As her climax eases, her eyes open a sexy slit. Releasing her right hand from the headboard, she slides her palm along the bed.
“You wanna touch me?” I shift, putting my long shaft into her soft little hand.
Aw, yeah. The combination of her delicate innocent touch, the sinful visual of my dick sliding through her fist and the sound Nash makes slurping her cunt, it’s fucking mind-blowing. I wrap my hand around hers, slowing her speed lest I explode too soon.
She looks at my dick, rubs her thumb across precum oozing from the slit. Fuck, that’s good. I hiss and flex my hips. Other women have had their hands on me, but she feels different — a blend of primal passion and — love. Something burns in my chest with the admission that I’ve fallen for Shavone. For the first time in my 29 years, I am in love with a woman. My wolf is a page ahead. He wants her. Forever.
“You won’t hurt me. Wrap tight, kitten.” She squeezes a little tighter. I groan. “That feels so good.”
Nash licks her clean and moves his mouth up her body — nipping at her belly and ringing her belly ring with his tongue. “I can’t wait any longer.” Nose and mouth shiny from Shav’s pussy, he rears up, sheaths his cock with a condom and positions himself between her legs. “Look at me, Shavone.”
Eyelids flutter up for a moment, but close again. I still her hand on me.
“Open, baby.”
Beautiful gray eyes stare up at him with lust and wonder — and love. She loves him, probably has for years. Not surprising, Nash’s wolf simmers just at the surface, brown pupils ringed with a tinged of red. Love and devotion, but something else, something far deeper than simple love sparkles in the big wolf’s eyes. He idolizes her, yearns to mark her.
“I’m going to take you now,” he murmurs softly. “I’ll be gentle.”
He waits for her okay. With a subtle nod, she gives it. His dick breaches her opening and pushes in a few inches. Dilated eyes roll back into his head. Yeah. I bet it feels like heaven — he’s wanted her for so long. He advances another inch or so.
Shavone scrunches her brow. That’s not pleasure. He’s hurting her.
“Stop, Nash,” I whisper, watching their joining. “Let our kitten’s channel adjust to you.”
“Fuck.” Nash throws his head back. I scent the lust on him. Sweat beads on his brow with the effort to control his beast. He sits back on his heels. One hand on her thigh, he reaches with the other to lovingly thumb her clit.
I stimulate her tits, licking and lightly sucking on one taut little bud while softly caressing the other with my hand.
“Go, but slow, cuz.”
Switching to two fingers, Nash massages between her legs while his dick glides in — inch by inch until he’s balls deep inside her. Nash moans, his face twisted with pleasure and restraint.
“Still and wait,” I tell him. “How are you feeling, little Shav?” By the look on her face, not good. Fuck. I begged him to let me go first. I’m not as thick as he is. But, he threatened to pull the plug on the whole thing.
“It’s stings,” she hisses.
“Oh, baby,” Nash begins to pull out.
“No. Stay. Just let me get used to you,” she says.
“For just a minute. If it still hurts, I’ll pull out and we’ll start with toys.”
She nods and puts her hand over his fingers. “Make me come, again.”
He chuckles. “Greedy little thing.”
She giggles. “I just think it’ll help my muscles relax.”
“Uh, huh, sure, kitten.” I suck hard on a nipple, wrap my tongue around the hard peak of it. Moaning, she arches into my mouth.
“Faster, Nash.” She shows him how she wants him to touch her clit. It’s so damn erotic. I watch, too, I want to know what she likes. Their hands rev up — slow, fast, back and forth, slow, fast, circle, circle.
“Yes, like that,” she pants.
I lightly run my teeth over a nipple. “Ooooh, Ben.” She cups the tit and holds it for me. “Suck hard.”
Fuck. That’s hot. I do as the lady wants, pinching the other while I’m at it.
“Mmmmm,” Nash says with a thick voice. “I feel those sweet cunt muscles fluttering. Come for me, baby. I want to feel your pleasure drench my rock hard cock.”
On his order, a low beastly cry escapes her lips. I smile. Maybe she’s part sub after all. Leaving her breast, I kiss her deep and long, taking her coming gasps and cries into my soul.
“Such a tight cunt hug.” Nash clenches his teeth, controlling his own desire as hers rolls on.
