by Morgan Fox
“So what if they do? I’ll just have to fuck you twice as good, make them jealous with envy that they can’t fuck and taste you like I can.”
He tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it back into the bedroom, then toed off his shoes and dropped his pants. He was already hard as a rock and ready to be inside her.
He extended his hand to help her stand, discarded her hair clip, then knelt to help remove her high heel shoes and skirt. He stared at her feminine pink panties and matching bra. The corner of his mouth lifted.
“Perhaps you should remove these? I seem to already owe you for a few pairs as it is.”
She nibbled her bottom lip. “Yes, you do.” She took off the bra, tossing it behind him. Glancing down, she whispered, “I think you can at least remove my panties for me.”
Slowly stripping away her panties, his eyes grew heavy, catching the scent of her arousal. The spicy sweet aroma put his body on red alert. His little lamb was so ready to be satisfied, and he was just the big bad wolf to do it.
“You smell so damn good, sweetheart.” Growling low in his throat, he nuzzled against her pussy, inhaling deeply, and softly demanded, “Sit down and spread your legs. I want you nice and wide so I can fuck your pretty pussy with my tongue. I have to taste that sweet cunt, feel you hot and slick against my fingers.”
She eased her body onto the lounge chair and spread her legs over the side arms. Positioning his chest on the cushion of the lounge chair, he buried his face between her legs, his fingers kneading into her creamy, white thighs.
Pressing a trail of kisses up her thighs, he blew a warm breath over her glistening pussy. He could see how aroused and wet she was. Knew even a man his size would have no difficulty sliding his cock into the tightness of her cunt.
With a silent plea, she arched her hips, and he grinned, knowing exactly what his little temptress wanted. But he liked to hear her tell him what she wanted from him, enjoyed hearing the words move from her lips. Her naughty words excited him—turned him on.
“Would you like me to eat your pussy, Brie?”
“Yes,” she cried breathlessly.
He liked that she didn’t hesitate. “What would you like me to do to your pussy?”
“I—”
“Now, now, Brie, this is not the time for shyness. We’ve been through this before. I’ll do whatever you want, but you have to tell me what you want first.”
Her fingers squeezed into the fabric of the chair. “Lick me,” she blurted.
His tongue grazed over her inner thigh. “Like that?” He fought the urge to smile, loved teasing her.
“No,” she whispered.
“Lick you where?”
Her sweet pink tongue glided over her bottom lip, and his cock got harder. How that was possible, he had no idea, but it did. He blew another warm burst of air over her clit. Her head lolled back, chest arched forward. Full breasts filled his vision, her rosy pink nipples hardened to perfection.
“Oh God,” she gasped, frustration glimmered in her eyes. “Jonah, Please. Do it, eat my pussy, suck me, fuck me. For Christ’s sake do something,” she begged.
Chuckling, he responded, “Whatever the lady wants.”
Fevered passion forced him to probe the depths of her pussy, fucking her with slow, determined strokes. Licking the wetness from her cunt, his tongue swirled around her clit, again and again. Closing his mouth over the throbbing bud, he let his hungry mouth and tongue dance, flicking fast and eager.
Soft, fluttering moans escaped her trembling lips. She tugged on her nipples, pulling at them as she drew closer to orgasm. He could taste it. Felt her body writhing under his touch.
His mouth worked her pussy as he watched her wicked fingers play with her body, heightening her own pleasure. If he had more hands, he would gladly join her, but currently his fingers were occupied—one hand spreading the lips of her pussy, while the other probed at her rear, rubbing around the entrance to her rectum.
“Yes, Jonah, that’s it. Oh God, feels so good.”
More aggressive than ever, he sucked her pussy, sliding his mouth up and down on her clit, sucking it hard between his lips. His finger pumped inside her, first one then two, then three. He felt her cunt tighten and squeeze around his probing fingers and watched as her juices flooded from her pussy.
Pumping faster, he continued to suck her clit. A tormented cry tore from her lips as she finally began to come. He didn’t let up, lapping at her delicious essence.
