27
SERENA
The bath was more of a triangular hot tub. Right now it was filled with superheated water, made silky by the addition of the soaps and oils Damien had brought up by room service. The candles too; all three of them. Together they cast a deep red glow, reflected in the tiled walls of the darkened room.
Gotta love room service.
I allowed them lead me here after stripping me down. Lowering myself into the steaming waters made me feel just short of orgasmic. But leaning back and watching as they stripped and did the same?
Now that was a sight to see.
My two beautiful wolves each took their own corners of the tub. For a while we just sat there, enjoying the silence, the candlelight, the feel of hot water rolling against our sore backs. As a joke I extended my legs, offering each of them a foot to rub. When they actually did start rubbing them I closed my eyes and just about came.
God, if only I could just stay here forever…
Another water jet, located somewhere beneath me, seemed to be even more strategically positioned. So much so, that I had to wonder if the design were intentional.
“I must’ve done something right,” I groaned at the ceiling. “To deserve this.”
My voice trailed off as I slipped back into nirvana. Damien’s fingers rubbed deliciously into the arch of my left foot. Broderick’s kneaded the heel of my right. Behind me, two jets were shooting pleasantly into the small of my back.
“You came all this way to help us,” Damien noted. “A double-foot-rub is the least we can do.”
“And what’s the most you can do?” I asked daringly. Immediately after the words left my lips, my stomach dropped.
“You’re our mate,” Broderick eventually shrugged. “There’s nothing we wouldn’t do to please you.”
His choice of words sent a bolt of excitement straight through my body. I let out a long, contented sigh.
Screw the Order, I laughed silently to myself. Screw Xiomara. Screw everything.
Eventually their hands traveled upward, along my legs. They moved higher, past my knees. Rubbed onward along the insides of my thighs. It was all very dream-like, but my senses were heightened instead of dulled. I felt everything. Wanted to remember everything…
Damien was the first to slide up alongside me. He crushed me against his body, his lips pushing softly against mine. My mouth opened for him, inviting his tongue. By extension of that my thighs also parted, somewhere beneath the swirling waters.
I gasped as Broderick’s fingers closed over me down there.
Are you really going to do this?
Damien’s mouth was kissing its way down my neck, the water and bath oils making everything more slippery and lubricated. Everything was so warm, so full of steam. I held his palm against my face while he chewed on my shoulder.
Oh… Oh wow…
I jumped as Broderick slid a finger inside me. He curled it toward him, slowly, until it was nestled perfectly on my G-spot.
“So… this is actually… going to happen…” I murmured. “Isn’t it?”
Damien’s tongue traced upward again, setting his lips right up against my ear. His voice was hot and wet. “Yes.”
I gulped hard as the full realization of what I was about to do stole over me. It was insane. I knew it was insane. Yet it also felt wholly natural, and I knew that too.
Besides, I wanted it. No… actually I longed for it. Craved it worse than any drug, more than any other—
“We can always stop if you want to,” Broderick whispered into my other ear. His gently curling finger was driving me wild. “Is that what you want?”
Panic swept me at the very thought. “No,” I said immediately.
“You sure?” he teased.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes, please.” I exhaled with a whimper. “I’m sure.”
I writhed against them until I felt a second finger. Then I went all in. I wrapped my hand in Damien’s hair and shoved my face into his. We kissed hard and hungrily, like we had in his apartment. At the same time I grabbed the back of Broderick’s head and shoved him downward, between my breasts. I wanted his mouth on me. I wanted him inside me, just like his fingers…
This is incredible.
Through half-lidded eyes I surveyed their bodies in the mirror. Two broad backs, glistening where they pierced the bubbled surface. Four big arms. Four strong hands, fingers reaching out… touching me…
Two cocks…
Two gorgeous men, turning every last bit of their attention inward, onto me. I kissed them in turn, one after the other, diverting their lips back to mine whenever I wanted a new taste. I was the center of their world — a goddess, spread wide for them to please. But also there to give them pleasure…
“Here,” said Damien, taking my hand beneath the water. He pulled it into his lap. My hand settled over him, feeling his hardness. I sighed again.
