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F aye

Neither Cayson nor Ezra have the chops to beat me in this board game. Cayson is just too reckless, moving before deciding on a strategy, forgetting to collect his money, missing obvious choices that would benefit him. Ezra, on the other hand, is just too nice. He keeps purposefully avoiding buying properties so I won’t have to risk landing on them and isn’t actually playing the helpful cards he collects. Between these two losing strategies, I’m sitting in my pajamas, having only lost my robe.

Meanwhile, both Cayson and Ezra are sitting in nothing but their underwear—Cayson in a pair of black boxers, Ezra in a very nice pair of dark blue boxer briefs. I never thought I’d be so happy to be near two half-naked men, but I’m not minding this one bit. Cayson and Ezra are ridiculously beautiful men, with the kinds of bodies only written about in steamy romance novels. The kind of books I’ve had some experience reading, at least the ones hidden in the back of my grandmother’s closet.

The second they took off their shirts and my gaze ran up and down their washboard abs, my mouth had felt as dry as a desert. When they’d both landed on one of my properties, I’d blushed and said they didn’t have to take off their pants, but they’d insisted. Which, you know, I guess was okay.

More than okay.

“Well,” Cayson had said, laughing, “I guess you don’t have to ask us boxers or briefs ?”

As though that was a question I would ever pose to one of them. I think of the matching set of lace underwear I’m wearing—courtesy of The Selection—and blush down to my collarbone. Whatever I do, I need to keep my clothes on.

Cayson passes around our second wine bottle, and I take a greedy sip, hoping to calm my nerves. It works, a little, as more warmth blossoms inside of me, and I feel the tension in my muscles easing, and my mind working just a tiny bit slower. I’m far from drunk, which is probably smart, but hanging out in Tipsy Ville is just what I need.

“Ha!” Cayson says, when I finally land on one of his properties. “Go ahead, Faye! Lose a piece… I’m hoping for the top, if you’re taking suggestions.”

He raises his eyebrows suggestively, but I just laugh, grabbing my calf and pulling my leg up so I can peel off my remaining sock. I had intended for it to be the least sensual article of clothing I could have chosen, but when I glance up at the guys, they’re both transfixed, their eyes wide and dark.

“I didn’t know you were so flexible,” Ezra mutters, his voice low.

“I stretch every morning,” I say, but it comes out so quiet, I’m not sure either of them heard what I said. Cayson is just staring at me intently, his throat working in his neck, like he keeps thinking to say something, but pulls himself away at the last moment.

We keep playing, rolling and moving, the tension in the room growing with every turn. When Ezra lands on one of my properties, his gaze shoots up to meet mine, and I try to look away, but my mind is racing with the possibilities. What would it be like to see a man completely naked for the first time? I’m pretty sure every square inch of my skin is burning, red hot.

Slowly, he reaches down, taking off the necklace he wears around his chest and setting it to the side, next to his neatly folded clothing. On the other side of Cayson is the haphazard pile he’s been adding to each time he has to strip.

“The idea here was not for me to see Ezra naked,” Cayson grumbles, slouching down and pouting.

I reach out and roll again, just missing Cayson’s property and landing on a bonus square.

“Ha,” I say, holding my hand out to Ezra, who’s functioning as the bank. “Go ahead, pay up.”

“I wish you were cheating,” Cayson says, rolling the dice again and groaning when he has to go into jail. “I wish there was an explanation for why you’re beating us so badly.”

Ezra rolls the dice. He lands on a neutral space and breathes a sigh of relief.

“There is an explanation,” I say, giddily reaching for the dice. In a few turns, I’ll buy Cayson out of his properties and have effectively won the game. “You’re too chaotic, and Ezra is too nice.”

“I knew you’d been letting her win!” Cayson says, jabbing his finger lazily in Ezra’s direction. “Why won’t you let me have nice things, man?”

“I have not been letting her win,” Ezra mumbles, but his heart isn’t in it.

“Oh,” I say, sucking in a breath when I land on Cayson’s property.

