Chapter Four
He crosses the space between us and grabs my shoulders.
His clawed hands settle hard, his warmth coming through my shirt, his thumbs pressing into the hollows of my collarbones.
His pupils have blown wide and dark. The vibration in his chest has climbed into something almost a purr.
When my own hands rise to flatten against the hard muscle under his fur, a ripple goes through his whole body.
A few feet away, the gray one whines. I’ve gone so far past understanding what my body is doing that I’ve stopped trying.
My fingers find the buttons of my uniform shirt.
Both wolves go still.
The dark one’s eyes track every movement of my hands. The gray one closes the distance silently, his ears alert, his breath fast and shallow. Neither of them touches me.
I have never undressed in front of anyone like this.
Strange to be the focal point of so much hunger.
My hands shake, but my body doesn’t want to stop.
Shirt, thermal, sport bra. I drag them off and let them fall, and by the time my breasts are bare, both wolves make a low noise at the sight of me, a single shared note that means want.
The dark one doesn’t wait for permission this time. His huge clawed hands lift to cover my breasts completely, and the shock of his warmth pulls a moan out of me. His thumbs rasp over my hard nipples, dragging his coarse fur over the sensitive flesh. My knees almost give out.
That’s when the gray one breaks. He comes up behind me in a single fluid motion, a wall of heat at my back, and his hands come around to cup my ribs. Then his sharp teeth find the curve of my throat.
The danger sends a jolt through me so sharp that my whole body jerks. He huffs against my skin, something that almost sounds amused, and the dark one growls low and pleased in answer.
The rest of my clothes come off in a fog.
The gray one nips at the soft skin behind my ear while his hands work the belt and the zipper, his teeth a constant warning that he is barely holding himself together.
The dark one’s hand drags a single deliberate line down the center of my belly and stays there.
My panties part with a careful claw, and the cool air finds me everywhere, and I’m so wet it’s already on my thighs.
The dark one steps back to look.
His amber eyes burn over the length of me.
When his gaze comes back to my face, he chuffs a short note to the gray, and the two of them ease me down on the grass.
The dark one settles between my knees and presses them apart with his muzzle, his cool nose dragging up my inner thigh. The heat of his breath is my only warning before his tongue drags up the length of my slit. I gasp, barely stopping my hips from jerking into the pleasure.
He growls his approval and does it again, harder.
The tongue is impossibly long, impossibly hot.
It slips between my folds to drag over my entrance and curl around my clit.
I grab handfuls of grass, struggling to stay still, but he’s so noisy.
Dipping his tongue inside me, hungrily drinking the evidence of my arousal.
I’m soaked in seconds, saliva and my own slickness running down between my ass cheeks. He drags his tongue over the tight furl of my ass, pressing in just enough to shock a moan out of me. My hips twitch upward, completely out of my control, as my ass clenches around the writhing muscle.
Then he’s back to my clit, and I helplessly grab for his head. I press myself into his mouth, beyond caring about his teeth. Chasing the wet slide of his tongue. The gray one drops to his knees beside me. His clawed hand smooths up my belly, and his mouth closes over my nipple.
My pussy clenches, releasing more slick onto the wolf’s waiting tongue.
The teeth carefully pinch one nipple and then the other, toying with them until they are swollen and sensitive.
I arch under them, begging for more through my moans.
The tongue suddenly plunges deep and curls, and I come with a wail.
I’m still shaking when the dark one grabs my hips and pulls me into his lap.
The hot weight of his cock presses between us.
It’s long and tapered, drooling a steady line of precome that is already smearing across my belly.
He lifts me, dragging the tip of his cock over my clit again and again until I’m shaking in his hands.
The gray one crowds up next to me, his hands everywhere at once, his teeth grazing my throat and my shoulder and the soft skin of my upper arm. The wolf’s cock catches on my entrance before sliding away.
“Please,” I moan. “I want it.”
Again, he presses only to slide away and drag over my clit. I whine, a high pathetic sound, but it makes both wolves growl. The dark one yips something to the other, and then his cock is there, and he’s pushing.