Bringing Her Home

Bringing Her Home S. Michael All rights reserved. Copyright ©2011 S. Michael ISBN: 978-1-60521-606-5 Formats Available: HTML, Adobe PDF, EPub MobiPocket, Microsoft Reader Publisher: Changeling Press LLC PO Box 1046 Martinsburg, WV 25402-1046 www.ChangelingPress.com Editor: Katriena Knights Cover Artist: Karen Fox

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Bringing Her Home S. Michael Spoiled and beautiful, Kelsi is the daughter of the former pack leader. Now that he’s stepped down, it’s time for her to choose a mate. She has two different males in her sights and she cares for both of them. Keifer is the smaller of the two, slender and lovely, sweet and kind, and he looks at her with adoration in his eyes. Gage, on the other hand, is big and buff, hot and possessive, and his gaze fills her with heat. How’s a girl to choose? Wolves mate for life, so where does that leave werewolf Kelsi when she stumbles on the two of them in bed together? It looks like she’s had the choice made for her. Shocked and hurt, she runs from the pack lands. Gage and Keifer are determined to find Kelsi. When they do, they’ll do whatever it takes to convince her they’re not complete on their own…

Prologue Kelsi shook her hair out, straightened her blouse. “I’m going to see Kiefer and Gage, Daddy!” Her father growled softly from his chair beside the fire, a heavy book open in his shaking hands, his head bowed. “Be good, daughter.” She giggled softly, bounding over to love on him. “Silly Daddy. I’m not a little girl anymore.” “Until you choose your mate, daughter, the pack sees you as a child.” He hugged her, stroked her long hair. “And you’ll always be my baby.” She cuddled in, breathing in the familiar scent of home and family and pack. She could still smell Mom on him, barely, and the scent made her breath catch. “Shh. Shh.” Daddy patted her, easing her, and Kelsi told herself to stop it, to stop being so fucking selfish. Daddy’d lost his mate, the pack had lost their Alpha female. Still. Mom. “Choose your mate, baby girl. It’s time.” “I don’t know how, Daddy.” Kiefer was sweet, dear, sensitive. He stroked her ego, let her have her way and made her happy when he smiled. Gage, though. Gage made her ache a little, made her furious. Made her want to bite him. How was she supposed to choose? She wasn’t going to. She was going to ask them to do it. They’d both made love to her -- Kiefer first, gently. Then Gage, months later, making her scream into the trees. “You’d better figure it out. I don’t want to have to make the match for you.” “No. No, I don’t want you to have to, either. I will. I promise. By the end of the week.” Daddy nodded. “Soon, baby girl. My time is coming.”

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“Shh. Don’t say that.” She knew. They followed their mates, and it had been almost a year that Daddy had been fighting the moon, Mom’s call, just for her. “I need you.” “Why do you think I’m still here?” He growled softly. “Choose, Kelsi.” “I will. I promise.” She nodded, kissed his cheek. “I’m going to see the boys. I’ll be back soon.” She didn’t know what to do. Sweet was good, but she couldn’t resist Gage’s need. She was never going to survive this. Never. She made her way to Kiefer’s little cabin near the edge of the forest. She’d get him, then they’d go to Gage’s big house. She’d never had to make such a hard decision, never, and to know Daddy would leave her… Still, it was important, to publicly make a choice between her laughing friend and her growling suitor. Surely they’d help her. There was no answer when she knocked, but the door was open so she let herself in. “Kief? You home?” She kept her voice pitched low, in case he was sleeping. She loved the way Kiefer woke up, all soft and happy. Her fingers trailed along the back of Kiefer’s sofa, the leather cool to the touch. There was a noise from the bedroom and she headed that way, eager now to be there when her smiling suitor woke. A low moan stopped her at the partially open door -- a higher pitched gasp had her peeking around it. Kiefer was there, but he wasn’t alone, wasn’t just waking up. No. He was… oh. Oh. His thighs were spread wide, arms around broad, tanned shoulders that were painfully familiar. She could see a heavy, dark cock pushing inside, could hear Kiefer moan out Gage’s name. Now that she was closer, she could hear their flesh slapping together. “Kiefer.” Gage growled out Kief’s name, and then they kissed. It was a hot, openmouthed kiss, like Gage was going to devour Kiefer whole. Gage’s hand was wrapped around Kiefer’s hip, fingers digging in, bruising. “Yes. Yes, harder. So fucking good, mate.” Mate.

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Oh. That was the word that let her tug her eyes away, back through the cabin. She didn’t have to choose now, not at all. They’d chosen, just like she’d wanted them to. She was the biggest idiot in the pack. She backed out the door, then headed home at a dead run. Daddy. She needed to talk to her daddy. She had to talk to her daddy. She burst through the front door, calling for her father, her heart broken. There as no answer as she made her way to the hearth. He was there, sitting in his chair where she’d left him, eyes closed, hands wrapped around the chair’s arms. “Daddy?” She reached out, touched his still arm. “Daddy, no. No, please. You can’t.” He didn’t move; his eyes didn’t open. He… he wasn’t breathing. Kelsi sobbed softly, head bowed. “Oh, Daddy. I was wrong. I was so wrong. They don’t want me. There’s no mate for me.” No mate. No family. No pack. Kelsi looked at the book, fallen to the floor, pages browning from the heat of the fire. Nothing. She had nothing. Kelsi swallowed hard, then bent to grab Daddy’s book. It would fit in her bag. “Love you, Daddy. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” All Daddy had asked was that she mate and… Out. She had to get out. She had to get out before people found out and started asking questions.

Chapter One “Order up, Kel! Come on, girl. Move your ass!” Kelsi nodded, hurrying to the window. “I’m here. Table six needed more coffee.” Ed growled. “I don’t give a fuck, girlie. Hurry up.” She grabbed the burger, and the eggs, stacking plates on her arm. She’d picked up the late-night shift a few weeks ago. Between it, the greeter position at WalMart, and the hours cleaning at the hotel, she was starting to save a little money. Now if she could just keep it going during the full moon, fight the change one more month, she’d have enough to put a down payment on a trailer, have a more private place backing onto a field. She nearly dropped the plates when she first smelled it. A male. Here. In the restaurant. She didn’t look, though. If she was lucky, he wouldn’t notice her. If he did, Ed had a huge butcher knife in the kitchen and, as big as an asshole as he was, he’d proven he would use it. “I just sat the biggest hunk to ever walk in here at one of your tables,” Minnie told her. “You can thank me later.” “Thanks.” Great. She passed out plates, then headed over to the table in the back, refusing to make eye contact. “What can I get you to drink?” “No hello, Kel?” Her heart stopped in her chest, before it started racing, trying to tear its way out of her rib cage. Damn it, that was Gage’s low, sexy voice. “What do you want to drink?” What the hell was he doing here? “We need to talk.” “About what?” She met his eyes. It had been eighteen months since she’d run. Eighteen months, hundreds of miles, and twenty pounds ago, she’d been a spoiled little brat of a girl. She was a woman now.

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“About you coming home to the pack.”

“No. Coffee?”

“You ran away. It’s time to come home.”

