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by Lacey Carter Andersen


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  Devoured by the wolf pack

  Elizabeth Dunlap

  About Devoured by the Wolf Pack

  Dot thought her night out at an adult club would be full of casual fun, but when she meets three drop dead gorgeous bartenders, the word 'casual' just won't cut it. The wolves have been let loose, and they want to keep Dot by their sides forever.

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  **Warning: For Adult Audiences 18+. Language and actions may be deemed offensive to some. Sexually explicit content. M/F/M/M, M/M**

  Chapter One

  How had I gotten here?

  Oh, that’s right, because men.

  I was a woman in her 30’s, who should be at home making cookies and running her own Youtube channel. I’d much rather eat popcorn and watch Supernatural on my flat screen. But the call of sex was too much to ignore, and when my friends made plans to go have some fun, I decided to hell with it.

  I’d gotten dressed up for that crisp fall night out at a sex club no less, in the hopes I’d find a man that thought I was pretty enough to have sex with.

  After arriving at the sex club, signing waivers, and being left in the dimly lit bar to mingle, most of my girl friends were eager to get their night started. It didn’t take long before the other club goers started circling us, trying to be nonchalant about their interest. One man caught my eye as he walked past our table, and a wave of anxiety made me feel like throwing up.

  “You good, babe?” Beth asked me when I’d started gripping my wide stomach.

  No. No, I was definitely not good. Good has left the building.

  “Dot, if we need to leave…” Eva started, but I dismissed her with a wave of my hand.

  “No, I’m not ruining anyone’s night. I’m going to get a drink. I’ll be back.” I power walked away from the table, side stepping a couple that was coming closer and eyeing Beth like she was a Twinkie. When I got to the bar, I sat on a stool and exhaled with a whine as I squeezed my eyes shut.

  What was I doing here?

  “Rough night?” someone asked, and I jumped, opening my eyes to see a bartender standing in front of me on the other side of the bar. Even with the room darkened just enough to make everyone more comfortable, it was obvious this guy was a major hottie. His grey shirt was tighter than my black dress, but at least his clothes revealed muscles instead of enough rolls to fill a dinner plate like mine did. He had crystal blue eyes, messy brown hair, and a smile that said he knew he was hot. Because he was. He was hotter than a pot of boiling water.

  I looked away, unable to maintain eye contact with someone that cute. I stuttered out a few words and tucked some of my long brown hair behind my ear. “Just ahh…” I mumbled, and cleared my throat. “Not the best place to try and feel calm.”

  He chuckled, picking up a bottle from the bar in front of him, and he gently placed two shot glasses in front of me before filling them with the clear liquid. “On the house.” He pushed one towards me and picked up the other, downing it in one go with a smile.

  I gingerly took mine and tipped my head back to swallow it, the burn making me cough. With it empty, I set the shot glass back on the counter and circled the rim with my fingertip, resting my chin on my hand.

  “Something on your mind?” the bartender asked me after I’d been doing that for a solid minute.

  I looked up at him and our eyes met, sending a thrum throughout my entire body. “I’m sure you hear about people’s problems every single night, even if this is a sex club. I’d be doing you a favor if I kept mine to myself.”

  Chuckling again, I watched him add a few things to a cocktail shaker before he put the cap on and pumped his thick arm up and down to shake it. “You’re right, I do hear about people’s problems a lot, and I rarely care about them. But,” he added as he finished shaking, setting the metal container down. Uncapping it, he poured the slushy liquid into a martini glass, all while holding eye contact with me. “I find myself caring about yours.” I looked away, feeling a flush coming to my cheeks, and he handing the martini glass to someone who came to collect it.

  “I’m with you,” a man said. The new voice belonged to one of two men who came back around the bar, their faces and bodies identical. They were both shirtless, and their cut muscles made drool puddle in my mouth. “I’d like to hear about anything that would put such a depressing look on the face of such a beautiful woman.”

  I flushed again and kept my eyes on the shot glass. God, three gorgeous men staring at me? There was no way they were doing this out of interest in anything except me adding to their tip jar. I was no man’s wet dream.

