Taken by Wolves [Call of the Wolf 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Diane Leyne

  He kicked his legs free from his pants and walked over to where she stood.

  “Like what you see?” He looked over at Ginger and when he saw her smile, he continued. “It’s yours, baby. All yours. For the rest of our lives, I’ll get this way only for you. Now get down on your knees and worship it.”

  His cock jerked painfully, a drop of pre-cum decorating the tip, and Ginger fell to her knees and reached for him. He moved closer, one hand cupping her head, the other guiding his cock past her lips.

  From the second her lips closed on him, he knew that his words hadn’t been exaggerated sexy talk to win over a woman. They were the absolute truth. He wanted nothing more than to fill all of her holes and make her admit that she was his, theirs, and that they would Mate this coming full moon.

  But then he stopped thinking as her tongue bathed the head of his cock before she moved her mouth, taking him deep. He could feel her tongue swirling on his length as her hand came up to cup his balls, gently squeezing and tugging on them. He could feel his eyes start to roll back in his head from the sheer pleasure as she suckled strongly, taking him to the back of her throat.

  With a growl, he gripped her head with both hands and took control. He looked down and saw her face contorted with pleasure, almost as if she was receiving and not just giving it.

  Suddenly he had an overwhelming need to bury himself in her pussy, but not before he finished claiming her mouth.

  “Look at me!” he commanded.

  When she met his eyes, he gripped her head with both hands, tightly entwining his fingers in her hair.

  “Relax your jaw and throat. When I push deep, swallow on my cock. I’m going to come down our throat, and then I’m going to fuck your pussy all night long so that you walk bowlegged tomorrow.”

  He smiled as her eyes widened, but then he felt her struggle to comply with his order. He groaned as his cock twitched. He wasn’t going to last long. Luckily wolves had remarkable recuperative powers, especially with their Mates, even if it wasn’t a done deal yet.

  Moving faster now, he set up a rhythm, pushing in and out of her mouth, going deeper each time. He could see her struggle to control her gag reflex as he pushed against the back of her throat, but he didn’t give her any quarter, pushing deeper with each stroke until he was buried so deep inside that her nose was buried in his pubic hair with each stroke.

  All too soon, it was time. He held himself deep and let go, pulse after pulse of warm cum shooting directly down her throat so she had no choice but to swallow his seed. He wanted to howl in triumph.

  Pulling back slightly, he pulled his still-hard cock from her mouth. Then he reached down and pulled her to her feet. She was still dressed. He grinned.

  “I hope you don’t have any kind of emotional attachment to these clothes.”

  At her puzzled expression, he reached out and ripped her T-shirt off her body, tearing it in two to expose her lacy bra that barely kept her breasts contained. It had a front closure, so he didn’t have to rip it, but he wanted to. He wanted to show her he was her Alpha and he controlled all things, but it was pretty and lacy and looked expensive, so her simply undid the clasp and let it fall to the ground.

  Then he reached for the fastening of her jeans. As good as her ass looked in them, he was seriously considering ordering her to wear only skirts so he could always have easy access to her pussy. Pushing down her jeans, he hooked his thumbs under the lacy edge of her panties, stripping both off her at the same time. He could feel her hand on his shoulder as she braced herself as she raised one and then the other leg so he could remove her shoes and then her remaining clothes.

  Once she was naked, he stood back to drink her all in. He was pleased to see that the carpet did, in fact, match the drapes as he reached a big finger out to touch her fiery pubic hair.

  “Very nice. It has to go, of course, but not until after my brothers get a chance to see it. Then we’ll do rock, paper, scissors to decide who gets the privilege of shaving your pussy bare.”

  * * * *

  Ginger felt her stomach do a flip-flop. She tried to concentrate. What was it with these bickering Andersons? Were they seriously going to decide by playing rock, paper, scissors? Couldn’t they just discuss things and decide like normal men?

  But nothing about this situation was normal. And now she was here in her bedroom standing naked with a man she’d only met this morning. She’d already sucked his cock, and soon it would be inside her.

