Unsurprisingly, as the night waned on, she found herself wide awake. Long after her father and sisters had gone to bed, she was curled up in the big chair with a book. She finished it shortly before the old grandfather clock chimed eleven.
Suddenly, the clouds broke, letting the full moon shine down into the window. It lit up the whole room.
Come meet us tomorrow night.
Kimberly shivered, drawing her knees up to her chest and hugging them tightly. She knew it was just a dream. It had to be. But she could remember the feeling of Aaron’s fingers creeping down her stomach just as if it had really happened.
The night was so warm and inviting. She got up and pushed open the front door, stepping out onto the porch lightly so the boards wouldn’t creak. Hours ago, she’d changed into her nightgown in anticipation of actually going to bed at some point, but at this point it was obvious that wasn’t going to happen.
Maybe just a short walk. Something to clear her head.
She told herself that she wasn’t heading towards the woods on purpose, but before long, she’d passed through the line of trees and was making her way through a well-worn path. She’d walked it many times as a girl, but now that she was older she seldom found the time for exploring. The moon was cutting through the leaves just enough to light her way safely, and despite the mysterious noises and shadows, she wasn’t afraid.
You’ll know the place…when the time comes.
She was not, of course, going to meet them. That would be ridiculous.
Absolutely ridiculous.
Yet she was walking with such purpose, like she knew exactly where she was going, and why. Her conscious mind kept insisting she was just out on an aimless walk through the woods, but some other part of her brain had another idea entirely. She felt like a puppet on a string…but the only thing pulling her forward was her own desire.
She couldn’t even fully admit it to herself until she reached the clearing - the clearing, the one from her dream. She was sure of it. And this time, she knew that she was awake.
You only dreamed about it because you’ve been here before. You remembered it from a long time ago. That’s why it’s the same one.
Her rational mind was fighting a good fight, but it was losing.
A light, warm breeze picked up, and she closed her eyes, just as the moon was breaking out from the clouds over the glade. She swore she could feel the light on her skin. She took in a long, deep breath…and waited…
And waited.
And waited.
Finally, she opened her eyes again.
The sick feeling of disappointment in the pit of her stomach was completely ridiculous. She knew it was ridiculous. But that didn’t make it any less painful. She cast her eyes down on the ground, seeing the depressions in the grass that indicated the deer slept here sometimes.
Why had she come here? Did she really think that any of her sick little fantasies could be real? Had she really allowed herself to believe, even with just part of her mind, even for a minute, that she could be anyone’s chosen mate? Let alone some kind of supernatural creature that could have its pick of women?
Tears started to gather in Kimberly’s eyes. She was angry. Angry at her father, at her mother for leaving - at her sisters, for seeming to understand men so effortlessly - and most of all, at herself. For allowing herself to be stuck in this ridiculous rut. For still acting like a child. For allowing herself these flights of fancy, knowing they’d only end in disappointment.
She sat down heavily on the forest floor, letting the tears spill out, running down her cheeks and landing all over her nightgown, all over the grass. She sobbed as much as she wanted to, for every time she’d wanted to cry but hadn’t been able to, because she had to be strong for her father, for her younger sisters. She cried and cried until she had nothing left.
Then, as she sniffled, a familiar smell hit her nose.
No, no. It couldn’t be.
But it was.
In one moment she was aware of Aaron standing at the edge of the clearing. In another, he was kneeling in front of her, just inches away. He reached out and touched her cheek, wiping away a tear.
“Why are you crying, vixen?” he asked, so softly that she almost wanted to cry all over again.
“I thought you weren’t coming,” she said, realizing to her utter humiliation that it was true.
“Of course we came,” said Christian, from behind her. He came around and knelt down next to his brother. “We wouldn’t miss this.”
“Not for the world,” Aaron agreed. He extended his hand, and she grasped it, letting him pull her to her feet. He looked down on her so fondly that she could almost have believed all those dreams were real.
“After tonight, you’ll belong to us,” said Christian. “Forever and always.”
Goosebumps were rising all over her skin, but somehow the thought didn’t bother her as much as it ought to have. After all the time and energy she’d spent taking are of other people, it would be awfully nice to belong to someone else.
Well, two someones.
“We’ll always take care of you,” Aaron added, smiling at her. “We’ll protect you, at any cost.”
“You’ll be our mate for the rest of our lives,” said Christian. “Starting tonight.”
“Well,” said Aaron. “Really, you always have been. But you didn’t know until now.”
Another breeze picked up, rustling the hem of Kimberly’s nightgown and tickling her already-sensitive skin. She felt a strange comfort. Just…giving in…felt so, so good.
“You’re so beautiful,” whispered Christian, his fingers resting on her shoulders.
“So beautiful,” Aaron echoed, leaning down to kiss her. She parted her lips instantly, and when his tongue slid into her mouth, she felt something like an electric shock arc through her body. A tingling settled between her legs.
