Crash & Burn (5 page)

they had little time to claim her, today would be all about Willow and making sure her needs were met. Whatever it took, they would please their mate, and then they would claim her.

The hotel room was the nicest Willow had ever seen. When she’d heard the room would cost over one-hundred a night, she’d almost told Crash and Burn to forget it. She hadn’t realized how expensive a hotel would be. The ones she’d stayed at before had been cheap, and from what she’d gathered, this wasn’t even the most expensive hotel in the area. They’d promised her a nice place, and they’d delivered, but she couldn’t begin to imagine how fancy the more expensive hotels must be.

They’d booked the room for a week and Willow felt guilty that it was costing them so much, but they hadn’t batted an eye and had dropped cash on the counter to pay for the room, and then had given the hotel clerk a card to have on file for any extra fees. She’d seen huge wads of cash hanging around the Black Daggers, but she’d never had it spent on her before.

Willow set her bag down on the dresser and moved around the room, really

more of a suite. The bedroom was separate from the living area and the bathroom was completely enclosed—no sink and counter in the main room. There was a flat-panel TV

on the wall and a small table with four chairs in the corner of the room. The sofa didn’t look big enough to hold all of them, but there was also an armchair available.

“Is this nice enough?” Burn asked.

“It’s the nicest place I’ve ever been,” Willow admitted.

“We don’t have a tub at the clubhouse. Would you like to soak for a bit?” Crash asked. “It will give us some time to prepare the bedroom.”

She wasn’t sure what sort of preparation the bedroom needed, but she agreed to take a bath. She’d never had the luxury of soaking in a tub before so she was going to enjoy it. Willow thought she might even stay in long enough for her fingers to prune. A vague memory haunted her of such a thing happening when she was little, before the Black Daggers had taken her. Her past came to her in bits and pieces, but she couldn’t remember her parents’ faces, didn’t even know if they were still alive, if they still waited for her to come home.

Willow soaked until the water turned cool, then she wrapped a towel around her and went in search of the brothers. She felt exposed, wearing so little, but it was silly since she was about to be naked in front of them. When she stepped into the bedroom, her jaw dropped. They’d pulled the drapes closed and candles burned on the dresser and bedside tables. A vase of roses sat on the dresser. The comforter and top sheet had been pulled down to the foot of the bed, and rose petals dusted the bottom sheet. She’d never seen anything so romantic before and blinked back tears.

“You did all this for me?” she asked softly.

“We wanted to make this special for you,” Crash said. “We know it’s your first time, and while claiming a mate is always special, this time it’s even more so.”

“Do you like it?” Burn asked.

“I love it.”

“Before we get started, we’re going to leave it up to you if we use condoms. Our scent won’t linger on you if we use them, and as shifters we don’t carry any diseases, but there is a chance you could get pregnant. We haven’t discussed children with you.”

“I think I’d like to experience freedom a little longer before having children. I’m not sure I’d make a good mother. I don’t even remember mine. What if I don’t know what to do? What if I don’t have the maternal instinct that women are supposed to be born with?”

Crash took her hand. “Honey, if you want to wait, we’ll wait. But if you’re agreeable to it, we’ll go to the doctor with you and put you on the birth control shots.

That way we don’t have to use condoms and you’ll scent like us, but you won’t get pregnant.”

She nodded. “I like that idea. I don’t want there to be barriers between us, but for now, I think it is best.”

Burn slid open the bedside table drawer and pulled out two condoms, laying

them on top, before closing the drawer. She loved that they had thought ahead, even though she wasn’t sure when they’d purchased the condoms, flowers, and candles. She found herself softening toward them even more, and the hard, outer shell she’d erected began to crack. Or perhaps it had started to break apart last night, when they’d taken such good care of her.

“Just how innocent are you?” Burn asked. “We don’t want to do anything that’s going to scare you.”

“I’ve seen the Black Daggers and Double Deuces having sex in the common room of the clubhouse, and I’ve read romances. But if you’re asking about personal experience, I’ve never even been kissed.” She twisted her hands in front of her. “Is that bad?”

