by Jenny Penn
“I’m hanging hard and tight here, bro,” Kort warned Jakob. “So you got a point, make it. Otherwise, there is a pussy waiting to wear out the ache in my balls.”
“That’s just what she wants.” Jakob stepped forward, blocking Kort’s path as his words picked up speed with his increasing urgency. “Kristen wants you desperate. This whole time, she’s been playing us, playing on our desire for her.”
That sounded like a punishable offense, but Kort didn’t know if he followed his brother’s logic. “The whole time?”
“Think about it,” Jakob urged. “From that first night when she ran. What do you think she thought would happen?”
“Well, she said—”
“No,” Jakob snapped. “Not what she said, what any female werewolf would know would happen if she ran from her mates.”
“We’d chase.” Kort gave him the answer Jakob obviously fished for.
“Yes,” Jakob eagerly agreed. “She set the whole situation up.”
“Then she got mad about it.” Kort began to catch on, seeing the reason in Jakob’s logic and seeing the hole in it. “But then she went to Lilly. Why’d she do that if she had forced our hand in mating her that way?”
“Because she’s not upset about the mating. It’s about control and Kristen’s need to always have it.”
“And we made her lose it that first night,” Kort whispered, remembering with a sense of awe how she’d given herself completely over to them.
“She lost control of herself.” Jakob shifted, turning to look up at Kristen’s window. “And all this, going to Lilly, forcing us to have sex without releases, Peter, taunting us tonight, it’s all about her attempt to push us so beyond our control we don’t stand a chance of stealing hers again.”
“I don’t know.” Kort still thought it all sounded a little overwrought. “Kristen never talks about control.”
“Most people don’t know why they do what they do.” Jakob grunted and cast Kort a look that assured him Jakob included Kort in that group. “If people understood themselves, the world wouldn’t need shrinks.”
Kort snorted at the very idea of Jakob as a shrink. Most times his brother tended to be as lost as Kort when it came to the female mind. That certainly had seemed to be true when it came to Kristen. Still, as Kort considered it, he had to admit that Jakob might have a point.
Kristen’s motives probably were more convoluted than a normal woman’s. It probably had something to do with that big brain of hers. In a lot of ways her intelligence fascinated Kort, making him consider things he wouldn’t normally. Sure as hell, he’d never have thought that she’d set this all into motion.
Then again, Jakob could still be wrong. Studying the grimly determined set of Jakob’s jaw, Kort didn’t doubt his brother believed what he said. That didn’t make Kort any more certain.
“How you know you’re right?”
“Simple.” Jakob shrugged, turning back to gaze up at Kristen’s room. “If I am then Kristen’s up there, naked and doing something to herself that’s designed to make both of us lose it the minute we step into her room.”
By “something,” Jakob meant pleasuring herself. Just the thought of watching Kristen touch herself about made Kort lose it right there and then. The wolf inside him howled, making his cock leap and weep with the need to rush forward and see the show. Forget watching, the hungry beast inside him growled, he wanted to be a part of the production.
“So,” Kort tried to force a calming breath down his throat, attempting to think around the lust fogging his mind, “what are we supposed to do? Resist?”
Because if that’s what Jakob intended, that they walk away, Kort would have to disagree. Kristen needed to be fucked, fucked into submission, into accepting her place in their lives. More importantly, Kort needed to be buried inside her tight, wet cunt listening to her plead with him for more. That would be about the only thing that would soothe the ache deep inside.
“No.” Jakob snorted. “Don’t be stupid. We don’t walk away. We take control. That’s the way we win.”
“You sure about that?” Kort asked, eyeing Jakob suspiciously.
He didn’t like being called stupid, but the hard cut of words bothered him more. The slip in Jakob’s patience had revealed the anger still boiling hot under his calm tone. Kort understood about the rage, but he also knew his brother well enough to know Kristen wasn’t the only member of their family who valued control.
“Or is this just an excuse to get all your toys out to play with? Because I’m not waiting for you to go home and get them.” Hell, Kort wouldn’t even be waiting another minute. He could only endure the pain in his balls for so long. His fortitude had about run out.
