Animal Attraction

by Charlene Teglia

  My legs moved higher, clamped around his waist. My arms strained with the need to touch him, hold him, urge him on. “Oh, God, Matt,” I half-sobbed, wild with the need for release. “Harder. Harder.”

  “I’ll hurt you.” His voice was thick and guttural, and I knew he was almost as far gone as I was.

  “No.” I shook my head from side to side and bucked under him in frenzied movements. “You’ll hurt me if you don’t.” I started to cry, tears of desperation and fear that he’d let me fall into a dark abyss if he didn’t slake the wild hunger that possessed me.

  The sight of my tears made his face twist. He made a savage sound and released my wrists. He shifted his weight onto his knees, slid his hands under me to cup my butt and lift so that he kept his cock buried deep inside me as he leaned back.

  The new position put him upright between my open legs, his hands holding my hips up, my bottom partly resting on his thighs as he knelt on the cushions. My shoulders stayed on the cushions, my torso at an incline.

  “If it hurts, stop me,” Matt ordered. And then he was fucking me so deep and hard I couldn’t move or speak and my breasts bounced from the impact.

  The angle sent the head of his cock pounding against my cervix with every thrust, but it didn’t hurt. Or if it did, it was a pleasure pain, my body so far gone it couldn’t distinguish between the two sensations. He pulled my hips into his pistoning strokes to deepen and intensify each movement, and that brought us both to the brink.

  “I’m going to come,” he groaned, the pace escalating. “Come for me right now or I’ll have to punish you.”

  The erotic threat pushed me past the breaking point. My body writhed and twisted in the grip of orgasm, and then both of us were coming together, his cock jerking inside me with each ejaculation, my inner muscles clamping hard around his shaft.

  “So tight.” Matt rocked faster, pumping himself into me. “You’re so tight, stuffed full of my cock.”

  He lowered his body over mine again so that he lay on top of me, crushing me into the cushions, his chest hard and hot against the swollen peaks of my breasts. “I’ll keep fucking your tight little pussy until you can’t come any more.”

  He kept his promise, driving into me as we both spent ourselves in waves of violent release that went on and on, until finally I lay under him, still except for the quivering aftershocks that made my inner muscles grip and release his shaft again and again.

  “Good?” Matt levered himself up on his elbows to look into my face, his eyes searching.

  “Very.” I gave him a satisfied, sleepy smile, my body cradling the pleasant weight of his, enjoying the sensation of his thick penis still implanted deep in my flesh.

  He lowered his head to settle his lips over mine in a soft, sweet kiss, amends for the frenzy he’d driven me to, homage to the pleasure we’d shared. We kept on kissing in lazy satiation as our bodies unlocked and he withdrew his spent member.

  Matt rolled onto his side, bringing me with him so that we lay together facing each other, legs tangled. The tips of our tongues touched, parted, touched again as our mouths meshed.

  His hands caressed me, soothing my fevered skin. I snuggled into him with a soft sound of relaxation, touching him back, telling him with my hands and lips that I had no regrets. I felt dreamy and content, the demands of my body satiated for the moment.

  I felt a muscular body spoon up behind me, sandwiching me between two males. A hand that wasn’t Matt’s curved over my hip.

  Matt gave me a last, lingering kiss before he raised his head to look over my shoulder. “Wait your turn. I’m not done with her yet.”

  The tone of his voice made me grin and told me the identity of the body behind mine.

  “Hi, Jack.”

  “Hi.” He nuzzled the exposed side of my neck and kissed the spot below my ear. “Don’t mind me. Just joining the afterglow.”

  “Mmm.” And checking up on me. I shivered in delight when Jack sent the palm of his hand skimming over my breast. “That feels nice.”

  “Well then, I must be doing it wrong,” Jack said as he thumbed my nipple. “I was trying for naughty.”

  I exerted myself to roll over, reversing so that Matt’s body curved around mine from the back and I faced Jack. “Kiss me.”

  He complied, drugging my lips with narcotic kisses that sent me deeper into sensual bliss. His hands wandered over my body, skimming the line of my jaw, the upper slope of my breast, the soft skin of my belly.

