by Callie Rose
It’s like the kiss outside of Cooper’s pilfered shed never ended. Trystan’s hands splay across my back, sliding beneath my shirt to palm my bare skin, and I lean into him, wishing I could be closer. His hands slip around to cup my breasts, palming the soft flesh and teasing my nipples, and I groan. Even the inch of material from our shirts is too much distance between us. I can feel multitudes of emotions in his kiss—heat, desire, possessiveness. But above all, I can feel his gratitude. I can sense how much he appreciates what I did, the nudge I gave him, even if it meant having to confront his shitty father.
I’m lost to the heat, to the way his body feels against mine, when a deep voice cuts through the bubble around us.
“Fucking hell. You’re gonna kill me, moonlight. Warn a guy before you put on a show like that.”
Dare.
I break away from Trystan’s lips and look over to find my other mate gazing at us from the other side of the room with heat in his gold-flecked brown eyes. He’s grinning, one corner of his mouth tilted upward. It’s a breath of fresh air to see him in such a good mood. The longer he’s with us, the more I feel like we’re beginning to see past the walls he’s had up for so long.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Dare adds, his voice dropping even lower as Archer appears in the living room doorway behind him.
Archer didn’t even see me and Trystan rounding second base, but he must sense the lingering sparks in the air. Or maybe he’s just noticing the way Trystan, Dare, and I are basically eye-fucking each other.
I didn’t even realize anyone else was home when we walked in and started making out. It’s been one thing after another the past few days, and I knew Ridge and Archer both had business with their packs this afternoon. Ridge, clearly, is still out, but Dare and Archer look at me and Trystan with heat in their eyes.
“What’s going on in here?” Archer asks, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth in a way that makes my core clench.
His question hangs in the space between us, and my pulse picks up a little. I think he already knows the answer to his question. And what was going on a moment ago is tame compared to what I’m thinking about now, with all three men looking at me like they want to eat me up.
Suddenly, the tension breaks. Trystan pulls me closer and picks me up, tossing me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing at all. He slaps my ass lightly and then makes a beeline for the bedroom, his feet eating up the distance with long, easy strides.
A surprised laugh bubbles out of me as he turns to look over his shoulder, throwing a glance back at my other mates.
“Come on, you two. If you want in, you better fucking hurry.”
7
Sable
I’m still laughing as Trystan carries me into the bedroom and deposits me lightly on the bed.
I flop back onto the mattress, gazing up at him with a grin as he stands at the foot of the bed watching me. “Isn’t this how the cavemen used to do it?”
He arches an eyebrow, his blue-green eyes dancing with heat and mirth. Then he makes a fist and thumps it against his chest. “Me claim woman.”
I giggle again, but my laughter slowly dies out as Archer and Dare step into the bedroom behind Trystan. Just like in the living room, the temperature in the space seems to rise almost immediately, filling the air with delicious tension and anticipation.
Trystan remains right where he is as the other two men come forward to join him, all three of them focused entirely on me. I have a vivid memory of the first time I did something like this with all my mates, back in the cabin we spent time in as a group. I remember staring at all four of them gathered at the foot of the bed, overwhelmed and excited and so very fucking turned on by the sight of so much pure, gorgeous maleness.
I feel the same way now, although the nerves that shot through me back then are nowhere to be found in the woman I’ve become. I know what sex with these men is like now. I know how good it can be, and I know that they will always take care of me. There’s nothing to be nervous about.
Dragging my bottom lip between my teeth, I kick off my shoes and let them fall to one side of the bed. Then I rise up onto my knees, gazing back at the men as they track the movement with hooded eyes. They’re all hard already, their cocks straining against the confines of their pants just from the sight of me on the bed—and the thought of what will come next.
I can’t help the way my eyes drift downward, and as a burst of heat floods my veins, I decide to do more than just look.
