"Fuck," Will yelled as he thrust, reared his head and closed his eyes as he came inside Lou.
Then Gray pulled from Will's ass, and Will exited from Lou's ass. Will walked over to the serviceable white utility sink. Gray dropped down in front of Lou and engulfed his prick. Lou dropped back onto the table. Will sauntered over, wound a hand into Lou's hair and yanked his head back over the side. Lou's neck stretched taut, muscles bulging, mouth open as Will leaned down and claimed Lou's mouth with his. His cheeks hollowed out as he ground his lips against Lou's. Gray sucked voraciously at Lou's big cock. Will pinched Lou's nipples and then Lou's hips surged as he climaxed.
Poppy couldn't stay and watch anymore--it turned her on too much. She wanted to be in there with them. She wanted Will and Gray to be doing to her what they were doing to Lou. Quickly she raced back to her room. Both hands to her cheeks, she felt the sexual heat coursing through her. She'd never thought--never dreamed she could enjoy watching men the way she had just now. She'd never imagined she'd want to be part of a threesome--or foursome if the desire warranted. But this wasn't the time. The scene played out back in that room felt more like a male rite of passage, a call of the savage, barrenness of the land in some way. She could watch, but of this particular moment, she was not a part. Instinct said her time would come, just not yet.
She stripped and then climbed beneath the covers. There was only one thing she needed to do right now. She had no problem taking care of it herself, especially with the fantasy of allowing two particular men to have their way with her body. She sure as hell was learning more from this trip than she'd planned.
Her orgasm would not wait for Will's return to her room. Her fingers slid into her slick channel easily. With the thumb of her other hand she stroked over her clit. She envisioned the men, fucking each other, fucking her. She could almost feel Will's cock inside her, Gray's mouth latched onto a breast, sucking her until it hurt so damned good. Hardly a breath of a stroke and her orgasm claimed her.
Maybe an hour later she heard muffled voices outside. What had they been doing from the time she'd left them? And her fertile mind was off on another sexual fantasy tangent.
And then her door was softly opened and then closed. She could smell him. There was beer and lust and wood smoke. Perhaps the faintest hint of pipe tobacco. She could smell them--Will had more than one man's scent on him. She sat up in bed.
"Come here," she said as she yanked her nightgown over her head. He stepped to the bed and something primal and of the earth, reared inside her. She grabbed the edges of his shirt and ripped them open. Snaps were convenient--no buttons to find later. Her fingers encountered the hot indentations of Gray's possession at Will's shoulder as she explored his body. She inhaled deeply, absorbing the smell of Will and the other men.
"Fuck me," she said. He started to push her down onto her back. "No, not like that." She turned around and got on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder. "Like this."
His expression darkened. Silently he prepared her, then himself, and then penetrated her. The bite of his male power unleashed her own raw sexuality. Deep and hard and slow.
"You like it like this?" he whispered against her shoulder.
She lunged back, forcing him deeper. The burn bled through her. It felt rich and full-bodied, a bit coarse and rough. "I love it," she said. The bedsprings squeaked, a rhythmic squeal that only added to her arousal.
His mouth on her skin, his cock inside her, her narrow passage wrapped tightly around his breadth... Pale sunlight was the only thing clothing them. Her climax splintered her, rough and hard and delicious. Oh, yeah, it was damned good.
It was not the most peaceful sleep she'd had. Sometime later she'd again awoken Will and this time, she sheathed him with a condom and took him inside her pussy. She mounted him, rode him, undulated over him. The orgasm lapped over her like a warm wave on a sandy beach. Arousing and sensuous. And when she finished she dropped down next to him, still holding him inside her.
Several hours later a knock sounded at her door and she untangled herself from Will.
"Rise and shine, you two. We need to go."
"I'm up--I'm up," she grumbled. All this light was not helping to improve her mood.
Will rolled over. He sat up, kissed her, and then hurriedly dressed and left to go to his own cabin to shower and pack his personal items.