  “She can’t take you this soon,” Matt informed him from behind me. “I took her too hard.”

  Jack lifted his mouth from mine to answer, “I’m just here to play doctor.”

  Something in the way he said that made me stir and start to rise out of the lethargy that claimed me, but he gentled me into settling back into their joint embrace. “Rest.”

  He kissed me again, and placed his open hand against my belly, below the navel, above the rise of my mound. Heat radiated from his palm and seared my skin, but I was too relaxed to move away, and then I felt warmth penetrating to the muscle and organs beneath. There was a brief, sharp pain, and then only the soothing comfort of Jack’s touch.

  “There.” He kept his hand in place for a moment, then lifted it to stroke the silky skin he’d covered. “All better.”

  “What did you do to me?”

  “You let him bruise your cervix,” Jack said. “You won’t heal as fast as we do until after your first full change, and you’ll need to have sex again before you heal on your own. So I helped you along.”

  Matt went still behind me. “I told you to stop me if it hurt.”

  I heard the pain in his voice and knew he was blaming himself, not me. “It hurt less than the alternative,” I said, remembering the agonizing need for release.

  I met Jack’s eyes, certain he wouldn’t try to soften the truth when I asked the question, “Is estrus dangerous? It felt like if I didn’t have sex with Matt, if he didn’t fuck me to orgasm, I’d lose my mind.”

  “You can’t fight the process,” Jack said, his face sober. “You can’t deny your needs. For you, heat is part of your transformation, merging your animal side and your human side, drawing the wolf out by stages through sexual contact. If you relax and allow what your animal side needs, it can emerge slowly enough to be assimilated with your human mind ascendant.”

  I stared at him in horror as the penny dropped. “Or I could lose my mind and turn feral.” A monster for real.

  He pushed his body into mine, a reassuring press of flesh. “We won’t let that happen. We’ll take care of you. We’ll help you through it.”

  I shuddered. “A bruised cervix seems like a small price to pay.”

  “Well, don’t wait so long next time,” Jack scolded. “The longer you wait, the more the need builds up, and the harder it is to satisfy.”

  My mouth went dry. “It wasn’t that long between Zach and Matt.”

  “It was too long.” Jack reached down and gripped my thigh, hooking it over his. He guided his cock to the nest of curls between my legs, still damp from sex. His shaft rode easily along my slick labia and my flesh parted to welcome him.

  I clutched at him. “Wait. Zach. David.”

  “They understand. They both know they can’t trade you back and forth between them all day. There’s not enough recovery time for them, too much delay for you. They won’t risk losing you. And you need to let all of us mark you.”

  I nestled into him, my body already accepting the inevitable while my mind struggled against it. “I can’t just let all of you take a turn between my legs,” I whispered, feeling lost.

  “You can if it means we bring you safely through this.” Jack rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. My thighs parted without conscious volition and slid to rest at the outside of his hips. I stared at him, breathing faster as arousal built in me, wanting what he offered.

  Matt reached over to stroke my back in reassurance. Then he rested his hand on the curve of my bar
e butt. “Go on. Let Jack take care of you, or I’ll have to give you another spanking.”

  I let out a soft laugh that ended in a sigh. Matt let his hand fall away but stayed beside us. I stretched my torso on top of Jack’s, delighted by the feel of his lean, corded muscles in contrast to Matt’s broader build. Jack wrapped his arms around me to hug me close. I raised my hips up until I had the entrance to my body aligned with the head of his cock. My eager flesh, softened from sex, opened at the light pressure so readily that his head entered me without resistance.

  “Ready to finish what we started earlier?” I asked him in a throaty murmur.

  For an answer, Jack brought his hands down to cup my ass. He used the leverage to pull my body into his, thrusting up at the same time until he was buried balls deep in the welcoming clasp of my snug channel. Warmth radiated from his engorged shaft, soothing me from the inside the way his hand had from the outside. A now-familiar sensation of swelling told me we were joined.

