I am sorry for having so many missed daily updates this past week. This next week should be getting back to normal. I appreciate your patience.
Heather POV Reed and Lucas still insist that they pamper me, so I am sitting on the counter, which seems to be becoming a thing with them. “Why is it when the two of you cook and won’t let me help that you want me sitting on the counter?” I asked because I was starting to wonder about that. “Well you see Mo leannan, it is easier to do this when you’re right, here close,” Lucas says as he steps between my legs cups the sides of my face and connects his lips with mine. He slides his fingers into my hair, tilting my head, so he can deepen the kiss. The feel of my chest pressed to his, his fingers tangled in my hair caused a moan to escape my lips and Lucas took full advantage of that to slip his tongue into my mouth to tango mine. I bring my legs up to wrap around his waist, causing my skirt to ride up so that when I pull myself to the edge of the counter, my bare center is pressed to the bulge in his pants. As I grind against his hardened length, he tightens his grip on my hair and gro
Heather POV I’m starting to think that this may be a trend, waking up sore but relaxed at the same time. It seems that Rory and Laydon had just as much fun with Indigo as I do with Reed and Lucas. I can hear soft snoring coming from Indigo so I’m going to hazard a guess that she isn’t going to complain about what went on. I feel tingles run through my body as a finger traces the outline of what I think is a handprint on my ass. “It appears that Indigo can be just as knotty as you and, according to Rory, needed to be punished,” Reed says as he squeezes my ass while covering what I’m assuming is his handprint that Rory left. “Yes, Laydon says that Indigo enjoys her punishments just as much as you do,” Lucas says as he takes my breast into his mouth and curls his tongue around my nipple. I slid my hand into Lucas’ hair, pulling him closer. At the same time, Reed kisses his way along my shoulder to my marking spot. I started to moan only for it to be drowned out by the growl of my stoma
Heather POV “You’ve been told not to squeeze your thighs together. Do you need more of a spanking to remember?” Lucas asks in that dominating voice that makes me wet all on its own. “No, Sir. I will stop.” I said, moving my thighs a little bit apart. “Good, now pay attention to the rules of this game, because we will not repeat ourselves. Would you like to know what the punishment will be if you break any of the rules?” Lucas asks. “No, Sir, if I break a rule I will take whatever punishment you see fit. I trust you to punish me well.” The low growls, almost moans I hear are enough to tell me that they liked that answer. And I think most of it was that I told them I trust them. “You are going to help make supper tonight, which means you will be moving around.” I look wide-eyed at Lucas, how does he expect me to function with whatever this is in me? “You will be just fine.” He says with a smirk on his face that says he knows what I was thinking. “While you help, you will not cum.”
Lucas POV That was not the turn of events that I thought was going to happen after Laydon tried to mark Heather. I thought for sure that I was going to be told off and not allowed near her, but again she surprised me. It wasn’t me she was upset with. Hell, she wasn’t even upset with Laydon. I think I was more pissed at him than she was. I don’t know how we got so lucky to be given a chance to have such a caring and understanding woman in our lives. When Reed and I started talking with our wolves, we hadn’t planned on it taking so long, but she didn’t interrupt us. She knew we needed to do it. Flashback I scraped my teeth across the hickey I gave her, thinking about what it would feel like to make it permanent. When I feel my teeth extend, Laydon starts to push through. I quickly pull away from Heather, not trusting Laydon to stop. That is when I realized how close to the edge I had pulled Heather. “Oh shit, Heather I’m sorry,” I said as I helped Reed put her on the counter. “What
Heather POV Well, this is one of the worst steak dinners I have ever had. It is a close second to the one that my Dad did the day that he got distracted by the hockey game and forgot to take the steaks off the grill. They were burnt to a crisp. The raccoon that had been hanging around the woods behind our house at the time wouldn't even touch them. At least these are only dried out, but the potatoes were overcooked, and the broccoli was soggy, but it was well worth it. After Reed had carried me to the bathroom, I dropped to my knees as soon as he sat me down. Pulling his jogging pants down as I went and taking his big hard cock into my mouth before he had a chance to stop me. Even though I had just had one of my biggest orgasms, I wanted them. In my mouth, in my pussy, I was even on the edge of asking Lucas to fuck me in the ass. I just wanted them in me. Reed fisted his hand into my hair and started to thrust into my mouth. I let my throat relax and took every inch of him. It caused
Reed POVAs we sat and ate our horrible steak dinner, the only thought going through my head was, do we keep forgetting the condoms on purpose, subconsciously? How else could you explain that both Lucas and I are always forgetting? I mean, even with all the screwing around that Lucas did during the bad years, he never forgot. Don’t get me wrong, I want kids, and I want them with Heather. I want as many as Heather will let us give her, but I don’t know if I want to be a Dad at twenty. Watching as Heather scattered condoms all over the apartment did relieve some of the tension that I was feeling. I believed her when she said that she wasn’t mad. That doesn’t mean I’m not kicking myself in the ass over it. “Get out of your head. Things will be fine. For one, she is on birth control, two, like Heather said, if something happens we will deal with it then, but don’t let it ruin our time together.” Lucas suddenly links me. I turned and gave him a small smile. I was just about to comment back
Lucas POV “Did that type of stuff interest you?” Reed asks. Rubbing his thumb in small circles on her calf. “Yes.” She answers, nodding shyly. “But only two of the three that I found.” I had a pretty good idea which two it was, but I wasn’t going to make any assumptions. I reached into the bag and pulled out the largest of the packages. “Would this be handy to help you get used to things for one of them?” I said, handing her the box. I watched as her eyes went wide with surprise. “After what happened the other day with my finger and the fact that you seemed to like it, Reed and I thought that this might be a good idea, so you didn’t get hurt. Heather reached over and grabbed my hand, curling my fingers so that just my index finger was straight. She placed my hand on the box and started comparing the size of my finger to the three different items in the box. Nodding her head when she had figured out what she wanted to know. Keeping the box on her lap, Heather pointed to the bag. “Is
Heather POV We spent the night watching videos and reading articles. Trying to get as much information as we could. We talked about the dominant stuff being only for the bedroom and playtimes. They weren't looking to make me a slave. There were, however, some aspects of being a Dom that the guys talked about overflowing into the rest of our lives. Things such as them wanting to take care of me, protecting me, and making sure that I’m happy. From some of the articles, Lucas found those were some of the things that seemed to be stressed as being important for being a good Dom. Hell if that’s the case, every male wolf I have ever known with a mate is a Dom. Crawling into bed, I felt calmer than I had in a long time. I wasn’t scared that I was going to wake up alone. And I wasn’t scared that someone was going to try and take me away. I curled up on my right side, my head tucked under Reed’s chin, Lucas behind me with his face nuzzled in the crock of my neck and both of them with their a