by Zoey Marcel
Dane got naked and lay on his back on the bed. “I want you to masturbate and grind against me while I mess with your breasts and torture them a little.”
Amber’s mouth watered as she climbed on top of him so their groins met in an illicit greeting when she straddled him. “Yes, Sir.”
“If anything is too much for you use your safe word. You can pick one,” Dane said.
“Red if you want us to stop what we’re doing,” Carson blurted. “Yellow if you want us to slow down.”
“Our mate deserves a personal safe word,” Dane objected.
“I agree. She can have one when she agrees to wear our collar and let us claim her as ours,” Carson said. “Until then she’ll just have to utter the old standby the other women used.”
Amber frowned, eyes narrowing at the wink he threw at her. He was taunting her, trying to tempt her into absolute surrender. The conniving stud.
“Touch yourself, girl,” Dane murmured, gazing up at her with lidded eyes.
She started to play with herself while he wiggled the clamps and tickled her breast tissue with his fingertips.
Carson matched a nozzle to her anus and must have squeezed the tube, sending a cold surge of lube up her asshole.
“Oh! It’s cold.” She mewled and squirmed as she masturbated, smearing her finger through her own wetness.
Carson’s fingers thrusting and wriggling up her butthole felt private, forbidden, and darkly intimate. He stretched and filled her, stealing a ragged moan from her while Dane jiggled the chain, deepening her desperate noises.
“Ask us for permission to come, sexy,” Dane said.
“Please. Sir, may I come?”
“Not yet.”
She whined in torment, melting at his crooked smile.
“Carson has to insert the anal beads first. Then when you come he’s going to pull them out of you,” Dane explained.
“You’ll love it, baby,” Carson assured her.
“I bet,” she choked out.
Amber fought to stave off her orgasm as he pushed the anal beads into her back entry gradually. It felt like the beads started off small and then got bigger with each subsequent portion. She whimpered when the anal beads filled her, stimulating her tender walls with their erotic invasion.
“Come forward on your hands,” Dane commanded. “I’m going to release you.”
She let out a pitiful mewl and braced herself on her hands and knees. Taking the chain in his mouth, he shook his head, causing it to jiggle for her pain and his pleasure. She groaned, not knowing whether the sensation was to be savored or fled from.
Dane humped her puffy clitoris with his finger and she let out a soft cry of need when he got her off. Her sphincter locked onto the anal beads. She gasped at the hard rush of sensation the unexpected fullness triggered. Intense bullets of euphoria shot off inside her as Dane continued to play with her clit while tugging on the chain with his teeth.
Carson had started easing the beads out of her asshole when her orgasm began. She felt the sensual caress of each bead bombarding her hypersensitive anal tissues with dark touches on their steady exodus.
At the peak he wadded her hair in his hand and jerked her head back while Dane tugged on the chain, forcing her nipples to point toward him. Amber’s breast tissue stretched, her nipples screamed for mercy, her clit fired repeatedly with tiny explosions like a piston, and her pussy went into meltdown mode.
She screamed, constricting on emptiness once the beads were removed. Moisture coated her thighs, slick and telling like she’d just run a marathon. Her arms gave out and she fell on top of Dane, smothering him with her breasts and getting titillated by the arousing clink of the chain when it became slack again.
“Feel good, baby?” Carson wanted to know.
“Uh-huh. Very good.”
“Good. Now it’s time for your spanking.”
She moaned.
“Roll over.”
His demand confused her, but she obeyed, crying out when Dane took the clamps off her nipples. He massaged her breasts, which was either sweet or sadistic of him. She couldn’t quite decide. The feel of blood rushing back to the tortured area had been bad enough, but his rubbing both soothed and worsened the afflicted area.
“I want this cunt waxed, Amber,” Carson said seriously. “Next time we see you I want it naked and blushing at my filthy touch and getting hot and wet when Dane sucks it to orgasm.”
