Falke’s Peak

Gunnar and Axel shouted in unison. Hot, tangy semen spurted into her mouth. She struggled to swallow every drop.

Axel quit moving except for the orgasmic pulse of his cock inside her pussy. In the next heartbeat, he pressed that finger deeper into her ass and pinched her clit at the same time. She fisted Gunnar and screamed as everything she ever thought she knew about sex flew out into the snow and she came so hard she was sure she’d die before it ended.

* * *

With no daylight filtering through the mountain of snow under which the cabin lay, it was impossible to determine the time. Axel’s left arm, the one with his watch around it, was firmly trapped under a sleeping Dakota.

You awake? Gunnar asked through their telepathic connection.

Maybe. Time?

Gunnar silently chuckled. Sorry, I might wear the collar as a cat, but I haven’t gotten the whole wristwatch thing down yet.

Smartass. Axel grinned. He was physically drained, willing to stay right here with Dakota and Gunnar, curled up with her warm, lithe body pressed between them. He yawned and let his eyes drift shut. What did time matter anyway? Everything was good right here.

I wasn’t sure what it would be like, Gunnar said.

Axel frowned. What what would be like? He wanted to drift back to sleep, but his brother was obviously feeling talkative.

Sharing. Being together with one woman. Over the years I’ve often wondered if we could really do it.

You mean, if you could actually do it, Axel said, then yawned again. I knew when the right woman came along, everything would work out. Just didn’t think it would be quite this soon, is all.

All the jealousy went away. It felt right.

It was right, brother. Shut up and go back to sleep.

The fire’s dying down. I think I’ll stoke it and put on some water to heat for Dakota when she wakes up.

Okay. You do that.

When Gunnar moved away from the other side of Dakota, she made a soft sound of displeasure then snuggled up closer to Axel. He wrapped his arms around her and tucked her head beneath his chin.

“Where’d he go?” she muttered against his chest.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. Just checking the fire.”

She pulled back a little and looked up. “Mmm.

Nice view,” she said with a soft smile curving her lips.

Axel turned his head to see what she meant and was greeted by his brother’s bare ass not far from his face.

Dakota giggled when Axel made a face and turned back toward her.

“Well, I like it.” She flopped over onto her back and pulled the blanket up to her neck. The move wasn’t one of modesty, Axel realized, when she tugged the blanket enough that it exposed his backside to the cool air of the cabin.

Underneath the cover, he skimmed his hand up her belly and cupped her breast. She gave a soft moan and closed her eyes. Her pretty lips parted slightly. He was just leaning down to kiss her when she said, “There’s seven of you, right? Six brothers and Heidi?”

Axel sighed and propped his head on his other hand. Time to talk, not kiss. “Mmm-hmm.” But he couldn’t take his hand from her softly firm breast, especially when her nipple tightened ever so slightly at his touch.

“And you, uh…how many of you were born at the same time? You all looked so alike. Are you…did your mother have all of you at once?”

Gunnar moved to the couch, where they’d dropped their clothes earlier, and pulled on a pair of jeans. “No.

There were quadruplets first. Then triplets. Heidi is the youngest, born with Sindre and Torsten.”

“And that’s normal for you? So many children born at once?”

“Yes. Between two and four babies per litter,” Axel said.

“You’re born babies…not kittens?”

He chuckled. Her gaze told him she worried she might offend them, but he wasn’t surprised by her curiosity. It was a valid question for those unfamiliar with shifters, which of course accounted for most of the human race. “We don’t reach our catamount maturity until puberty, so we can’t shift until then.

We’re normal little kids, human in all regards save one. Our only gift as youngsters is our telepathic ability, and that doesn’t really manifest until language is learned.”

“Telepathy, which your mother didn’t have because she was human, right? Poor woman.”

Gunnar turned and grinned. “We were forbidden from using it when she was around. House rules.”

“What about your sister? Will she have a whole bunch of shifter babies at once?”

Gunnar grabbed the big water pot off the hearth and headed for the door.

Axel answered, “Only if she hooks up with a catamount shifter, but we’re rather few and far between. Our family unit is uncommon.”

Dakota looked from Axel to Gunnar’s back as he opened the front door, then back at Axel. “There’s more like you out there?”

“Yes, but most males of our race are loners. They don’t mate for life, and if they are alone, they cannot impregnate a woman unless she carries the catamount gene. Females aren’t born to catamounts very often.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “It’s just the way it is. We don’t question certain things, because who would answer?

We can’t be genetically tested for fear of being found out. We live our lives in secret because it’s the only way to survive without becoming some lab experiment.”

“But you exposed yourselves to me.”

“We did,” he admitted softly.

“Because my life was in danger.” She dropped her gaze to his chest.

“True, but also because deep down we wanted you to know. We trust you.”

“I won’t tell a soul. I swear. Gunnar saved my life.”

He didn’t bother to tell her that the house hadn’t collapsed; therefore his brother hadn’t saved her life, at least not from the avalanche. Gunnar hadn’t needed to expose himself to her. But he understood his brother’s way of thinking. There had been danger, and secrets be damned. Gunnar wasn’t about to let the one woman they could both love be killed.

“And if your life hadn’t been in danger and we’d showed you what we were?” Gunnar said, shutting the door behind him and carrying the pot full of snow across the room to the fire. “What then? Is your vow of secrecy only out of gratitude because your life was in danger?”

Dakota turned her head and looked at Gunnar.

“Would you really have shown me otherwise?”

“Yes,” both Gunnar and Axel said in unison without a second’s hesitation.

Her mouth dropped open in obvious surprise.

“Seriously?”

Gunnar set the cooking pot on the hearth to warm.

Then he sat down on the other side of her from Axel and touched his fingers to her cheek in a tender caress.

“I was only waiting until we were off the mountain. I wanted you to know me. Not me pretending to be my brother.”

She looked back and forth between them, and then a frown furrowed her brow. “You need to share a woman,” she said hesitantly, “because you need both your sperm to impregnate her.”