by Jenny Penn
Kristen found her motions stopped short by a rough set of hands clamping down on her hips to enforce her mate’s demand. Letting her hips go lax, she fooled him into loosening his hold. With a quick twist and pull, she found the freedom to chase after those euphoric little detonations. The man behind her growled. This time his arm fastened around her waist.
“Damnit, woman, be still. I’m trying to be considerate here.” “That must be quite difficult for you.”
She hadn’t responded. The words floated past her in the opposite direction, but she didn’t bother to focus on who had said them. Her concentration remained fully on trying to break free of the arm holding her back from the pleasure she desperately needed.
“You don’t know the half of it. If she doesn’t stop wiggling,” the arm tightened around her stomach, “she isn’t going to be able to sit for a week.”
“I say fuck her. I can’t hold on much longer.”
“No, damnit. This is her first fucking time, and I’m not going to let urgency ruin it.”
She had no idea what they were talking about. Her whole focus remained fixated on breaking free of her bind. She twisted, bucked, arched her head back on his shoulder and just pushed in an attempt to be let free.
For a moment, she thought she had gained an advantage when his arm slipped. A second later a warm palm was fitting between the top of her mound and the pelvis pressing into it. One lone, callused fingertip wormed its way down to cover her clit.
Oh, God.
Kristen collapsed against the man’s chest in total submission as he began to rub her sensitive little bud around. The drumbeat of rapture’s march began to beacon out of her womb. Quivers turned to ripples and wound into sharp lashes of pleasure as her body began to tremble and writhe beneath the onslaught.
Her hips shifted, lifting fractions off the cock filling her from behind only to grind the cock in her pussy that little distance deeper. Small as the motion was, it set off a magnificent shower of pleasure that spider-webbed across her body with a greedy demand for more.
An inch this time, but not nearly enough. She chased the need filling her every motion, driving her to thrust and buck between the two men. They grunted under her motions, finally releasing her to chase the frantic rhythm set by one lone finger circling her clit. Then it snapped out of existence and sent her spiraling further in an uncharted rampage.
“Oh, man, that’s fucking tight. So damn good, baby.”
The words were grunted into her ear from behind. Dark and dirty, they matched the rough hands that came to grip her hips, setting a fast-paced bounce that had her fucking herself not just along his dick, but his brother’s as well.
“Take it just like that. Oh, fuck, yes. You love it like that, don’t you, baby? Nice and hard.”
He slammed his hips upward on the last word, meeting her downward glide with a savage thrust that embedded him hard and deep into her. The motion snapped the leash holding in her first climactic detonation. They boomed one right after another, gaining in speed and intensity as the men began to actively fuck her back as she bucked between them.
Between the grunts, the slap of sweaty bodies against each other, and the dirty little words whispering through her ears, she felt the men surrounding her growing tense. As they pressed her body more firmly between them, she could feel their muscles shaking. A moment later the last explosion went off as she felt the sharp twin points of fangs begin to pierce her skin on either shoulder.
With a sonic boom, Kristen shot right out of her own body. She could hear the shattered fragments of reality tinkling down around her as she burned past. Past the bright, colorful world into the soothing abyss of space, she sank into the blackness with a sigh.
“Damn. That was hot.” Kort snarled at the sound of Tex’s amused comment. Hot didn’t even begin to describe what that was. Never ones to lack for female companionship, Jakob and he had indulged in every wicked urge they’d ever dreamt up. Now none of that compared to the simplest joy of being trapped in his mate’s pussy.
That’s just where he’d have liked to stay, but Tex had ruined the moment and reminded him that there was an interloper in their midst. The wolf didn’t respond well to the revelation, which was why Tex had been instructed to keep his mouth closed.
He was only here to bear witness to the mating so that Kristen couldn’t make any objections to it later. That might make perfect sense to Kort, but the wolf didn’t care. All it knew was that there was an unattached male coveting its woman. That kind of threat was only ever met with violence.