A gush of dampness poured into her folds at his obscene description. She loved dirty talk in bed but hadn’t really experienced the level that satisfied her until these two came along.
“Yes, Sir. I’ll get my pussy waxed for you and Dane.”
Carson smiled. “That’s what I like to hear.”
Amber whimpered softly and splayed her fingers in Dane’s thick, wavy hair while he feasted on her breasts. His hot, moist kisses and wet suckling left her tits slicked with his saliva.
“Mine,” he growled against her overheated mounds.
She melted into the bed and his possessive mouth. The way he claimed ownership over her and coated her in his saliva as if to mark her as his made her feel dizzy and exhilarated.
“I’ll save the cunt spanking for our picnic tomorrow once it’s bare,” Carson decided.
She looked up at him in surprise. “We’re going on a picnic?”
Dane nodded with a fond smile. “Just the three of us. We want to spend some time getting to know you more outside of the bedroom.”
“That’s right. We’re going to fuck you outdoors,” Carson teased.
Amber grinned.
Dane shook his head with a smile. “We’re going to talk with you and learn everything about you.” He rolled his eyes when Carson stared at him expectantly. “And then we’re going to fuck the shit out of you.”
Carson’s lips curved into a mischievous smile. “That’s better.”
He got up off the bed for something.
Amber held Dane’s amorous gaze as he lay next to her, skin on skin, staring down into her eyes with his dark, entrancing ones. He didn’t say anything, but the soulful passion in his eyes and the unspoken power in his gentle touch said everything.
Carson was buck naked when he got back in bed. He held the red lace boy shorts that she’d brought with her in an envelope to give to him.
“Well, just help yourself to the contents in my purse why don’t you?” she teased.
Carson chuckled. “Open up, baby. Your dirty little panties are going in your mouth.”
Her face felt like it was on fire. “I thought you were just going to masturbate with them later.”
“Oh, I am, but first you’re going to suck on them and use them to drown out your screams while I spank this cunt to orgasm.”
Her eyes widened and she had to smile, accusing him with narrowed eyes. “What happened to ‘I think I’ll spank this pussy tomorrow once it’s bare’?”
“I changed my mind.”
“In less than a minute?”
He smirked and stuffed the panties into her mouth. “It’s good for you. It keeps you alert and attentive to our needs.”
She groaned with bliss into the undies that permeated their musky essence against her tongue. The exposure of being a dirty little girl and spilling her lustful juices into her panties to hedonistic thoughts of them and then being made to taste those same panties while they played with her made her burn with all sorts of repressed longings.
“Since she’s gagged we need a signal for her in case she panics,” Dane reminded him.
Carson shrugged with an impish little half smirk on his face. “She can just flip you off.”
Dane scowled. “She flips me off and you’re getting punched in the face, brother.”
Carson snickered. “Well, fuck that then. Amber, baby, just squeeze his nuts if you start to panic. All right?”
She nodded. Dane’s balls were things of beauty. It would be most tempting to fake a panic attack in the name of grabbing his heavy ball sac. She
wouldn’t mislead them, though. No phony panic nut-grabbing.
Carson swirled his broad finger in her steamy wetness. He alternated between circling her clitoris and slapping her pussy. The pain jarred her with an odd kind of discomfort. It was painful but in a feel-good way that seemed to be a different strain of pleasure-pain than the previous kind she’d experienced with them the night before. This tantalizing feeling seemed to be singular to her mons when she was alternately slapped and aroused there.
Unable to resist the tempting package of Dane’s groin any longer, she grappled for his testicles and gave them a light squeeze. His heady groan made her glad she touched them.
Carson ceased the spanking. “You all right?”
Dane took the underwear from her mouth. “What’s wrong, girl?”
“Nothing. I’m sorry. Your scrotum just looked so good and lonely. I had to comfort it.”
The men chuckled.
“Our mate is benevolent. I like that.” Dane smiled down at her.
