The wolf padded silently down the hill, a natural predator blending effortlessly into his environment. For an instant, he wondered what the others were doing then dismissed the thought. He very much doubted they’d be having anywhere near as much fun as he was about to have.
* * * *
“When– ” Gina was quite breathless, Nate’s massaging fingers having suddenly latched on a nipple right as she started to speak.
“When what?”
Unresisting, she followed his gentle urging, slumping down the sofa cushions until she was lying on her back, her legs dangling over the edge of the seat. “When can we… oh!”
His hands shifted, one thumb stroking her bottom lip, the other delving between her legs, pressing them apart and running a fingernail repeatedly up and down the crotch seam of her jeans. The light pressure vibrated right through her clit, and she thrust her hips helplessly up into his hand.
Deliberately, Nate grinned down on her. “When can we what?”
“I want…” she breathed, “I think I want…”
“Yes?”
“All of you!” she blurted out.
My God! She was fully aware of the fact that he hadn’t even had to ask her. She’d been the one to beg him to let her take part in a ménage.
Nate sat up straight, pulling her briskly upright. She just sat where he propped her, head spinning slightly at the abrupt loss of contact.
“Alright. When?”
When? He actually expected her to set the time and place? She was having enough difficulty believing she’d actually just thrown her good-girl image out the window, and all because she wanted… What did she want?
She stared up at him, struck dumb.
“How about right now?” Gina whirled to look behind her. Sebastian was standing there, framed by the doorway, with one of the others behind him. Rob, she thought. She couldn’t tell which one had spoken.
“Now?” she repeated.
“Sounds good to me.” Nate spoke up beside her. He was grinning again, and she belatedly realised that Sebastian and Rob had probably heard every gasping nuance. She had to start remembering about that sharp werewolf hearing… Whatever, she’d as good as broadcast her wishes to them all.
“Rafe’s going to be sorry he went out,” Sebastian offered easily as he sauntered into the room, waiting for Rob and closing the door behind them. “He’s gone to confirm the identities of the men who kidnapped you.”
“Oh.”
“So,” Sebastian directed himself to Nate. “Shall we get started?”
Nate glanced towards her, his eyes focusing on her with that dreadful intensity. His lips quirked, and she shivered, wondering what he was thinking when he looked at her like that. “I think so.”
Sebastian and Rob moved to the other end of the room, and she followed their progress idly. It was a shame they’d both dressed before coming in, she thought. Having a great butt was apparently mandatory for Moores. She glanced back towards Nate as he stood up.
“Wait here. I’ll be back in a sec.”
He disappeared out into the corridor, reappearing only a few minutes later fully dressed in casual track pants and sweat shirt. That confused her, and was a bit of a disappointment really. She’d been practically salivating over the erection he’d been sporting and had been giving serious consideration to exactly what he was planning on doing with it. Her mouth, her pussy—her ass? Now there was a possibility she’d never yet dared to explore…
She shrugged, bringing her attention back to what was going on around her. What were they all doing dressed anyway? Surely it would have been more sensible for them all to be getting naked, than for Nate to be getting dressed?
In the meantime, the others had pulled a full-length, backless, chaise lounge closer to the fire, pushing the other chairs out of their way. Her attention grabbed, she watched as they shifted it, angling it lengthwise to the fire—for warmth, she guessed—then stood back and looked enquiringly towards Nate.
He returned to her, almost gliding across the room to sink into the chair beside her. He reached for her face, cupped her chin, and tugged gently until she was looking deep into his eyes. There was a flame in their depths, and she felt that if she’d leaned too far forward she would have spilled over the rim, tumbling into the heart of a volcano.
A shiver of anticipation ran through her—what those eyes promised! But at the same time it was one of fear. She wasn’t afraid of Nate; that wasn’t the issue. It was more that she was afraid of herself, afraid of the uninhibited side of her he’d so effortlessly dragged out of hiding. She was afraid of the fact that this was something she actually wanted to experience. More to the point, she wanted to experience it with Nate.
His finger trailed gentle fire down her cheek, then traced the line of her lips, and all the time he held her eyes captive in his. “Are you sure, babe?”
Suddenly hesitant, she nodded slowly, his hand on her chin restricting her movement. He made no attempt to loosen his hold, but his thumb swirled reassuringly over her skin.
“I want to give you this,” he said, “ I want you to see what you’re capable of. But only if it’s what you want too.”
What she was capable of? The confusion must have shown in her eyes, because he smiled his understanding even as he turned her head towards where Sebastian and Rob were waiting near the fireplace. Sebastian was leaning against the mantle, his elbow propped and his foot resting negligently on the fender. Rob had propped his back against the wall, his arms loosely crossed over his stomach.
They both looked infinitely relaxed, calmly waiting for whatever was going to happen next. She tried to swing her head back to Nate, wondering what he was showing her, but he held her firm. She looked more closely, slowly becoming aware of the tension in Sebastian’s muscled forearm, and the odd alertness in Rob’s gaze. Neither of them was anywhere near as relaxed as they appeared at first glance.
“Oh.” Understanding dawned.