When he broke off, panting, she looked up and saw the moon shining down brighter than ever. The change would be coming soon.
“I’ve never done this,” she said, which instantly struck her as an absurd thing to say. What was “this,” exactly? A threesome? With werewolves? She meant sex in general, and in an instant she could see that they understood.
“I know,” said Aaron.
Christian drew close to her, until she could feel his breaths on the back of her neck. “You were waiting for us,” he said.
Her sudden desire almost frightened her with its intensity. She wanted them both, now, forever, constantly, in every possible way and in several impossible ones. With a fluid movement, Aaron spun her around so that she was facing Christian, and started undoing the ribbons on the back of her nightgown. She wanted to tell him that it just pulled off over her head, but she couldn’t find her voice. And then, Christian kissed her.
He was more forceful than Aaron, kissing her so thoroughly and holding onto her so tightly that she forgot how to breathe for a moment. When he finally let her go, Aaron was pulling her nightgown down her body, sliding down just past her shoulders, her arms, and he was kneeling down and kissing his way along her spine as it went. When it finally pooled on the ground, he pressed one hot kiss on the back of her knee, and then stood up again.
Christian was looking up at the sky. “Soon,” he said.
Kimberly shivered, even though the air was very warm.
Both men were undressing, stepping out of their jeans and tossing them aside. Their stiff cocks bobbed against their stomachs. Kimberly’s entire body was throbbing in time with her heartbeat.
Another breeze picked up, bringing a covering of clouds that briefly obscured the moon. When it shone down again, the change had started.
If she hadn’t seen it a hundred times in her dreams, she would have been terrified. But she was now used to watching the change, the way their features became so different, yet were still so recognizable to her.
As they transformed, growing taller, their shoulders much broader, she realized that in her dreams they’d never sp
oken in this form. She didn’t know if they could talk, or even understand her. They’d only ever communicated in grunts and growls.
“How are you going to decide which one you gets to…breed me?” she asked, as they stood there panting in their new forms.
Christian jerked his head in Aaron’s direction, who smiled with his eyes.
“Won the coin toss,” he said, his voice a little gruffer, but still the same voice that she knew.
She let herself laugh.
“Next month, my brother has his turn,” Aaron said, looming over her down at his impressive werewolf height. “And after that, me again. And so on, and so on, until you’re pregnant with our litter.”
“It doesn’t matter which one of us does the deed,” Christian clarified, his furry hand stroking up and down his thick, red cock. “Either way, our bloodline lives on.”
“But it’ll be me,” Aaron growled, playfully. His brother nipped at him halfheartedly, but they weren’t really angry with each other. Clearly, they’d come to an understanding already.
“Just relax, vixen,” said Christian, crouching down in front of her so that his face was level with her aching cunt. “Do you want me to pleasure you?”
“Yes,” she managed to whisper, and a moment later, his tongue was lapping at her like she was the best thing he’d ever tasted. She moaned, leaning forward with her hands on his huge furry shoulders.
“Come on,” said Aaron, sounding irritated. “Let me have a taste.”
Christian gave her one more long lick before pulling away. “I’m better at it,” he grumbled, but he let his brother horn in.
“Bullshit,” said Aaron. “We’ll let her be the judge of that.”
“Ohhh…” Kimberly was trying to formulate an answer, but the pleasure was already climbing to unthinkable heights inside of her, and she had no coherent thought or speech left. “You’re both…ohhh…perfect,” she managed to say at last. It wasn’t a lie. Both of them were using just the right amount of firmness and pressure, a slow, consistent rhythm that was exactly what she needed. Her climax was just seconds away.
“Look at her,” said Christian in mock disgust. “She’s in such a state she can’t even tell the difference.”
At exactly the right moment, Aaron quickened his pace, and her inner muscles clenched under his tongue. A huge gush of wetness spurted out of her. She let out a long, shaky moan as the pleasure took over, leaving her lightheaded and tingling all over.
“There,” said Aaron, standing up to his full height again. “Now she’s ready.”
“Please,” Kimberly heard herself beg.
“What’s that, little vixen?” Christian sounded very amused.
“Please,” she said again. She had no idea she could want something so badly, especially just after she’d come. “Please, please fuck me.”
“Of course, dear heart.” Aaron made a gesture with his huge, furry, muscular arm. “Get on your hands and knees, please.”
Well, naturally, they would mate like that. She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting.
Kimberly got down as he’d asked, positioning herself on the soft ground with her knees spread far apart. She knew that her pussy and ass were on full display to the two werewolves, but she didn’t feel ashamed in the slightest.
“Look at her,” said Christian. “She’s glistening.”
“That’s my handiwork,” said Aaron, as he lowered himself over her, his huge hairy bulk enveloping her all over. She felt the huge, blunt tip of his cock nudging at her cunt, already wide open and needy from his ministrations. “You ready, little vixen?”
She nodded furiously.
