Fated Magic: Claimed by Wolves #1

by Rose, Callie

  Trystan and Archer are right behind me, taking their places on either side of us until the four of us surround her.

  This is not at all how I imagined this would go, but as I gaze into Sable’s perfect gray-blue eyes, I realize it doesn’t really matter. Because she needs this.

  And I’d do anything I can to make her happy.

  Cupping her chin, I tilt her head up a bit more as I drop my own, and when our lips meet, I can taste the way her desire has changed her body chemistry. She tastes sweeter, wilder than she did the first time we kissed, and it makes my hard cock pulse with a fresh shock of arousal.

  She groans into my mouth, sliding her tongue against mine as her breath picks up. I can feel her moving, her ass grinding against Ridge behind her as our kiss deepens. She undulates her hips, shifting between the two of us as she seeks more relief from the heat building inside her.

  Ridge lets out a choked grunt as her perfect ass rubs against his cock again, and the sound stokes something inside me. He can feel her response to me in the urgency of her movements, and it makes an unexpected swell of pride and lust rise up in me. Good. I want him to feel it. I want all these men to know how badly Sable wants me.

  I kiss her harder, plundering her mouth before drawing her sweet little tongue into my own mouth and sucking on it. She whimpers softly, her breath coming in short gasps.

  I’m breathing harder too, my head spinning like I’m drunk as I lose myself in the sweet perfection of her body. Her spirit. Every fucking thing there is about this beautiful, vulnerable goddess.

  When our lips finally break apart, hers are even more full than usual, swollen from the punishing attention from first Ridge, then me.

  Her eyelashes flutter as her tongue darts out to taste me, but before I can kiss her again, Trystan catches her chin with two fingertips and turns her head toward him, claiming her lips for himself.

  An instinctual jealousy rears in my chest, my wolf scratching at my rib cage as it demands I fight him. Kill him. Destroy him.

  But before I can make a move to do anything, Sable’s hand slides down between us and finds my cock, her fingertips brushing over my shaft.

  My eyelids droop, all thoughts of violence and killing evaporating from my head as pleasure like I’ve never known surges through me.

  Fuck. She’s so damn perfect.

  Her touch is light and tentative at first, soft as a butterfly’s wings, but as Trystan’s greedy tongue plunders her mouth, she lets out a desperate whimper. I can tell he’s driving her wild with his kiss, and she takes it out on my dick, wrapping her delicate fingers around me and stroking.

  My hips jerk forward of their own accord, desire making my balls draw up tight. Suddenly, I’m on the other end of what I was trying to do to Ridge. I was trying to prove a point to him and the others with the way I kissed Sable, and I’ve got a feeling Trystan is doing the exact same thing.

  He wants me to feel her lose control. To feel her come apart from his kiss.

  And as her small hand slides up and down my shaft, I have to admit, I don’t fuckin’ hate it.

  If this is sharing, maybe it’s not all bad.

  With a guttural noise, Sable finally breaks her lips from Trystan’s, and Archer is right there. A gentle grip on her chin turns her face toward him, and this time, my wolf doesn’t howl in protest as his lips seal over hers.

  There’s nothing to fucking protest.

  The movements of her hand are awkward and a little jerky, making me think she’s never done this before, but it doesn’t matter. Hell, it makes it better. The sensation of her warm palm and delicate fingers around my cock is the best goddamn thing I’ve ever felt. There’s no shyness or hesitation on her part, nothing but need and desire as she begins to explore Trystan with her other hand, her tongue still tangling with Archer’s.

  Behind her, Ridge sweeps her hair over one shoulder to give himself access as he tastes the skin of her neck, and I can’t help myself. My hand comes up to cup one of her breasts, squeezing and massaging it before rolling her pert nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

  Trystan’s hand finds the other, and the whimper that pours from Sable’s lips is like a chorus of damn angels singing.

  Fuck, I want to hear her make that sound over and over.

