Mated to the Alpha Wolves

by Anastasia Chase

  "You asshole," I whispered, and slapped his shoulder.

  "Me? You're the one snooping around in our food supply without asking permission." He caught my wrist and playfully twisted it behind my back into a lock. "Now how to punish you..." He ran his tongue over his teeth as he crowded me, his teeth dangerously close to my neck. I felt the heat wash over me, rousing me even more awake.

  "I... can think of a few ways," I whispered back, and braced my shoulders back. I pressed myself against him in a challenge, felt the beginnings of his arousal against my thigh. My eyes shifted just to the left, towards the stairs. He noticed the shift too and followed my gaze. His smile widened when he got my meaning and placed the gentlest of kisses on the corner of my mouth.

  "Best way to get rid of tension, I'd say."

  I chewed on my lip and peered past him, afraid one of his brothers would hear our little commotion... and spied Zack at the other end of the living room.

  "You guys can't sleep either, huh..." Zack groggily padded into the room, rubbing at his eye and oblivious to the scene that was playing out before him.

  "None of us can, apparently." Jack wasn't far behind, and I flushed at the position they'd found me in. Here I had been secretly hoping to get some alone time with Henry, to continue where we'd left off. I was a little disappointed, but it felt good to know that I wasn't the only one losing sleep.

  "I thought I was the only one nervous before a mission. Do you guys have any booze or anything that could help?"

  Henry smirked and released his grip on me. I had to shake the ache out of it as I watched him walk over to a cupboard and dug out a few tall bottles: yellow chartreuse, gin, and orange bitters. I'd never seen such a combination before, and I watched with interest as he put them together.

  "It's called an Alaska cocktail. Ever have one?"

  "I usually just settle for a strong hot cider when I can..." I took the pale yellow drink and gave it a sniff. Not bad. I took a sip and found the flavor quite wonderful. Henry must have seen the expression on my face because he was beaming with pride. He poured three more and passed them out to his brothers.

  "Are we having a toast?" Jack queried and took a careful sip of his.

  "Ooo, oo, we should toast for good luck in the fight tomorrow."

  "Not a bad idea, Zack. Would you like to do the honors?"

  I held my glass high and watched Zack struggle to develop an impromptu speech in such a short time.

  "Um, to glory in battle. To all of us returning the cubs home to their families safely, to all of us being victorious. And to Mia, for… her showing up in our lives."

  "Here, here." Jack raised his glass even higher and toasted everyone's glass with his own. I flushed at being honored in such a toast and threw back my drink with gusto.

  One drink slowly turned into three drinks, and I was finally starting to feel the alcohol going to work. My limbs felt loose, my mind giddy, and my legs like they wanted to dance. Not wanting to be alone in my merriment, I started humming some song I'd heard on the radio last week and grabbed Jack by the waist. He was confused at first but didn't hesitate to fall into step with me. He smiled as my hummed notes became a little more off-key, and he corrected them with his own tune, singing the lyrics to the song I had forgotten.

  "Have any of you, ha ha ha, no, let me start over." I hiccupped as I slowly slipped into inebriation. "Have you guys ever shared a woman? Together? In bed?"

  The three of them looked at each other in question, their faces flushed red. Henry was the first to answer.

  "No... but we've talked about it a few times. It's... honestly been one of our fantasies for a while..." Henry sidled up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. His arousal from earlier was still there, pressed against my ass through the thin layer of our boxers.

  Zack's face was completely red, but he summoned up enough bravery to join us and was even the first to place a kiss on my lips. It was much different from the first time I'd kissed him. He was taking the initiative, and there was no shyness behind it. Perhaps he had discovered some courage in the bottom of his glass.

  I gasped when I felt a pair of hands crawling up my skin under my shirt. A second pair had their thumbs hooked around the waistband of my boxers and slowly pushed them down over my hips. I could feel hot, bare skin against my own, though I couldn't tell whose.

