by Dizzy Hooper
I can take my time a little, rocking over my mate, feeling the pleasure of his body in mine.
"That's it," Colt rumbles. "Take what you need."
"You," I pant. "Just you."
Colt shakes his head, cupping my face in his hands. "You've always got me."
Love blooms in my heart, even as sexual hunger grows between my legs.
For the longest time, we keep our steady pace. I move over him, enjoying the feel of him, letting the pleasure grow.
But far too soon, it's too much.
A deeper, more primal needs spikes inside me. My heat drives me out of my mind. Maybe I could go for slow and easy forever, but my womb wants every one of my mates dripping from me before it will be satisfied.
Letting out a little whimper, I brace myself with my hands on Colt's shoulders. I get my legs under me and start to ride him in earnest, slapping my body down onto his and taking him deep.
"Baby," Colt groans. Grasping my hips, he helps me bounce on his huge cock. My breasts still spill from the top of my bra. He gets one in his mouth and sucks on the sensitive tip. Lightning shoots through me.
"God--please--" I grab one of his hands and put his thumb on my clit.
Without needing any more instruction, he rubs hard. I drop myself down onto him another half dozen times.
My orgasm this time melts over me, turning me to liquid in my mate's arms. Colt swears as I pulse around him. He thrusts his hips up and yanks me down.
His cock jerks, sending a thick spurt of seed hurtling into me. The liquid heat makes me moan. I shove his head back and kiss his mouth, licking his pleasure from his tongue as he fills my pussy.
A new level of satisfaction washes over me.
But I'm still not done.
Neither is my third mate.
Colt and I are barely finished before I feel Landen's heat blanketing my spine. I groan as he tugs my head to the side. He seals his lips to mine. I shiver as I realize he's already naked behind me. Colt is still buried in my cunt, but Landen presses his hot, bare cock to my rear.
Electricity hums through me.
I've come four times already. I've been fucked twice; two males' seed is gushing out of me.
But I'm still starving.
"Breed me," I rasp into Landen's mouth.
"Happily."
He tugs me back. Colt's cock slips free, but I only have a second to register that emptiness before Landen is slamming home.
I bite down on Landen's tongue, digging my nails into Colt's shoulders.
This is so dirty--but it's far less obscene than some of the things I've let my mates do to me before. They've all taken me at once, filled every one of my holes with their thick cocks. They've fucked me over and over and over again.
I want to laugh.
Because God--
We've been so busy since the triplets were born. But we've been given such a gift this week.
We have no responsibilities. Nothing we have to do and no one we have to care for.
Just time.
Just the space to be. To love and fuck and kiss and breed.
The freedom of it lights me up inside. I know I'll miss my children the moment the fog of lust fades, but they're in good hands.
And I'm in the best fucking hands in the world.
Clearly impatient after waiting his turn, Landen takes me fast and hard. I arch and twist into his movements, working myself in counterpoint to his thrusts. Every retreat has him withdrawing until his crown is barely inside, only to slam back home, filling me to the breaking point.
When I hit it again, I scream.
"Landen!" I shatter exquisitely, the pleasure almost too much to bear.
"Jess--"
Landen fucks into me so fast it's a blur. Everything is just sensation and the desperate need for his come to join the molten mix inside me. I strain and brace myself, holding myself up under his punishing rhythm.
Until finally he tenses.
When he comes, it triggers another, final moment of bliss within me. Hot fluid fills me up, and I squeeze down, trying to hold it all inside.
But it's too much. It always is.
These perfect males, my wonderful, amazing, incredible mates...
They overwhelm me. Time after time.
Day after day.
With any luck--year after year.
Always.
Chapter 3
It takes a few minutes for me to get my breath back after being claimed by each of my mates in turn. As I recover, Landen stays buried deep inside me, kissing the back of my neck and caressing my hips and sides. Colt is just as patient beneath me. I slowly, lazily suck at his lips and tongue while I try to come down from my high.
Eventually, my knees can't take any more, though.
With a regretful sigh, I pull away from Colt's mouth and nudge Landen backward with my hips. His cock slips free, sending a gush of fluid pouring out of me. My pussy flexes, a filthy shiver humming through me. The evidence of our mating only makes me yearn to do it again.
But I don't need to. The combination of a half-dozen orgasms and three thick loads of my mates' seed has calmed my raging hormones. The fog of desperate arousal has thinned.
I smile to myself as I stand. I'd almost forgotten how nice this part feels. Heat is an overwhelming experience for a female shifter, full of carnal need. Before I was bonded, I only felt the sharp, bitter ache of it.
With three virile males to help me through it, though, there's a sweetness to the rhythm. They fuck me hard when I need them to, then pamper me through the lulls, when my brain is clear, my skin warm but not on fire.
Landen steps back, collapsing onto a leather recliner beside the couch we've just defiled.
Grady appears at my side, offering me his hand--and a towel.
I accept it from him gratefully. As Colt cleans himself and tucks his softened cock away, I wipe up the mess between my legs. Grady produces my robe for me--seemingly out of nowhere, but clearly he pulled it out of my bag while I was busy getting fucked by my other two mates. I shrug it on, reveling in the softness.
