“Yeah,” Rik assured him, nodding enthusiastically, also not looking away from her.
“Summer,” Leevi said abruptly, his tone low and dangerous. “Give me your hand.” Frowning in confusion, Summer did as she was told, and Leevi took her hand gently. “You and me, honey, we’re going to stretch Rik together, okay?” And just like that, Summer felt a cool dollop of lube coating her fingers, and Leevi’s hand guided her to Rik’s anus. She shivered, never having touched a man there. Most straight guys didn’t either know it could feel good there, or they thought it was too gay, or too weird. When Summer saw the ecstatic expression on Rik’s face and felt his body quake with delight, she thought, Well, their loss, my gain.
But there was, however, an impediment. Her fingers pressed on the hot hole, feeling the spasms that wracked his body, but she couldn’t get in past the tight ring of muscle guarding his rectum. Feeling pathetic, she knew she sounded miserable uttering the words, “It’s, it’s not working. I can’t get—”
“Relax, Rik,” Leevi whispered softly. “You too, Summer. Relax. Don’t force it.”
Rik nodded, his bulky muscular frame swaying a bit. For all her sexual experience, Summer felt like a novice again, learning the ropes for the first time. Then Leevi’s hand covered hers, and suddenly her fingers popped into Rik, who hissed loudly. Oh God. His muscles clamped down on her fingers like a choke hold, and she heard herself panting, as though it was her ass was being invaded. Rik groaned and rocked a little more. He was so hot inside she thought, so tight, a kind of stressed softness she had no words for. Rik was pulsating around her fingers, and she felt it all.
“That’s it,” Leevi encouraged them both, appreciatively, in admiration. “In and out, Summer. Soft, slow strokes. Can you feel Rik becoming looser, more lenient and pliable?”
“Uh-huh,” Summer managed to mumble, not sure coherent words existed anymore. Her fingers moved inside him, in and out, just like Leevi had said, and she could swear that Rik’s muscles were actually trying to pull her in deeper, sucking her fingers in. “Is this, is this how it feels, when your cock is inside?”
It was Rik who nodded, breathless, eyes closed, his face, neck, and chest tainted red with arousal. “Yeah, this is how you milk a cock.” He proceeded to demonstrate as he took control of his muscles and began to tighten his ass and go lax in periodic, alternating waves. “Summer, oh yeah, just like that. Find it, babe. Find me.”
Leevi chuckled behind him. “What Rik means is his prostate. The sweet spot.” Unsure of herself, Summer must have looked puzzled because Leevi added, “You’ll have to curve your fingers. It’s a tiny bump on the front wall of the canal. Can you feel it? Trust me you’ll know when you find it.” Now he sounded amused and downright wicked, and Summer felt he was daring her to continue her exploration.
Pushing her fingers as deep as she could within Rik, Summer bent her fingers in the narrow space she had available, searching for that little knob that would feel different.
Like lightning striking, Rik’s whole body jerked erratically, his hips jumping up and yet his ass grinding down on Summer’s fingers, and he whimpered, panting. “Jesus, right there.”
The spot barely bigger than the size of a nut was apparently there, she realized, and pressed on it again with the tips of her fingers. Rik shuddered and began to moan wantonly and curse like a sailor, part Finnish, part English, demanding more and begging for release.
Summer began to laugh wholeheartedly, feeling joy bubbling inside her. “Wow. Does it really feel that good? Makes me wish I had a prostate too.” A part of her felt a strange surge of masculinity in her being, as she travelled to an unknown territory, doing to her lover something only men had done to him. It was a heady feeling to be so in command of a man’s body. More than that. It was intoxicating to have had sex so many times, and still find something new to bring her lover to the peak of pleasure.
Leevi joined her laugh. “I guess Freud got it a little wrong with his penis envy.”
As they both continued to chortle, Rik started to growl, and his wolf began to emerge. His hairs stood out, his fangs dropped, and his eyes shifted as they opened to watch her. “Have you two had enough? Leevi, fuck me. Do it now.”
