, delicious cock up one cheek and down the other, forcing me to fight against his strength to move my head.

I crooked my neck and opened my lips as wide as I could. I kissed up and down the underside of Rock’s shaft, and when I got to the tip, slid my tongue along that little bit of skin under his head that most guys like to have played with.

“Oh! Yes, yes!” He grunted in the most savage way. “Do again! Do...yes!”

Jack’s shifting weight behind me reminded me that he was back there and as I moved my mouth up and down Rock, touching him with the tip of my tongue, then sucking kisses along his entire length, I reached back and curled my fingers halfway around Jack’s prick, milking him, slow and loose. He had the same smooth, hard hair running along him that got me so worked up about Rock, so when I felt it begin retracting on Jack, I knew what to expect as my hand slid back up and I thumbed his hole gently.

When my lips brushed against the forest hiding Rock’s balls, I stuck out my tongue and pushed it between his globes before I slid it all the way up his shaft and tasted his tip with a quick flick. Squeezing him a little harder, pumping my fist up and down, a little pearl droplet worked its way out of his prick and onto my tongue. Just like before when I got a nose full of their scent, the taste of his liquid sent a chill down my back that was followed with a wave of strangely heightened awareness.

The thrill of pleasuring this creature made me think about how they seemed to be worshipping me with their hands as I kissed back down Rock’s prick and sucked one of his balls into my mouth. I squeezed with my hand and with my lips for just a second until Rock began to moan so loudly that he frightened me a little bit, and Jack started to massage my shoulders in patient, slow, but wonderfully hard kneading motions. Up and down his shaft I pumped my hand, thrilling with every breath, every sound that I drew from these gigantic men who were both, somehow, enraptured with little old me.