Night of the Wild Stags

by Golden Angel

  “You are very eager,” he said. Kiara blinked in surprise, not really sure what to do with that statement. Seeing her confusion, he explained in earnest. “I’m not complaining. I just can’t help but wonder if it’s the urge to claim a mate or if your libido is just high.”

  “I don’t know either,” Kiara replied, relieved someone else was having the same thoughts she was. Finally! Someone to match her curiosity.

  Thinking it over for a moment, Riley shrugged. “I think the only way to truly ascertain the answer is to have you claim each of us and then see if your urge to copulate decreases.”

  Both of them ignored the loud groan from the next room over—Alec’s room—which was perfectly audible to their shifter hearing.

  Kiara was delighted Riley’s scientific brain brought up the same kinds of questions she asked herself and—more than that—that he actually suggested they could answer one of the questions plaguing her. Even better, the test involved what she desperately wanted to do anyway, what her doe was insisting she do. “That sounds like a wonderful idea.”

  To her simultaneous annoyance and delight, Riley did not get right down to business the way Alec and Gavin had. She wanted to go, go, go, and yet he took his time.

  Explored her body.

  Stroked her from the sensitive nape of her neck down her collarbone to her breasts, down her sides, around her hips, pressing his lips here and there as his fingers led the way.

  Yes, she was being undressed, but so slowly… and yet she couldn’t find it in herself to hurry him either, no matter how impatient her physical needs were making her feel.

  Part of her was loving this intimate, thorough inspection of all her most sensitive spots, but the other part of her was ready to explode.

  Just when she thought she might have to demand he fuck her, right now, Riley spread her legs apart and began another long, slow, thorough investigation. Using his tongue, he began to take a tour of her pussy, and both Kiara and her doe decided she could wait to demand he hurry it up. She moaned, her legs draped over his shoulders, hands in his hair, as he licked, nibbled, teased, and finally sucked her clit into his mouth, tonguing the sensitive nubbin while she screamed with utter ecstasy as her orgasm pounded through her.

  The pleasure was so intense, she continued to throb even after he’d moved his mouth away from her pussy, looking highly pleased with himself.

  “Oh my goodness…” she murmured, utterly limp. “That was amazing…”

  “You are very sensitive,” he said appreciatively, bracing himself on his elbows above her, the backs of his fingertips brushing against her cheeks. “I think I have determined your most—”

  Kiara pulled him down for another kiss, interrupting him. As curious as she was, as satisfied as she was after that intense climax, she wasn’t done with him yet and she definitely didn’t want to become derailed by an explanation of where she was the most sensitive. She wanted to feel it.

  The taste of her own pleasure on his lips was odd but not unarousing, especially because it heightened the way their scents mingled. She moaned as Riley’s cock nudged against her pussy and then pressed inward, his hands moving towards those sensitive spots he’d located on her body to torment her some more as he began to fuck her.

  Slowly.

  Deeply.

  Thoroughly.

  It was heaven. It was exquisite torture.

  Thankfully he’d already made her orgasm once or she’d be screaming with impatience. Instead, she was able to enjoy every second of his lingering thrusts, the way he experimented with his movements, grinding himself against her pussy, thrusting shallowly and then deeper, his hands moving up and down between her breasts and her hips. When he pressed one hand over her mound, his thumb slipping down between their bodies to rub against her clit, Kiara writhed as her pleasure mounted quickly.

  He thrust a little faster, a little harder, his thumb working on her sensitive nubbin and Kiara arched, crying out as the first wave of her orgasm hit.

  That was when Riley finally gave in to the urges of his body, no longer holding back. Kiara screamed as the waves of ecstasy intensified under the hard thrusts in and out of her body, her nails digging into his shoulders as she pulled his upper body down to clamp on to his shoulder. He yelled out hoarsely, bucking and surging inside of her as she gave him the mating bite, their combined ecstasy spiraling wildly out of control.

  Wet heat pulsed inside of her as he came, and her doe purred in contentment.

  One more mate claimed.

