Now it was time for her to enter subspace. He pumped into her cunt and rested a hand on the center of her back forcing her hard onto her breasts. They had to be hurting her already, and the endorphins from all her climaxes should help send her into subspace. He let go of his iron control and exploded into her cunt, filling her with his cum, then lay over her back, her bound arms digging into him and his heavy weight holding her hard against the floor. She gave a surprised little whimper, and then relaxed underneath him. He waited a moment to be sure she was properly in subspace, then climbed off her and began untying her elbows.
York kneeled beside her, the bottle of olive oil in his hands again, and Bronx said, “As soon as I turn her over you can massage her shoulders. She’ll smell like a salad but that can’t be helped.”
He rolled her over and went to get a pair of scissors to cut the zip ties off her. They had dug into her flesh but it’d return to normal fairly fast. She shouldn’t even bruise.
“We can’t lose her, Bronx. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman and a whole lot more. We’ll never find anyone as perfect as Nevis,” said York.
“You’re right. We’ll just have to love her so much she agrees to stay with us forever.”
“But what if the townspeople won’t accept us as a ménage relationship?”
Yeah. That was a hell of a fucking question. What if they didn’t?
Chapter Six
Nevis woke up and stretched carefully. Her breasts still felt a bit tight and swollen and her shoulders ached. Also she was almost certain she had some rope burn on her pussy. But all in all she felt pretty good for someone who’d just experienced her first visit to subspace. She was tucked between the two men on the bed in the trailer, Bronx’s arm possessively over her waist as he so often seemed to have it, and York pressed tight against her back.
Carefully Nevis wiggled down the bed, slid off the foot of it, and walked into the bathroom. She shut the door before turning on the light then stared at herself in the mirror. Her face looked exactly the same as usual, but her breasts were a little darker and fatter than normal. She turned the water on and stepped into the tiny shower cubicle. She couldn’t imagine how hard it must be for the men to shower in here. There was only just enough room for her. Spacious it wasn’t.
She turned her back to the spray and let the hot water soak into her shoulders. As she did she became aware of the aroma of salad dressing—no, olive oil. Aw, how sweet. They’d massaged her muscles while she was either in subspace or asleep. Since the men were both asleep she guessed she must have gone directly from one state to the other. But that was so thoughtful of them. They really were amazing men.
The question is, “Am I ready to commit to them?” She shook her head as she took the bath gel and washed the olive oil off her body. No, she wasn’t. She liked them very much and truly appreciated their love and care for her. But forever was a long time and there was no divorce under shape-shifter law. Just because they gave her red hot orgasms and looked after her now didn’t mean they’d even be talking to each other in a year’s time. They had to be able to progress from companionship and sex to genuine love.
Nevis lifted her leg to wash her foot, wincing as the hot water hit her ass crack. Ouch that stings. Rope burn on that delicate skin is a bitch.
How did she feel about Bronx and York then? Really truly feel, not just feel after a massive orgasm. And hell, they had a mighty fine line in orgasms. She’d had more and better climaxes since she’d met them than in her entire life to date.
Bronx. Definitely bossy, sometimes argumentative, always very much the Master, the Dominant. But he’d listen to her opinions and give her a turn at whatever she asked of him. She’d named their vehicles and she’d heard him call the rig Animal and the minivan Walter, so it wasn’t just for show when she was around. His acceptance of her part in the triad was genuine. She did trust him and like him, even love him. He would never deliberately hurt her except for her intense pleasure, she knew that.
York. Despite them both being wolves and him having the same hair color as Bronx, York was a very different person. Still a Master, there was no doubt about that, but a much less determined and decisive one. He made suggestions and assumed she would see the wisdom of his ideas and follow his instructions. He was fun to be around and she’d liked him for a long time. It could easily be called love. She’d certainly hate not to be with him again. Not to be with either of them again. She really did want them both and want the relationship to succeed.