  "You're more than enough woman for all three of us..." Henry whispered in my ear, and I felt the tip of his tongue tracing circles on my earlobe. I felt my knees go weak, and there was a tingle between my thighs that I hadn't felt in a very long time; very intense, and very real. This was no dream or fantasy, and I shook my hips to send the boxers the rest of the way to the ground.

  Zack stooped to help get the shorts out of the way as I stepped out of them. With the departure of his lips, Jack took over. His kiss was passionate, enrapturing, and he pulled me closer to him. I could feel his erection against my thigh, and I couldn't help but tease his hot, hard length through the fabric with my hand. It had girth and twitched against my fingers as I traced the head. He groaned against our kiss, as I stroked him from base to end, and pressed my thumb against the tip, and felt his dick expand and a warm liquid seep through his underwear. It didn't take much for him to cinch the fabric lower and grant me access to his bare skin. I cupped and squeezed his balls, adding to the teasing.

  Jack reared his head back and a feral growl got lodged in his throat. But before he could give in to his primal nature, Henry had me in his arms and quickly upside down. I struggled, but he held me fast, and my legs hooked around the back of his neck to stop colliding with the floor. Thinking he was just roughhousing, I playfully punched at his thighs to let me go.

  But my playful nature quickly melted into ecstasy as I felt my lips and probing tongue against my core, teasing and sucking and licking. I quivered in his arms, afraid that he would drop me, but I could feel him holding me fast. I arched at the pleasure of his oral talent and returned the favor to his own. His hips bucked at the entry into my mouth, and I could barely pleasure his entire length. I focused, instead, on his head, and traced circles and figure eights around the hot pink flesh before me.

  I could feel my juices oozing down my belly, coating my swollen pussy in preparation for what was coming next. But Henry was intent on seeing his attention through to the end, and I was eager to hit that peak.

  I gasped at the entry of prodding fingers; Jack had joined the fun, wanting to prove that he could play his part in bringing me to that high. First one, then two, and they curled inside me, in search of that oh-so-illusive ridge of pleasure within me that was guaranteed to make me scream.

  "There... there... right there..." I sighed, as a single touch sent shivers down my spine. I continued my instructions, his fingering varying in speed as Henry continued to work on my pink bundle of nerves until I was nothing but a gasping, writhing mess in his arms.

  With all the blood rushed to my head, the whole room spun around me as Henry carefully carried me and lowered me to the couch. I landed in an ungraceful lump, my thighs wet with lubrication and my breasts heaving for air. Jack leaned over me, his slick fingers in his mouth as he tasted my juices. The look in his eyes made me feel vulnerable, even more so than my naked body prostrate before him. They drank me in and were full of such hunger that I quaked with... no, it wasn't fear. It was joy. Joy at being appreciated, joy at being wanted. He stared at me with a yearning and appreciation that made me revel in my curves.

  His fingers entered me once more as he buried his face between my breasts, his free hand groping and massaging them with such fervor they almost ached. It was a pleasant pain, the kind that made my spine tingle for more. I parted my legs for him, so he could gain better access, my hips gyrating against his fingers to deepen the pleasure.

  Henry stared on in absolute lust, stroking his dick watching me being pleasured. Zack stood just behind him, in the midst of discarding his underwear. He looked like he didn't know what to do with himself. curled
a finger at him, gesturing for him to come closer. He obeyed, red-faced, and I could see his erection bobbing into view. The tip of his cock was almost to his navel. I stretched out my hand, wrapped it around him, and stroked his length from tip to base. He flinched with a small gasp, and I smiled as his stomach muscles clenched.

  "Promise I won't bite...." I winked at him before taking him into my mouth. His knees buckled for a second. He leaned over the couch, pressing both hands against the back, and watched my hungry mouth devour his dick as he pumped his hips slowly into my mouth, going deeper with each thrust as he realized I could take more, and more of him. He throbbed and expanded in my mouth, I groaned.

