Samantha

I just sat there, slack-jawed, and watched as Sebastian made his way into the bedroom, eyes the amber of his tiger. And by 'sat' I meant being impaled on Dean's cock, all of me on full display while Sebastian was drinking me in.

It was Dean's arm tightening around my waist that woke me up from the stupor.

He was expecting me to scramble off his lap. Because that was what I had done the last time Sebastian had walked in on us. And yet, despite knowing what my reaction had been a week ago, Dean had called on his pal to 'come before I lose it'. As in, 'come in before I climax and mark Samantha'. Which if done in Sebastian's absence, would have been a deviation from tonight's plan.

My tigress was proud of how devious her mates were.

I wanted to rip Sebastian a new one. Dean... he was already paying the blue-balls price for going along with the General's plan.

"Get out, Sebastian! Dean, let me off your lap right now!"

"Sweetie, please. He won't do anything you don't want." Dean kissed my shoulder. "He's here only to give you a taste of us sharing you–"

"I haven't agreed to this!" I hissed. But instead of angry, I sounded frantic.

If I didn't put a stop to this immediately, I feared I never would. The idea of being with them both... Holy hell, did that sound so appealing–

But it was wrong! Yep, totally improper and I should be ashamed of myself. As well as angry at the guys for trying it.

My gaze met Sebastian's. I hoped he saw anger in my eyes, and not anticipation. "I was ready to accept Dean's mating mark, not both your marks! I'm not ready for that... yet."

Darn it. That 'yet' had slipped out, and now Sebastian was on to me. The predator had just smelled a weakness, I could see it in how his stance in front of me had changed a fraction. He was preparing to pounce.

"Well," Dean spoke again, "we might have ruined the moment, pal." I felt inside – literally – how uneasy he was about that.

That wasn't the case with Sebastian, however. He went down on his knees, eyes on where Dean and I were still connected.

And I had thought I had been as red as a supernova a minute ago.

"I'll fix the moment," he said firmly. Looking up to meet my gaze, he added, "I won't bite. Not tonight. When you're ready to have me."

"Then leave us," I tried again. I sounded even less convincing than before.

"I'm staying, darlin'. That's non-negotiable."

"Sebastian, don't you dare..." I bit my lower lip as he came closer, shame and excitement warring inside me. "Dean... do something."

"Yes, Dean. Hold our mate steady for me," Sebastian ordered.

Then he went for my clit.

"No–Ahhh!" My body jerked in Dean's hold, my sex contracting around his cock.

He groaned and I felt him begin to harden again.

I looked down. Sebastian, kneeling between my spread thighs, locked eyes with me. "No? You want me to stop, darlin'? You don't want to come on Dean's cock and my tongue?"

Holy... That was just pure evil!

Brain turned to mush, I couldn't reply. So Sebastian took that as a silent agreement and went back to circling my clit with his tongue. He sucked at the nub as well, his beard against my pussy lips adding extra fuel to the inferno blazing inside me.

I bucked, body out of control. Four hands kept me in place, Dean's on my breasts and Sebastian's on my thighs. I was making incoherent sounds that got mixed with Dean's grunts and groans of pleasure as my channel rippled around his cock, back to being fully hard.

"Is she close?" Sebastian demanded to know.

Dean gave my left nipple one more roll between his fingers. "Very. And if we don't stop now, I might disappoint us all."

"Stop?" I cried out. "What do you mean, stop?" Were they going to leave me hanging again? How much more would they torture me?

"Don't worry, darlin'. We won't stop until you've come all over Dean's cock."

Darn. I had no idea dirty talk could affect me so. I climbed a step closer to my peak just at the sound of that.

"Hoist her up, Dean."

"From behind her as I am?"

"Yes. I'll support her weight under the right angle for you."

Okay, I knew I had left my body to their mercy long ago but.... What?

Sebastian got his shirt off and the question evaporated from my mind. Hubba hubba...

Dean got a hold around my waist and Sebastian, under my thighs. Then they were standing up and I suddenly found myself sandwiched between them. My breasts were pressed against Sebastian's chest and my back, to Dean's front. My clit was against the massive bulge in Sebastian's jeans.

"Nope!" I squeaked, finally remembering how to speak. "I can't... both of you at the same time!"

Silence, followed by a chuckle from Dean and an amused grunt from Sebastian.

"Who said anything about getting you double stuffed?" Sebastian asked crudely.

