by Unknown
The men drank quietly, their expressions distant and unfocused. Mark leaned his chin on his fist, his brows furrowed, his mouth opening and closing as if he couldn't find the words to speak. Finally, Cole cleared his throat.
"I'm sorry," Cole said awkwardly. "If this is all real and we're like wolfmen or werewolves or whatever, maybe that explains why they—" He suddenly coughed and lifted a napkin to his mouth. "Rather, how I got here."
Lacey bit her lip then nodded. "It's possible."
"Can we control it?" Mark asked.
She thought for a moment, trying to bring back the stubborn memories. "It's like being born into an unfamiliar world. It's confusing and you're driven more by impulses. But... " She took a sip from her glass. "I might have been lucky but I was able to control some of my actions while I was... not human."
A sudden flash of memory pulsed in her mind; his beast-like body pressed to her, his rough hips thrusting against her backside. The room swayed as a wave of dizziness washed over her. Her face flushed and she blinked, trying to hold the thought back.
She took a deep breath and stared at the men, wondering how Mark would feel about letting another man take her. Maybe he was still interested in a ménage, like when they were in Las Vegas.
"This is just..." Cole said as he rubbed the back of his head. "... unreal."
He took a deep breath then handed the wine back to Mark. Her husband accepted the bottle with a warm smile.
"I believe you," Mark finally said as he filled her glass, and then his own. He glanced at Lacey, then turned back to Cole.
"I work at the new biomedical research complex at the north end of town. Near the river, where the old mill used to be."
Cole nodded and recognition flashed in his eyes. Then with a bewildered blink, he shook his head slightly.
Mark took a long sip of wine. "There was an accident at the lab a couple of months ago. I had some minor injuries, but nothing to worry about."
He sighed. "We were testing anomalies in wolf's blood and I must have been exposed to some pathogen. Ever since then, I've been smelling things, tasting things differently, and there are these holes in my memory. If I had known about this, I never would have signed on to the project."
He reached out and covered Lacey's hand with his own. "I figured it was something like post-traumatic stress, and it would eventually sort itself out." He gave a little squeeze as he entwined their fingers together. "Sorry honey, I didn't want to worry you."
She stroked her thumb along the edge of his hand, but she let him continue.
"I knew there was something going on, but I just couldn't wrap my brain around it." He drank deeply from the glass. "I mean we're talking fairy tales come to life."
"I'm not looking to get a silver bullet in my chest." Cole shook his head. "How does it work? I mean, do you sprout fangs and hair like in the movies?"
"I can show you," she murmured, leaning close to Mark. "But it only happens late at night." She kissed his earlobe, then gave it a gentle tug with her teeth as she turned her eyes back to Cole.
"You would have to stay over."
Cole looked nervously at her husband. And Mark cocked his head, his narrowed gaze shifting to Lacey as she kissed the rough stubble along his cheekbone.
She squirmed in her chair, the anticipation thrumming through her like a feverish caress. What has come over me? she thought. It was not like her to be so shameless.
"Uh... I don't—" Cole lowered his head, trying to hide his face. But without his hat, she could see his cheeks burning bright red. The effect was cute, making him look younger and bashful.
She braced one elbow on the table and swirled the wine in her glass. Winking at her husband, she reached down to squeeze his thigh. "Of course, if you don't mind."
Mark exhaled a long breath, his expression nearly apologetic as he looked at Cole. "It's fine with me. Once my wife has her mind set on something, hellfire couldn't stop her." He flashed Lacey a crooked grin, his eyes twinkling.
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Lacey led Mark up the stairs, casting a furtive glance back at Cole. He lingered at the foot of the staircase, looking uncertain, a hand resting on the banister. She smiled at him as she climbed, hoping that he'd follow. From the angle, she was sure he could see up her dress to her nakedness underneath.
Inside their room, Mark grabbed Lacey around the waist and pulled her close, kissing her; his mouth crushing against hers. His hands grabbed her with rough urgency, as if the presence of a stranger magnified his need to claim her for his own.
And her body responded in kind. Her nipples hardened against his chest and wetness swelled between her legs.