In a moment, Aaron was inside her, his huge shaft stretching her wide open. She let out a little scream as it ripped through her inner barrier, but the pain quickly dissipated. Aaron’s breathing was heavy and uneven. She could tell, even without being able to see him, how much she’d managed to bewitch the wolf.
And she hadn’t even been trying.
“I might not be able to breed you this time,” said Christian, crawling around to face her. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t pleasure me the way we pleasured you.”
Kimberly opened her mouth obediently, and in a moment Christian was kneeling in front of her face, sliding his cock between her lips. She suckled the tip; it was all she could fit in her mouth. But Christian didn’t seem to mind, groaning and flexing his haunches. She licked and licked, tasting his salty essence as it leaked out of the twitching hole on his cockhead. She had such a perfect view of him like this. His balls were fully and heavy, hanging just below the thick red shaft, with its growing bulb at the base. She reached out and grasped it firmly, feeling it grow larger under her hands as she stroked it. Inside her, the base of Aaron’s dick was also growing, preparing for the breeding. Getting ready to fill her up. The idea sent a shudder of pleasure and anticipation through her.
She kept on stroking Christian’s leaking cock with both hands, sucking on the tip and letting it muffle the sounds that wanted to escape her throat with every one of Aaron’s thrusts. He was growing faster, more brutal, jostling her whole body. Even if she’d wanted to let go of Christian and hold onto the grass beneath her, she couldn’t have kept herself still. Her petite frame was no match for Aaron’s muscular bulk.
Christian growled something that sounded like it was meant to be a warning, but she ignored it. She stroked him faster, letting her tongue bathe the head of his cock until she felt it swell a little. The knot at the base of his shaft also grew under her hands, and much faster, just before his cock surged, and he threw his head back, howling. Her mouth was quickly filled with spurt after spurt of hot, salty come. Some excess dribbled out, but she swallowed as much a she was able.
Behind her, Aaron was quickening his pace. She was still swallowing the last of his brother’s jizz by the time he stilled inside of her, his knot growing and growing impossibly large and thick. She cried out, sure that she wouldn’t be able to withstand it, even if her dream-self could. His cock was jerking inside of her, filling her up - she was thoroughly defiled now at both ends, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“No,” she heard herself whimpering, but she knew there was no turning back now. Aaron was only growing thicker inside her.
“Shh,” Aaron was saying, trying to soothe her. “It’s all right. You’re going to be okay.”
She wanted to believe him.
She realized slowly that her body was adjusting, and the throbbing of her inner muscles was no longer just pain. Just like in her dream, the sensation of his swelling knot inside of her was turning into exquisite, unnamable pleasure.
“Oh God,” she whispered, pitching forward and clutching at the grass. Her whole body was shaking. She felt sure that she was about to fly apart at the seams, in the best possible way.
As Aaron’s knot reached its apex inside of her, she felt herself begin to clench and and release, rhythmically, pleasure spiraling up her body until every nerve in her body felt like it was in rapture. She groaned incoherently, spasming, until she was numb.
They all collapsed in a tangle of limbs, covered in a sheen of sweat. It took a few moments for her to realize that at some point, both men had turned back into their human forms. She managed to roll over and catch a glimpse of Aaron, who was smiling, sleepy and sated.
“Okay there, little vixen?” he whispered.
She just nodded, not yet having found her voice.
Kimberly couldn’t wait for the next full moon.
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His Every Wish (A Billionaire's Taste, Book 1)
By Sierra Black
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“Liam, help me with my tie! We're going to be late, and it's my first day.” Since my degree in fashion design hadn't led me to the career of my dreams in any of the classic designer houses, my roommate Liam got me a job waiting tables at one of the hottest new restaurants in town.
“Honey, look at us,” he said. “We look like twins!”
“Yeah, twins in a before and after shot,” I answered. His slim-hipped body was made for the black pants and snow-white shirt we wore as a uniform. My size 18 plump thighs looked even bigger in the cotton twill. I sighed.
“Girl, stop that right now. Your hair is cute, your face is gorgeous, and lots of men like some booty on their women. If you weren't so busy online cruising fashion sites, you might actually get out and meet some of them. Now let's go and get you started in this oh-so-temporary job.”
Ino had been the restaurant of choice for a couple of months now, and its closeness to the studios meant the customers were a mixture of stars, old money, and daring fans out for a memorable night. I was lucky to get this job, and knew it, so I got down to business and tried to show the manager, Eden, that I was an experienced professional. I may not have waited tables for a while, but I knew how to serve with the best of them.
The night went smoothly, for the first day on the job. Tips were good, I managed not to fangirl over the minor celebrities I waited on, and by ten that night the head chef was no longer scowling at me every time I picked up a dish. I made an impression, but not in the direction I thought.
“Kim, I need to speak with you,” Eden said. “You're requested to serve a gentleman in one of the private dining rooms. He insists that you be his server, so take care of him and be professional.” Ino had half a dozen private dining rooms circling the main floor, each large enough to hold a private booth behind folding bamboo doors.
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