  Panting, Riley slumped atop her as her fangs receded, turning back into normal human teeth.

  “That was… that was… indescribable,” he finally said in between panted breaths. “I don’t even know how to analyze that. I don’t know that it’s possible.”

  A deep chuckle drew both of their attention as Dorian opened the door and came into the room, acting very much like he belonged there. Much more so than any of the other males had. His arrogant manner both ruffled Kiara’s fur and appealed to her. Something else which she couldn’t explain.

  Shutting the door behind him, Dorian sauntered over to the bed, his dark eyes appreciatively taking in the tangle of naked limbs. A smile curled his lips. Unlike Riley, he was clothed only in a pair of boxers, which did nothing to hide his very large erection tenting the front. Completely unconcerned by his obvious arousal, he climbed into bed with them as Riley slid down on her opposite side.

  Kiara was breathless, a little sore, but also eager to claim her last mate. Which was why she was very confused when Dorian pulled the covers up over all of them and reached out to turn off the lamp.

  “What… Aren’t you…” She was so confused she couldn’t even think of how to ask the question.

  “I’m going to sleep, and so are you two,” Dorian said authoritatively. On her other side, Riley was already settling in facing her, his head on the pillow, and his hand on her soft belly. She couldn’t help but pout a little, even if her pussy was getting a little sore and she’d already had five amazing orgasms today. Even her doe was feeling sulky, although she also seemed to realize Dorian was serious. “You need to rest.”

  She would have protested, but as soon as he said it, she had the irresistible urge to yawn.

  Damn him. She covered up her mouth as she did so, scowling.

  The light blinked out which meant he couldn’t even see her glaring at him. Kiara pouted.

  Hard hands cupped her face and hot lips covered hers.

  Dorian didn’t just kiss her. He possessed her mouth, claiming it with his tongue, and heating up her body all over again.

  “I can feel you pouting, little girl,” he said when he pulled away. A softer kiss was pressed against her forehead. “Go to sleep.”

  Two male bodies protectively curled around hers, trapping her between them. Still a bit put-out, Kiara sighed, but closed her eyes.

  If Dorian thought she was going to be put off forever though, he was going to be sadly disappointed. Just like when she’d left her community, Kiara had made her decision, for better or worse. Now she was going to grab onto this opportunity with both hands—and if that meant latching onto him with her teeth when he least expected it, then so be it.

  Chapter 7

  Kiara woke up first. She knew she was the first awake because Dorian was snoring softly, and Riley’s breathing was far too even and steady to be anything other than asleep.

  Very carefully turning on to her side to face Dorian, Kiara examined his sleeping visage. He looked a lot softer in the morning light, his face missing its usual watchful and stern expression. The sheets had been pushed down at some point in the night, revealing his broad chest, sprinkled with dark, wiry hair. She had the most insane urge to rub her face all over those ridged muscles.

  She was pretty certain that was her doe's impulse, wanting to stamp her claim on him with both scent and physical markers.

  The only one of her mates still unbitten.

  Licking her lips, Kiara reached out and
very gently lifted the sheets, pulling it down so she could see the ridge of his erection pressing against his boxers. A very large erection. Letting the sheets drop on his thighs, she glanced at him. Eyes still closed. Still snoring softly. Face still relaxed.

  She shoved her hand down his boxers and wrapped her fingers around the hot, thick rod of male flesh, staring at his face the entire time.

  The moment her palm touched his cock, his eyelashes were opening, his eyes dark and stormy as she gripped him. Meeting her gaze, the corner of his mouth quirked up in a kind of cocky amusement.

  "Good morning, naughty girl," he said, his voice an even deeper rumble than usual.

  In one swift movement—Kiara couldn't quite see or understand how—she suddenly went from leaning up on her elbow next to him with her hand around his dick to being dragged over his lap as he sat up straight. Squeaking in surprise, she wriggled against his erection, while Dorian palmed her bottom, yanking down her pajama pants and panties to reveal her upturned bottom.