Cole stood in the doorway, his hand tentatively braced on the frame. But his eyes flickered with desire and the bulge in his pants brought a smile to her lips.
Mark gripped her chin, wresting her attention back to him. Lacey sighed as he forced her against him and her body submitted to his fevered hold. The hairs on her neck prickled but it wasn't the unnerving sensation she'd grown used to in town. No, this was a ripple of pure fire as the cowboy's hungry eyes bored into her skin.
Her hands explored Mark's short, dark hair, gripping his head and pushing him against her, their tongues dueling and darting in their locked embrace. She ground against him, pushing against his hardness, reveling in his arousal.
Then Mark broke free and stared back, devouring her with his eyes, as he licked hungrily at his lips. He gripped her arms and attacked her neck, kissing, licking, and biting her skin.
As she leaned her head back, allowing him to seize her throat, his hands explored, raking her skin. He reached down and pulled up her dress, feeling for her panties. Finding only her nakedness underneath, he growled, and dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her exposed ass.
Cole remained quiet as he stared, but his tension was palpable, seeping into the room with his rustic masculine scent.
Lacey blushed and closed her eyes as her cream moistened her crotch. She breathed in, saturating her senses with their smell: coarse, woodsy, and primitive.
Mark deftly unfastened the clasps in the back of her dress as he licked down her neck. The fabric loosened around her shoulders, then fell forward, exposing her breasts. He wasted no time, latching onto a nipple, alternately sucking and biting at the firm skin. She pushed her face into his hair, drowning in his scent.
She opened her eyes and saw Cole, steadying himself with his hand on the frame. He looked torn, his knees bent, as if he would leap into the room, except for his tight fingers restraining him to the doorway.
She smiled at him again, then moaned as Mark's fingers reached the folds of her pussy, and entered her. His digits were thick but with the aid of her slickness, he slid two in with ease. His hand clamped down, his thumb rubbing tight against her clit, and she gasped as her body twitched in response.
Cole's black vest tumbled to the ground and his fingers worked the buttons of his shirt, revealing his smooth, firm chest and tight abs. Seeing his nakedness filled her with warmth and a rush pulsed through her veins. As her husband manually worked her slit and sucked on her nipples, pleasure spread through her body.
Her breath quickened and her body jerked as the urge grew deep inside. She dug her nails into Mark's shoulders as she stared into Cole's eyes, longing for him to come closer. He licked his lips, his warm brown eyes straining in desperation.
Mark's teeth pinched her nipple and she squealed, bucking against his hand. She held tight to him for support, pushing his face into her chest as her knees jolted and buckled. His thumb pressed on her little knob as she clung to him, sweat beading on her forehead. And a wave of tingling, electrified pleasure spread from her crotch, flowing up her spine and down her legs. Without mercy, he pumped his fingers inside her, sending aftershocks through her body.
Then he exhaled a long breath as he lifted her up with powerful hands and set her on the edge of the bed. She watched him with wonder and anticipation as he pulled his shirt over his head, his tig
ht, glistening muscles rippling along his arms.
Her hands reached out desperately, and played down his chest, her fingers following the grooves between the muscles. Reaching his belt, she unbuckled the leather strap, opened his pants and yanked them down to free his hard member. With one hand, she gripped his girth and swirled her tongue around the head.
The taste of his tender flesh awoke a hunger in her, and she explored his cock, licking every inch of his length. Then her eyes snapped to Cole and she hummed with longing as she sucked. I hope Mark is okay with this.
She shifted on the bed before she tentatively motioned to Cole with her free hand. His eyes dilated in the dim light and he took a deep breath before he released the wall to approach her. Only clad in his jeans, he set his hat on the ground with a shaky hand, and gave Mark an uncertain glance.
Lacey took the moment to admire his features; silky blonde hair ran just below his strong shoulders and his amber eyes searched the couple for guidance. She loved how his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, just under the delicate skin of his throat.
Her husband put a hand on Cole's shoulder to reassure him, and the younger man nodded with a sheepish grin on his face. Lacey's heart swelled, and her legs spread with anticipation. He is the best man ever, she thought as she kissed the head of her husband's cock.
