by Vella Day
As much as Liz wanted to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh, Dante had just been shot, and she was still reeling from the whole Couch confrontation.
Trax wrapped an arm around her and tugged her close. “Let’s get comfy in the bedroom.”
Dante lifted his chin. “That’s okay. Go ahead, ignore the injured man.”
Trax whispered in her ear. “Ignore him. He’ll be in his other form anyway. It will allow him to heal better.”
She didn’t want to favor one man over the other. “Do you want to sleep at the end of our bed?” That sounded strange, but it might be nice to have all of them near.
Dante shook his head. “I’d be too tempted to take you.”
She believed him. “Until tomorrow then.”
“I could use a kiss, though.” Dante came over and gathered her in his arms.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, opened her mouth, and pressed her lips to his. Having him in her embrace did wonders for her spirits. When their bodies pressed together and his cock made a dent in her stomach, her pussy went wild. Their tongues collided and she drank in his heroic wonder.
Being the more sensible one, she drew away first. “Good night and heal fast.” Between his floppy hair and sexy grin, she wanted to eat him up, but he did need his rest.
“I’ll be dreaming of you,” Dante said.
“Let the man have some peace,” Trax responded.
Together they went into Trax’s room. She halted. “The bed isn’t made.”
He cocked a brow. “I was asleep when Dante came home to a false message.”
He then told her that he, Dante, and the other four men took turns watching her all week.
“Oh, my God.” They did love her. She’d been such a fool. “How about if it had been a month or two before Couch came?”
“We would have been sleep deprived.” He cupped her cheek. “I wouldn’t have let him hurt you. He never would have gotten as far as he did if he hadn’t figured out how to hack Dante’s phone.” He picked her up. “Let’s get some sleep.”
“I’m still dressed.”
He grinned. “Oh, yeah. Let’s see what I can do about that.” He set her down and turned her to face him. He lifted off her T-shirt and tossed it on the floor.
“Who are you? Did that wolf who scratched you transfer some of his personality?”
He moved in closer. “You mean because I didn’t fold your shirt?”
“Yeah.”
“Life is too short. I want to get you into bed and snuggle.” With a quick pinch, he undid the hook on her bra. “As much as I hate to discard this pretty thing, it has got to go.” Once more, he tossed it on top of her tee.
To help with the process, she kicked off her shoes. The moment her fingers reached her button Trax swatted her hands away.
“Let me. This is about enjoying you. Give me that pleasure.”
Her men never ceased to amaze her. “Be my guest.”
Once he unzipped her pants and pulled them over her hips, he led her back to the bed. She sat down and he tugged them off. “For my sanity,” Trax said, “I’ll leave on the panties.”
She smiled. “That’s a good idea. I really need to sleep.” Tomorrow was made for loving.
He held up a finger. “You need something to sleep in.”
The shirt he’d tossed on the floor would be fine, but he went over to his dresser and pulled out a black T-shirt. “Would you be willing to wear mine again?”
The gesture sealed her heart. She so loved her men. “I’d love to.”
They crawled into bed and he pulled her close. Being wrapped in his powerful arms soothed her and she let her mind go blank.
* * *
She didn’t rouse until tiny kisses brushed her neck and Trax’s cock poked her in the back.
“You want some morning loving, babe?”
What she wouldn’t give to stay in bed and make love all day long. “I would, but I want to check on Dante.”
Trax nipped her ear, reached around to the front and captured her breasts in one hand. “You sure?”
“Yes.” She rolled over and quickly kissed him. “If Dante is okay, I’ll let you tie me up and fuck me.”
“Oh, babe. I can’t believe we found you.” He brushed his lips against hers.
She cuddled closer. “I guess we can thank Couch for bringing us together.”
“You got that right, but I ain’t thanking that bastard for anything.” He hugged her tight and pressed his erection in between her legs.
“Trax!” She giggled and he let her scoot away.