After a moment, Nash slowly retreats and pushes in again.
“Shavone?” I whisper. Hurting her isn’t an option — Nash and I agreed.
She moans and flexes her hips. “It doesn’t hurt anymore,” she pants.
“Thank fuck.” And Nash moves, hesitantly at first, riding her spasms and not going very deep.
“More,” she murmurs.
“You can have it all, Shav. It’s yours, only yours,” Nash growls and slides in to the hilt. “I’ve died and gone to pure fucking heaven.”
Shavone grips my dick, pumping, again. I take her hand away and kiss it. “No, Miss Shavone. I want to come inside you.”
Nash shifts to lean over Shav and picks up speed. Nostrils flared, he watches her face. “Come on, baby, one more time for me.”
“I don’t think I can.”
“Oh, yes you can.” Nash plants himself inside and rolls his hips.
“Oh,” she groans.
“You like that?” He does it again and again. “Yeah, I can tell you do.” Nash hisses between his teeth. I can only imagine how good her hot slick pussy feels.
“My wolf is going to fuck you now. He’ll make you come like a freight train.” He lets his beast out — a beast that’s tightly leashed. Fangs drop with a snarling feral cry. I scent his desire to bite, but he doesn’t — taking out his animal lust fast and hard on her pussy.
Just like that, she screams arching her pleasure. His wolf takes advantage, accelerating his speed and plunging deep, balls slapping her ass. Nash keeps his head back, fangs far away from her tempting throat.
“Shavone,” he calls and pumps deep a few times. His arms and legs tense. “My Shav,” he strangles out. “Mine. Mine,” his wolf roars, his big body shuddering in carnal bliss.
His seed spilled, his fangs retract and he collapses onto his elbows, burying his face in the hair at her neck, sucking in air by the gallon.
Waiting for them both to come back to earth, my wolf can sense that it wasn’t enough for my cousin. The longing maybe eased, but until the mating is complete, until he bites and tastes her blood, ingests it into his being, he’ll never be satisfied.
Yet, he raises his head, looks into her eyes. Love is understatement. He adores her, cherishes her with a worship I’ve never seen from a wolf — even a mated one. Tenderly, he kisses her forehead, both cheeks and her swollen lips. Carefully, he pulls out and lifts himself off.
“How are you feeling, kitten?” I ask her.
“Wonderful.” She purrs.
I kiss her neck and shoulders, stroke her hair and face, enjoying her afterglow as if it were mine. “I can wait for another night if you’re hurting.” Given enough ice water, that is.
“I’m not hurting.” She opens her eyes and smiles sweetly at me. “And you’ve been such a good boy. Good boys who wait their turn should be rewarded.”
Nash, coming back from the bathroom, laughs.
I grin. “She learns fast.” I caress her breasts, and lower, tickling the sensitive skin along her ribs and sides, down across her abdomen, sliding my fingers into the folds of her pussy. “Are you sure?” I lightly brush her clit and hope for a yes.
“Oh.” She pushes into my touch. “I’m sure.”
Thank god.
“I want you from behind. I want to admire your beautiful ass as I bury myself in your silky pussy. How do you feel about that?”
She nods.
“And Nash is going watc
h.”
He hums. “And loving on your tits. I haven’t had enough of those tonight.”
I grin. “Like you’ll ever get enough of them?”
Gently, I lift my kitten and position her on hands and knees at the foot of the bed. “Mmmmm. Look at that.” I cup her lovely heart-shaped ass and kiss a cheek. Nash lightly nips the other.
Fuck. Her scent calls my wolf at a pitch that’s completely new to me. I run a finger into her slit, tease her clit before I dive a fingertip into her drenched cunt. Eyeteeth burning, my wolf pushes through for a split second. I quickly force him back.
“Ready again so quickly?” I say, “We may have an insatiable kitten on our hands, Nash.”
“As her wolves, it’ll be our solemn duty to keep her satisfied,” Nash murmurs.
“Solemn?” I hear the smirk in her voice.
“I solemnly vow to make my kitten purr as often as possible.” Holding on to her hips, I slide my dick through the moisture on the outside of her cunt — coating myself with her essence. My eyes roll back into my head. Never have I wanted — needed, a pussy this bad.
