by Helen Scott
Blake scooted his head closer to mine and quietly asked, “And about Jax trying to stop us?”
Every muscle in my body seemed to clench all at once, making me go rigid in Blake’s arms. I’d been trying not to think about Jax and what might happen with him tomorrow if he or any of his wolves showed up, but just his name was enough to make me freeze. I didn’t just go still though, I felt furious. I had my life ahead of me, with my three amazing mates, and he was still trying to fuck with me, all because of this oracle and what she’d told him.
“I know what you need,” Blake replied. “I’ll distract you, love, don’t you worry. I’ll make you come so hard, you can’t help but fall asleep afterward.”
“We’ll wake the others,” I hissed, as though we’d been super quiet until that point.
“Then I guess you better be quiet,” Blake said with a grin before he shuffled down in the sleeping bag.
There was hardly any room to move, and yet he managed, his fingers hooking in the panties I’d been sleeping in and pulling them down. At this point, my body was already craving his touch, so I helped him get them off, giving in to his idea and hoping it worked and that I forgot about tomorrow long enough to go to sleep.
Blake slid his hands up my legs, spreading them as far as he could, which wasn’t very far in the sleeping bag. He kissed and nipped his way along my inner thigh, but when he got to the junction between my legs, he didn’t give it any attention and instead repeated the process up the inner thigh of my other leg. My core already ached for him, and I couldn’t wait until he was inside me, not that I didn’t appreciate his attentions, but there was something about a hard fucking that pressed all my buttons.
When the tip of his tongue speared through my folds to my clit, like he’d known exactly where it was, I retracted my previous statement. Yes, a good hard fucking was amazing, but Blake’s tongue should be one of the wonders of the world. He flicked it across my clit, and my whole body jumped to attention, literally jerking under his touch, until his whole mouth was taking me in.
He licked a long line from my opening to my clit before he started focusing on it again, and though I couldn’t hear him, I could feel him growling with pleasure as he devoured me. Once my legs were hooked over his shoulders, with his face buried between them, his fingers found my entrance and slid in. I was so wet already that they barely encountered any resistance as he began to fuck me with them.
I wasn’t sure how Blake knew I needed it rough but he did, if the way he was handling me was anything to go by. His sucking turned into nipping and scraping his teeth over my clit, while his fingers were thrusting into me so hard, I could feel his knuckles hitting me. It wasn’t unpleasant though, it was exactly what I craved. His touches told me everything I needed to know—he was on a mission to get me to come, wouldn’t stop until I did, and was taking no prisoners on the way to O-town.
The more furiously he worked me, the higher my pleasure climbed, but just when I was on the edge of my orgasm, he backed off, kissing my leg and massaging my ass as he held it in the air. Since my legs were propped on his shoulders, I was completely helpless, and I loved it.
After a few moments, he returned his attentions to my pussy, abandoning the creamy expanse of my thighs for another time, which I appreciated. I had no idea thighs could be erogenous until I’d met my mates. As he licked and sucked my clit and fucked me with his fingers, I felt my orgasm begin to build once more.
Again, when I got close, he backed off, and I couldn’t help but let out a quiet whimper of frustration. Blake wasn’t done though, not even close. He repeated this method twice more until finally I hissed, “If you don’t make me finish, then I’ll do it myself.” I edged a hand toward my pussy just to prove how serious I was.
“Okay, love, I’ll let you win this time.” His voice was soft and seemed to skate along my skin and slip into my heart, as though he weren’t already there.
This time when he returned his attentions to my clit and my pussy, he was gentler than he’d been, the build of my orgasm slower, and when he scraped his teeth over my clit, I lost it. I bit down on the edge of the sleeping bag to try and prevent myself from screaming as my body convulsed. Honestly, I couldn’t tell whether I was being quiet or not. I knew I’d tried, but when the orgasm took me, it was like I was thrown from my body into a stratosphere of pleasure I hadn’t even known existed.
I was surprised that I didn’t accidentally suffocate him or something. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me, making me twitch and jerk every time I felt another aftershock.
Blake climbed up my body and kissed his way from my nipples to my neck and up to my mouth, the taste of my climax still on his lips. I kissed him thoroughly to show him my thanks, and when his cock brushed against my opening, I rocked my hips up, the thick head getting coated in my juices. When he pushed forward again, he slid in, filling me and making me groan with satisfaction.
This was almost as good as the orgasm he’d just given me. The feeling of my mates inside me was like nothing else I’d ever experienced. They each filled me in their own way, and I loved it. Blake rolled his hips, and his cock didn’t so much slide out of me as it rubbed against all the areas that were now highly sensitized, thanks to my orgasm.
There wasn’t exactly a lot of room for maneuvering and changing positions, so it was missionary or nothing, but as Blake rolled his hips and moved in and out of me in shallow thrusts, I didn’t care. The man knew how to use his cock, no matter what position we were in, or whether it was just him and me or one of my other mates was joining us as well.
The ridge on the head of his cock was brushing against me in a way that made a new sensation start low in my belly, pulling me toward him, urging him to go faster with my own movements. My heart was racing in my chest as I chased the feeling that was building within me.