Still wearing his shirt she walked out of the bedroom, turned right, and knocked on Dante’s door.
“You looking for me?”
She spun around. He was in the kitchen looking totally fit. Even his bandage was gone. She edged closer. “What happen to the rest of your wounds?”
Dante took one step toward her and snaked a hand around her waist. “We werewolves heal fast. Remember I told you that killing one of us is next to impossible unless we take a bullet to the heart?”
“Yes, but if I’d aimed higher and shot off Couch’s cock, he wouldn’t have healed fast, now would he have?”
Dante chuckled. “Hardly. You want some breakfast?”
“How about if I make you two something to eat? After all, you did save me.”
Trax strolled from the room wearing only his pajama bottoms. “I thought you said if Dante is okay you’d let me tie you up and fuck you.”
She drew in her bottom lip. “I did.”
Dante cupped her face. “What about me? Can I fuck you, too?”
“Are you up for it?”
He pulled down his pants and his cock popped out. “What do you think?”
“Oh, my.”
Trax lifted her up and carried her toward the playroom. He pressed his thumb to the sensor and the door opened. Instead of the usual red lights, they were now a pretty purple. “How do you like the change in décor?”
She laughed. “Dante must have done this.”
“Done what?” Dante trailed behind them.
“Changed the lights.”
“Yes. These are celebration lights.”
Now she was confused. “What are those?”
Trax set her down. “We’re going to celebrate our union tonight. You are our mate, and when we all three of us make love, you will be bound to us forever.”
This time she didn’t hesitate. “I’d like that.” This was like a marriage ceremony in a way.
She hoped after they mated the werewolf way, the men would be willing to have a more traditional ceremony.
Trax moved in and lifted her chin. “Do you remember the rules?”
“No talking and no coming.” She swore his lips lifted a little.
“Whatever we do, remember it’s in your best interest.”
“Bring it on.” She’d learned that pain brought glory.
Trax grabbed the back of her neck and leaned within an inch of her face. “You’ve already forgotten. Drop your gaze and say nothing or I will have to ball gag you.”
He wouldn’t dare. In case he was serious, she pressed her lips together and stared at the ground.
Dante was behind her and lifted her T-shirt over her head. Trax took care of her panties. Now she stood before them naked.
“Don’t move.”
Both men walked around her. Their movements almost seemed ritualistic in nature or else they were trying to decide what to do with her. Trax headed toward the row of shelves at the back of the room, while Dante stepped to the credenza. The drawer opened and closed. Trax reached her first and waved two clothespins under her face.
“Remember when I put the vibrating clamps on you?”
That seemed like a lifetime ago. “Yes. I liked them.”
She held her breath as he placed the first clothespin on her nipple. Yikes. The pressure really hurt, but her pussy throbbed from the pain. When he added the other one, her pulse raced.
He then dr
ove a finger into her pussy. “She’s dry as a bone. Tie her.”
What does tying me have to do with being dry? Besides, the moment they started talking about having sex, her pussy began to drip. They weren’t being reasonable. Dante pulled back her arms and instead of just tying her hands, he wound a rope around her elbows down to her wrists. Her tits screamed from the skin being stretched. A small cry escaped, but she wouldn’t let them know the pressure was almost too intense.
“What are we going to do about her lack of moisture?” Trax pinched one of the clips and tears stung her eyes.
She could smell her own arousal. Clearly, they were teasing her.
“I say we string her up.” Dante scooped her up and placed her on her back on the massage table.
Trax walked over to the credenza and picked up what looked like a remote. He pressed a button, and the sounds of metal chains lowering emanated from the ceiling. They had to be kidding. At the end of the chains were soft leather cuffs.
Dante leaned over her. “You are going to love this.”
She trusted them. They both attached the cuffs to her ankles. So far so good. But then Trax pressed the button and the chains retracted. The chains were so far apart it spread her legs wide and lifted her butt off the table. He didn’t stop until only her shoulders and head were in contact with the leather. At least her arms weren’t pressed against the cushion. Maybe that was the point.