  I want to go to sleep to that sound, wake up to that sound, live and fucking die by that sound.

  The fact that the woman of my dreams, the woman my wolf has claimed, is surrounded by three other men who are as dead set on worshipping her body as I am no longer seems quite as strange as it did a few minutes ago. Shifters have never been shy about nudity, so it doesn’t bother me to be standing side by side with several other fully naked men.

  And honestly, even if I weren’t a shifter, I’m not sure I’d even notice or care.

  Every bit of my focus is on Sable.

  She’s the only thing that matters in this equation.

  I pinch her nipple lightly again, and she lets out a moan, practically going up on her tiptoes as she kisses Archer harder.

  Ridge moves the hand that’s splayed over her belly lower, sliding a finger through her folds, and she bucks in our hold, her entire body reacting as if she’s channeling an electric current. She arches and undulates against all of us, pressing her breasts into my hand and Trystan’s as she grinds against Ridge’s finger and kisses Archer like her life depends on it.

  The musky, alluring scent of her arousal saturates the air around us, and I’m so damn hard, I swear I’m about to come in her fucking hand.

  I’m not the only one who’s on edge either.

  With a gasp, Sable wrenches her lips away from Archer’s. Her cheeks are flushed, her blue eyes glassy, and the silken strands of her blonde hair are a mess.

  She already looks thoroughly fucked, and we haven’t even gotten there yet.

  “More!” The word comes out as something between a whimper and a cry. “I need more. I need…”

  “We know what you need, little wolf.” Ridge’s voice is thick with heat.

  I catch her gaze, letting the promise ring through my voice. “We’ve got you.”

  31

  Sable

  We’ve got you.

  God, I hope that’s true. Because I feel like I’m on the verge of floating away, on the precipice of bursting into a million sparks and dissipating in the air.

  I have never felt anything like this, not even in the times when I’ve kissed or touched these men before. This is something altogether different, and I wonder if it’s the wolf inside me rising to the surface.

  It definitely feels wild, whatever it is. Unrestrained. Uninhibited.

  Powerful.

  Dare’s brown eyes burn as he gazes at me, the flecks of gold in his irises glittering like stars. He looks wild too, masculine and strong, and I can feel his cock pulse against my hand. It’s so big I can’t even get my fingers all the way around it, but for some reason, that doesn’t scare me. It’s like my body knows it can take him, knows it was born to fit him.

  I’ve never had sex before. I’ve barely even gotten to second base before, and if I were with any other men, alarm bells would be ringing in my head, telling me that all of this is too fast, too soon.

  There’s nothing like that in my mind right now though.

  The only mantra running through my head is a single word.

  More.

  Their hands on me, their mouths on mine, their calloused fingers exploring my body—it’s incredible. The most overwhelming thing I’ve ever experienced.

  But it’s still not enough.

  There’s an ache deep in my belly, an emptiness, a yearning. A need for something I can barely articulate but desperately crave.

  “Please,” I whisper, trying to put everything I’m feeling into that one word. There’s no way I manage it—I’m feeling too damn much for an entire novel’s worth of words to convey—but I think I get across enough.

  Trystan makes a noise low in his throat, and the next thing I know, I�
��m swept up into his arms, cradled against his chest. I lose my contact with the other men, but it’s okay. I can still feel them all around me, and when Trystan turns to stride down the hall toward the bedroom, they’re right there with us.

  They’re not leaving.

  None of them.

  Just like I asked.

  The realization sends a wave of giddy happiness and desire through me, and I cling tighter to Trystan’s neck, burying my face in the crook of his shoulder and biting down lightly on the flesh there, tasting the salty warmth of his skin.

  “Oh, fuck.”

  His footsteps falter slightly, and his body goes rigid against mine as he reacts to my touch.

  I like it. I like it so much that I bite a little harder, sucking on the skin as if I’m trying to draw out a little piece of his soul.

