by Casey Morgan
The four of them are eagerly awaiting me at their property. I haven’t even reached the beginning of it, but I can already see them watching and waiting for me. They are wiggling and jumping in wolf form, eager for me to stop driving. I pull up after a few more minutes, blown away by the large cabin that now sits there where the camp used to be.
As I climb out of my car, all four of the boys are there — suddenly in human form —kissing and cuddling me. Axel, as always, is first on deck with kisses and nibbles. Followed by Kace and Zane, then Finn.
“What do you think of our new house? Will it be enough for our lady to stretch out and make us lots of beautiful babies?” asks Zane. I blush and tell him yes.
“You’re going to be making lots of beautiful little ones with us,” Finn affirms, reaching back to squeeze my ass.
“More importantly, we will be supporting you while you write books and get them published,” says Kace, leading me up toward the house.
“With the idea that you will stay here and not have to work another job and write full-time,” adds Axel, as we step in through the front door of the grand cabin, and I get an eyeful of all the wood and tapestries — plus all the wolf sculptures.
That makes me giddy, but for a different reason. It reminds me of the other good news I have to share with them. I squeal, turning around to face all of them. “I already quit my job at the Diamond Club,” I say, bursting at the seams. “I submitted another book, and it was good enough to give me a five-book deal with a publisher!” All of my beautiful boys look stunned. “I just got the news this morning, so after my shift tonight, told Mr. Leblanc he would need to find another person to work my job.”
“That’s great news,” growls Axel, bringing me toward a large, overstuffed couch. “Worth celebrating.”
Before I can wrap my head around being on the leather couch, having my skirt and panties pulled down, he’s inside me. He’s gently pulling my hips apart and holding them while he fills my wet, shaking pussy.
“That’s my little author,” says Zane, taking Axel’s place in my pussy. Axel kneels by me, fisting his cock. “See? I knew you would get yourself published.” With that, he rides me softly but fast. He fills all of my pussy with his gentleness, teasing my clit with his fingers. “And a five-book deal too.” Under these words, he thrusts his cock deep inside me, gasping. He’s come, just as I clench around him from his finger making dizzying circles around my clit.
Axel is back in me, before I realize it, with a question. “Mary us, Olivia. I can see it now. Your next book: Life in Werewolf Country, by Olivia Whiteclaw.” He comes in me with that, being replaced by Finn. He’s already been massaging his hard cock. But he takes his thick, juicy cock and sticks it in my ass after wetting it with all my juices, of course. His size is wonderful, stretching me out, and he quickly goes to work pumping my tight little hole.
I yip and moan, feeling myself being moved and rotated. Now, somehow, even with my ass being filled, my pussy is readily available. Zane quickly fills it. They take turns, slipping in and out of me, drilling me fast and hard in both holes.
I cum quickly, feeling stuffed. The rhythm of two cocks in me, that’s heaven. A strange, beautiful heaven. And I want more. I grab for Kace and Axel and start pumping their cocks in my hands.
“What do you say, Olivia?” Axel’s hard cock is right in front of my lips to one side, begging to be cleaned. Kace is on my other side. “Will you?”
“Yes,” I say, taking his thick, long cock in my mouth, and beginning to suck it clean. “I will marry all of you.”
Olivia Whiteclaw. It does have a nice ring to it.
Extended Epilogue
Olivia
My life has changed for the better again, and in just a few months. It’s now my wedding day and it is going perfectly. It is also the day that my husbands-to-be are going to be initiated fully into the Love’s Hollow werewolf pack.
We decided to have the wedding outside on our land. The cabin the brothers built is big, but not big enough to host all the guests we invited — especially since the full pack is here. But it works out fine, because the weather is beautiful, and the trees are in bloom. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day.
I’ve got Tina, Leslie and Krystal acting as my bridesmaids and helping me get ready. They are all dressed in pink flowing gowns and flower crowns. We are putting the final touches on my rose-colored wedding gown in the master bedroom of the cabin.
