Before his completion, he pulled his erection from her. The last jerks of his hips and hot pulses from his cock struck her stomach and his, making it all the easier for him to continue rutting against her. She spent the last moments of her clutching orgasm without anything to hold. She scratched her toenails against his hips to give herself some satisfaction rather than the terrible, ghosted hollowness left behind, as though she were unable to be fulfilled without being filled at the same time.
Then the captain was lifted from her body as easily as he had lifted her, with a clawed hand on the back of his neck instead of the front. The king brought the captain up onto his knees, where he was waiting—fully clothed against his alpha’s nudity, clean and quiet and deliberate against his captain’s fierce desperation.
The king flashed his teeth. “You can have her, but only because she is mine.”
The captain snapped at him like a dog on an unwanted leash, but the king remained unfazed.
“Once I have turned her, she may cross your path as she pleases. Until then, remember to whom you both belong, Rafe, one way or another. Really, dear boy, there was never a need to deny yourself any of this.” He stroked through the captain’s mane, smoothing out where Asha had knotted the braids and matted strands. “I hope you do not object to her participating in this experience. I assure you, you will quite enjoy it.”
Asha lifted herself up on her elbows just in time to witness the captain closing his eyes, his mouth dropping open as though surprised by his own desire, when the king kissed his neck.
But it was not complete surprise, for he did not stay shocked for long. Within moments, the captain had reached back to hold the king’s head against his neck and to bring their hips closer together, mirroring how Asha had held him while he had taken her from behind. His face maintained its flush, but his erection began to lower, drawn down by its weight, though more sedate desire prevented him from deflating completely.
With all his strength, all his power, all his dominance, he submitted so easily to the king, and when the king sank his teeth into the captain’s shoulder, he went limp. The king swept his arm around the captain’s waist, keeping him from slipping out of the bite. Almost immediately, the captain’s erection surged with flushing blood once more, as though he had not already come twice and reached the end of his endurance without the aid of the full moon.
The king opened his eyes just enough to reveal slits of black. He smoothed his inhumanly long fingers over the intriguing topography of the captain’s abdomen, up to his chest, showing him off to her and clearly enjoying the sensation of the captain under his palm. Though he had never bitten the captain, the familiarity of his touch suggested he had done many other things.
Asha rose all the way, cognizant that her efforts to clean herself earlier in the evening had been ill-advised at best, given the mess that the captain had made of her. She would have once considered this sort of filth ignoble, but filth on its own was not enough to disturb her as it would a Tapestry son or daughter. She trailed her fingers through the captain’s semen smeared on her belly and idly tasted it as she watched her husband caress the captain.
The sight of the king’s appreciation excited her more than watching his bedding, delicious as that had been. She had not wanted the bedding as she now wanted the men locked to each other by her husband’s teeth.
“See how I enthrall him, my love?” The king drifted his hand back down through the light fur of the captain’s abdomen to slowly wrap his fingers around the cock that seemed to lurch to meet him. “He does not have to control me nor himself when he allows himself to be with me. I wish I had known he wanted my bite. I should have known.”
“You speak in my mind, but you cannot speak into an unenthralled mind, yes? Then you could not have known until now.” Asha leaned forward, attention avidly following the unimaginable patience of the king’s hand around the erection. As rigid as the cock was, the king’s grip made a noticeable valley, gathering blood toward the head as he stroked up. The captain’s hips canted forward with each excruciating pull, and he exhaled in relief every downstroke, though it forcibly drew the foreskin away from the head and wrinkled the skin near the base.
“I believe my alpha was jealous of more than just my teeth, Ashling.”
She stroked along the outline of her lips, then detoured up to her swollen cheekbone where the captain had struck her. Stroking over the tenderness, she eased toward where the king beckoned her in mental word and manual deed.
The king relinquished the erection and guided Asha’s mouth to the head, wet with all manner of fluids by now and tinged pink with it. She refused to hurry, taking a page from the king’s book, but she allowed herself to be guided.
When she closed her mouth around the head, sliding her lips down over him and running her tongue along the underside, the captain’s eyes flew open, and his hips bucked violently. The head hit the back of her throat, which caused her to gag and pull off of him.
The king laughed into the captain’s shoulder. The captain’s eyes rolled back almost completely into his head from the sensation, but he forced himself to bring his gaze back down to where she knelt. He did not appear as irritated now as when he had viewed her in a similar position taking in the king’s cock on the throne.
The king pointedly jerked the captain’s hips back, restricting him from moving. Asha could well imagine what the captain felt against the small of his back, but he appeared to have no objection. She bit her lip as she imagined her husband naked with the rest of them, embedding the captain with more than his teeth.
The captain stroked through the king’s hair to encourage him closer, deeper, to bite him as though he kissed. Asha fixed her gaze upon the shift of ivory teeth in the base of the captain’s neck, the glisten of blood that the king caught with his lips before it could trickle down the captain’s chest—not that it could have made any more mess than Asha had with her blades. The scratches had closed. Smeared, congealed blood painted his body from where he had held her against him. She started there this time, tracing her tongue along the scratches.