Crash wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against his hard body.

“No, honey. That isn’t bad. It just means we need to take things a little slower than we’d anticipated, but we’ll do whatever we need to for this to be a memorable time for you.

We want you to look back on our mating with fond memories, but I have to warn you, I’ve heard it can hurt a woman the first time. To be honest, neither of us has ever been with a virgin before.”

“Will one of you kiss me?” she asked.

Burn grinned. “How about we both kiss you? Since Crash already has his arms around you, he can go first.”

She looked up at Crash expectantly. He caressed her jaw, tilted her head a little, and then his lips brushed against hers. Willow’s eyes slid shut and she leaned into him a little more. She felt his tongue trace her bottom lip and she opened, letting him inside.

His tongue swept into her mouth and tangled with her tongue before retreating and then delving inside again. Willow had no idea if she was kissing him back the right way, but he didn’t seem to mind her inexperience. If the bulge pressing against her was anything to go by, he seemed rather excited to be kissing her.

Crash pulled back and smiled down at her tenderly before handing her off to Burn. His embrace was just as delicious as Crash’s yet different. He nibbled at the corner of her mouth, teased her lower lip, and finally took control of her mouth, kissing her with an intensity that nearly stole her breath. Burn’s fingers tangled in her hair as he deepened the kiss and Willow couldn’t hold back her whimper. She wanted him, both of them. Her body felt like it was melting from the heat of their kisses and she wanted to experience more.

“I know you’re probably a little shy,” Burn said as he pulled back. “But why don’t you drop the towel, baby? Then crawl onto your stomach on the bed and try to relax. Crash is pretty good at giving massages, or so I’ve heard, and he’ll help you relax.

The more relaxed you are, the less it’s going to hurt when we take you.”

She nodded, her face flaming, as she pulled the towel loose and let it fall to the floor. Embarrassment burned through her, but she tried to tell herself that these were her mates, her husbands, and that it was perfectly fine for them to see her naked. She’d just never been naked in front of anyone before. Not even other women. Bathroom visits were the only times the Black Daggers and Double Deuces had allowed her any privacy.

As she settled in the middle of the bed, she watched Crash pulled a bottle of oil off the bedside table. She hadn’t even noticed it sitting there, but now she noticed other things too, like the bottle of KY warming gel. It seemed that they’d thought of everything. As Crash worked the oil into her back and shoulders, she found herself relaxing and becoming more comfortable with her nudity. Even when he kneaded the globes of her ass, she didn’t clench up.

Crash worked his way down her legs, dug his thumbs into the soles of her feet and then worked his way back up her body again. When he asked her to roll over, she did so cautiously, knowing she would be completely on display. She watched for their reactions and they couldn’t hide the heat that entered their eyes at the sight of her body.

Crash cupped her breasts, kneading them softly and lightly playing with her nipples. Moisture gathered between her thighs and she knew her body was preparing itself for their lovemaking. As his hands danced across her skin, her body relaxed even more. By the time he reached her thighs and gently parted her legs, her breathing was labored and she waited impatiently for the next step.

Her gaze was hungry as she watched him undress, then noticed Burn was doing the same. They were beautiful! Their bodies were hard and lean; their cocks were waving proudly. She’d seen more cocks than she’d ever wanted to, but theirs were beautiful, perfect. And completely hers.

Crash grabbed the warming lube off the table and squirted some on his fingers.

He teased her, sliding his fingers up and down the lips of her pussy, before parting her and teasing her clit. No one had ever touched her there and she gasped at the contact.

Her nipples tightened in response and she tried to stay loose. When he eased a finger inside of her, it burned a little, but he stroked her slowly until she adjusted to the intrusion.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked.

She shook her head, afraid if she told him it burned that he would stop, and she didn’t want him to. She wanted this to happen, very much. He added a second finger and she stretched even more. The books she’d read told her he was preparing her and she knew there was a huge size difference between two of his fingers and his cock. It scared her a little that it might hurt badly, but she was prepared to face it.