  And it was huge, the biggest she’d ever seen. Would it fit? She felt a sudden pulse of desire. She definitely wanted to give it that old college try. She grinned wickedly at Sully.

  In response, he gripped her hand and pulled her to him. She could feel his cock, hard against her belly as he lowered his lips to hers. She could feel her pebbled nipples pressing against his rock-hard pecs and the moisture leaking out of her pussy, dripping down her inner thighs.

  He wasn’t gentle this time. It felt like he wanted to devour her. His tongue invaded her mouth. His hands and arms held her in an iron grip against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. When she felt his hands move lower to grip her butt, she pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his middle.

  She was so caught up in the kiss that she didn’t realize he moved until she felt her back up against the wall, his cock posed at her dripping pussy. He then broke the kiss, pulling his head back from hers to utter a single word.

  “Mine!”

  And then he was inside her, his cock pushing up deeper and deeper into her swollen pussy. She was helpless, pressed against the wall, her feet off the floor, as he impaled her in a single stroke.

  Then he stilled as her body struggled to accommodate his size. With one hand, he reached between their bodies to find that bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs and rub it lightly.

  Ginger felt her pussy contract, and then suddenly she was spasming around him, clamping down hard on his cock as he continued to attend to her clit, his fingers getting rougher and rougher as her climax slammed through her.

  And then he removed his hand to hold her in place against the wall, and he was pulling his cock out only to slam it back in, over and over and over, angling his body in such a way that every stroke rubbed against her swollen clit, extending her orgasm as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

  It felt like it would never end. After the first few minutes, Ginger felt her body go limp everywhere but her pussy, which pulsed and gripped the cock that invaded it. She felt her orgasm continue to ripple through her. It had transformed from an explosion to a series of ripples like water lapping at the ocean, sure, unstopping, and relentless like Sully was as he rode her hard.

  Over and over again his cock moved in and out of her until finally, he held himself deep and she could feel him coming inside the condom he wore. Hell, she hadn’t even noticed him donning it, but the small part of her brain still capable of rational thought appreciated the gesture.

  * * * *

  She must have passed out because the next thing she knew, she was lying in bed, the covers pulled down, and Sully’s talented mouth latched onto her nipple, suckling like a starving infant.

  She moaned.

  She saw him glance up at her before he moved to attend to her other nipple. She could feel his teeth gripping the hardened bud and tugging lightly as he used one hand to pinch the nipple his mouth had previously released.

  Back and forth he went, licking, sucking, biting, pinching, tugging, and squeezing her nipples and breasts with his mouth, fingers, and hand until she was begging him to fuck her again.

  “Please, Sully. I need you inside me. Please. I need your cock now.”

  She could hear his cry of triumph, but she didn’t care as he slid up her body until they were eye-to-eye.

  “Are you asking me or begging me?”

  “Damn you, Sully. Begging. Please, I need you inside me now, damn it. Fuck me, Sully!”

  “Well, since you ask so nicely.”r />
  She could hear the amusement in his voice, but Ginger didn’t care because she could feel his condom-covered cock pushing inside her. Damn his wolf reflexes. She didn’t know how he could don one so quickly, but she was glad he did so. She was too overcome by lust to think about the practicalities.

  * * * *

  Sully stretched and lay back on the bed. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so good. Hell, he couldn’t remember ever feeling this good. He and Ginger had fucked half a dozen times during the night. The last time he’d awoken with a throbbing erection and had rolled over to claim his Mate, she’d automatically parted her thighs and then fallen back asleep after he’d taken her yet again.

  His cock, however, wasn’t satisfied, so he donned yet another condom, his last, he realized, and made a mental note to head down to Costco and stock up. Sighing happily, he buried himself deep in Ginger’s pussy and waited for her to wake up. Her legs had again parted for him automatically as if, even in sleep, she recognized his right to her pussy.