  "What are you doing?!" Even her doe seemed to be in shock at this unexpected turn of events.

  "Giving you a little taste of what naughty girls get."

  SMACK!

  Before she could protest, before she could question, his hard palm had come down on her bottom. The swat wasn't particularly painful—it stung and made her skin tingle a bit—but she shrieked anyway in both surprise and embarrassed outrage. Which did absolutely nothing to deter him.

  SMACK!

  "Ow! Let me up!"

  "No." His tone was implacable and unapologetic.

  SMACK!

  The heat of each slap against her bottom made her squirm against him, uncomfortably aware that some part of her was actually enjoying being over his lap in this helpless position while he spanked her. She'd read one book where the heroine had been spanked and it had fired up her imagination when she'd been reading, but she hadn't realized Dorian—or any real live man for that matter—would actually do such a thing.

  SMACK!

  "Ow!"

  Or that it would sting so much.

  With her legs and upper body resting on the mattress she couldn't kick or fight him, especially not with one large palm pressing down in the center of her back and pinning her in place. She felt more than a little embarrassed even as she was helplessly aroused, and when she saw Riley watching them from the other side of the bed, his expression bemused, she reached out to him.

  "Riley! Help me!"

  Chuckling, Dorian didn't even pause.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  "You appear to be enjoying yourself, Kiara. I would prefer not to deny both you and Dorian this pleasure," Riley replied, to her consternation.

  "I am not!"

  SMACK! SMACK!

  Then Dorian rubbed her pinked bottom and Kiara moaned at the delicious sensations of her heated skin tingling under the rough squeezes of his hand.

  "All evidence to the contrary," Riley said, amusement tinging his voice. Kiara opened one narrowed at him, glaring. He looked back at her, calmly. "I'm going to go get breakfast started. You two enjoy yourselves. Kiara, if you really want him to stop, he will, but I'm pretty sure you don't."

  With that, Riley got up (ignoring his own massive and obvious erection) and exited, leaving her to Dorian's tender mercies. Narrowing her eyes, she looked over her shoulder at the big alpha male, daring him to swat her again.

  SMACK!

  Chuckling at her shriek of outrage, Dorian picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. Somehow, he managed to yank her pants and panties the rest of the way off of her at the same time. Kiara didn't know whether to be impressed or even more miffed at him. Bouncing on the bed just made her even more aware of the newly ultra-sensitive skin on her bottom, and she would have scrambled away, just to make him chase her a little more, but he was too fast.

  His muscled body wedged between her legs, his weight resting on her lower body and making her pussy throb, while his hands gripped her wrists, holding them above her head.

  Kiara froze, the prey instincts of her deer taking over as his dark eyes glittered down hotly at her.

  "Well, bad girl, what do you have to say for yourself?" he asked, rocking himself against her body and making her ache to have him actually inside of her. The movement made her bottom tingle as her skin was rubbed against the bedsheets beneath her and she pouted up at him.

  "I didn't say you could spank me!"

  "And I didn't say you could put your hand on my cock."

  "You liked it!"

  "You liked the spanking," he countered, leaning forward to give her nose a little kiss, making her bite back a moan as the movement increased the exquisite pressure on her swollen clit. "Your pussy is soaking the front of my boxers right now. I think you wanted to see what would happen and now you know... I think you liked being a naughty... little... girl..." He thrust his hips in time with his last three words, and Kiara writhed against his hard erection, sliding between her plump lips.

  Her doe was of no help either. The predatory animal had gone all soft and submissive under Dorian's sensual assault, just like Kiara had.

  Being unable to reach up and touch him was as exciting as it was frustrating, and she found she was enjoying his particular brand of dominant-love making just as she had Alec and Gavin's paired erotic assault and Riley's thorough sensuality.

  ******

  Dorian could tell the moment Kiara and her doe submitted to him, softening beneath him. His stag chuffed with satisfaction, eager to claim her and be bitten by her in turn now that they'd established who was in actually in charge.

