by J. L. Wilder
Now she was confused.
"Come in," she said.
Her brow knitted, she watched as the door opened slowly, each of the men stepping through one after another. And she noticed right away that all of the men were dressed in nothing but a white towel wrapped around their waists, their upper bodies bare in all their glory.
They stood at the border of the tub, sexy grins on all of their faces.
"Is something wrong?" she asked. "You guys are getting me worried. And kind of confused."
"Nope," said Mace. "Nothing wrong."
"In fact," said Cutter. "The kids are all asleep."
"At the same time, for once," said Jack.
"That's good," she said. "And you guys just figured that you'd put on some towels and nothing else to celebrate the occasion?"
"Well," said Jack. "We definitely thought we'd do some celebrating."
"Right," Cutter said. "But we had a little more in mind than just putting on towels."
"Taking them off was also part of the plan," said Mace with a smile.
Echo felt a tingle down below, one that suggested her body was well aware of what the boys had in mind. She softly bit down on her lower lip as her eyes danced from body to body, each torso sculpted and gorgeous. Her hand gently moved over her cleavage, her fingertips through the bubbles gathered around her breasts.
"Okay," she said. "I'm intrigued. But you might have to actually show me what you have in mind. Words only go so far."
The guys looked at one another, smirks on their faces.
"I think we can do that," said Cutter.
Together, the three of them dropped their towels down to the ground, exposing three sets of powerful, muscular legs, thick, long cocks hanging between them. The sight was almost too much for Echo to bear.
Once after another, the men stepped into the tub. There was more than enough space for all of them, -even more than all of them, actually. They formed a half-circle around Echo, their eyes narrowed in sensual anticipation.
"You've got us all to yourself," said Mace.
"The only question is: where do you want to start?"
Echo was overwhelmed. She'd been with all of the men many, many times before, but that was only one-on-one. All three of them at once...
She swallowed and fanned her face, her skin now even hotter than it had been.
"Hmm," she said. "How about we do this the old-fashioned way..."
She pointed her finger at Cutter and began.
"Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, catch a wolf by his toe, if he cums, let him go, eeny, meeny, miny...moe."
Her finger settled on Jack, and he seemed more than happy to be the one.
"Let's begin, shall we?" he asked.
"Let's," said Jack.
She moved slowly through the water and wrapped her arms around Jack, pulling him into a hard kiss. His solid body was covered in water and suds, his muscles glistening under the low light. She kissed him deeper and harder, her hand disappearing under the surface of the water, her fingers wrapping around his prick.
He moaned through her kiss as she stroked him, his chest rising and falling as they kissed. Then Echo took her lips from his and backed off.
"Now," she said. "Cutter."
He grinned and moved closer.
"But I'm not done with you yet, Jack."
She began kissing Cutter, his stubble grazing against her face. And she as kissed him she raised her ass into the air, pointing it at Jack. He didn't need any instructions. First, she felt his fingers penetrate her, moving slowly in and out of her. Echo sighed, the pleasure pulsing through her body in soft waves as she kissed Cutter.
After fingering her for a time, Jack removed his hand and replaced with his mouth, spreading her lips and licking her clit.
"Oh...oh, fuck," moaned Echo, taking her lips away from Cutter for long enough to speak.
She brought her lips back to Cutter's mouth as Jack continued to eat her.
Shit, she thought. Still got one more.
Echo reached her hand out, placing it on Mace's shoulder and guiding him close. She moved from Cutter, kissing Mace as Jack continued to work his oral skills. Cutter lowered his head and took her nipples into her mouth, one after the other.
Through the pleasure, Echo allowed herself a sense of total satisfaction at the idea of one man on her lips, one man on her tits, and the other on...her other lips.
But she wanted more. Echo pulled back from Mace and straddled him, taking his cock into her hand and pointing it up, right at her waiting pussy. With a sigh, she lowered herself down onto him, his bulky, hard prick filling her just how she wanted. Her hands on the edge of the tub, she began to ride.
Cutter moved to one side of her, Jack to the other. She alternated between kissing one, then the other, the free man tending to her breasts. The pleasure was like nothing she'd ever felt before. All the male attention, knowing it was hers and hers alone...it was almost too much to bear.
After riding Mace for a while longer, she motioned with her eyes to Cutter as she leaned against the tub and pointed her ass out once again. This time Cutter took a seat on the rim as Jack moved behind her, shoving his cock into her and pounding her hard. Cutter's prick was right in front of her face, and she eagerly wrapped her mouth around it, sucking him off as Jack filled her again and again. Mace covered her body in kisses all the while.
It didn't take much of this before she knew she was about to cum hard. She took her lips from Cutter's savory cock and sat back on the edge of the tub, her legs spread open. Echo nodded to Cutter, letting him know it was his turn. He eagerly obliged her.
Cutter positioned himself between her legs, Mace and Jack moving to both sides. Cutter moved his prick into her as she took Jack's cock into her mouth, her hands working Mace's shaft. After a time, she switched Jack and Mace, all the while taking glances down to watch Cutter fill her over and over again.
She as close, so close she could hardly stand it. When Cutter's cock finally pushed the orgasm out of her body she feared it might cause a tidal wave. Pleasure coursed through her, Cutter's cock exploding and filling her.
Then Jack came, draining himself into her mouth, Echo swallowing down every last drop of his sweetness. Mace was next, his prick emptying over her body, covering her neck and breasts in hot, white streaks.
When it was done, the four of them collapsed back into the tub.
The three men all around her, her body exhausted from pleasure, Echo felt like a queen.
She loved it.
But the cries of babies flowed through the house, and they all realized that the fun was over—time to get back to it.
"We can get it," said Cutter. "You stay here."
"No," said Echo. "I want to see the little guys. Besides, I'm starting to get all pruney."
They hopped out of the tub, all of them wrapping their bodies in towels before heading downstairs to the nursery. Sure enough, each of the babies was crying like it was going out of style.
The men rushed into the room, each of them attending to one of the three boys and scooping him into their arms. It was a sight she never got tired of.
"It's okay, Max," said Cutter, holding the baby most bonded to him.
"Come on, Nick," said Mace. "Be a tough little guy."
Echo smiled as she watched the men.
"And how's James?" asked Echo to Jack.
"Calmed down as soon as I picked him up," said Jack.
"What do you all say we head outside?" asked Echo. "It's a nice night."
"Works for me," said Cutter. "Maybe we ought to change first, though."
Echo laughed.
"Good call."
After they switched into some casual clothes, the big family headed out onto the balcony to watch the moon over the forest around them. Echo took Nick into her arms, her mind still reeling at what they'd all been through together.
When Stone died, the Hearteaters formed something more like a democracy, all of the members of the clan ruling together. They put their warlike w
ays behind them and focused on doing good in the region.
Cutter's Saw Tooth clan, now in the hands of Marx, began to prosper. It wasn't long before they were one of the most powerful in the area. And they proved to be a valuable ally.
As for Echo and the rest, they were focused on their family. Three boys were a handful, and she knew with this many alphas there would be many more kids to come.
Maybe the next litter would be all girls, she thought with a smile.
But for the time being, she was happy to savor the small moments, like being there with all of her boys on a quiet, warm summer night.
"I love you all," said Echo. "Don't think I tell you that enough."
"Love you, too," said Cutter, leaning over and kissing her.
"Yeah," said Jack. "Lots of love here."
"And more to come," said Mace. "When this family turns into a clan."
Echo smiled at the idea.
The future was going to be something else for her, but there, right then, she was happy.
And that was enough.
THE END
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