by Lane Whitt
I form a tight ring with my lips, pushing my head down slowly, creating suction. I swallow as he approaches my throat, sliding down until my lips meet his neatly-trimmed groin. I back up even slower, able to suck harder in this direction. I feel his thighs lose some of their tension in relief. I make a loud popping sound as I pull off of him. I can tell how close he is to finishing, but I have other plans.
With a smile, I sit back and turn my head toward Remy. “Is Logan asleep?” I ask casually, though it takes effort to control my breathing. Tristan swears, his head thumping back onto the chair. I suppress a giggle.
Remy’s eyes light up, enjoying my teasing of his friend. “I believe so. He’ll most likely wake up soon.”
“Hmm, that’s interesting. It’s usually me who falls asleep first. Logan likes to cuddle before falling asleep,” I tell him conversationally.
“Kitten!” Tristan growls impatiently.
“Yes, sweetie?” I inquire brightly, turning back to him.
“Why are you torturing me?” he asks with a frown.
I tap my lip with a finger, looking lost. “I don’t know, why were you laughing at me before?”
“Ugh! That? Because it was cute of you, and Logan looked like his head exploded! I wasn’t laughing at you, just the situation,” he explains, clearly frustrated.
I smirk at him again. “I guess you know not to do that anymore, huh?”
I realize my mistake immediately. Those chocolate orbs burn brighter than ever before, his perfect smile tinged with dark intentions. How could I have forgotten that he’s Logan’s mischief-making partner-in-crime for a reason? And he’s not nearly as shy as Logan in the bedroom. Or shy at all, really.
He slowly takes his eyes off me, turning to Remy. “I think it’s time for part two of what I want from Kitten. I’ll let you get started, Rem. Mind if she’s on all fours while you stand at the edge of the bed?”
“Not at all. That position works perfectly for what I want to teach our girl,” Remy responds darkly, his time for control of me exciting him further. He gestures for me to hop back onto the bed, making sure my back is arched like how I had it earlier. The height of the bed puts me at just the right level for him as he stands in front of me, lowering his pants and freeing his magnificent manhood. It’s already aimed right at my lips, framed by those lovely V shapes of his abdominal muscles. I sigh wantonly. Even his cock is powerful.
Remy lifts my chin, forcing my eyes away from the wonder in front of me. “I’m going to do something a little different. I want you to stay as still as you can, okay? I’m going to fuck your mouth. If I push too far, or hold you down for too long, you let me know. I do want you to gag sexily around me, but I don’t want you to be too uncomfortable. You understand?” His eyes bore into mine expectantly. He wants both reassurance that I’m up for this and that I’ll tell him if I want him to stop.
I take a deep breath, holding his gaze. “I understand, Remington.”
He guides himself to my lips, pressing gently in and out as he gathers my hair up in his hand. I suck lightly, waiting for what comes next. “You’re such a good girl, Kitten,” he praises breathily. My heart warms at the endearment.
He continues his movements for a few minutes, letting my mouth wet his length entirely. I can tell he’s about to change it up when the hand at the crown of my head grips my hair tighter, pulling, but not too hard, and his other hand comes to rest under my chin. Both hands work to hold me in place as he pushes slowly, but further than before. I work to swallow him down, his larger size causing a slight burn in my throat. Unlike Logan and Tristan, Remy doesn’t immediately pull back out. His hips press forward, my nose buried into the base of him. A few seconds tick by and my throat convulses, seeking air. He pulls my mouth off him quickly. I take a deep breath, my lips coated with my own saliva, a string of it still attached to the tip of him. “How was that, Love? Think you can handle more?” I nod my head, my hand coming up to wipe away the spit. Remy stops me, though. “Leave it. It’s sexy. This time I want you to continuously swallow once I’ve pushed past your throat. Ready?”
Instead of nodding again I open my mouth, locking my eyes onto his. “Such a good girl,” he growls, pushing in again, harder this time. My eyes water and this time I do gag, but nothing comes up. He does it a few more times, always letting me catch my breath before staying in my mouth for a few pumps, then sliding into my throat again—knowing the rhythm helps me know when to swallow, making the whole process easier. It’s definitely harder than just licking and sucking but it’s nothing I can’t handle, and I love the pleasure rolling off my Alpha in waves.
