“You’re healed,” stated Clint.
“But how?” she asked as she turned her attention to her men as they lay on their backs in her bed at the ranch. They grinned as she ran her hands over their bodies, searching for injuries that didn’t exist, well except for a few red scar lines.
“We’re shifters. We healed,” said Brandon, who shrugged.
“I’m not, though,” she said, puzzled, for she still clearly remembered the burning pain of her injury.
“Yeah, well, about that. We had to bite you to save you.”
Josie gaped at them. “You did what?”
“It was the only way. You were dying. We couldn’t let that happen.”
“So, I’m a werewolf like you now?” she said, remembering what they’d told her.
“Not exactly,” Clint hedged.
Josie narrowed her eyes. “Explain.”
Brandon spoke first. “Um, how well do you know your parents?”
The words of the spider shifter came back to her, and her eyes widened. “My mother. He said she could shift into anything she wanted. But he claimed it was dormant in me.”
“Not anymore,” announced Clint.
“You mean, I can be any animal I want?”
“Yes, but you’ll probably have to practice. Don’t worry, we’ll help you learn.”
“Sounds good, but can we do it later. I’ve got something else I need to practice first.”
“What’s that?” asked Brandon, the carnal interest in his eyes matched by his rising cock.
Clint moved behind her and pushed aside her hair to kiss her nape. “I think Josie’s ready to try what we talked about.”
“Among other things.” Josie crooked her finger at Brandon, who came on his knees in front of her. His hard cock poked her in the belly, and a gushing warmth moistened her cleft.
She found his mouth with hers, initiating a kiss that had him panting in moments, probably because she’d also grabbed the throbbing shaft that jabbed her and stroked it. She broke the kiss and leaned her head back to offer her mouth to Clint. He kissed her hard as he slid his hands around her waist and up to cup her breasts.
Josie moaned when Brandon with his index finger found her clit and rubbed it. She lost control of the situation but didn’t care as they pushed her down onto the bed. She opened her eyes when she felt her arms pulled above her head and held in a strong grip. She gazed up at Clint who smiled wickedly at her. She returned his smile. Brandon, kneeling between her thighs, pushed her legs up and apart, exposing her. She couldn’t help the blush that stained her cheeks, and Clint chuckled.
“Oh, baby, you are so damned cute.”
She would have replied, but Brandon chose that moment to run his wet tongue up her silken slit. Her back arched, but the rest of her stayed locked, held down by her men who seemed determined to make this a moment to remember.
Brandon buried his face against her sex and lapped from her like a man parched. Josie panted and mewled, the exquisite strokes of his tongue driving her quickly mounting pleasure too high, too fast. She fought to hold on, to prolong the pleasure, but when Clint shifted his position and latched his mouth onto a tight nipple, the extra sensation was too much.
Her climax exploded, and she screamed.
Slowly, the waves calmed, but her body felt like a wire wound too tight. One erotic move and it would shatter again.
“That’s my girl,” murmured Clint before biting down on her nipple sending a pleasurable jolt down to her cunt.
Brandon between her thighs, his tongue still busy, groaned in agreement.
“Too much,” she finally managed to gasp. With a chuckle, Clint released her nipple and captured her lips instead.
Brandon ’s mouth stopped its torture as well, but only so he could change tactics. Something slapped against her clit, and Josie jumped, almost biting Clint.
Again and again, Brandon slapped and rubbed the head of his swollen cock across her clit. The fire they’d just sated built up again, and suddenly she found herself astride Clint, his rigid rod poking at her sex.
“Ride me, baby.” His smoky eyes held hers as he lifted her and seated her on his cock. Her channel, so wet, took his thick length easily and perched atop him, so deep.
Josie gasped and dug her fingers into Clint’s chest. From behind, Brandon cozied up to her back, the head of his prick poking at her back door. Clint distracted her by gripping her hips and sliding her forward, then back hard.
The motion bumped the head of his cock, buried deep, against her sweet spot. Back and forth he slid her, almost managing to distract her from the wet finger that probed at her rosette.
It felt strange, not bad exactly, but different. She felt a cold dribble down the crack of her cheeks, and wondered at it until the added lube allowed Brandon to pop his finger in.
“Oh.” She couldn’t prevent the gasp as her tight ring stretched to accommodate the intruding finger. Uncomfortable, she squirmed.
“Push out against it,” growled Brandon. She did and found the pressure eased somewhat. Before she could decide if she liked it or not, he popped a second in. She went still, really not sure anymore of this intrusion.
“Bend over and kiss him,” Brandon ordered, his voice strained.
Josie obeyed, leaning forward until her breasts brushed Clint’s chest. His head rose to meet hers and their lips joined in a scorching kiss. Bent forward like this exposed her back door, and Brandon used this to his advantage, working a third tight finger in. Her body had made the transition since the first probing digit from uncomfortable to exciting, erotically so. With Clint’s cock still sheathed in her sex, Josie found herself rocking back against the fingers in her second hole and enjoying it.
As if this were a signal, the fingers slipped out only to be replaced by something thicker. She lost herself in Clint’s kiss, trying to ignore the pushing pressure at her rosette. She did cry out when Brandon finally popped the head of his rod past the tight ring. Big and too tight, that was the only thing she could think of. Worry was forgotten as Clint thrust his hips up into her while Brandon reached under to twist and tweak her nipples.
Overwhelmed with pleasure, she relaxed, and Brandon eased his cock in to the hilt. Josie’s sex spasmed at the full sensation. Quivers that repeated as the guys set a rhythm where one withdrew while the other plowed in. Josie caught between their bodies, just enjoyed the ride.
How could she not? The rub of their skin against hers. The feel of Clint’s and Brandon’s mouths on her neck. The pleasing fullness of their thrusting cocks. The sensory overload of her g-spot being struck. Her body tightened, squeezing them, and as she hit the peak, they bit down on her neck while their cocks spurted hotly within her.
Pain. Pleasure. Heat. And incredible bliss. Josie didn’t have enough breath left to scream as the orgasm of all orgasms rolled over her. And over again. And…
It took her a while to come back down from such bliss, and when she did, she found herself sandwiched between them.
“Wow.”
Clint chuckled. “No kidding.”
“So, when are we going for a repeat?” joked Brandon.
Josie moaned. “Oh, my God, I don’t think I’ll ever move again.” At his chagrined look, she smiled mischievously. “But don’t worry. As soon as I convince my body to work again, I’m all for trying again.”
Laughter sounded as they all gave in to mirth. After all what wasn’t there to be happy about. Except for one nagging thing. And Josie, the new and improved Josie, found the courage to broach it first.
“I know we’re mated now and everything, but I wanted to say, mate or not, I…” She swallowed, and tears pricked her eyes as she bravely said the words in her heart. “I love you, Clint. And I love you, Brandon, and I am so glad you’ve chosen me as your mate, even if I’m not a wolf or a bombshell or…”
Clint placed a calloused finger on her lips and stopped her. “Oh baby, haven’t you figured it out yet? We love
