Oh God! Just remembering last night makes me cringe.

Watching as Dean and Mr Riley had a full on punch up right there in the local pack hospital.

It took four guys on each side to restrain them both.

They both want me and I'm so confused. Neither of them would let me talk!

I can't even find out my mate's name because I haven't actually been alone with him yet.

My head is all foggy, so many questions and ideas filling my head.

I'm now laid up in bed. A weeks' sick leave to recover from my idiotic self inflicted accident and come to terms with all this new information.

My head hurts, throbbing and healing from that bloody mirror. I feel drowsy from the strong pain killers.

I want a bath but refuse to have one while I'm this drowsed. I will not put myself at risk.

Just rolling over on my side, I'm slowly drifting off to sleep. The doorbell sounds loudly, making me cringe.

I whimper, and sigh. "Who is it?" I ask softly as I head out of my room and down the hallway.

"It's Dean! Let me in, baby."

I smile and unlock the door, looking up into my master's eyes. "Hi! What's up?" I ask. "Did I do something?"

Dean looks confused. "No of course not! I wanted to see how you were... maybe finish where we left off?"

I smirk. "That can be arranged but I want a bath first. I've had my pain killers so don't feel safe bathing."

At that, Dean grabs my legs, throwing me up into a bridal hold, making me squeal before heading into my bathroom.

After sitting me on my stool in the bathroom, Dean rolls up the sleeves of his shirt and begins to run the bath.

I just sit and watch him. This incredibly gorgeous man makes me feel special and incredibly turned on 90% of the time I'm with him. The only sucky thing is, it feels like I'm cheating when I'm with him. I guess it's because I haven't accepted or rejected my mate. I just know he's there.

Within 5 minutes, the bath is full. Bubbles overflowing and a sensual smell of the bath oil aroma. Jasmine and vanilla musk filling the room.

Dean helps me to strip out of my clothes. He does the same, joining me in the bath.

The water is enticingly hot. It's relaxing and soothing to my strained and stressed body.

"Mmmm." Dean sighs, pulling me against him. His front to my back, his legs over mine, pushing them to either side of the bath. "Let me wash you baby."

I watch as Dean picks up my flannel, squeezes some body wash on it before rubbing it over my arms. He works up to my underarms and down over my neck and breasts, teasing me through the cloth.

I moan lightly, closing my eyes as Dean moves the cloth down over my stomach.

When he reaches my clit, I whimper in need. His fingers teasing me using the flannel.

"Oh Dean." I sigh, leaning my head back against his shoulder.

How does this man know how to touch me so well? Where did he get such knowledge?

I don't have time to think, as Dean throws the flannel into the water with a plop. He worked on me with his quick fingers.

"Oh baby, you're so ready for me!" Dean breathes. His musky scent overwhelming me.

Spreading my lips with one hand, he flicks the fingers of his other hand against my clit expertly.

"Don't stop!" I moan, feeling an orgasm build in the pit of my stomach.

My jaw drops, going slack as the pleasure consumes me, building from that one point in my stomach, spreading over the entirety of my sensitive body.

As my body tenses, I know the explosion is imminent. Oh lord, am I ready?

Dean has magic hands.

Only made to pleasure me!

I gasp out loud, my limbs quivering as I cum, moaning out Dean's name.

I slump back into Dean, breathing heavily.

"I love making and watching you cum Lizzie. Coming apart from under my hands. It's the biggest turn on ever."

I smile slightly at his seductive words, then bolt upright when I feel his hard manhood digging into the small of my back.

I turn slightly to see his face. "Happy to see me?" I breathe.

He grins and chuckles. "Always."

Dean carefully stands with me in his arms and he carries me out of the bathroom and straight into my room. He then lays me down on my bed.

"Up for more?" Dean asks gently.

I grin and grab his arms, pulling him on top of me, pulling his ear to my lips. "Always." I breathe, as seductively as I can manage.

Grabbing my hips, Dean pulls me up onto my upper back and shoulders as he kneels up over me.

Positioning himself, he rams inside me, deep and hard.

I gasp out loud. "Ffffuuuucccckkk!"

~*~

I am laid on my sofa with the TV on. Dean has just left, letting me rest.

Some mindless program is on, but I'm not concentrating. I'm zoning out, thinking about my current predicament.