“No, it’s not,” Jakob shot back, a smug grin pulling on his lips. “Because they’re all here, been using a few on our mate these past couple weeks, which proves I don’t need an excuse.”
“Bet she hasn’t let you use the binds or whips,” Kort spat, honestly jealous that his brother had gotten to have more fun than him.
“Bet she can’t stop me tonight, no matter what.”
“And who is the control freak again?”
Jakob shot him a dirty look for that dig, but didn’t provoke the fight further. “We walk in and find her the way I said, then I’m right and we do things my way. Agreed?”
“Agreed,” Kort answered instantly, tired of wasting his time arguing with Jakob. “But if you’re wrong. I get to mount her first.”
Chapter 22Braced, prepared for just about anything, Kort nodded at Jakob and watched with baited breath as he turned the knob. The moment of truth had come. Time to find out what waited for them on the other side of Kristen’s door.
Pushing the heavy wood in, Jakob’s feet didn’t budge as it gave away to reveal one of Kort’s favorite fantasies—Kristen on all fours, face pressed to the mattress, lips slack and wide as she moaned out her pleasure and that sweet ass tilted high in the air, legs spread and all her secrets revealed. The only difference between reality and his wet dreams was that Kort had always been the one feeding cock to that pink pussy. His dick, not some piece of worthless plastic.
But Kristen knew her part, playing it better in real life than she had in any of his carnal musings. Her blue eyes, darkened by desire, gazed back at Kort through a thick forest of eyelashes, making him clench as he felt drawn into the moment. The vixen knew it, too, and lured him in deeper with her slumberous smile, with her soft, sensuous voice.
“I didn’t think you two were ever going to join me.” Her hand never slowed as it pumped the dildo deep into her pussy. “Sorry, I couldn’t wait.”
Kort growled, out of patience himself. Surging forward, he found Jakob immovable as he blocked the doorway. Holding on to the frame, Jakob resisted Kort’s attempt to shove him free and shot his brother an annoyed look.
“I was right. We do things my way.” Kort snarled, not interested in playing any of Jakob’s stupid games. “There is only one way I intend to do things.”
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“Not yet.”
“Now.”
That was the beast growling out its demand. It had waited two damn weeks to come off the chain. The temptation of Kristen not ten feet from him, fucking her delectable little cunt, had caused the damn wolf to chew through its leash. It wanted to bathe itself in her heavenly tightness, to devour the sweet cream flowing out of her pussy and then fuck it raw.
“It’ll be more fun my way.”
That vow had Kort’s gaze cutting to his brother. It didn’t linger on Jakob’s smile, too desperate for the sight of the erotic show Kristen was putting on. Jakob’s words, though, resonated with the beast.
“Trust me, Kort, I don’t have a lot of patience either, and I think Kristen should be punished for that. Don’t you?”
Yes, Kort surely did. The maddening woman had him walking around bowlegged for the past two weeks. He’d suffered through the most excruciating pain every second of every day, enduring for her. Kristen, on
the other hand, couldn’t wait long enough to scratch her own itches. That didn’t seem right or fair to Kort.
“Then let’s do this right.”
“Glad you’re on board. We’re going to need a few things.” Jakob nodded toward the desk, where Kristen had spread out the supplies Jakob must have brought with him. Either that or his princess had some interesting tastes.
Not that Kristen paid them any mind. Her eyes had drifted closed.
The panting moans falling from her lips started to pitch higher as she worked the dildo into a frenzy that had her hips jerking back, fucking herself onto the toy. That was his woman, she liked to be ridden hard and fast. It made her come just the same way, and Kort could see her straining toward a release.
His little darling probably knew what they planned and wanted to get one last climax in before they got their hands on her. Unfortunately for Kristen, she wasn’t fast enough.
“Here, let me.”
Jakob’s smooth voice had Kort tensing as his brother reached out to cover Kristen’s. Forcing all motion to a stop for a second, he took control of the dildo, dragging it slowly out of her clenched sheath while Kristen whimpered. The sound turned to a whine when the toy slipped free.