“Don’t stop,” I begged him over and over again, my voice barely a whisper on my lips.
Blake’s noises, though soft, were still unmistakably those of a man having sex, and since the noises were being made by one of my mates while he fucked me, it turned me on even more and only enhanced everything I was already feeling. Thrust by thrust, the feeling grew until it felt like a tsunami of pleasure rolled through me. Everything clenched, and I bit down on Blake’s shoulder as he joined me in his own release.
I’d never experienced anything quite like that orgasm before. I’d always thought of orgasms as having waves, and while this one did, it also made my other orgasms seem much more punctuated, like the full stop at the end of a sentence, whereas this one felt more like a comma or semicolon, like it could go on if I let it. I wasn’t sure I could handle it if it did go on, but that was beside the point. Even now, while Blake’s cock was twitching inside me, I could feel the roll of the orgasm through my body. I knew we needed to sleep, but I also wanted to do that again as soon as possible.
“How was that, love? Think you’ll be able to sleep now?” Blake asked, his voice ragged and already sounding sleepy in my ear as he rolled off me and held me close.
“That was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced,” I told him honestly. “Thank you.” I leaned forward and kissed his nose then forehead, before snuggling down against him.
We were both sweaty and the sleeping bag felt like a hot pocket, but I didn’t care. Within a couple minutes, Blake’s breathing had evened out and he’d twitched his way into sleep.
I, on the other hand, was still awake. It wasn’t that the orgasms hadn’t relaxed me, they had, but as soon as we talked, my mind drifted back to everything that had been preventing me from sleeping before. I curled as close to Blake as I could and tried to sleep, but it seemed like no matter what I did, it was going to evade me.
We were going to see the oracle tomorrow, or at least start our journey of hunting her down, because make no mistake, that was what this was—a hunt. I wouldn’t leave until I’d found my quarry and the answers I sought, I only hoped she had answers to give me. The thought that had
been keeping me awake was what we were going to do if we couldn’t find her or if she wouldn’t talk to us. What would we do if we never got any answers?
3
Nina
When I woke, Blake was gone and I felt like I’d been hit by a semi-truck, but in a good way, if that was possible. My body ached pleasantly, and the sleeping bag was a warm cocoon of happiness that I wasn’t ready to leave yet. I knew as soon as I did, everything would come rushing back, and just for that moment, I wanted to relish the scent of my mates surrounding me and the innate happiness that brought me.
“You can’t hide in there forever,” Roman said, his voice coming from approximately where I thought the door to the tent was.
“Yes, I can,” I mumbled as I hid my face into the pillowy bit that was built into the sleeping bag. We’d had a pillow as well, but I had no idea where that had gone to during the night.
“Nope, that’s not how this works, angel. We face things together, remember? Plus, I need you to get out of the tent so I can take it down.”
There was a note of amusement in Roman’s voice that almost made me want to stick my head out of the sleeping bag and see if he was grinning to himself. Almost.
“Can’t I just stay in here a little while longer?” I pleaded.
“Micah and Blake have gone to patrol the surrounding area, but we need to be ready to go when they get back. We need to put as much distance between this camp and ourselves as possible. If someone finds this, our scents will be obvious. The sooner we get moving, the more our scents will fade. I know I don’t need to tell you this. That being said, if you’re not up and getting dressed in the next thirty seconds, I’ll come in there and get you.”
“Promise?” I asked, suddenly wanting to feel Roman inside me as much as I’d wanted Blake last night.
“You won’t like it if I do, that’s what I’ll promise.” His voice took on a dark edge, which had the opposite effect of what he was intending. It just made me want to stay put even more, to lure him into the sleeping bag with me and have my way with him.
“Nina…” Roman warned.
My curiosity got the better of me though, and instead of being a responsible adult and getting up, I stayed where I was as I counted down in my head to when he would make his move. I only got to twenty-three when my sleeping bag was unceremoniously picked up and I was dumped out of it. Except I was also outside the tent.
Naked.
“Roman!” I screeched as I tried to cover myself, not that there was anyone around.
“I warned you,” he said simply.
Once I got over the initial shock, I straightened and watched as Roman perused my body, his gaze appreciative. The tension between us built, and for a moment, I thought he wouldn’t be able to resist, but then he turned and picked up my bag, tossing it in my direction before turning back to the tent and getting the other items out.
I yanked back the zipper and pulled out some clean clothes. The process of getting dressed was accomplished in record time as I tried to put some layers between myself and the chilly air as quickly as possible.
Once I was decent and had my wits about me once more, I asked, “What bit you on the ass this morning?”
Roman chuckled and said, “Nothing. I already told you that we need to be ready to go. Plus, it was too tempting having you in there naked, knowing that I could slip into that sleeping bag and have you wrap your thighs around me as I sink into that hot wet pussy of yours, just like Blake did with you last night.”
Worry twisted in my gut. “Is that what this is? Are you feeling left out? You know you’re always welcome in my arms and my pussy, Roman, no matter who else I’m with. You know Blake and Micah don’t mind sharing, even though we haven’t all been together yet.” I walked over to where he was standing as he pulled the poles from the tent and slipped my arms around his waist.