Summer pulled her fingers out, brushing the excess lube on Rik’s thigh. She managed to get a good look at Leevi cleaning his own cock with a wet washcloth, and was impressed at how well these two men understood the need for proper hygiene during sex, even though she’d heard that it was unlikely for wolf shifters to get sick with an STD or otherwise.
Rik dipped his head and crushed his mouth on Summer’s lips, delving deep with his tongue. Surprised and a whole lot excited, Summer let him, opening up more and giving back as good as she was getting. Their teeth clashed, their lips bruised, and their tongues grazed in a heated frenzy.
When Rik went very still and grunted into her mouth, she knew Leevi had entered him with his cock. And as a result Rik’s cock jolted deeper into Summer’s pussy. The next moan was a joint three-way sound of complete and utter sexual abandon as the pumping motion they engaged in became frantic and instinctual.
As though they had been doing this for years instead of an hour, the three of them found a shared rhythm in a heartbeat. With every one of Leevi’s thrusts, Rik’s cock was pushed into Summer’s pussy, and she almost felt like she had two cocks in her again, only this time they were both inside her vagina. If she had been any wetter, she would have gushed like a fountain. Her clit throbbed so badly it almost ached, and her fingers, still moist with lube, toyed with her clit as Rik fucked her and Leevi fucked them both.
Desperately, unable to bear the torment on her clit anymore, she clutched at Rik’s arms, holding on for dear life, her legs trying to entwine around Rik’s waist, but unable to because Leevi was pressed tightly against his back. Leevi grabbed one of her legs and hoisted it up on Rik’s shoulder. That was not only enough leverage but it opened her pussy up like never before, and she shuddered and whimpered as two men fucked her within an inch of her life. The only sounds were their harsh gasps and the slapping of skin on skin, and the smells of sweat and sex dominated the cocoon of their joint lust.
Enraptured, Summer watched as Leevi’s right hand snaked around Rik’s waist to cradle his chest in an erotic embrace, while his left hand kept a hold of his hip. They looked so delicious together that she grinned at the thought.
Rik’s eyes were closed again as his hips moved, pushing back on Leevi’s cock and thrusting in to Summer’s pussy. From his blissful expression it was clear he was in sexual ecstasy.
That was when Summer caught the look on Leevi’s face, downright feral and devilish. When he winked at Summer she was torn between confusion and amusement. But then she saw him part his lips, and his pearly-white fangs peeked through. As his blue eyes bled out from human to wolf in seconds, she knew instinctively what he was about to do.
And it turned her on to no end. Her own fangs dropped.
With a low roar Leevi sank his teeth into Rik’s exposed neck, and Rik cried out, his body shaking. Without waiting for Rik to recuperate from the mating bite, Summer grasped him to get close enough to embed her own fangs on the other side of Rik’s neck. Blood trickled into her mouth from the love bite of a wolf while she heard the muffled groan her lover was making. The flesh beneath trembled as she bit down, more than a pinch, but less than actually tearing the flesh apart. This was sex, after all, not a meal.
“Oh, oh, fuck yeah,” Rik mumbled hoarsely, and right then his orgasm exploded, blowing through his body and out through the slit of his cock, spilling into Summer’s willing body. Clinging to the guy like a vine around a tree, she felt him pull his cock out of her in a hasty move and shoot hot, sticky ejaculate all over her belly too, marking her, before plunging back into her pussy to finish his climax in her hot, wet sheath.
Unable to control herself, Summer tipped over the edge of delight right after Rik. Her hips shot up from the bed, seeking every last bit of contact, pressure, and
thickness of the cock within her. Her juices flowed freely, and her channel contracted time and again as the endless waves of pleasure washed over her, consuming her in an ocean of flames. She let go as she had never dared to before, the wolf within howling amidst the heady haze of orgasm as she let go of Rik’s throat, and the spasms refused to die down.
“Leevi, please come,” she vaguely heard Rik murmur, his worn tone cracking.
