by Dizzy Hooper
"Oh." Sharp desire twists inside.
"You saved yourself for us," he pants.
The truth of it washes over me.
My season began the year I turned eighteen. I've spent ten lonely weeks huddled up in a the guest house on my father's estate, screaming with need, trying and failing to satisfy the desperate ache with a bit of silicone jammed uselessly up inside, my fingers sore with the effort of bringing myself to one disappointing climax after another. I could have found someone to help me through it, but I never did. Never wanted to. Because I was…
"Waiting for you," I whine. I open my eyes to Landen and Colt's starving stares. "Waiting for all of you."
And I know in the depths of my heart that it's true.
Jaw flexing, Landen puts his hand on my cheek. "We are going to take such good care of you."
And they don't leave me a moment to doubt it.
Landen's mouth seals itself to mine again as Grady resumes his position between my thighs. Colt plays my breasts like an instrument, pulling little licks of heat from them with his mouth and hands, and I give myself over to the pleasure.
It intensifies a hundred fold as Grady spreads my lower lips with his thumbs and blows cool air over my overheated core.
"It's not going to be easy to take us," he warns.
"I know, I don't care." I want the stretch, want to be stuffed full of them.
"I'm going to get you ready with my mouth. Gonna eat you out so good, stretch you with my fingers. Gonna make you come until you're screaming and loose."
I pulse, halfway to screaming already. "Yeah—"
"And then I'm not going to stop. Not until you're begging for my cock, and only then. Then I'm going to spread you out. Shove inside. Fuck, you're so tight. I can't wait to feel your virgin pussy squeezing me."
Landen moans into my mouth, as if he can't wait, either. Colt bites down on my breast.
Grady's gaze sears into me. "Tell me you want that. Tell me."
I pull away from Landen, gasping for breath. "I do."
Grady shakes his head. "Tell me exactly what you want."
"What you said. Your mouth. Your fingers. Stretch me out so I can take you."
"And then?"
"Fuck me."
"Fuck you where?"
God, what is he doing? I lose it.
"My tight little pussy. My virgin cunt. Do it. Take it. Be the first." I clench inside, so close already. I rake my hand through Colt's hair and stroke Landen's chest. "The first and the second and the third. Please—"
A sultry smirk curls Grady's mouth. "With pleasure."
He spreads me wide and digs in.
Chapter 12
Dear, God. How is it even possible for a body to feel this good? Without shame or reservation, Grady buries his face in my pussy. His nose drags up and down my slit before circling my clit, and then he presses his tongue inside. He flicks it there, back and forth in a drumming rhythm that only makes me hungrier.
With a slurping sound that mortifies and turns me on at the same time, he parts from my entrance to press two fingers inside. I wince at the stretch but welcome him in, and within seconds, the pleasure overwhelms everything else. His fingers slide in and out and in and out, and then his mouth fits over my clit. I gasp, my head falling back as liquid lightning flies up my spine.
Apparently, that's the cue for the other two to resume their assault on the rest of my body. While Grady eats me out, Landen moves to my breast, licking and biting at my tight nipples as Colt takes possession of my lips. I scrabble, wanting to touch everywhere—and everyone—at once. My hands connect with the short hairs at the nape of Landen's neck, the hard muscle of Colt's back and the smooth skin on Grady's shoulder, and my head spins. My every nerve is alight, sparkling with pleasure, but it's too much. I can't focus on any one thing. I feel like I'm hurtling toward something too big to name, only it remains elusive, rushing past me.
Then Grady lifts his head. With a growl, he rumbles, "Come for us."
Everything clicks into place.
I've never had an orgasm with a man before, much less three, but if it's anything like this, I never want to have one alone again. Climax grabs me by my spine and pulls. My body turns inside out, pleasure flowing in every direction at once, and they're all there, riding me through it. I bite down on Colt's lip, too hard, but he holds me to this earth with his steadiness, while Landen brings me to another plane of existence with his mouth on my tit, and Grady…
Grady slows the motion of his tongue and presses deep with his fingers. He must shove another in. The stretch intensifies, but I take it, I was made to take it.