“No. There’s nothing to come home to. I have a life here.”

“Kel! Order up!”

She turned and headed back to the window, fighting her tears with everything

she had. What the hell was Gage doing here? He had his mate, had the pack. Why hadn’t he just left her alone? He was still there after she’d served her table. “I’d like to get some service here.” “Okay. Okay, what do you want? Coffee? Coke? Burger? Eggs?” Her hands were trembling a little, pen jittering over her pad. “When are you finished here?” God, his eyes were intense, staring right into her. “My shift here is over at six, and then I start at WalMart at seven.” “Six? That’s another seven hours.” He shook his head. “Come with me now.” “What? I can’t. I need this job.” He banged his fist on the table. “You need to come home.” She jumped. “That’s not my home! Go back to your mate and leave me alone!” His voice lowered, became somehow more dangerous. “My mate?” “Yes. I saw you both. Together.” Gage’s eyebrows drew together. “That’s why you ran away.” “I didn’t have any reason to stay. I needed to get out on my own. Find my own mate. What do you want to drink?” “You need to come with me. Kief’s out there, waiting for us.” Oh. Gage had brought his lover. Someone must have sent them for her. She shook her head. “I’m not interested.” “You saw us together and, instead of asking, you made assumptions, and like a spoiled little brat turned tail and ran.” “Gage.” Kiefer’s voiced sounded from right beside her. She jumped, then jerked away, hips banging into another table.

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“Watch it! Jesus!” “S… sorry.” “Kel? You okay?” Minnie came over, pushed between her and the boys. “You assholes giving our little sweetheart problems?” Kelsi didn’t wait for an answer. She didn’t wait for anything. She hit the door at a dead run.

*** Gage growled as Kiefer made nice to the hostess. Standing, he grabbed Kiefer’s elbow. “We have to go.” She was running again, and it had taken them eighteen months to find her this time. If she got away from them now, who knew how long it would be before they found her again? “Did you have to snarl at her?” Kiefer headed out the door, nostrils flaring. “She’s lost weight. And she looks tired.” He stalked out alongside Kiefer. “She looks edible,” Kiefer growled happily, nose to the air. “This way.” She’d headed into a field. “It’s taken us eighteen months to find her, and she wouldn’t even look at me.” He was still pissed off that she’d run away, that she’d stayed away. She was theirs, damn it. “Did she say why?” Kiefer was tracking hard. She was moving fast, careful. Wily. Their playful girl had become wily. “She knew we were together. She saw us.” And instead of confronting them, talking to them, she’d run away. Made life harder for herself. It made him want to growl and snarl. He followed Kiefer, trusting his mate’s nose. “Oh. The day Keller died?” “I think so. That’s when she left.” Maybe that’s why she hadn’t confronted them. They would have been there for her. They would have stood by her. They would have claimed her together, made her theirs and kept her sweet little body busy for the next hundred years.

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Instead they’d spent the last eighteen months chasing her down, following false leads and wasting time. Kiefer paused, nose in the air, and Gage growled. “Did you lose her?” Kiefer bared his teeth, hushed him, pointed low. Hiding. She knew she couldn’t outrun them, so she was hiding. Smart girl. It wasn’t going to keep her from them, but it was a good try. He pointed to Kiefer and made splitting motions with his hands. They’d approach her from either side. Kiefer nodded, headed around her to flush her out. He kept his eyes glued to her hiding spot, watching for sign of any movement. She waited longer than he’d thought she would, then she moved, low and fast, just to his right. He might not have even noticed if he hadn’t been watching so carefully. With a low growl, he pounced. She yelped, leaping out of his way, leaving him with a piece of her skirt in his hand, so he ran after her, his legs swallowing up the distance between them. Kiefer took her from the side, arm wrapping around her waist. He pulled her up against his chest, arms circling her and Kiefer both. “Leave me alone!” Kiefer’s eyes were glowing a bright, warm gold, teeth bared. “Mates…” “We can’t do that.” Shifting here and now wasn’t going to solve anything. He kissed Kiefer, hard, and then took her mouth, their teeth clicking from the force of their kiss. Fuck. Fuck, yes. Their girl. He snarled, need hitting him square in the balls. He pressed against her, pushing her into Kiefer. He wanted to take her here and now. “Let me go.” Kiefer’s fingers tangled in her hair, bared Kel’s pale throat. “We can’t.” “You’re coming with us.” He leaned in and nosed along her throat, breathing her in. “No. I have a life here.”

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“Don’t make us turn you over our knees, Kel.” Kiefer was vibrating, happiness and relief pouring off the man. “Fuck you both.” “That’s the plan, Kelsi.” Gage found his spot, biting her neck. Marking her. He heard Kiefer’s growl from the other side of her, Kiefer’s mouth landing on her neck, too. His fingers found Kiefer, and he held on to them both as they marked their girl. Kelsi moaned, vibrating between them, and the scent of her need made him weak. He leaned back, admiring his mark on her neck, then he licked it. Kiefer moaned low. “Baby, we need you. You want us.” She shook her head. Little liar. “Be good to him, Kel. He’s the nice one.” Kiefer nuzzled her. “One night. Let us love you for one night, baby. We’ve searched for months.” “Why?” Gage growled at her. “Because you’re ours.” “You’re mates. I needed to go.” “Shh. Baby, one night.” Kiefer was rumbling, vocalizing softly, and Gage could see how she responded to it. That was Kief’s super power. Easing nerves. Gage kept his mouth shut, though he couldn’t keep from growling a little. “I have to be at work at seven…” Working. Their girl. Fuck. “If it’s what you want, I’ll get you there. I promise.” He growled again. He wasn’t promising that he wouldn’t drag her out of there right after. “You promise?” Kiefer nodded, fingers stroking one full breast, playing with her stiff nipple. “We need you, baby.”

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“And you need us.” Gage grabbed her hand and headed for the car. If she wouldn’t let them into her place, they’d get a hotel room. “I… I… One night.” She stumbled after them. Kief nodded. “Where’s your house?” “I’m… There’s a hotel. Down the road.” A hotel. Their girl who should have been living in their home in the country. “Right or left?” he demanded as they hit the street. “Just to the left there, so I can walk to work.” “You need to come home.” “This is home.” They pulled into a motel that looked like it had been through a guerilla war, drunks on the sidewalks, whores working the stairs. “No, it isn’t.” He pulled her past it all and down the hall. “What number?” “205.” They climbed a set of terrifying stairs, Kiefer whining softly at the smells. “How can you live here?” He almost didn’t want to stay. It was close, though, and they were a long way from home. “I can afford it.” She pulled keys from her apron, worked the door open. As soon as she had, he shoved her in, pulling Kiefer in along with them. This room smelled of their girl -- her hair, her body, her -- and he heard Kiefer’s happy bark. That was his sweet horndog. Of course he was the one who took her mouth, the kiss hard and demanding. Her dark hair fell over his arm, her breasts pressing against his chest. God, she was sexy. And all theirs. So long. He’d waited so long for this. Maybe too long. Groaning, he pushed her up against the door, rubbing hard. Kiefer’s hands were moving over them, untying and tugging, baring. Thank God for his mate because Gage himself was being ruled by the beast, his urges driving him to finally claim her.