As Tina finishes putting on my veil, and fixing the crown of roses on me, she stiffens and stops, as though she’s seen something wonderful and shocking. “I’ve just had a vision,” she tells me. Her voice quivering with excitement.
I’m a little nervous. “Of what?” Last time, she had a vision of pandemonium breaking loose. Sure, it worked out in the end, but still…
She smiles knowingly and says, “You’re going to have babies to go along with these wedding bells.” She then goes around to zip up the back of my dress. “Twins,” she adds, just when I was about to ask how many.
“Oh, my goodness, that’s so beautiful,” I say, starting to cry under my veil already. “That’s so wonderful! I’ve wanted to become a mother for so long.”
Leslie and Krystal are happy for me, but we don’t have time to celebrate. The girls and I are called out of our cabin, and toward the clearing in the forest that’s been made for the wedding ceremony.
“I can’t wait to tell the boys,” I say, walking out with my bridesmaids and toward the assembly. My husbands are already there in four tuxedos wearing four handsome smiles. So are Gray and Ryder, as well as Leslie’s husbands. They’ve got bowls of paint similar to what I used before. “But I’ll tell them that news after I say I do.”
The wedding ceremony is sweet. Each of my guys wrote their own vows and by the time we get to the end I am crying. I don’t care that my makeup is ruined, the wave of emotion that I’m feeling is just too much to hold back. And now that I know I’m pregnant, each promise and loving word adds to my wealth of feelings.
I receive four separate glistening diamonds on one wedding ring. It’s huge, but worth every struggle I went through to get here. It’s a symbol of their promise, their commitment to me. And I gave them each a ring as well. A golden heart on a silver band with a yellow diamond. Somehow, the stones match their amber eyes.
As I kiss each brother to seal our commitment, the guests clap. Then I step to the side so that the next part of the ceremony can begin — the initiation. This part is pretty interesting for me to watch. Werewolf ceremonies are deeply private, so the only way I get to witness this one is because of my marital status. I’m privileged and the writer in me is glowing with excitement.
Axel, Kace, Finn, and Zane step into a line facing Ryder and Gray Strongpaw. They take off their tux coats and unbutton their shirts to uncover their chests and abs. It’s ceremonial to show that they are committing to Ryder and Gray’s alpha status.
Ryder and Gray take the paint that they have in bowls in their hands and draw a wolf paw on each of my guys, right over their heart. They step back and look into each of the Whiteclaw brother’s eyes.
“Pack membership is a serious business,” Ryder starts. “By taking this oath, you become our brothers. Our family. We will be there for you, your wife and your future children. No matter what. And we expect the same. We are a community, a tribe and the connection between us is sacred.”
“Do you accept this privilege and this responsibility?” Gray asks.
Each of my boys answers a serious yes.
“I now pronounce you full-fledged members of our pack,” intones Gray. Then he smiles at me. “May your marriage be blissful and filled with joy.”
They all kiss me, and I can’t wait to get off the little stage, the little gazebo filled with flowers and lace. As I do, everyone gives their congratulations. Leslie howls happily, clapping like a soccer mom. I throw my bouquet and am happy to see when Krystal catches it.
I keep walking with my husband
s, feeling myself and them hustling. There are eager for the same thing I am: more sex, as quickly as possible. We would’ve had some this morning but had to refrain due to traditions on the day of the wedding.
Now though, as the guests are occupied with drinking and dancing, we are under no such constraints, so I hurry off with my husbands into the woods. Deep inside, on the far edge of our territory, knowing that my guests will be entertained with drink and stories until we’re done.
The moment I can, I drop down on my knees in the dirt, push up a bit of my wedding dress, and give them all choices of where to taste me first: my ass or my pussy.
“I’ve got good news for you, my dearests,” I say, as I feel Axel press his hard cock around my lower lips and then slide like silk into my pussy. He starts thrusting right away, asking me what my good news is.