  She was a sassy, playful little thing, completely into what they were doing, and he was enjoying her uninhibited, natural responses to his dominance. Although he didn't think she was fully submissive sexually, she would be for him—and then she could work out her other desires on his brother and cousins.

  Transferring hold of her wrists to one hand, he used the other to tug her shirt off over her head. Her wide dark eyes stared up at him, shiny with excitement and anticipation. Dorian made a mental note to definitely try some cuffs or ropes with her sometime; he had a feeling she would very much enjoy it.

  "Are you going to let my hands go?" she asked, a little breathlessly, sounding uncertain about what she wanted the answer to be, as if her thoughts were traveling along a similar path as his.

  "I don't think I am, no," he said, grinning as he leaned down to suck one pert nipple into his mouth. Kiara whimpered, arching, making him press down more firmly on her wrists with the hand gripping them. She practically quivered with excitement when his hold didn't yield, keeping her trapped in place.

  Now he used his free hand to peel his boxers off, switching his oral attentions between her swollen nipples, teasing her, dominating her, and readying himself to claim her. The sweet musk of her pussy filled the air as he aroused her, and he could identify the rest of his herd in her scent. Soon his own essence would join them, and they'd be complete.

  His stag prodded him in urgent approval, wanting soon to be right now.

  Kissing his way up her breasts to her collarbone and then up her neck, Dorian pressed the head of his cock to her slick opening and pushed in. They both moaned together as her wet heat caressed his length, stretching around him and tightening pleasurably.

  "Oh yes..." She planted her feet on the bed, pushing upwards to take more of him inside of her and Dorian groaned with appreciation.

  Little minx. He amended his mental note about the cuffs to include some for her ankles too. Of course, just thinking about her completely bound and helpless beneath him as he teased her mercilessly and took his time only increased his need to fill her, fuck her, claim her.

  Ours... give her our scent... His stag urged, desperate to be included in the changes her scent had already gone through.

  Pressing his lips to hers, Dorian felt her whimper as he began to thrust, hard.

  ******

  Oh. My. Goodness.

  Dorian had not
been kidding when he said he was rough. His cock was just as large as the others, but he didn't go slow, he didn't take his time, he didn't work himself into her. Instead he filled her, hard and fast, dominating her, taking her for a ride she was unable to control. Whatever stinging her bottom had felt was gone now, the sensation mingling into her pleasure so thoroughly she couldn't tell if her skin even hurt anymore.

  She was on fire with need, inside and out, her doe even more riled up because he was the last of her mates, the final piece to her puzzle, and she was feeling desperate for both her orgasm and to mark him. A desperation which was further fueled by being pinned down on the bed beneath him, unable to claw him up the way her jaguar side desperately wanted to. Kiara was sure it was her jaguar because her doe would never even think about having, much less using, claws.

  Straining against him only made her feel even more vulnerable as he easily held her arms in place with one hand, using his arm to wrap under her leg and slide her knee into the crook of his elbow. The position opened her body further to him, splaying her pussy open so his hard thrusts slammed against her sensitive lips and clit, making her sob with growing sexual rapture as she tried again to reach for him.

  Again, she couldn't move her arms even a centimeter.

  "Please!"

  If anything, her plea made Dorian move harder, faster.

  "Please, what, little girl?" he growled, bending her practically in half as he pounded into her, filling her over and over, heating her insides with the hard friction of his deep strokes.

  "I need to touch you."

  He groaned, held her for a moment longer, and then released her wrists.

  Being freed had an immediate effect on both Kiara and her doe—it was as if all the need she’d been forced to keep down hit her and sent her into a frenzy. Dorian cried out hoarsely as her nails and teeth sank in, thrusting hard and fast as they both fell into a torrent of ecstatic bliss.

  Mine! The thought ran in Kiara’s head, filled with triumph through the hot waves of her orgasm.

  ******

  “Holy hell! What did she do to you?” Alec asked, sounding awed as Dorian strutted into the kitchen, completely shirtless despite Kiara’s best efforts to try to talk him into wearing one.