Except, Kort realized, sniffing the air, Tex wasn’t coveting. Despite what Jakob and he had just done to Kristen the feral wolf, the other man wasn’t aroused. That would have been something worth notice beyond the fact that it calmed the beast, except that Kort could have cared less what Tex was feeling.
Right then all he cared about was what his mate was feeling. From the gentle breaths floating over her shoulder to the totally lifeless body slumped against him, Kort bet Kristen wasn’t feeling anything but happy and satisfied. Of course she probably wouldn’t feel that way if she woke up naked on her kitchen floor.
That assurance gave him the strength he needed to push upward, unsettling Jakob and rousing him to gain his own feet. Kristen whimpered as his twin pulled free of her ass, snuggling deeper into Kort’s chest before settling down. That gave Kort all the excuse he needed to rise without letting go of his mate.
Ignoring the arms Jakob stretched out, he tightened his grip on Kristen, slipping an arm under her ass to keep her pinned to his pelvis and his dick nestled in the warmest heaven he’d ever discovered. So tight and wet, her pussy molded to his cock like a custom-made glove. Even in her sleep, her cunt pulsed, tempting him to do more than simply rest inside her. Kort intended to take her up on that invitation, but figured finishing the night in bed would be more comfortable.
“Take care of that,” Kort ordered Jakob with a nod to Tex. “I’ll take care of the little darling.”
Normally Jakob wouldn’t have hesitated to go along with Kort’s plan, but tonight their testosterone was running equally strong and Kort could see his brother’s hesitation to obey. It showed in the beastly glow lighting Jakob’s gaze. After a tense moment, he growled and brushed past Kort.
With no finesse or any sense of tact, Jakob stormed at Tex. “Get out.”
“Hey,” Tex held up his hands and backed up. “I know how to find the door, no problem.”
“Now!”
Kort left Jakob to chase Tex away and stumbled down the hall toward Kristen’s bedroom. It wasn’t hard to figure out which door to head for since he’d seen her coming out of it earlier, but making it there without taking her back down to the ground was pure hell. Each step had his cock shifting and grinding against the soft walls of her pussy. Her sheath contracted around him, squeezing him tight enough to make the sweat start to gather over his balls.
It had not been ten minutes ago when he’d shot off so hard into her that Kort should have been sore and done for the night. It had been like three climaxes rolled into one, but that hadn’t softened his dick or stopped it from starting to itch with the need to thrust again.
Mated males rarely ever talked about what it was like the first time with their mates other than to make general comments about the sex being more intense. They’d certainly never said that the wolf would start to come out during the sex, taking control of the human body and morphing parts of it to attain its own ends.
Kort guessed he should have figured. Everybody always said it was the beast that demanded its mate. Obviously if the wolf wanted the woman, that meant in every way possible. Being caught in the throes of that seemingly insatiable hunger certainly changed Kort’s view of why newly mated couples spent days in bed.
He’d always figured it was because they could, but as he finally, reluctantly released Kristen to drop her on the bed, Kort understood it was because they had to. God, but she looked delicious. His mouth watered at the very sight of all those s
oft curves waiting to be explored.
Ignoring Jakob as he entered, Kort put a knee up on the mattress and reached over to arrange Kristen so she wasn’t crumpled up into a ball anymore, but spread out like the feast he intended to make of her. He took his time to make sure he’d stretched her legs wide enough that her swollen pussy lips no longer guarded any secrets, but parted to reveal all the creamy sweetness waiting to be picked up.
It physically hurt to constrain the need to dive right back into the luscious cunt, but Kort figured it was a pain he’d have to start living. The likelihood was he’d never get enough Kristen. Hell, it would probably take weeks of nothing but fucking his balls off in her to lower the ache in his balls to a manageable level. The problem was, Kort knew they didn’t have weeks.