Finn turns me to my side and takes my ass, sliding in to stretch me alongside his brother. I almost lose my breath and my train of thought. Having two dicks inside me feels so good.
“Spit it out, wifey,” Finn growls hotly, swallowing hungrily as he pushes further inside me.
“Yeah,” murmurs Zane, kneeling down in front of me, and pushing his thick, hard cock toward my lips, encouraging me to suck it. “Before you have your mouth to full with me.”
Here, I tremble. Axel pulls out a bit and they reposition me so that I am laying on Finn with his thick, meaty dick up my ass and my legs spread wide open. Axel and his twin work together to kneel in front of my opened pussy and slip their huge cocks into me at the same time. Having two cocks in my pussy and one in my ass feels so good. I’m stretched to my limits and the sensations running through my body make me lightheaded.
I lean my head back and stare at Zane’s hard cock right before my lips. I lick him once teasingly.
“I’m pregnant,” I pant, thirsting for Zane’s cock in my mouth.
All the boys hear me at the same time, breathing in that word like a blessing.
“Pregnant,” says Finn, grunting. He’s wiggling in my ass hard and fast now, while Kace and Axel pound my pussy.
“With how many?” Kace asks.
Tremors go through me, and again I have to fight to keep my wits about me. Especially since my ass and pussy are getting waves of stimulation and growing tension, the more my boys fuck me.
“Twins,” I gasp, overjoyed and then slip Zane’s rod into my mouth. With the angle I am at it glides down my throat easily till his balls hit my nose. He starts fucking my face hard.
“Well, isn’t that the greatest wedding present?” Zane says this as he pumps his cock in between my lips. “Twins.” I bliss out, feeling his length slide down my throat repeatedly. “Your first of many presents, Mrs. Whitefang.”
With my news told, I relax and concentrate on the ripples of pleasure that are rolling though my body. There are cocks everywhere and the sensations just keep building as my husbands have their way with me. I feel surrounded, held and safe in their arms.
My stomach tightens. Jolts of electricity run through me. I know I am reaching my bliss and I relax into it. My orgasm hits with a wave of pleasure. I tighten my throat on Zane and my pussy and ass on the others. My body quivers urging them all to come too and they do with wolf-like howls of pleasure.
Their seed spills into me, filling me up with their essence and love. I take it and drink Zane’s with pleasure. Now we are truly joined and truly married. My life is perfect in a way I never thought it could be.
The blessings just keep coming and it is magical. I’m so glad I moved to Love’s Hollow.
THE END
Alpha’s Harvest Virgin
A Thanksgiving Wolf Shifter Paranormal Romance
Copyright © 2019 Casey Morgan; All Rights Reserved.
A standalone full-length novel in the
Alpha’s Virgin series (Book 5)
Chapter One
Anya
I’m having one of my rare alone moments. They are so rare that it’s almost surreal when I’m by myself. No one is in the house but me. The only body moving around and making noise is this one. That kind of calm doesn’t come to me often, and the relief it gives me is unmatched.
I was helping Mom and Dad get ready for the annual harvest party at our church. It’s something they make me do every year. The harvest party is something only our church does. No one else in town really celebrates it. They all do Thanksgiving instead, but my parents find that holiday much too secular. One year, I asked them if we could try out some of the more popular holidays, but they got extremely mad, and I never brought it up again.
Really, in their opinion, all the holidays have been perverted by modern ideas. Our church has revamped all the holidays, so they are more pious.
We have been planning this thing for weeks, and we were almost at the finish line. Mom thought she had gotten enough food to make the dishes she had been assigned for the big dinner, but she had greatly underestimated, and, now, she and my dad had to go back out to the grocery store. It wasn’t something either one of them were particularly happy about because it meant another trip into the normal community.