  “That feels so good,” I sighed. Funny how the very thing I’d been so afraid of at first felt comforting now. I didn’t feel trapped by the knot. Just confident that he’d stay with me as long as I needed him to. I rested my cheek against his chest and listened to the thunder of his heart, racing to match mine.

  “I’ll make it feel better,” Jack promised. He arched up into me to gain another fraction of penetration. I adjusted my angle to get the full benefit of the hard, male flesh impaling me. Then we held each other and rocked together in a slow, steady mating that pushed me into a series of climaxes, each one raising me to a higher plateau.

  When Jack finally let go and poured himself into me in a deep pulsing that sent a spike of heat through me, I peaked and shattered from the intensity of our joint release. I collapsed on him, eyes shuttered, breathing deepened, half-asleep before he eased our bodies apart and settled me beside him.

  “Come here.” He tucked me into his side, his arm warm and strong around me, my head pillowed on his shoulder. “I like you like this, all soft and satisfied. I like knowing I made you that way.”

  “Um.” I kissed his throat. “I like knowing it was you, too.”

  “Just what the doctor ordered, a nice, easy fuck.”

  I giggled. “Not that easy. You made me do all the work.”

  “All the work, hell. Half the time you were just hanging on and moaning.”

  I laughed again, and knew it was going to be okay. This part, at least. Between the eleven of them, they’d get me through today. Tonight, the moon would be full and it would be over. The next day, well, one problem at a time.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  MATT WAS STILL WITH US IN THE NEST OF CUSHIONS, A FACT HE REminded me of when he rolled to warm the side of me that wasn’t pressed against Jack.

  “This is a brain bender,” I said, stretching to luxuriate in the feel of all that nude male flesh. “I just did both of you and now we’re all cuddling together.”

  “We like cuddling you.” Matt bumped himself against the curve of my butt and I recognized the unmistakable shape of a recovered erection. I remembered the desire he’d expressed that we hadn’t explored yet.

  “Sure that isn’t all you’d like?” I wiggled until I had the length of him cushioned in the valley between my buttocks.

  “Yes, but I’ve already had you once when it wasn’t my turn. I won’t be greedy and selfish.”

  I savored being held by two lovers, feeling desired and desirable, cared for. Not the rightness I felt in Zach’s arms, not the sense of homecoming I felt in David’s. Being with Matt and Jack just felt good.

  In a way, it was a relief that I didn’t respond the same way to all of them. The mental and emotional confusion that would’ve created I didn’t need. I didn’t feel owned by Matt despite the rough dominance of our sex play. I’d loved it, I’d been wild for it, responded to him with an intensity my body might never forget. But I didn’t feel like I would belong to him forever because of it.

  I just hoped I wasn’t horrified by my wanton behavior tomorrow, and that this wouldn’t ruin our new friendship.

  “What’s got you thinking so hard?” Jack tousled my hair and hugged me tighter.

  “That I want us to still be friends tomorrow,” I said.

  “We’re still friends now,” he pointed out.

  I reached back to caress Matt and urge him to slide himself along the cleft of my bottom, rocking my hips in invitation and welcome. “That goes for all of us,” I said. “You, too, Matt. And it was your turn. I asked for you. I wanted you. We didn’t plan to get carried away, but you didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to do.”

  “Keep squirming like that and I’m going to get carried away again,” Matt said, his voice roughened.

  “Go ahead.” I burrowed into Jack and offered my ass to Matt. “I want to do something just for you.” I wanted to show him in some tangible way that he hadn’t just been a convenience when my body screamed for sex, that he’d been the one to arouse that level of need and the only one who could satisfy it.

  “Don’t tempt me.” His breathing sounded harsh, and I could feel the tension in him. “You need a chance to rest, drink some more, let us clean you up. Getting my rocks off again isn’t taking care of you.”

  “If not now, when?” I arched my back, moved suggestively, the slide of my bare butt against his tumescence drawing a groan from him. “It’s afterplay. I’m already sexually attuned to both of you. And it’s penetration, so maybe it’ll help me go longer before I have to start all over again. I’ll let you both take care of me afterward, but right now I want Jack to hold me while you do it.”