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Gage grabbed her, lifted her along the door as soon as Kiefer had her bra off, needing to taste, to bite and lick and lap those tempting nipples. To suck them into his mouth and feel them stiffen. He bit at the flesh of her right breast and then wrapped his tongue around her nipple. Kelsi groaned, one leg wrapping around his waist. He could feel her, wet and hot against him. Kiefer slid a hand between them, guiding Gage’s prick to her pussy. Gage thrust, his cock sliding along her lips before tilting slightly and moving into her wetness. Kelsi stilled, stared at him, the connection between them snapping into place almost audibly. He’d never lose her again. He pressed in deeper, then pulled most of the way out, then in again. And again, holding her gaze the whole time. He growled deep, watching her eyes dilate. “Mine.” He growled out the word. “My mate. My girl.” She shook her head, but she never looked away from him. “Tell her, Kief.” “You’re ours.” Kiefer was right there, rumbling softly. “Ours. We were waiting to make our claim. We’re going to keep you. Touch you everywhere. Mark you.” “Not letting you stay.” “We’re not staying here.” Neither was she. They were all going home together. Her lips opened, but he thrust in deep, grunting as he rubbed against Kiefer, who was touching their girl, fingers playing her clit, stroking it. He knew she could feel it, the bond growing between them. It didn’t matter how much she fought it, it was right. Kiefer moaned, tongue on her shoulder, Gage’s jaw. “Mates.” “Yes.” He grabbed Kiefer’s neck, moved his head so they could kiss. Their tongues tangled as he pushed into her. Her cunt jerked and squeezed around him as he fucked Kiefer’s lips with his tongue. “Mine,” he growled, meaning the both of them. They were his. And that was it. “Yes.” Kiefer bit Gage’s bottom lip, tugged.

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“No.” Kelsi jerked on him.

Gage growled at her, pushed in harder, moved faster. She couldn’t deny this.

Kiefer nuzzled her neck, whispering, fingers moving faster. “Going to keep you.

Love you. Make you scream. Make you ours. Our mate.” “Listen to him.” Kiefer had the words Gage didn’t know how to say, knew how to translate his growls. His hips snapped. He could feel his orgasm barreling down. “Shh. Harder. Harder. I need.” She screamed for him, spine arching, nails digging into his shoulders. It made him growl and Gage pushed in harder, slamming her up against the door. Her wet folds bathed his prick in her juices, and the scent of her made him howl. His hips pulsed over and over, and he could feel Kiefer’s fingers moving, matching his rhythm. Her lips parted, cheeks flushed a dark pink. Yes.

“Give in, Kelsi. You’re mine. Mine.” He bit her lower lip.

“Fuck. Fuck…” Her sweet cunt clenched around him.

“That’s it. Come on. Show me. Show me now.” The words were little more than

growls, pushing out of him. Kelsi cried out, muscles rippling around him as she came for them. “Yes! Yes!” Gage thrust in a few more times before filling her with his seed, marking her as his. She belonged to them now. Well, she always had, but now everyone would know. Now his come was in her, marking her. He stared her right in the eye. “Mine.” Then he looked at Kiefer and repeated the word. They were his. Both of them. Kiefer nodded, hummed, the sound happy. “Yours.” Kelsi pushed out and away from him, making a beeline for the bathroom. Kief pounced on her, halfway there, mouth on hers, cock turgid, heavy. “Don’t leave him wanting, Kelsi. He needs you, too.”

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“Baby.” Kiefer was ravenous, growling and licking, cock sliding against her skin as the man eased her onto the bed. Gage watched, hand on his cock, stroking himself. He could see Keifer’s fingers pushing inside her, thumb working her clit, refusing to let her relax. Groaning, he approached them, watching Kiefer’s mouth slide on hers. “Going to keep you.” “Not.” Kiefer snarled, heavy blond head against her breast. “Yes. Going to make you come, and we’re taking you home.” “That’s right. You tell her, Kiefer.” “No. Stop talking. Just kiss me, Kief.” Kiefer chuckled. “Going to bring you home.” “That’s right. I’m taking you both home. And I’ll tie you up if I have to, to keep you there.” Kel shoved Kiefer off, growling low. “I said no.” Gage growled. “He’s as much your mate as I am.” “Exactly, not at all!” Kiefer rumbled softly, one finger sliding down the center of Kelsi’s chest. “If I’m not your mate, then my touch won’t matter.” Kelsi nodded, moaned. “Th… that’s right.” Gage chuckled. Kiefer had her.

Chapter Two Kiefer vibrated. He had both his mates here. Now. With him. He couldn’t understand how Kelsi could deny this -- the air was practically screaming with it. She couldn’t deny her body, though. “If we’re not mates, and it doesn’t mean anything, I shouldn’t be able to make you come with a single finger.” He could, though. All his instincts were at full alert, telling him exactly what he needed to do to get her off. He could feel Gage, looming and large and perfect beside him. “We’re not mates.” She was beautiful -- perfect and tiny and soft and luscious, heated and scented with his Gage. He’d never loved her more, never needed her more. So how could she keep saying that with a straight face? “Then no matter what I do, you’ll be able to resist.” Keifer reached out and touched the tip of his finger to one luscious nipple. The skin drew up, dark and engorged, begging for his touch. “I hate you, both of you.” He chuffed softly. She was scared, tired, overwhelmed, and needed her men to care for her. It was the Way. “We love you, too,” growled Gage, and Kiefer could have cheered. It wasn’t an easy thing for his big, bad lover to say. “We do.” Keifer’s finger circled her nipple, drew a slow, lazy circle. “That day, when you ran, we’d come to your father to tell him we wanted you.” “Liar.” “He’s not!” Gage growled. The defense of Kiefer immediate. Fierce.

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“I bet you were so scared, baby. So lost.” He’d howled for days, both of them insane with worry. It had been Gage that had saved him, made it possible to search for her. “But you don’t ever have to be lost again. You’re so beautiful.” His finger slipped down, feeling her breast. One day it would be swollen with milk for their babies. Kelsi shook her head, closed her bright eyes and hid away. “Not your mate. Go away. Leave me alone.” “You belong to us both.” Gage snarled the next words, “You’re ours.” Kiefer reached back and patted Gage’s hip with his free hand, then he concentrated on the feel of Kelsi’s silky skin as he stroked her belly. “How could we not search for you?” Keifer smiled at her, let the wolf show. Let his need show. “I want to push inside you, feel Gage’s cock in you at the same time. Would you like that, baby? His fat cock in your ass, claiming you while I’m in you, balls deep?” “Shut up, Kief.” She sounded like she was trying not to give in.

Gage groaned, hand working his thick cock again. “No, no, Kief, keep going.”