  He started moving slowly within her, in and out, in and out. He was so lost in the feeling that he didn’t realize that Ginger had awoken until he felt her wrap her thighs around his waist and grip him tightly.

  It was like a switch had been flipped. He went from a gentle stroll to an all-out sprint, pounding into Ginger until he felt her pussy spasm, clamping down as if trying to milk his cock, and then he let himself come, filling the condom with rope after rope of cum until he was finally spent and panting hard as he pulled out of her warm pussy and rolled over to dispose of the condom.

  “We all need to get medical certificates, and then, if you aren’t ready for a baby yet, we have to get you on birth control, because I don’t want to use rubbers. I want to be able to watch as my cum and my brothers’ cum drips from your pussy. I want to be able to come in you and on you and not worry about protection so we don’t ever end up with a situation like this again.”

  “What situation?” Sully watched her brow furrow adorably.

  “I’m horny again, and we’re out of condoms.”

  “We can work on the long-term solution later, but in the meantime I think I can help you with your problem.”

  It was Sully’s turn to furrow his brow, but inquiry changed to comprehension and then anticipation as Ginger slowly slid down his body, and when her mouth closed on his cock, his eyes rolled back and he reached up to grip the headboard as he fought for control while Ginger’s mouth took him deep.

  Chapter Eleven

  Ginger sat back at her desk and stretched. And yawned. Again. It was only five p.m, but she was exhausted. She hadn’t gotten much sleep last night thanks to Sully. She got up to get some coffee. She wondered whose turn it would be tonight. If they were going by age, Nate would be next.

  She groaned as she walked to the kitchen. She was sore all over, in a good way, but she wondered if her tender pussy could take another night like the one she’d just spent.

  She got back to work and tried not to think about the coming night. She’d just finished the last file and swallowed the last of her coffee when the door opened. She had to hide a grin. Nate. She’d been right.

  “Ready to go?”

  “Just have to log off. I’ll be ready in five.”

  “I’ll be waiting.” He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and walked out. Ginger found herself hurrying as she felt a jolt to her pussy. Damn these brothers were doing something to her equilibrium. She would likely spend every waking minute thinking about them if she didn’t force herself to concentrate on work. Hell, twenty-four hours ago, they were just names in stories Samantha told her, and now she’d slept with the oldest and was now planning on sleeping with the middle brother, not that she expected to do much sleeping.

  Did this mean that the brothers were right and they were all destined to be Mated? Hell if she knew, but she was definitely going to enjoy finding out. She sobered for a moment. There was more to a successful relationship than sex. It was an important part of a relationship, but it wasn’t the only facet that mattered. They had to get to know one another to find out if they were compatible in other ways. Mating was forever. There was no divorce. Mating happened on an almost cellular level. Once it happened, there was no going back, so she wasn’t going to let them rush her into it. She’d take as many days or weeks or even months as it took for her to decide that it was the right choice for her. In the meantime, she was not going to turn down hot sex with three smoking-hot and very well-hung men. She grinned to herself. She might be walking bowlegged by the end as Sully had threatened, but she’d enjoy every damned minute.

  She grabbed the bag of supplies she’d picked up at lunchtime and then almost skipped down the steps, letting the door close behind her. She didn’t have to worry about locking it since there were two people in the office. She could see the SUV parked in the shade under a tree. When she exited, it began to move toward her, stopping so that the passenger door was just in front of her.

  She started when it opened, and Nate slid out. Peering inside, she saw Ben smiling at her. She hadn’t expected two of them. At Nate’s urging, she slid in beside his brother, and then he got in beside her, closing the door with a dull thud.

  She was pressed tightly between the two big men, their warm thighs pressing against hers.

  “Sorry, baby. I know we were going to take this slow, but we have to go out of town for a few days, and we both wanted to be able to claim you before we left. Don’t worry. We’ll be gentle.”

  “Or not,” Ben added with a grin. “Whatever way you like it!”