Both of the guys look at me, but I try to play it off like it doesn’t matter. Quickly, before I can overthink it, I reach up and tug off the silk top, letting it fall into a puddle next to me. The cool air rushes over my skin and I can feel how exposed I am. My stomach, my sides, the soft curves of my breasts in the silk bra I’m wearing.

I guess I just have to be thankful that I am wearing a bra.

Glancing up slowly, I look at them beneath my lashes. I can tell the guys are surprised by my choice of underwear, and for the first time since arriving here, I’m actually happy that The Selection has made the choice to dress me up. I never would have chosen something like this myself, but seeing the way they’re looking at me fills me with a new found confidence that my granny panties could’ve never given me.

“White… suits you,” Ezra says, sounding a bit uncomfortable.

“You have an amazing rack is what he meant to say,” Cayson tells me.

“Cayson!” Ezra scolds.

My cheeks heat, and I realize they’re both staring. “Just play the game.”

Leaning forward across the board, I place the money I have to pay Cayson in front of him, giving him a full view of my cleavage as I do. It’s not like I’m well-endowed. I have pretty average breasts, from what I can tell, but Cayson looks at me like he’s been lost in the desert and I’m a water-filled mirage. Which, you know, is good for my ego.

The wine bottle is passed around again, and the energy in the room sizzles with something I’m unsure about. One thing’s for certain: the playfulness has changed, turning into something else. Something more powerful.

“Your turn,” Ezra says, swallowing hard and glancing at Cayson. He clears his throat, snapping his fingers when Cayson doesn’t pay attention. “Dude—your turn.”

“Right,” Cayson says, blinking and reaching for the dice. He doesn’t get out of jail, but it doesn’t seem like it bothers him in the slightest. Ezra rolls, gets a card, and quietly keeps his eyes down on his money, pretending to re-organize it for the third time.

When I go again, I land on one of the few properties Ezra had purchased. Once again, their eyes meet mine, and once again, I take that confidence and run with it, standing up from the bed and letting my silk shorts drop to the floor before climbing back onto the duvet and sitting on my knees.

I feel the air—and their eyes—everywhere on me now, and part of me wants to just say the hell with it, to beg for their touch, to fall back and see what it’s like to be with a man, to be with an alpha—no, to be with two alphas.

But, I remind myself, this whole thing is for show. None of this is real.

Something inside of me tenses. It is for show, but who are Cayson and Ezra putting on a show for right now? We’re the only ones in the room. There’s nobody to convince of our mating bond right now.

We go for another turn. Once again, Cayson and Ezra skate by, but it seems like my luck has turned. I’ve landed on Cayson’s property.

I swallow hard. The thought of undoing my bra in front of them makes me feel like I’m beet red from head to toe. Somehow when I agreed to this whole game, I hadn’t thought far enough ahead to think about us actually getting naked in front of each other. I can’t back down now, no matter how nervous I am about showing my breasts to another human being. To men. To Ezra and Cayson.

I reach behind my back, struggling with the clasp of the bra.

When Cayson sees that I can’t get it, he’s immediately on his feet. “Here,” he murmurs, coming behind me, his warm stomach pressing against my back for a brief moment, before he pulls away, his fingers finding the clasp of the bra and deftly undoing it. “Let me help you.”

“Thanks,” I whisper, then my bra falls away.

Cayson makes a low sound in the back of his throat. Even behind me, his much larger body can easily see all of me, something I’m intimately aware of. “Damn it, Faye, you’re absolutely beautiful.”

I am?

His hands run down my arms, and he whispers, “Can I touch you?”

I don’t know if it’s the wine or Cayson, but I find it’s impossible to resist him. “No one has ever… I’ve never.”

“You’re a virgin?” Ezra asks, sounding shocked.

I nod, feeling strangely embarrassed. Most women my age have had sex before. Usually with a lot of different shifters. Part of growing up is learning enough in bed that we know what we like and don’t like. But the truth is, I haven’t had many chances to be around men, let alone form relationships with them enough that they’d lead to sex.

“Then I’ll go slow. You tell me if you don’t like anything, and I’ll stop,” Cayson murmurs, and there’s nothing in his voice to indicate that he’s bothered by my inexperience.

