by Callie Rose
Ridge captures the sound in a kiss, and all four men keep up their delicious torture as they push me higher and higher. Trystan must be reading and cataloging every expression on my face, because he adjusts his movements as I react, figuring out what makes me squirm and what makes me moan.
The feeling of Archer’s cock filling me on every stroke is only made better by the knowledge that all of us can see it. My mates are watching him fuck me, helping him drive me crazy as he does, and I don’t know how I haven’t spontaneously combusted from the pleasure yet.
As if to prove how close I am to doing just that, Trystan pinches my clit lightly between two fingers. I let out a naked cry as an electric bolt of sensation tears through my body, pain bursting into a starburst of pleasure that spreads out all the way to my fingertips. The orgasm rushes over me with such force that I’m grateful all four of them have their hands on me to keep me from flying apart.
“Fuck. Oh fuck, Sable, you’re squeezing my cock so tight.” Archer’s voice is thick with arousal as he slows his strokes, grinding his hips against mine every time he buries himself inside me.
He’s breathing hard, and a light sheen of sweat glints on his skin as he readjusts his grip on my knees. He glances at Trystan, his eyes dark.
“Make her come again.”
Trystan’s low chuckle in response is almost enough to do the trick in itself. His fingers start moving again, circling my clit faster as Archer begins to fuck me in earnest. Ridge and Dare hold me up, supporting my weight as they devour every bit of my skin they can reach, and the feel of Archer beginning to lose control makes heat pool low in my belly.
Every time he picks up his pace, Trystan matches him, his fingers gliding over my slippery clit.
“Oh God, please…” I can barely form words as they push me toward the edge again. “Please. I’m gonna… Yes. Yes.”
Ridge lets out a growl as my back arches and pleasure shoots through me. I can feel the sound vibrate in his chest behind me, the deeper noise mingling with my breathy whimper. Trystan works me through my release, only slowing his fingers when I begin to sag between them all, my muscles going lax.
Archer is as tense as a bowstring though, his entire body practically trembling with the effort of holding back. When I look up at him, his nostrils are flaring as he draws in breaths through his nose, his jaw set tight.
“One more?” His voice is low and rough. “Do you have one more in you?”
I nod. With the way he’s moving inside me and the way all the men are touching me, feeding me pleasure in an endless loop, I’m pretty sure I have more than one orgasm left in me. I feel like I could keep coming and coming until I’m nothing but a boneless, sated heap.
Archer nods, his gaze flicking over the four of us like he’s cataloging what each of my other mates is doing to me. The sight must turn him on, because his cock pulses inside me, and he stills for a moment, groaning. Then he glances at Trystan, who’s fingers still rest lightly on my clit. “I’m not gonna last long.”
“Challenge accepted.” Trystan chuckles again, but there’s something about the roughness of it that makes me think he’s just about as far gone as Archer is.
My blond-haired mate starts moving again, pitching his hips forward as he holds my legs up, his arms loops under my knees. Every single thrust is hard and deep, making my whole body rock with the force of them. But Trystan moves with me, keeping his fingers right where I need them as he pushes me toward a third orgasm.
Archer’s lips are pressed tightly together, and as my breath catches in my throat, I watch a small bead of sweat trail down his temple.
He’s waiting for me, holding out for as long as he can so he can feel me come around him again.
That thought, and the relentless pressure of Trystan’s talented fingers, make me shudder as warmth crests inside me again. Ridge bites my earlobe, and when Dare lifts his head from my breasts and kisses me, I writhe and buck in their hold as I come hard again.
“Fuck!”
Archer shouts a curse as he pistons into me, then stops and groans out his release. His hips grind against mine as he spills inside me, and then he slowly sinks back on his heels.
For a few long moments, I don’t even try to move. I don’t try to speak. I don’t think I could do either very well right now, so I just bask in the feel of my mates touching me. Slowly, Archer slides out of me, and the other three men lift me a little and deposit me on my knees in front of him. He rises up to his knees too, palming the back of my head and kissing me deeply.