She could not have been hurting him—even hurting him deliciously as the wolves enjoyed—but he hissed, his beast’s teeth large and bared. He relinquished his grip on the king’s hip to guide her in the king’s stead down to the thicker, darker fur that led back to his cock.
“Take it. God, take it.” Gone was the angry, reluctant lover. The thrall stripped away any of the expectations he had for himself, skinned away strength and control and dignity until all he revealed was desire. Just desire, without reins, without limits, without dignity.
The king hummed his approval as Asha brought both her hands to the shaft and swallowed around the head once more. He stretched her mouth as much as he stretched her cunt, much more than the king did, so she could not go down as far. Her hands made up the difference. No matter how she closed her fingers around the circumference, it was too big for her to close them all the way, but when she twisted her hands as she had twisted for the king, she was able to touch everywhere, leaving no part of him unattended.
The captain struggled from the sensation of Asha’s mouth around him. The king had to work to keep him still, which only spurred Asha to work harder to make the captain lose control. She curled her fingers, pricking the soft skin strained over the rigid erection, and she grazed her teeth against the ridge of the head.
The captain shouted, bucked, his groan almost a whine as Asha laughed over him, into him. She did not need the thrall to drive her now, though it whispered through her like the rustle of a serpent’s belly across stone. She spread her thighs in a fruitless attempt to cool her arousal.
The king lifted his head from the captain’s shoulder. Blood dripped from the tips of his long teeth. The captain turned his head to catch the drops before they fell, swallowing his own blood, then yielding to the king’s kiss. Blood smeared over their lips as the king shared what he had taken. Though it came from himself, the captain drank it in as thoug
h it were fresh and strange, as he had tasted blood from her hand. Healing the captain was not as necessary as healing her, for already the wound began to stitch together, superficial as it was.
Asha paused, her grip growing tighter and her teeth closing over less yielding flesh. She threatened him until he remembered she was there. He tore away from the king’s kiss with gulping gasps before twisting her hair into his fist to jerk her away, but not in anger. His pupil nearly subsumed his abnormally large, blue wolf’s eye.
She laughed as he held her away from him. His cock twitched with a racing pulse as though blindly searching for the one who had abandoned it.
“Too much pain, captain?” Asha reached for him, stroked over his cock with her fingernails, then took his scrotum in hand and pulled it down until he shook her.
“Wicked girl.” The captain dragged her back to him on her knees.
“Mmm, quite.” The king joined his hand in Asha’s hair, their fingers overlapping as they both led her back to the captain’s cock. “Such delicious, fragrant wickedness in this room. Your blood does not satisfy, wolf, but it will do. The bond a monster forges with a creature differs from that with a human, yet now my thrall runs through your veins. You just gave the last free piece of yourself to me. Do you understand? Before, you could only come to my call when you were close enough to hear, but now I shall call anywhere, and you will return to me. As my scent, my thrall, threads through her, it weaves through you as well.” The king ran his tongue from the bite up the captain’s neck, then bit the coarse fur of his short beard. “You have never been so mine.”
Asha pumped her hand over the feverish shaft, mesmerized by the king’s voice, by the licking heat of her dissatisfaction, by the insidious movement of the king’s thrall that unfurled her arousal into full bloom and curved her thorns. It pulled like thread in a dull needle, sewing her to the captain and the captain to the king and the king to her, until they were a tapestry of flesh and blood.
“How can I ever show my gratitude for giving me this gift?” the king asked playfully, his mouth still otherwise occupied expressing his delight across the captain’s skin, but a smile crinkling the edges of his eyes. “You challenge me, Asha.”
She had no way of knowing if her thoughts could reach his, and her mouth was substantially more occupied.
Asha had to close her eyes as the captain let go of her head to run his claws over her shoulder blade. His back arched, straining the king’s hold, but her hand on the captain’s cock kept him from thrusting too far this time. After two orgasms before, his seed was thinner, less trouble to swallow. She struggled not to whimper, the enthralled strings tying her to the king and captain together drawing her arousal taut but not tight enough yet to snap. She frantically milked the captain for everything he could give. Her desire was its own beast within her, calling forth teeth she did not have and claws she had discarded.
The captain succumbed to his completion, leaning back against the king and catching his mouth in brief but fierce kisses through his panting—he, unlike the king, needed the air.
“Oh, no, my friend, do not for a minute believe that you have finished your task,” the king murmured against his mouth. “My wife is still unsatisfied. If you are not prepared to grant her the full measure of what she desires, you are unfit to have her. All of your pack at your feet, and you cannot satisfy one human woman?” He clicked his tongue, pulled on the man’s fur near his nipples to make him jerk. “Surely you can give her what she needs after she so beautifully gave you everything you ever wanted of her, human though she is and my queen though she will remain.”
The captain pressed his claw into her mouth while it still covered the head of his cock. He guided her back, the gesture both tender and menacing at the same time. She had to stay perfectly still when he found her tongue with the claw, tapping it lightly.
For a moment, his face contorted, and his body swayed. The erection that had flagged more quickly than before came back up tight against his abdomen, though she doubted it would have been able to do so of its own accord or of the captain’s solitary desire. Asha recognized the king’s influence, moaned as it moved through her as well. Her thighs shook, her cunt clenching around hollowness as though poised for orgasm.
