Chapter 12 #2
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a wolf and a panther padding leisurely across the beach, their hungry gazes trained on me. I start to struggle under Bash, feeling both nervous and more turned on than even during my heat.
Bash gathers my wrists in one hand and reaches down with the other, finding my slit in my tail. He pauses long enough to command, “Say yes.” At my simple nod, a deep growl resonates in his chest and the other two give the same rumbling warning as they join us.
“Yes. Touch me. Fuck me. Claim me,” I pant, on the verge of begging for one of them to do something with all this tension running through my body.
“That’s our good girl.” Bash parts my slit with his fingers and my back bows as I strain for more. He moves lower down my body and an obscene moan is pulled from me as Bash guides his cock into my slick entrance.
Still in his wolf form, Killian clamps his teeth lightly on my shoulder. It’s not meant to hurt, it’s more of an order to stay still and let them enjoy their prize.
Silas meets my eyes as he lowers his large head, opening his mouth and dragging his rough panther tongue across my nipple, before shifting into his human form and soothing the lick with a soft suck.
A riot of emotions and sensations war within me, feeling so loved and cared for while also being thoroughly possessed by them.
Killian also shifts into his human form and licks at his bite as Bash drives his hips forward, his cock hitting all the good spots that have my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Look at this sweet siren surrendering to us,” Killian drawls, pumping his hand slowly up and down his hard cock. “Do you like being our little prey that much?”
“Yes,” I moan, already feeling the beginnings of an orgasm gathering low in my spine.
Silas reaches down to circle my clit while Bash fucks me with long, hard thrusts. “Do you want to be part of our pack? Be our little prey to chase whenever we want?”
“Yes!” I want all of it with all of them.
“Be ours to fuck?” Killian asks.
“Ours to claim?” Silas asks.
“Ours to love?” Bash asks.
“Yes,” I scream as my orgasm crests and rolls through me in a sweeping wave, my heart and my body freely given to them to do whatever they please.
“Shift,” Killian commands, and still languid after my climax, I shift my tail into my human legs.
Bash carries me higher up the beach, placing me on a blanket they must’ve prepared at some point. Lying down on his back, he pulls me against his chest, his cock still hard inside of me.
“More, please,” I ask. “I want all of you.”
Silas strokes my face and finally presses his mouth to mine. “Just hold on to Bash, Marisol. We’ve got you and you’ve got us.”
Killian takes up a position behind me and dribbles warm lube down my crack, and I’ve never been so grateful for how organized my pack is. Soon, Killian is stretching me with his fingers while Bash holds me still, little rolls of his hips stoking my next climax.
“Relax for me, Marisol. Surrender,” Killian rumbles gently and I instantly go lax, happy to relinquish control.
Silas reaches between me and Bash and plays with my clit again as Killian pushes forward, filling my ass inch by thick inch. We all pause when he’s fully seated, our breaths in sync as they give me time to adjust.
I quirk my head at Silas and demand, “Fuck my throat. Please.”
He shakes his head. “But my barbs?”
This time, it’s me smirking, relishing in surprising him with my prep. “Earlier this week, Tilly gave me a tonic that we can use as protection for my mouth and throat. Or Killian’s or Bash’s if they so wish. I drank it at the party, so I’m ready to take you.”
Silas cups my jaw, his gaze dipping between my mouth and my eyes. “I’ve never… not a mouth or throat.”
“Do you want to?” Killian asks, and gratefulness for Silas’s long-time partner fills me.
“So much,” Silas breathes out, his eyes soft and brow furrowed as longing dances in his eyes.
“Then come here,” I encourage gently.
Killian laces his fingers with Silas’s, resting their joint hands on my right shoulder as they alternate their thrusts. Bash whispers sweet, worshipful words to me as he fucks me from below, my body an instrument for my pack to play.
Sensations course through my body and embed in my soul as they claim every inch of me, and soon, we form a cacophony of moaning and groaning sounds, of sweet encouragements, and gentle declarations of love.
I relinquish all control over myself, my heart, as my pack brings me to climax again and again.
After numerous orgasms, I’m cuddled between Killian and Bash as I wait for their knots to deflate. Behind my wolf, Silas purrs so contentedly that it reverberates through all four of us, and I stare up at the stars above, wondering how I ever got so lucky.
“When can we do that again?” I ask my guys with a very blissful sigh.
“Whenever you want.” I’m not even sure who said it, but as a member of Pack Morgan, it’s a truth I know deep down in my bones.
I was satisfied with my life before, happy, but never did I know one could ever experience this level of pure joy and fulfillment. But here I am, living a dream I didn’t even realize I could wish for. With Silas, Killian, and Bash by my side, our future is looking extraordinarily bright.