Walking forward on my knees, I reach out for the waistband of Trystan’s pants. He’s in the middle of the three men, surrounded by Dare on his right and Archer on his left. He sucks in a breath as my fingers nimbly pop the fly on his pants and drag the zipper down, and when I shove his boxers down to allow his cock to spring free, he groans softly.
God, I like the sound of that groan.
I’m not the most sexually experienced person—I was a virgin before I found my mates—but none of them ever make me feel awkward about that. They react to every one of my touches, no matter how tentative or uncertain, as if it might drive them wild with desire. And their reactions give me the confidence to try things that are new to me, to touch them the way I want without worrying about whether it’s right or not.
So I do exactly that.
I touch Trystan the way I want to, wrapping my fingers around his hard length and squeezing lightly.
He lets out another noise that makes me grin, and this time, Archer and Dare make sounds too. Shifting my weight a little, I sit back on my heels and lean forward to drag my tongue across the rounded tip of Trystan’s shaft, over the little slit that runs up the center and then around the entire thing. He sucks in a breath through his nose when I wrap my lips around him, continuing to swirl my tongue over the soft skin of his cock.
I tease him for a little while, exploring him with my mouth, learning the taste and feel of him. There’s a large vein that runs along the top of his shaft, and I lick that too before I swipe my tongue over his crown again. This time, the taste is slightly salty, and I shiver as his cock pulses in my hand.
He’s breathing harder when I pull away, and I look up through my lashes to see him gazing down at me with a ravenous expression in his eyes.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he murmurs.
I flush a little with pride. Whether it’s due to my actual skill or just because of the desire that flares between us like a wildfire, I can see how much having my mouth on his cock affected him.
Emboldened, I glance at my other two mates. Their gazes are locked on me again, and Archer is palming his hard cock through his pants, dragging his hand up and down as if he couldn’t wait for a little relief.
But I want to be the one to give it to him. I already tasted Trystan. Now I want to taste Archer and Dare too.
Moving toward my blond-haired mate, I take his hand and pull it away from his body. He doesn’t resist at all, and when I undo his pants and free his heavy cock from the constraints of his clothes, he tips his head back, his eyelids drooping.
I take my time exploring him, just like I did with Trystan. I’ve been fucked by all of my mates, multiple times, so I know they’re each built a little differently. But this is the first time I’ve touched them all so intimately, hungrily and unabashedly discovering everything about them.
His cock is a little thicker and a little shorter than Trystan’s, curving upward slightly, and when I wrap my mouth around him, his taste is different too. I can’t put into words what they each taste like, but it’s as distinctive as the two men themselves are. As I trace every inch of Archer’s cock that I can reach with my tongue, my core clenches, wetness dampening my panties. He groans softly, shifting his hips forward a little as I slide my lips lower and take him as deep as I can.
When I release him at last with a wet pop, he looks down at me with something like awe in his expression. His cheeks are a little flushed, and his hair is tousled and messy, as if he’s been running his hands through it
.
Licking my lips, I pull back and shift my weight a little, my gaze drifting over to meet Dare’s. His eyes smolder with an inner light, the flecks of gold a beautiful contrast to the rich brown of his irises. I’m suddenly desperate to have him in my mouth too, and I move more quickly and with less finesse than I did when I unzipped Trystan’s pants at the beginning of all of this.
Dare doesn’t seem to mind though. In fact, my obvious eagerness seems to turn him on, and he murmurs rough words of praise, tangling his hands in my hair as I finally shove his pants down and fetch out his hard cock. It throbs in my grasp, and I close my lips around it and bob my head as he lets out a deep curse.
I lick and suck him, reveling in the tension I can feel building in his body. I lap up the tangy droplets that spill from his tip, using my saliva to slick his entire length as my hand strokes him in tandem with my mouth.
When I release him and lean back, he untangles his fingers from my hair. His cock juts out from his body, still wet and gleaming, and I realize that the crotch of my panties is soaked. I had no idea this would turn me on so much. I just wanted to touch them, to explore them, and to give them some of the same kind of pleasure they so often give me. But the musky smell of their arousal, the way their powerful bodies respond to me, the sexy noises they make? It’s all driving my own arousal higher and higher, making me want more.