One final lick and he stood in front of her. She reached forward to take his cock in her hand. He knew she was going to slide his dick between her moistened lips and suck him until he came in her mouth, but he had other plans for his mate.
Jonah grabbed hold of her hand before she could grip his pulsing cock. “No, that’s not what I want.” Wide-eyed, she stared at him. “Get on your hands and knees. I want to fuck that pretty little asshole of yours.”
She nibbled her lip “But we don’t have any lubricant.”
He licked around his mouth, tasting the remnants of her orgasm. ”Your pussy is plenty wet. I’ll have no problem sliding into you.” He held her timid gaze. “You do like being fucked this way, don’t you?”
She nodded. “Yes, but my first time was with Sebastian. This is only my second time.”
“I won’t hurt you, Brie. I’ve waited a long time to take you this way.”
“Why didn’t you try before when it was just us these past few weeks?”
He glared down at her, his cock in his hand, stroking slowly. She stared at his hard, thick shaft. Pre-cum glistened at the head of his cock. “Are we going to talk about it or are you going to let me fuck you?”
She gave a shy smile and turned onto her hands and knees, positioning her ass directly in front of his hips. The view left him breathless. He always loved her body, sensual curves, full breasts, round hips, an angel with a devilishly sexy body. Feeling her soft ass pressed against his hard, rigid cock, he was proud to call this woman his mate. She was everything and so much more. He was a damn lucky wolf, and he knew it.
Sliding between her wet folds, the heat of her pussy teased the broad head of his dick. He used her wet cunt to lube up his cock, then his finger, which he used to circle around her rectum. A gentle push and he was fucking her ass with his thick finger, stretching her slowly. Then a second, and before long his cock was positioned at her perfect little hole.
As he pushed inside her, he grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her back against him. He heard her groan and knew the sound was of pleasure, not pain. Pulling back, he pushed inside. Fucking her slowly, until he was balls-deep.
Hips rocking forward, he felt her tighten all around him, her asshole clamping down on his cock like a fist. She pushed back, and he felt she was ready to take him harder. He obliged, pushing against her, forcing his shaft deeper and harder with each thrust.
She relished everything he did to her, and he could feel it in her physical response to him as well as through the primal connection they shared.
Leaning against her back, he reached around her to play with her swollen clit. She jerked as he stroked her, brushing his fingers over the tip. The more he touched her pussy, the harder she rocked against him.
Balls tightening he was so close to exploding. He ground his teeth together as fire ripped from deep within his gut, shooting from his balls to the head of cock. Sexual bliss, total and complete, he was on the verge of dying a very happy man.
Slamming deep into her rectum, he groaned, filling her asshole with hot semen, pouring himself into her. Pumping slowly, he steadied himself, then pulled out of her, cradled her body against his, and carried her to the bed. Her head pressed against his chest. He lay beside her. He couldn’t be happier if he tried, and he was sure she felt the same.
Holding her so close, he could feel her heart pounding against his chest. A fierce drum slowing to a steady beat. His little Brie, he thought. She was perfect and fit against him as if she were an extension of his own bo
dy. The warmth of her body, the sweet scent of her hair, it did things to him—magical things. His Brie was special. She fired his body and mind, warmed his soul and made his life all the better just by being a part of him. Damn, he loved this woman—his Brie.
The thunderous rumble of Sebastian’s growl robbed him of breath. He turned to face his brother, swallowing back a frustrated roar. Jonah understood the intense look in Sebastian’s eyes might terrify Brie. He could feel it as his brother bared his fierce canines and elongated claws.
Brie squeezed her fingers into Jonah’s arm as he held her tighter. He could hear the fast rush of her blood pumping through her body. Only once before had she witnessed the beast that stood before them. The one Sebastian fought to control and conceal from everyone except Jonah...and now her.
Sebastian had come to claim his mate, and Jonah would have no choice but to allow him.
Chapter Four
Sebastian’s brooding, naked body hovered over them. He locked eyes with Brie. She was scared of the feral beast in front of her, but mostly because she had never made love to him when he looked like this—like he was prepared to rip her apart from the inside—and staring at his engorged cock, she thought he just might.
