Dwyer, Dixie Lynn - Were Love Conquers All [Were Trilogy 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “Oh yeah, brother, she is quite responsive.” He sniffed the air, his eyes turning a golden yellow color.

  “I need to taste her.”

  “Me first,” Luther interjected, and with that, he disappeared under the sheets, neither wolf bothering to ask what she wanted.

  She was about to state her uncertainty and request a pause to catch her breath when suddenly she felt Luther’s tongue lapping up the wetness around, over, and in between her feminine folds. Her pussy throbbed and ached right before another orgasm hit her.

  Charity gasped at the sensation, widened her thighs, and thrust gently against Luther’s mouth. The warmth of his tongue and breath colliding with her pussy caused tiny aftershocks to rock her core.

  Dante chuckled.

  He locked gazes with her. “I’m next.” He kissed her chest as he plucked and pulled the nipple on her left breast harder.

  “Enjoy the sensations, Charity. You are ours for eternity.”

  Charity could feel Dante’s erection against her outer thigh. Luther sucked and slurped as she came and came over and over again.

  The more he sucked and slurped while Dante whispered the brothers’ intentions the more her body relaxed and gave in to the desire.

  “Does that feel good?” he whispered next to her ear.

  “Yes.” Charity exhaled.

  “Do you want something more in there?”

  “Mmmm…” Charity could hardly understand Dante’s words while Luther was doing amazing things with his tongue.

  Suddenly the creaking sound of the door opening caught Charity’s attention. She froze and tensed, but Luther kept working on her body, and Dante half glanced in the direction of the doorway. Neither of them seemed to care if their actions were going to be viewed by others.

  Charity grabbed Luther’s head, angry that there wasn’t enough hair to pull on.

  * * * *

  When she saw the scowl on Maximus’s face, she cringed.

  As he carried a tray of food, he sniffed the air.

  And growled, causing her to shake in response. The cream leaked from her pussy as Luther continued to lick her in response.

  “You’re scaring her, Maximus,” Dante stated nonchalantly then returned to kissing her neck.

  “Good!” he replied angrily.

  Luther took the moment to suck harder then added two fingers to his ministrations, nearly making Charity jump back and hit the headboard.

  Maximus walked the tray to the table, placing it down then standing away, arms crossed and looking annoyed.

  Charity closed her eyes as Luther and Dante brought on another wave of explosions in her body. She hated to admit it, but she enjoyed the sight of Maximus standing there so authoritative, staring at his brothers, tasting her. She was angry with him still, and if he had stayed, he would be enjoying this as well.

  The thoughts shocked her. She felt so comfortable with the brothers. It was as if she had known them forever.

  Dante pulled the sheets away from Charity’s body. Luther kissed her inner thighs and continued to finger-fuck her and devour her cream as Maximus watched. Dante sucked and nipped at her

  breast as Luther gave Maximus a view of Charity.

  “Isn’t she lovely brother? She is all ours to do as we want with her,” he whispered, and Charity raised her hips in response to his words and actions.

  Maximus moved closer to the bed, and in a flash he was between her legs, caressing her thighs.

  Luther moved out of the way and now began to suck on her other breast. Charity panted and felt the coolness between her legs and the disappointment of the lack of attention there.

  She felt annoyed that Maximus interrupted Luther’s actions. She wanted more. Her body craved more of these three men.

  But once she locked gazes with Maximus, her body felt as if it went up in flames. It had something to do with being connected to the three of them at once.

  The yellow glow to his eyes, the firm and part man, part beast expression on his face stirred her womanhood to the next level. His goatee, the two gold hoops, and his extra-large build turned her on beyond recognition, and possessiveness overtook her thoughts. Mine.

  He chose that moment to lick across her skin from under her knee to her calf. When he gave her a little bite, she extended her leg and tried to pull away. His large thighs had her legs spread even wider.

  “Hey. What’s with biting me all the time?” she asked, half feeling annoyed and half turned on by the fact that the three men bit her so often.