“I can’t shut up, Kelsi. This is the most important thing we’ve ever done, me and

Gage. Claiming our lady. Seducing her. Loving her. You know how much I want to taste you? Lick you?” His finger traced the top of her curls. “Call me a bastard and hate me, Kel, but don’t hurt Kiefer. Don’t cut him down.” No one had ever defended him the way Gage did. Kelsi pulled away, tearing up. “See? You’re mates. You two. Not me. I’m not in it.” “But you are, Kels. You get both of us. Two mates for the price of one.” He slid his finger down to stroke her pussy lips. “So what? He protects you and snarls at me, calls me names?” “No. No. He’s just growly.” Keifer poked Gage. “Be nice.” He knew Gage’s fury came from worry, hurt. This was their girl, and she’d left them without a word.

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“I already told her she belongs to us. I showed her.” Gage looked at Kelsi instead of Keifer. “I said so.” “You called me a spoiled brat!” “Guys. We’re losing focus here.” Kief leaned forward, sniffed her, then drew a circle around her swollen clit. “I think we should focus right here.” Before Gage snapped and turned Kelsi over his knee. That would come later. He knew he had Gage when his lover leaned forward and sniffed as well before leaning down to lap at his finger and her clit both. “She smells good. Like one of us,” Gage murmured. “I… I… You said…” Kelsi arched for them, and Keifer chuffed softly, her scent like a drug. “That’s right, baby. I did. One finger, Gage. I’m going to make her come with one finger. Then I’m going to make love to her, and then we’re going to go together. Find somewhere with a bigger bed and a hot tub. Room service. Steaks.” “I didn’t say I wouldn’t touch while you used that finger.” Still, Gage backed off, scenting the air strongly, hand on Keifer’s back. “I’m going to do you while you do her.” “Fuck, yeah. It’ll be you soon, sweet girl. Gage will have to be gentle with you, touch you, stretch you out.” He kept working her clit, let her juices spread over his fingers. “We’re going to make it good for you, baby. Just like Gage will make it good for me.” Gage’s low rumble settled in Keifer’s balls, promised him pleasures to come. Kelsi shook her head, lips open, full, legs spread for him. He kept working her clit, rubbing and rubbing. “This isn’t affecting you at all, is it?” he teased. “N… no.” He chuckled. Pretty little liar. “I guess I should keep doing it, then.” He slipped his finger inside her. Wet and hot, slick. God, she felt good to him.

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“God, she’s wet. I can smell her.” Gage’s voice was husky, thick. “She is. Wet. Tight.” He met Kel’s eyes. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Touched.” Gage chuckled softly. Yeah, yeah, like he’d touched so many. “Shut up,” he told Gage. “Just… Kief. You don’t have to do this.” Kelsi shifted, pulled away from him a little. “Hey. We had a deal. I would prove we’re mates by making you come with a single finger.” “I just…” There were tears in her eyes, and he leaned forward, took a soft, gentle kiss. “I love you, Kelsi. We love you.” “Don’t say that.” “It’s true.” Gage didn’t growl for once. “We both love you.” “Lean back, now. We had a deal. I touch you with one finger.” He needed her to relax, to breathe. To come away from this awful fucking place and let them pamper her, adore her. Change with her and run. She had been fighting her wolf; he could smell it, like poison on her skin. Gage’s hand was on his arm, fingers curled around his skin. His Gage was worried, geared up to do something drastic. He rumbled softly, vocalizing gently, knowing the sound would affect them both. It worked, Kel leaning back, Gage’s fingers relaxing. “You smell good, Kel. Like you belong.” Gage spoke softly. “You and Kief belong together. And you’re both mine.” Kiefer rumbled softly again, vocalizing to them. Easy. Easy now. They were together, finally. Together and close, and they were mates. Nothing would keep them apart. There. There. Now he could focus on her pleasure. “Sweet and pink. You’re so wet for us.” His finger gathered up some of Kel’s sweet juice, brought it to his lips.

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Gage moaned, brought their mouths together for a kiss. “Hurry, Kiefer. I want to taste her mouth again, too.” “Shh. Not going to hurry. I’m going to make sure she feels every second.” He reached out, finger tracing her full bottom lip. “Did you hear that, Kel? Do you believe him now?” Gage asked. Kelsi’s eyes dropped closed, and Kiefer smiled, stroked her cheeks. She believed. He slid his finger over to her right nipple, stroking the hard flesh, making it even harder. He kept rumbling and growling, letting his voice pour over her. Gage murmured, “Good boy,” and, “Good girl,” every now and then, adding his low, sexy voice to the mix. Kelsi moaned once, as Keifer slid his finger down her belly, tracing her abs. “Can you feel him, Kelsi? Feel how he’s a part of you?” “I… I didn’t know who to pick.” “You don’t have to pick, Kel. That’s what we’re trying to tell you.” Gage was back to growling. His words were true, though. “I can’t have two mates.” His finger traced over her mound, then down over her slit. “Yes, Kel. You can. You do.” Kelsi needed two mates. “You do have two mates. It’s a done deal.” Gage was so sure; he always had been. “We only have one,” she protested. Keifer circled her clit. “As powerful and strong as you are, you need two.” “No one man can handle you.” Keifer could hear the smile in Gage’s voice as he said the words. “No other man ever will.” He felt her body clench, jerk under his touch, and he repeated the caress, making his lady shiver. “Ours, Kelsi. You are ours.” Gage’s sureness was contagious. It had to be. “Hold yourself open for me, baby. Please. Let me see.” Kelsi moaned, head falling back, fingers twitching toward her hips.

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“Smell her, Kief. Smell our mate.”

“Please, Kel.” Keifer leaned closer, inhaling, let her scent fill him. Then her

fingers reached down, spread her folds. For him. Gage groaned and kissed the side of his neck. “Keep going, Kief.” Kiefer nodded, finger working the tip of her clit, faster, keeping his touch light. Gage kissed him again. “She likes that, I can smell it.” “Do you want more, baby?” he asked her. Kelsi whimpered, twisted. “I… I… Faster.” “Mmm. Give it to her faster, Kief.” “I want to lick you, baby. Want to fill you.” Kiefer leaned forward. “More than that, I want to see you come for me. Come from my touch.” Kelsi and Gage’s cries sounded together. Her hands landed on his shoulders, her mouth landing on his lips. Kiefer whimpered, cheered, kissed her until they were both breathless. Her body trembled against him, shook. “Kief. Kief, I need.”

“What, baby? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

“I need more. Please.”

Gage’s hand slid along Keifer’s arm, down to meet his hand, and Gage slid a

finger into her alongside his own. “She needs us both.” Kelsi’s beautiful eyes went wide. “Oh!” The energy flared between the three of them, wild and sharp. Undeniable. “Mates,” growled Gage. They pushed inside her, Keifer’s mouth on her nipple, Gage’s mouth on Kelsi’s lips. Their fingers twined together inside her, making her feel them together, feel so good together. Kelsi pushed closer, hands grabbing them, hips rolling hard and fast. Gage’s kiss went hotter, and Kief watched them, so turned on. Kiefer pushed up, tearing at his fly, his cock desperate to bury itself in her heat. “Yes. Do it,” Gage snarled, hand dragging Keifer’s pants down over his ass.