  His breath hitches, a strangled noise resonating in the back of his throat, and he curses again before laying me gently on the bed. His body drapes over mine for a second, and when I finally release his skin with a wet pop, he drops his head and kisses me hard and deep.

  It’s like he’s trying to punish and praise me all at once, and I kiss him back just as desperately, meeting every stroke of his tongue as our teeth bang together. When he finally pulls away, I’m panting for breath again, my lungs struggling to get enough oxygen.

  He stands slowly, flanked by the other three as they all gather by the foot of the bed. They’re all still naked, so gloriously naked, and I can’t stop looking at them. When we arrived at the cabin on that first day and they shifted back to human form with no clothes on, I dragged my gaze away from their nude bodies and ran inside like my hair was on fire.

  But that was an old version of Sable. One I’m not even sure exists anymore.

  One I sort of hope won’t exist after tonight.

  Instead of shying away, I let my gaze rove everywhere it wants to, soaking up the sight of them and committing it to memory. They’re all big men, though Trystan is the tallest of the group, and they’re all made of rippling muscle that’s highlighted by tan, smooth skin.

  And they’re all hard.

  Their cocks jut out from their bodies, each a slightly different size and shape, and I bite my lip as I study them, doing with my eyes what I did with my hand to Dare earlier—exploring every inch of them.

  “Fuck, Sable,” Archer murmurs, his normally smooth voice rough with strain. “When you look at us like that…”

  There’s such open longing in his voice that it makes my chest squeeze, an entirely new kind of ache spreading through me to join the heat already flooding my veins.

  I want to keep looking at them. But even more than that, I want to touch them.

  I want them to touch me.

  My skin is still uncomfortably hot, my nerve-endings so sensitive that my clothes feel confining and scratchy. So I sit up on the bed, reaching down to grab the hem of my shirt before tugging it over my head.

  I’m still not wearing a bra, and my nipples tighten as cool air meets my skin. All four of the men standing by the foot of the bed growl, and as I begin to shimmy out of my slightly-too-big jeans, they finally move.

  The mattress dips and the bed creaks slightly as they all crawl up beside me. The bed isn’t big—it was only built with two occupants in mind, not five—but that just means the men have to crowd closer around me as Dare and Trystan tug the pant legs over my feet before tossing the jeans on the floor.

  All that’s left is my panties now.

  That’s the only stitch of clothing anyone in this room is wearing.

  And it still feels like way too much.

  Dare must think so too, because he grabs them and tears them from my body, flinging them away like they’ve personally affronted him. The movement is so fast and decisive that it draws a shocked, breathless laugh out of me, and when I look back at his wild features, I find him grinning down at me.

  Then his expression grows more serious, and he runs his hands up my legs, his calloused palms gliding over my calves, knees, and thighs. “This is what you want, Sable? Us? This?”

  I’m nodding before he’s even finished speaking. There’s no reason to hesitate. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.

  “Yes.”

  As if that was the single word they’ve been waiting for, three other sets of hands fall on me too, and my body temperature shoots up as if I’ve stepped into an inferno. The feral smile reappears on Dare’s face as he settles between my legs, gripping my thighs in his large hands to spread them wider apart. I can feel wetness coating my thighs, and all four men must be able to smell my arousal, because suddenly, their caresses border on desperate.

  Trystan leans over to kiss me again, picking up where we left off in the living room while Ridge and Archer explore my body with their hands and mouths. And Dare…

  I can feel his broad shoulders between my legs, his hold still firm on my thighs. Then I feel the warm tickle of breath on my core, and my entire body tenses with anticipation.

  When his warm, wet tongue licks a line all the way up my center, I cry out into Trystan’s mouth, my back arching so hard it’s like I’m being electrocuted.

  “Oh… Oh, God!”

  I feel the vibrations of the pleased, hungry sound Dare makes, and then he licks me again. Ridge bites down on my nipple at the same time, making sparks explode inside my body.