  Luther nipped at her breast, and Dante simultaneously nipped at her neck.

  “We are wolves, Princess. We bite whether we are angry or aroused,” Luther offered as an explanation, and then both he and Dante nipped at her nipples on her breasts. She squealed just as Maximus chuckled and his warm breath collided with her wet folds.

  “Oh,” Charity moaned as Maximus licked her from back to front.

  * * * *

  Maximus massaged her inner thighs with his thumbs, moving closer to her pussy lips, teasing her, and wanting to hear her beg for him to touch her. Her skin was soft and silky. It was like nothing he ever felt before.

  His wolf was surfacing, and he was only massaging her thighs. He was shocked as he fought to restrain his wolf. The smell of her arousal struck him hard upon entering the bedroom, and her moans of pleasure were appealing. It was more than just the mating musk. Her response and eagerness despite her lack of experience was fate.

  The creaminess of her skin made his wolf want to nibble along every inch and taste its mate. When he did so, she squealed at the effect it had on her. Her abundant breasts, firm stomach, tattoo, and piercing drove both the man and the wolf into a near frenzy. He had to remain in control because staring so intently at his mate would surely make him lose it. She was their mate, their woman. The fact that she was petite in size and a princess to boot had him hesitating. He’d never had to hesitate with a woman before. It brought on feelings of concern and a hint of foreboding. Change was inevitable. As his hands covered her flesh giving him the freedom to touch her and possess her just like in his dreams, his cock throbbed beneath his pants. His wolf wanted him to fuck and claim his mate. His belly muscles tightened, and his cock felt excruciatingly hard.

  He refocused on the feel of her skin beneath his palms. He was so close already. He felt on the edge of partially shifting. This couldn’t be good. The woman beneath his hold was feminine and dainty looking. He didn’t want to hurt her as thoughts of shoving his cock to her womb filled his wolf.

  Charity watched him and nibbled on her bottom lip and glared at him. She looked adorable. If this kept up, their little princess would be getting more than her injured body was ready for.

  He held her gaze as his thumbs caressed her outer lips and felt her thighs shaking. The way she held his gaze as his thumbs pressed and gently played with the swollen flesh was intimate and unnerving. His nostrils flared, inhaling her aroma. He felt his own thighs tighten along with his throbbing cock. He wanted to learn every inch of her body and especially right there. He pressed his thumb against the small opening, and his Charity stirred beneath his ministrations. He felt the glistening cream lubricate his thumb.

  She was angry with him. He could see it in her eyes, and he could sense it. They had yet to mark her as their mate, yet he and his brothers knew when she was angry and turned on. So he thought he would ease her mind and defuse the problem between them.

  He scooted closer, causing her thighs to rise over his thighs and push her pussy lips higher for his play.

  “I thought I told you to rest,” he stated with his fingers pausing in place.

  “I wasn’t tired,” she panted defiantly, and he raised his eyebrows at her challenging reply.

  He caressed her more, deeply inhaling the scent of her arousal.

  “Defying me, Princess, results in punishment.”

  He watched as Charity flinched at his words before recovering.

  “Punishment?” He he
ard the quivering in her voice. Good. Charity being a princess or not, he was not one to bow down and take orders from anyone. The Princess would learn to oblige his demands.

  “It is our fault she is not resting, Maximus. Perhaps we could let this one slide for now,” Luther suggested with a smirk, and Charity looked concerned.

  Maximus leaned forward between Charity’s legs and closer to her face.

  “I think that the faster our princess learns the rules the better a mate she will be for us.”

  * * * *

  Charity was about to protest when Maximus gently submerged two fingers into her, rotating and caressing as he simultaneously licked the seam of her lips then kissed her fully. One arm was braced over her left shoulder while his massive chest pressed against her needy breasts. His kiss was rough and demanding. Unlike Dante’s or Luther’s, this Alpha was all full throttle. His thick, hard fingers pressed in and out of her channel. It felt so good that she began to thrust her hips against his fingers and knuckles. It was erotic, and the energy in the room increased. His large heavy body pressed against her, and she felt in tune to his desires to claim her. His cock pulsated against her skin despite its confinement beneath the clothing he wore. It felt long and thick, and despite her reservations, she wanted his cock to replace his fingers.

