Chapter Seven
The lull is long.
Long enough that the gray wolf’s knot softens and he eases himself out of me.
I shudder as another flood of come pours out of me to soak his fur.
He chuffs at the mess, clearly pleased, and pulls me tighter against him.
The other wolf sits up and runs a slow hand down the length of my spine to palm my ass.
This should be the end. My body has taken more than it can, and I should stop. The hand gently squeezes my ass, pulling one cheek to the side. A light breeze tickles my hole, and it clenches. I know I should be done.
And yet. My skin is still buzzing. A claw lightly trails up my crack and over my asshole. My pussy clenches, and more come gushes out of me. The hand pauses, and I hear them speaking to each other again. A decision being made.
The dark one bends and noses at my hair. Then he moves lower, along my spine, down to the slick mess between my legs, and breathes in. His tongue darts out to lick what he can reach of my pussy. He slides his broad palms up the backs of my thighs and spreads them apart.
His tongue plunges inside me, licking deep as if he’s tasting our combined flavor.
Then he moves higher. His tongue finds the tight pucker between my cheeks, and I tense.
He licks in languid strokes, coaxing my hole to open for him.
And it does. A guttural groan rips out of me at the first deep thrust of his tongue.
I’ve never felt anything like it. It’s a deep, overwhelming pleasure.
I pant as he starts to tongue fuck my ass, shoving a little deeper each time.
Easing me open. Making me soft and slick inside.
I’m fisting the gray wolf’s fur and rubbing my pussy all over his sheath, but he just strokes my back and croons.
I can feel my peak coming. It’s something completely different from what I’m used to, but I want it desperately. My clit is so sensitive that every touch makes me moan, but I can’t stop jerking my hips. I want more. I want…
The dark one’s grip on my hip tightens, and he plunges his tongue in deep and curls it.
I come with a ragged moan. My ass clenches down hard on his tongue, and my whole body shakes. He doesn’t stop. He purrs against me and keeps working in and out of me until my muscles go lax. When I’m loose and slick and dripping, he lifts his head.
The gray one beneath me stirs. He turns us carefully, adjusting, and I let him move me until I’m sitting in his lap, my knees on either side of his hips.
He shifts, and the tapered head of his cock finds my entrance.
He slides home in one long push, and the breath punches out of me.
My pussy is so sensitive that he hits every nerve at once.
He rocks up into me, testing, and a satisfied thrum rolls out of him.
The dark wolf comes up behind me. His chest presses against my back. His breath stirs my hair. One of his hands grips the back of my neck, holding me in place as his cock finds the place he’s spent so long preparing.
He presses. A whine rips free from my throat.
He’s so thick. Even with all the preparation, even with how loose and slick he’s made me, he’s so big.
It steals the breath from my lungs, leaving me gasping and moaning as he pushes deeper.
Everything between my legs is wet and aching, but I nod for him to keep going.
I want it all. I want them to impale me on their cocks and knot me so tight I can’t think.
I can feel them throbbing against each other through the thin wall inside me.
The dark wolf licks the side of my face and jerks his hips, burying the full length of his cock in my ass. I float outside myself for a moment.
Two massive bodies breathing around me, holding me together with nothing but their hands and their cocks.
My body slowly catches up. The stretch stops feeling impossible and becomes a warm pulse. I clench around them.
The dark one moves first.
Just an inch. Then another. The gray one beneath me holds steady, a warm anchor. The dark one slides out and in, out and in, his hands holding my hips, his claws gentle. The drag of him is almost too much.
Then the gray one begins to move too.
Out of time with the dark one at first. When the dark one pulls back, the gray one rocks up. One of them is always filling me, never leaving me empty, and the alternating fullness builds a wave in my body that doesn’t stop building. My hands clutch at hands, at fur, and anything I can reach.
A continuous, high keening pours out of me that I can’t stop.
The wolves’ voices have changed. Louder now. The dark one growls in my ear with every thrust, low and harsh and possessive. The gray one whines beneath me. They speak to each other in short huffs and chuffs, coordinating around me, and I’m at the center of a conversation I can hear but not follow.
They begin to synchronize.
The dark one pushes in as the gray one thrusts up, driving me onto both of them at once, and the fullness is so absolute my vision goes white at the edges.
They do it again. Again. The wave I’ve been riding crests, holds, crests higher.
Their rhythm tightens. Faster. Harder. The wet slap of our bodies fills the clearing.
I come with no warning at all.
It rips through me in a rolling wave. My body tries to clamp down on both of them and can’t, and the failure to clamp only makes it worse, only makes the pleasure keep climbing past its natural end.
The wolves snarl in unison. The dark one bites down on the crook of my neck, and the gray one buries his face between my breasts and groans.
They do not stop.
I’m still coming when the dark one’s knot begins to swell behind me. He’s grinding now, short hard thrusts, working it toward me, his growl gone ragged. Beneath me, the gray one’s knot is swelling too, thickening inside me, pressing against my walls, and he’s panting, desperate.
The dark one snaps his hips, and the knot pops inside me. I scream. He’s lodged deep and is already starting to come, pumping hot and hard into me.
A breath later, the gray one’s knot shoves in too.
Another orgasm tears through me. They’re both pulsing inside me, both coming, both knotted at once, and the heat has nowhere to go. It presses everywhere. It fills me. I’m sobbing openly now, tears streaming down my face, gasping for air.
I can do nothing but shake between them.
They hold me there, impaled on both, unable to move, unable to fall.
The dark one lets out a low rumble. The gray one answers with a higher, softer note.
Their voices rise and overlap and resolve into something that’s almost a song.
The dark one notices my tears and bends to lap them off my cheek with the flat of his tongue.
The gray one beneath me pets my back in slow, possessive passes, croons into my hair.
They hold me there for a long time.
Eventually, the dark one’s knot begins to soften. He pulls out carefully, and a hot gush of his come pours out of me. His cool nose presses against the back of my neck.
The gray one’s knot softens soon after. He eases out the same careful way, and more come spills out of me, down his belly into the grass. He doesn’t let me go. He keeps me tight against his chest, presses his muzzle to my temple, and holds me.