  Archer catches one of my flailing hands, linking our fingers together to ground me in this storm of sensation even as his own lips trail over the delicate skin of my wrist, awakening nerve-endings I didn’t even know existed.

  My legs are straining in Dare’s grasp, my hips rocking against his face as he licks me, my entire body undulating on the bed as I try to ride out the feelings overpowering me.

  This is my first time. I don’t know what I’m doing. But then again, I don’t have to know. These men are so attentive to my every reaction that all I have to do is lie here and feel. Let them take care of me.

  And they want to. That’s obvious in every touch, every kiss.

  I let that thought dispel any nerves I might have otherwise, allowing my legs to go pliant in Dare’s grip. He gives another satisfied growl low in his throat and spreads my thighs wider, giving himself access to every bit of me.

  Trystan draws away from my mouth, but Archer is right there to take his place. My entire body is tingling, burning, humming with sensation, and I’ve lost track of whose hands are where.

  But when the orgasm finally comes crashing over me, I know exactly where Archer’s hand is, because I squeeze the shit out of it as a ragged sob tears from my lips, my body shuddering from head to toe.

  Dare keeps lapping at me, using the broad, flat part of his tongue, and every lick sends another jolt of pleasure through me. He doesn’t let up until I give a little yelp and reach down to push his head away from my sensitized core. He nips at my hand, then grabs it and kisses my palm.

  His face is wet. I can feel my own arousal on my skin as he kisses me, and it makes a different kind of heat spread through me. I force my drooping eyelids open to gaze up at the men gathered around me, my chest rising and falling hard as I suck in air.

  Ridge’s face is the closest to mine, and his amber eyes gleam like fire as his lips curve into a devastating smile. “How do you feel, little wolf?”

  “Hungry.”

  It’s not a lie. My body is still shivering from the aftershocks of the orgasm, but I don’t feel… complete. I still want something. I still need more.

  He chuckles, a low rumble in his chest. “Don’t worry. We’re not done.”

  Dare makes a noise of agreement before releasing my hand and crawling up the mattress until his body hovers over mine. He kisses me soundly, and there’s a taste I don’t recognize on his lips.

  Me, I realize with a start. I’m tasting myself.

  I groan into his kiss, and he keeps our lips connected as he backs up, pulling me with him until we’re both on our knees. The other men shift around
us, but I lose track of who’s where for a moment as I sink into the depths of Dare’s kiss.

  Then more hands are on me again, and I’m being lifted, turned… and set down right over Ridge’s face.

  He’s lying on his back. My knees meet the mattress on either side of his head as I straddle him, and for the first time since that indescribable wave of need hit me, a bubble of shyness rises up through my arousal.

  I’m… I’m sitting on his face.

  The most intimate part of me, the part no man had ever even seen before tonight, is positioned right above his mouth. Dare just had his mouth on me and I didn’t feel awkward or embarrassed about that, but this feels different somehow.

  Because of the way we’re positioned, I can look down and see Ridge’s face, poised right at my entrance. And without the mattress at my back, I feel more exposed, more adrift.

  Like I’m supposed to be the one in control here.

  And now I’m worried about my inexperience, about not knowing what to do.

  I shift uncomfortably, about to awkwardly clamber off his face, but before I can, he grins up at me.

  He looks so… pleased. So hungry.

  Just like I’m hungry.

  His smile broadens as he loops his arms around my thighs until his fingertips find my core. Then, without an ounce of hesitation, he spreads my folds, baring me even more. And he licks me.

  My mouth drops open, my toes curling as my core clenches. It feels like what Dare did, but different too. The way Ridge is holding me open gives him different access to that little bundle of nerves every bit of pleasure radiates from. And my body is still sensitive, still coming down from the previous high, so I swear I can feel each stroke of his tongue everywhere.

  For a moment, our gazes stay locked. I stare down at him as he works me over with his tongue, and it’s one of the dirtiest, sexiest, most beautiful things I’ve ever seen in my life.

  I try to keep my eyes open. I really do. I want to see every bit of this.