I see the two men look at each other. Then Ezra nods, as if they’ve come to a silent agreement. Ezra looks at me next.

Nibbling my bottom lip, unsure of what he wants, I just nod too, and something in his face eases, telling me I did the right thing. Apparently, he needed my permission first. What a strange idea.

Cayson’s hands move from stroking my arms to stroking my sides, sending goosebumps racing across my flesh when his fingers stroke the sides of my breasts. Tension grows inside my body until I feel like I’m going to scream, but I don’t know why. Then Ezra reaches forward and strokes my nipples really gently, slowly, completely unhurried, before he plucks my nipples, making me gasp. My nipples harden as he squeezes and plays with them, and then Cayson is cupping the weight of my breasts in his hands.

My head falls back, and Cayson’s gaze meets mine. His head lowers and captures my lips, and then I’m being kissed like I’ve never been kissed in my life. His mouth is firm and soft all at the same time, and when I part my lips to draw in a deep breath, his tongue delves inside.

I’m breathing hard. My breasts are being played with by both men. Cayson’s expert tongue is doing things to my mouth that has me feeling hot and bothered. I’m embarrassed when I realize that I’m actually wet. Soaking the little pair of panties that I’m still wearing.

Cayson breaks our kiss, breathing hard, his eyes dark. “Is this okay? Do you like what we’re doing?”

Not sure I can speak, I just nod.

“What if we wanted to go further? Would you be okay with that?” Ezra asks, and there’s no pressure in his voice, just need.

Would I be okay with that? After The Selection, I’ll be going home to my cold, lonely cabin. Being with these two men might be my only chance to be with a man. My only chance at having someone make love to me. And who better could I choose for something like that than two men I trust and care about? Two men I know would never hurt me.

“Let’s keep going,” I manage.

They lay me back in the middle of the bed. I have one second to consider what might happen next before they sandwich me between them. Each man takes one of my breasts, and then starts sucking. And, oh my gods, it feels so good. Like being lit on fire with pleasure. My eyes roll back in my head, and I just lose myself in the incredible feeling. Their sucking is soft sometimes, hard other times, and sometimes they use their teeth gently to make my nerves scream with pleasure. I twist and turn between them, feeling lost to the sensations.

I don’t know how long we lay like that before Ezra breaks free from my breast. One of his hands slides down my stomach. His fingers reach the elastic of my white silk underwear, and he hesitates. “What if I were to touch you here?”

He wants to touch me where I’m so hot and so wet? I’m embarrassed just thinking about it, but I also feel like I’m dying to be touched there. To feel some relief.

“Yes,” I whisper.

His hand slides further into my underwear. One of his fingers caresses my entrance before he gently parts me. The instant his fingers brush my wet core I tense, my body sizzling with need.

“Is that okay?” Ezra asks, his voice husky.

“Yes,” I tell him again.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re so damn wet.”

I start to close my legs. “Is that… is that a bad thing?”

Ezra chuckles low in his throat. “It’s an amazing thing. It means we’re turning you on. It means your body is getting ready to have us inside you.”

I didn’t know that. Any of that. But I relax, knowing this is normal. Knowing that… he’s happy about it.

Cayson breaks his lips from my breast, but continues to touch my nipples. “And you smell so good, Faye. You have no idea. Getting you aroused has got to be the best thing I’ve ever scented in my life.”

My cheeks heat, and Cayson’s hand trails downward until they’re both touching me. Lighting my body on fire. Making me so wet that I’m sure I’m soaking the blankets, but they don’t seem to care.

Ezra lifts his hand to his mouth and licks his fingers, then groans.

I stare, a blush heating my cheeks.

He catches my gaze, and says, “You just taste so damn good,” before bringing his fingers back to my core and stroking me once more.

After a few minutes of me lying back, overwhelmed with need, Cayson draws my underwear off and pushes my legs further apart, then Cayson asks, “Can we lick you? I’m fucking dying to taste you.”

My heart races. I’m not sure what to expect, but I’ve liked everything else they’ve been doing, so I’m sure I’ll like this too. “Okay.”