"Come on," my alpha urges me.
He leads me to the kitchen area. In various states of undress, Colt and Landen follow.
I raise a brow, taking in the assortment of meats and cheeses and fruits and bread my alpha has laid out. "You've been busy."
"Not really." No matter how much Grady demurs, I can feel the tickle of pride in his tone. He's happy to be caring for his female.
And we've all been so busy and tired recently. Here in the midst of my season, I'm more than happy to sit back and allow myself to be cared for.
Tucking my robe beneath me, I sit down at the table, surveying my options before selecting a few slices of turkey and some grapes. Landen sets some water down at my elbow, and I sip at it gratefully. The cool liquid feels good on my parched throat.
My mates sit with me, making up plates of their own. That's smart. My heat has only just begun. They'll need all their strength to keep up with me these next few days.
Thinking about it makes me tingle in the empty place between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together beneath the table, enjoying the simmering hum of arousal.
Colt catches it, reaching over to put a hand on my knee. He shoots me a dirty grin, but there's a crease of concern between his brows, too. "You feeling okay?"
"I feel amazing, honestly."
"Good," Grady says.
"I'd almost forgotten..."
Landen brushes the back of his knuckle against my wrist as I trail off. Shrugging, I focus my gaze on the grape I've plucked from its stem. I roll it between my fingers, just as I roll over what I'm going to say in my mind.
"My last season..." I begin.
A satisfied sound rumbles in my mates' throats.
"That was really something," Landen says.
"Understatement," Colt agrees.
Mere weeks before I was due to go into heat, my mates and I decided we were ready to begin our family. I had jus
t enough time to go off my birth control.
The ensuing days of passion were unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. I was insatiable, desperate to be pumped full of my mates' come. Knowing we were trying to conceive only made the sexual frenzy more intense. I kept imagining their seed taking root inside me, kept picturing growing fat with their pups.
In the end, that's exactly what happened, and the joy we've shared has almost felt too good to be true.
None of us hesitated about me going back on birth control. Three pups have kept us jumping. No way we're ready for more already.
Hell, this is the first time we've had more than a few hours to ourselves since they were born, and it's just...
Nice.
I pop my grape in my mouth and meet each of my mates' gazes in turn. "Is it bad to say that I'm enjoying it not being like that this time?"
Landen strokes the back of my hand, while Colt squeezes my knee. Across the table from me, Grady shakes his head. "Of course not."
"I mean, I really, really enjoyed being out of my head with wanting to be bred last time. But there's no pressure now."
"It's okay to want to take our time," Grady assures me.
"To just enjoy it," Landen agrees.
I look to Colt, and the same affirmation sparks his dark eyes.
There's something else in his gaze, too, though. It takes me a second to sort out what it is.
Relief.
My heart pangs. Of course. Colt was the most uncertain about us having children. He'd experienced so much loss in his life--all of my mates have. He was worried about losing me. About having pups, only to have to worry about losing them, too.
He came around in the end, and he's just as wonderful and doting of a father as any of my mates.
But I'm not surprised to see him even more happy than the others to spend my season idly making love this time, as opposed to doggedly working to breed, breed, breed.
Slipping my hand under the table, I curl my fingers around his palm.
All of my reservations melt away.
My mates on board with me. We don't have to rush this time. We don't have anything we have to worry about, any agenda to our mating.
Just time. Precious time, to enjoy ourselves and each other.
Time to forget about the rest of our lives and our commitments.
Time to luxuriate in the perfect heaven of our bond.
Chapter 4
So luxuriate we do.
We finish our lunch and clean up. By the time we're done, the itch beneath my skin is building again, but I'm not ready to get lost in a haze of passion so soon.
So we address it in a different way.
We let our wolves out to play.
While our pups are only just crawling in their human forms, when they can manage to summon their wolves, they have strong, able legs. We spend most of our shifted time playing shepherd with those little balls of fluff and growing teeth.
Again, I miss my children.
But it feels so good to be able to run.
We explore the territory around our cabin, dancing and howling, wild and free. Playing. Every brush of fur and nip of powerful jaws makes my wolf and me both flush with arousal and lust. My wolf body is all too aware of the imperative to mate. She flirts and fights, beckons the strong males to chase. We stretch our legs until we're deep in a clearing. The warm sun shines on our fur, and it's perfect.
Together, my wolf and I allow our alpha to overtake us. He pins us down, and we revel in that display of dominance. Grady's wolf bites our throat, and just like that, the fire inside our blood hits a fever pitch.
My wolf rolls over. She drops away. As I rise to the surface, my bones pop and my joints crackle. Thick fur gives way to needy, sweating skin. My clawed fingers rake at my alpha's side, and he howls.
Then he's right there with me, shifting even as our bodies rub against each other.
By the time we're both human again, I'm panting. His hard cock grazes my thigh. I open my legs and tug him in.
He fucks me there on the ground, arms braced over top of me. I arch, naked and wild and desperately wet.
When I turn to the side, Landen kneels by my head. His bright eyes gleam with lust. His golden skin and hair are too beautiful. I reach for him and open my mouth.