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“Need you, Kelsi. Mate. Please. Tell me.” Tell me it was okay. “Kiefer…” “Yes. Now, Kel.” “Now. In me.” Keifer howled in pure relief. She was pure heat around him, silk and fire and everything he’d imagined. Gage growled as Kiefer entered her. “Yes.” Kiefer pushed in, buried himself to the balls. “Kel!” “She’s perfect, isn’t she?” “Ours.” Keifer’s head slammed back, his hips working furiously. “Beautiful lovers.” Gage’s fingers pushed at his ass, opening him, not giving him any time to stop. It was quick and hard, the burn the perfect accompaniment. “Harder. In me. Gage. Now.” Keifer wasn’t above begging for Gage to take him. Gage didn’t leave him wanting. His lover’s fingers disappeared, the thick, hard cock pushing in instead. Spreading Kiefer wide. “Fuck!” He howled, met Kel’s eyes. “Mate.” Gage added his own snarl. “Mate. Mate. Mate.” “Mate.” Her whisper echoed in his head, over and over. Gage pushed into him, strengthening his thrusts into Kelsi. “Yes. Yes, baby.” Kiefer was going to scream. “Mine. Mine. Mine.” Gage didn’t seem to have anything else to say, just that, over and over. Keifer’s body tightened as he thrust deep, Kelsi sobbing, bucking underneath him. Gage’s hand came around him, reaching for Kelsi’s breast. “Gage,” Kel whimpered, and Kiefer felt Gage shudder. “Right fucking here.” “Soon,” he warned. He wanted them all together, moving with him, rocking with him. “Yes. Yes, soon.” Gage humped harder, faster, finger stroking across Kelsi’s nipple.

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Kelsi’s body rippled around him, and he got one hand between them, fingers flying over her clit. When she screamed, he let himself go, let himself fill her. Gage’s growl filled Kiefer’s ears as the cock inside him throbbed, filled him. They slumped down onto the mattress, panting together. He forced himself not to fall asleep. They weren’t staying here. They were taking their girl someone safe, luxurious. Somewhere they could pamper her. Gage slapped his ass, slid away. “We can’t stay here. It smells all wrong.” “No. Come with us, Kelsi. Please.” He nuzzled her, rumbling again as she nodded. Gage grunted and started throwing their clothes at them. “Good. Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Chapter Three She sat in the back of the SUV with all her shit around her, refusing to think. She couldn’t believe this. Any of it. She couldn’t believe it and she didn’t know what to do and she wanted a hug, damn it. “There’s a place right there.” Kiefer pointed to a motel, but the SUV kept moving right by it. “There was a nice place at the edge of town.” Everything Gage said came out in growls. She curled into herself tighter, telling herself to relax, to breathe. “There, see?” said Gage. “Yeah, yeah, it looks nice. Good enough for our mate.” The satisfaction was clear in Kiefer’s voice. The sun was coming up, the sky turning pink and gold, and Kelsi was suddenly so tired. “I’ll sign us in.” Kiefer looked back and smiled at her. “We’ll be settled in no time.” Then he turned to Gage. “Be nice.” “He doesn’t have to. I know he doesn’t like me.” She’d figured it out. Gage was Kief’s mate; Kief was drawn to her. Gage turned to her, an incredulous look in his eyes, and Kiefer whapped his arm. “See what your growling does?” “I don’t growl.” Kiefer laughed. “You two sit tight, I’ll be right back.” She looked outside. If she could change in time, she could run. “Don’t do it,” growled Gage. “Don’t growl at me.”

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“I’m not growling!” “You are, too!” She looked at him, vibrating with… something. “You don’t even want me here!” “No, I don’t want you here at all. I want you at home, where you belong. In our bed with me and Kiefer. It’s built for three. You belong there.” “I don’t even know what your house looks like.” Not the house where they both lived now, the place that was theirs together. “Yes, you do. Kiefer moved into my place in the woods. It was bigger.” She shook her head. “Who has Daddy’s house now?” “Argo turned it into a community house for the pack.” “A community house.” Her house. Her bedroom. Her… She tore the door open, running for the edge of the parking lot, tears blinding her. Gage caught her before she could disappear. “It’s a tribute to your parents. A place for families to gather, young ones to play.” Kelsi fought to breathe, the world spinning. Her parents. God, she missed them. So much. “You ran away. Argo had to do what he thought was right. We’re taking you home. Where you belong.” He picked her up and put her over his shoulder, heading toward the hotel. She couldn’t even cry out. She couldn’t. They hit the lobby, Keifer’s legs coming into view. “Gage!” Kiefer sounded scandalized, but then he continued, “Elevator, now. We’re on the sixth floor.” “She’s upset.” Kelsi started gasping for air, tears choking her. “Come on. Our room is waiting for us.” “Let me d… d… down.” “No.” Gage sounded very sure.

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They got onto the elevator, Kiefer pressing the button and rubbing her ass gently. The connection between them flared again, and she shivered. Gage rumbled, the sound going through her. “He’s growly like that, Kel. It’s pretty hot, really.” “This is crazy.” She was dizzy, and she wanted a hug. “No, you running away was crazy.” Kiefer’s hand stayed on her ass, only sliding away when they moved into a room. Gage finally put her down, and Kiefer immediately wrapped her in his arms. “Never do that again, Kel. Please.” “I…” She began to cry, hard sobs that shook her entire body. “Oh, Kel, honey, don’t cry. Please. This is supposed to be happy.” Kiefer held her tighter. Then Gage’s arms wrapped around them both, tugging her up against his strong body. “She’s hungry and tired, Kief.” Gage sighed, cheek rubbing her hair. “And we all need to soak in some hot water together. Tell me there’s a big tub.” “Of course there’s a big tub. I wouldn’t forget that. It’s even got jets, or they lied to me.” Kief leaned past her to kiss Gage, and then he kissed her softly. “You guys go get soaking, I’ll order some food for us.” “I…” Gage hushed her with a hard, toothy kiss. His hand landed on her ass, and he dragged her back toward what had to be the bathroom. His claws raked her clothes away, not marking her skin at all. “Mine,” he growled. “Mine.” She almost shook her head, but he wouldn’t let her. His eyes burned into her. “Stop trying to deny it.” He pressed his lips on hers, taking a long, breathstealing kiss. Someone -- it must have been Kief -- had started the water running. It didn’t matter because Gage had her, tongue exploring her mouth, capturing her attention.

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Loving her and melting her. Without her even realizing it was happening, they were both naked and standing in the tub, the hot water splashing around their legs as the tub filled. Oh. Warm. Warm. She slid closer, the fuzz on Gage’s chest tickling her nipples. He moaned into her mouth, his hand like a brand on her ass. Kiefer stepped into the shower behind her, trapping her between them, both of them holding her. Kiefer’s lips found her neck while Gage continued to devour her mouth. Gage’s hands tangled in her hair, cradling her head. His kiss went deeper, pressing her back against Kiefer. Gage dragged her down and Keifer came with them as Gage pulled her legs over his thighs, spreading her wide. “Our girl. Gonna protect you forever.” Kiefer’s hands slid around to cup her breasts. “That’s right. Protect and love.” Gage growled softly, eyes on her nipples that were cresting the water. “Kelsi.” “Our Kelsi.” Kiefer held her breasts up for Gage, who leaned in, mouth wrapping around one nipple, sucking hard. “Oh.” Her fingers tangled in Gage’s hair, her body rocking in time with the suction. “Oh, God. Please.” Yes.