Up, dressed, and down the stairs, she headed quickly for a first gallon of coffee. She prayed it would be strong. Poppy stopped short as she hit the kitchen. The three men were seated at the table laughing and chatting, an intimate scene as though they'd known each other for years. She felt the bite of self-consciousness unfurl and dig deep.
"Well, you're all bright and chipper," she grumbled as she headed toward the coffeepot, her back to the men. She poured out a cup of the steaming liquid and then turned to lean against the counter, eyeing the men seated at the table.
"You can sit down, Red," Will said.
"My name's Poppy, not Red--you know that." Even to her ears she sounded like a grump. "Standing here is just fine. Don't want to crowd you boys." Did she really say that? What was wrong with her?
Poppy couldn't bring herself to look at any of them. She was such an idiot sometimes. Would she ever learn? But it wasn't all that easy being the lone woman surrounded by all this testosterone. Last night was one thing, but today, the sun was high in the sky, she'd had a good night's sleep more or less, and things appeared different. Everything was changed and she wasn't quite certain where it would all lead. Her gaze caught the glitter of Gray's necklace. It reminded her that each day needed to be lived to the fullest because one didn't know what even the next hour would bring. She expected Gray realized that more than any of them.
In meeting Moira, already his fondest wish had been granted. And there was just no way Poppy could resent that he had grabbed for what he wanted with both hands. Something inside her tugged this way and that and it ended up making her feel like she didn't know what she should be feeling.
Should she be jealous of a wolf? Should she be angry with Will for wanting to fuck the two men? Surprisingly, she was neither jealous nor angry. What she was, was envious.
The men grew quiet, none of them looking at the other as they gulped down their coffee. It was Gray who gave Will a look, then finally got up from the table and sauntered toward her. He took her coffee cup from her hand.
"There's always a place for you, Red. Always. I hope you'll never think otherwise." Then he led her back to the table, but not to the empty chair. He turned her until her ass rested against the edge of the table. She heard the rustle of glass and silverware behind her. Her gaze widened when Gray leaned forward and kissed her.
"T-the trip," she said as Gray nipped at her neck.
Chairs scratched across the wood planked floor. Gray's busy hands were now at the front of her shirt, buttons released as his mouth tracked hotly along her neck. Poppy closed her eyes. Another set of hands slid the shirt down along her arms, then pulled her white T-shirt up over her head.
"Mist covering the ground. We'll set out later. Plenty of time," Lou said.
For what? But lost that train of thought when Gray lifted her onto the table and Will leaned across to claim her lips, a large hand cupping her bare breast.
Gray's hands were now at the waistband of her pants. The sound of the zipper being pulled down seemed loud in the small room. As Will hungrily ate at her mouth, his fingers teased a nipple, Gray removed the rest of Poppy's clothing.
Will shrugged out of his shirt as Gray spread Poppy's legs, pulled them up and planted her feet on the edge of the table.
"Nothing I like better for breakfast than a little cream," Gray said. Poppy arched upward as his mouth fastened onto her pussy and his tongue pierced into her.
"Oh, my God," Poppy moaned. They took their time with her. Hands stroking across her body, following the curve of her waist, the slope of her thigh. Then Will lifted her up. Gray stepped away. The expression i
n Gray's eyes was heavy and focused on her. She slipped off the table and walked to him.
Behind her, she heard the thud of boots hitting the floor, the sound of a zipper being released. Before her was Gray. Pretty black dreadlocks trailing down over his muscular chest, mesmerizing hungry liquid brown eyes. Without looking away he balanced himself and swiftly removed his boots and then his socks. His hands went to the front of his pants. She quickly stepped forward and stopped him.
"Let me," she said softly. A cocky smile lightened the look in his eyes as she unfastened his pants and pushed them down over his hips.
"I've had him," he said as he glanced briefly beyond her to Will. "Now I want you."
A rippling thrill ran through her at his words. "I thought it was just Will you were interested in."
"Back then it was all fantasy. Never thought I'd have the chance to have either of you. Why settle for one piece of cake when I can have the whole thing? Time's short for me and I don't want to waste a minute of it. And I want to experience it all."