Long, skilled fingers lightly touch my backside, drifting over first one cheek then the other. My body instantly ignites into flames. My mind has been occupied learning new tricks and trying to please my mates, but my body seems to have never lost focus on our own needs.
Tristan plays with the sides of my panties, pulling them down a little then back up again. I groan in frustration around Remy. He sucks in a quick breath, biting his lip as he pushes into me harder. Okay…so the guys like it when I make noise with them in my mouth. Got it. I do it again just to test my theory. Remy holds me down on him, his head rolling back as his mouth goes slack. Yep, they like it.
Tristan trails his lips over my exposed skin, his face nuzzling between my thighs. I hear him inhale deeply, a loud growl of pleasure leaving him on the exhale. Without warning, my panties are pulled tightly against me before tearing sounds in the room, and then they’re gone completely. “You won’t be needing these anymore,” his melodic voice sings smugly.
My thoughts turn into a looping chant at that point. Please touch me, please touch me, please, for the love of all wolf gods touch me!”
My mind blanks momentarily as I’m overloaded with sensation at the first touch of Tristan’s manhood against me. My hips move back, trying to get him inside me, but he moves away. If it wasn’t for Remy holding my head in place as he smoothly takes my throat, I’d yell at him.
Instead of pushing into me Tristan teases by rubbing against my slick center, gently tapping my sensitive core with the head of himself. Now that…that makes me purr around Remy, who takes full advantage of it. After years, or minutes, or something, Tristan finally pushes into me, taking time to make sure I’m properly stretched and ready for him. He sets his rhythm in time with Remy’s pushing. Long, hard thrusts followed by a circular grinding against that bundle of nerves as Remy pushes deep, my moans of pleasure vibrating around him. They work together, building all three of us up till we’re riding the edge of the wave of pleasure, ready to crash and burn brilliantly.
Remy is the first to peak, his thrusts gaining speed, becoming erratic before he swells in my mouth, pulsing my liquid prize onto my tongue. He thrusts slowly, but doesn’t stop until after he stops throbbing. As he pulls away Tristan increases his pace, our bodies pounding together harshly. He reaches up, gripping my shoulder for better leverage with one hand, the other digging into my hip hard enough to bruise. I can’t control the sounds I make as he rapidly slams into me. They boarder between a moan and a whimper, giving up all thought as electricity vibrates through my body, heating my blood as I’m pushed over the edge.
Remy’s hands sneak under me, his thumbs and forefingers each tugging a nipple, extending my release and eliciting a shout of pleasure from me. Tristan swears under his breath, a continuous growl emitting from his chest as he uses my body to find his own release a few minutes later with a roar of satisfaction. He collapses onto me, pinning me under him. He continues to pulse inside me, flooding me with his heat. Our sweaty bodies stick together, but I love the feel of his weight pressing me into the bed.
Remy lays on his side, facing me, with his head propped up on one hand. He pushes the wet strands of my hair away from my face, his eyes shinning with love and contentment.
After a few minutes Tristan shoves himself up on shaky arms, making me wince as he leaves my body. My eyes close momentarily until I feel his
fingers sliding through my wetness. My tender flesh protests as his fingers enter me before he starts a slow, massaging rhythm inside me, his palm laid flat against me, pushing in a light circle pattern.
“Flip over for me, sweetie,” he instructs.
“Mmm,” I respond, feeling too worn out to do anything.
He laughs lightly, his mesmerizing voice washing over me like honey. “Just this one last thing, please. For me?” Damn that alluring voice of his.