The main problem for them is that they don’t like taking me out too much. Usually, they do this kind of thing when they know I’m going to be at the church being supervised by someone else or engaged in something where someone they trust can keep an eye on me, but it just couldn’t be helped today.
The harvest party is fast approaching, and everything needs to be prepped. My parents always say the only thing we really have is our reputation, and the harvest festival is one of the few times a year they get the opportunity to really show off. Our religion preaches humility and modesty of the highest kind. So, they can’t be too obvious when it comes to wanting to impress others.
This is really one of their biggest chances.
So, I got left home alone. Which is honestly the reprieve I need. It’s so nice to not have to think about what to say or do every second just to please my parents. Having to be on like that all the time keeps me on edge. I barely get a moment's rest. So, it’s nice to be able to relax. Even if it is only for a short amount of time.
They did leave me in charge of making the bread, though. So, it’s not like I can do whatever I want. If I don’t make this bread properly, there will definitely be hell to pay.
My parents don’t let me mess up a single thing without extreme consequences. I’d rather not face those consequences ever, but since that’s not possible, I just avoid them as much as possible.
I’ve already made the dough, so the next step is kneading it. The process we use to make bread isn’t particularly hard, it just takes a whole lot of time.
My hands press into the white mass, massaging it and getting it to the consistency I need it to be. I have to do this for some time. It’s easy to tell if the dough wasn’t kneaded enough, the bread comes out feeling weird. The first few times I made bread, I didn’t do it correctly and was punished swiftly.
So, I don’t make those mistakes anymore.
Maybe if my parents weren’t so mean to me, I wouldn’t mind doing little things like cleaning up the house or making bread like I’m an eighteenth-century peasant. But, no matter what I do, I’m never good enough for them. They use and abuse me, getting me to do whatever it is they need doing. They treat me like I’m lower than dirt, expecting me to bend to their will. Sometimes, I even believe them when they say all those mean things to me.
But they are my parents, and I’m supposed to respect and obey them. That’s what I’ve been taught since I was a little kid by all of the adults around me. So, I do whatever they say whenever they say it.
There’s nothing I can really do about any of this, I guess. I’ll just have to live my life until things change. Maybe they’ll never change. Who knows?
I’m finally done with the dough. It actually looks pretty good, maybe even some of the best I’ve made. I wipe the sweat that’s accumulated on my brow with the back of my hand. It’s always a bit of a workout kneading
.
Now, I need to let it rise, so I place it in a greased bowl with a damp cloth on top of it. I leave it by the windowsill, so the sun can warm it up, and the dough can rise. That'll take about an hour or so, so I’ve got some time to kill. I’ve taken care of almost all of my chores, so I can’t get into too much trouble if I just sit down for a few minutes.
I wash my hands, getting all the flour, yeast, and dough off. I’m sure my parents won’t be back for some time. I mean, I don’t know for sure. Honestly, they could walk through the door at any moment and surprise me. Maybe the whole needing to go to the store thing was a lie, and they just want to catch me doing something ‘unholy’ or whatever.
It really shouldn’t be that big of a deal. My thoughts run rampant with all the ways my parents might be trying to mess with me. I really need to learn to relax a little. Or else I’ll just up and die from all this anxiety and stress.
I rush towards my room, wanting that extra solitude. My room is really my only safe space in the house. My parents don’t really come in here once I’m in for the night. I can’t lock the door, though. So, it’s not entirely my own area. My parents don’t let me lock my door because they believe it’s a gateway to sin. I tried to talk to them about it once, but it didn’t end well.
For me, it just means I never get any real privacy. The only time I can expect no one to barge in is when they are both sleeping. But I learned early on that complaining doesn’t help, so I deal with it. Getting my private moments when and where I can.
As I walk to my room, I wonder if my life is ever going to change. I feel stuck in this rut, unable to get what I want. There are so many things I’ve missed out on because of my strict upbringing. Maybe it’s an exercise in futility, all of this wanting and never actually getting anything that I’ve been wishing for.