"Someone has watched a lot of m/f/m porn," Dean whispered in my ear.

"I'm serious, guys." I had tried letting my first boyfriend in the back door and hadn't liked it. Getting Dean and Sebastian inside me at the same time? Not happening.

"Good," Sebastian said through his dangerous grin. "Because the day you let me claim you, I won't be satisfied with anything other than your tight little pussy."

Darn.

"Damn, Bas. Don't say things like that, I'm almost at my limit!"

"You'll hold it in, Dean. She comes first."

After that hot statement, Sebastian lifted me up until Dean's length nearly slipped out of me. Then he let me slide back down.

"Yes! Just like that, pal!" Dean groaned, his hands on my waist tightening their hold.

But it was Sebastian who was doing the heavy lifting. It was he who was setting the pace of my joining with Dean, moving me up and down Dean's cock.

It was insane and yet I found myself more turned on than ever.

I wrapped my arms around Sebastian's neck for greater stability when he quickened the pace. With Dean filling me up, my nipples rubbing against Sebastian's pecs and my clit against his six-pack abs, I was doomed.

"Tell me how it feels to be inside our mate," Sebastian rumbled just as I was approaching nirvana. He sounded so strained I wouldn't be surprised if he soon came himself.

"Damn, Bas..."

"Tell me!"

"It feels... right... I want to stay inside our sweetie forever... Aaah... Shift her slightly to the right..."

"Here?"

"A bit further..."

I whimpered.

"Yes, Bas! That's it!"

"Her sweet spot?" My vision was blurry from ecstasy but there was no mistaking Sebastian's grin. "Got you, darlin'. I'll see you fall apart this time. Show me."

"Come for us, sweetie!"

One more thrust and I crested, screaming in immeasurable pleasure. Dean erupted a second later with a roar.

Sebastian's lips captured mine in a possessive kiss at the same time as Dean's teeth sank into the crook of my neck.

An avalanche of emotions swept over me. Love, devotion, dizzying happiness - I felt it all as the mating bond came into existence between me and Dean.

I had feared for nothing: the new link didn't taint the one I had with Eric. It clicked into place next to the first, making it stronger. Beside Eric's calm and warm presence in my mind now stood Dean's playful and carefree one. Where my bond with Eric felt like black velvet cocooning me in safety, the bond with Dean was like bubbly laughter washing all worries away.

The familiar shot of euphoria from the mating mark left me completely boneless. Dean's hands on my waist slipped away as if he, too, couldn't keep himself upright. I giggled inwardly at the realization that were it not for Sebastian, my new – newest! – mate would have dropped me. My poor Dean, I had drained him completely.

As it was, he crumbled back on the bed while I was given the bride-on-her-wedding-day treatment by Sebastian. Nestled in his arms, I was carried to the other side of the bed, his hold on me tight.

Sebastian had kept his word. He had not marked me tonight. The restraint he had shown was remarkable. It gave me hope that he could keep his dominant side under control also when it came to Eric and I.

Tomorrow. I would deal with everything tomorrow. Now I could barely keep my eyes open, let alone think.

Once Sebastian laid me down gently on the cool sheets, Dean rolled closer until he was spooning me.

"Mmm," was all I managed to say. He was so warm and smelling of me and... mine. My tigress was ecstatic, which was cause for purring.

Dean chuckled, nose buried in my hair. "I know. Spooning is that great... But you know what's even better? Mandwiching."

That made me crack one eye open, half asleep as I already was. I had thought Sebastian was taking so long since pealing those tight jeans off couldn't be easy, but instead I saw him by the door, jeans in place, and about to exit the bedroom.

"Stay," I called after him. I couldn't give him what he wanted tonight, but that didn't mean I wasn't ready to cuddle.

After the intimacy we had shared – thanks to his devious plan, no less – he had won the privilege to be my pillow in his own bed.

"Yeah, pal. Come complete our mandwich," Dean mumbled behind me. "Just take that much-needed cold shower first."

Boy had I forgotten about that. Perhaps asking Sebastian to stay was not a good idea. He had a... bulging problem because of me, and sleeping next to each other was only going to make it... bigger.

My poor sasquatch...

I must have drifted off because next time I opened my eyes the lights were off and I was squished between two male bodies. One naked and one in... sweatpants? My arm was wrapped around Sebastian's waist, his beard tickling my forehead, while Dean's arm was draped over my hip.

Blissful peace.

But would it last?