“Should have brought a camera.” Jakob’s forlorn comment drew Kort’s gaze from their mate as he caught his brother studying her with such wistfulness it was kind of pathetic. Jakob glanced up and caught Kort’s disgusted look and shot him one back. “What? It’s not like she’s going to be any less pissed at us for what we didn’t do, so we might as well do them all.”
Jakob was absolutely right that their mate was likely to wake up pissed at them. Whatever the fallout from doing things this way, both brothers anticipated that it would be some time before they’d have free range to indulge in any kind of carnal delights with their mate.
They’d accepted those consequences because no matter how bad things got in the coming days, ultimately nobody would be able to deny them their mate. That grim thought settled in Kort’s mind as the beast twitched inside him, becoming annoyed at the slight whiff of another male.
The scent lingered, not fresh and not heavy, but definitely human and male and, worse, in their mate’s bedroom. Kristen had a lover, or had one in the past few weeks, not that she’d remember his name come morning. Once they got through with her, their mate would be ruined, unable to even tolerate the thought of another man touching her.
“So,” Kort nodded to the backpack Jakob had set down on the dresser, “what you got in the bag?”
Chapter 5Kristen muttered and swatted at whatever was tickling her stomach. The soft sensation that had invaded her sleep like an annoying gnat skittered away from her fingers, tracing delicate shivers up her side and making her smack even harder at the intrusion.
“Go the fuck away,” she barked when she couldn’t seem to deter whatever was irritating her.
* * * *
Still caught in the half-unconscious zone of near sleep, she popped to full, alert consciousness at the angered growl that answered her back. Her head snapped in the direction of the noise, her breath catching as her eyes looked on a set of glowing eyes.
The wolf glared down at her, remaining tense until Kristen dropped her gaze in submission. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Kristen may never have been mated before, but she knew the rituals. The wolf wasn’t supposed to come out until the moonlight ceremony itself. Until then they were all supposed to be people.
That didn’t change the fact that as she rolled her gaze to her other side Kristen encountered another set of glowing eyes. This one studied her, finally dropping its head to rest on her hip while its tail began to wag. Kristen couldn’t help but smile at the charming playfulness in the wolf’s features, even if his brother was continuing to sniff her up and down, checking for she didn’t know what.
Matching his growl with one of her own, Kristen shoved the annoying beast back so she could push up to a sit and curl around his brother. As a were, she’d been around wolves all her life and knew how to handle them in human form as long as they didn’t get feisty. If these two did, she could easily morph, which would assure they did her no real damage.
The wolf behind her barked, loud and hyper with annoyance, but Kristen didn’t pay that or the cold nose butting into her back any attention as she sank her fingers in the thick, soft fur of the other wolf’s neck. She knew just where and how to scratch to have his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he kicked his back leg to roll himself sideways and expose his chest in a silent plea for more.
Kristen grinned at the trusting display and obliged the big guy, delighting in making his hind leg whirl into an endless thumping motion when she found the sweet spot buried in all that plush fur. Unable to stop the laughter betraying her delight at having him at her mercy, she leaned forward, moving her hands harder and faster to see how quickly he could kick that leg.
The spontaneously joyful moment came to an abrupt end when the wet nose nudging against her spine slid straight down and lodge in the cleft of her ass. Startled, she shrieked, jerking away from the large wolf even as she turned to glare at him.
“Enough,” Kristen snapped at both of them, shoving them both back as she tried to scoot further up the bed and away from danger. “We’re done playing this game.”
Both males cocked their heads at her as if confused by her declaration, but Kristen knew damn good and well they understood her. Not fooled or amused by their act, she pinned them both a hard stare. “Change. Change back now.”
The only thing that changed was their bodies. Even as both wolves morphed back into human form, Kristen could still see the beast glowing at her through their focused gazes. She wasn’t any safer now. Actually, given what they could do with those two, hard male bodies, she was probably in a whole lot worse trouble now.