  His words caused a flood of moisture, and Ginger tried to press her legs together. Her panties were soaked, and she knew that they could probably smell her arousal. That was confirmed when Ben took a deep breath.

  “Smell that, Nate. Our Mate’s hot for us. In fact, I’d wager that her panties are soaked.”

  “Panties?” Nate frowned. “Since when does a wolf’s Mate wear panties?”

  “Since she wears suits with skirts to work!”

  Did they think they could dictate what she wore to work? Apparently she’d have to lay down the law.

  “I guess that means you plan on continuing to work once we Mate. We’ll have to discuss that. With our work, we are often on diverse schedules, so there will almost always be one of us home for you to service.”

  “Service? Ben, what do you think I am? Jiffy Lube or maybe a convenience store? Open twenty-four hour? No waiting? I’ve got a job and a life, and Mates or not, that will continue. And speaking of Mates, right now we are not Mates. We are a man and a woman and another man on a date. If you can’t remember that, you can take me back to my car, which I assume Sully brought to your place after he dropped me at the office. You two can just go off and do whatever it is that’s so important out of town, and I’ll get on with my life here. Service indeed!” She practically snorted her final words.

  * * * *

  Oh crap. Ben felt his stomach drop as he clutched the wheel so hard his knuckles showed white. He looked past Ginger, who was staring forward, her back ramrod straight, and met Nate’s eyes. He could see his brother’s expression, which said fix it.

  Ben took a deep breath.

  “Ginger…” He stopped. “I…I’m sorry, I…”

  Damn. He’d really put his foot in his mouth. He snuck a glance at Ginger. Her arms were folded, and she was pointedly ignoring him. No way in hell he was taking her to get her car so she could drive away from them. Luckily her place was only a few minutes from the office so he was pulling into her driveway in no time.

  Shutting off the engine, he turned sideways in his seat, but still she wouldn’t look at him. He saw his brother shrug and open the passenger door. Ben watched as Nate took her hand and helped her out of the vehicle, shutting the door behind them. Ben sat for a second before hurrying after them, almost strangling himself on the seat belt in the process.

  “Works better if you undo it first, Benji!” He heard Ginger’s taunting
tone. Benji? Hell, he’d answer to hey you as long as she was speaking to him.

  He got himself untangled and hurried up the steps. The door was open, but Ginger and Nate were already out of sight. He shut the door behind him, stumbling as he tried to walk, remove his shoes, and take off his shirt at the same time.

  Entering what he presumed to be the bedroom, he undid the button on his pants and let them drop around his ankles. He’d guessed right and was in the bedroom, but it was empty. Retracing his steps, he returned to the living room. It was then he noticed the movement in the kitchen. Nate grinned at him.

  “We’re on KP, Benji. I’ll get the salad ready. You can man the barbeque.”

  “Where’s Ginger?”

  “Getting the steaks from the refrigerator in the garage.”

  Ben jumped and turned at the sound of her voice. She was carrying three packages that obviously held their dinner. It was only then he realized that he was the only one who’d stripped down to his underwear. He could feel the heat rise in his cheeks. He hadn’t blushed in years, but now he knew his face was glowing red. It got even redder when he noticed Ginger’s amused face.

  “I, er, I’ll go get my pants. And, er, my shirt and maybe my shoes.”

  He fled to the sound of her mocking voice. “Don’t bother on my account. I’m enjoying the view.”

  Ben pulled up his jeans and jammed his feet into his shoes. The T-shirt was a lost cause. He’d been in such a rush to get to Ginger that he’d shredded it. He sighed and walked back out slowly, holding what had been his T.

  “I, er…I mean…” Damn. She was going to think he had a speech impediment or something. “It tore.”

  Her laugh was wonderful, so full throated and uninhibited. He loved it, even when it was directed at him.

  “No problem. You can use that rag to clean off the patio table and chairs. I haven’t used them in a while and I’m sure they are pretty dusty, but I have a yen to eat outside and enjoy the pleasant evening. You’ll find some cleaning supplies under the sink in the hall bathroom.”