Dean, my Dom, my current best friend. He is my confidant, my lover and the only person on this planet I actually trust.

Or

Mr Riley, my soul mate. A man I have only met once. I hardly know him or anything about him. Not even his first name.

Talk about conflict? As I lay there that night in bed, I couldn't help but think about Mr Riley, my mate.

I was so confused.

How could I even choose between him and Dean without knowing him or who he is.

Just at that moment, my bedroom window squeaked open, causing me to scream in panic.

What the hell?

I see a clothed leg slip in, then another. Then a flexible body, a toned chest. Arms, shoulders, neck and a head.

I am greeted by my mate.

My wolf howls excitedly, bounding around in my head.

I jump off the bed, unsure of what I should be doing.

I was drawn to Mr Riley like a strong magnetic pull, but I felt as though I'd be betraying Dean.

Why the hell am I so conflicted?

"Oh, hello Mr Riley." I whisper, unsure of what else to say.

I am greeted with a mouth watering, sexy grin. "Lizzie. How are you?"

I swallow. "I'm ok. You?" I ask shyly.

I watch as Mr Riley stalks towards me, my stomach doing somersaults at the prospect of him being close to me.

His hand slowly slips onto my waist and he pulls me close to him. Our bodies touching intimately, especially with the fact that I am wearing nothing but a large t-shirt just about covering my modesty.

Mr Riley skims his nose over my neck, breathing in deeply, making me whimper. "By the way dear mate, my name is Holden. Please stop calling me Mr Riley, it makes me feel old."

I swallow hard and nod at him.

"Holden." I whisper, my body having a mind of its own, slowly placing my shaky hands on his muscled biceps.

Yum!

"Now that is sexy. Say it again!" He moans.

Answering his request. "Holden." I whisper again.

"Kiss me Lizzie. Now." He murmurs, his warm sweet breath enveloping me.

I give in to my wolf, who is begging me to accept the offer, to give Holden--our mate--what he wants.

I stroke my hands up his arms, his shoulders and up his neck. Being rewarded with a slight shiver from Holden, I tangle my hands in his hair, gripping tightly and pulling his face down to my level, crushing my lips against his.

Sparks devour my body, empowering tingles taking over, making me moan.

Our lips connect. My soft submissive lips shaping around the strong controlling lips of my mate.

Holden slips his hands further around my body, splaying them out across my bare ass, groping hard.

"I want you." He whispers into my mouth. "Do you want me?"

I nod. "Yes I do, but please don't mark me." Holden's eyes shoot with pain. "Not yet. I want to wait. I'm not ready for that just yet."

Holden pulls back and looks at me. "You don't want me? Are you rejecting me?"

I sigh and pull out of his grip. "Come sit, Holden. I need to explain some stuff to you."

I walk over to the bed, and pull the cover over me, sitting cross legged.

Holden reluctantly follows, and sits at the end of the bed, watching me with confusion.

"I... err..." I stutter. Holden's eyes light up in realisation. "You have a boyfriend? That guy! That hot shot dude?"

I sigh and bow my head. "It's more complicated than that. Can you listen while I talk? Don't say anything yet. Just let me get this out."

Holden nods and takes my hands in his. "I will stay quiet and listen." He promises.

Taking a deep breath, I start.

"Holden, I guess I should start at the beginning. I never had a great relationship with my parents. We weren't close, and when they died in a road accident a few years ago, I wasn't exactly upset about it."

"I spent my teen years pushing myself on guys for a little bit of attention. I hoped somebody would love me as much as the way my parents didn't. I ended up getting heartbroken again and again. This was after letting myself fall for guys too quickly, and too hard."

"So when I met Dean, he introduced me to a whole new world. An easy world of no emotions, no love, no pain other than physical. It was wonderful."

"What I'm trying to say is... Dean... Mr Law. He is my master. My Dom. I am a submissive."

"I gladly take pain and pretty much all kinds of abuse to please him. I be what he wants me to be."

"It's easy, and I never got emotionally attached."

"Dean taught me how to have sex without emotion."

"Only, recently... well... since I met you, Dean has confessed he loves me and wants more than a dom/ sub relationship with me. He is scared of losing me."

"What I have decided to do--and I'm sorry for putting you in this situation--is see how things go with both of you. I am not going to lie or intentionally cheat on either of you. I just can't let either of you go right now."