He fucks my throat while Grady pounds into my needy cunt. With a growl, Grady comes, shooting his hot seed deep inside my womb. I let Landen slip from between my lips. I roll over, getting on my hands and knees, presenting. I look over my shoulder.
Colt needs no words.
His wolf falls away, even as Landen is feeding me his cock again. I take Landen deep, licking at his shaft, tears forming at the corners of my eyes as he batters my throat.
Colt slots himself in behind me. He glides his cock through the sopping mess of my used pussy, coating himself in my juices and Grady's seed. He presses inside in a long, slow glide that hits every needy place inside me.
I revel in the pure animal pleasure of being used by my gorgeous mates, out here in the open air, with no one to see us, no one to judge us for letting our instincts guide us. Grady comes over to kneel by my side. He puts one hand to the center of my spine. With the other, he grazes my clit.
Hot pleasure rips me open and turns me inside out. I come, clamping down on Colt's cock, my scream drowned out by the way Landen fills my mouth. Hot jets of his come spill across my tongue, and I drink them down with relish. More thick fluid spatters my face as he withdraws. I drop to rest on my elbows, and Colt holds on tight to my hips as he slams in and in and in.
"Jess--" Shuddering, Colt shoots deep inside my pussy. An aftershock rocks me, and I pulse around him, drawing everything he has into my body.
We collapse onto the grass in a sticky, naked pile. I stretch out across my beloved mates and stare up at the sky. The contentment is practically too much to bear.
How, in a thousand lifetimes, could I ever have imagined I could be so happy?
I look around at the gorgeous males lying to every side of me. The same bliss I feel radiates off of them, and my heart contracts almost painfully behind my ribs.
These males suffered so much loss in their lives. The massacre of their people back when they were barely more than children devastated the entire pack. For decades, they were alone, with only each other for company.
Now we're here.
I reach for the closest hands I can find. Grady and Colt both squeeze my fingers. I run my foot along Landen's calf.
Connection radiates through my entire body. Maybe even through my soul.
Eventually, the sun starts to drift lower in the sky. When we can't avoid it any longer, we pick ourselves up. My mates' come has dried on my skin. I smell like them and like sex, and I love it.
We shift to our wolf forms and follow an even longer route back to the cabin. When we arrive, I take a luxurious shower with Grady and Colt while Landen heats up the leftover stew we brought with us from home. We eat wrapped in towels and robes, draped over the rented furniture.
We engage in another enthusiastic, athletic round of love-making before a crackling fire in the living room. Afterward, sore and momentarily sated, I cuddle in a pile with my beloved mates as we idly flip through the channels on the TV.
When we're all too tired to keep our eyes open, we take turns washing up before I draw all three of my mates down with me into one of the two king beds. I'm well aware that one or two of them may switch to the other bed at some point in the night, but for now, I want them all close.
"Think you can sleep?" Landen asks quietly.
I hum, sliding my hand down his side to wrap around his half-hard cock. Slurring, I ask, "You going to help me wear myself out?"
"Are you asking?"
I groan, warmth flaring inside me. "Always."
Possessing my mouth, he hitches my thigh over his hip. I'm so open like this. Neither of us hardly has to move.
We trade slow, sleepy kisses for what feels like ages as I rub my wet pussy over
his thickening cock. When he's fully aroused, he skates his hips back by a fraction. The blunt head of his erection finds my opening.
He slides inside, soft and easy. I groan and squeeze down around him. He plucks at my breasts and rocks inside me, working us both to a smooth, quiet climax.
When we're both done, he pulls out. I'm tugged backward by strong arms. I groan as Colt slips his fingers through my puffy, swollen folds, testing me. I roll onto my stomach.
He fucks me from behind. I rub my clit and arch into him until between one breath and the next, another orgasm shakes me to my bones. He finishes moments later, pulsing deep inside.
Too exhausted to do anything else, I burrow into the covers, wet and leaking with my mates' come.
I fall asleep in a puddle of happy satiety.
Only to wake up with my body on fire.
For a minute, I don't know what is going on. My pussy screams, my womb twisting with excruciating power. I'm so empty inside. I need--
I need--
"Shh." My alpha's gruff voice wraps around me in the darkness, soothing my edges, but the sharpness of my need still flays me.
"Alpha--"
He pulls me onto him. The arm of another hot, naked body falls away from my waist as I'm lifted.
Searing flesh meets my own as Grady deposits me, splayed-legged across his hips. I groan as I grind my soaked, desperate pussy all along his huge shaft. Steadying me with a hand on my hip, he helps me rise onto my knees. He holds his cock up straight.
I slide onto it with my head rolling back, my eyes fluttering with the absolute rightness of being filled with my alpha's perfect cock.
Any of my normal inhibitions are gone. I fuck myself on that glorious length, hard, slamming my body down over and over and over. Every time I take him deep, exquisite ecstasy flows through me. Every retreat feels like actual, physical pain.
Grady slips a hand between us. The pressure of his fingers on my clit is lightning flaring through my every nerve. I grind shamelessly into his hand and bounce faster and faster on his cock.
"Give me," I groan. "Alpha, I need-- I need--"
"Take it," Grady grits out.