“There are three full-grown men in this room,” he explained, “and they’re all in your thrall. Even if you’ve never realised it, you,” he turned her back to face him, “are a supremely sexy woman.”
Gina had been starting to get that idea; it was hard not to be aware of the fact her body was sending out demands that were entirely different to what she’d always programmed herself to expect. But to hear someone with a reputation like Nate Moore’s, say that to her, his eyes bright with sincerity, was still a huge shock.
“I would give you anything,” he continued with a self-mocking smile she didn’t quite understand. “I’ll even manage to put aside my jealousy and let my family play. Somehow.” She almost missed the last word, it was uttered so softly.
“Play? What do you mean?”
He grinned. “Oh, yeah. We love to play. Don’t you want to know what it’s like to be the preferred plaything, the favored toy? With us?”
A wave of red rode over her cheeks at the thought, and she answered somewhat faintly. “I think I would. But…” She hesitated, more embarrassed by her sudden doubts than the erotic images of entwined limbs—strong, possessive arms, and muscular legs—that her brain kept replaying in front of her eyes.
He raised an eyebrow.
“You’ll be here the whole time, won’t you?” It came out in a rush.
She looked up, inspecting his face for any sign of what he was thinking, only to find herself enveloped in a hug, her face crushed against his chest.
“God, I’m glad you feel that way,” he murmured into her hair. “I’ll never leave you alone.”
Never?
Any lingering worry was swept away in the rush of emotion that single word had evoked. Never was a long time, and maybe—just maybe—it meant she wasn’t the only one who was getting lust confused with love. Gina stretched her arms around his waist, shrugging off the ferocity of his hold to free them, and squeezed back. She was starting to look forward to more than just some fantastic sex.
* * * *
Af
ter what felt like an eternity, Nate finally released her, enfolding her fingers in his and leading her over to stand near the fire. Both Rob and Sebastian were standing upright now, obviously alert, and she realised with a start that they’d heard every word of the quiet conversation.
Seemingly reading her mind, Sebastian reached out and ran his fingers through her hair, twirling a strand around his fingers and tugging gently. “Don’t worry about it. We all learnt discretion very early.”
Rob chuckled, and she could feel the silent shaking of Nate’s laughter rumbling through her, touching something deep inside. A shared joke, something they all picked up on without the need to exchange words. That was something she’d never had, and she suddenly understood the difference between the supporting closeness of the Moore family, and her own. It was something she would have liked to experience.
She looked shyly up to Nate, a tentative smile on her lips. “What happens now?”
“Well,” he stepped back and looked her up and down, a scowl on his face as he pretended to consider what she was wearing. “I think that the first thing we need to do is get rid of some of your clothes.”
Behind him, Sebastian and Rob straightened, their attention fixing on her. She could see the same fire flaring in Sebastian’s eyes as that which already burned in Nate’s, and Rob’s lips were slowly parting, his tongue darting out to moisten them as he stared.
“Take your clothes off,” Nate ordered.
“Uh…”
“Now.” His voice was flat, the sort of no-nonsense tone a parent would use on a recalcitrant child.
None of them made any move to help her, but just stood there, ranged in a semi-circle between herself and the fire, the hunger in their expressions warming her more than the flames behind them.
She licked her lips nervously. “I don’t…”
“Close your eyes.” It was Rob this time, issuing the terse command.
She did, and it helped. The darkness was voluntary, and she could still feel the heat of their combined gaze on her flesh, but it was easier now she couldn’t see the way they were looking at her, like well-trained dogs waiting impatiently for a reward they knew was coming.
Quite an apt simile, she thought, the touch of humor giving her the nerve to fumble with the knotted T-shirt, untying it and lifting it slowly over her head.
There’d been no bra provided, and the cooler air on her breasts instantly reminded her there was now nothing between their ravenous eyes and her. Goose bumps prickled over her bare skin. She really was going to have to stop thinking of them in terms of ‘hungry’, and herself in terms of a feast… Gina almost grinned, then she dropped the shirt on the floor, her eyes still tightly closed, and reached for the button fly of her jeans.
It was unnaturally quiet. She’d heard the swoosh of the shirt crumpling on the ground, the soft crackling of the fire, and even the hiss of air as someone inhaled sharply. Her nipples hardened, and she felt moisture building up between her thighs. Just the thought of what her actions were doing to these men was turning her on. She paused, her fingers twiddling with the second button, listening avidly.
A sharp tweak on her nipple made her jump. She hadn’t heard even a hint of the stealthy approach. “Tease.” Sebastian’s voice was husky. He tweaked again. “Hurry up.”
Oh.
My.
His fingers were still wrapped around her pebbled nipple, his breath hot and sweet in her face. Cinnamon? Whatever, it was proof that she was really doing this. She was really giving herself to three men. For them to play with. She shuddered, the tiny movement making his fingers pull deliciously on her nipple.
“I’ll rip them off you myself,” he threatened silkily as she continued to hesitate.
Apparently she didn’t move fast enough, because he was suddenly pressed hard up against her, her shoulders caught in his massive hands. He spun her around, dragged her bottom close against his erection, brushed her hands away from the buttons as nonchalantly as he would a fly, then his fingers were pushing through them, entwining themselves in her pubic hair and gliding roughly over her clit until she buckled against him, breathless.