More.

Harder.

He gave her what she asked for, sucking harder, pulling hard. Someone’s hand pushed between her legs, fingers sliding into her body, as she cried out. “Ours. Ours.” They both said it, filled the air with the sound of it. Their hands were everywhere, touching her cunt, her ass, all the while their mouths driving her crazy. “You’re so soft,” muttered Kiefer. “Mine. Mine and Keifer’s.” Gage took her mouth again. The kiss left her boneless, gasping, blinking at Gage like he was the center of the Earth. His smile bloomed, slow and easy and fucking pleased. “You’re stunning.”

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She didn’t have anything to say, so she leaned forward, pressed her lips to Gage’s again. Groaning, Gage let her in. “Oh, damn, that’s hot.” Kiefer whimpered. Gage wrapped around her, hands beginning to move her, rub her against his muscled body while Kiefer rubbed up behind her. She could feel him against the small of her back, hard, stiff. Wanting. Gage was equally hard, the two of them rubbing, sliding. She shifted, rubbed the tip of Gage’s cock against her clit, whimpering as lightning shot up her spine. Gage groaned. “Mate.” “Feel you.” She ached, needed to be filled. A low growl sounded and Gage pushed in, prick hot and hard and so thick. “Yes.” She leaned forward, forehead on Gage’s shoulder. “Please. Yes.” Gage shifted back slightly, bringing her along, and then started moving inside her. She moaned, the water bubbling and moving around them, Kiefer’s hands moving over her body and making everything so much more. “He feels so good inside you, doesn’t he?” Kiefer’s mouth slid along her neck, the words whispered into her ear. “Yes. Yes. Gage. I missed you. Both of you. Every day.” “Stubborn girl,” murmured Kiefer. Gage just growled, the sound vibrating through her. “I made a life.” Her growl would have been more impressive if Kiefer hadn’t pinched her nipple and made her gasp. “That wasn’t a life.” Gage’s growl was much stronger. “Your life is with us.” His hands pulled her back down onto his cock, and it filled her. Kelsi groaned. That was what she needed. She needed to feel. He got a rhythm going, strong and hard, his prick filling her up over and over as Kiefer rubbed against her back, hotter even than the water that splashed around them.

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Kiefer was whispering again -- promises of how they were going to take her together, of how they were all going to run together, of how she was theirs, and they were going to keep her forever. One of Gage’s fingers slid over her ass, and then down along her crack. Her body tightened around Gage’s cock, her eyes meeting his dark ones. “Both of us, Kelsi. You need to have both of us at the same time to seal the bond between all of us.” “I don’t want you to hurt me.” “Oh, no, Kel. It doesn’t hurt. Oh, God, it doesn’t hurt. It’s like magic, having Gage inside you.” Kiefer’s voice was like a drug inside her head, but it was Gage and those serious eyes that held her. “We’ll get you ready, make you hot for it.” She could read the truth of Kiefer’s words in Gage’s eyes. “I’ve never…” Gage chuckled softly, his motions inside her slowing. “We know. You’ve never been with anyone but us.” “I might have!” The chuckles turned into a growl even Kiefer vocalized, chest rumbling behind her. “No. You’re ours.” “We were meant to be together.” Gage bared his teeth. “Our girl.” “Ours.” Kiefer repeated the word, sounding about as fierce as she’d ever heard him. “And we’re both yours, Gage. We’re yours.” Gage stared at her. “Tell me.” Her breath came faster, her body shivering, aching, and she shook her head, whimpering as the thrusts inside her stilled. “Gage…” “Tell me,” he growled, eyes holding hers. Undeniable. Irresistible. She tried to move, to ride him, to get herself off, but he wouldn’t let her. “Say it.” The words were nearly a snarl this time, and Kiefer was vibrating against her. Kelsi needed to relieve the tension inside her, needed them to touch her, fuck her, make her come. “Yours!”

Chapter Four “Yours, you asshole.”

“Yes!” Gage howled out the word, hips slamming up into her.

“Gage!” Yes. Yes, just like that. More.

Kiefer’s hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her down onto Gage’s cock.

Her orgasm hit her like a wave, and she snapped at the air, body shuddering violently. “Oh, fuck. Feel you.” Gage groaned, kept moving inside her. “Fuck. Need you.” “That’s right.” Gage kept thrusting into her, mouth latching onto hers, stealing her breath. Kiefer was humping against her back, crying out as Gage loved her. “So hot. So tight. All mine,” said Gage, voice fierce. “Ours,” growled Kiefer. Gage snarled softly. “Mine.” Kiefer leaned past her, taking Gage’s mouth in a fierce kiss. Then they turned to her. Their mouths pressed together -- all three of them, and she felt another orgasm hit her, low and deep. Tongues tangled, Gage’s cock filling her, Kiefer’s hands hard on her. It was everything she’d ever wanted, needed. In her mind she was running, howling, barking, the wolf right beneath the surface. The kisses eased, her lovers working in tandem, gentling the kiss at the same time. “Mates…” She panted softly, fighting to urge to shift. They nuzzled her and each other, cradling her between them. “Kelsi. Ours.” They moved her from the water, surrounding her, constantly touching her. Someone was drying her, someone was carrying her to the bed and spreading her wide.

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Kiefer slid between her legs, mouth sliding along her inner thighs. She shivered, eyes on her lover, on that mouth. Kiefer held her gaze, licking closer and closer to her mound, as Gage came to her, stood beside the bed, hand on Kiefer’s head, petting. Gage smiled down at her. “You’re perfect together.”

She reached for Gage, fingers sliding around his heavy cock. “No.”

It throbbed in her hand, and he growled softly. “No?”

“No. We are. Together. Right? All three of us?”

“Yes.” He smiled down at her. “Exactly.

“Exactly,” repeated Kiefer, tongue sliding along her clit.

“Kief!” She gasped, clit aching. “I can’t come again.”

“You will,” Gage told her, “when we’re both in you.”

A loud knock made her jump.

“Room service,” murmured Kiefer.

“You’re kidding.”

“I ordered before we played in the water, remember?” Kiefer looked at Gage,

playful, begging. Gage rolled his eyes. “I’ll get it.” He wrapped a sheet around his hips and headed for the door. She giggled and grabbed the blankets, wrapping herself and Kief up in it. He stayed where he was, though, tongue licking at her inner thighs, teasing her as Gage went to the door, opened it. “Kief…” she whispered, shocked. His laughter blew air over her skin, and he licked again. “You can’t…” God, she wanted him to, though. He nodded, the five o’clock shadow on his cheeks scraping along her skin. “Are… aren’t you hungry?” she asked, letting her legs spread just a little wider. “Uh-huh. Starving.” Keifer’s words were muffled and a moment later, his tongue slid across her clit.

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“Oh.” The jolt was sharp, electric, and her stomach tightened, body waiting breathlessly for another lick. It came -- a short, slick touch. “Fuck!” She barked the word, eyes rolling as the covers were yanked off. “Gage!” “You two are playing without me.”