Poppy enjoyed touching him and she couldn't seem to stop. She pushed the jeans down over his lean hips, revealing the thick hard-on beneath. Out of the corner of her eye she saw movement as Will circled around behind Gray.
Poppy dropped to her knees in front of Gray. Just as she claimed his cock, sucking it into her mouth, Will's big hands slid over Gray's hips and cupped Gray's heavy balls from beneath. She heard Gray growl, a sound emitted from deep within his chest.
"Oh, yeah," he said. "Now this is what I call paradise. I never thought this would ever happen."
The taste of him was wild, a hint of crushed pine and wild sage. The stiff rod of his reddened prick, the broad engorged head. She licked her way up and down the shaft, dipped her tongue into the slit.
"He's close," said Will. "Aren't you, babe?"
"Oh, yeah." The words were more of a long, drawn out breath.
Suddenly Will stepped away. Gray stopped Poppy's ministrations. "Not yet," he said, then he helped her up off her knees.
She looked at him questioningly, but he simply took her hand and led her toward the living room.
The shades had been drawn to blot out the sunlight. Poppy's gaze widened as she saw the change in the layout of the room. And Lou, who was naked, standing there, illuminated by the roaring blaze of the fire in the fireplace. A rustic room, hung with colorful woven rugs. A hunter's lair with walls and floor covered with an array of thick, lush pelts.
It was Will who led her to a spot near the fireplace. He positioned her. Lou handed him a condom that Will quickly donned. Poppy spread her legs and Will came to her, fitting the broad tip of his penis to her opening, he lifted her hips and penetrated her. Locked inside her, he lifted her and then leaned back onto the rugs with her positioned over him.
Gray was behind her; something oily and slick dribbled down her crease. She lifted up and dropped back down over Will, her vagina tightly sheathing him, the rage of lust engulfing her as Gray's fingers entered her anus.
A wildness claimed her, a dark, hungry appetite that demanded to be quenched. The logs in the fireplace snapped, the light flickering over naked, thrusting bodies as they undulated in the semi-darkness of the sexually-charged room.
She fucked Will, and as Gray prepared her small hole, Lou came to her, a hand wrapped at the base of his cock which was sheathed in a condom. She reached up, opened her mouth and took him inside, sucking him, licked along his aroused shaft.
Gray's mouth sucked at her shoulder across to the nape of her neck. And then she felt the tip of his prick pressing at the tight ring of muscle at her opening. She gasped as the head popped past the stretched barrier and then he was lodged inside her--both of them were inside her now, filling her.
Her groan vibrated around Lou's cock. And then it was sounds of sucking, murmurs of pleasure, the steady rocking of limbs in rhythmic abandon. As she lifted, Gray moved with her. As she slowly dropped back down and settled, Gray retracted and then surged into her once again.
Lou pulled back and then slowly thrust his hips forward. Her climax shuddered through her like the slow and steady rumble of a tidal wave with the blistering heat of a volcano's molten lava.
So sweet and lusty, her body found its rhythm as sensations claimed her fast and deep. Will's hands cupped her breasts as Gray's fingers found her clit. She closed her eyes, giving in to the amazing sensations that now mastered her. Lift and drop, retreat and advance, suck and lick. A primal and passionate dance as the heat of the fire kissed her flesh, as droplets of sweat glistened on her skin. The next orgasm was even more powerful than the first, a cataclysmic storm that erupted inside her. It was moments later that Will climaxed. Then Lou. And then Gray.
Hours later Poppy sat curled onto Will's lap as he leaned back against the edge of the old couch. She rested her head on his shoulder, a feeling of perfect relaxation and warm happiness enfolding her. Her eyes were now on the two men at the heart of the rugs before the fire.
"You should join them," she said.
Will's arms tightened around her. "No, I shouldn't. I'm more than content watching them and holding you."
She looked up at him in an attempt to discern whether he was telling her the truth. But she didn't see a yearning in his eyes, a look that he tried to hide. "You're certain."
"Quite certain. Last night was something different. I can't explain it. Today is...different." He cupped her face and then leaned forward to kiss her. "I love you, Poppy."
