Scared of Spiders

so I can hear them coming.

“Little mouse, the things we want to do with you are far from gross, but they might be sticky, hot, and, I promise you, pleasurable.”

“I don’t understand what you want from me,” she blurted, unable to look them in the face and even more unable to stop the heat from spreading throughout her body.

“We want you,” answered Clint.

“By we, I assume you want to share me? Swap me back and forth like some trading card?”

“Well, we could take turns, I guess,” said Brandon, nuzzling her lobe. “But wouldn’t it be more fun if we both took care of you at once?”

Unbidden, an image of both men, touching her, pleasing her at the same time arose in her mind. Her breath caught, and she could not stop the blush that burned her skin nor the moisture that slicked her cleft.

Clint trailed kisses along her jaw. “Haven’t you figured it out yet? Human or not, you’re our mate, and we want you.”

“What does that mean?” she asked, her voice high-pitched as she fought the pleasurable sensations.

“We want to mark you, claim you as ours.”

“You mean bite?” she squeaked.

“Just a little nibble. We’d be in human form,” Clint said to reassure her. “There’d be no danger to your humanity.”

“But won’t it hurt?” Josie couldn’t believe they were even having the conversation. Welcome to the twilight zone where hunky men are werewolves who want to bite you and claim you as mate.

Brandon purred in her ear. “By the time we bite you, you’ll be riding our cocks caught in the throes of the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced.”

Josie’s breath caught in her throat as he vocalized her fantasy of a moment ago. Did he read my mind? “But…” The protest in her mouth died. Actually, it was captured by Clint’s mouth. While he caressed her parted lips, Brandon stroked the sensitive flesh behind her ear with his tongue. As sensual assaults went, she surrendered with their first attack.

She didn’t protest when they lay her down on the carpet. On either side, their male bodies pressed against her, the hardness of their desire poking into her sides. Josie kept her hands to herself, overwhelmed and unsure what she should do.

Her body knew what it wanted, though, and it arched of its own volition. A pair of hands, each large but different in texture, found their way up her shirt and squeezed her breasts. Josie gasped as they popped her globes free from her restricting bra and stroked calloused thumbs over the tips, which burgeoned into erect points.

A thick thigh inserted itself between her legs, and she wantonly rubbed her covered sex against it, the friction of the cloth separating still serving to heighten her arousal. The fabric of her shirt was pushed up, and a hot mouth latched onto her nipple. The sucking sensation, intense and jolting her aching cleft, made her cry out.

She wanted to open her eyes to watch, but the decadence of having two men pleasuring her kept them closed. A hand slid down to the front of her slacks, the material stretching just enough to accommodate the exploring hand. The brush of fingers across the damp material of her panties made her shudder.

“Oh, please,” she breathed, the pleading words rising unbidden. They answered her wanton plea. Her damp, cotton panties were pushed aside to allow access to a finger. Slowly, the calloused tip rubbed over her sensitized clit, drawing mewling cries from her.

The mouth devouring her breast kept up its sensual work, flicking and nipping at her engorged bud in time to the hand down her pants that stroked her wet folds. When the damp digits pushed into her, she let out a moan as her pelvic muscles clenched tight, her orgasm just a thrust or two away.

A clearing throat with a muttered “sorry to bother,” found her abruptly hand- and mouth-free. Josie opened her bleary, passion-glazed eyes to see both Clint and Brandon kneeling on one side of her, hiding her partially nude body from view.

Caught in a compromising situation, with not one but two men, Josie scrambled, mortified, to a seated position and righted her clothes. She didn’t pay attention to the low-timbered conversation until the end when she heard the words “we’ll have to get a cleaner in to clean up the blood and fix the window at her place.”

Are they talking about my apartment? “What happened?” she interjected.

Brandon didn’t answer her question as he turned to give her a hand to help her stand.

“Take care of Josie while I go check this out,” ordered Clint. His bright eyes gazed on her with longing, and he turned to walk away, only to whirl right back. He grabbed Josie around the waist and gave her a hard kiss. “Don’t worry, baby. You’re safe here.”

With those words, he did leave with Ralph, whom she recognized from work. Brandon slid an arm around her waist and guided her out of the living room-and away from her embarrassment. What was I thinking? Making love to two men at once and out in the open. Oh, my God, I can just imagine the rumors and snickers I’ll have to endure at work.

Once again, Brandon read her thoughts. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Says you,” she muttered darkly. “It’s different for men.”

“It’s different in packs,” he corrected. “Like we said before, it’s not uncommon for one woman to attract the attention of two or more men.”

“I’m human, remember. It seems strange to me.”

“Well, you’d better get used to the idea, because, my dear little mouse, you will be mated to Clint and I.”

“What if I don’t want to?” She acted contrary even as her body-and heart-screamed yes.

Brandon halted their progress up the hall and pinned her to the wall. “Don’t challenge me to prove you wrong,” he said, his mouth hovering close to hers.

“Everything’s happening so fast. I mean first I find out you’re werewolves. Then someone threatens me. And now you expect me to just swallow the fact that you and Clint intend to bite me and-and be intimate with me at the same time.” She couldn’t say it without blushing.

“You can’t tell me you don’t feel the same pull, the need to touch us, skin to skin.”

“Great, I’m a magnet for werewolves,” she grumbled.

“Only two,” he replied.

“And here I thought you liked me for me.”

His brown eyes gazed down at her, and he smiled gently. “What’s the difference? Some men are attracted by looks, others intelligence, and then there’s the ones who see a woman and instantly feel a connection. Does the root cause matter?”

Does it? “If it weren’t for this pull, you would never have looked at me twice.”

“Don’t be so sure,” he murmured, dipping his head down. “There are many things about you that I enjoy, Josie.”

His lips skimmed hers, reigniting the fire that, while banked at the interruption, still simmered beneath the surface.

Brandon broke the kiss before it went too far. “I’m needed outside. Stay inside where it’s safe.”

“When will you be back?”

“Soon. Why, did you want me to join you in bed later?”

A part of Josie-the wanton side-screamed ‘Yes!’, but her meek side, couldn’t bring itself to voice it aloud. That and she needed to think more on what they wanted from her and decide if she could handle it emotionally, because physically my body is all for it. It’s my heart I’m worried about.

Her answer must have shown in her face, for humor lit his eyes, and he brushed his knuckles across her cheek. “When you’re ready, we’ll be here for you. Dream of us.”

He walked away, and Josie bit her lower lip as she watched the sexy waggle of his ass receding.

I am such a ninny. Why did I say no?

Maybe because the one thing they’d both never said was what happened after the threesome and biting. Would they go on their merry way when they tired of her, breaking her heart?

Or even scarier, would they want a forever-after. Hey, dad, can you make two extra spots for Christmas dinner because I’m bringing home not one, but two boyfriends?