“Sir Benjamin,” she rasps out. “Condom.”
I lightly slap her gorgeous ass. “Yes, ma’am.”
Nash crawls on the bed. “I think I’ll feast on Shav’s tatas.” Feet on the wall above the headboard, he lies on his back and scoots until his head is directly under her dangling tits. “Mmmm.” He kneads them. “Beautiful. Your skin is so soft, baby.” He instantly goes to town on his obsession.
Shavone likes it. She moans and presses her chest into his face.
I want to taste her fully before I fuck her. My nose rubs her vulva, my tongue on her clit. She is the most delicious flavor on this earth. I pull the engorged pearl into my mouth. Mewling, she pushes her ass at me.
“Sweet innocent Shavone makes some sexy sounds when there’s a mouth on her pussy,” Nash murmurs.
“I’m going to lap the innocent right out of her.” I latch on to her clit and shove a finger deep into the tight sheath.
Right away, her tender, yet incredibly strong, muscles contract around it. Carefully, I work in another finger and shift slightly. She responds with a groan and a grind.
“Yeah? Right there? This the spot?” I lick and suck, and pump my fingers faster. “Come for me, Miss Shavone. Squirt that nectar from your precious cunt like you did for Nash. Jesus. I want it all over my face, too.”
Her vagina and ass tighten. Kitten likes dirty talk.
“You better do as he says, Shav,” Nash mumbles with his mouth full of nipple. “Otherwise you’ll never get any sleep. He’ll feast on your pretty pussy all night long.”
I may even if she does.
I curl my fingers inside and rotate. Ah, there it is — that magic little ridged spot at the front of her cunt.
“Ben,” she cries out.
Yeah. I gotcha now, sweetheart.
“Oh. God. Don’t. Stop.”
No danger of that.
“Ben,” she pants out my name.
Her plushness swells. She’s so close. I bare my teeth, gliding them carefully along either side of her swollen little clit, then lick it.
“Ahhhhhh,” she screams.
“Come on, baby. Give it to him,” Nash growls.
I cover her vulva with my mouth in anticipation and love on her clitoris with my fingers. The first luscious gush onto my tongue almost kills me — the exquisite taste satisfying a hunger I didn’t even know I had. The beast chokes back a savage howl.
Another helping of her honeyed ecstasy hits my mouth. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I greedily slurp down every last drop, my wolf snarling at the mouthwatering ambrosia. With a feral growl, fangs erupt and in a nanosecond the beast is out of my control. Rearing up, he literally rams inside her blistering heat in one mighty carnal thrust.
She flinches, cries out, and not in a good way. Her entire body braces against me.
“Easy, Ben!” Nash growls.
Fucking wolf! He yelps in guilt. Tail between his legs, he crawls back to his corner, taking his fangs with him.
“I’m sorry.” I caress Shavone’s beautiful ass and back. “Oh, kitten, I’m sorry.”
“I’m alright. Just give me a minute or two to get used to your length.”
“Fuck, I’m so sorry.” My voice cracks on a giant lump of emotion. Jesus. Another five seconds and the beast’s fangs would’ve been in her throat. Holding her long hair in a ponytail, I lean over to kiss her back, caress the nape of her neck. “I’m a fucking animal.”
She giggles. “A well hung animal.”
Thank god she didn’t see the beast. She’d be running away screaming right now.
Nash shifts slightly beneath her. Whatever he does makes her gasp. “Mmmm,” she hums, her hips rotate on me, reawakening my softening dick.
“That make it feel better, baby?” Nash murmurs.
“Her soft silk votes yes.” The rippling of her velvet flesh tells me she’s okay. I breathe a sigh of relief and allow myself a deep inhale of her scent. My wolf stirs, but the savage now knows that her body is delicate. He won’t hurt her again.
She rotates her hips, again, and squeezes my dick like a velvet vice. Fuck me. “Stop squeezing, Shavone. You’re going to make me come.”
“Isn’t that the point?” She giggles.
“Bad girl.” I nip playfully at her shoulder and lightly smack her ass. “I control this.”
“You wish,” Nash snorts.