"Dean is my best friend, my support, my confidant and my lover. You're my mate. The one person destined for me, and I can't bring myself to reject either of you."

"I don't love either of you right now. I hardly know you, and I only know Dean as my Dom, my master."

"Now all of this new information has been shoved in my head, I'm going insane!"

"I am not intentionally trying to hurt you Holden. I do want you. I promise I do, but Dean... God, there's so much history with him and I think I have feelings for him."

"He is NOT trying to take me away from you, he wants me to be happy and if I am happiest with my mate, he will step back and let me be happy. Please, please, please can you give me some time? Time to wrap my head around this. Time to get to know you and Dean. Time to find out what I want and how I feel." I come to the end of my speech and sigh out a deep much needed breath.

Holden just looks at me, his jaw dropped, his eyes wide and full of pain.

It would be a comical moment if it wasn't such an important situation.

"Holden? Please, say something." I whisper, squeezing his hands.

"Oh Lizzie!! I can't believe you've... you went through so much and I wasn't there for you. If I had found you sooner, you wouldn't have resorted to BDSM or that man!"

"I love you unconditionally, and will be patient and wait for you."

"I will help you get to know me the best I can. It hurts that you can't accept me fully straight away, but I can understand why you need time."

"We can still spend time together right? I can still be around you?" Holden rants and raves, his hands swiping through the air.

I smile, knowing both of these incredible men are able to wait and let me see this through. Thank God!!

"Yes Holden! Of course. I will have to split my time between you, Dean and work though, but I will do it as fairly as I can, I promise!"

Holden bounds across the bed and wraps his arms around me, kissing my face, my hair and my nose.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

I giggle at his persistent kisses, surrounding me with love and care.

"That is the most beautiful sound I have ever heard." Holden murmurs, holding my face carefully in his big hands. "I promise I will hear it again!"

I smile at his promises, his vows and his need for me.

I feel cherished.

"Lizzie? Baby, can I kiss you? Please?" Holden begs gently.

My heart heats and swells, and I nod, finally getting my first kiss with my mate.

As he leans in, I start quivering in anticipation. Come on Holden!

As his lips touch mine, I lose all sense of time, purpose and control.

It's like all my senses come alive. A bolt of electricity hums through my body, sending sparks and tingles down to the pit of my stomach and to my private place!

Oh wow!

Holden licks my bottom lip gently, as though begging for entrance,which I happily give, parting my lip. I am taken aback when he plunges his tongue into my mouth, curling it around my own, as though tasting it.

I hear a low groan rise from his throat, which pushes me further.

I push myself onto his warm muscular frame, straddling him roughly.

Oh hell! I've already slept with one guy and I'm on the verge of sleeping with another all in the same night!

'Whore!' My wolf laughs at me, voicing what I'm already thinking.

I chose to ignore her and let my body lead me.

Grabbing at Holden's grey wife beater, I pull it off over his head, much to his surprise.

I marvel at his well defined torso, his tanned pecks covered in a light sprinkling of hair. His stomach is shaped in a well defined eight pack, toned to the point where it's sexy, but not over the top.

A body made by the gods!

I run my hand through the hair placed there on his chest, my mouth watering at the sight.

"See something you like?" Holden asks with a cocky tone.

I blush at him noticing my perving, and nod with honesty.

"Don't be ashamed. I'm your mate, you can perve. I want to do the same, so lets get that top off you! It's my turn!" He states.

I raise my arms just as I do in Dean's playroom, and Holden slips off my oversized t-shirt.

I watch as his eyes widen, taking in my form.

"What is... did he... Lizzie?" He whispers, appalled.

I look down at my naked body to see bite marks and cane marks over my body from the weekend's activities.

I cover myself up with my hands, feeling ashamed of the marks. Not because I didn't like it, but because my mate didn't deserve to see me like this. Dean loved seeing the marks he made on my body, and in turn I loved making him happy.

"I'm sorry." I whisper. "You shouldn't have seen those."

Holden clears his throat and sighs, shaking his head. "Was this punishment or pleasure?"

I look up into his eyes. "Pleasure. I rarely get hurt for punishment. I try to be as good as I can. Usually Dean's form of punishment is withholding pleasure. I can't... well... you know..." I blush, unable to form the words.

"Cum?" Holden asks, smirking.

I nod. "Yeah."