Jonah slipped from the bed, grabbed his pants, and headed for the door. “I better let you two have some privacy.” Jonah didn’t sound eager to leave her, but it didn’t stop him from moving towards the door.
Anxiety flooded her mind and her heart pounded so hard she thought it might break though her ribs. “Jonah, wait!” She gasped.
Sebastian’s growl grew louder.
“Don’t worry, Brie. It’s just the mating heat. He won’t hurt you.” Jonah closed the door behind him as he left the room.
Brie shifted to the side, attempting to get free of the bed. A moment later Sebastian launched through the air, landing on top of her, pressing himself against her. His hands pinned her shoulders while his hips and legs restrained her waist and legs.
He sniffed along her neck, inhaling and groaning in unison. “You fucked my brother,” he roared.
She didn’t respond. Frightened by the bestial voice that escaped her alpha mate, she stared into his liquid silver eyes.
“I can smell him all over you. You let him fuck you, and you didn’t bother to wait for me. I’ve been without you for weeks and you choose to fuck him and not me?” Nuzzling her neck, his whiskered face cut into her skin, he rumbled, “I’ve been hurting without you, dying inside, and you left me alone in the bathroom so you could fuck my goddamn brother.” His roar of anger sent a shiver down her spine.
He was angry, but why? He was the dumbass who chose to leave her. Chose to go out on his own and leave her and Jonah behind. Fuck him and his alpha male bullshit.
“Yes,” she snapped. “I let Jonah fuck me, and it was good, real good. It’s always good, the fucking best I’ve ever had.” She craned her neck to be nose to nose with him, shocked by the words that jumped from her lips. Guilt trampled her heart. She wasn’t mean-spirited and to use jealousy as a weapon against him was wrong, but she had good reason to. “At least he’s there when I need him, Sebastian. Where the fuck have you been, you big dumb wolf?” She smacked him in the shoulder over and over again.
Eyes filled with heat, anger, and possession, he growled. “How did he fuck you, Brie? Did he take your sweet pussy, or did he stick his damn cock in your tight little ass?”
She froze, jaw tightening. She wasn’t sure why that mattered, but telling Sebastian Jonah had just fucked her ass felt odd. He was the only one to do that to her, until tonight.
Besides, she’d just called him a big dumb wolf, and all he cared about was learning what position her and Jonah had done during sex. How was she supposed to digest that?
“Did you hear anything I said, Sebastian? Do you care that I’ve been lost without you? That I’ve felt like I’ve been dying a little each day without you?”
He looked away unable to meet her watery gaze. He couldn’t answer her, or wouldn’t. Damn werewolves, stubborn until the end.
Closing her eyes, she sucked in a sharp breath and released it slowly, controlling the wave of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.
He growled again, showing her his lengthening canines. “Do not deny me, mate.”
She froze at his use of the word mate. He was going to fuck her, take her hard—she knew this, had feared it, but also the thought of being possessed by the beast was exhilarating. Her pussy clenched tight, her belly quivered.
She pressed her hands against the slab of firm muscle. The heat of his skin rippled into her, and she sighed at the comfort she found there.
He appeared larger than she remembered—the wolf, she told herself.
Holding his intimidating gaze, she swallowed. “My ass. He fucked my ass.”
Sebastian licked his lips, his eyes thick with wild intentions. “Good,” he groaned. “I’d rather fuck that sweet cunt anyway.” Thrusting his hips forward, he told her, “I need to be inside you. I need to—” He drew in a sharp breath, and his eyes flickered with awareness. He could smell her arousal. He pushed against her stiff locked arms, testing her emotional threshold—it was breaking. “You want me to fuck your pussy hard, don’t you, mate? You want my cock shoved deep inside your writhing body.”
Damn it, she did. Being away from him for another second would‘ve ripped her beating heart from her chest. He was an asshole for leaving her suffering as he had done. Her emotions impossible to deal with, her heart half empty without him. She’d beat his ass later, but right now all she wanted was him inside her, joined together as one.