Trax placed a pillow under her head. “Comfy?”
“Yes, Master.” Despite almost being upside down and having her legs spread wide open, she was looking forward to what else was in store.
Dante disappeared then returned with a dildo. He pried open her pussy lips and dragged the glass cock across her opening. She wished he’d use the real thing, but she had to admit the way he was swirling it around and bumping into her clit excited her. Dante stepped closer and placed the dildo right at her entrance.
Push it in.
He lifted the fake cock, licked it, and returned it to her now wet opening. “I don’t think this is working, bro. Maybe you need to play with her tits.”
“I’ll try, but if we can’t turn her on, I don’t know if we can keep her.”
Those bastards. Trax removed the clothespins but not before pinching them tight. The second they were gone, the blood rushed to the tips, and pricks of pain stabbed her. He pressed on one while he sucked on the other. Her breath caught and electric currents raced down her body igniting her cunt. Her poor pussy contracted from the effect.
Just then Dante drove the fake cock into her creamy hole and twisted it around.
“Oh, oh, yes!”
The relief, though temporary, was divine.
“I can see I’m going to have gag you with my cock.”
She couldn’t wait to suck on Trax’s cock. See how long he lasted. Shoes landed on the ground and he discarded his pants and shirt in seconds. “I’m going to lower your legs and flip you over. I want Dante to have some fun with your ass.”
Together the men readjusted her leg shackles and flipped her over. They moved the table so that her chest and head were off one end. The chains reengaged, only this time the chains slid horizontally to spread her legs wide. The retractable table opened, allowing Dante to step between her thighs.
“Oohee. Lookie what I get to play with.”
He pulled the fake cock out of her pussy before pushing it back in again. While the glass dildo wasn’t nearly as large as Dante, it was better than nothing. He let go and the buttons on the fly of his jeans popped. The moment was close when she’d get both men at once. This was her dream—the ultimate testimony to their love.
Trax moved in front of her and his purple veined cock stood proud. He cupped her breasts and pressed the head of his cock against her lips. His masculine scent stirred her blood. His thumbs brushed across her swollen nipples and pure bliss shot through her. She ran her tongue in his slit and lapped up his tangy pre-cum.
He groaned and she repeated the swipe. This time he pinched her nipples and spikes of pain stabbed her, but the ache was short-lived. Lust ripped down her breasts and across her belly. She swore her toes curled from the pleasure.
“Suck me.” His words almost sounded garbled.
She obliged by slowly lowering her mouth over his hard shaft and drawing him deeply into her mouth. When she swirled her tongue around his length, he grabbed her hair with one hand and tugged. His take-charge action stimulated her even more.
“Faster and harder.”
Trax guided her head up and down. With each pass, she increased the suction and even used her teeth across his malleable skin.
He stepped back. “Enough. Position her on her elbows and knees and fuck her ass.”
“My pleasure, bro.”
Dante slipped the glass cock from her pussy and dragged her juices up her butt crack. The rope was wrapped so tightly around her arms she couldn’t support herself and dropped back down.
“Trax, untie her.”
Dante lifted her shoulders until her ass hit her calves. He bent over and drew a nipple into his mouth. “On second thought, come over here and help, bro.”
The clean scent of lemons wafted up to her, and she assumed it was from the shampoo.
“I thought you wanted me to fuck her ass,” Dante said.
“In a moment. She tastes so good.”
Tits didn’t have a taste. It was her pussy she wanted them to eat. Apparently, they wanted to torment her so when she came it would rock her world. In the meantime, their slightest touch set her on fire.
Dante kept one hand on her back as he stepped to the other side and pinched her nipple. “This one isn’t even red.”
That was another blatant lie.