  “So, who hurt you? Man? Woman?” the third man asked. He and his twin had short black hair, short stylish beards, and brown eyes that made my stomach tighten. I stuttered again and the shot glass fell over under my hands.

  “You’re making her nervous, Ben,” the first guy reproached, giving Ben a light smack against his abs. “Sorry. I’m being rude. I’m Xadrian. This is Bane, and his brother Bentley, aka Ben.” Bane nodded in greeting, and a smiling Ben waved a towel at me.

  “I’m Dolores. I go by Dot.” Xadrian was watching me when I glanced up at him out of the corner of my eye, so I stared hard at the shot glass and tried to not be unnerved by their eyes on me. “I came here with my friends, but I think I’m chickening out. I’d rather be at home watching Bailey Sarian on Youtube instead of hoping the lights in here are dim enough that no one can see my fat rolls.”

  Xadrian’s mouth curled when I glanced up at him and he tapped his fingers against the bar, like he was trying to distract himself. “Lovely to meet you, Dot. And as much as I like ‘Murder, Mystery, and Makeup Mondays,’ I would still love to hear your story. Please?”

  I smiled despite my anxiety, loving that he was a fellow Sarian watcher. It brought my guard down just enough that I was able to meet his eyes again. “I left my husband last year. It was small things at first. Yelling at me when the house wasn’t cleaned. Then he started acting like I was repulsive. ‘You’re fat, Dottie. No man wants that.’ And he stopped wanting to have sex with me at all.”

  They all stayed silent, and Xadrian picked up a towel, fisting it in his left hand. I let out a big sigh, motioning for Xadrian to fill my shot glass again, and he obligingly did. I swallowed it in one burning gulp.

  “One day I woke up and looked in the mirror, and all I saw were the words he’d been telling me. Fat. Ugly. Worthless. Unworthy. Then I realized that I wasn’t any of those things. So, I packed a bag, and I left before he came home from work. And when I served him divorce papers, he called me every name you can think of. It was all my fault, I was the one who needed to change. He refused to sign the papers, meaning I’m still technically married to him. Not the best thing to admit in a sex club, but whatever.”

  “Twat.” I looked up at Bane with raised eyebrows, hoping he wasn’t saying that to me. Bane’s arm flexed and a muscle ticked in his jaw. “Not you, Dot,” he reassured me gently. “I mean that man is a twat. No real man would ever do that to his woman. He should have his balls skewered and ripped off.” I raised my eyebrows at him in surprise, but somehow his graphic threat was a turn on.

  “And now you’re here,” Xadrian said, his fist still gripping the towel. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

  My mouth opened and closed as I blinked several times. It had been awhile since a man showed concern for me. I’d almost forgotten what it felt like, and I knew I should’ve been creeped out that complete strangers were questioning my actions, but it was… sweet.

  I looked away again and swallowed, staring at Ben’s large hands as he wiped at a glass. “I don’t know, to be honest. It’s been awhile since I’ve had sex that I actually enjoyed. But. I want to be ready.” My eyes flicked up to Ben’s face, and I imagined him paying me the same amount of careful attention he was giving that glass. As skittish as I was still feeling, the idea was the opposite of unpleasant.

>   “If you want to stay here all night while your friends play, you’ll be safe with us. We won’t let anyone bother you,” Bane assured me, his deep voice making my skin tingle.

  As much as I wanted to just spend my evening knocking back shots at the bar, that wasn’t why I was there. Not to mention, spending with these three men would just make me wish for things I couldn’t have. It would be much healthier to just go find someone for a quick screw, whether or not I enjoyed it. It’s not like I wasn’t used to that.

  I got up from my stool, only stumbling slightly on my heels, and I lifted the shot glass I’d been caressing. Xadrian refilled it without me speaking, then they watched me down it before putting it back on the bar. “I think I’ll just go wander around. Might be fun to see my friends get a firm dicking.” The intensity of Bane’s stare was starting to make my stomach flutter, and I stumbled again as I tried to walk away. Even with the bar between us, Bane took a step towards me, his fists clenched.