The objection whipped into a cascade of small, panting gasps as the thick head of the fake dick slid up the shadowed path that divided her ass cheeks. A large, tanned hand appeared to palm her soft flesh, the fingers pressing into the pale skin before Jakob gripped her sweet cheek and parted it to reveal the clenched entrance it hid.
Eyes fixated on the slow track the toy took, Kort swallowed, feeling the pound of his pulse in his throbbing cock as the rounded head dipped slightly against the puckered indention of her asshole. He could see Kristen tense with the same excitement that tightened in his balls. Unlike Kort, whose breath caught in anticipation of the moment, Jakob would push in and stretch that puckered entrance wide. Kristen’s breath trembled and tumbled with a single anxious question.
“Jakob?”
“You were doing it wrong, cupcake.” With a savage twist of his wrist, Jakob fed her ass a whole inch of hard, plastic cock. “It goes here.”
Kristen squealed at the sudden penetration, her hands gripping fistfuls of the bedding as she tried to squirm higher and away from the toy slowly forging deeper and deeper into her ass. But even as she sought escape, her hips tilted, offering more of herself up for the invasion.
The peals of high-pitched excitement falling from her lips came faster and harder, condensing into shrieks as Jakob seated the dildo fully inside her. If it had been Kort’s eager erection held snug in that tight ass, the little darling would surely be screaming right now instead of crying that it was not enough.
“JD was kind of clear on the noise thing.” Jakob nodded toward Kort’s hand, prompting him back to the moment.
It soon would be his swollen flesh tunneling through the strong grip of Kristen’s lush ass, and then he’d ride her until every last drop had been wrung from his balls. Only once his dick had withered and failed would he let Kristen go. First, though, they had to prepare her.
Nodding up at Jakob, Kort crawled onto the bed and that much closer to temptation. It only got that much harder to resist when Jakob started twisting and bouncing the toy, making Kristen’s mouth fall open on a scream. Flushed and shuddering, she looked so damn good Kort could just—
“Anytime now, man.”
Prodded back to the task yet again, Kort lifted the ties in his hand and gave Jakob another nod. Already playing with their mate, Jakob’s motions became more savage, rendering Kristen completely defenseless as Kort slipped the ball on the gag between her lips. They closed instantly, smothering out her cries as she tried to spit the gag back out.
Jakob gave Kort the moment he needed when he shafted the full length of the fake cock in and out of her hard. Tying off the ends of the gag, Kort locked Kristen’s shrill screams deep inside her throat. Only squeaks and muffled shouts whispered around the edge of the ball, but Kort got the message.
Kristen started grunting, fucking herself back against the dildo and arching her back to get the best angle possible. With her eyes closed, she looked lost in her pleasure, so out of touch with reality she didn’t even notice when Kort slid the blindfold over her face. Tears trickled from under her lashes, wetting her cheeks and making the black fabric stick.
Kort smoothed away the stray strands of hair clinging to the edges of her face and gave her a gentle kiss on temple. “It’s a shame we have to gag you, honey, because there are so many things I’d planned on you doing with those luscious lips. You’re going to be punished for that, count it as number thirteen.”
Kristen mewed, but Kort didn’t know if that was his warning or Jakob’s fingers slipping through her slick folds that elicited the sexy sound. So sensitive, she jerked so hard her arms wobbled and her face hit the mattress. Even around the gag Kort could make out her whimpered pleas as Jakob’s fingers dipped and disappeared in the honeyed opening of her cunt.
Kort didn’t doubt his brother gave her a nice massage along the thin stretch of skin dividing his touch from the unforgiving plastic buried in her ass. He couldn’t wait until it was his dick and his hand driving her crazy.
Taking a man there made a woman know her place. It made her weak, vulnerable, totally dominated, and at the control of the man who claimed her. Kort wanted to be that man again. When he’d sunk himself into that ass the first night, he’d felt completely empowered, emboldened by the very knowledge that he possessed her totally and completely.
