by Dizzy Hooper
Hot jets of come shoot into me, and I've never felt so good. So alive.
His orgasm seems to go on forever. Each new flood of seed prolongs the life of my climax, until I'm a shuddering mess of pleasure.
Finally, his pace slows. He withdraws and slides home one last time and stills. For a moment, the world goes silent as I lie there with my new lover deep inside.
But not for long.
A hot hand caresses my cheek, sweeping my sweaty hair out of my face.
I open my eyes, and Colt is there. His gaze is searing.
And the fire inside me screams right back to life.
Chapter 14
These men are in perfect unison. No one has fought over me, despite the fact that I'm a young, female shifter in the thrall of my season, desperate to be mated. I smell like sweat and sex and come, and all three males' scents are sharpened by the primal, sexual urge to fuck.
Colt has waited the longest, but he doesn't shove Landen off of me. His movements are precise, though, his slipping hold on his own self-control written on his tight brows and the pinch of his lips. In the lines of corded muscle, all bunched and ready for a fight.
But he waits, his hand on my face as I lie there, draped over the arm of the couch, recovering from being fucked by someone else.
Finally, Landen withdraws. I whine as he slips free. More come leaks out of me. Landen leans down to press a kiss to the back of my neck, right near the mark he left on my skin. His teeth marks on my throat feel like they're glowing. He slides his hand down my spine, then steps away.
Colt gathers me in his arms. He pulls me into his lap on the couch that Landen and I just defiled. I shiver as I huddle into his unbearable heat. His strength and bulk, his steady quiet presence—they make me feel so safe.
Pulling me tighter against him, he crushes my face to his throat. I breathe him in. His woodsy scent is gasoline on the fire in my womb. I moan and part my lips, sucking on his skin, and he groans.
"You okay?" he breathes. He sneaks his hand to my bottom and slips a couple of fingers along the swollen line of my lower lips. "Not too sore?"
I flex inside, and yeah, I'll be feeling this tomorrow. But I'm nowhere close to done.
By way of answer, I kiss higher up his throat. He tastes so good, like male need and blood-hot flesh. I meet the darkness of his gaze. "Take me," I beg. "Need you—"
He crushes his mouth to mine, and I go to water in his arms.
There's something about him that tells me I can let go. He'll buoy me up and care for me when I can't care for myself. I let myself go limp.
With intense purpose, he rearranges us, lying me out across the cushions of the couch. I'm loose and easy in his grasp, but my breathing is rapid, anticipation building inside me where I'm raw and desperate for his fat cock. He looks at me with a singular focus to his gaze. He trails his fingertips down the center of my body. Between my heaving breasts and over my abdomen.
He pauses for a second there, heat flashing in his eyes as he pets my belly, and a wave of heat blooms within. He must be thinking about filling me up, about a day in the not too distant future when my birth control will be a forgotten memory and my season will truly be theirs. When they'll breed me and fill me up with their pups, and I want it. So badly.
A whine of need escapes my lips. He darts his gaze up to mine, and his nostrils flare as another gush of slick coats my pussy, making me even wetter, even readier to get fucked.
His fingertips slide lower, lower. He brushes past my clit with only the most glancing of touches, then dips just inside. His gaze is riveted to the place where his fingers disappear inside my body. They're not enough, though. I clench down around them, and he slides them out, then in again.
"Please," I whisper. "I'm so empty."
"You want to be full, baby?"
"Yes, please…"
"You're so open." He presses in with another finger, and that's better. The fourth is a surprise, though. I gasp but take it. A growl builds low in his throat. "That's right. Think you could take my whole hand?"
A frisson of fear makes me shiver, but it only adds to the thrill.
He doesn't press me for an answer. "Someday," he promises me. "Gonna lick you out, let everyone fuck you, then gonna push in. Fuck you with my fist. You'll feel so full. Like you're splitting open."