  “Do it.” He let out a short laugh. “Say what you want me to do.”

  I grinned, even though he couldn’t see it. “Matt wants me to talk dirty to him,” I informed Jack.

  “He’s just slow,” Jack said. “He needs very specific instructions.”

  “Oh. See, I thought grinding my butt into his groin after he told me he wanted to give me an ass-fucking made it pretty obvious,” I said. I struggled to sound thoughtful and to keep the laughter welling up inside me contained.

  “That was your mistake. Maybe I can help.” Jack looked at Matt over my head. “She wants an ass-fucking. Give it to her.”

  “Lube,” Matt said, raising his voice. I felt him reach down and begin working the length of his shaft in one hand. His other hand kneaded and stroked the smooth skin of my naked butt.

  “Here.” It was Nathan who brought it, and I was glad it wasn’t Zach or David. Either of them would have distracted me, disturbed the equilibrium I’d established with Matt and Jack. Nathan was neutral.

  “Change position?” Jack asked.

  “Not yet. I’ll just raise her leg over yours, like this.” Matt arranged me to his liking. “She’ll be at a comfortable angle while I make things easier for her.” He coated his fingertips with lubricant, stroked it over my puckered anus. The cooling sensation made a nice contrast to my heated flesh. He repeated the application on his cock, preparing to ease his entry. Then he worked more of the lube inside me, inserting a finger in the process.

  “Tight and hot,” he murmured.

  I did feel warm, now that he mentioned it. I felt his hand moving faster behind me, bringing himself closer to orgasm so the reaming he intended to give me wouldn’t last uncomfortably long for delicate tissues unused to that pressure.

  He continued to stroke and tease my anus while he readied himself. Each leisurely insertion of his finger sent shivers of delight through me. By the time he guided his penis down and positioned it against that untried entry, I was squirming in anticipation. He probed, testing, and my body gave way for the round swell of his head.

  “She’s ready,” Matt told Jack. “Move her onto her stomach. I want her under me.”

  Jack brought a hand up to smooth my hair. “Want me to do anything for you?”

  “Be with me.”

  They helped me into position. Jack pulled an extra cushion under my
hips, elevating my butt. Matt moved over me.

  I closed my eyes as Matt aligned himself and pressed forward, pushing into my anus by inches. The lubricant eased his passage, but there was still a sense of being stretched to capacity that didn’t end as he worked his way inside.

  “Almost,” Matt murmured. His hand moved underneath me to caress my sex. His fingertip searched out my clit and began to stroke it, coaxing me to respond. “Almost there. Just a little more.” He gave another thrust, and then his cock was buried as deep as our position allowed.

  Jack soothed me with his hand in my hair, Matt stimulated me with his hand between my legs, and the multitude of sensations staggered me. Sheer hot lust as Matt’s hard cock tunneled into my virgin ass. Tenderness and closeness in the way Jack touched me. The slide of Matt’s fingertip over my clit until it throbbed in reaction and my hips were moving in restless urgency.

  “I want to make you come,” Matt said as he rode his cock in and out of my tight passage, each thrust stimulating the sensitive tissue of my anus to an almost unbearable degree. “I want you to come while I’m fucking your ass.”

  The pressure he exerted between my legs increased, and his hand slid down until his palm pressed against my clit and his fingertips pushed into my sex. The sensation of being dually penetrated by him made me gasp and sigh. I clenched my inner muscles around Matt’s invading fingers, first two, then a third filling me, heightening my awareness of the way his cock filled me from behind.

  “Come for me.” Matt manipulated my sex, drove his fingers deeper into my sheath, rocked his hips harder into the soft cushion of my buttocks. “Come for me, baby. Let go. That’s it.” He coaxed and encouraged my response as he felt the involuntary movements of my inner muscles signal my impending orgasm.

  His thrusts increased, pushing that thick shaft into my anus again and again. I arched my lower back in an effort to take him deeper, loving the primal pleasure he offered me. He played my sex with expert skill, reamed me with relentless strokes, and I couldn’t have stopped the orgasm that ripped through me if the roof had fallen in.