Kristen had submitted to him then as she would now. The beast demanded it as payment for the pain it suffered in knowing she cared for another. There would be no other, and he’d fuck her until she knew no other. Kort needed the assurance she was his, and he needed it now.
Unconcerned with Jakob’s plans and knowing his brother could work around him, Kort shed his pants and reached for the lube. His dick didn’t need his fist to get it primed and ready. With his cock head leaking with excitement, Kort didn’t need the lube either, but he used it. Not willing to risk hurting Kristen, he even let Jakob play with her until both were certain she was ready.
The scent of feminine arousal thickened in the air, combining with the musk and overwhelming it as Kristen started to come undone. Shuddering violently, she struggled to rise back up on her hands, moaning and thrusting as she tried to rush toward release. Neither brother intended to let her find it.
Jakob didn’t show any mercy when he whipped the toy free, his other hand lifting from her pussy to crack a sticky slap over her ass. Kristen wobbled and collapsed under the impact, clearly struggling to scream around the gag. Her resistance didn’t end there. Before her hand could dip all the way down to her pussy, Jakob had it trapped in his own.
Kort didn’t intend to give her struggles a chance to escalate. Stepping up behind her as Jakob moved back, he finally gave free reign to the wolf. Clenching back only its howl as it surged forward, sinking his fingers into the luxurious plushness of her ass.
“You don’t take, cupcake.” Jakob’s voice snapped over Kristen like a whip, making the woman beneath Kort go stiff in his hands. “You beg and hope we feel like giving.”
Kort had something to give her, but didn’t bother to explain. Instead, he showed. Splitting her cheeks wide, he brought his drooling cock head up to kiss the puckered entrance of her ass. Not even bothering to put a knee on the mattress and meet her halfway, Kort whipped her back, slamming her down his entire length in one swift move that buried his balls against the satiny smoothness of the ass he’d just taken.
A ripple of pleasure rushed through him so violent and hard it weakened his muscles with the same tremors that rippled through his mate. Clenched tight in her ass, Kort could feel every spasm that rolled over her walls. Each one felt delectable as they tickled over the tight skin of his cock, luring his swollen member into shifting, pumping, fucking those ripples into full waves that would easily milk the seed from his ba
lls. Kort would have given in to those urges if Jakob hadn’t intervened.
“Roll her over, Kort.”
He didn’t normally take orders from his brother, but he’d promised Jakob the night. Obeying, though, was still one of the hardest things he’d ever tried to do. Kristen waited with her breath held and her heart still to see if Kort followed that command. She could feel him tense and uncertain behind her, hesitating to bring a halt to what felt so good. Even if Kort could, she couldn’t hold back the rapture flooding her body with the need for more.
Already burning from having her barely tried muscles stretched so wide by his heated length, her ass clenched and milked Kort’s cock in a desperate frenzy for a little more, more friction, more movement, more of the delicious dick making tendrils of flames lick up her spine. The sliver of pain infused the bliss radiating through her, causing delightful ripples to echo all the way down to her very fingertips.
Kristen tingled and ached, unable and unwilling to control the slow sway of her hips keeping the mouthwatering thrills alive. Not an inch, not even a half, but the gentle rub of his hard cock pressing into her tender walls as she shifted had Kristen grunting, wanting to lift up and really exploit the sensation. Only her arms couldn’t hold her weight, too weak to even stiffen up for a try.
Her legs trembled with the same joyful ripples, but there was still strength there, enough to hold her weight when Kristen dropped her feet over the edge of the bed. She didn’t try to force herself to stand, but let her legs straighten out, lifting her ass up and gripping the cock inside her so tight she could feel every pulse rippling down his vein. The vibration rolled across her tender walls, igniting brush fires of rapture that needed to be stoked.
Before she could shift and soothe the wanton lust boiling in her veins, Kort snarled, jerking and treating her to one orgasmic thrust before his arm clamped around her waist. Kristen’s momentary hope that he’d continue and drive the ecstasy already cresting around her to completion faded as the world whirled around her. The motion jarred the hardness teasing her ass, making his cock bump and grind in all sorts of fantastic ways.