He used his teeth to pull the tip taut, and the sensation nearly lifted her off the table. Then, Trax reached out and strummed a thumb over her clit and she almost came.
Her groan was too loud. Trax stopped and stepped back.
“Untie her hands.”
Dante did so and positioned her on her elbows. He walked behind her and tapped her ass. “Find me the crop. I want her ass unable to clench before I fuck her.”
She’d had the ruler and that stung like a bitch. She couldn’t imagine what a crop would do. Her legs were still spread wide but the first strike barely stung.
“This is to get you used to the crop.”
The second strike hurt, but her ass pulsed with need a few seconds later. Dante rubbed her rear as if he was trying to erase the red line. But it was the third blow that made her eyes sting. Trax moved to the back.
“Now that’s a nice red ass.” He used his hand and walloped her ass one time.
She cried out.
“Do you want to use your safe word, babe?”
“I want a cock like you promised, Master.”
“Untie her leg irons.”
She wasn’t going to complain, but it sounded almost as if he was going to let her go and not give her any release. As Dante worked on undoing the cuffs, Trax moved the lower half of the massage table together so that it formed a continuous piece once more. He flipped her on her back, pulled open her legs and climbed on top of the table.
Please let him fuck me now.
He leaned over clearly not ready to grant her wish. “I need to taste your honeyed juices.”
She’d never last. Dante stepped to the head of the table and draped a blindfold over her eyes. The loss of sight jarred her for a moment until Trax sucked on her pussy.
She clenched her jaw to keep from screaming his name. Each swipe of his tongue made her hotter, but when he pressed in three fingers and curled them, hitting her sweet spot, she bit her lip. Blood tinged her mouth.
The tongue assault continued between her legs while Dante nibbled on her too sensitive tits. They seemed to keep up the torture forever. It was getting harder and harder to control herself. Surely, one of them wanted to impale her.
She couldn’t stand it any longer. “Please, Masters.”
&n
bsp; Both men stopped and her heart banged against her chest. They said nothing as one of them lifted her off the table and held her up with one arm. The table squeaked as if one of them was climbing on.
“Let me have her.” That was Trax, which meant Dante was holding her.
He placed her face down on top of Trax. His hard cock pressed against her pussy and her body sang with hope.
“Babe, I want you to ride me, and ride me hard.”
The relief nearly took her breath away. “Yes, Master. Thank you.”
She might not have been able to see him, but she sure could feel him under her. When she grabbed his cock, he groaned.
Yes! This was going to be so much fun.
She moved over him, placed his cock at her entrance and slid on down. Her slick walls gobbled him up until his thick base made it impossible to go farther. She placed her palms on his muscled pecs and lifted up. As slow as she could, she lowered her body. Just because she could, she milked his cock.
She never expected the slap to her ass. “Don’t do that to Trax.”
“How did you know I did anything? Master.”
“He told me. Remember we communicate silently.”
Damn werewolves.
“Babe, for that action you will no longer get any control.” Trax grabbed her hips, lifted her up, and held her tight. He thrust upward and impaled her. Her body trembled.
“Let’s lean her forward, bro.”
Dante pressed while Trax pulled down on her shoulders. Lube scented the air and Dante rubbed the goo all over her asshole. He slipped in two fingers to get her ready. When he wiggled them around, her puckered hole gave in and she relaxed. In her dark world, every touch and smell came at her so fast her body magnified what they were doing.
“Sugar, you ready for the ride of your life?”
Chapter Nineteen
Liz merely nodded, as she was unable to speak with Trax’s cock firmly implanted inside her. As Trax held still, Dante nudged open her back hole. He grabbed her hips and slowly eased his way in, taking small thrusts to get inside. Her body was bursting at the seam with cocks.
As much as she tried to control her breathing, the best she could do was take small puffs. Her nerves fired in every part of her, robbing her of most thought. Once Dante was fully seated, he leaned over and rubbed her tits. His touch caused tremors to blast down her sides.