  Jack hitched my leg over his shoulder as he gave my breast one departing kiss and probed my entrance. Satisfied with his lubricated tip, he slipped inside me quite easily, and I reveled in his head rearing back once more. He took pleasure in every inch he gained within me until our thighs were flush with each other, and I temporarily forgot Zack as his brother pulled out again, my soundless cry escaping me. Soon, he picked up the rhythm and I returned with breathy groans to Zack's length. I sucked him in deeper, as Jack pleasured me, hoping it would inspire Zack to take his turn once his brother was finished.

  "Tell me what you want..." Jack whispered huskily, as he slowly extracted himself, his eyes locked with mine. He started to work his head against my clit, his slicked member gliding between my lips to maintain my arousal. I could see a sense of pride in his eyes as he watched me squirm, delighting in taking me to the edge before denying me what I wanted. I could only let him have so much control.

  "I want you inside me," I replied, and whimpered and slipped my mouth off Zack’s length, and turned over onto my hands and knees. I gave him a show as I wiggled my behind at him, and there was a resounding smack against my rump. I feigned pain with a breathy cry, and he delivered another strike to the other cheek.

  "How bad?" He got up from his knees and stood on the couch, kneading my flesh like a nursing kitten.

  "Fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before."

  That must have been enough encouragement because he plunged himself within me before I had the chance to take another breath. Ripples danced up my back and I quivered at the feeling of him inside me. Just when I thought he was complete, another inch would inspire another gasp out of me, until I could feel the tickle of his hair against my rear. Jack doubled himself over me, driving himself deeper as he picked my legs up off the couch into a wheelbarrow position.

  "That's one promise I can make," he whispered hoarsely. A heat grew in my belly as he gyrated against me, taking his time to ensure every inch of his penetration did its job in finding my pleasure. He whispered sensual from behind, amping up my arousal, exaggerating on how quickly he could make me come if he really wanted to. That he chose not to because he wanted to keep me roped in like some kind of addiction. Which he wasn't entirely incorrect about; I could feel myself succumbing, my limbs barely more than jelly beneath me as I tried to stay on all fours.

  Not wanting to be left out, Zack appeared once more before me, and I returned to my earlier task of his oral gratification. He leaned against the couch for support as he tangled his fingers in my hair and gathered it up at the back of my head to keep it out of the way. A gentle buck of his hips sent him deeper down my throat, and I continued to suck him deeper, my eyes locked on his baby blues.

  Jack's penetrations became frantic, and he was practically growling as his pace quickened. Our thighs slapped together in an erotic drum beat, with my moans bringing up the song's percussion. I could feel his heat growing inside me, swelling with girth, and I knew it was only a matter of time when he'd no longer be able to hold back anymore. A quiet swear word was ushered from his lips and I braced myself against the final slap of his body against mine. He stiffened over me, the sweat sticking our bodies together as he poured himself deep inside me. Another curse before we peeled our bodies away from each other. It sounded like he was disappointed with himself, that he'd given into his instincts too soon instead of exercising self-restraint. I couldn't blame him, nor could I try to soothe his mood, as I didn't have any words to work with at the moment.

  "Long time no see, stranger," Henry teased as he slipped in underneath me. He'd done it so easily that it made me question whether he hadn't been there this whole time. But I would've remembered that grinning face below me, teasing and cocky, and I probably would have smothered him with my breasts just to diminish his ego a little bit.

  Henry soon ran a hand over my cheek, down my neck, and grabbed a healthy handful of my breast as his other hand gripped his dick and he plunged himself up inside me. I flushed hot, reminded of what had almost happened earlier that day, and I was glad that we had the chance to act on our passion. His mouth explored my nipple, teasing and licking as my thighs slapped against his. His thrusts were deep and prolonging, always bringing me closer to that edge and then letting me slide back down again. Henry was determined to ride this out as long as possible, to bring me so much pleasure that I would have room for nothing else.

  Only he wasn't the only one with that idea.

