Wyatt
I followed Byron back into the house, up the stairs, and into the bedroom. When I shut the door and he would have set her down on her feet, she made an adorable sound of protest and tugged on his neck. “Bed,” she murmured. He smiled and complied, setting her gently into the center of the bed.
“Mmmm, aren’t you coming?” she said sleepily, blinking at us.
I lowered myself onto my side of the bed. I was starving. We had missed breakfast and lunch, and my stomach was rumbling. But Bella was looking at me with that sweet pleading look, and I couldn’t deny her. God help me, I was like putty in her hands. I would have fasted for forty days just to lay beside her. I stripped off my shirt and pulled back the covers. However, when I sank beside her I got a whiff of Byron’s shirt. “Ugh, Bella. You can’t sleep in Byron’s dirty shirt.”
“Mmphh,” she mumbled and simply skimmed out of it. I blinked at her in surprise as she tossed it carelessly on the floor. Where was the shy, shrinking Bella? We seemed to have lost her somewhere in the woods, or else she was just too tired to even care anymore. Gloriously naked, she wiggled around between us like a puppy trying to get comfortable. She pushed her backside up against Byron. The look on his face was one of pained delight as her bare, round bottom pressed innocently into his groin. She fumbled around and grabbed his hand, and positioned it so that he was hugging her, and his hand was tucked securely under her waist. I was just starting to feel jealous of my brother when she reached for me. She tugged at me impatiently, until I was pressed against the length of her, her small soft breasts crushed against me. Her arms wrapped around me tightly.
Nothing in my life compared to the feeling of contentment I had at that moment, with my mate holding on to me securely like she would never let me go. The love that washed over me was smothering. I opened my mouth, as I struggled to find words to tell her... but before I found a way to express myself, I heard a soft snore. She was already asleep.
Bella
Something felt different in me. I had been held captive in White Pines, but inside of me had been a different kind of slavery. I had been bound by my own fear and my own shame. And when I shifted for the first time, when I felt the strength and power of my wolf, when I experienced the freedom of running through the forest, that chain inside of me broke.
This is who we are, my wolf whispered in my head.
I stretched sleepily and felt the sparks erupt around me like fireworks. The attraction I felt for my mates was even stronger than before, and I felt desire burning in my core. I twisted around and looked at Byron’s sleeping face. The strong, chiseled lines were relaxed in sleep. Rough stubble darkened his jawline. His lips were parted softly, tempting me, teasing me... I propped myself up on my elbows and inched forward to taste them.
His dark lashes lifted in surprise, his sleepy blue eyes clouding with lust. His hand snaked out behind my neck and drew me closer so that he could kiss me deeper. “Well, good morning beautiful,” he said when we finally broke apart. His voice was rough and rumbly with sleep. I felt Wyatt stir beside me and turned my attention to him. He had rolled away from me in his sleep and had his back to me. I took a moment to appreciate the sculpted muscles of his back, tracing the indent of his spine until he stiffened with wakefulness and rolled toward me. When he was on his back, I climbed on him boldly, straddling his waist so that I could kiss him properly.
I should have felt awkward, right? Who was I to climb on an alpha and kiss him like it was my right to do so? But my wolf was purring happily in my head, and reassuring me, It is our right to do so. They belong to us, and we belong to them. I forgot all about the weird things that would get in the way of intimacy, like morning breath or bedhead. I didn’t know what my mouth tasted like to them, but they tasted sweet and delicious to me, and the more I tasted, the hungrier I got.
Wyatt groaned under my mouth and ran his hands up my naked torso, covering my breasts and kneading them gently. I couldn’t get enough of his hot hands on my body, and I found myself grinding against him. Before I knew what was happening, Byron was there on his knees beside me, moving my hair aside, kissing my neck, and stroking my back. I thought that the need that flamed up inside me was going to consume me.
“Bella... god, Bella wait.” Wyatt was trying to hold my hips still. I growled at him for restraining me, when I wanted, I needed that pressure, that friction.
“Bella... you have to choose... which one of us you will take first.”
That gave me pause. I stilled, and so did they. Two impossibly sexy sleep-mussed brothers staring at me expectantly. Even though I had never had sex I wasn’t completely ignorant. I knew what was supposed to happen. I knew that massive bulge that was barely restrained by Wyatt’s shorts was going to go inside of me. They couldn’t both take me at the same time, right? Trying to imagine both of them taking me at the same time only made me hotter and wetter between my legs, but I shook my head against the idea. It was too much. I wasn't ready for that.
But how could I choose between them? As much as they looked the same, they were two very different men. Byron was gentle and compassionate and playful. Wyatt was the strong, silent one. He seemed hard sometimes, but really he was deep and serious, and careful. I loved them both equally.
I loved them? Had I even known them long enough to love them? Or was it just the mate bond pushing me toward them?
Which brother should take my virginity? How could I pick one without the other feeling slighted?
You know which one, my wolf quietly assured me in my head. And I did.
I turned slightly and pulled Byron toward me, kissing him deeply. I opened my mouth and welcomed his tongue. I kissed him until my lungs were burning for air, and then I pulled away reluctantly. I turned back to Wyatt and looked deeply into his eyes. Wyatt was the firstborn of the brothers, even if it was only by minutes. Although the brothers shared the Alpha role between them, it was always Wyatt who carried the lion's share of the responsibility. He carried everything deep in his heart, his love for his pack, his love for his siblings. But I saw the crack in his armor. I saw it sometimes, that crease of worry between his brows when he thought I wasn’t aware. As I stared down into the deep blue depths of his eyes, I saw his soul there. I felt his insecurity. He thought I was afraid of him. He thought that I love Byron more.
“Wyatt, I choose you.”