Before she could think about it, he’d dipped his head, his mouth had taken possession of her lips, and his tongue was ravaging her mouth. She was vaguely aware of the denim sliding away and pooling at her feet but was concentrating more on the feeling of his tongue dueling with hers, tasting and thrusting, than on the fact that she was now totally naked and he was still fully dressed.
She opened her mouth willingly, a very feminine satisfaction at his impatience sweeping through her. She lifted her arms as far as she was able—his arms were wrapped firmly around her waist to hold her hard up against him—and attempted to stroke his cheek. Before she could touch him, her arms were pulled back down, someone else’s hands anchoring them lightly to her sides. She thrust her breasts forward, annoyed at being deprived the right to touch, and found her nipples simultaneously sucked into two warm, wet mouths. Two tongues circled them, drew them out, suckled. Two sets of teeth scraped the aureoles, two tongues licked, and two mouths puffed cool air on their rigid tips.
Overwhelmed by the sensation, she struggled against the restraining hands, writhing against Sebastian and feeling his cock growing harder and larger. Impossibly larger. Her eyes stayed screwed closed—she doubted she could force herself to open them if she tried—and she kept on squirming as the three mouths continued to attack her. All the while, Sebastian’s fingers were rubbing up and down her fold, spreading the moisture that was flowing freely from her pussy and massaging it into her clit.
Her hips bucked helplessly. Once…twice… She was so close she could see the stars circling just out of reach, could feel the earthquake that was about to flatten her, but they held it just out of her reach.
“Do you know how wet your cunt is?” Sebastian whispered in her mouth as his fingers continued their sensual gliding. She felt the vibrations of his speech echo through her, a tremble rocking deep within her.
“Do you want to come?” he continued. “We haven’t even started yet.”
He thrust one long finger deep into her cunt, then swiftly withdrew it. She moaned her protest into his mouth, unable to think, unable to feel anything other than the mouths on her breasts and the fingers that were pushing her so close to the edge.
“Perhaps you’re impatient?” he mused, spearing her with two fingers this time. She moaned again, trying to roll her fingers to hold his hand in place.
He chuckled at her predicament; held upright against him by three large men, she had no way to influence what they were doing to her. “Definitely impatient.”
His fingers probed, rubbing against her inner walls, then he started a slow glide. In, out, in, out. And each time he went a little deeper, a little faster. His tongue lashed out, delving deep into her throat, his fingers pushed deep into her cunt, the mouths on her breasts nipped, and his thumb came down hard on her clit.
She screamed and slumped bonelessly against him, her body quivering as three mouths continued with a more gentle torture. For a few seconds the world was black, the lights behind her eyes had given up, and Nate’s words burned themselves vividly across her mind. So much for not wanting to move for a week. She couldn’t imagine moving ever again, and they hadn’t even made it anywhere near the sofa yet.
Chapter Sixteen
Almost before she had her feet securely under her, Sebastian was holding her upright again. He stepped back, released his grip, and she found herself standing alone.
After grappling with the consequences for a few seconds, Gina made the effort to open her eyes, blinking dazedly in the muted light. She was by herself, the other three having retreated nearer to the fire. Their eyes were all trained unerringly on her, and she glanced down at herself, unsurprised to find her entire body flushed pink. Her own distinctive scent washed over her and she looked down again, mortified to see a glistening trail of her cum wending its way down the inside of one thigh. The though
t caused another gush of moisture and an embarrassed blush heated her cheeks.
She forced herself to look up, only to find all three sets of eyes now focused on her face. They were all still fully dressed, and she was very aware of her utter nudity.
Very aware.
Another wave of heat rushed up her breast and over her cheeks as she realised they’d probably left her standing alone out here on purpose.
Vulnerable.
On display.
“I wonder if her ass goes the same pretty red when she’s spanked?” Rob stepped forward, circling her in a few easy paces, his thoughtful gaze raking over her entire body then returning to linger on her butt.
She lifted her arms helplessly, a silent appeal no one seemed too inclined to answer. Her nipples pebbled, and another gush of that telltale fluid trickled down her leg. Awful as it was to admit, she liked the way they were looking at her, almost like they really were considering which was the best way to go about consuming a wonderful three-course meal. She smiled inwardly. There she went with those food analogies again…
Though, maybe it wasn’t such a bad comparison after all. If she was a three-course meal, well, they’d only just had the starter—which left mains and dessert still to be sampled.
And the way Nate’s eyes were heating up again, those flames swelling to drown the chocolate brown in fathomless black, it looked like he was ready for the next installment. Actually, so was she. Standing here naked in front of them, she was feeling very, well…naked.
She wanted more. Nate had been right—she was a much more sexual being than she’d ever given herself credit for. Now she was standing here with three men who all looked liked they’d happily fuck her until her brains scrambled and, surprisingly, that was what she wanted. She wanted to feel them inside her, filling her and stretching her. Sebastian’s thick fingers had been nice, but ‘nice’ wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted hot and dirty. She wanted Nate to the power of three.
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