Tymber Dalton - Triple Dog Dare

She laughed as she gently squeezed his. “And you, if you want that cock sucked, you’d better get in a different position.”

“Ooh, she’s feisty tonight, boys,” Ain teased as he slid both of them a little farther down the bed to allow Brodey access.

She wrapped her fingers around the base of Brodey’s cock and pulled him until he was close enough she could wrap her lips around it, too. Cail returned with the lube, and she stopped fucking Ain long enough that Cail could get her lubed up and his cock seated deep inside her ass.

Elain let go, allowing her body to take over. “Fuck me, boys,” she whispered before swallowing Brodey’s cock again.

Ain set the pace below her. Elain closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of the heat from their bodies washing over her. The only sounds were flesh slapping against flesh as Cail fucked her, the wet sucking of her mouth on Brodey’s cock, and moans of pleasure from all three of them.

Elain felt like she was floating, her clit already swollen from the friction against Ain’s cock. Cail grabbed her waist. “Jeez,” he grumbled, his voice low and full of need, “your ass is so fucking tight, it’s fantastic.”

She loved this, that she could elicit this reaction from all three of them. Her body instinctively moved with them, needing them, wanting them. As the first release swept through her, she cried out around Brodey’s cock.

One of the visions hit her again. This time pregnant and snuggled in bed, each brother with a hand on her swollen belly, all three men wearing expressions of wonder as they felt the baby kick for the first time.

Another orgasm pulled her back into her body in time for her to moan again at the taste of Brodey shooting a hot jet of cum into her mouth. Ain and Cail picked up speed and tempo, their cocks growing hard and triggering another climax as she cried out in pleasure.

With nearly simultaneous growls, the other two brothers came, filling her body with their juices as she collapsed, shivering, on top of Ain.

“Are you okay?” Cail asked.

She grinned. “Waaaay better than okay.” After getting himself and her cleaned up, Cail returned to bed. A funny thought hit her, and she giggled.

“What’s so funny?” Ain mumbled. He was already half asleep.

“I like being the filling in the sandwich,” she said with a sleepy yawn.

Brodey snorted. “More like one of those donuts,” he said. “You know, with the creamy filling.”

She giggled again. “Okay, I like that, too.”

“Let’s get to sleep,” Ain said. “Big day tomorrow.”

“Mmm, cake,” Brodey said.

She laughed again, punctuated by a yawn. “It’s all about the food for you, isn’t it?”

“No, not just the food, babe. The sex is great.”

She snickered. “Horndog.”

“That’s me,” he agreed.

“Sleep,” Cail said. “It’s a good thing.”

On that note, she snuggled closer to her men and closed her eyes. Tomorrow, she would officially become Mrs. Aindreas Lyall.

And her dad would give her away.

Rodolfo sat in the motel room and angrily waited. He didn’t like to be kept waiting, especially by Marston. A little after ten that night, someone softly knocked on his door.

Rodolfo nodded at one of his men, Trent, who opened the door.

Marston stood there, obviously nervous from the way he kept shifting his weight on his feet.

“About time you got here,” Rodolfo scolded. “Where the hell were you?”

“You aren’t the one that dragon woman will fry.”

“Forget that. It’s your own damn fault. What did you find out?”

“The wedding is tomorrow. There will be a lot of people going in and out of the Lyall ranch. Caterers, guests, friends. You should be able to get a couple of your men in close to grab her then.”

“Very good. You might live yet, Marston. Get out.” Once Marston had left, Rodolfo looked at his two best men, Trent and Ken, both Alphas he’d wished had been born his actual sons. “Tomorrow morning, you will go in there, find the Pardie bitch, and bring her to me. If you can grab the coyote as well, fine, but the Pardie bitch is your target. Understood?”

Both men nodded.

“Good. You head out there early. I’ve got my plane standing by tomorrow morning at the airport in Port Charlotte. As soon as we have her, we’ll head there and take off.”

“Where are we going?” one of the men asked.

“I have a compound in Montana. Well armed and well prepared. No one will find us out there.”

The next morning came way too early for Elain’s liking. It started out with Lina barging into their bedroom with a cup of coffee for Elain and running the men out.

“You guys can’t see her in her dress. It’s bad luck.”

Brodey scrambled to find a pair of shorts to put on. “Where are we supposed to get dressed?”

“You all can have the bedroom back after we get everything we need done for her. It won’t take you guys long to get ready.”

Ain leaned in and kissed Elain, who was blearily sipping her coffee. “We’ll see you in a couple of hours, sweetie,” he said.

“Move it, furball,” Lina playfully teased as she swatted him with a pillow.

When they were alone, Lina sat on the bed with Elain. “You okay?”

“I’m not awake, but I’m okay.”

Lina grinned. “Your mom’s been up since five thirty cooking breakfast.”

“Oh, man,” she groaned. “I didn’t want her going through all that trouble.”

“It’s okay. Your dad was up helping her.”

“He was?”

Lina grinned and dropped her voice. “I saw him kiss her, too.”

Okay, now she was awake. “What?”

Lina nodded. “Not swapping spit or anything, just a sweet kiss. But…” She shrugged, her beaming grin practically lighting the room. “I’m telling you, I’ve got a good feeling about this.”

“Feeling, or vision?”

“Not gonna tell you.” Lina laughed and clambered off the bed. “Let’s get you up and moving so the men can eventually get back in here.”

The rest of the morning moved along at a blur. Between Lina, Mai, Callie, her mom, and Lacey, they got Elain’s hair and makeup done and got her into her dress. When the photographer finished getting the obligatory staged candid shots, Elain stood in the guest bedroom with her mom and the other women gathered around her. She stared into the mirror at the dress. Somehow, she’d never really believed this day would come.

A glance at her hand once again showed no trace of Paul Abernathy’s blood on her skin or under her nails. She had to fight the urge to start reciting Lady Macbeth’s soliloquy.

Did I really do that to the guy?

Sometimes, she thought it’d been a dream, just a hazy nightmare she’d somehow managed to twist into a memory. Then she snapped out of that wishful thinking and tried to accept her new reality, that this was her life.

Carla dabbed at tears in her eyes even though she had a broad, beaming smile on her face. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

Elain smiled at her in the mirror. “Thanks, Mom.” She hugged her. “I’m so glad you and Dad are both here.” Over the past couple of weeks, even though Carla and Liam still had separate bedrooms, they’d gone out alone on several dates and spent a lot of time together when Liam wasn’t out working with Ain and the guys on the ranch.

“You are gorgeous,” Lina said with a beaming smile. “I might have to change my mind about actually marrying my guys.” When Lina and her men got together, she’d legally changed her name, hyphenating their last name onto hers. She hadn’t actually married either of them because she didn’t believe she needed a piece of paper to prove anything. And she worried they’d kill each other fighting to be the legal groom.