Tripartite Mate || 18+

I entered the room, my body barely veiled by the skimpy lace bra and sheer panties I wore. As my eyes struggled to adjust to the pervasive darkness, a profound, eerie feeling settled over me. The room felt immense and dangerous, a cave of shadows waiting to swallow me whole. The silence was abruptly shattered by a sharp creak and a decisive swish as the heavy curtains were pulled back. Through the now open window, a cold, silver band of moonlight trickled in, slicing across the floor and partially illuminating the space. With the aid of the moon's light, I was finally able to discern my surroundings. My gaze was drawn inexorably to the deep corner, where a massive chair was half-hidden in the gloom. There he was. Reclining with unnerving ease, he seemed to melt into the black fabric of the shadows. His eyes, however, were two points of intense focus, watching me like a predator stalking its prey, patiently waiting for the perfect, calculated moment to strike. “Hello, Bambi,” he purred, the sound thick and vibrating with raw possession. His husky voice was like a low-frequency hum that went straight to my core, sending a dizzying, pleasurable shiver throughout my entire body and raising immediate, visible goosebumps in its wake. “I think,” another voice rasped, startlingly close to my ear, “our Bambi is cold.” Another intense shudder ran through me as a burst of warm breath brushed my neck. “Hmm,” a third voice hummed in agreement. He was just as close as the second man. “I think so, too. Look how her body is shivering, and look at those little goosebumps.” A cold, deliberate finger traced a path from the back of my ear, down to my collarbone, and then along my side. The contrast of the cold touch and the heat radiating from my skin provoked a fresh wave of intense shivers. Reaching my waist, the finger was replaced by a broad palm that skimmed across my stomach before settling firmly on my hip. A powerful arm quickly wrapped around my midsection, pulling me back against a hard, unyielding chest. My body began to tremble like an autumn leaf. I clenched my thighs together instinctively, a futile attempt to hide the flood of my arousal, but the sweet, musky scent of my desire instantly filled the air. Three sharp, audible inhales followed, seconds before three low, guttural growls rumbled deep in their chests. To my ears, the sound was a mesmerizing mix of a warning snarl and a purr of pure, animal delight. “Oh, the kitty is hungry and wants us to feed her.” The chest pressed against my back vibrated as the third voice filled my ear. I wasn't sure if he meant me or the throbbing core between my legs. “She sure is,” the second voice agreed, his hand becoming bolder. With a practiced motion, he unclasped my bra, freeing my heavy, sensitive breasts. His hand was instantly joined by a second, one cupping each breast. They began to tease my n*****s, pinching and tugging gently. A deep, involuntary purr rumbled up in my throat from the pleasure. “Are you enjoying this, Bambi?” The first voice asked. The owner of that voice, the man from the corner, finally rose. His eyes, hot and hooded, watched every movement of the hands on my chest. He pushed his body from the armchair and stalked forward with slow, deliberate steps until his chest almost brushed against the hands manipulating my breasts. The sheer heat radiating from the man in front of me was overwhelming as I realized I was now completely enclosed by the three men. My skin was hot, my breath was ragged, and my p***y was pulsating with a desperate need. My eyes were glazed over with lust, and my chest continued to purr. Three low and aroused growls rumbled again, sending a lightning-strike of sensation directly to my wet, swollen cunt. Suddenly, the first man’s hand cupped my panty-clad mound, causing me to jump with a sharp gasp. My eyes fell instantly on his large hand touching my p***y, and the sight of it caused another low, guttural purr to sound. I watched, fascinated, as his fingers slipped inside my sheer panties, making direct, thrilling contact with my aching p***y. He immediately applied firm, precise pressure to my throbbing clit, making me cry out with a sharp burst of pleasure. I started grinding my hips against his hand, needing more friction, more heat. It wasn't enough. I wanted more, I needed more. “Please,” I whimpered, the word a soft, pleading sound. Sensing the desperation in my voice, he slid one thick finger inside me. The feeling caused my back to arch sharply as a loud, guttural moan escaped my lips. The hands that had been on my breasts withdrew, only to be immediately replaced by a hot, moist mouth. Picking up his speed, he found and began to stroke a sweet spot deep inside with his finger. After a few agonizingly wonderful moments, he added a second finger, stretching my p***y exquisitely. The sweet, sharp taste of pleasure was building inside me at a rapid, terrifying speed, getting bigger and more impossible to contain with every second. My eyes rolled back completely when his fingers curled inside me, relentlessly plunging and moving: In. Out. Then circling. Left. Right. I couldn't take it anymore; the pleasure was too immense, too all-consuming. Just as I felt the explosive climax coil and twitch, ready to detonate... ~•~ “Viola! Get your ass down here for breakfast now!” my mother’s voice boomed from downstairs. I instantly clapped my hands over my poor ears, genuinely pitying anyone within a ten-foot radius of her. My mother has the decibel level of a jet engine when she yells. I mean, I love her, but her voice is so high-pitched that when she really lets loose, it could shatter glass and is especially torturous for sensitive werewolf hearing. "I will be there in a minute!" I yelled back, just to prevent her from stomping up here. "You better be on the table in fifteen minutes, young lady," she warned, the threat carrying clearly. "I'll be there before the clock hits ten!" I promised, stretching languidly like a cat. My panties felt abnormally wet, the stickiness an immediate and sensual reminder of the dream. What I really struggled to understand was why a werewolf like me was having a vivid fantasy about s*x with three men. It simply doesn't happen. We are notoriously possessive creatures; we mate once, for life, with one person. Three different people? That’s absolutely out of the question for our kind. The only beings often mated to more than one person are Lycans, which I