She reached up and touched Cole's abs, her fingertips tingling as they traced the unfamiliar skin. Her hand moved up and down his torso, taking in the details of his body. Then, with a devilish smile, she traveled down to the top button of his pants and she felt his breath catch.
Her pulse raced as the two men pressed close to her. Lacey had always seen herself as a good girl, never experimenting with anything outside her comfort zone. So her head swam as she sailed into uncharted territory. The unknown made her anxious, yet it didn't stop her as she deftly unbuttoned his fly. She could blame the wine or her unnatural metamorphosis, but she enjoyed the thrill of another man in their bed.
With her cheeks burning, she opened his pants and reached inside to claim her prize. Tentatively at first, she brushed her fingers along the skin, feeling the details of his hardening cock. Then her hand tightened around his length and she pulled him free as his pants slid to the floor.
She leaned back, flashing her gaze from one to the other as she pumped them both with her hands.
"I want you to wear your cowboy hat while I suck you off," she said to Cole.
"Yes, ma'am."
He reached down, donning it with one smooth motion. His eyes twinkled under the brim and she suppressed a giggle as she admired how well the hat suited his rugged, cowboy look.
She touched her tongue to the tip of Cole's cock as their eyes locked on each other, and she hummed, savoring the taste of his flesh. Ravenous for more, she swallowed his length, pressing her nose into his light curls. His eyes rolled back, his jaw slack as a moan escaped his mouth.
He smelled of fresh, clean sweat and untamed wilderness. Deep in her loins, dripping and warm, she felt the overwhelming desire to be filled by the men. She wanted to surrender to the beasts they would become, and revel in the wildness growing within her. Whimpering, she fought the urge and worked their shafts with swift pumping motions.
She switched between them, overjoyed by the differences in their cocks; longer, thicker, smoother. Mark invaded her throat and she played her tongue along the underside of his manhood as she surrendered to his thrusts. Pushing him back for a moment, she took a quick breath before she changed to Cole's cock. She wrapped her lips around the head and deep-throated his length. As he started to throb, she pushed back again and moved to Mark.
Both men were breathing heavily and sweat dripped down their bodies. She could taste precum dribbling out of each and knew she couldn't wait any longer. "Fuck me," she ordered.
Mark pushed her back on the bed and mounted her body, holding her legs up roughly with his hands. He growled deep in his chest and lowered his hips, his cock slipping easily inside her soaked pussy. He pushed her legs all the way back, straining her spine, and pounded his hips against her.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, riding the warm pleasure radiating from her crotch.
Then a mouth closed on hers. Caught in the moment, she hadn't noticed Cole moving up to her side. She was surprised by his foreign yet, luscious lips, but she gripped his head in her hands and melted into his embrace.
She had never kissed another man like this, and the feeling was both strange and exciting. He was softer than Mark and gentle, and she urged him on with her hungry lips. Then his tongue probed into her mouth and she latched onto it, sucking him as she reached between his legs and reclaimed him with a tight grip. They are mine as much as I am theirs.
Arching her back, she felt her body winding up like a spring as Mark's cock impaled her, bumping her deep inside. His pelvis slammed her mound, sending waves of pleasure that intensified with each thrust.
Cole trailed his tongue down her body and tasted her breasts, flicking and sucking her hard nipples. He slipped his hand around behind her and his fingertip lightly touched her asshole. Lacey gasped at the sensitive caress. Never had she been serviced by two men at once but she relished the extra hands on her body.
As the younger man's lips cupped at her nipples, he traced around her tight ring and pushed at the opening. Slowly, his finger slipped inside, aided by her dripping wetness. She writhed and moaned under her husband as Cole massaged a sensitive spot deep inside.
She was trapped by the men, and she succumbed to her vulnerability as heat rose in her cheeks. Cole probed deeper and inserted another finger. With a whine, she bit her lip, fighting the urge to clench at the as he pushed in and out of her, manually fucking her ass.