  She had no time to recover from the assault on her body as Luther pulled one thigh back, and Dante pulled the other, and Maximus released her lips and settled back to kneeling in front of her. She was completely open to their viewing, and the move brought on another wave of amazing sensations. She moaned and pulled Maximus down on her, not caring about his weight, just the need to feel more. He kissed her again as she ran her fingernails over his shoulders and to his chest.

  Maximus released her lips and used his arm to lift his body a little bit off hers.

  “I’ll crush you, Princess,” he whispered to her. She shook her head side to side.

  “I want…”

  “Yes, Princess?” the three brothers asked at once.

  “More!” She raised her voice as Maximus continued the in-and-out motion, drawing everything he could from her. Her essence filled the room, and the brothers growled.

  Maximus pulled back, and Charity grabbed at him, trying to remain touching him as his fingers continued to stroke.

  Again Luther and Dante caressed her thighs, pulling them wider for their view. They leaned down and stroked her folds, colliding with Maximus’s fingers.

  “Ohh,” she panted, tilting her head back and thrusting her hips against their fingers. It felt so incredible to be touched by the three of them at once.

  Their hands caressed her belly then her breasts.

  “Look at us,” Luther demanded, and she immediately opened her eyes and locked gazes with him. The feel of their gaze and touch on her body, as well as Maximus’s continued ministrations, made her moan a release again.

  “You look sexy when you orgasm, Charity. So exotic and feminine. Make her come some more for us,” Dante whispered. His voice was deep and almost sounded like a growl.

  She watched as Luther leaned down, holding her gaze as he licked her nipple then gave it a tender nip.

  She panted for air, and Dante cupped her breast and held it to his mouth, all while the three of them touched her folds.

  “Look at her beautiful breasts, so plump and more than a handful. It will take me hours to explore them.” He licked her skin then pulled as much breast into his mouth as he could then sucked and nibbled relentlessly.

  She squirmed under their play.

  Maximus took that moment to press his fingers into her folds and find a spot that sent her shattering into ecstasy. She nearly screamed from the sensation.

  “Look at how her body knows its mates. She smells delectable, and her taste…oh, her cream is addicting,” Maximus whispered with a dark, aroused gleam in his eyes.

  Charity inhaled, smelling her own scent. She watched as Maximus slowly removed his fingers from her and brought them to his lips. He held her gaze as he licked her cream from the long, thick digits.

  Her belly quivered with need, and her insides tightened again.

  “Please,” she found herself begging for more.

  “It’s too intoxicating to resist,” he growled then scooted back down between her legs. He licked her folds then gently parted them. “Delicious,” he stated between licks then pressed inside her with his tongue. He repeated his ministrations, being sure to taste and lick every inch of her. All she could do was lie there and feel the sensations. Luther and Dante raised her arms above her head then licked her skin from her ribs to her fingertips. She felt weak and paralyzed by their control of her body. She lifted her hips then tried to grab for Maximus as his teeth latched on gently to her labia. She tossed her head to the side and tried to maintain control, but Maximus, Luther, and Dante were all growling and nipping at her skin.

  She felt Maximus place her thighs over his shoulders then plunge his tongue inside her folds. He used his fingers to spread her folds and massage her delicate flesh as his tongue elongated as if he partially shifted from man to wolf. His ability to do that aroused every nerve ending in her body.

  She moaned and attempted to grab at him and hold him where he was because it felt so fantastic. But Dante and Luther had their own roles in seduction as they continued to hold her arms above her head.

  “Your body calls to our wolves, Princess. We are going to make love to you,” Dante whispered as he held her arm, caressed it from wrist to breast while licking and nibbling a sensitive spot on her skin.