He teases me with his thumb nudging against my opening, but he stops just sort of breaching me any further. I can't decide if his withdrawal is a disappointment or a relief. It's probably unhealthy that already I want so badly to please these men. I want to be what they want to be, want my body to do for them whatever they ask of it.
Because I know. Conviction fills me—they'll take care of me. I'll give them anything, and they'll give me limitless pleasure in exchange.
It still doesn't stop me from sucking in a breath when his slick fingers dip lower. He runs one over my asshole, and I shudder.
"Or maybe here. Would you like that? Have you ever touched yourself here?"
I shake my head, breathless, but all of a sudden I want it. Want these men where no one—not even me—has ever been.
"You'll love it." As if to prove his point, he rubs the tight muscle there. It feels strange and good all at the same time. "If you love a cock in your pussy, you're going to love one here. Maybe one of us in each of them—"
I high, needy noise escapes me, and my pussy and ass both clench with desire. Just thinking about it has me close.
He gathers up more of my juices on his other fingers, then circles my lower entrance again.
"Want a sneak preview?" he asks.
"Yes, yes, please."
Thank God he doesn't make me spell things out the way that Grady likes to. Instead, he just presses forward.
It's only one finger, but it feels like the four he had in my pussy a minute ago. The intensity of the stretch has me panting.
And then he starts to move. He fucks his finger in and out of my ass until it's easy, and then he's back with another finger, and oh—a sharp moment of pain makes me freeze, but my body gives, like it's just as eager to please my new mate as the rest of me is.
"Beautiful," he groans, pushing deeper.
And it feel so good, but my pussy is screaming. My season, combined with a fresh bond and my first ever mating has me going out of my mind. I clench down around nothing and let a hurt noise escape my lips.
"Are you—"
"It's okay, it's okay." My eyes, which had apparently slipped closed, snap open. I reach for his hand, holding him inside me, dragging him deeper. "Just—your cock—"
I look at it. The tip is dripping, and I want it so bad.
It dips, bobbing as it flexes. "Yeah?"
"I need—"
"I know what you need."
He withdraws his fingers after all, and then I'm empty in two places instead of one, and I could scream. Except then he's throwing my legs wide. He kneels up on the couch between them. With one hand on the back of each of my thighs, he spreads me wide. I'm all but folded in half, my knees near my ears, my hungry pussy ready for him.
Then he folds one of my legs over his shoulder.
Fitting his the huge bulk of his body there makes me feel crowded in, but also possessed. The hand he's freed up retreats back to my ass. His thumb slips through the mess Grady and Landen and I have made of my pussy, getting nice and wet, and then it's there. He pushes it into my ass, and I flinch at the stretch, but then it's good. So good.
Even better when he shifts his hips. He drags his huge, thick cock over my clit and back. Then he nudges forward.
He slides in so slow. Every inch feels like a foot. Every movement is so intense. I'm unbearable sensitive after being taken twice, and the pressure in my ass only heightens the feeling of desperate fullness.
But then he's there, buried to the hilt inside me. His eyes clench shut, ecstasy engraved on every line of his face. He flexes inside me, and I feel it.
"Heaven," he rumbles.
His eyes drift o
pen, and they pierce me, pinning me in place as effectively as his hand on my thigh or his weight driving me down into the couch.
Holding my gaze, he rocks back and forth. Somehow, it's not the careful love-making Grady gave me, and it's definitely not the frenetic fuck I got from Landen. It's something different—something just like Colt. Quiet. Strong. Perfect.
For the longest time, he fucks me in long, slow strokes that clearly test his control, but he doesn't speed up. Doesn't stop. His thumb remains a relentless pressure in my ass that only makes everything better.
The orgasm starting to gather builds slowly, but already I can tell it's going to be massive. As it grows, it eclipses the rest of my senses. Tunnel vision narrows my sight until all I can see are his black eyes and sinful mouth. All I can hear is his breath.
All I can feel is the way he's taking me apart.
And when it hits, blackness swamps me. It's a climax like thunder, like a hundred storm clouds all erupting at once, and I'm lost to it. Everything is darkness and pleasure.