Using Cole's cock as a leash, she pulled him onto the bed next to her. His fingers reluctantly left her ass, as she pumped his hardness against her side. She felt the heat of his body; his intoxicating smell, and his throbbing in her hand. She wanted more.
A snarl escaped her lips and her head whipped as she heaved under Mark's pounding. Her control slipped and the wild slithered inside her, howling a phantom cry of release. Before she could stop herself, she snapped her teeth and clawed at her husband's chest.
Mark flinched from the attack, curling his lip as he backed off the bed, his rigid cock glistening with her juices in the dim light. Glowering with feral eyes, he stared at Cole as his muscles twitched in his back. He rolled his shoulders in a long, languid movement, and heat flickered in his gaze.
She looked from one to the other; Mark towering over them, Cole half-crouched and staring back with tension in his eyes. Lacey's breath caught as the men's heavy breathing filled the quiet room. We're all fighting it, she thought. We're trying to control our inner beasts.
Mark exhaled and lowered his eyes before he reached down for the nightstand. "Here," he said as he tossed a box of condoms to Cole.
Lacey sighed in relief and eyed Cole with a sidelong glance. He grinned back at her as he ripped open the foil packaging, renewed hunger in his gaze.
Pushing him down on his back, she threw her leg over him and lowered her hips. Her folds pressed against his cock, rubbing his length as she rocked her hips back and forth. Leaning down, she kissed him then bit his lip as she humped his rod with her mound.
He strained his body, trying to get inside her but she grabbed his wrists and forced them down, holding him while using his hardness to massage her clit.
She shot a glance up at her husband, but a half-starved animal stared back through his eyes. He lunged at her, seized her torso, kneading her breast with one hand, bruising her flesh. His other hand maneuvered his cock in between her ass cheeks. With her grip on Cole, she was helpless to stop the wet rod from pressing against her tight hole.
Her teeth clenched under her curling lip and she growled over her shoulder, daring Mark to control her. As if to answer, he bit down on her neck; the points of his sharp fangs pierced her as his hot breath scorched her skin.
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nbsp; Her head hung limply, restrained by Mark's teeth, as she undulated her hips on Cole. Her body shuddered as her husband tightened his arms around her, forcing himself against her. She whined as clawed fingertips raked her ribs, and his cock prodded roughly against her hole. Then she gasped, her mouth agape with strain, as he pushed his head into her, breaching her tight rear entrance.
Lacey's muscles froze, paralyzed by the rawness of Mark's invasion, her breath stuck in her throat. In her distraction, she loosened her hands, releasing Cole's wrists. At the edge of her awareness, she felt him shift under her, sliding the head of his cock back to the entrance of her pussy.
Already trapped by Mark, she could only moan as Cole entered her. Their cocks stretched her, yanking her from agony to shattering pleasure.
Then, with his teeth secured to the nape of her neck, Mark slowly thrust his hips, working his length in and out of her. She squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered. With Cole's shaft already buried deep in her pussy, she could feel the head of Mark's cock gliding along her walls, drilling into her tight passage.
Cole pumped his hips, grinding his pelvis with merciless thrusts as she trembled and cried. The raw intensity stole the breath from her lungs, burning ecstasy through her nerves, bending her just short of breaking her apart.
And as she surrendered herself completely to them, the beast awoke in her with a super-heated rush of power, flowing from the taut skin of her crotch up her spine and into her flushed cheeks. Her back spasmed, her arms trembled at her sides. She gnashed her teeth and the sharp smells of sex surged into her nose.
Cole's head lurched and his skin rippled beneath her. Sweat broke on her brow and stung her eyes as her vision wavered, sharpening and twisting in a red haze of pure, searing pleasure.
Mark growled between his bared teeth, saliva dripping onto her skin as his cock drove into her ass. Cole's hands closed on her breasts, capturing them in a vice-grip as his fingers contorted into elongated points.
Her joints wrenched with the force of their need, and her own awakening instincts. Her back curved, her muscles tensed and a spike of pure lust arched through her body. Waves of pleasure danced through her nerves as claws broke through her bent fingers.