“Sebastian,” she called to him, his name like a prayer on her lips.
He cupped her face as if sensing her hesitation and fear. Tenderness filled his wild eyes. “I love you, Brie. I’ll always love you, no matter what. I can’t take another moment apart from you. Let me have you,” he begged through gritted teeth. “Let me have what I need.”
Her arms collapsed, and she absorbed the full weight of his body. Instantly, his mouth was all over her, tasting her neck, mouth, and breasts. He was insatiable, and she loved it and had prayed it would be this way between them again, drunk on each other’s desires and needs.
Suckling her breasts, he bit at the tips, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh around each erect nipple. The sting of his bite sent shivers up and down her spine. Her pussy clenched tight.
“Oh God,” she moaned, her fingers diving into his dark, wavy hair.
Like Jonah, he was at least six and a half feet tall, but his body was slightly larger, filled with sculpted muscles. Sebastian’s firm body molded against hers, fierce strength against soft flesh. Broad shoulders and firm chest consumed her vision. Massive in size, he covered her body completely.
Brie’s fingers traced around his dark nipples and over the smooth bronze skin of his chest and back, kneading the taut muscles down to his rock-hard ass. She missed the intimacy she shared with Sebastian, the way he’d resisted being with her only to show her so much pleasure and love. She hated that she needed him so much, but hungered for even the slightest wisp of his breath on her skin—a simple touch that branded her straight to her soul.
Another bite singed her skin, and she gasped. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Arching her hips, she pulled him against her pussy, stroking against his erection. They both groaned the moment his cock slipped over the wet folds of her cunt.
Sebastian’s hands were on her face, cupping her cheeks as he took control over her mouth. His tongue slipped past her lips, probing her mouth, licking every inch. As he sucked her tongue into his mouth, his fingers found the wetness between her thighs. She moaned as he stroked against the swollen nub, his fingers seeking her core.
Her fingers dug into the flesh of his shoulders as he forced two fingers into pussy. She was already so wet and ready, and his fingers glided smoothly inside.
Kissing him harder, she took over, licking his bottom lip and tasting him as if it were the first t
ime. His flavor was sweet and spicy. The perfect combination. His wild woodsy scent pummeled her senses, filling her body with fever.
“Yes, Sebastian. Oh God, I’ve missed you,” she whimpered.
He shoved his cock against her belly, grinding his hips against her pliant flesh. Gripping her legs, he lifted her, pressing a firm hand to the back of each knee, then pushed her legs wide and as far apart as he could get them. He was going to get right to it. He was going to fuck her fast, and she was dying for it.
“Yes, Sebastian, fuck me. Take me now.”
Who was this woman? She was begging him to brand her, make her feel his body merging with hers—becoming one. The mating heat was making her a nymphomaniac, but she couldn’t complain. The fever flooding her body heightened every physical response. The rush of the mating was like a million fingers dancing along her skin, stroking all of her most intimate parts.
His cock slammed inside her, filling her body. She needed to be fucked so bad it was like an addiction. The intoxicating scent of his masculine body filled her nose. She craved him, needed him, the passion burning hot like an inferno inside her.
He drove himself deep and retreated, almost pulling all the way out only to surge deep once again. He did this over and over again, pounding hard like hammering nails. He was splitting her in two, and she couldn’t get enough.
Arching her hips she took him all the way in. Growling, his face strained, his eyes rolled back in his head. She felt the heat of his body like a warm soothing blanket. She missed him, the euphoric connection she shared with Sebastian—it was like being reborn.
Sensations speared her clit as he stroked it, fingers pulsing against her nub as intensely as he was probing inside her body. With determined hips, he arched deep, filling her body. Breathing hard, she screamed for more, begging him to ride her harder and faster, encouraging him to make her come. He groaned as her warm wetness enveloped him. Capturing her waist, he flipped her over, grabbed her hips, and shoved his cock back into her slick pussy—no hesitation. On her hands and knees, he fucked her hard and fast, drilling deep, over and over again. His hips plunged forward as he pulled against her hips, trying to take her as far as he could.