Until one sharp point of sensation.
I flail out, grasping the back of his neck as he makes his claiming bite, and he's so close. I twist my neck and somehow manage to get my lips on his throat.
The bond flares through us, tying us together forever, and my blood sings.
Each new bite was a new level of ecstasy, but this somehow takes them all and wraps them up in golden cords. Three. Three bonding marks. Three mates.
I light up inside, and then he's groaning. His teeth slip free from my flesh, and he drives his hips home one last time. He empties himself into me with a roar, shaking through his climax.
I crow again. Three. Three perfect males' seed filling me until I'm overflowing.
Triumph makes my chest feel as open as my sex. I snap my eyelids open and stare at the ceiling.
But I don't see white plaster.
I see the image Colt gave me, only moments ago. Of one male in my ass and another in my pussy, and my mouth floods with saliva, knowing where another could go.
Three. Three men and three fat cocks.
And forget that I've just been fucked within an inch of my life. That my body is still vibrating with the strength of my climax, my throat bleeding from being claimed by my mates. That one of them is still inside me right now.
I want more.
I need more.
Chapter 15
My need for my new mates hits a fever pitch. I clench down around Colt's softening cock, pulling another moan and a last spurt of come from him. With one hand, I draw his face to mine. I kiss him savagely, and he kisses right back.
With my other hand, I flail out to the side. Someone sees my need. A hand closes around mine, and I haul its owner in. Colt releases my mouth, and I drag my other mate close. It's Landen. I'm beyond language now, my mind broken by the urgency of my season. I'm just a body, just flesh and wetness and an insatiable hunger for these men. I tug on Landen's hand. When he's close enough, I grasp him by the back of the neck instead.
Landen's kiss is heated and demanding, his desire a match for my own. I drag my hand down the length of his naked body until I find his cock, standing hard and ready. I curl my fingers around it and give a stroke that has him panting into my mouth and groping my breast. And it's still not enough.
I push him away from my mouth and search the room in a panic.
"I'm right here, baby." Grady's voice is a low rumble from somewhere above me.
Gratitude and relief flood me. I wave him closer, and he comes. Leaning over the back of the sofa, he puts his mouth on mine. He's trying to slow me down, protecting me all over again, but that's not what I want.
"In me," I moan. "Need you."
"Take a second. Breathe."
"No—" Doesn't he understand. "Can't. Fire." The sexual frenzy is a flame scorching me from the inside.
It's never been like this before. I've spent ten lonely seasons with no relief but my own hand and a box of silicone toys, and spending your season with a male is supposed to make it better, but it's not.
Except it is. God, it's never been like this before. I might have wrung half a dozen orgasms from my unsatisfied body during my previous heats, and I've had twice that in a matter of hours, each of them earth-shattering. Life-changing. Being bred like this by these males—by my mates—is a the best thing to ever happen to me.
But it's sending me spiraling into a cycle of need, and don't know when—or if—it will ever be enough.
Jesus, what if it never is? What if all I'm good for now for the rest of my life is lying on my back with my legs spread, wanton and desperate for cock?
No. No. I'm reaching a peak, but I can also see the summit ahead of me. Exhaustion looms. I just need a little more.
I need this.
"Fuck me," I beg, gripping Grady by the hair and tugging hard. "Once more. Please. I need it. Take me."
He gentles me the way one might an animal. "Okay, baby, okay…"
"No—" Because I can see what he thinks I need. One more gentle mating to settle me, when what I want is nearly the opposite. "Fuck me. Hard. You. All of you."
Colt growls, and Landen sucks in a breath. Grady stills against my lips.
He pulls away by a fraction, just far enough that we can look each other in the eyes. "You know what you're asking for, sweetheart?"
"Yes. I know." I swing my gaze wildly toward Colt. "What you said. I want it. I'm ready."
"Is she?" Grady grits out.