“And here,” Broderick said, not to be outdone. He placed my other hand over his rock-hard shaft, squeezing it beneath his own. He pumped it up and down a few times before letting go.
I was lightheaded, both from the heat and from the implication of what was about to happen. Absolutely intoxicated with the idea of being with them both.
It’s only a threesome, my mind registered. It’s only—
But no. It was more than that. Much more.
You love them.
There it was again, those three little words. Yet together they meant so much. I knew in my heart I did love them, but in the back of my mind I had no idea how such a thing could even be possible. I barely even knew them! Had only just met them…
And yet it was true. Every part of me cared for them both. Equally. Simultaneously. It was strange and different — unlike any such feelings I’d ever had before, even for Alex. Still, I couldn’t help it. I’d allowed myself to be swept up in everything, caught in an inescapable spiral of need and want and desire.
You love them and it’s okay.
The whole thing shouldn’t have made any sense. A week ago I’d been sitting at home without an assignment, without a care in the world. Now I was here in France, about to give myself over to a pair of werewolves. Werewolves I somehow loved.
They kept kissing and touching me, bringing me to all new levels of arousal as my hands stroked them slowly beneath the water. More than anything in the world, I wanted them to have me. The both of them, together. At once. Any other way just didn’t seem natural.
“Oh!”
Strong arms slid beneath me and I was suddenly lifted from the swirling hot water. Broderick held me against his chest as he carried me from the tub. I could feel his heart pounding as the water dripped off of us. We entered the darkened bedroom and Damien was there, his arms full of towels. They set me down on my feet. Spreading my legs slightly, they dried every inch of me off…
I felt like a princess.
My eyes shifted over Damien’s shoulder and I saw the bed. It was large and soft and inviting, made up with silken sheets and a fluffy down comforter. Two more of the red candles burned on either side, illuminating the room with that warm, rosy glow.
“Romance a girl why don’t you?” I managed to quip.
Damien grinned back at me — my dashing, long-haired surfer. Broderick’s expression was more serious, as if I were distracting him from some business he needed to attend to. His arms went around me and he guided me backward. Downward…
Apparently that business was me.
Together they stretched me out, fully naked, like some sort of offering. My still-steaming body felt amazingly cool against the linens.
“No rose petals?” I laughed again, running my arms over the bed. The humor was me, not them. To break my nervousness. Keep things light.
Broderick leaned over me and I grabbed him with both arms. I pulled his mouth to mine, kissing him softly, pulling him onto the bed. A few seconds later I felt Damien climb on. He slid up alongside me, his body so warm against mine it actually made me moan with pleasure.
“Get over here,” I said, breaking the kiss. And I grabbed him too.
They lay on the bed, hovering above me… the both of them, gloriously naked. The two of them shared a very familiar look, and I saw Damien nod to Broderick almost imperceptibly.
He’s going first…
For some reason Karessa floated to mind, and this time there was no jealousy. I thought about how many times they’d been here before, doing this same thing they were about to do to me. Sharing her. Communicating wordlessly as they took her together, over and over again, hundreds, maybe thousands of times.
The thought of it made me wet between the legs. And I was already drenched.
You want this…
Broderick climbed forward and my thighs parted for him. I looked down the flat expanse of my stomach, to the achingly empty place I knew he’d soon be filling.
You’re theirs now, a little voice in my head told me. You belong to them. And they to you…
His arms went along either side of me as he positioned himself. They were thick and big and strong. The kind of arms that could protect you against anything. The kind of arms that could wrap themselves around you and hold you forever.
“Take me,” I said softly. Lost in his steel-blue eyes, I spread myself wider as I felt the head of his manhood pressed tormentingly against my glistening entrance. Broderick shifted his weight, pushing forward.
And then he did.