TEN
Matthew followed Dylan and Nadine into the hotel room, pushing down the animal impulses crackling along his bones. He and Dylan had promised that they would never transform in front of Nadine during sex—or any kind of intimate activity—but it took an effort for him to keep the animal consciousness in the background of his mind. After the confrontation with C, both he and Dylan had been riding high on adrenaline—and Nadine had been, too. Matthew’s impulse to kiss her, to rub against her, had been too strong to suppress; especially with the scent of her pheromones, all honey and lemon and lavender, flooding his nose.
The door closed behind them with a click and Matthew took a deep breath, looking from his best friend to the woman he wanted to keep as his mate—and share with Dylan.
“Are we going to do this?” He held Nadine’s gaze, trying to gauge her body language, trying to catch some hint of her feelings either way; if she was totally against being with them at the same time, Matthew would back off, approach her later. Dylan had made the first move—Matthew was not about to fight his friend for Nadine’s affections, if Nadine wanted to take it slow and only be with one man at a time.
“I’m a little overwhelmed,” Nadine said, smiling weakly. “I mean—I am incredibly turned on right now, don’t get me wrong. But I’ve never actually been with two guys at the same time.” Her cheeks lit up with a deep blush, and she looked down at the floor.
“That’s okay,” Dylan said, and Matthew watched him move closer to Nadine, not quite touching her. “We haven’t ever had sex with a woman at the same time. But we can take it slow, right?”
Matthew licked his lips, watching Nadine’s reaction carefully.
“I think so,” Nadine said, daring to look up from the floor to glance at Dylan and then at Matthew. “Just—really slow, okay, guys?”
Dylan chuckled lowly and Matthew moved slightly closer to Nadine.
“We can do slow,” Matthew said, pitching his voice lowly. “And remember, any time you want to stop…”
“Okay,” Nadine said.
Matthew glanced at Dylan and then quickly closed the distance between himself and Nadine, wrapping his arms lightly around her waist. Dylan stayed back as Matthew brought his lips down onto Nadine’s. He kissed her as gently as he possibly could, starting slow, giving her plenty of room to turn her head away or to stop him before gradually deepening the kiss. Matthew’s hands began to move on Nadine’s body and he felt the brush of Dylan’s hands as well, sensed his longtime friend’s movements as Dylan shifted into position on Nadine’s other side. Matthew broke away from Nadine’s lips, turning her head towards Dylan, and began to explore her neck and shoulders and breasts, his hands moving to begin stripping the clothes off of her body. Nadine swayed slightly in his arms, her soft moans muffled by Dylan’s kiss, and Matthew felt the heat rising in his body, flooding through his veins to pool at his hips.
Somehow—Matthew never knew how—they all fell into step with each other; Nadine’s hands wandered from his body to Dylan’s without hesitation or pause, returning their caresses as he and Dylan both lavished as much attention on her as she could possibly stand. Matthew easily smelled the scent of Nadine’s arousal as her body warmed up, felt the way she tensed and relaxed in reaction to pawing hands and teasing mouths exploring every inch of her body. He pulled back, waiting for Dylan to pause in his kissing, and when his best friend looked at him, Matthew nodded in the direction of one of the suite’s bedrooms. Dylan grinned and began to gently guide Nadine out of the living room of their shared suite. Matthew claimed her lips once more, helping Dylan to steer Nadine towards the bedroom, towards the bed.
If she noticed the fact that she was being moved, Nadine didn’t stop them; Matthew reached around to her back and unhooked her bra, peeling it away from her body, fully exposing her heavy breasts. Bit by bit, he and Dylan got her undressed, got her into the bedroom, and then, when she was completely naked, they both stopped as one, stepping back to admire their handiwork. Matthew drank in the sight of Nadine’s lushly curved figure: her full breasts, the nipples already hardening from arousal and the slight chill in the room, the flare of her hips, her muscled legs, and the shine of fluids already accumulating along the cleft of her sex, practically beckoning him.
“Who goes down on her first?”
Matthew turned his head, tearing his gaze away from Nadine’s body at the sound of Dylan’s tight voice.
“Should we flip a coin for it?” Matthew’s breath caught in his throat at the thought, desire welling up inside of him. Nadine smelled every bit as good as she ever had—good enough to devour. He gritted his teeth, fighting back the animal desire to throw her onto the bed and take her.
“Nadine, any input?” Dylan’s voice was surprisingly light, but Matthew could smell the deepening musk scent of his friend’s intense arousal—he knew very well that Dylan was a lot more interested in having Nadine than he was letting on.
“Rock-paper-scissors?” she suggested in a breathless, dazed voice.
Matthew snickered, raising one hand and glancing at Dylan with amusement.
They did as Nadine suggested, chanting the children’s deciding game words; the first time, Dylan chose rock and Matthew chose scissors. The second time, Matthew chose rock and Dylan did as well. The third time, to the sounds of Nadine’s infectious laughter, Matthew chose scissors and Dylan chose paper—bringing them to a tie.