Oh, and I can see it now. He's acting like he wants to take it slow and keep me from hurting myself—and he does. But he wants this, too. He wants it rough and dirty and animalistic. He wants to ravage me, and he wants his packmates to do it, too.
Euphoria bubbles up inside me. But I look to Colt, who slips his thumb back into my ass. He's not as gentle this time, and it's sharp, but I take it.
"Yeah," he grunts. "We can get her there."
Grady pins me with his stare. "You sure about this?"
"More sure than I've ever been about anything."
"Come on, then." Grady nods, a silent command.
Landen reaches for me. Colt pulls out with both his thumb and his cock. The emptiness is unbearable, but I fight to keep myself from begging. I don't fight as Landen lowers me down to the floor again. Grady is there, and I drape myself over him.
"Here, baby." He drags me to his mouth, and I go so willingly.
His kiss is steady and strong. He supports me, holds me up. Hands on my legs spread me until I'm straddling my alpha's hips.
And then—oh, fuck, yes. They lower me onto that perfect cock. It slides in so easily. I'm wet and open. The whole pack's come slicks the way, sliding around my lips and down Grady's giant cock.
Only when I'm seated on him to the hilt do I feel some measure of relief. Full again, I seal my mouth over his. I start to fuck myself on him, but his hands are iron shackles on my hips. He slows me to a gentle rocking, and I hate this. I need him.
"Shh." And then his hands are moving, grabbing me by the globes of my ass. He spreads them.
A shudder of elicit pleasure hums through me. I asked for this, and yet I'm scandalized by it. Someone settles in behind me—Colt. His scent and his bulk both give him away, and of course it's him. Of course. He's the one who gazed at me with that dirty intensity, the one who wants to fist me and put his dick in my ass. Of course he would be the one to kiss my neck and slide his fingers through my crack.
"You got it?" he asks. He's not talking to me.
Landen replies, "Here."
I twist my head around to see Landen handing him a bottle of lube, and I shudder. Right. I don't know how this works, but even I know enough to understand that that's important. Forget that my pussy is dripping slick all down my thighs.
There's the snick of a bottle cap, and then cool fingers on my heated skin. They circle my back entrance as Grady sucks hot kisses into my throat. I steel myself.
Colt hand presses into the center of my back, ste
adying me.
His fingers inside me feel even bigger than they did before. He slides in with two right off the bat. With Grady filling me up from the front, the stretch is overwhelming. I focus on the pleasure of Grady rocking gently into me, the scrape of his muscular chest against my aching nipples, the heat of his mouth over my new bonding marks. They're already healing, but they sparkle with warmth with every lick.
Colt presses in another finger, and I squeeze my eyes shut tight. It feels good and like too much. Thank God my season has me completely now. It makes my body loose, prepares me to get fucked. The endorphins erase the pain and soreness and leave me dizzy with desire, and I take him. He fucks his fingers in and out of my ass, and Grady slides his cock deeper into me.
"Feel good?" Colt asks.
"So good. Don't stop."
"Not gonna. Don't worry about it." He thrusts harder with his fingers, and sparks dance across my vision. He leans in, putting his lips to my ear. "Can't wait to fuck you here. You're so tight, so perfect. Gonna squeeze my cock so good. Can't wait to fill your ass with my come—"
I can't hear the rest. A sudden orgasm consumes me, burning me from the inside out. The pressure in my ass goes sharper—oh God, is he stuffing more into me? But then, as my head clears, he withdraws. My asshole clenches, achingly empty, but then he's back.
And those aren't his fingers.
I rear back. Grady's hands on my hips steady me. Colt has a grip on my thigh and another on my shoulder as he lines up.
"You ready, baby?" Grady asks.
I nod, breathing fast. I stare into his eyes like they're the only things grounding me to this earth, and maybe they are.
The first nudge of Colt's cock into my ass sends lightning roaring up my spine. Sudden panic overtakes me. I can't do this. It's impossible.
But he's slow. He's patient. With little grunts, he opens me with his cock.