Page 135 of Not Your Ordinary Shifter

I gripped the corner of the blanket, prepared to throw it off me and stand, when a sexy hunk, whistling and holding a tray came walking through the bedroom door. Seriously, I drooled. Every woman deserves something just like this in their life.

“Ah! You’re awake! I have breakfast.” Ren’s smile was infectious. He was still completely naked too. Even the leg with the bandage, which drew my attention immediately.

“Your leg!” I yelped and jumped off the bed to investigate. The skin was clean with no marks or any evidence of all from the injury. When I looked back up at him from my crouched position on the floor, he smiled and shrugged. “Shifters heal a bit faster.”

Before I could say anything else, the juicy dick that was only inches from my face did a little twitch that in my head translated to one of those sexy ‘come hither’ motions. How can I say no to that?

Before Ren could catch on to my intentions, I sprang up on my knees and took his dick all the way in. He yelped and I heard metal and glass shuffle on the tray he was holding. I wonder how well he can balance things if I continue?

Hollowing out my cheeks, I began to slurp and bob on his cock. He moaned and I reached up to grip his balls. Again he yelped.

“Tiff I… oh fuck yes… baby you can… as much as it pains me to do this… oh baby yes… no… I mean… BREAKFAST!”

When I release his dick with an audible pop at his scream for breakfast, we both break into a fit of laughter. I crawl onto the bed and plop down in the spot where I woke up, as Ren extends the legs of the tray and sets it over me like a little table. We eat together—sometimes he stops to feed me, or I stop and just watch him—in relative silence for about ten minutes before the door bursts open.

Mat stands in the doorway, licking his lips, and eyes me like he wants to eatmefor breakfast. His cock is on displayas apparently my men don’t do clothes. Which is fine with me, unless there are other people around. I may not be a violent person, but I could feel myself getting stabby over these two.

Ren must take the silent cue because he lifts the tray from the bed as Mat stalks towards me. My heart thumps wildly in my chest and I can’t help to feel a little bit like his prey. When he reaches the end of the bed, he grips my ankles and pulls me all the way down until my butt hits the edge. He sinks down on his knees and buries his nose in my pussy, inhaling deeply.

A low growl in his throat—one that I now realize reminds me of an alligator—is the only sound I get before he begins to eat me like a starved man. I’ve never been someone’s breakfast before, but I could absolutely get used to this.

When I start to writhe, Ren moves behind me to help hold me in place. This time, when I come, Mat doesn’t let me ride it out gently. He pushes and nips and sucks even harder until my pulsing turns into an explosion as I squirt all over my man's face. Before I can say a word, Ren leans in close to my ear.

“Good girl.”

The praise almost makes me come again, but Mat leans back and gives my pussy a little slap, before standing up and shoving his dick deep inside me.

If I were to die this very morning… I think I would be ok with that.

Chapter

Nine

One last box and… done!

It took four days, but me and the guys managed to get my entire apartment packed up and now the last box was added to the truck.

If you had told me a week ago that I would be packing all of my belongings up and moving to an entirely different country with not one buttwomen who worshipped me, I would have told you to get off the drugs. Toss in the fact that both of them are shifters, and I would have driven you to rehab myself.

But here I am.

Yes, this is happening and yes, I am still completely geeking out about it all.

“Is that all of it, babe?” Ren comes up behind me and wraps me in a hug.

“It better be. The truck is full.” Mat grumbles from the doorway. Part of his grumpy facade is just for show, but a tiny part is because of the city. He hates the busy energy of it all and the lack of trees and nature. Hell, we all do.

The hand-built house on the edge of the preserve feels more like a home to me than any other place before it. They built it together. For their mate. Formebefore they even knew me.

“Yeah. That is the last of it.” I move away from Ren’s embrace to take one last look out of the apartment window. The city bustles below, as people rush to work and appointments. In the distance, you can just make out the sparkle of water from the river.

At one point, this place was my haven from the memories that tormented me every night. I surrounded myself with the loud noises of city life to help drown out the gunshots that would randomly plague my mind and send me into a spiral. So many nights, I would drag myself to the garden tub and just sit inside of it. Shaking. Terror-stricken as memories flashed before me as fresh and clear as the day it all happened.

Never did I expect the treatment for my PTSD to come in the form of two men in a forest, in the middle of nowhere. But they give me strength.

In the short time we’ve had together, I already feel stronger and more confident. I even bought shorts again. Something I haven’t worn since the incident or the surgeries that followed. While I was at it, I bought myself a bikini. Both men laughed as our usual swimming place requires no clothing at all, but it made me feel sexy, and so Mat demanded we get it.

I had never expected them to want me to stay with them. I mean, I had hoped, but since this is my first time with the whole mate thing, I wasn’t quite sure how it worked. Honestly, part of me was afraid thatmatewas just meant for the season. I nearly died the night I thought they may only want me until the season's end. That was quite a ledge they pulled me back from.

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