Chapter 47

Chapter 47

Imogen

"Something better explored rather than explained."

That was all Asher would say as we bundled back into the car and drove away, which just had my mind racing. In the wolf shifter books I read, they often had knots that inflated at the base of their dick, many times only for their mates, and that got me thinking.

"Is it a dick thing?" I asked.

Kyle groaned.

"How do you know that and for that matter, how the fuck are you adjusting to all of this so easily?"

"Books." Both he and Lucas looked down at me, and I caught Asher doing the same in the rear vision mirror. "I read a lot of books. Books… well you know what kind I read."

"No," Kyle said, twisting in his seat. "Tell us."

"Paranormal romance." That came out in a rush and why the hell was I blushing. A big chunk of the reading population liked reading PNR. "One girl, one guy who just so happens to be a wolf?—"

"Ugh, I hate wolf shifters," he muttered.

"Or a tiger?—"

"They're arrogant dicks most of the time," Lucas added. "Just like you'd expect a cat to be."

"Or dragons or whatever. They see a girl and know she's his fated mate and often there's a… physical sign of that."

I waved my hand through the air, hoping everything else could just be implied.

"Like what?"

Both Lucas and Kyle had turned my way now, narrowing the space down in the backseat. I felt surrounded, cocooned, and that was exactly what I wanted. It left me feeling safe, which was perhaps why I continued.

"A wolf shifter's knot might swell when he meets her. A tiger might find his barbs start to flex."

"How the fuck do they make a spiky dick seem sexy?" Lucas muttered. "It'd have to be painful."

"Not if the barbs are made of cartilage." I tweaked his ear. "Firm enough to feel, soft enough not to hurt."

"Right, well—" he started to say, his face going a very intriguing shade of red. "We?—"

"Will show you exactly what you're dealing with when we get back home," Asher interrupted smoothly. "You can wait that long, can't you?"

No, I really couldn't, I wanted to say, but something about his steady gaze had me nodding. It was as if I didn't want to disappoint him. Instead, my hands rose, coming to rest on each man's thighs, then rubbing against the soft denim there.

"Keep doing that," Kyle ground out, "and you're going to find out a whole lot quicker than you think."

Definitely something to do with their dicks then, I thought to myself, having no idea what I was about to discover.

"Kyle's room," Asher barked the minute he parked the car, and they all moved then. My seatbelt was unclipped, and I was pulled out of the backseat, then tossed over Kyle's shoulder, because apparently, I couldn't be trusted to walk fast enough. Bouncing with his every step, people turned to watch us go, which wasn't embarrassing at all. Worst of all, Elodie saw us. Her mouth fell open, and I knew she was about to say something before we turned a corner, marching away from her, from everyone else, to arrive here.

"If you had any idea how long I've waited to get you in here," Kyle said as I was laid down on the bed. He was climbing on after me, his mouth about to come down on mine. This was still so new that I felt a thrill the moment his head lowered, but Asher grabbed the back of his shirt and hauled him back.

"Don't cloud her head with kisses," he growled. "Not before she knows what she's getting herself into. This is already moving too fast."

"Too fast for who?" I asked, rolling onto my knees and shuffling closer.

The three of them at the end of the bed would've been an alluring sight anyway, but now that they were mine? They were so much more. My fingers flexed, even on my bad hand, because I couldn't wait to touch. Sliding my hand up and under Kyle's shirt, his hiss when I touched bare skin music to my ears, but then I turned to do the same to Lucas. His blush deepened as his eyes grew wide, like he couldn't believe this was happening. It was like some beautiful dream for me too, one I didn't want to wake up from, but Asher stepped forward. My head was tilted up, so my eyes met his and then he let me go to ease his zipper down. I sat back on my heels, touching no one as I watched the show.

Watching a man ease a hard cock out of his pants could be a supremely erotic thing. He was already hard for me. My eyes raked up and down his length, not seeing anything different to other guys except maybe his girth. Not quite painful porn star proportions, but still. I'd feel every inch of that as it went in. I shifted restlessly on the bed, waiting for the explanation.

"I need you to touch it," he said in a low, husky voice.

"Yeah, I think I need to as well."

My hand moved of its own accord. Hot skin, velvety soft around a steel core, that's what I felt first. I could almost feel the blood pumping through his veins, making him even harder. Probably because his breath came out in sharp little pants, his eyes rolling back for just a second, but Asher would never lose control for long.