“That was…” His eyes shine, glinting in the dim light as he draws back. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”
I grin. It hardly seems fair to take credit for being kissed and touched and thoroughly fucked. For coming three times, so hard that I almost saw stars. But I’m not going to argue the point with him. It was amazing.
The other three men are gathered around us, and I feel warmth at my back a second before Ridge drops his head to kiss the curve of my shoulder. He wraps his arms around me from behind, and I feel the hard length of his cock against my ass as his large hands splay across my stomach.
When one hand moves downward, I let out a needy little moan.
Maybe it’s greedy to still want more, but I do. I think I’d have to be dead not to.
Ridge’s fingers brush over my sensitive clit, and I gasp softly. But he seems to realize I’m not ready for more of that yet, because instead of circling the oversensitive bundle of nerves, he slides his fingers lower, slipping them inside my wet channel. He doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest that Archer’s cum is dripping down the inside of my thigh. He just fucks me gently with two fingers as his lips continue to devour the skin of my neck and shoulder.
My eyelids are drooping, weighed down by a combination of satiation and building desire. When I turn my head slightly, I see that Trystan has his fist wrapped around his cock again and is stroking himself as he watches us. On my other side, Dare does the same. Neither of them makes a move to touch me this time, letting Ridge take over. But the way their focus is entirely on me, the way I can feel their desire like a tangible heat brushing over my skin? It makes me feel like they are touching me, in a way. Like they’re a part of this even if their hands aren’t on me.
“Ridge.” I murmur his name as I arch my back a little, grinding against the hardness of his cock.
He responds by putting a little pressure on my clit with the heel of his hand, sliding his fingers deeper inside me.
I groan, my hips shifting restlessly. “More.”
The movement of his fingers stops. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want your…”
I trail off, flushing a little. God, I suck at this. I’m going to have to ask Dare to give me lessons in dirty talk. But if I want it so badly, I should at least be able to say it.
“I want your cock inside me,” I whisper. “Fuck me. Please.”
Every single one of my mates groans in response to my words. Ridge’s body goes stiff behind me, his fingers curling inside my channel in a way that makes my breath catch. His teeth scrape over the spot where my shoulder meets my neck, and his voice is pure gravel when he speaks.
“Hands and knees, little wolf.”
The words send an electric current of arousal surging through me, and I hurry to comply as he drags his fingers from my core. I drop forward onto all fours, sliding my fingers through the cool grass as I look back over my shoulder at Ridge.
The fire has almost entirely gone out by now, and he’s backlit by the last remaining illumination from the coals. He looks massive and powerful, and I’m suddenly very aware of the difference in our sizes.
But no fear comes with that thought. Only a thrill of desire.
I can hear the sounds of Dare and Trystan stroking themselves as Ridge runs his hands slowly down my spine, over the curve of my ass. He grabs both cheeks and spreads them a little, and my stomach clenches at the possessive, familiar way he touches me. As if every part of me is his
to touch.
It is.
Every single part.
Moving his hands around to grip my hips, he holds them tightly as he lines himself up behind me. The broad head of his cock finds my entrance, and he presses inside me slowly and smoothly. When he’s fully rooted inside me, I drop my head, unable to focus on anything but how good it feels. His hips are flush against my ass, his cock throbbing lightly inside my tight channel, and I know I was right before—I can come again.
I want to. So fucking badly.
I bump back against him, urging him to move, and it’s like that small action severs the last of his restraint. He lets out a low grunt, his fingers pressing into the flesh of my hips as he strokes in and out of me in hard, fast thrusts.
Neither of us last long. My body is still on edge from the overload of sensations, and I think watching Archer fuck me worked Ridge right up to the tipping point too. I lose myself in the rhythmic feel of our skin slapping together, his cock filling me over and over, and the grunts and moans of my other mates as they touch themselves.