He chuckles. "That's one of my favourite pastimes! Orgasm denial is rather enjoyable for the man."

I gawp at him. "You... you enjoy that stuff too?" I ask.

Holden shrugs. "Not the whipping and caning, but the fun stuff like handcuffs, toys and well... orgasm denial. Are you into the pain?"

I bite my lip and nod. "It's a fetish I guess. There's a fine line between pleasure and pain. If you find that middle line, it's incredible!"

Holden grins. "Let me show you what I can do." He whispers in my ear before pushing me off him, down onto the bed and straddling me.

I have a serious case of the butterflies in my belly as I wonder what treat I have in store.

Working his way down, Holden starts kissing, sucking and nibbling over my face and down to my neck, causing an overload of pleasure.

Down to my breasts, he takes one in his mouth. I expect calm slow sucking or nibbling but holy hell!

I gasp out loud, as he engulfs my nipple into the back of his mouth, sucking so hard my eyes roll back into my head.

Holden moves over to the other, abusing it just the same. This one is pierced with a little metal bar though, making it a million times more sensitive.

I cry out loud, as shock waves from my nipple dart all the way down to my core, making me soaking wet and ready for him.

Removing himself from my breasts, Holden carries on his delightful assault down over my stomach and waist before stopping at my navel, dipping his tongue in and swirling it around.

Everything south of that point clenches in delight of what's coming soon... or maybe who was cumming soon??

Reaching my pubic bone, I feel his teeth skim over the sensitive skin there, making me gasp.

How the hell does he know where to touch? Does he know what affect he has on me?

Darting out his tongue, Holden reaches his hand foreword, spreading my lips eagerly.

As I feel his warm, moist tongue, snake over my highly sensitive, swollen bug, I shiver in delight.

His free hand moves to my wet and wanting hole, sliding a finger inside, starting to pump roughly and quickly inside me.

I groan and whimper, pushing myself down on his hand, wanting him deeper inside me.

Out of my control, my hands grab at his messy bed hair, pushing his face directly where I want him, making his tongue push deeper against my clit, working me higher and higher.

"Oh fuck! Holden, come on! Don't stop! I'm so... ohhhh!!!" I groan. All of a sudden an intense, mind blowing orgasm racks my body, sending me into convulsions of pleasure.

Instead of stopping, like most men would, Holden carries on, making me try to control myself as my orgasm peaks and eases off... But he still doesn't stop!!

Is he really trying for another one?

Doesn't he know how exhausting orgasms are???

I close my eyes, my mouth opening wide, and I settle into a relaxed, satisfied state. He continues to lick, suck and nibble at my over used clit. Just as I start to calm, I feel another orgasm start to climb my body.

Oh holy fuck, another one!

This man is a god in his own right!

My hands grip onto my silky red bed sheets, my back arching involuntarily as I peak again. This time, due to how sensitive I feel down below, I scream out loud. "Holy fuck!!"

As the wave of pleasure passes, I slump down on the bed with exhaustion.

Holden rises from the apex of my thighs, a proud smirk on his glorious face.

"You taste delicious." He murmurs, licking his lips.

I blush violently, unsure of how to take that.

Holden just laughs. "Bit much eh, love?"

I nod, and bite my lip trying to mask a laugh of embarrassment.

"Well my love, I really really want you! Tasting you was just a hint of how incredible you are!"

I swallow and prop myself up on my elbows, a side smirk on my face. "Well then, stop talking and get over here!"

Holden grins, and starts undoing his jean shorts, I shift up onto my knees. "Here, let me." I murmur, taking over.

"Now I have the best mate!" He sighs with contentment.

I chuckle. "You have no idea, Mister!"

Pulling his shorts and boxers down, his manhood springs free making me gasp in surprise. Not out of it popping out, but at his size.

Dean was big, but dear lord, Holden is huge!

I have never been with a guy of this magnitude!

"Holden!! I don't know if that's gonna fit! You're huge." I whisper, a little worried.

Holden strokes my cheek as I continue to stare at his giant piece of equipment. "Don't worry baby. I'll take it slow."

I nod, and Holden climbs off the bed to remove his shorts with me watching him. How graceful he was able to move with his shorts around his knees.

Building up my new found courage, I move off the bed, and kneel down in front of my sexy, well endowed mate. I look up into his shocked eyes as I grab his thick muscular cock, wrapping my fingers around his width.