And then, like pistons firing, Rik was again moving inside Summer, jolting hard and fast, and she knew it was Leevi’s movements she was feeling, as though Rik was not between them at all. A new orgasm felt like it blew her pussy wide open as she creamed herself yet again, this time her moan dwindling as her strength waned.
But suddenly Leevi was there, hovering above her, Rik having slipped out of her and down on his side on the bedspread, his chest heaving compulsively. Summer, however, could not remove her gaze from Leevi, who knelt between her legs, holding on to the base of his cock with one hand and with his other jerking himself the rest of the way, and spurted jets of white, heated seed all over her pussy, belly, and breasts, stroking it into her flesh, marking her as theirs.
Another possessive male, she thought and grinned happily, content at being claimed with semen in and out. “Rik, did Leevi come inside you?”
Rik’s tired chuckle was proof positive of his happiness. “Yup. But I guess he had more in him still. He does that sometimes, just so you know. He comes once, and within minutes he’s ready to go again. Prime thing, or Alpha thing. One of the two.”
Summer started to giggle. Her climax had torn through her like a knife, reaching every secret, hidden place within her body that existed solely for forbidden pleasures, and she could not give any more. She felt heavy with the lingering exertion of sex, and yet she felt as high as a kite, burning with afterglow, rising to the heavens like smoke from a fire. “Bloody brilliant that was. All of it.”
Growling, Leevi nearly toppled on her as he leaned down to steal a sloppy, wet kiss from her lips, the tip of his tongue brushing the seam of her lips just in passing. “Good. Cause we’re not done.”
Summer’s eyes shot open in shock, her not having even realized when she had closed them. “Say what?”
Rik started to laugh, his whole body shimmying with it. “When we regroup after a nice long catnap, he means to say.”
Nodding in agreement, Leevi came down to lie on Summer’s other side. “Yup. That is what I mean to say.” With a surprisingly tender, sensual move, Leevi nuzzled Summer’s throat and neck, licking a little, before settling to snuggle at her side, just as Rik mirrored his moves from her other flank. The two men covered her, and Summer was overjoyed. “One thing I gotta say though. Now I know why Rik called you catnip.”
At that Summer could do naught but laugh like a hyena.
Epilogue
“Ouch.”
Summer’s eyelids fluttered as she tried to regain enough strength to wake up properly, but her body ached all over. Her pussy felt ravaged and yet hungry for more, her ass felt soft and sore and strangely pulsating still, and her muscles protested the idea of ever getting out of bed. Still, she slowly and cautiously wiggled her way from underneath two gorgeous men, desperate to pee.
Finally she was free and disentangled from the two bodies as hot as furnaces and as alluring as a siren’s call. Getting up on shaky legs, Summer turned to watch as Leevi and Rik made up for the missing body in between them by closing the gap in their sleep and snuggling closer until they embraced each other without consciously being aware of it. Oh, they looked so cute together, she thought, smiling.
A surge of possessiveness washed over her. They’re all mine.
Summer made her way to the bathroom and closed the door, relieving herself, washing her face by the sink, and then rinsing her body underneath the shower spray. There were smears of bodily fluids all over her, both her juices and their semen as they had marked her with their come. She couldn’t help the grin that threatened to split her face at the memory of Rik and Leevi loving her.
When she returned to the bedroom, neither men had moved, so she quietly got dressed in a tight sweater and jeans and went in search of a cup of tea.
Beams of early morning sunlight came through the windows, lighting her way. Dust particles danced in her field of vision, and the house was calm, quiet, and serene, relaxing her. She found the kitchen and put the kettle on to boil. She snagged an apple from a wicker basket on the table and took a bite. The tart juices of the fresh apple awoke her taste-buds, but she needed tea to wake up properly.
Leisurely eating the apple, she wandered to the front door, opened it, and stepped out into the porch. The spring air was cool and dry, but there were hints of summer in the air, from the way the new grass smelled to the way dirt clouds scented the wind. There were only tiny green buds of leaves in the birches still bare from the winter, Summer could see, but soon the warmest season would wake nature up, and all would be green, lush, and perfect.