Trystan is the first to let go. He chokes out a string of curses, and a second later, I feel the warm splatter of his cum across my back. I force my head up, craning my neck to watch him spill the last few drops, his fist squeezing his pulsing cock. It’s beautiful and dirty and so fucking perfect that it makes my clit throb. I tighten around Ridge, and he drives into me harder.
I don’t know who comes next, him or Dare. They both grunt at the same time, and as I feel the splash of Dare’s cum on my back, Ridge’s cock pulses inside me.
It’s more than I can take.
An orgasm builds from the pit of my stomach outward, filling every atom of my body. My mouth drops open, but no sound comes out. I don’t think I have any air left to make a sound as my arms shake beneath me.
They almost give out, my elbows buckling, but before I can faceplant on the grass, Ridge wraps his arms around my waist, hauling me upright. His cock feels even deeper from this angle, hardly softened at all even though he just came.
I sag against him as Dare and Trystan both move closer to kiss me. The scent of sex hangs in the air around us, and the air feels warmer even without the fire. Or maybe it’s just that I’ve worked up a sweat too.
Archer swoops in to claim a kiss when Trystan and I break apart. His lips are soft and gentle against mine, and when he draws back, he smiles. “Feel better?”
I nod as I smile back, sated and exhausted. We’ll have to clean off in the little stream nearby before we shift and go to sleep, and we’ve all lost out on a bit of much needed rest.
But it was so fucking worth it.
13
Trystan
I’m on watch as dawn breaks over the mountains. It sheds rosy light on Sable’s pale wolf where she sleeps curled up with the other alphas. They’re a massive pile of fur and limbs, sleeping quietly except for the intermittent snuffle that tells me they’re dreaming.
I took third watch after Archer and Ridge, the latter of whom lay awake for a long time before he finally fell asleep. I’ve never wanted to read minds as much as I did watching him stare up at the stars in the dark, because I thought maybe we were both thinking the same things. Worrying over the same possibilities. Ridge didn’t seem like he wanted to chat, and I don’t always know how to start hard conversations, so I stayed silent and kept my thoughts to myself. I’m getting better at the communication thing, especially with Sable, but it’s a work in progress with the other guys.
Dare will probably get out of doing watch tonight, since I’m assuming we’ll get moving in another hour or so when the sun’s finally over the horizon.
I grin to myself. Lame ass. He’s definitely taking my watch tonight.
For now though, the sunrise is fucking magnificent, and the way the rose-gold hues shine on Sable’s fur makes me forget everything else.
We kept up the watches tonight at her insistence. The ultimate goal wasn’t to watch our surroundings—though we did that too—but to watch over her.
I get it. I really do. Keeping an eye on her as she sleeps is a good thing to do, even if I hate what it implies. But I keep reminding myself it isn’t about whether or not we trust her; it’s about keeping her safe from herself. Part of keeping her safe also means making sure she doesn’t attack any of us in our sleep if the magic rises unbidden and takes control. She’d never forgive herself if that happened, so she’s demanded constant vigilance from us.
It’s smart to have someone awake throughout the night anyway. We’re no longer under pack protection. We left the sigil barrier behind hours before we set up camp for the night, which means we’re sitting ducks out here and need to be ready for anything. Not only could there be witches in this area with a vendetta toward wolves, there could be grizzlies on the move with their cubs who would sooner rip our throats out than let us even look at them. The wilderness is never fully safe, not even for predators like us.
As the light strengthens, I watch Sable sleep. My gaze tracks over her, noticing every little detail. The way her sides rise and fall with her deep breathing. The way she lets out little sighs and readjusts her position. The way she reaches a paw out in her sleep to touch Archer, or turns her nose into Ridge’s side.
I wish I was in the pile too, close enough to feel her warmth or for her to reach for me unconsciously in her sleep.