I spasm and soar, and just when I'm about to fall crashing back to earth, Grady speeds up again.
My eyes fly open. I can't possibly, I'm too sensitive, it's too soon. But this pack of males doesn't seem to care.
A hysterical laugh bubbles in my throat.
They weren't kidding. This is exactly what Grady promised, only I didn't realize then that it was a threat. He told me he would make me come over and over, until I was stretched out and open and ready for his enormous cock, that he wouldn't fuck me until I begged. I'm only one orgasm in, and already the plea rises to my throat.
But he doesn't even give me time to draw breath.
With another flick of his tongue, he has me shattering again, too soon, but it's still so good.
Just like the last time, they're relentless. They keep me flying, and any other time of the year, this might kill me, but I'm fully in the throes of my season now. I can come and come and come, and I do.
Time goes sideways on me for a while. It's a haze of lips and hands, sweat and the slick heat between my thighs, gushing over Grady's hands and mouth and onto the floor. I have no idea how many times he makes me come, but my womb is twisted in on itself, and yet it's still not enough.
And then I can't take it anymore.
I tear myself from Colt's mouth, and grasp Grady by the hair. He looks up at me, golden eyes framed by my shaking thighs, and if I live to be a hundred, I will never stop seeing that glorious, sexy image in my mind.
Our gazes connect.
"Please," I beg. "Please."
Because these men have brought me to heights of pleasure I have never even dreamed of before, but I'm unsatisfied.
This is my season. It's biological imperative, driving me to be bred, to be taken.
To be fucked.
He licks his slick, wet lips. "Tell me what you want."
"Your cock," I whine. "Please, God, I need it, fuck me, please."
His eyes flash dark.
Landen and Colt can't seem to get out of his way fast enough. Even I can't process the speed with which this alpha moves. One second, he's lying between my legs, the next he's on top of me. I have an instant to mourn the loss of his hands, and then he's reaching between us, tearing a his pants, pushing them down.
I crow, victorious as his massive hard-on springs free. The hot, hard flesh hits my leg. He slides it over my cleft, getting it wet with my juices, and then it's there, the blunt, wide head pressing right up against my entrance. He's going in bare, and I welcome it. He would never put me at risk, never bring me any harm.
I suck in a breath in anticipation.
He pushes in with just the tip, and my entire body arches. Jesus, he feels even bigger than he looks—I didn't think that was possible. I feel like I'm being torn in two, but he's there. He kisses me sloppy and deep, my slickness on his lips.
"Take me," he breathes. "You can do it, you're so good, so tight. You were meant for this. Let me in—need you so bad."
I dig my nails into his spine as he fucks me open. "Need you. Need it, please."
"Shhh…"
But I do. I need his cock and his come. I need him to ruin me. Frantic, I tilt my hips up into his strokes, and it sends him so much deeper. He groans, a pained noise.
Tendons stand out on his neck like tree trunks, restraint written on every inch of him as he fights to take me gent
ly.
Only I don't want gentle. I want it all, want it now.
"Grady," I groan. "Alpha—"
That's what sends him over the edge. His eyes roll back in his head as he finally shoves the rest of the way inside. His hips meet mine, and God, I'm so full. I can barely see, can't hear anything but the sound of his voice as he tells me I'm good, I feel so good, I'm taking him so well, my tight cunt was made for him.
And it feels just like that. Like this body and this hungry, needy pussy were built just for him. For his pack. For their cocks.
Because I'm not a virgin anymore. I'm here, wanton and ripe, with a man deep inside me, with two more waiting to take his place and fuck me hard.
The sound of chanting pleas break into my awareness, but it takes a second for me to realize they're coming from my own lips.
"Please," I beg. "Fuck me, fuck me so hard, fill me up—"
Then all the air is punched out of me as he gets his arms under my back and pulls. I scream as he sits up, taking me with him until he's sitting on his haunches. I'm astride him, impaled, ripped open with his thick length inside me.