When he finally crawled up the bed and settled his hips over hers, her heart was racing out of control. She hadn’t even noticed him donning the condom, but she felt the rubbery latex sliding against her thighs. He leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss that she felt all the way to her toes. His cock brushed against her and she tried not to tense as she felt him slowly enter her.

Her body stretched to accommodate him, but it still hurt. It didn’t just burn, as he broke through her hymen, it hurt like hell. She couldn’t stifle her cry of pain and he stopped, frozen over her, a look in his eyes that told her that he was terrified of causing her more pain. He didn’t move for the longest time, but as her body adjusted to his size, she curled her hands over his shoulders.

“You can move again,” she said.

“It’s hurting you too much. Maybe we shouldn’t do this.”

“Do you want me?” she asked.

“More than anything.”

“Then take me. I may be sore afterward, but I know you need to claim me to

make me your mate. And I know Burn will need to do the same thing. Time is not on our side right now.”

“I promise we’ll make this up to you.”

He took her slowly, his body tense. When he reached between their bodies and played with her clit, the pain lessened and she began to enjoy herself a bit more. By the time he was sliding into her hard and fast, the pain was just a memory and her body was tightening, reaching for her first orgasm. Crash nuzzled her neck and licked her shoulder. As he pounded into her, she let herself go and cried out when her orgasm took her breath away. She felt Crash bite into her shoulder and then he tensed over her and groaned.

It wasn’t quite what she’d pictured her first time would be like, but she didn’t have any complaints. Crash had done his best to make things special for her and had taken more time than most men would have. He eased out of her and got rid of the condom. Burn sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into his arms, just holding her.

Her heart still raced out of control.

“Why don’t we take a break?” Burn suggested. “You should rest before we take things any further.”

Willow shook her head. “I want to belong to both of you. What if something

happens? What if you get called away?”

“She has a point,” Crash said.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Burn said. “Your body needs some time to heal

before I take you. I don’t want you to feel pain when I’m inside you.”

She swallowed, knowing he was right about the pain. She was very tender and sore, but it had been worth it. “Can you do it quickly? Just this one time?”

“If that’s what you want. God knows I’m hard enough for you that if you

touched me I’d probably come. I wanted to love you all night long, nice and slow, but like you said, time is not our friend right now.”

“Claim me, Burn. Make me yours.”

He nodded. “Get on your hands and knees.”

She blushed but did as he said. Willow felt him climb onto the bed behind her, his body brushing against hers. There were no tender touches this time, even though his grasp was light. He did place a kiss in the center of her back before he worked his cock inside of her. He wasn’t quite as big as Crash so it didn’t hurt as much. There was still a burn, but no sharp pain this time.

Burn took her, slowly at first and then faster. Willow felt her body straining for release again. As the burn faded, intense sensations rolled over her. She moaned as he braced himself over her, felt his lips along her shoulder, the opposite side from Crash’s bite. His tongue stroked her skin, and as he came, he bit down, sending her rolling into her own orgasm.

Burn slid from her body and disposed of the condom before cuddling her close.

“I’m sorry that was so fast. You deserved better than that.”

“In case you missed it, I enjoyed that. I won’t lie; it hurt at first, but then it felt really good.”

Crash joined them on the bed, cuddling Willow between them. It felt right, lying in the middle of them like this, as if she’d finally come home. The bite marks on her shoulders hurt a little, but she smiled as she thought about what they meant.

“You’re in a good mood,” Crash said.

“I just realized we’re officially mated. That makes you my husbands, right?”

“In a matter of speaking. We can’t officially be your husbands though. Well, not both of us,” Burn said. “Crash is older by two minutes, so if you want to legally marry one of us, it should be him.”

“I’ll think about it,” she said. “I used to dream that Prince Charming would ride up on a white horse, or rather a white motorcycle, and steal me away from the Black Daggers, carrying me off to safety and making me his princess.”