“I swear to God if we have to do this five times, I am going to lose my mind,” Matthew said, shaking his head. Every moment that passed with Nadine’s pheromones in his head, while he was unable to touch her or feel her touching him, was torture.
“Rock-paper-scissors-go!”
Matthew threw his hand down in the shape of a rock, and Dylan laid his hand out flat, winning.
Almost before Matthew could react to his loss, Dylan launched himself towards Nadine, wrapping his arms around her and bearing her down onto the bed. Matthew watched as his friend kissed Nadine hungrily, his hands wandering all over her body; he climbed onto the bed as unobtrusively as possible, stripping off his shirt and unzipping the fly on his jeans while he waited for Nadine to come up for air.
Dylan began to trail kisses down over Nadine’s body, and Matthew took advantage of the change to claim her lips with his own, caressing everywhere that Dylan wasn’t touching or kissing or nibbling Nadine. In a matter of moments, any irritation he felt at being put off and made to wait evaporated as Nadine’s hand slipped into his boxers, wrapping around his already rock-hard cock and beginning to stroke him slowly.
Matthew lost himself in the moment, watching Dylan and Nadine with pleasure-hazed eyes as his friend moved down between Nadine’s legs. He shuddered at the sound of Nadine’s moans of pleasure, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples, claiming her mouth over and over again as she stroked him slowly but steadily. Matthew reveled in the sight of Nadine’s writhing body, the sounds of pleasure leaving her throat, the scent of her sweat and pheromones as she became more and more turned on by the moment. She turned her head, looking up at him with pleasure-hazed eyes.
“I can—fuck—we could try…” Her hand tightened on his cock and Matthew raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly at her struggles to speak while Dylan worshiped her with his mouth.
“What could we try?” Matthew rolled and twisted one of Nadine’s nipples between his thumb and forefinger slowly, kissing the corners of her mouth lightly.
“You—your cock…” The delicate pink flush across her cheeks deepened and Nadine moaned out, reacting to something that Dylan was doing to her. “I could…” She opened her eyes, looking up at him imploringly as she trembled and shivered, lost in her own desire.
Matthew chuckled lowly, pulling himself free of her stroking hand. He nodded to show that he understood what she wanted and shifted away from her and Dylan, stripping off the last of his clothes. Nadine reached out for him with one hand, her other tangled helplessly in Dylan’s hair, and Matthew came back to her, positioning himself near her head. He helped her twist around, and then Nadine’s mouth closed around his aching, throbbing cock, her tongue swirling around the tip.
Matthew groaned, his head falling back against his shoulders as Nadine took more and more of him into her mouth. He alternated between losing himself in the pleasure of her attentions and watching the way she and Dylan moved together, feeling connected to both Nadine and his best friend in a strange way. Matthew held himself back as Nadine’s moans became more and more insistent, her lips vibrating around his cock, as she came closer and closer to orgasm. Matthew clenched his teeth as she sucked and licked him as eagerly as he could ever have done to her, her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock. The sight of her contorting, arching, writhing body on the bed, the sight of his best friend’s head buried between her legs, and the sounds of their pleasure filling Matthew’s ears, made it almost impossible for him not to give in to the sensations coursing through his body.
Matthew knew when Nadine had reached her climax; he felt the tension ripple through her body, heard the muffled sound of her cries as wave after wave of pleasure worked through her. He pulled out of her mouth, stroking himself slowly as he watched her give into the sensations, head thrown back, breasts shaking and body trembling at the force of the pleasure that Dylan gave her. He watched as Dylan finished her off, riding through her orgasm, continuing his attentions on her all too willing body until her climax crested and then began to subside. Matthew stopped his hand, breathing in through gritted teeth as he struggled to hold back his own impending orgasm. Dylan pulled back and looked up at him with a grin, licking his lips clean of the last of Nadine’s fluids, and then Matthew watched, torn between envy and desire, as Dylan slithered up along Nadine’s body to kiss her hungrily.
“Time to switch, I think,” Matthew said, trembling from the need to hold back. He knew that Dylan must be in even worse shape than he was, struggling to keep the animal consciousness at bay, to keep himself from covering Nadine’s body and claiming her for himself.
Dylan nodded, looking almost drunk with desire and climbed unsteadily off of the bed. Matthew kissed Nadine briefly on the lips, tasting the faintest traces of her fluids on her tongue, and then moved down over her body slowly, lingering at her breasts while he had the freedom to take as long as he wanted. The heavy, heady scent of their mutual arousal was thick in the air as Matthew worked his way down, kissing, nibbling, and nuzzling Nadine’s warm, fragrant skin.
