Chapter 6
Marisol
Silas lowers me onto the soft bed and kicks his pants off.
My mouth waters as he stares down at me with unfiltered longing, his eyes roaming hungrily over every inch of my skin.
His creamy cable-knit sweater goes next, then he’s thumbing the waistband of his underwear, dragging it off to reveal a magnificent cock that has my pussy weeping for it.
The head is narrow and smooth and the shaft widens gradually toward the base in almost a cone shape.
Delicate barbs decorate his length and my inquisitive hands reach out to test them.
They’re soft and pliant under my touch but textured enough that I know I’ll feel every single one of them against my smooth walls.
Silas lets out a hiss as I attempt to wrap my hand around his base, the tips of my fingers not quite touching. I move higher up until I find a girth I can grip adequately, then give him an experimental squeeze.
Wrapping his fingers around mine, Silas stills my hand. “That’s enough playing for now, Marisol. What I want from you next is to lie back and open those gorgeous legs for us so we can look at the sweet cunt that’s ours. Can you be a good girl and show us?”
“Yes,” I whisper easily, falling back onto my elbows and stepping my feet apart, putting myself on display for Pack Morgan. Surrendering control and following their instructions is a welcome escape from my self-dependent nature.
Murmurs of appreciation resound around the room, their voices harmonizing in a way that has goose bumps rushing down my limbs and settling in my core. I arch my back and widen my stance, putting myself even more on display, wanting all their attention and praise as I show them my dripping pussy.
“Oh, Marisol. That’s the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen. Can’t wait to feel it spread around my knot,” Killian says as he appears on Silas’s right.
On his left, Bash drawls, “She looks just as good as she tastes. I can bury my face in that cunt and die happy.”
My pussy pulses at their praise and my eyes jump between their naked bodies as they stare down at me.
All three of them are astoundingly good-looking in their own distinct ways. I feel like I’ve won some kind of grand prize to be the recipient of their combined attention and my body yearns to prove its worthiness.
Bash’s lean muscles speak of youth and time spent outdoors. A healed scar spanning the width of his torso confirms his love for adventures and proves his resilience. My eyes are drawn to his long, ruddy cock in his hand, wondering if it feels as velvety as it looks.
Killian is broad and seems as if he spends hours in a gym on a daily basis, his body thick and muscles honed to absolute perfection.
A smattering of dark chest hair with traces of gray crowns his chest and leads down a happy trail to a thick cock, a bead of precum winking at me, inviting me to take him into my mouth.
Reddish-brown freckles dance along Silas’s shoulders, disappearing under sleeves of ocean-themed tattoos covering his strong arms. His titian beard is longer than Killian’s, a little more unkempt, and a new longing to feel that texture on the inside of my thighs has me salivating.
“They’re pretty, aren’t they?” Silas asks as he places his knees on the bed, his hands encircling my ankles as he widens me up even further. “And you get to have all of us.”
Killian glides a hand up my leg—higher—over my knee—higher—up the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh until he gets to my pussy.
I pant, staring directly into his heated brown eyes as he dips two thick fingers inside of me.
I thrust my hips into his hand, needing more, but he removes his fingers again.
My whine of protest quickly shifts to a moan of desire as he coats Silas’s cock with my slick.
Killian repeats the motion two more times until Silas’s cock is glistening and I’m a panting mess. “You ready for some panther cock, Marisol?”
“Yes.” The word is a single explosion of breath, no eloquent quips to be found. The short-lived clarity I had after my last orgasm is fading fast, quickly being replaced by the haze of my need.
Need for cock.
Need for Silas.
Need for Bash.
Need for Killian.
A deep ache swells in my core and I bite down to ride it out as Silas moves over me. Bash climbs up next to me and dips down to take my nipple into his mouth as Killian guides Silas’s cock into my soaked pussy.
Silas doesn’t tease me. He knows now isn’t the time for that. He simply pushes forward in one steady thrust, spreading my pussy wider and wider as I take more of his increasing thickness until his hips are flush against mine.
My body trembles, my skin’s hot, and everything feels more sensitive than it has in my life before. But finally, finally, I feel full.
“Breathtaking,” Killian whispers, staring at the place where Silas and I are joined. Meeting my eyes, Killian leans down and brushes his lips against my clit before sucking at Silas’s base. “Now hold on while our panther fucks your tight cunt.”
Silas pulls back slowly and the sensation of his barbs scraping against my slick walls has me crying out, the pleasure more than I expected. Killian holds one of my legs and Bash the other as they murmur words of praise while Silas slides in and out of me, building my climax stroke for stroke.
My mind empties and my entire body exists only for this moment. I bask in the feeling of being the center of their undivided attention, their sole focus, and a tiny part buried deep in my soul yearns for this to never end.
Animalistic moans come from me and Silas grunts with each powerful thrust as he lights my body up. Unintelligible words fall from my lips as my pack worships me with their touches.
Before long, a tidal wave of pleasure crashes through me and I scream as my pussy contracts, pulsing around Silas’s cock as he fucks me through one release and straight into another.
Killian strums my clit while Bash pinches and sucks at my nipples.
Then, I’m exploding, falling apart with my third climax as Silas groans with his own release, filling me with his warm cum.
My heart races as I look at each of them, everyone silent except for our panting breaths, our chests heaving as we share soft smiles.
“That was incredible,” I rasp, my voice strained after the moans and screams they’ve pulled from me, and this only on the first day of my heat.
“Kitty cock is top-notch cock. I concur with Killian.” Damn, postorgasm clarity is great for my vocabulary.
If they keep being so generous with my pleasure, I might recite a thesaurus soon.
I never knew a heat could be like this, that I could feel so comfortable, so cared for, that it could be such an enjoyable experience—not only for me, but for them too. Maybe this isn’t the right time to think about this, but perhaps, just maybe, I could have this again. With them.
Silas grins down at me, his reddish-brown hair damp with sweat. “Glad you said that, a chuisle mo chroí, because we’re just getting started.”
“Still got to make a cum dump of you,” Bash says with a wink and my pussy walls contract at the mere thought of his cum mixing with Silas’s and Killian’s inside of me.
“Oh, she likes that,” Silas says, slowly pulling out of me. “Come look at the mess I’ve made of our good girl. But I think she can take more, can’t you, Marisol?”
I nod as my three shifters stare down at the cum dribbling from my pussy, and an intense desire to take them all at once burns within me.
Killian raises his brows and strokes a finger lazily through Silas’s release, pushing some of it back in with a feverish glint in his eyes. “Such a pretty sight to see this tight cunt filled with our panther’s cum,” he hums. “Can’t wait to see mine spilling from her too.”
All rationality seeps from my brain again as I return to my most primal self, a being of pure instincts with only one thing flashing through my mind. “Knot, please.”