Remy helps me turn over, sliding one of my legs between his. Tristan slides my other leg up and out, leaving me completely exposed to the both of them. He continues his slow massage within me, his fingers dipping in and out, pausing to rub a sensitive spot inside me. When my eyes meet his he smiles at me, dipping in one last time then bringing his fingers up to my lips. He smears the slickness across my lips before I open for him. “That’s it, baby. Taste us together…damn, that’s hotter than I imagined it would be. Do you like it?” he asks huskily. I nod around his fingers, sucking the taste of us mixed together from them. He pulls his fingers away, going back to his massaging as his head lays heavily against my outstretched thigh. I close my eyes. Remy’s hand comes up to play with my breast as he, too, starts to become excited again.
Tristan’s tongue joins his fingers, working in tandem to build me up once more. Sensation overload wreaks havoc throughout my body, but the guys pause in their ministrations before I can explode again.
“Get that gorgeous ass up on Logan,” Remy demands, helping my jelly-body to crawl over to my sleeping mate and mount him. “That’s it, Love. Rub that wet pussy over his cock and wake him up,” he pants in my ear.
Logan comes to on a growl, his hands gripping my waist tightly as he uses his hips to seat himself inside of me and push all the way in with a single thrust. “Oh, hell yes. This is how I wanna wake up from now on. Ride me, beautiful. Ride it like you fucking own it,” he orders through clenched teeth.
Sweat slicks my body as I grind my hips into Logan in a harsh rhythm, chasing yet another orgasm. Tristan’s hands guide me to lean forward, taking one nipple into his mouth. His hands help rock my hips harder on his best friend.
Remy opens his nightstand drawer, taking out what I know to be lubricant. He meets us back on the bed with the bottle, using it to coat his fingers before he rubs at my back, making his way down to my rear end.
I suck in a harsh breath, my eyes flashing to his. “Just keep riding Logan. You’ll like this, I promise,” he tells me with a hot smirk on his face. Easing a finger into my behind, he bites his bottom lip when I arch back into him. He slides in and out, adding a second finger, which elicits a deep growl from my throat. It’s pleasure and pain and everything in between.
“Jesus Christ, Remington,” Tristan exhales intensely as he watches the scene.
“You’ll have to hold yourself back, take it slow. If you hurt her, I’ll hurt you,” Remy warns.
I’m leaned even closer to Logan as Tristan covers me from behind. Remy pauses my hips momentarily as Tristan prods at my backside. I suck in a sharp breath, my eyes locking with Logan’s as we both feel the pressure of Tristan entering me slowly.
“Fucking hell! Impossibly tight,” Logan pants, thrusting up into me as if he can’t wait any longer.
“Agreed,” Tristan breathes on a whisper.
“How do you feel?” Remy asks me, brushing my hair away from my face.
“Full. And really, really needy,” I answer him honestly. I can’t handle the pressure without some kind of friction. Not waiting on them, I begin to rock my hips slowly. Onto Logan and off of Tristan, then back, just to do it all over again. I can’t even process thought right now, only need.
My head sags onto Logan’s chest as both men take over, taking from me what they need for their own release. My eyes slide to Remington’s as he sits off to the side, his own hand stroking himself slowly as he watches us. He stares back, silver orbs raking my body from head to toe.
I nearly black out when I orgasm, taking the other two with me as I pulse around them. I’m filled to nearly breaking as they swell inside me, filling me to the brim with shouts of male satisfaction.
In a blink Remy removes me from my other mates, laying me on my back as he lifts my legs over his shoulders and shoves into me roughly. He takes me hard and fast, taking his own release quickly, losing control. His triumphant growl is the last thing I remember.
Chapter Four
“Fly free, little babies. Wherever you land is where you is meant to be!” I giggle as the tiny rocks filter through my hands as I spin round and round. I imagine that the rocks have little families and friends and me throwing them around helps them get back to them. I mean, how else would rocks travel around?
I wince and grab at my tummy as it rolls around painfully. It groans angrily, so with a few pats I try to reassure it that Davis will be back soon. He had asked me to wait in this park while he went to work for a few hours. The sun has come up seven times now, but we’re in a new area and I don’t know how to find him. I’m afraid to leave, to seek out a restaurant or a grocery store with overflowing trash bins, because he could be back at any minute. Since I first met Davis I’ve felt a pull towards him, like something inside of me says that we’ll survive better if we’re with him. Right now, that same thing in me is saying that we should leave here. But I don’t want to leave Davis. Davis is sad and he’s lonely. Even if he won’t admit it.