He moved between her legs, pressing kisses along her inner thigh, and when Matthew felt the weight on the bed shifting he knew that Dylan had rejoined them. He buried his face against Nadine’s soaking wet folds, lapping at the fluids along her inner labia. He devoured her slowly, savoring every gasp, shiver, shudder and moan, sucking and licking more and more hungrily as he sensed her arousal increasing.
Matthew lost himself in Nadine’s body, focusing completely on her reactions, forgetting everything but the desire to bring her pleasure. He teased her with the tip of his tongue, bringing it up to her pleasure center and then sliding back down to her inner labia, over and over again as her hips twisted and bucked underneath him. The honey-lemon-lavender taste of her fluids coated his tongue, and Matthew felt the throbbing ache of his cock as almost an afterthought, something in the back of his mind as he worshiped her body with his mouth.
Everything became a blur of action and reaction as Matthew brought Nadine to another fast, hard orgasm, swallowing down the gush of her fluids and continuing his attentions until he felt her body relax all at once. He pulled back, so aroused he could barely think, his nerves on fire with the need for more, and somehow they were moving together, changing places, Nadine switching from one partner to another without even seeming to care about which of them she was kissing, whose cock she was stroking, who was giving her pleasure. It was more intense than anything Matthew had ever experienced, the tidal flow between the three of them, and he moved from one part of Nadine’s body to another, touching and tasting her everywhere, kneading sore muscles, teasing every sensitive spot on her body he could find. He cradled her in his arms as Dylan moved down between her legs, bringing her ankles up to rest on his shoulders, and guided Nadine’s hand to his cock while he watched his best friend thrusting into the woman he wanted so badly.
Matthew had no idea, later, how long they attacked each other over and over again; one moment Nadine’s lips wrapped around his cock, her tongue swirling around the head, and the next moment he was behind her, holding onto her hips as he thrust into her from behind, watching her take Dylan’s cock into her mouth, and then another time he was kneeling on the bed, holding her in his arms as she rode him, and then he was watching her and Dylan together again. Waves of pleasure ebbed and flowed through his body until Matthew lost all track of how many times he came, buried deep inside of Nadine, or groaning as he watched his own thick, white fluid gush onto part of her body.
Eventually, they were all utterly spent, panting and gasping for breath, their bodies tangled together on the bed as they struggled to recover from the acrobatics of their mating. Matthew stared up at the ceiling, caught between shock and satisfaction, smiling to himself as he realized that at that moment, more than ever before in the short time they’d known her, Nadine well and truly belonged to both him and Dylan. He turned his head and saw Dylan’s arm draped over Nadine’s chest, and saw his own arm sprawled over Nadine’s legs, and let himself slip into a reverie as his heart rate gradually slowed. He felt as if someone had replaced the blood in his veins with warm honey, thick and sweet, as if he had never been quite as thoroughly satisfied in his entire life, or quite so completely relaxed.
“Okay,” Nadine said, her voice still slightly breathless.
Matthew opened his eyes without being entirely sure of when he had closed them and turned to look at her. She had the same almost drugged-looking grin on her face that he was sure he wore, her cheeks still slightly flushed, her eyes hazy with pleasure and satisfaction.
“If this is what it’s going to be like for you two to share me, I think I’m kind of okay with that.”
Dylan laughed and Matthew snorted, shaking his head in slight disbelief.
“If we do this every night none of us is going to be worth a damn during the day,” Dylan said.
“We’ll switch off,” Matthew suggested, turning fully onto his side and looking up at the two members of what he now considered his new sleuth. “Save times like this for really, really good nights—celebrations and shit.”
“Wasn’t there a thing earlier about me having a couple of nights a week to myself?” Nadine smiled lazily. “Because I think I came like…ten times in all this, and that’s definitely not something I’m up for every night of the week.”
Matthew laughed, burying his face against Nadine’s leg.
“Yes,” Dylan said. “We can give you a couple of nights a week to yourself to recover.”
“Do you two have refractory periods at all? I feel like you don’t.” Matthew shook his head, grinning.
“Maybe a couple of minutes,” he said with a shrug. “We’ll keep in mind that you’re a frail creature.”
“Hey!” Nadine aimed a weak swat at his leg and Matthew chuckled.
“You’ve got to be feeling pretty sore,” Dylan pointed out. “Even if you did spend most of the last…four hours being soaking wet.”
“Four hours?” Matthew looked at the alarm clock in the room and shook his head in disbelief. “Christ.”
“I really want a shower,” Nadine said musingly, “but I kind of feel like I don’t actually have any bones in my body anymore.”
“We can carry you, and hold you up,” Dylan suggested. “And then after that we’ll order some room service and then we’ll all sleep.”
“If we don’t fall asleep in the shower,” Matthew said. He felt deliciously exhausted, every ounce of stress he had ever felt in his life miraculously gone. “And tomorrow—or later today—we’ll deal with all the other bullshit. None of it for the rest of the night.”
“Deal,” Nadine said, raising a hand in approval. “Now, someone needs to help me get up and get clean.”