Soon, Ali relaxed and began to move, ever so fucking slowly, as Holt carefully finger-fucked her ass to stretch her open and coat her with lube.
“How’s it feel, sweetheart? Fucked by Theo while I open your ass up? Handcuffed and restrained and at our mercy?”
She milked me, and I felt her get wetter even through the condom.
Sweat beaded on my brow, and I wasn’t sure if I could last at this pace. It was like the sweetest torture.
All the while, Ali moaned, gasped, and cried out our names.
I felt it when Holt pulled his hand free. “It’s time.” With a hand on her back, he nudged her down and onto me, her hands once again going over my head.
“Please, I want to touch you.”
I could deny her nothing. Holt shifted off the bed, grabbed the key to the handcuffs and opened them, dropping the metal onto the top of the bed.
Ali’s hands were back on my chest, stroking me, touching me.
“Fuck, get in our female, Holt,” I ordered.
Ali laughed, and I thrust deep.
Yeah, she might be the one with all the power, but she’d know whom she belonged to.
Me. Holt. Forever.
ALI
Oh. My. God.
Sexy fun times with these two was amazing. But this? This was different. They’d used the handcuffs to restrain me, but it had turned intense really quickly. I couldn’t believe Holt had denied me my orgasm to have a heart-to-heart talk. But now I knew they loved me. Both of them. And I’d said the words in return.
I hadn’t known them long. Only a few days. It was insane what had happened in that time. So much. Too much for a normal relationship.
We weren’t normal. The three of us were forging our own way. Even in bed. Sex would never be vanilla, or Tab A and Slot B kind of action.
No, it appeared it was going to be Tab A and Tab B in Slot A and Slot B.
Crazily enough, I wanted it.
Holt had taken his time prepping my ass to take his big dick, although I still had to question if it would fit.
But Theo was in my pussy, buried deep, and they’d played with me, worked me up. It seemed fucking Theo was foreplay for Holt taking my ass.
Instead of his fingers that had been stretching me before, I felt the hard press of his cock. I stilled, braced. He leaned forward and kissed my shoulder, grazing his teeth over the spot. “Shh. Breathe.”
I did as his growly voice said and exhaled, then relaxed against Theo. I shifted so I could look down at him. As Holt began to work his way into me, I held Theo’s blue eyes. He was my anchor.
I winced and moaned, wiggled and clenched my fingers on Theo’s chest.
“Oh!” I cried as Holt popped inside.
Theo squeezed my hips as I was sure he felt it too.
“God, it’s so full. I—”
“Just wait, sweetheart,” Holt growled.
I felt a cool drizzle of more lube where he and I were joined, the slide of his finger as he coated himself, then he slid in a little further.
“Fuck, I’m not going to make it,” Theo admitted.
I arched my back and canted my hips back as Holt bottomed out in me.
“I… are you in?” I asked when he stilled.
He didn’t answer, only pulled back. Theo thrust up.
All three of us exclaimed at the shift.
Then they switched directions, and I lost it. My mind went blank, gave over to the feel of them inside me. I’d never been so full, so stretched. So… open.
I couldn’t go anywhere, pretty much skewered by their huge dicks. I didn’t need restraints to be kept between them. I couldn’t have moved if I’d tried.
They fucked me at a slow, careful pace. “Oh… I… yes—I’m… two. Oh God,” I said.
The sensations and feelings built and built until I clenched down and let go.
“I’m coooommmmiinnngggg!” I cried, only seeing bright lights behind my eyelids. My skin bloomed with sweat, my toes curled. My fingers dug into flesh. I couldn’t focus on who grunted. Who growled. Who thrust and who pulled back.
I felt them tense, press deep and then—
Exquisite, sharp pain in my shoulders. Then bliss. An orgasm unlike any other.
Their teeth were in me. Claiming me. Marking me at the same time as I felt their seed fill me—Holt’s deep in my bottom, and Theo’s in the condom buried deep in my pussy.
They pulled back and licked at the marks I’d always have to remind me of this moment, but I didn’t think further. I only felt. As my mates gently cared for me, I drifted into a deep, delicious slumber.
19
HOLT
“Are you sure you don’t want to run with the pack?” Ali asked as we drove to the pack lodge for the full moon potluck. She sat between Theo and me with a large pan of fresh baked brownies on her lap.
We’d picked her up at the ranch, and planned to forgo running for the monthly full moon to stay with her. This would be her first introduction to everyone—she’d only met Nash, Cord and Rachel so far—and not knowing how well she’d be received put the two of us on edge.
Not that we’d mentioned a word of that to Ali.
It had been a week since her father’s arrest, and she’d had a lot on her plate, running the ranch with only her employees for help while dealing with the stress of her father’s problems with the law.
Jenkins had cooperated fully, giving detailed information on Tim Hollaroy’s operation, which included nearly two dozen meth-cooking trailers scattered throughout the valley on ranch land. Hollaroy had roped Jenkins into participating after a few joint business dealings had gone south. Where Hollaroy had cash on hand to tolerate the loss, Jenkins hadn’t wanted to risk his property, and had borrowed from Hollaroy. That move had been to Hollaroy’s advantage. The bastard had seen an opportunity to use Jenkins, blackmailing him and forcing him to host meth lab sites on his land. Jenkins hadn’t felt like he’d had much choice, especially once he realized he’d be the guilty one having the mini-factory on his property. He’d be the guilty one, just as Ali had when Hollaroy had forced her to shoot us.
Hollaroy had kept his hands clean while pulling the puppet strings. So clean that he’d never put a trailer on his own land, only others’.
As for Jenkins now, Theo had already brokered a deal to get him off with a shorter prison sentence in exchange for his testimony against Hollaroy. There was no way we could allow him to get away with just a slap on the wrist. That had happened with his fucking wolf tracking and shooting. Not only had it been illegal, but the way he’d gone about it had shown he was callous and his morals were for shit.
I knew Ali wouldn’t be thrilled about her dad going to jail, but in our role as lawmen, we wanted him to have actual consequences for his actions. While it was up to a judge and jury—or at least a lawyer making plea deals—we hated to see criminals get away with crimes, especially since it was our job to investigate and find the evidence of their guilt.
Perhaps the lack of these consequences was what had led Jenkins to this point in the first place. As shifters, we had to make it right with the pack. To give them at least some level of justice, even if it was a little late.
Theo had gone back to Cheyenne for a week to put in his notice and wrap things up with his job, but I’d gone down to the ranch every afternoon to help Ali where I could. She’d found it more hilarious than helpful when it came to me and ranch tasks. Fortunately, to make up for my shortcomings, I’d spent the nights pleasuring her—which I was very good at.