"Does this turn you on?" I whisper, sticking my tongue out and slowly, sensually licking the tip and the dew of pre-cum.

Holden nods, obviously shocked into silence.

Keeping my eyes trained on his, I sheath my teeth behind my lips and take him down into my mouth, being rewarded with a light groan and a shiver through his body.

Being used to my submissive sex life, I grab his hands which are at his sides, and push them onto the back of my head, forcing him to push me down on his length.

Holden bites his lip, a grin sneaking out, as he does as I want, tangling his long fingers in my long locks. Using force, he pushes me down his excessive length, until he reaches the back of my throat.

Dean had taught me how to deep throat, giving me a new skill to use on men.

"Oh shit!" Holden groans, his jaw dropping. "Are you sure this is ok? I'm not hurting you, am I?"

I shake my head to the sides, indicating it was fine and I wanted to continue.

With confirmation, Holden continues pushing me back and forth, before he looses control, bucking his hips so he goes deeper.

I admit, deep throat face fucking isn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but seeing a man come apart just from my mouth is a serious turn on, especially for a submissive soul such as myself.

Holden grunts, gritting his teeth, tightening his grip on my hair, pulling me faster and faster as he gets closer to his climax.

"I'm gonna cum, baby! Oh shit."

I ready myself and my gag reflex for the oncoming shoot, still staring up into Holden's sexy blue brooding eyes.

I see them turn pitch black, his wolf taking over from the pleasure, I feel his balls tighten against my face and a sexual grunt leaves his lips as he forced me down his length one final time before spilling his seed down the back of my throat, sighing with relief.

I carefully pull back, swallowing and licking my lips. "Well, that was fun." I smirk.

"Holy shit, Lizzie! You're a goddess!"

I'm all for compliments in the bedroom. It just boosts my confidence.

"Why thank you kind sir." I grin, and carefully stand. My knees ache from kneeling for so long but it was worth it, and I would definitely do it again.

Standing before Holden, I slip my hands on his hips. "So, are you all tired out or can you handle more?" I whisper.

I am still so turned on and really, really need sex! Like its an overwhelming ache for his giant friend to enter me.

"Oh baby, I can never get enough of you! I am more than ready and capable to satisfy your needs." Holden murmurs in my ear. "Are you, err... on any contraception?"

I nod. "Yup, all clear for take off, baby."

That reminds me, it's my 3 month check up for my drop injection tomorrow. I can't forget that!!

With confirmation, Holden grabs my waist and throws me on the bed making me squeal in shock, which turns into a giggle.

He grins at me before climbing onto the bed, and moving to hover over me.

Roughy grabbing my ankles, Holden hoists them over his shoulders before moving down closer to me so our faces are a matter of centimetres apart, placing his hands either side of my head.

I feel him position himself at my entrance, readying himself for the onslaught of the energy consuming act.

I feel as he slowly pushes into me, stretching me to the max, filling me entirely. I gasp in shock and pleasure.

My mouth hangs open, my hands gripping the bedding again, and he finally fills me completely.

"Is that ok, baby?" He whispers breathlessly.

I nod, a wordless plea for him to continue. I can't find the words to say how I'm feeling.

"Hard or soft?" He asks.

Stop fucking talking and do me already!!

"Hard!! Hard, hard, hard!" I whimper.

Holden grins and eases out before slamming back inside me, making me cry out as he hits my g-spot perfectly.

Over and over, he slams, rams and thrusts into me at an incredible speed, bringing me higher, closer, building to another intense orgasm.

"Ohhhh Holdennnnnnnn!" I moan. "I'm Sooo!! I'm gonnnaaaa..." I don't have time to finish my slurred sentence as my climax hits me like a wrecking ball, sending me over the edge, making me convulse.

Holden grunts as my walls tighten around him, attempting to milk him.

He bites his lip hard, his eyes boring into mine as he finally reaches his peak, cumming hard and violently inside me.

Slumping down on top of me, we're both left breathless and exhausted.

With Holden still inside me, his head on my shoulder, I drift off into exhausted slumber.

I fall asleep trying to determine whether Dean or Holden was better in the sack. I come up blank, and conclude that they're both incredible in their own ways.

How could that be possible??

Why did I have such a powerful connection with Dean, who isn't my mate??