His words turn me on, and Ezra moves his fingers with a sudden quickness.

Moaning, I feel my body throb.

“Fuck,” Cayson moans, “you made her gush.”

“Gush?” I ask, breathing hard.

Ezra kisses me. “It’s a good thing, Jelly Bean. A very good thing.”

Cayson slides down between my legs, and I tense, waiting. Then, his hot tongue begins to lick my folds, touching a bundle of nerves that just feels oh so good. Unable to help myself, I cry out.

Ezra is back at my side, and his mouth finds mine. We’re kissing and kissing, drinking each other in. I’m holding onto him, or else I’ll get lost in the storm, and Cayson is doing impossible things to my body. With each lick of his tongue, stars dance in my vision. Each time he sucks, I feel like my soul leaves my body. The man should make a career out of this, because it’s just so good that I’m losing all control.

Ezra’s hands begin to play with my breasts again. His tongue tangles with my own, and we’re both breathing hard. Panting. The minutes spin away as they seem to have all the time in the world to drive me crazy. My body seems to be heating up, preparing for something, but every time I get close, they pull away.

Finally, I break my lips from Ezra’s, my heart beating wildly. “I think… I need more. Someone, please.”

Cayson’s licking stops. Ezra freezes beside me. I shift, uncomfortable, wondering why they stopped.

Ezra kisses the space behind my ear gently. “Are you sure, Faye? Are you sure that’s what you want?”

I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”

Cayson moves to lay at my side. He looks at Ezra. “You go first. You’ll be more patient… more gentle.”

Ezra nods.

Standing, he removes his underwear, and his erection pops free. My jaw drops. I’ve never seen a man naked before. I don’t know what I expected, but the massive cock in front of me is not it.

“Will that fit?” The question explodes from my lips.

Ezra chuckles darkly. “You were made to take my cock. It’ll fit.”

I’m not so sure, but he climbs on top of me.

Beside me, Cayson rises and slides off his underwear too, and a tremble moves through me. Men can’t possibly all be built like this. They might be telling me this is natural, but there’s nothing natural about their massive tent poles. No one can tell me that other men are this big.

Cayson climbs back in bed with me, takes my hand, and wraps it around his cock. It is slick and feels unbelievably good in my hand. It’s like silk over iron, soft yet hard all at the same time. He leads me, showing me how to grip him, how to run my hand up and down his cock, while squeezing tightly. I know I must be doing it right when he groans, and his whole body shudders beside me.

Ezra, on the other hand, nudges my legs, spreading me wider. When he’s between my thighs, settled on top of me, I truly start to wonder if this is going to work. I’m tiny compared to him. He’s a giant of a man. His cock can’t possibly fit. Can it?

He kisses down my neck. “This might hurt a little, but I’ll go slow. I’ll be gentle.”

I calm at his words. Ezra could never hurt me, not really. If he’s promising to be slow and gentle, then he will be.

The tip of his cock presses into my folds, and he begins to slide himself in my wetness. The movement makes my toes curl, and I’m breathing hard as he continues to play just inside of me. Making me want all kinds of things that I’ve never wanted before.

When his tip begins to slide into my entrance, I steel myself for pain, but Ezra is very, very slow. His mouth moves down my neck, sucking harder and harder until he lightly bites me, followed by a groan.

Cayson’s hard cock feels incredible in my hand, and his warm body against mine makes me feel safe and protected. When I glance at him and see his eyes hooded, and his incredibly beautiful face, I’m a bit amazed that these two men are somehow here with me. How did I get so lucky?

Ezra pushes deeper and deeper inside me until he stops, hesitating. “You’re sure?”

My nails dig into his back. “Please,” I beg him.

He takes a deep breath that shakes his entire body, then pushes in. There’s a brief moment of pain. A flash of surprise and confusion all at once. My body seems to be in shock, tense and distracted from my pleasure.

Ezra captures my lips and kisses me harder and harder, until the memory of the pain begins to fade away, and I start to wiggle beneath him, wanting more. He pushes deeper into me, the fit impossibly tight, but also surprisingly pleasurable.