  “We are going to mark her as our mate for all to know. No man, no beast, no other will ever possess this body,” Luther added while cupping her breast before taking a nipple between his teeth and pulling.

  Charity moaned another release, feeling at her wit’s end, in sexual overload.

  When Maximus released his mouth from her, swiping his tongue one more time before getting up, Charity opened her eyes, filled with disappointment that he left her. Then she heard the zipper of his jeans, and the bed dipped and swayed.

  Dante and Luther went to work on her breasts, her neck, everywhere their mouths and tongues could devour.

  She stared at Maximus, and then her eyes absorbed the sight of his naked body, his tattoos, the scars along his chest and shoulder, and more so, the size of his erection. The thought of it fitting into her scared her.

  Her emotions and desire were tangled up between being capable of handling these three men sexually and the animalistic desire within her to claim her mates. It was a roller coaster of emotions.

  “I…” Charity hesitated unable to speak from the sight of Maximus naked in front of her.

  His eyes changed before her. Deep specks of orange swirled with yellow. His breathing grew rapid as if he were about to lose control.

  She felt Dante and Luther growling next to her.

  “Princess?” She heard the word, but the sound was not human. Her body made the decision for her as the three men inhaled and Maximus knelt onto the bed between her thighs, prepared to slide inside her. She absorbed the sight of the mushroom top glistening with pre-cum. The size of his large, thick fingers wrapped around his shaft did not indicate a contrast. Everything about Maximus was extra large. He pressed between her swollen pussy lips, parting then as he slowly penetrated.

  Charity gasped, at first feeling fullness and slight pain as the large vein rubbed along her vaginal walls. Maximus paused, and her body made room for the large invasion. She tightened in response then released tiny spasms of desire.

  “She’s so tight,” he stated through clenched teeth, sounding breathless.

  Charity looked down, realizing that Maximus was not nearly halfway inside her.

  Dante sucked on her neck and whispered in her ear.

  “Relax and let us make love to you. We will not hurt you.” He kissed and flicked his tongue against the sensitive vein along her neck and shoulder as Luther attempted to swallow more of her breast.
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br />   Maximus pushed on further until Charity heard him growl and felt his claws against her hips. He pulled her deeper, and she screamed low and deep against Dante’s mouth.

  “I…can’t…hold…”

  Maximus withdrew partially out before pressing back into Charity. She moaned with pleasure, not pain, then grabbed onto whatever part of him she could reach and hugged him against her.

  “I…I don’t want to hurt you,” he spoke, his voice sounding half distorted. His wolf was surfacing as he fought the need inside of him and focused on his woman.

  “I need more. Harder!” she demanded, scratching his shoulders.

  As if waiting for those words he spread her thighs and thrust into her.

  At first Charity was scared. Then she caught her breath, and with each intake of air, she absorbed the musk of her men. It was intense, and the feel of his thick thighs pressed against her open thighs heightened her arousal. Her flesh was lost within his larger frame. Even with her arms stretched out to the sides, she could barely reach around his arms and shoulders. It was at this moment, when they were intimately connected, that his bulk stood out. A glance to either side of her and both Luther and Dante appeared just as large.

  She wanted more, needed more of them.

  Lifting her hips toward Maximus, she tried to reciprocate his rhythm, but he was so much stronger.

  She panted with him, feeling the tightening deep within her core and the multitude of orgasms.

  It was minutes later when she felt Maximus increase his speed while thrusting in and out deep, fast, and hard until they simultaneously screamed their release.

  Like a hot, tingling jet stream, she felt his seed as it burned through her insides, causing a tingling sensation deep within her body. Her heart tattoo felt as if it drummed against her chest.

  Charity closed her eyes, her body shook with the aftershocks, and Maximus leaned forward to kiss her.

  He sucked in her tongue and twirled it around with his own until they released in order to breathe. He kissed her neck, her chest as Charity lay still and spent.