She couldn't help smiling as she leaned against him and turned to watch Lou and Gray.
Gray was on his back, lying on the rug, legs splayed and bent, feet planted firmly on the rugged floor. Lou was kissing him, his body covering Gray's. All sinewy hard muscle blanketed in undulating light and shadow. A more compact, darkly bronzed flesh, to Gray's long lean frame. Both men with ebony hair. Both athletic in intriguingly different ways.
Lou tracked down Gray's body, stopped to tug at an erect nipple, licked down across a concave abdomen and then sucked Gray's cock into his mouth. His head bobbed and then he released Gray's glistening prick. He rolled Gray onto his belly. Gray thrust his ass upward, taunting Lou. Lou sheathed his own prick with a condom and then penetrated Gray from behind. Lou thrust into Gray. Gray came up to a kneeling position. His eyes were fastened to Poppy and Will.
Poppy uncurled and crawled to the two men. She came up onto her knees next to Gray. Will followed her and rose to his knees on the other side of Gray. Will wrapped a hand around Gray's cock, sliding it up and down the rigid staff. One of Poppy's hands went to Gray's nipple, kneading the hardened little nub. She kissed Gray long and deep, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as she tweaked a nipple.
Lou cried out as he came inside Gray. Gray reared back and thrust his hips forward as he came in Will's hand. Will wound a hand into Gray's black locks, twisted him around and ground his mouth against Gray's.
Long hours later the fire died away to glowing orange coals, as four replete, naked bodies clung together upon the savage rugs and slept the sleep of the satiated and exhausted.
Chapter 5
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The next morning as Poppy entered the kitchen after a short, eye-opening shower, she was more relaxed than she had ever been. Granted her body was a little sore, but it had been well worth it. Granted she didn't know Lou all that well and, although she had been known to enjoy a quickie on occasion back in Seattle, yesterday had been far different from that sort of experience. Far more intimate than she had ever allowed herself to experience before. In short, it had been amazing.
As she sat at the table she found she had quite an appetite and dug into the pancakes, eggs, and bacon with enthusiasm. No one actually said anything about the previous day, but there was a decided lack of tension to the atmosphere. Poppy couldn't help smiling.
"The mists have cleared," Lou said as he got up from the table and began gathering empty plates. "So we'll be off this morning and get you on your way. There's one thing we need t
o do before we head out."
"What's that?" asked Will. "I thought we had everything ready to go."
"For the most part, you're all set." After setting the dishes into the sink, he opened a cupboard and took out a small oblong box.
"What's that?" asked Poppy.
Lou opened the box and took out a vial of liquid. "This is izilene. It will help you to acclimate to the arctic conditions you'll find beyond the veil. It will help to make your going easier."
"I don't know," Poppy said. "Are you sure we need to do this?" She wasn't all that fond of drugs of any type.
Lou looked at her. "You don't have to, Poppy, but it will make it easier for you and will reinforce your endurance. And give you a much higher chance of succeeding on this mission."
"What are the effects?" asked Will.
"The people who inhabit the ice realm aren't entirely human. Oh, some of them may have been at some point, but through inbreeding or whatever, they've adapted to the harsh, frigid climate. Much like all our species adapts to environments in which we subsist."
"Does everyone who travels between these realms need to use this drug?"
"Not everyone, but it is helpful to most. It won't be harmful to you and you will bear no lasting effects from it. It will last for about seven days. It will help to regulate your body temperature. Taken on a regular basis it can be addictive and one would suffer withdrawal systems. Ashon is now close to that threshold, which is one of the reasons it is imperative to get him out soon."
"What happens if he goes over the threshold?" Poppy asked.
"There is a point of no return where his internal thermostat will no longer function properly without the drug. Eventually, he will die. Most humans will not last beyond a year. Being Moira's son, he might last longer and the effects may prove different, but we can't count on that. He's already been with the queen close to six months. Will you allow me to administer the drug?"
Poppy looked at Will. He nodded. "I think we have to. Whatever will help us to get through this, we have to give it a chance. I'm for trusting Lou's take on this."
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