Wolf Bargain (Wolfish 3)

“But they’re good questions,” he says reassuringly as he comes to take hold of my other free hand.

“Let’s all go back to the cabin to talk, okay?” Rory says. “It’s a lot of new things to figure out, and I’m betting that you probably have even more questions than that, don’t you?”

I nod my head because I actually do. I just didn’t want to ramble on any more than I already have.

“Oh look,” I say as we near the end of the path and are almost back at the cabin. “It’s the Queen Anne’s Lace I was thinking I wanted my wedding dress to look like.” I reach down to pick off one of the ivory flowers from its tall stem and hold it up for the boys to see.

Their eyes burn feverishly as I can see the thoughts behind them of me wearing nothing but revealing lace.

When we walk inside the cabin, their eyes are still flaring. I can not only see the yearning within them, I can feel it.

We all climb up the ladder to my loft because it’s the most comfortable place in the little cabin, even with all four of us curled up practically on top of each other. I lay back against Rory as he leans up against the wall of the loft near the window, and Kaleb and Marlowe lie on either side of me.

“Okay,” Rory says. “Let’s answer them for you one at a time.”

The cool air coming in through the window mixes with the warm heat radiating off of their bodies and I am lulled into an intoxicating comfort.

“Question one; will we get jealous when you’re with one of us and not the other? Probably, yes. But we all love you and we all want you. We all know how much it would kill any one of us not to be with you, and because of that we’re willing to share.”

“Share? That easily?” I shake my head, letting my eyes wander up to the trees visible up through the skylight.

Rory shrugs.

“The three of us are bonded to each other too, obviously not in the same way, but in a way that allows the four of us to be together in a sort of playful rivalry that will probably have moments of jealousy, but more moments of intimacy to make up for it. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah,” I answer him, after another second. “It does.” I feel every nerve ending on my skin stand up as Kaleb and Marlowe both run their hands over my body as we lie against each other in the bed.

“I’ll take the second question,” Kaleb says. I can sense mischief brewing behind his curved lips. “I think it was something about what happens if we’re all together at once, right?”

I get ready to answer him, but before I can, I notice that all three of them shift and move slightly. I feel as though suddenly, the answer to my question is about to be demonstrated instead of answered.

There’s a feeling of euphoric delirium as I feel all three guys enclose around me at once.

Rory is still beneath me and I can feel him swelling against the back of my thighs and press against my body as his arms wrap around the front of my waist. Kaleb leans over from beside me and places his weight on his arm as he brings his face down to mine and puts his mouth over my lips until our tongues touch and push into each other’s open mouths.

And Marlowe climbs onto my body and positions himself between my thighs as he keeps all of his weight off of me except for the heavy, throbbing mass between his legs. I am overcome by sensation as I kiss Kaleb and let my hands reach both behind me to pull Rory’s body closer to mine, and in front of me to press against Marlowe’s chest as he hovers above me.

I am so lost in Kaleb’s kiss that I almost don’t notice when Marlowe gently lowers my hand down from his chest to his torso, and then further down along his waist and into his pants. I almost forget that I have sweatpants on, ones that are easily slid down as Marlowe’s hand moves and slides them over my waist.

I feel all three men moving against me and I am so caught-up I the arousal of it all, that it isn’t until Marlowe lets out a small audible moan, that I feel Rory sit up abruptly behind me and pull my body toward him and out from underneath Marlowe.

Kaleb looks at him with blazing eyes, fueled with the heat of passion, and Marlowe stares with eyes pent-up with a fiery angst as I look to see his bare and engorged self just seconds away from having pushed into me.

All four of us are panting with heady breaths and I don’t think any of us wanted to stop, including Rory.

“We’ve waited this long,” Rory says between labored, heaving breaths. “We damned better wait just a little bit longer.”

If it hadn’t been for Rory pulling on his last bit of self-restraint. We would have all made love at that moment—and ruined everything.

Still, it’s not easy for everyone to pull back, even me.

Here I am in my comfortable loft with three gorgeous and powerful wolf-shifters who will soon be my mates, and each of them visibly ready to make love to me. I want all three of them, right now.

Marlowe slides my pants back up and puts himself back into his, although not without difficulty. After we all settle back down into a snuggled, albeit more steamed-up position than before, Kaleb leans over to look in my face again.

“Does that answer your question?” he asks.

And it does.