Sitting on the porch swing, Summer felt at ease for the first time in a long time. Her search was at an end. She had journeyed far and wide, from one country to another. She had met a man and had sex. She had gotten abducted and nearly killed. She had met a second man and had fallen in love. She had met a whole bunch of wolves like her, and though she was at odds with some of the aspects of their society, culture, and law, they were her kin. Their blood ran inside her veins too.
For better or worse, yet to be determined, she was home.
“Summer?”
The old woman, short and round, from the tribunal yesterday emerged from the thicket by the porch, suggesting there was a path there concealed by bushes. Summer got up, startled, and recognized her right away. Annukka Salonen. My grandmother. Nervously she swallowed, and gave an imperceptible nod.
Dressed in simple farmer’s trousers and a sweater, her long gray hair lifted casually on her head in a loose bun, Annukka stepped closer, smiling. “Glad you are still here.”
As Annukka came to the porch, Summer shrugged, though felt anything but casual. “Yeah, well, it’s not like I have a lot of places to go.”
With a wave of her hand, Annukka suggested they sit in the swing again, and they both did, resting on the green padding side by side. “You no return to England?” Annukka asked, curious.
Summer studied her. She could see her mother Emma in those features staring back at her, from the mischievous sparkle in her blue eyes to her jovial, laidback expression, and long-forgotten memories of her mother watching her, talking to her, smiling at her resurfaced. “No. I mean, I don’t know. I leased my apartment, and I’m on unpaid leave from my job. I suppose I could go back, but...” Her eyes peered over her shoulder to the house, though nothing stirred inside.
“Leevi and Rik?” Annukka asked. To Summer it didn’t feel like a question, but more of a statement of fact. And she sounded happy saying it, so she must have been pleased with the outcome, that the three of them had found their soul mates and accepted the mating bond.
“Yes.” Summer nodded. “They are my mates. And they belong here, in Finland. There are no wolves, shifters or otherwise, in England.” She let out a sigh and realized she didn’t really miss it all that much. Not as much as she had expected. “I have a university education, a good resume, and a pretty strong will, if I say so myself. English pigheadedness, I guess.” She chuckled, and Annukka joined her. “So I imagine I’ll find something.”
“Work?” Annukka clarified, but did not wait for Summer to speak. “Where you want live?” An ample dose of longing sprinkled on her speech, and Summer knew they had missed each other in equal measure, even though she hadn’t even known about her grandmother until recently.
“I know we have to leave pack and clan lands—” she started to say.
“You safe in my house for now,” Annukka said, nodding with determination, giving Summer an idea of how strong she was as a wolf and as a woman, sitting on the Clan Council as well. “You, and Rik, and Leevi, you
stay at my house. We talk. You decide what to do. All well.”
With a trembling hand, Annukka gave her a tattered old photograph from her pocket, lovingly smoothing out the wrinkles with her other hand. Summer took the photo, and her heart ached with both sorrow and joy. The sadness of loss and the happiness of having found her origin and where she belonged mixed within her.
In the picture Summer saw her mother, Emma, with the purple ribbon in her hair, and she was holding a baby. Oh God, my hair was so red back when I was a baby, Summer thought, smiling. This must have been the picture Annukka had spoken of in her letter, the one she treasured.
A huge weight lifted off Summer’s chest and shoulders, and she exhaled, her eyes getting misty with unshed tears. Suddenly Annukka’s hand was right there to offer comfort, her dry, wrinkled, slender fingers intertwining with Summer’s and holding on tenderly, squeezing just a little. Now Summer really did have to bite her lower lip to stop herself from crying.
All that she had been looking for she had found.
Faintly she heard Leevi and Rik stirring inside the house, grumbling for coffee on their way down the stairs one after the other, and already arguing about packing, or groceries, or cars, or something. Summer smiled. Bickering or not, they belonged to her.
And there were stories in her future, a learning curve about family and kindred.
Turning to face Annukka again, Summer spoke quietly, with a reverence she felt down to her very core, “Please, tell me about my mother.”
The End
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