So I take what I want.
I put my mouth on Trystan again, but this time, I reach out with both hands to keep stroking Archer and Dare. All three men let out low groans, shifting to stand a bit closer to each other to make it easier for me. When I put my mouth on Archer again, I can only reach Trystan with my hand, but I know Dare is stroking himself as he watches me. And when I move over to wrap my lips around Dare, he grips my hair even tighter this time, just enough to send a little jolt of sensation racing down my spine from the pressure on my scalp.
My movements become faster and a little sloppier, and I suck in air through my nose as I slide my lips up and down his cock.
My clit is pulsing in time to my frantic heartbeat by now, and I’m so desperate for some relief that I reach my free hand down between my legs, delving it inside my pants to find my clit. My fingers circle in rapid motions, and I whimper as pleasure surges through me.
“Oh fuck, moonlight. God, you look gorgeous like this.”
Dare’s voice is choked and rough, and I bob my head even faster as I listen to the harsh sounds of his breathing, punctuated by my other two mates.
My toes curl against the blanket as the pulsing pleasure in my clit spreads outward, enveloping my whole body. I take so much of Dare in my mouth that I almost gag, and the growl that rumbles in his chest pushes me over the edge. I come hard, my hips moving against the pressure of my fingers as I try to keep sucking and licking Dare. I can hear Trystan and Archer stroking themselves, and Trystan lets out a muffled laugh.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come like this in about a second and a half.”
I can tell he means it. I can hear the tension in his voice, the effort of holding himself back from release. Part of me wants him to—wants to see his cum spill over his fingers, see his hips jerk forward into his hand as he stares down at me.
But the other part of me? The greedy she-wolf who isn’t done claiming her mates? She wants more.
I want to be touching all three of my men when they come. I want to feel it viscerally, want to be as deeply connected to them as possible when it happens.
Sliding my lips up Dare’s cock one last time, I release him from my mouth, dragging my hand out from inside my pants as I look up at Trystan. “Fuck me. Please.”
I’ve always thought I suck at dirty talk, but maybe I’m getting better, because the words fall off my tongue easily, my voice husky with desire. And he doesn’t need me to ask twice.
All three men quickly tug off their clothes, and I do the same, pulling my shirt over my head before undoing my pants. They’re faster than I am, and I’m just shoving my pants down over my hips when they join me on the bed.
Trystan pushes me gently back onto the mattress and takes over the job of undressing me, peeling my pants and panties down my legs before tossing them away. Then he hooks my legs under the knees and drags me a little closer to him, lifting my ass off the bed a little as the tip of his cock grazes my soaked entrance.
“This is what you want, Sable?” he asks, his voice both teasing and loaded with desire. “You want my cock?” He jerks his chin at Archer and Dare, who have settled on their knees on either side of us, fisting their hard lengths. “You want their cocks?”
“Yes,” I whisper, my hips gyrating a little as I arch my back, desperate to feel Trystan slide into me. “I want all of you.”
I don’t know quite how that’s possible, but it’s exactly what I want. I want them all. Not one after another—at the same time.
Trystan groans softly. Then he notches his shaft at my entrance and drives into me. It’s a smooth, deep thrust, and the feel of him filling me completely makes me tip my head back, my body momentarily overwhelmed by the sensations. He gives me just a second to adjust to him, then he begins to fuck me in even strokes, gazing down at me as he holds my legs right where he wants them.
I’m not in control of our movements at all. It’s all Trystan. But he gives me just what I need, driving into me and grinding against me a little every time he bottoms out, making my already swollen clit pulse with pleasure.
On either side of us, Archer and Dare are watching, and the look on their faces as they watch Trystan fuck me almost makes me come again right away.
But I don’t want to—not like this. I still want more.
