Chapter One
I made a half-hearted attempt to talk Marcus and Connor out of the idea of them both being inside of me at the same time, what Marcus called a triad ceremony, but the truth was that I didn't really want to be talked out of it. It wasn't the kind of thing that I would have ever initiated on my own, it was the kind of thing that scared me a little, but if my two alpha wolves were going to insist, if they thought it was the only way to save the little pack that we were trying to build... well I wasn't going to complain too loudly about it.
Still, I asked them to give me some time, because I felt like I needed to wrap my head around it. The way Marcus had described it to me it sounded like the ceremony would bind us together forever. Maybe it was the werewolf pack version of a marriage, I wasn't sure, but it felt like that, or at least what I imagined marriage felt like.
But then the two of them were at my door one night and they didn't need to say anything. The looks on their faces told me that it was time. I had been delaying and putting them off, but I could tell they weren't going to take any more excuses. It was then or never. So I smiled and went to them and together the three of us went to Marcus' room, none of us saying a word.
"I know you haven't been taking this decision lightly," Marcus said as he trailed a hand through my hair and around to the back of my neck, "but your mating heat is almost here. We can smell it coming. If we don't do this now it may never happen."
My mating heat. Could they really smell it? It was indeed that time of the year, but I wasn't feeling anything yet. Just the thought of it though, it gave me one more thing to worry about in that moment. What would it be like, to be going through my mating heat with two hot alpha wolves clawing my clothes off? I had always sequestered myself away from men during my time of the year, and especially from werewolves. Giving myself to them during that time would be yet another, deeper level of surrender to my wolf that I wasn't entirely sure I was ready for.
Connor approached me from behind so that I was the filling in a towering alpha werewolf sandwich. He seemed to sense my trepidation and knew just how to touch me to calm me right down. I closed my eyes and relaxed beneath their fingers and lips. I was allowed to surrender myself to these two. I trusted them. I just needed to keep reminding myself of it.
And then, slowly at first but with a need that aroused me more than any broad chest or steamy look, they undressed me and roamed my body with their hands. Two sets of lips, four hands and a great many fingers, all drinking in my body. It was spell binding, to be wanted like that. It made me feel complete in a way that almost made me want to cry.
Then they led me to the bed and it was like a dream. I seemed to float along, my eyes heavy and lidded, more focused on the ways they were touching my body and the musky odors of strong wolves.
Then, before I really knew what was happening, the two of them seemed to reach some unspoken agreement. They began to arrange themselves on the bed, Marcus behind me and Connor in front, both of them facing me in the middle. They made themselves as close as possible, so that I really was sandwiched between them, and had two big cocks pressed against me.
I knew, by the same unspoken look, that it was my turn now. I propped myself up on my knees and put my arms around Connor's big shoulders and neck. Marcus went first, making his cock wet by rubbing it along my moist lips, and then easing, very slowly, in to my ass, pulling me gently back down on to him, and I couldn't help but gasp at the strangeness of it. It wasn't bad, good in fact, better than I had expected, but it was also my first time, and it took me a minute to really relax and let Marcus slide his cock further inside of me.
Eventually though he was all the way in, and I could tell that Connor's patience was only holding on by a thread. He was
I made a half-hearted attempt to talk Marcus and Connor out of the idea of them both being inside of me at the same time, what Marcus called a triad ceremony, but the truth was that I didn't really want to be talked out of it. It wasn't the kind of thing that I would have ever initiated on my own, it was the kind of thing that scared me a little, but if my two alpha wolves were going to insist, if they thought it was the only way to save the little pack that we were trying to build... well I wasn't going to complain too loudly about it.
Still, I asked them to give me some time, because I felt like I needed to wrap my head around it. The way Marcus had described it to me it sounded like the ceremony would bind us together forever. Maybe it was the werewolf pack version of a marriage, I wasn't sure, but it felt like that, or at least what I imagined marriage felt like.
But then the two of them were at my door one night and they didn't need to say anything. The looks on their faces told me that it was time. I had been delaying and putting them off, but I could tell they weren't going to take any more excuses. It was then or never. So I smiled and went to them and together the three of us went to Marcus' room, none of us saying a word.
"I know you haven't been taking this decision lightly," Marcus said as he trailed a hand through my hair and around to the back of my neck, "but your mating heat is almost here. We can smell it coming. If we don't do this now it may never happen."
My mating heat. Could they really smell it? It was indeed that time of the year, but I wasn't feeling anything yet. Just the thought of it though, it gave me one more thing to worry about in that moment. What would it be like, to be going through my mating heat with two hot alpha wolves clawing my clothes off? I had always sequestered myself away from men during my time of the year, and especially from werewolves. Giving myself to them during that time would be yet another, deeper level of surrender to my wolf that I wasn't entirely sure I was ready for.
Connor approached me from behind so that I was the filling in a towering alpha werewolf sandwich. He seemed to sense my trepidation and knew just how to touch me to calm me right down. I closed my eyes and relaxed beneath their fingers and lips. I was allowed to surrender myself to these two. I trusted them. I just needed to keep reminding myself of it.
And then, slowly at first but with a need that aroused me more than any broad chest or steamy look, they undressed me and roamed my body with their hands. Two sets of lips, four hands and a great many fingers, all drinking in my body. It was spell binding, to be wanted like that. It made me feel complete in a way that almost made me want to cry.
Then they led me to the bed and it was like a dream. I seemed to float along, my eyes heavy and lidded, more focused on the ways they were touching my body and the musky odors of strong wolves.
Then, before I really knew what was happening, the two of them seemed to reach some unspoken agreement. They began to arrange themselves on the bed, Marcus behind me and Connor in front, both of them facing me in the middle. They made themselves as close as possible, so that I really was sandwiched between them, and had two big cocks pressed against me.
I knew, by the same unspoken look, that it was my turn now. I propped myself up on my knees and put my arms around Connor's big shoulders and neck. Marcus went first, making his cock wet by rubbing it along my moist lips, and then easing, very slowly, in to my ass, pulling me gently back down on to him, and I couldn't help but gasp at the strangeness of it. It wasn't bad, good in fact, better than I had expected, but it was also my first time, and it took me a minute to really relax and let Marcus slide his cock further inside of me.
Eventually though he was all the way in, and I could tell that Connor's patience was only holding on by a thread. He was
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