“Well, now that he’s gotten to feel your hand on his balls he’ll never agree to the former signal. Just take the underwear out of your mouth if you want us to back off with something,” Carson said.
“Yes, Sir.”
Dane stuffed the undies back into her mouth.
Amber choked on her cries and salivated on the lace while Dane sampled her breasts and Carson worked her mound over. After a few more tickles and slaps she came hard, back arching off the bed as she screamed into her panties.
She felt like putty afterward lying on the damp sheets in a breathless, weakened state. When Dane removed the underwear from her mouth she saw a thin string of saliva connecting from the lace to her lip before the thread of spittle snapped into oblivion.
Both men fondled her all over and ogled her quivering body like they thought she was the most beautiful woman they’d ever seen.
“You’re a vision when you come, little mate,” Dane praised her gently.
“Thank you. You looked pretty hot when I grabbed your balls.”
He cracked a loving smile. “It felt too good. We’re probably going to blow right away when we get inside you.”
Carson lay down next to Amber and stroked her sore mons, heating her with his intense gaze. “I want you to lie down on top of me, baby. Dane is going to fuck your tight ass from behind.”
Her breathing suspended when his finger dipped into her slit and he traced the rim of her vagina with his finger. They didn’t know she was a virgin and she was too embarrassed to tell them.
Amber gasped when he slowly pushed his long finger into her sopping cunt and held it immobile inside of her. She let her thighs fall open to his will and relaxed her vaginal muscles to accommodate the girth of his manly finger. She was screwed if he stretched her hymen.
“Do you feel how deeply my finger is penetrating you, how much it fills you?”
She gulped anxiously. “Yes.”
“That’s just my finger, baby.” He covered her forehead with delicate kisses that bonded her with him and made her channel relax and accept his determined invasion. “My dick is nine inches long when fully erect. It’s going to spread you open and stuff you so completely you won’t be able to remember anyone’s cocks but mine and Dane’s.”
He doesn’t even realize the irony in that statement.
He hovered over her, moving her thighs open more with his legs and then matching his molten glans to her slippery cunt.
Amber panicked and burned for consummation, choking on a breathy sound when his engorged penis strummed through her slick folds before poising at her virgin entrance.
She shivered at the way Dane’s fingertips whispered over her skin up and down her arm in a teasing caress.
“Dane’s going to stretch and fill that gorgeous ass of yours.” Carson exchanged a heated, passionate kiss with her that was slow and shallow. The private hush of his masculine voice blew across her skin, searing and desperately needed like a sexual narcotic. “And I’m going to fill your hot little pussy completely with my cock.”
Chapter Eight:
Accident
The lamb bleated as it waited by the side of the road for the car it knew was coming.
Come to me, my virgin prey.
The shiny silver car approached and the critter made its way into the middle of the road. The headlights were blinding, but the little sheep stood its ground, pleased when the driver, Kate Kensington slammed on the breaks and skidded sideways to miss the animal.
The lamb bounced up onto the hood of her still-moving car. It allowed its eyes to change into freakish glowing beacons of nature and proceeded to breathe fire against her windshield. Kate screamed and lost control of the wheel and consequently the car veered off the road.
The woolly fiend jumped off the hood just before the car collided with a tree. The airbags came on and Kate seemed dazed. The car door was unlocked.
Foolish girl.
The monstrous farm animal stalked toward the vehicle.
* * * *
“Actually I really want your cock in my mouth.” Amber purred and petted Carson’s erection as she gazed up at him lying over her in bed. “I want to taste it and suck on it, feel it explode in my mouth, all hot and messy.”
Carson moaned and Dane knew he was a goner.
“Sounds good, baby, but next time I’m fucking your pretty cunt.”
She gave him an affectionate smile and then flipped over on her hands and knees when he perched himself at the head of the bed on his knees.