As Trystan continues to thrust in and out of me, I start to reach up toward Archer. But before I can wrap my fingers around his hand and at least join him in stroking his cock, Trystan pulls out of me.
I let out a startled, indignant sound, and he laughs, leaning over me to kiss me deeply. When we break apart, his lips graze my ear as he whispers, “Don’t worry, I’m not done. Not by a long fucking shot. But I know what you want.”
Then he leans back, giving my ass a squeeze as he flips me over onto all fours. I realize what he’s doing with a thrill of excitement, and I glance back over my shoulder at him as I splay my palms and fingers over the bedspread.
His cock is slick and wet, and when he grabs my hips and drives back into me, my body easily accommodates him. As he begins to fuck me from behind, Dare and Archer move around so that they’re closer to my head than the sides of my body. I look up at them, suddenly understanding exactly what Trystan had in mind.
Leaning forward a little, I graze my tongue over Archer’s cock before wrapping my lips around him, hollowing my cheeks as I suck lightly. Leaving one hand on the bed for balance, I reach up with the other and wrap my fingers around Dare’s hardness, loving the way he grunts in approval.
This is what I wanted. What I needed.
I’m connected to all three of them, and as Trystan’s thrusts begin to take on greater urgency, my mouth and hands move faster too.
Pleasure is like a white-hot flame inside my veins, licking through me with every beat of my heart. I moan around Archer’s cock, and his breath hitches in response.
“I’m close, Sable,” he mutters, his hands finding my hair just like Dare’s did earlier. “Fuck, I’m close. You feel so good. So perfect.”
His almost delirious words of praise make me flush all over, and I push my ass back against Trystan, making each one of his thrusts harder and deeper. When I feel his cock thicken inside me, I finally stop trying to stave off the ecstasy building inside me. He pounds into me one more time and then stops, grinding his hips against my ass as he floods me with his release.
My core clamps down hard around him, an orgasm barreling through me, making me shudder and shake.
“Oh fuck!”
Archer’s harsh cry comes a second before he comes in my mouth, and I swallow several times as salty liquid hits my tongue. He t
hrobs with each pulse of his release, and I keep swallowing until I’m sure he’s done. Even then, I drag my tongue over the length of him before finally releasing him from my mouth.
I’m panting for breath, one hand still wrapped around Dare’s cock. He hasn’t come yet, but I can tell he’s so fucking close. He’s breathing like he just sprinted several miles, and when I look up at him, his pupils are so dilated that his eyes look almost black. It makes him look sexy and dangerous in the best way, and when I shift a little so I can put my mouth on him instead, he lets out a string of curses.
Trystan’s cock is still buried inside me, and I’m highly aware of it as I use my mouth to push Dare over the edge. I can’t stop thinking of how dirty and intimate and perfect this moment is, and I squeeze Trystan rhythmically with my inner walls as I suck Dare’s pulsing shaft.
“Greedy.” Trystan chuckles, his voice dripping with desire. “So fucking greedy. I love it.”
He curls his upper body around mine a little, sliding one hand around to find my clit as I bob my head over Dare’s cock. My body is still recovering from two toe-curling orgasms, but to my surprise, the pressure of his fingertips on my clit pushes me right back to the place I was right before I came—my body hungry and wanting.
I moan around Dare’s thick length, my eyelids dropping closed as sensation overwhelms me. And when a third orgasm washes through me, Dare lets go too.
His cum spills over my tongue, and I swallow it just like I swallowed Archer’s, my thighs clenching and my back arching as I ride out the wave of pleasure.
Finally, Dare draws back a little, slipping his still semi-hard cock out from between my lips. Trystan withdraws carefully too, and I feel his cum drip down my inner thigh as he lifts me again and settles me onto my back.
He drops his head to kiss me again, and I slide my fingers through his hair as I return it eagerly. The other two men kiss me too, lazy and slow and deep, and then we all collapse onto the bed in a messy pile of limbs.