  "Make room for one more." I heard Zack whisper over my shoulder, and he grunted with effort as he took Jack's previous position. I felt the extra pressure against my sex, as Zack groaned and pushed himself into my body. My thighs were quaking at the sensation of two erections within me. They took turns working their lengths inside me, and I felt myself go numb at how wonderful it felt. My head lolled onto Henry's shoulder, who beamed proudly at my current state. In and out they continued like this, maintaining a steady pace, and another peak of bliss washed over me. The beginnings of another orgasm crept up on me, and the brothers deepened their thrusts to heighten my pleasure. I gasped as fireworks exploded in my lower belly, through my inner core and danced through my limbs.

  "I'm—!"

  Zack didn't give much warning before he, too, went rigid, and I felt the contents of his loins spilling within me. Henry continued just the same, and I felt cum dripping down the backs of my thighs, further lubricating my groin for his greedy thrusts. Without his brother's length, Henry picked up the pace, glad that he had me to himself once more.

  For the time being.

  Zack collapsed off the edge of the couch to the floor, and I heard him panting heavily. Something else I heard was Jack's approach, and he picked up where his brother left off. His length was bigger around and touched at the places Zack had missed. But instead of working opposite of Henry, they worked in tandem, their girths probing together, reaching the most intimate parts that left me breathless. I was still coming down from my high, and their rhythm was already working me back up into another frenzy.

  But my knees were starting to chafe, and I halted the two before they could get too far. I needed a breather, and my joints were starting to ache. It hurt to turn my back to Henry, but I was instantly relieved at the new position and wiggled my hips in anticipation of feeling them once more. They obliged my teasing and penetrated me together in a timed thrust that drew a pleasured scream from my lips. My throat was raw and dry, and I yearned for something to drink once this was all over.

  Facing the ceiling, Jack hovered over me, his face glistening with sweat and his brown hair sticking to it. He, too, looked vulnerable in that moment with his flushed cheeks, and I wrapped an arm around his neck to draw him in for a kiss. It was a hard, biting kiss, and my lips felt bruised by the time he drew another breath. His teeth were bared at me as he drove himself deeper, harder, and his brother desperately tried to keep pace.

  They swore together as they came, their hips bucking as they spilled their seed. I continued to gyrate my hips against them, and they hissed in pleasure, the overstimulation of their sensitive heads making it difficult for them to remain upright.

  My legs were coated in streams of cum, both mine and theirs, and I rolled away Henry to get some air. My knees gave out beneath me and I collapsed to the floor, chuckling to myself. I was a giddy mess of horm
ones and bliss... and still I wanted more.

  It was only after a momentary break of refreshment and wiping ourselves down that we were right back to it, still riding our primal urges. I chose the stairs this time, as they facilitated easier positions and took some of the load off our limbs. Zack took position on the stairs as I rode him, my ass bouncing against his lap. Jack and Henry both took up the rear as they took turns teasing my ass with their erections. Tips, then heads, then their full lengths, and I worked to their rhythm in my pleasuring of Zack. Both fought for domination, each seeking to be the one to send me over the edge. I had no room to complain, given the waves of pleasure that continued to vibrate throughout my body.

  Jack's teeth found their way to my shoulder in a concentrated bite that barely broken skin. The pain was pleasing, and I raked my nails against Zack's chest in turn, leaving red marks behind that would probably last until tomorrow morning.

  In a stroke of luck, all three of them came at the same time, the air filled with their orgasmic grunts and I relished in the gathering moisture between my thighs. It cemented the three of us together in those quiet, heaving moments before they slowly picked up their pace again. They were determined to hear me squeal again, to watch my body quiver with another rolling orgasm, to see my eyes roll back into my head and my mouth gaping in a wordless cry.

  We eventually made it back downstairs, our sweaty bodies tangled together as we shifted from position to position, the brothers moving around to experience one sort of pleasure before moving on to the next one. I was pressed between two of them as one held me off the ground, their erections filling me up at both ends. Then at the edge of the couch, my legs over someone's shoulders as someone drove himself into my body. Someone's head would be between my legs, engaging in more cunnilingus. Orgasm after orgasm left me more drained, though I had no intention of wanting this to end. Neither did they as they lazily pawed at my body as well as their own, stroking themselves to keep them erect and in the game.