He's so much taller than me, but it doesn't matter. In this position, we're face to face, even as our bodies are joined in the most intimate way two bodies can be. He breathes into my mouth. Licks past my lips with his tongue.
"Go on," he urges. "Take what you need."
What I need is his come.
Desperate for it, I rise up on my knees and slam myself back down as hard as I can. Stars explode behind my eyes, agony and ecstasy, and I can't get enough.
He puts his hands on my hips. Brushes his lips over my cheek and pants into my ear, "That's it, baby, ride me. Make yourself come on my cock."
And just like that, I'm there. Orgasm barrels down on me like a semi, out of control.
When it hits, it's even better than the ones he gave me with his mouth. I'm so full, stuffed tight with cock. I explode, and my pussy ripples and contracts around him.
And then he's the one in control again. His hands lift and lower me. He's using me like a sex toy, stroking his cock with my body, and I'm still coming, and then he groans.
"Tell me you want it. My seed. My claim. My bite."
My orgasm, petering out, flares back to life, a new wave that nearly has me blacking out, it hits with such force.
My throat burns. I want his mark, his life so much.
"Yes." I tilt my head to the side, baring tender flesh to him. "All of it, give me—"
His teeth clamp down on my throat, and I come again. Warm honey flows into my veins, and I'm nothing but sensation now. A body, owned and held and fucked.
A mate. Being taken by my mate.
I shove his mouth away and sink my own teeth into his throat. The taste of copper explodes on my tongue, and I drink it in, and he cries out.
Heat pours into my insides as he orgasms inside me, filling me with hot come. I feel it flowing into my womb, and he fucks it in there. Wet and sticky, it slides between us, dripping down my battered thighs.
I release my jaw and draw back, looking my own, perfect mate in the eyes.
Love washes over me. The most intense, impossible love.
And every ounce of it is reflected back at me.
I lean in and kiss him, but just as it starts to heat up, just as my hips begin to rock into his again, seeking more, he pushes me away.
His body slips from mine, and I let out a sound that is pure loss.
Only then he's turning me. Lifting me. Offering me up.
And my other two mates stand there, giant cocks erect and ready.
But not as ready as I am.
Chapter 13
Landen moves first. I anticipate it—that's how he is. Eager and impetuous, young. He speaks up when maybe he shouldn't, and the others put him in his place.
But even Colt, who's been the one to give him chastising looks all day, whose dark eyes are all but black with lust, allows Landen to step forward. He reaches for me. Grady's hands on my hips help to keep me steady when my fucked-out legs threaten to give.
Landen swoops me up into his arms. His sleek swimmer's build is all smooth skin and perfect, stream-lined muscle as I wrap myself around him. With a hand on my ass, he hoists me up, carrying me as if I weigh nothing. I hook my heels behind his back, and cling to his neck. His cock is huge and scorching where it's squeezed between us, and I want it here, now, yesterday. I've already come a dozen times, and I'm literally dripping with his alpha's seed, but I still need more.
It's only a handful of steps, but he gets me to the wall and slams me into it. I groan at the impact. I'm sandwiched between the wood panelling and the solid plane of his body. His mouth crashes into mine, and I let him in immediately.
Grady's kisses while we were making love were hot but slow. He spent the whole time making sure I was okay. He took my virginity, was the first man to every be inside me, so it was right. I'm grateful for his care.
Landen has none of that patience, though.
His kisses are starving. They said they'd shared women before, but I have a sneaking suspicion that Landen hasn't had that many conquests. He's skillful enough, no fumbling virgin, but his eagerness betrays that this isn't exactly old hat for him.
I love it. Love the way he loves running his hands over my curves, love the intensity of his lips as they search mine.
Between kisses, he mumbles a litany of desire. "Can't believe you're here. Our mate, our own perfect, perfect mate. God, I need—can I—?"
"Yeah, yes, I need it."
My pussy clenches, empty around nothing, and it could be squeezing his enormous dick right now, why isn't he in me?