He turned in my grasp and gripped my jaw with his hand holding me still while his lips crashed against my own. My heart began to hammer in my chest as his tongue invaded my mouth. His hold on my face was like iron, and I knew I was his to control until he’d worked whatever this was out of his system. The idea that I was at his mercy shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did, but I could feel my panties soaking with my need the longer he kissed me.
He pulled away slightly, and when my eyes flickered open, my gaze locked by his, he demanded, “Do you want me, Nina?”
I nodded, unable to speak with the way he was holding my face.
“Do you want to feel my cock in your pussy?”
I nodded again.
“If I touch you now, will I find you wet for me?” The hand that had been resting on my side slipped inside the waistband of my jeans and down between my legs. When he felt how wet my panties were, I could see the physical reaction within him. His pupils flared and the wolf peeked out, letting me know that he was just as much there as Roman’s human half and that they both liked what they felt.
“Do you trust me?” he demanded.
I nodded.
As soon as I did, he extracted his hand and flipped me around so my ass was pressing against his front, feeling the hardness that was there because of me. The hand that had been down my jeans now wrapped around my throat, while the other hand, the one that had been around my face, slipped down to my jeans. He deftly undid the button and zipper of my fly before pushing them down just enough that I was exposed and his hand could have free movement between my legs. My panties were torn away in one defiant yank, and his fingers were inside me before I drew my next breath.
I moaned and writhed on his hand, completely unashamed by the fact that we were standing in the middle of nature, exposed, where anyone could watch. His fingers fucked me hard and fast, much like Blake had the night before, while his thumb rubbed over my clit.
I tried to reach back and feel him through his jeans, but the growl I got in response had me dropping my hands. Whatever he needed right now, the main thing was for him to be in control, so I surrendered completely. I let myself rest against him as his fingers worked me to the point that my knees were going weak and my whole body was tightening as my orgasm built within me.
“We’re going to our knees,” he said a second before he dropped us to the ground. My legs were weak enough that they just folded underneath me without complaint. “Now, you’re going to come on my hand. Ready, angel?”
I nodded. My orgasm was like a bullet in a gun, and I just needed him to pull the trigger.
Roman’s fingers delved deeper within me, stroking something inside me as his thumb rubbed over my clit even more viciously than before.
The hand that had been gently holding my throat released me for a moment, and I heard him undoing his fly and felt the scorching heat of his cock against my ass as he freed himself before returning his hand to my throat. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could ride the edge of my orgasm without going insane.
“Now,” he said, as though he were in complete control of my body. The funny thing was, my body obeyed. My orgasm ripped through me like wildfire, but I couldn’t draw breath because of his hand, which was now squeezing my throat.
I bucked on his hand, feeling myself clench around his fingers and knowing it wasn’t enough to satisfy the hunger he’d built within me, so it was with a rush of relief that he bent me over and thrust his cock into me. The waves of my orgasm weren’t over though, so as he pushed in, my pussy seemed to both try to push him out and pull him in through the clenching muscles.
He grunted once before gripping me even harder with his hand and ramming himself into me, which only set off another wave of pleasure through my body. His fingers were still there as well, still rubbing the spot that felt so good inside me, and his thumb was still working my clit, though it wasn’t as rough now. Each action only seemed to prolong the orgasm that was riding my body.
The hand that had been pressed to my throat was now grabbing my ass so hard that I could feel his fingers digging into my skin as his cock filled me, stretching
me in a way only he could.
“Roman,” I cried out as he slid home again and again, his skin cracking against mine like lightning splitting the sky. I wanted to scream and writhe under him, but I was having a hard enough time just breathing and keeping my face out of the dirt.
“That’s it, angel. Feel me inside you. Feel what I do to that tight little pussy of yours. One of these days, I’m going to be inside you like this, while Micah is balls deep in your ass and Blake is so far down your throat, you can’t breathe. You’ll love every second of it as you come on our cocks again and again, until your body is so spent, you can’t even hold yourself upright.” His words shouldn’t have had the effect on me they did, but fuck, I almost came just from that description. He must have sensed it because he continued, “Do you like it when I tell you all the dirty things we’re going to do to you?”
I swear my pussy fluttered around him in response, as though he were talking directly to it and not the rest of me.
“That’s it, angel. Let your body tell me what it wants.”
He was fucking me so hard that my hands kept slipping in the dirt and I was having trouble staying on all fours.
“Do you want me to fuck you against that big tree over there? Feel the bark biting into the skin on your back?”
Why did that sound so good?
Before I could say anything, he lifted me off the ground and carried me over to said tree. My pants were still around my thighs, so when he lifted my legs up, they both came off the ground at once, then he hooked my ankles over her shoulders and plunged into me once more. He felt huge in this position, and Roman didn’t have a small cock to begin with. Hell, he was already big.
“One day, that tree will be Micah and we’ll both be fucking you standing up, with you sandwiched between us, our cocks stretching your holes, and when one of us finishes, Blake will take our place and keep going until you’re squirting all over us.”