Dane believed that their girl wanted to take Carson’s penis in her mouth, but he sensed a strange hesitation in her, as horny as she acted. Was she just waiting for consummation until she got to know them better, or was access to her delicate pussy only granted to men she cared about?
They would make her care, win her over so she was hopelessly in love with them and make her as crazy over them as they were about her.
Dane scissored his fingers in her sphincter, priming her with more lube and relaxing the tight muscles to accept his cock. The flaming heat of her snug passage scalded him, ruined him entirely. If Amber ever walked away from them now that they’d finally found her, their one and only life mate, he was certain it would kill him. She was the one woman who could complete them.
Watching her grind her massive breasts against his brother’s crotch while Carson threaded his fingers in her hair, cooing to her softly, touched and inflamed him. She looked so sweet and innocent being held by them, yet so shameless and depraved dry-humping a naked man with her breasts. He could watch their vixen girl do that all night, except that his cock wouldn’t hear of sitting in the sidelines.
“Show her our papers,” Dane said.
Carson grabbed them off the table near the bed and had their sexy woman look them over. “Shifters can’t get any of those diseases anyway. These papers are just for your reassurance.”
Amber handed them back to him and resumed her titty-grinding after he put them back on the table. “Thanks.”
Carson interlocked his fingers in her hair and rubbed his groin against her breasts, meeting her debauched humping.
Her pitiful whimpers stiffened Dane’s cock, caused it to elongate when he started impaling her with the anal dildo they bought for her. He swore under his breath when she started screwing herself on it.
“Are you ready for us, baby?” Carson asked.
“Yes, Sir, I’m more than ready.”
“Good girl. Take my cock in your mouth.”
He hissed when she flicked her tongue against the tip of his penis and when she took his erection into her mouth his face contorted with rapture.
Dane set the dildo aside and then wiggled his cockhead into place at her crinkled rosette. After a few unsuccessful knocks at her reluctant back door, her anus opened to him, accepting him in gradually. Her long, lazy moan drew his balls up, packing them full of blazing sperm.
“Good girl, baby,” Carson gritted out in between pants and gasps. “Suck my cock
.”
Amber suckled him eagerly and braced herself as Dane advanced in her snug-as-hell chamber. With shallow, steady strokes he worked his throbbing dick into her tight ring of muscles. His thick shaft wedged in the viselike grip, denying him progress.
“Breathe and push out,” Dane rasped out, fighting to stay in control.
She succumbed to his hoarse demands and the slight widening of her inner sphincter permitted him clearance. He forged deeper, entering her rectum with an unmistakable pop that brought him an immediate spike of enjoyment that kindled his libido. His treasured girl shrieked in agony at the deeper penetration, but he steadied her with his hands, murmuring sweet nothings onto her dove-soft skin.
“Shh, you’re okay,” Carson joined in the crooning. “You’ll get used to us, baby.”
Amber sighed onto his brother’s swollen dick, shuddering with elation when Carson tweaked her nipples.
Dane kissed her shoulder blade and took a moment to breathe in the scent of her milky flesh before making the final push into her bowels that packed him into her completely. Her broken wail sounded breathy and tormented, muffled by Carson’s penis. Tiny tremors played over her as she tried to adjust to the penetration.
When he sensed she was ready, Dane began a casual thrust inside her ass, unable to believe how tight she was, how hot. The fiery decadence of her velvety tissues scorched him, burned through his shaft and nerves until he felt her sexual heat deep in his cells. She set his soul on fire, delighted him down to his bones.
She squealed and struggled when he cupped the soft nest that covered her delicate mound. Her fuzzy little bush was attractive, but he couldn’t wait to see her ripe, juicy cunt waxed and glistening with lust for them.
Dane did his best to focus on her pleasure as much as his and tried not to get too psychotic with his thrusts. She was only human. He didn’t want to hurt her. After they bit her and turned her into a tiger shifter like them she’d be able to handle rougher anal sex.