"The underside…" he said. "Press down on the underside."

My brow creased, unsure of what he meant, right up until my thumb pressed down.

Guys talked about their dicks being hard, but it was nothing like this. An erection was still just soft flesh pumped up with a whole lot of blood, but right now I felt something running up the underside of his cock that was as hard as stone.

Or bone.

That's what it felt like. As my fingers explored, I could feel it just under the skin. My eyes jerked up to meet his and he smiled slightly, but then my hands moved, destroying that. Instead, his lips fell open, chest heaving as he sucked in breaths as I asked the question.

"What is it?"

"Yours." He hadn't meant to answer that way, and he shook his head in response but was unable to make out any more words.

"A bone that will jut out when you mate with us," Kyle explained, trying to use his best calm and reasonable tones. "It will lock down inside you, keeping us tied tight until we're both done."

"Bone?" I stared then at the head that peeked through Asher's foreskin, and as I peeled it back a little, I saw the slit was larger than it would be in a human man's dick. I snatched my hand away and Asher let out an almost sobbing sigh. "Lock… tie…" I stared at all three of them. "You're going to hurt me?"

"No, Imogen—" Lucas started to say.

"You didn't when we had sex the other night." My tone couldn't help but be accusing.

"You had sex?" Kyle asked.

"No, I didn't." Lucas held my gaze steadily, all shyness, all doubt, gone from his gaze. "I didn't let my baculum loose because you didn't know what you were to us. I held it back for you."

"So, you could hold it back all the time." It felt like I was trying to frantically bargain with reality, and we all know how that goes. "You could, right?"

"You won't want us to." Asher moved quickly, tucking himself away, but that wasn't the end of things. Instead, he leaned forward, pushing me down on the bed. When I scrambled backwards, he came with me, mouth hovering over mine. "It's something you'll come to crave."

"Crave a bone digging into my vajayjay? I don't think so." For a moment I just stared into his eyes, then the others, willing this not to be true. I wanted fated mates more than anything else in the world, but… The fact they came with built-in attachments that threatened to shred my vagina seemed like a special kind of cruelty. "I don't want to be torn?—"

"That would never happen," Asher assured me.

"I don't want to hurt?—"

"We literally can't hurt you." Lucas flopped down on the bed beside me, but didn't move to close the gap. "The bear would take over before we could, protecting you from the others."

"I'm scared."

There, that was it. A thought so much hotter, so much more intense than the others. My heart pounded in my chest, the beats getting louder and louder as I remembered all the crap I'd gone through before. This was supposed to be a fresh start, a beautiful beginning. My life was going to be just as magical as I'd always dreamed it would be. For a moment, all I could do was breathe and stare at the three of them.

"We will never rush you." Kyle sat down on his side of the bed, watching me with those golden eyes. "You're in control. We can go and do something else, maybe watch a movie in the theatre room or even just sleep here." He patted the bed. "I don't know about you, but a nap with a belly full of food seems like just the thing."

I forced my breathing to slow, reasoning that I wasn't in danger here. They wouldn't, couldn't, hurt me. As my heart rate began to slow, I nodded.

"Yeah, OK, a nap is probably not a bad idea."

"Or I could show you how it will be."

Asher was like a snake in the Garden of Eden, promising dark pleasures I was struggling to get my head around.

"I don't think I'm ready for bone sex," I replied with a weak smile.

"So we'll keep our dicks in our pants," he replied smoothly. "I can use my hands to approximate the feeling."

"We can use our hands."

Lucas stared into my eyes and that just brought back memories of the feel of him last night. Hard, clawing me closer, pushing me to greater and greater heights. He made it impossible for me to just snuggle down in the bed and close my eyes, because my mind started working. I looked at all three of them, my focus shifting to their hands. Big palms, long fingers, carefully trimmed nails. It wasn't hard to imagine all three pairs sliding across my skin. Asher grinned then, as if he could read my mind, but I guess in some ways he could. My scent would've communicated my curiosity… No, let's be honest, my desire. In some ways, that freed me of having to pretend I wanted anything else.

"No dick bones unless I say I want them?" I asked.

"Not unless you ask very nicely," Asher replied, shifting closer to brush his mouth against mine.