Maybe not her. The beast, though, I’ve got handled. Carefully, I pull out and push into that plush heaven, again. Aw, yeah. There’s something to be said for slow and savoring. “How’s that?”
“Good.” Her greedy sex grips me, again.
I groan. Deliberately, slowly, I want to make love to this witch that I’ve fallen in love with.
She sighs, her head lolling forward. “Oh, that feels good,” she whispers. “More.”
Gripping her hips, I move a tiny bit faster, but not much. I don’t want to take the chance of hurting her.
“More, please,” she begs. “Oh, Ben, please, please.”
With a loud moan, I ram deep just once and stop — testing my wolf and her. Holy fuck she feels so good. “That what you want, kitten?”
“Yes.” She flexes her hips, meeting my next thrust.
We go like that for a few moments, ram and pause, ram and pause.
“Faster, Ben.” She squeezes every fucking muscle she has inside.
Mindful to keep my wolf collared, I give the leash a few inches slack and let him bury himself in her softness faster. Groaning and snarling with every thrust, her name intersperses with the sounds escaping my throat. She feels so, so good.
“You like being fucked hard, baby?” Nash asks, panting himself. He loves watching random women in ecstasy — watching Shavone come undone has to be paradise for him.
“Yes. More,” she pants. “More.”
“Take care of her, Ben.”
She locks up those delicious muscles, again. Roaring louder, I grip her hips and yank her back as I slam forward. “Like that?”
When she moans a yes, I let go — fucking her as fast and deep as I can. Burning fangs drop despite my best efforts to stop them. She screams my name and comes constricting my dick with a pulsing grip that takes my breath away.
“Yeah. Fuck yeah. Fuck,” I hiss. Once more, I pound through her pussy that fists my dick tip to base — eager to drain me. I spill in a climax so violent I see stars.
“Shavone,” I cry out loud. “Oh, sweet Shav.” I pull her soft ass tight against me. On and on, I come until my balls are emptied of every drop and my teeth retract. I lay my head on her back panting like I sprinted across the Continental Divide without stopping. “My kitten.”
My beast roars in spite of the pleasure. He’s miserable that we put our seed into the condom instead of her. Worse, that her creamy throat goes unmarked. Not ours, he howls. The bittersweet taste floods my mouth. Fucking her isn’t enough for me either.
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“My little Shav,” Nash whispers. “Watching you come is such a pleasure, almost as good as fucking you myself.”
Her arms shudder, her body softens suddenly.
“You alive, Ben?” Nash asks.
“Never been more alive in my life,” I rasp out. I tilt my head to kiss her soft skin. “Thank you, my kitten.”
“Your kitten is exhausted,” Nash says.
“I don’t want to pull out. She feels good even on my limp dick.”
chapter thirty-one
WITH A BEGRUDGING whimper, Ben pulls out, leaning down to kiss my behind several times as he gets off me.
Nash, kissing each breast once, shifts his head out from under me.
Oh good. Muscles quivering deliciously, I collapse onto my stomach. Nash chuckles and rubs my shoulders, back and buttocks. It adds to the wonderful sated feeling. I wince, though, when his fingers glide over my sex.
Nash growls. He stands and opens my legs to get a better view. “Son of a bitch, you’re raw.”
“Do you have arnica cream?” He calls to Ben in the bathroom.
“Yeah.”
A few seconds later, Ben returns holding an ointment tube, his forehead creased. “Is it bad?” He moves to the end of the bed and hisses when he sees my crotch. “Fuck. I should’ve waited. Damn it.”
“It doesn’t hurt that badly.” I reassure them both. And it doesn’t. My skin and body tingle happily from all those orgasms.
“It will tomorrow, Shav.” His serious face back in place, Nash makes me roll completely over on my back. He sits and strokes my head while Ben opens the tube. With gentle dabs, Ben applies the cream.
Nash watches what Ben is doing, his brow as deeply creased as I’ve ever seen it. From carnal sex god to stern protector, Nash’s worried expression makes me giggle.
With a blink, Nash turns his gaze to my face. He tilts his head, a small smile on his lips, too. “What are you laughing about?”
“All the new sides of big bad Nash I’ve seen.” What an amazing night it has been. I gasp, and cover my mouth in authentic shock. “I can’t believe I just participated in a threesome.”
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