“Come to me, Asha.” The captain lured her like a fisherman with a catch on his hook, drew her up, then took her chin in his claws to bring her to his kiss.
She tasted blood and the king on his lips, came up close against him, their respective bodies stickier than when they had last parted. Nevertheless, Asha nearly climbed over him, her enthusiasm pushing him down onto the carpet.
The king shifted to give them room, then unfastened his trousers to let his own untended erection free. He stroked it lazily, without any of the frustrated need of the other two occupants in the room. Asha spared him a glance, then returned her attention to the man beneath her. As she rocked her hips, his cock parted her folds. She rubbed herself along the hot length of him pinned between them.
“Is this what it feels like now for you to be near him?” The captain seemed to enjoy speaking about the king as though he was not there. And the king appeared to enjoy the disrespect. The pace over his erection quickened.
“Attuned to him? Drawn to him? Some part of you always ready? Some part of you wishing for death?” She shook her head against the tightening of her aroused tension as she matched her king’s rhythm. “And when he raises the thrall through your blood, you feel as though you will die if you do not grant him his desires, be it your pleasure or his?”
The captain grabbed her upper arms, abusing the flesh until she whimpered. “The desire to please arises with becoming alpha of the pack sworn to him. A free alpha would never have agreed to such things that I have submitted to. Yet, though at any moment we can choose to disavow our allegiance, none of the leaders of my pack have done so over all the centuries of our service. I believed it would be little different to yield to his bite.”
He yanked her down to cover his body, her breasts pressing to his chest and his mouth parting to inhale the scent he had helped create. “But it is different. He heightens my lust, as I am sure he heightens yours. Still, though he also heightens my endurance, I need you to know, Asha… What I do now is wholly me.”
He lunged up, opening his mouth to her as he moved his bruising grip from her arms to her hips to position her. The head of his cock nudged at her entrance, but she was the one who sank down upon him once more, shuddering from her fingers to her toes. He raked his claws from her buttocks to mid-thigh, and she ran her tongue along the king’s bite on his neck with a moan as she moved over him.
“Do not dare hold back on me, captain.”
She rode him faster, crying out as he began to push up to meet her. Soon he struck repeating blows on her sore legs with his hips and occasionally with his open hand, as though it were he riding her rather than the other way around.
“There’s my girl,” the captain said in a rougher turn of phrase, the same kind that some mid-caste men with callouses on their hands used. “You’ll not last long now.” He brought her down to kiss him again, angling his hips to keep rubbing his cock over the place that gave him moans to drink and a more pliant partner.
She clutched at his mane, at his shoulders, anywhere she could gain purchase. Yet there was no purchase to be had as she scrabbled at the stone wall of their lust. She fell farther and farther down, until she could do nothing more but let herself fall in his arms, his body beneath her to brace her against the landing.
The king awakened in her mind, a blood drop blossoming on driven snow—no manipulation, simply and comfortably there when she clamped around the captain’s cock and came with a helpless scream into his toothsome mouth. Teeth dented her lip to keep her down against him as her hips lost their rhythm.
“Bring me to the end, Asha,” he whispered against her swollen cheek before shifting to her neck, kissing her through his continued assault. “End this, if I satisfy you enough. Don’t stop unti
l you’re satisfied. Fuck yourself on me to your content, love. Predator and prey, hunter and hunted, it all mingles in your scent. I could bury my tongue so far into you, you’d scream like that for days. I knew you were a screamer, little girl. I watched you, watched him make you come again and again in his orgy of a bed. God, even now you can’t stop, can you? You like to keep coming, insatiable little slut.”
Uncouth, rough, harsh, yet there was none of the mockery in his face that the executioner and men of his ilk wore when they had inflicted their obscenities upon her. When the captain spoke with the cadence of men too dirty to walk in Tapestry circles but too good for the Gray, he used it the way he used tooth and claw and fury and irritation—to grate her raw. But he cared even as he ravaged, forcing her pleasure, stroking up her spine, nuzzling his coarse facial hair against her cheek. A blow hit her as a caress, and he wrapped insult in tenderness to sooth whatever damage his abrasion caused.
She pushed his cock into her until her climax simply could not be sustained anymore. She stopped, his whole cock inside her and her mouth against his, though they did not kiss, simply struggled for each other’s breath. Then she gathered the last of her strength to lift herself up, her hands on either side of his head as she gazed down upon him.
“Finish for me now, captain.”
She had reached fullest completion. Her body could only twitch and flutter in exhaustion. But to see his face contort as though in pain as he obeyed—whether intentionally or not—aroused her mind. She began to understand what it meant to never be truly satisfied. More than her body craved desire, and that part of her was nearly tireless. She consumed the sight of the captain coming undone, branded it upon her thoughts more indelibly than his touch upon her skin.
He kept her around him even as he lost his erection, finally permitted to recede, his muscles to loosen, his eyes to close as his breathing slowed. But he opened them again to assure her that he had not fallen asleep. When her cunt could no longer hold him, she rose up to ease him out, then settled back against him.
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