am decidedly not. It was strange, and the mystery only made the image of them more intoxicating. “I should probably get ready,” I muttered to myself, though my head was pounding with the residual heat of the dream. The consequence of reminiscing was a throbbing, aching wetness between my legs. Biting my lip, I decided on a quick release before facing my family. With a soft sigh, I slipped two fingers inside myself. I was already so slick, I didn't need any buildup; they slid in easily. Curling my fingers inside, I let out a soft moan, feeling the sensitive walls of my p***y respond instantly. Since I only had a few precious minutes, I picked up my pace, slamming my fingers in repeatedly until the tension became unbearable. Plunging hard and fast, I channeled the images: their rough yet soft hands on my skin, their deep, husky, manly voices rasping and growling, their mouths sucking on my n*****s, and his fingers relentlessly plunging into my cunt. With a sharp, shuddering hiss, I came in a powerful, body-shaking climax. This was the first time an orgasm had hit me with such a forceful intensity, leaving my legs trembling violently. "Holy. s**t," I gasped, catching my breath. "Viola Finn!" my Mom yelled again, clearly keeping track of the clock. "Oh, crap," I cursed, dragging myself off the bed. I stumbled to the bathroom, quickly cleaning myself up after the powerful climax. I rushed through the rest of my morning routine before heading downstairs. I walked into the kitchen and smiled at my family. I gave both my parents and my brothers a kiss on the cheek. “Good morning, everyone.” My older brother, Jason, and my younger brother, Jack, both gave me their usual megawatt smiles and kissed my forehead. Returning their smiles, I made my way to my seat. My plate was already piled high with pancakes, a silent thank you to whoever did that. I happily dug into my food. “You’ve packed everything, sweetie?” Mom asked, the eternal maternal question. Swallowing a large bite, I responded, “Yes, Mom. I did.” “What exactly did you pack?” she pressed again, unable to let it go. Mothers worry too much about their children, I thought with a sigh, no matter what age they are. “I didn’t pack much, just threw some clothes and the necessities into one duffel bag.” The moment the words crossed my lips, her fork dropped from her hand with a loud clink. Her face was frozen in shock; I swear it looked like I had just told her she missed a 70 percent off liquidation sale. “You only packed that?” Her voice was filled with absolute bewilderment. I nodded, confused by the extreme reaction. “What?!” She screeched, causing all four of us to flinch and cover our ears. Honestly, this woman has a superpower. “What about all that beautiful lingerie I bought you for your eighteenth birthday?” I blushed crimson, remembering the piles of lace, silk, garter belts, and yes, the deeply embarrassing crotchless number she’d gifted me last week. It was a sweet, if mortifying, gesture. “Why would I pack those, Mom?” I asked, my cheeks burning. “Because, dear,” she explained, lowering her voice but maintaining eye contact, “there’s a chance you’ll find your mate at the pack. And if you do, I want you to be completely prepared if things get… heated.” As the implication of my mother’s words sank in, three spoons clattered to the table. My brothers and father were staring in profound shock. Shaking his head vigorously, my father exclaimed, “There will be no s*x!” My brothers immediately nodded their heads in vigorous, emphatic agreement. I, meanwhile, was completely mortified and felt like a tomato, the heat climbing up my neck and cheeks. My mother, however, just turned to them and gave them a piercing glare. “Robert, if she meets her mate, there will obviously be sex.” “No!” My dad snapped, pounding his fist lightly on the table. “My baby will not have s*x until I give him my permission and accept him as her mate. He has to court her, pursue her, like in the old days.” His eyes narrowed into protective slits, as if my future mate were currently sitting across the table, trying to steal his daughter. “You will not do such a thing!” she argued, equally fierce. “If my baby wants to, she’ll have s*x with him! Do I have to remind you, that you were practically balls deep inside me five minutes after meeting me?” “Mom! We absolutely do not need to hear that!” my brothers and I groaned in unison, cringing violently. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. It was truly gross to imagine such an explicit scene involving my parents. After Mom’s comment, breakfast ended fast. No one was willing to risk hearing more inappropriate information, and the entire topic of my mate and s*x was pushed aside instantly. The day passed by quickly and uneventfully, save for a few final, nagging checks from my mother. By the end of the day, my mother had somehow managed to force the lingerie into my duffel bag. Who would have thought her scandalous lingerie would actually come in useful one day? “Oh, God,” I sighed, flopping onto my bed. “Tired?” Mom asked, entering the room. I nodded tiredly. “And excited! I can’t wait to see Uncle Luke, Aunt Jennifer, and Lola,” I exclaimed excitedly. “It’s been a while since you visited them, hasn’t it? I’m surprised you didn’t go sooner, considering how much you love them. I wouldn’t be shocked if one day you call me to say, ‘Mom, I’m moving in with Lola,’” Mom chuckled warmly. “That’s not possible, Mom,” I denied the accusation immediately, adding silently, Unless I meet my mate, that is. “So, my daughter is excited to meet her mate, eh?” Mom teased, a soft smile on her face. “Of course,” I said as a matter of fact. “Who wouldn’t be?” “I’m still not ready to let you go,” she sighed, her expression turning sentimental. “You still feel like the baby who used to whine at me to carry her. They say daughters grow up too fast. I guess that’s right. You grew up too fast.” “Mom, you’re talking as if I’m leaving you forever. It’s just one month, and I’ll be right back under your wings. You can baby me all you want then,” I yawned, struggling to keep my heavy eyes open. “You’re right,” Mom smiled, leaning down. “Sleep now, baby. I love you.” I accepted her kiss on my cheeks, wished her good night, and was out like a light before she even reached the door. I faintly heard the soft click of my door closing as I drifted completely off to sleep, hopefully to a dream that would actually reach a climax this time. ~•~