They knew it, too. Breaking into wide grins that still looked menacing enough with all those little teeth, both brothers left no doubt about what thoughts occupied their attention. Even in wolf form, Kristen wouldn’t have been any match for them, but as a human, she had no defense to offer.
It seemed prudent to call the wolf and let it offer what resistance it could muster. With the first hazy burst of transformation, twin roars ripped through the bedroom, sending her wolf retreating with a whimper and leaving Kristen with two obviously pissed off beasts glaring down at her.
The one who dared to stick his nose in her rear took a clearly challenging crawl forward, his arm coming down to cage her hip in. Left with only two choices and a split second to make a decision, Kristen responded on instinct.
Not willing to go down without a fight, she gripped the edge of the cover and ripped it up at the last moment, knocking the man to his side and tangling him in the bedding long enough for her escape. All she had to do was make it to the door, and then she could lock them in.
At least that’s how the plan went in her mind. In reality, she didn’t even make it off the edge of the bed before getting slammed by a weight heavy enough to pin down her knees. Trapped sideways and lopsided, she didn’t have any choice when the second man sauntered around the bed but to obey the hands he used to drag her into a more accessible position.
If she wasn’t going anywhere, she might as well get comfortable, not that having the second man pin her down helped. After nudging her on her back in nearly the center of the bed, the beast showed its true nature when it behaved like a wolf instead of the human it now inhabited.
Draping his arms over her chest much the same way his brother did his over her legs, they held her down like they had paws instead of arms. Kristen might have spared a moment to consider that oddity, but rational thought was slowly becoming impossible. With every breath she took, her nipples brushed against the soft, heated skin that stretched like a heavenly band across her chest.
The constant, gentle stroke sent sparkly showers flooding out of her chest. It rained out a warmth that had her shifting away from the sensation. It felt too good and was making Kristen start to want things she shouldn’t. Before she gave in to temptation and rubbed herself against him, she tried one last time to escape the unintentional caress.
“Come on,” she muttered. “That tickles.”
Typical male, he didn’t pay that complaint any attention. At least the wolf had that much in common with human behavior. Instead of shifting to a better position, he just looked up at her as his lips broke apart into another grinning pant. That long tongu
e fell out as if too big for his mouth and proving the rumors were true. He wasn’t fully human.
“Don’t drool on me,” Kristen warned him as she eyed that tongue distrustfully.
That earned her a lick straight up her neck, over her cheek, and even dragging up some of her hair. Instantly, she shoved him back, about to snap at him for being so obnoxious when she felt another soft, limber tongue curl around her foot. It tightened for a second before slowly slipping back, tracing over her arch in an almost ticklish caress.
“Oh, my God,” Kristen whispered when it dawned on her what the two depraved beasts pinning her down planned to do. “You’re going to eat me alive, aren’t you?”
A rumble went through both men that should have been a laugh, but the deep, savage sound came out sounding too menacing for that cheery a description. It fit what they planned to do because it was wicked and sick and the very reason she’d never wanted to be mated to a Covenanter.
They were all perverts unlike Narins. Narins never lost control over the beast, never allowed it to command their human bodies. Then again, Narins weren’t known to be the lovers that Covenanters were, so maybe perversion had its rewards.
As much as Kristen wanted to remain tense and angry at their strange needs, she couldn’t resist the warm, massaging pleasure of being so thoroughly licked by such gentle and talented tongues. The wolf inside her recognized the ritual for what it was and accepted the rights of the dominant males to bathe her. The woman only recognized the pleasure.
They worked over every muscle from toe to thigh and finger to shoulder, assuring each one had melted into useless rubber before moving on. Without the strength to recall a single objection, Kristen barely had the vigor to whimper or twist whenever they paused or shifted.
By the time they lifted their heads to turn and nuzzle her stomach, Kristen’s whole body was undulating with the molten spasms rolling through her body. With velvety swipes that left liquid flames smoldering in their trails, the males teased her tummy, letting their heads roll back so that only the plush brush of their hair teased the tender mounds that ached most to be licked.