“Kief’s fault.”

“Hey!” Kiefer popped up from between her legs and stuck out his tongue as

Gage laughed. “Kiefer!” She grabbed for him, but Gage caught her hands, pulled them back. The position pushed her breasts out, made her look hungry. Moaning, Kiefer bent forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking. She couldn’t help but arch into Kiefer’s lips, pushing her nipple deeper. Growling, Gage brought her hand to his mouth, nibbling at the skin of her inner wrist. Her fingers curled, tips stroking Gage’s cheek. Groaning, he nuzzled. “Don’t you want to eat?” Say no. Please.

“Yes.” He bared his teeth. “I want to eat you all up.”

“Th… that’s not what I meant…”

Kiefer growled, the suction on her nipple stronger.

“That means hush and make love to your mates.” Gage growled then, too, and

bit at her wrist. The bite made her bark softly, her body aching, her chin lifting to offer her throat to him. He dropped her hand and knelt down beside her, mouth on her skin. Gage’s teeth brushed the skin of her throat, the act primal, hungry. Necessary. “Mate!” Please. He bit down, teeth sharp, sinking into her skin. “Gage. Gage. Please. Kiefer.” Gage looked into her eyes. “Both of us.” “Both. Both.” She moaned as Kiefer’s fingers pushed inside her. “Gonna open you up and take you. Both of us.” Gage’s growl shook her body. “Get her ready, Kief.” “Yes, Mate.” Kiefer smiled up at Gage and then dove back between her legs.

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She opened her mouth to call Gage names -- bossy, bitchy, pushy, loud -- but she didn’t because Kiefer spread her wide, tongue flicking at her clitoris, making her want to scream. Gage smiled at her like he knew what she’d been thinking. The touches of Kief’s tongue were maddening, making her hips roll up, her thighs shudder. “Mine.” Gage bit at her throat, teeth sharp, tongue so hot. “Both of you.” “Oh…” Something inside her shuddered, an instinctive thirst that they were quenching. Gage slowly bit and sucked his way from her throat to her lips, mouth taking hers with force and hunger. Their fingers met and tangled on her right breast, teasing and tweaking her nipple between them. Kelsi twisted between them, arching. Kiefer’s tongue lashed at her, driving her higher and higher. When Gage nudged him away, murmuring, “Not yet,” she thought she would scream. “Patience. We’re going to take you together.” Gage pushed her legs back, bringing her knees up to her chest, and Kiefer dove between her legs, tongue licking along her ass crack. “I…” The barest hint of panic hit her. Then Kiefer’s tongue slid across her hole, and pleasure slid up her spine at the touch. Smiling, Gage took her mouth again. She cried out against Gage’s lips, the sound growing wild as his fingers found her clit again, stroking it firmly. Gage grabbed her breast, squeezing before his fingers found her nipple, teasing it mercilessly. Kiefer’s tongue kept moving, sliding and licking at her. They were everywhere. Fucking everywhere, making her sob and jerk. Fingers slid into her while Kiefer’s tongue pushed into her rear. “I… Please.” She needed to come. “Gotta make sure you’re ready, Kel. We are not going to hurt you.” Gage looked so serious. “I need you.” She twisted, reached for him. “Please.” “You have us, Kelsi.”

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Kiefer’s tongue pushed in deeper, then slid out, and in again, tongue-fucking her, while Gage’s fingers thrust into her pussy. She pushed down, driving onto Gage’s fingers, but her focus was on her hole, on the hot tongue wetting her. And wetting her and wetting her. Then Kiefer pushed in a finger along with his tongue, stretching her. She tensed, grabbed for Gage’s shoulder.

“Shh,” whispered Gage. “We’re going to take care of you.”

She met his eyes, nodded. Gage had been her first, and he hadn’t hurt her then.

“He’s going to get you ready for me. And then we’re going to have you

together.” She felt Kiefer back away, then another finger pushed into her, stretching her. “She’s going to be so tight around you, Gage.” “You won’t fit.” There was no way. “I will. Kiefer in your cunt, me in your ass. It’ll be perfect.” “We’ve been dreaming about it,” Kiefer added. A soft, sucking kiss landed on her clit, Kiefer’s fingers still moving, still fucking her ass. “Kiefer,” Gage growled. “Hurry.” Kief nodded, moaned softly. “Let her ride me.” Gage nodded. “Get in position. I’ll help her.” She was frozen, but Kiefer and Gage moved her easily. Kiefer lay below her, got her to straddle him. “Take him in, Mate.” She took Kiefer’s cock in, moaning as he stretched her. “God damn, you are fucking gorgeous.” The words made her preen a little, made her pleased. “Still?” “Always,” growled Gage, fingers sliding on her cheek. Gage’s nails slid down her spine, made her jerk, arch. “Mmm. There you go.” His fingers slid over her ass and then teased her hole. Something slick dripped at the top of her crease, making the touch better, hotter. “Start moving,” Keifer muttered.

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She looked down at Kief, stuck out her tongue. “Don’t rush him.” Kiefer chuckled, the sound breathless. “Laughing at me!” She reached down, pinched Kief’s nipple, intending to play, at least until Gage’s finger pushed inside her, the touch thicker than Kief’s finger had been. “Not at you. With you.” Kiefer shook his head, but all of her attention was on Gage’s finger inside her. “It doesn’t hurt?” she asked, curious, a little worried about being taken from behind. Kief knew. She’d seen how well Kief knew. He shook his head. “There’s nothing like it, Kels. You’re going to love feeling him inside you.” The finger inside her became two, and she found herself gasping, the sensation incredibly vulnerable. Gage’s warmth pressed against her back, warm, comforting. She leaned down, her eyes closing. Kiefer rubbed inside her, filling her. When she started moving, meeting his thrusts, Gage slid a third finger inside her. “Gage…” She shifted forward, her heart slamming in her chest. “I’ve got you.” His words were whispered into her ear. Kiefer’s fingers cupped her breasts, worked her nipples, tugging them lightly, distracting her. The tugging increased when Gage’s fingers slid away, something hard and hot and huge pressing against her. Her lips parted, her nails digging into Kief’s chest. Kiefer leaned up to bring their mouths together, his fingers tugging on her nipples. “I’m not going to hurt you.” Gage pressed against her hole. “Just relax and let me in. You were made for this.” “You promise?” Kiefer smiled at her, palm on her cheek. “We promise, baby girl.” “We’re mates, that means we make each other feel good.” Gage pushed in a little harder; he felt huge.