  “Be safe, Dot,” he said, and he gave me a small nod, like we were old friends. Once again, his concern was sweet. It should’ve creeped me the fuck out, but it didn’t. It kinda made me want to boop him on the nose and tell him in a cute voice to stop worrying about me. Except, I definitely didn’t want him to stop.

  What was wrong with me?

  Pining after strangers, really, Dot?

  God, I needed to get laid.

  With that in mind, I gave the boys one last look and headed towards the table my friends had been at, only they were all gone now, along with the club goers that had been eyeing them. I left the bar and went down a long hallway that held many rooms, all echoing with the sounds of pleasure. I spotted a few of my friends in those rooms, and kept walking to give them privacy.

  At the end of the hall was a large dark room where many couples were having sex. On couches, on the floor, on swings, on platforms. There was a lot of sex happening. I found a quiet unoccupied corner and watched, feeling slightly weird about being a voyeur, but the scene before me quickly took that away.

  It was hard to pick which couple to focus on. There was a chick that was moaning like the guy fucking her was rearranging her insides. There was a girl eating out another girl while she slammed a strap on dildo into a guy’s ass. Off to the side was a girl tied up in a sex swing, and the room was filled with her screams as her Mistress relentlessly used a vibrator on her sensitive clit.

  “Can I cum?” she squealed, pleaded, begged.

  “No, you may not,” her Mistress answered, making her slave groan and writhe in the swing. Mistress appeared not to be interested in letting her slave orgasm, because she was focused on watching the rest of the room instead. A corner of Mistress’ ruby red lips curved up as the moaning chick started climaxing in a screaming, twisting, shaking orgasm. The guy fucking her was definitely rearranging her insides, if her shouting was anything to go by.

  The strap on girl was going at her guy’s ass like she was possessed, her groaning picking up in intensity with her girlfriend sucking on her pussy. “Ahh, fuck!” she shouted as she threw her head back. Her manicured hand clasped around her boyfriend’s cock and she jacked it off in time with her thrusts until cum started shooting from his dick. “Look at that dick cumming for me.” She moaned again, thrusting erratically into his ass, and went hoarse as she climaxed on her girlfriend’s face.

  Several of the couches had other couples fucking, in various stages of orgasm. One woman started to climax with her partner’s hand closed around her throat. She was turning pink, but she appeared to be enjoying it.

  Another couple was two men, and the one being pounded from behind had barely begun shooting off ropes of cum from his cock when the man fucking him made him do it again.

  If that wasn’t enough to moisten my panties to a completely sopping wet state, there was also a couple on a stand in the middle of the room. The woman’s hands were trapped in handcuffs on the side of the box, and her ankles bound with a spreader. The man fucking her held her long hair in his hand that he used to pull her back until her breasts weren’t touching the box. She was arched so high up, I wondered if it was even comfortable, but she was moaning so loudly, she seemed to like it.

  Arched, spread, and tied, she pulled at her bonds and arched her back even more, her thighs beginning to shake.

  “That’s it, baby,” the man cooed with another hard thrust. “Cum for me, slut.” He cracked his hand across her bare ass, and she erupted. Literally erupted, fluid gushed from where their bodies were joined, forming a puddle on the dark carpet. Her lover drank it up with a chuckle, fucking her even harder to get every last drop out of her until the floor was soaked and she went limp.

  God, I wanted to be her. I wanted someone to fuck me like that. To take me. To make me his. To make me beg for more. And yes, to even call me a slut. His slut.

  I needed a man who respected me on the streets, and made me his whore in the sheets.

  “Hey, sweetheart,” someone said over the endless moaning. I looked beside me to see the rearranging insides guy. He looked me up and down, his hard cock standing proud against his stomach. “You like watching?” He wasn’t bad to look at, for sure, but he didn’t make me feel excited like the bartenders had. In fact, I was starting to feel uncomfortable with him staring at me.

  “Dot?”