As I’m watching her, her eyes slowly blink open. I’m floored by how her irises are the exact shade of blue as they are when she’s in her human form. Before Sable, I guess I never paid attention. Maybe I never looked into anyone’s eyes without my own selfish reasons powering me, so I never noticed the details.
She turns her blue gaze to the sunrise as if she’s gauging the time. I can almost see her considering going back to sleep, her eyelids drifting sleepily closed. But then she yawns and sits up before shifting back into her human form.
Sleeping on the hard ground isn’t comfortable in our human forms, though it’s tolerable as wolves. Which is part of why I sit watch as a human—too damn uncomfortable to accidentally fall asleep.
As beautiful as I find Sable’s wolf, her naked body is the kind of splendor people write songs about. I watch her stretch her arms over her head, arching her back so that sunlight splashes over her breasts. A raging burst of need washes over me, and I’m stunned all over again by just how much I want her.
She finally notices me watching, and a sweet red flush colors her cheeks. The moment our eyes meet, my wolf settles, full of contentment and certainty in our relationship. My wolf understands the depth of our bond, even when I don’t.
Sable crawls over the other sleeping wolves, who blink their eyes open for a second before going back to sleep again. When she reaches me, she crawls onto my lap, resting her head on my shoulder and draping her legs to one side of mine. It’s such a casual pose, one that lazily claims me as hers. The sunrise turns her expanse of bare skin to flame, and I slide my palm over her hip, my desire bubbling beneath the surface.
“I meant what I said yesterday.” I speak low, just for her ears. I don’t want the other alphas to fully wake up yet and her attention to be divided between us. I don’t mind sharing with them anymore, but still, I want this moment with her all to myself—the two of us touching, skin to skin anywhere my pants aren’t covering me.
“Which thing?” she murmurs, nuzzling my neck. The movement is unconscious and affectionate, but it heightens my need as if she set fire to me.
“Don’t ever run away again,” I say, ignoring the fact I’ve gone rock hard in my pants, although I’m sure she can feel my cock pressing against her ass. I’m not sure I can ever be around a naked Sable without wanting to bury myself between her legs.
And now is not the time for that. I need her to know how much she hurt me, how terrified I was to lose her.
“I promise.” Sable lifts her head, her gaze darting up to meet mine. Her brows draw together a little, a little line appearing between them. “I promised you yesterday. Did yo
u not believe me?”
“Just reiterating the point.” My grip on her tightens a little, my jaw clenching at the memory of our frantic race through the woods. “I was… I was afraid, okay? We’re lucky we found you before you got too far ahead. You could’ve been hurt without us.”
“I’m a big girl.” I can hear the note of steel in her voice, the determination and pride. “I’m not weak.”
“No.” I chuckle quietly, because I’ve seen firsthand how much backbone my mate has. “You’re not. And none of us think you are. But you’re also a part of a pack now. A team. You, me, those fuckers over there.” I jerk my chin toward the sleeping wolves. “We’re all in this together. And sometimes, doing what you want isn’t what’s right for the team. You taught me about putting the team ahead of myself. I think you need to remember it too.”
Sable straightens a little, reaching up to run her fingers through my hair. “You’re pretty wise sometimes, you know that?”
I snatch her hands out of my hair and shift her on my lap so that she’s facing me more fully, her legs straddling my waist. Her palms brace against my chest as I look down into her eyes. “Well, I don’t know about that. But I know what it’s like to be stubborn and think you know what’s right.”
“Yeah, you’re pretty good at that too,” she teases, one corner of her lips tilting up.
I give her ass a light slap like I did after we found her in the woods, loving the way her blue eyes widen and darken, and the faintest hint of her arousal teases my nostrils. I rub the sting away, massaging the perfect curve of her ass as I pull her a little closer to me.
“You need to accept help and trust us, sweetheart,” I murmur, leaning down to brush my lips over hers. “Just like I’m learning to do too. What do you say? We’ll practice together?”
She leans up, pressing her lips harder to mine, our kiss a slow burn like the sunrise. “Deal.”