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She whimpered softly, leaned into Kiefer. Her men surrounded her, were filling her. Kiefer slowly lay back, bringing her down with him so she was bent over him, and suddenly Gage was inside her, too. No one moved. No one. They all stopped. Hell, Kelsi thought time had stopped. Gage’s forehead rested against her neck, breath moving against her skin. Her body relaxed, finally, let Gage in, let her mates inside. He moved slowly, in tiny increments, in, out, in a tiny bit farther, out again. Then in some more. Kiefer moaned, leaned up and licked her lips. “I can feel him inside you.” “Oh, God. Mates.” Gage finally stopped moving, pressed all the way inside her and stilled again. She moaned, bit the inside of her lip, whimpered. “I feel… it’s like the first moon again.” “It’s better than the first moon. It’s the first coming together of mates.” She moaned, nodded. “I need you to move.” “Good.” Gage pulled slowly out, then pushed right back in again, so careful, so slow. Kiefer moaned, body sliding against her inner walls. So full. She was so full. They found a rhythm together, sliding in and out of her, working her in the most amazing way. Kelsi found herself lost, caught in the push and pull, the drag and ache of her lovers. Kiefer took her mouth, pushing moans into her. Her eyes closed, the only thing in her mind her mates and the moon. They all moved together as one, her mates’ hands on her, touching her breasts and her belly, her clit. Sharp cries escaped her, pushed from her mouth. Kiefer’s yips met her sounds, while Gage’s growls vibrated along her spine. They got a rhythm going, driving together hard and fast. Gage’s growls got louder, longer, finally turning into a howl. “Mates!” She snapped at the air, sobbing. “Please!”

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Gage and Kiefer’s fingers met at her clit, both rubbing against her, and Gage’s hips slapped her ass. Kiefer’s cock answered by pushing in deep. She threw her head back and screamed. Gage began to howl, and Kiefer answered it, the sound of their vocalizations vibrating through her. Her entire body shuddered, her orgasm crashing around her, slamming over her. “Gage! Oh, feel her.” Gage just kept howling. Kiefer’s teeth marked her throat, digging in where Gage’s bite had been. Gage’s fingers dug into her hips, moving her as he continued to push into her. She could hear his breath coming faster and faster. She slumped forward, breathing hard. “Gage. Oh… I’m --” Howling again, Kiefer filled her with heat. Seconds later, Gage came as well, filling her where she’d never been touched before. Kel found herself clinging, her nose filled with them both. She was warm between them, their breath on her skin -- Gage in back, Kiefer in front. Silence reigned, only the sound of their breathing breaking it. “Mates.” Tears slipped down her face. “She’s crying! Don’t cry, Kelsi!” Kiefer looked distraught. Gage growled softly, the sound comfortable, warm. “She’s fine. This is big, huge. Choosing her mates.” Kiefer nodded. “Yeah. Yeah. Kelsi, you don’t have to cry. We’re here, and we have you.” Gage slipped from her, padded away for a minute, then cleaned her up, growling low as she tried to pull away. “No. Mine. Ours. All of you.” “Yeah, all of you.” Kiefer leaned up and kissed her again, his cock sliding out of her. Gage cleaned her there, too, then smacked her gently on the ass. “Cuddle up, you two. And make room for me.” Kiefer drew her in, rocking her. “Bring the food.” Gage chuckled. “This never changes, Kelsi -- it’s either his dick or his stomach.”

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Kelsi blinked, then started laughing, deep, strong belly laughs that felt so good. Her boys laughed with her, and Gage grabbed the room service cart, dragging it next to the bed. The scent of sex and steak filled the air, and she shivered, panted. The wolf was close. So fucking close. Gage met her eyes, and she could read the wolf there, too, in his gaze. “You need to eat.” “I… I haven’t. Not since I left. Not ate. Of course I’ve eaten.” Gage tilted his head and frowned. “Are you talking about the wolf?” She nodded. “What?” Kiefer sat up, held her close. “That’s not possible, not changing for almost two years.” “It is, too.” “And stay sane?” Kiefer kissed her cheek. “Honey, why would you do that to yourself?” “I didn’t have anywhere to run, anyone to run with.” “We would have run with you, Kels. We wanted to. So bad.” Gage growled. “We’re all here now. When you’ve eaten, we’ll go. We’ll find the woods, and we’ll run. All together.” “You’ll have my back.” Females didn’t run alone. Gage’s fingers trailed down her ass, teasing her, touching her. Reminding her of his cock, buried inside her. “Forever, Mate.” Kiefer nodded. “We have your back and your front. We have you, Mate.” Kelsi smiled. “Good. Then feed me and tell me about my new house.”

Epilogue They drove for three days straight, Gage and Kiefer trading off, getting them home, where they belonged. He resisted the urge to pull over and run, to pull over and make love again. They only stopped to pick up food, eating it in the car. The urge to bring their mate home was stronger than everything else. It was necessary to run in the moonlight together on their land. Gage felt it the moment they crossed into pack territory. Kelsi felt it, too, he could tell. Their sleeping girl twisted, body trying to change, to shift. He met Kiefer’s eyes in the rear-view mirror. “There’s that trail just on the other side of the first gate. We’ll go down it a bit and park. Get out and run.” His fingers gripped the steering wheel tight as he fought the beast. His wolf wanted out, didn’t want to wait. He had his mates. He had the moon. He had his territory. Kiefer nodded, panting hard. “She needs to change. It hurts me, yeah? To see her struggle.” “Yeah.” She’d not changed in nearly two years. Just the thought made him shudder. Now that they’d turned off the main road, he increased his speed. No one would stop them here. Kel was crying out, barking sharply. “Almost, just hold it together.” If she wolfed out, they all would and a car accident would not make a very good homecoming. “I’ve got her, Gage.” Kiefer was growling and rumbling, trying to relax her. “Almost there.” He slowed as they approached the gate, hitting the automatic opener attached to the car’s visor, and hitting it again to close the gate once they were

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through. In a matter of moments he’d turned off the main road through the land, the SUV bumping and bouncing over the little dirt road into the woods. “She’s not going to last, Gage!” He slammed on the brakes and turned off the engine before jumping out of the car and opening the door to let out his mates, both already shifted. Kelsi howled, calling out, so beautiful and dark and perfect. He shifted without thought, tail high as he bounded over to her, nose working overtime. She came to him like a dream, muzzle sliding against his as she vocalized, singing to him. He called back to her, letting her know how fine she was, how happy he was to be finally here with her. Kiefer joined them, happy yips escaping his body; Kiefer was so excited he was shaking with it. Kelsi nudged Kief, too, scenting him happily. He snapped at the air with his teeth. It was time to run. He had never run with both his mates before, and he wasn’t going to wait any longer. The woods disappeared under their paws, the three of them chasing each other, playing, howling. He could feel the moon, shining her blessing down on them as they ran together. His mates. His mates. Gage lifted his nose to the sky, howling in triumph. Kiefer and Kelsi answered him, just as they should. The sounds rang through him, and he put on a burst of speed, showing the moon how good they all were together. The pack came to meet them -- all of them rejoicing, barking, welcoming Kelsi home. Whole. They were all whole now. Whole and home.

S. Michael Often referred to as “Space Cowboy” and “Gangsta of Love” while still striving for the moniker of “Maurice,” Sean Michael spends days surfing, smutting, organizing an immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small, secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and perusing the Kama Sutra by channeling the long-lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to “Chicago.” A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys. Barring any of that? Sean’ll stick with writing stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark. You can write to Sean at [email protected], or visit his websites. For Sean Michael’s M/M works, see www.seanmichaelwrites.com. For Sean’s adventures into

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