  I gasped as a hand slowly squeezed my shoulder. Speak of the devil, the bartenders had come looking for me. Xadrian squeezed me again, his smile falling when he saw my slight anxiety.

  Bane came closer until his shadow covered me, and he gave the erect man a stare that made him slowly walk away. When Bane looked back at me, his intense gaze made my clit throb. “We just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

  It was hard to say I was okay with my lady bits screaming for attention. I shifted slightly from where I stood, opening my thick thighs just a bit to ease the tension in my slippery folds. The three men beside me tensed, almost as if they could smell the scent of my arousal.

  Maybe they could.

  Good.

  “I am, thank you,” I answered him, pushing my long hair back to distract myself. God, I just needed to sit down on one of the couches and casually rub my clit until I came.

  “You’re not participating?” Ben asked, his eyes traveling down my body, my cheeks responding with a deep flush.

  “Maybe not. I don’t think any of them are right for me.” Fresh from his rejection, erect boy was busy fucking his girl’s face with his fist in her hair. “I think I’m just content to…” I swallowed as I watched that man thrusting into his girl’s mouth. Using her for his own pleasure.

  “Mistress!” the slave shouted above everyone else, squealing at the top of her lungs.

  “Cum for me, slave. Cum for your Mistress.”

  My lips parted and I licked them as a fresh wave of desire came over me when the only sound in the entire room was that sex slave screaming out an orgasm that seemed to go on forever.

  “…watch,” I finished, hoping the boys could hear me as she continued howling. My heart was beating faster, my skin was alive, and I had an itch that I desperately needed to scratch. A girl could only get so aroused. “Excuse me.” I tried moving past them, but Bane carefully took my wrist.

  “We’ll take you back downstairs and watch over you until your friends are ready to go.”

  “No,” I sighed, the sounds of yet another person climaxing sending me into a head spin. “I need to… cum.” My cheeks flushed even more, especially when Bane put an arm around my waist and pulled me against his naked chest. The dark hairs growing there scratched against my arms, and I leaned into Xadrian’s hand when he reached to clasp my neck. Ben’s hands slid along my back, making me arch into Bane’s body until I felt his hard cock against my stomach.

  “We’d love to assist you with that,” Bane said, his voice husky and low. “But only if you’re comfortable with it.”

  “We?” I asked with a gasp as Ben’s hands found purchase against my breasts.

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bsp; “We never have sex with someone if they’re not comfortable being shared by the three of us,” Ben added, his hot breath in my ear. He took the lobe between his teeth and gave my breasts a slow squeeze, lifting me up on my tiptoes.

  “Xadrian is our lover too,” Bane explained, his eyes carefully watching when Ben’s fingers rubbed across my dress, right on my nipples. God, they were as hard as rocks. “My brother and I may have others in our bed sometimes, but Xadrian is always there. You should see the way he howls when I fuck his tight ass.”

  Oh, I definitely wanted to see that.

  “So?” Xadrian asked slowly, teasingly, pulling me towards him with his grip on my hair. Another club goer started moaning loudly as they came, and my clit throbbed again until it was almost hurting.

  “God damn it, please fuck me, all three of you. Just make me cum.”

  Before I could finish speaking, I was lifted off the floor in Bane’s arms, and he carried me to the stand in the middle of the room, the very one I’d just watched a girl squirt all over. He set me down, leaning over me, staring into my eyes, and he tipped my chin up so I had to look at him.

  “Anything you don’t like?”

  “Pain.”

  He let out a hot breath on my neck and his eyes flicked to my lips. “Anything you do like?” I gulped, but he wouldn’t let me look away from him. I wasn’t used to vocalizing my needs, as I was mostly used to them being ignored. “Tell me right now, Dot. Tell me how you want us to fuck you, or I’m going to make you cum and then we’re leaving.”

  I hesitated one second too long because he started straightening, so I wrapped my legs around his waist to keep him in place. “You see her?” I nodded with my head to where the previously tied girl was being fucked again. Her boyfriend had her in his lap with her quivering pussy on full display of the entire club.

 

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