“Hey there!” a voice calls, startling me and making me drop my rocks. I dust my hands off, a quick glance showing a middle-aged man approaching me. I start to walk off like I didn’t hear him. “Whoa, whoa, slow down there, kiddo,” he says with a smile as he jogs, catching up to me.
I take a few steps back, not liking how close he gets to me as he cuts me off. I blink up at him, wondering what he wants. Already, I don’t like this man. I don’t know why, but it’s in his eyes.
Always in the eyes.
“You all alone here?” he asks.
I quickly shake my head, pointing to a random building across the street. “My dad works there, he said I could play. I should get back to check in, though,” I repeat what Davis told me to say anytime I was caught alone.
The man’s smile suddenly looks different. My plastic bottle of water crunches as I grip it nervously. “How odd. I work in that building, too. What’s your dad’s name?” he challenges.
“John,” I lie.
“You know what? I do know him. He and I are great friends! Why don’t I take my great friend John’s daughter for some ice cream?” I shake my head, about to protest, when grabs at my arm, jerking me forward and whispers in my ear through his teeth. “If you put up a fight, I will have the cops over here so quick your head will spin. You and I both know you’re here by yourself. I’ve been watching you for days. Just come along with me and nothing bad will happen.”
I don’t have time to respond as he starts leading me to the woods where running people go in the mornings. I start to cry, not liking this man and afraid. I hate being touched; why hasn’t he let go yet?
“None of that now. All you have to do is talk to me, that’s all. I’ll even give you a whole twenty dollars!” he says excitedly as he leads us away from the main path and through some trees. All I have to do is talk to him? My gut tells me he’s lying. Why couldn’t he talk to me where we were?
Where we stop isn’t much of a clearing, just a small space where a large rock makes it impossible for trees to grow. As I look around, I notice that I can’t see or hear any people; there’s nothing but us and the trees. He sits down, dragging me down to sit beside him. His hand moves to my wrist, a gentle reminder that he’s not going to let me leave.
Bite. Run.
“So, tell me, girl. Why did you run away from home?”
“I-I didn’t.”
His free hand comes around to rub my hair. “Sure you did. Stop lying. Was it because daddy touched you in bad places?”
“Bad places? No. I didn’t…” I respond,
confused.
Bite. Him.
“You can tell me. I won’t tell anybody.”
“I don’t want to be here!” I yank my arm away and try to stand. He pulls me back toward him. “No one touched me anywhere, I don’t know what you mean!” I yell, now trying to kick him away.
I jolt awake as a shout reaches my ears. My eyes fly open, my heart racing both from the dream and from the feeling of danger at the shout.
“Have you lost your ever-loving mind? What in the actual fuck is wrong with you!” a sleep-mussed Logan shouts at a distraught looking Jace.
I calm slightly as I realize that there’s no cause for panic. “What’s going on?” I ask through a yawn.
“Yeah, Jace. What’s going on?” Ash growls from the open doorway. His dark eyes scan the room for danger, his fists clenching at his sides. “I heard you scream Kitten’s name like she was about to fall from a cliff.”
The three of us stare at Jace, waiting for an explanation. His golden eyes are filled with pain and worry as he paces at the foot of the bed. “I…just thought it was time she woke up.” He shrugs a shoulder, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Lie,” Tristan accuses, coming up behind Ash.
“You know what? Fuck it. Sleep the day away, see if I care.” He throws his hands up before stomping from the room. Ash’s eyes narrow on his retreating back before he follows quickly on his heels.
I frown as I look to Tristan. “He was lying about wanting me to wake up, or lying about why he woke me up?” I try to wrap my tired brain around everything that just happened twenty seconds into waking up.
Tristan shakes his head with a sad smile. He crosses the room to the bed, coming over to give me a hug. As he pulls away, he puts his face right in front of mine. “The real question is why he feels the need to lie to us in the first place.”
Ash