When he comes to his hilt, he breaks our kiss. I hear him release a string of curses the likes of which I never imagined coming from him.

Cayson gives a humorless laugh. “Not as easy to keep control in her tight, little body as you thought, huh?”

“Shut up,” Ezra groans.

For a brief moment I wonder if I’ve done something wrong when he pulls out, then pushes back into me. I gasp as pleasure explodes through every inch of my body, and I cling to him as my head spins. He murmurs my name, pulls out again, then slams back in. Over and over again he takes me so deep and so hard that I feel like I must be dreaming. That nothing could ever feel this good.

My nails cut into his back. My legs rise and wrap around him, and I time the stroking of Cayson’s cock with our thrusts, making it feel like we’re all working together.

In and out he moves. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. My eyes roll back in my head, something akin to a lightning strike rolls through me, and I come completely undone, screaming Ezra’s name, riding him just like he’s riding me. Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced is making me completely lose my mind.

And then I feel hot liquid squirt inside me, and realize he’s come. His scent fills the room. If I thought he smelled good before, it’s nothing to the way he smells now. It’s intoxicating. It makes me want to take his cock in my mouth and taste that sweet scent, but he keeps riding me, letting every drop of his cum slide into me until he finally calms on top of me.

Cayson’s scent hits me then and makes me salivate for him. I realize warmth has spilled down my hand and look to see white liquid dripping over my hand, and Cayson collapsed back, looking satisfied. I made him come too.

“You smell so good I just want to taste you,” I say.

Both men jerk to look at me. I lift my hand off of Cayson’s cock and start licking, loving that his cum tastes just like him. Sweet and salty all at once. They groan, and I watch as Cayson’s cock gets hard once more.

“Move,” Cayson tells Ezra.

Ezra pulls out of me, and I whimper.

Cayson gives me a wicked smile. “Don’t worry, we’re not done yet.”

Ezra rolls to my side and Cayson climbs on top.

“Are you sore?” Cayson asks.

I shake my head.

“Good,” he tells me, his dark eyes full of need. “Because you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. Since the day I met you.”

There’s no hesitation when he plunges into me. No soft caresses or easy touches. He sucks my neck, hard. He bites me multiple times, but not enough to break my skin. Not enough to mark me. Then he begins to slowly move inside of me, almost as if he’s testing my body. Our eyes lock, and he must see something good there, because his look of surprise turns to pleasure, and his speed increases. He begins to fuck me so hard that if I thought I had an understanding of sex a minute ago, I had no idea.

He lifts me off of the bed, and while kneeling in the center of it, fucks me in the air, my legs wrapped around his back. Just when I think I’m going to explode, he flips me onto my stomach and starts to thrust wildly into me all over again.

Ezra moves to my mouth. His erect cock makes it clear what he wants. I spread my lips, and he enters without hesitation. His eyes close as he takes my mouth the way he’d taken my pussy before. His movements are slow at first, then faster and faster until he groans, and his seed spills into my mouth, salty and sweet goodness that leaves me reeling.

He collapses beside me on the bed, but Cayson isn’t done with me yet. My body isn’t done with this night, and these men, just yet.

Grabbing a hold of my hair, Cayson fucks me from behind like a wild animal, until I’m begging for him to finish me. He does, by switching his rhythm and his pace, bringing me to the edge, then kicking me off of it.

Stars explode in front of my vision, and my orgasm radiates through my body in waves. I’m screaming his name, having lost all control, when he comes inside of me. That delicious scent of his fills me. He collapses on top of me, but only for a minute before rolling off of my much smaller body.

They pull me into the middle of them, and I’m shocked by how good I feel. There’s a soul-deep contentment that I don’t think I’ve ever felt before. Their hands are gentle as they touch my body. The warmth of them is so close to me, comforting me.

“So, that’s sex,” I say softly.

Cayson chuckles. “That’s sex, but there’s so much more. More that I’ll be glad to teach you.”

“She’s a quick student,” Ezra says, followed by a chuckle.

I’m proud. I had sex. Sex with two men I trust and like. And they’d been happy with what I’d done. Tomorrow might bring more problems, but for tonight, I’m content.