CHAPTER 5: A Cocked Piece and Three Cocks

Betty's POV

I was sitting on the edge of the bed picking at a thread in the quilt when Colt decided to drop the mother of all truth bombs.

It had been a weird few days. You know, the usual. Find out your husband’s a cheating bastard, almost bang his friend in a remote cabin then watch said brother’s other brothers turn into giant naked wolves right in front of you.. standard Tuesday stuff.

Colt had been surprisingly calm about the whole werewolf reveal. He’d brought me a coffee... black how I liked it... and sat down like he was about to explain a weird stain on the ceiling, not the complete upheaval of everything I thought was real.

“So, let me get this straight,” I said, finally breaking the silence. “You’re a werewolf.”

“Yes,” he said, his voice steady.

“And Damon and Blaze… also werewolves.”

“Correct.”

“And my shithead husband, Travis… also a werewolf? And I lived with him for three years and never noticed he turned into a furry monster once a month?”

“The ‘camping trips’,” Colt nodded, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “And we’re stronger, faster. Our senses are… more. It’s how we found you at the cabin.”

I took a long sip of coffee. It was good.

“Right. So, what now? You’re gonna lock me in a tower? Sell my story to the National Enquirer?”

Colt leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. This was it.. the big one. I could feel it coming.

“It’s about why you kissed me,” he started, his gaze intense. “Why I couldn’t stop myself. It’s not just… attraction, Betty. It’s a pull. A bond. You’re my mate.”

I blinked.

“Your… what now?”

“My mate. My destined partner. My other half. It’s a wolf thing. It explains everything.”

A laugh bubbled out of me, half hysterical.

“A wolf thing. Of course it is.” Then the other part of his sentence hit me. “Wait. Your mate? So, what, I’m just… assigned to you? Like a parking spot?”

He shifted, suddenly looking uncomfortable.

“Well… not exactly.”

“Spit it out, Fido.”

He ran a hand through his hair.

“It’s not just me.”

The room got very quiet and I could hear the clock ticking in the kitchen.

“Come again?”

“You’re not just my mate, Betty.” He let out a long breath. “You’re Damon’s mate, too. And… you’re Blaze’s.”

I just stared at him. My brain tried to process the words, failed spectacularly and short-circuited.

“You’re telling me,” I said slowly, “that I, Betty, the clueless human who didn’t know her husband was a werewolf, am somehow the fated soulmate to not one, not two but three giant, furry, motorcycle-riding beefcakes? And one of them fucking hates me?”

“Blaze doesn’t hate you,” Colt said, though he didn’t sound convinced. “He’s just… possessive. He doesn’t like sharing. The idea that his mate is also ours… it pisses him off. A lot.”

I fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Well, fuck me running.”

“That’s… kind of the idea,” Colt said and I could hear the smirk in his voice.

***

I chose to stay. Going back to Travis, the cheating werewolf suddenly seemed like the boring option. My life was now a SyFy original movie and honestly? It was a hell of a lot more interesting than PTA meetings.

A few days passed. Colt checked on me, brought food and made sure I wasn’t losing my mind. Damon brought me books while Blaze glowered from the doorway.

This particular afternoon, Colt was heading out.

“Gotta do a club run. You good?”

“Peachy,” I said, following him to the door.

He turned to say goodbye and my eyes landed on the very obvious very large bulge straining against the front of his jeans. I couldn’t help it so I pointed.

“Whoa there, cowboy. What’s that for?”

Colt flushed with a deep red creeping up his neck but he laughed nervously.

“Sorry. It’s… it happens. Being near you… it’s intense. And with the full moon coming up… the urges are… stronger.”

The full moon. Right.

Something hot and reckless coiled in my stomach and all this talk of mates and moons and urges.. all the anger at Travis, the confusion and the weirdness of it all needed an outlet and Colt’s zipper looked like a great place to start.

Before my brain could catch up with my body, I grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him back into the living room, toward the couch.

“What are you... Betty...” he stammered, his protests weak as I pushed him down.

“Shut up,” I said, my voice lower than usual. “We’re finishing what we started.”

I dropped to my knees in front of him, my fingers going to his belt buckle. His eyes were wide with his breath hitching.

“You don’t have to…” he started but it turned into a groan as my fingers finally found skin, sliding his jeans and boxers down his hips.

Holy. Hell.

He was huge.. thick and hard and all for me. Or, well, for me and Damon and Blaze. Whatever..

I didn’t give him time to think. I wrapped my hand around the base and leaned in, teasing the head with my tongue.

“Fuck, Betty…”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I took him into my mouth as deep as I could, my other hand working what I couldn’t fit.

He swore a stream of filthy beautiful curses, his hands fisting in my hair just holding on. The feeling of his grip with his complete loss of control sent a jolt straight to my core. I was soaking wet!

I came up for air, panting.

“I need… clothes off,” I managed, scrambling to pull my shirt over my head. Colt’s eyes were black with hunger, watching my every move.

I dropped to my knees and was just about to go back to my very important work when I felt it.

A sudden slick pressure at the entrance of my pussy from behind and a blunt tip pressed against me then pushing in.

I yelped with my body seizing up in surprise. Colt’s eyes shot over my shoulder and a lazy knowing smirk spread across his face..

“Shhh,” a familiar voice murmured in my ear. Damon! “Couldn’t help myself.”

Before I could form a protest, he plunged into me fully, stealing my breath.

My hands flew back, bracing against his muscular thighs as he filled me completely. My head fell back against his shoulder as a moan was ripped from my throat.

“T-trying to put me off?” Damon whispered, his breath hot on my neck as he started to move, setting a slow devastating rhythm.

“N-no,” I gasped, my eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck… don’t you dare stop.”

What did I have to lose? My shitty marriage? My boring life? This was… this was dope as fuck.

A few more expert thrusts from Damon’s cock and I was coming apart!

My legs trembled violently with a broken cry escaping my lips as I came hard with my squirt slicking his thighs. Damon didn’t stop, fucking me through the waves of squirt.

Colt reached for me, pulling me forward by my hair, guiding my mouth back onto him. I took him in, the taste of him, the sound of his groans and the feel of Damon moving inside me... it was sensory overload in the best way possible.. and then the world exploded.

The front door didn’t open.. it didn’t swing. It was blasted inward, slamming against the wall with a sound like a gunshot and we all froze.

Standing in the doorway, backlit by the afternoon sun was Travis!

His eyes weren't just angry. They were blazing and glowing with a feral golden light and in his hand he held tight at his hip, a cocked pistol…