He doesn't need any further encouragement. He fits his palms to the backs of my thighs, supporting me and spreading me. Another line of Grady's seed slips out of me, but if it bothers Landen, he doesn't give any sign of it. He rubs his cock through the wetness smeared all over my sex, Grady's come and my own natural lubrication.
I'm pinned, helpless against the wall. My breasts heave with the rapid pace of my breathing.
Because, although I'm at this man's mercy, the moment he locks gazes with me, I feel like I have all the power in the world. I nod.
And just like that, he slams inside.
I throw my head back at the utter ecstasy of being filled again. His cock is a little thinner than Grady's but just as long. It reaches so deep into me, and he doesn't bother with the slow lead up.
His hips start jack hammering into me right away. With every battering thrust, the base of his cock massages my clit, and I'm on fire, desperate.
"Yes, yes, God, please," I ramble, holding on for dear life.
He fucks into me faster. The sounds of wet, rough sex fill the place as his hips slap against mine over and over. He slides one of his hands toward my center, still gripping me tight, keeping me up. But his thumb sneaks in between us and lands right on my clit.
And I'm done. I howl with my climax, a bright sparkling orgasm that sweeps my vision to white. Landen fucks me through it.
But the instant it starts to subside, he pulls out.
"No," I protest.
I need his seed, need him to breed me.
I should never have doubted him.
In one swift move, he peels me from the wall and turns me. Somehow we're at the side of the couch. He throws me over the arm of it, and a thrill of shame and desperate need makes me flush head to toe.
I'm bent in half, the arm of the couch digging into my abdomen. I shift my weak legs until I have them firmly planted on the ground, except then Landen takes them each in hand. He spreads me, forcing my legs wide to make room for him.
"Yeah, just like that," he groans.
And what a picture I must make. I collapse forward, bracing myself on my forearms on the couch. My ass is in the air, my puffy, swollen, dripping pussy on display, my legs spread.
Landen slots himself in behind me. He palms my ass with one hand, then gives the opposite cheek a good hard sla
p with the other. The impact ripples through me. I close my eyes and moan.
Unceremoniously, he drives back in. He's the first to take me from behind, and Jesus. This is any shifter female's dream—at least in her season. To be bent over, to present herself for breading, to be taken.
Immediately, he resumes his punishing pace. He hits so deep like this, every thrust jamming him into my G-spot. My throat hums. I'm one continuous moan now, my voice punctuated by the jabs of his thrusts. I close my eyes and give myself over to it.
But just when I'm on the edge of losing myself, he wraps his hand in my long hair and yanks.
My head jerks up, my eyes snapping open.
And oh, God. I'm here, getting fucked within an inch of my life, but I'm not alone.
Grady is sprawled across a chair, watching with keen eyes. His neck is decorated with a thin smear of blood from my bite, and the mark on my throat from his claim burns. He's loose with satisfaction, but his cock is still rock hard. A male mating with a woman in her season has a hormonal response that allows his body to keep up with hers. Marathon sex sessions like this aren't uncommon, and clearly, my new alpha is up to the challenge.
He's going to have to wait his turn to have another go at me, though.
Colt stands opposite me, his thick cock an angry red, almost purple with the strength of his need. He's staring at me. His knuckles are white where they're curled into the fabric of the couch. My battered womb throbs.
"You see?" Landen pants into my ear, hips still going. "See how much they want you? How happy we are to have you?"
The truth of it rocks me, a shimmer of gold that coats my spine. "Yes."
"They love you, we love you, I love you. We've waited for you for so long."
And they have me.
"Mate," I moan.
Apparently, that's his cue. He wrenches my head to the side.
His teeth sink into my skin with all the potency of Grady's. A new shimmering hum sets up beneath my skin, and I'm scrabbling at him. It's impossible at this angle, but I turn, opening my jaw.
In the end, he's the one to place his throat between my teeth. I bite down hard, and the bond seals into place, and I come so hard I can't breathe. He fucks me even faster for a moment, until I swear my body's going to get ripped apart, and then he tenses, swearing, and my pussy clamps down around him, milking him for his release.