Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
EVANTHE
Itwitch, utterly limp, utterly spent. I can’t even move. The best I can do is pant. Behind me, the two werebeasts snarl at one another like they are about to fight over me.
“Thick-headed bastards,” Ranulf grumbles lowly, rising to his feet. “I will thump the pair of you if you do not settle the fuck down.”
A sudden thud, and a second werebeast lands beside Ranulf.
Alden, the gray shifter, transitions before my eyes. His human hair is golden brown, and his eyes are a pale winter blue. Leaner than Ranulf and nowhere near as hirsute, his expression holds a roguish charm when he suddenly grins, which softens the sheer size of him.
“Well met, mate,” he says, voice gentle and belying what he just did to me in werebeast form. “Gods, she is sweet.” He drags his eyes away to share a look with Ranulf—who arches one brow—before swinging back to face me.
A low growl behind. Fur brushes against my hip.
“Hold her,” Ranulf says, stepping forward. “The lass is going to be naughty for Beric, I can tell.”
My eyes widen. Then they are both on me, holding my arms, pressing me gently, but firmly against the fallen tree.
Behind a low, rumbling growl is all the warning I get before the final werebeast, Beric, cages me against the fallen tree, his thick claws sending chunks flying.
“Oh, please, I can’t,” I say. I’m already sore and quite convinced I cannot possibly take another…
“You’ll get used to it,” Alden says, crouching beside me even as he holds me still.
He smiles. It is a sweet, playful smile at odds with my situation, being held ready for the pleasure of the final male, who is rumbling a growl against the back of my throat.
“She, ah, might need a little distraction.”
He glances up at Ranulf.
“You may be right,” Ranulf agrees. “Beric is a big bastard all over. Even now that her pussy has softened, it is sure to be a strain…” He trails off.
Beric is drooling and growling against the side of my throat, his fur tickling against my back as he edges in closer.
“Aye,” Alden agrees, grinning. “It was for the best that we both took her first. She will be well ruined once Beric has his turn.”
Ranulf grabs the root of his cock and gets a glint in his eyes as he looks at me.
He can’t mean what I think he means, can he?
I shake my head.
He steps closer, grips my hair in one hand, and slides his cock head over my lips.
The scent hits me.
My lips remain tightly sealed even though my mouth is watering for the taste.
Then something thick lodges at my pussy entrance… and pushes… and pushes.
I try to peer back. “Umn num!”
“Suck,” Ranulf commands. “Take my seed in all ways like a good girl. It will give you something to think about while you take my pack brother.”
My pussy gives a little, and the blunt head of Beric’s beastly rod surges a small way in. My lips pop open, and my wail is lost around Ranulf’s thick member, filling my mouth as he slides all the way to the back of my throat. And there he holds it, half suffocating me.
The cock wedged in my pussy surges deeper, before Beric commences a series of brutal, shallow thrusts that leave my body with no choice but to give.
Ranulf shoves his thumb between my teeth, holding my jaw open as he begins to fuck my mouth.
“That’s a good fucking girl,’ Alden says darkly. “Look at you taking my brothers so well. We’ll soon get a litter of pups in your belly. The best way to settle a new mate down is to get them good and bred.”
He reaches down and toys with my nipples, pinching and tugging them roughly as Ranulf fucks my mouth, and Beric pounds ever deeper into my pussy.
I dribble all over Ranulf’s cock and my chin. Tears stream down my cheeks.
So full, everywhere, too much cock, too much stimulation.
I pulse and flutter on the brink of a monstrous climax, just hanging on the cusp.
Worse, I am pushing back, seeking the pleasure that will be mine if only I could take all of Beric.
The taste of Ranulf on my tongue is driving me near delirious.
“Gods, she is lusty,” Alden says, pride filling his voice. “Look at her humping back, trying to take more of Beric’s cock. She is greedy for it.”
“Stunning,” Ranulf agrees. “She is teasing my cock head with her tongue. It is all I can do to hold off. Does that feel good, mate? Having our cocks inside you, filling you all up. By the time we’re done with you, you will feel empty without us.
You’ll be bending over and encouraging us to fuck you all the time, for you won’t like the emptiness of your stretched pussy being untended. ”
His words are crude, filthy, yet they paint a picture of a future before me.
“Shifter cum does things to a lass. Changes them. Creates a permanent kind of heat. You will be begging us for our cocks night and day, sucking us off, and using any opportunity you can to crawl on our laps if we don’t tend to you often enough, begging us for our seed.
It will be worse once you’re with child—bred. ”
Beric’s teeth graze the back of my throat. His drool drips from me to the forest floor. His cock is still not fully in, and I begin to fear that it won’t go any deeper.
“That’s our good girl,” Ranulf purrs. “Try and relax. Let our pack brother in. You can be sure he will fuck you anyway. But it will go easier if you can be good for him.”
My body cares not for my mental worry. My body demands I give myself over to the untold pleasure waiting just beyond my reach.
And I feel myself lifting, letting go of my earthly bounds and constraints.
I see myself from above, a tiny human lass surrounded by shifters.
One is in werebeast form, his massive bulk curved around me as he mounts me.
The other two are human. One crouches beside me, teasing my nipples, watching my expression of rapture.
The third man, tall and regal, takes his pleasure from my mouth, his taste filling my senses, even as my pussy flutters ever closer to detonation.
So tiny.
Helpless.
And yet cherished.
A mate, and one they claim before the Goddess.
My mind and body soar.
Ranulf surges deep and roars as he fills my throat with his seed.
I choke a little.
He pulls out and paints his cum over my face, throat, and heaving breasts, before he smears it under my nose and between my lips.
The scent is divine. Behind me, Beric thrusts deeply, his knot lodging, triggering a climax that is all dark, blinding, twisty pleasure. Beric savages the side of my throat and floods my womb with seed, rocking his hips, forcing me to take every drop.
My mind spins. I am nothing but a vessel for these monstrous beasts, hanging on the cusp of madness.
“Did he get his knot in?” Alden says to Ranulf.
Goodness! I am praying he has. There is definitely no capacity in me to take any damn more!
“I’m guessing so,” Ranulf says. He peers around me. “Aye, good, and knotted. It’s a lot for a human lass to take. Still, she will learn to adapt.” He pets my hair gently, then reaches to twist one nipple cruelly.
“Um, oh, please!” It rips another climax from me, and my pussy lovingly crushes the fat cock inside me.
My eyes cross.
“So responsive,” Alden says in wonder, pinching and tugging on my other nipple. “Look at her humping back for more. She is making a lot of fuss like she cannot take it, yet her hips are telling a different story, eager for his cock and knot.”
“Aye, our perfect mate,” Ranulf agrees.
An incoherent form of gibberish spills from my lips as yet another climax bears down on me.
Too much, too much pleasure, and my eyes roll back.
BERIC
I am inside her. I have never been all the way inside any lass before. Not even a shifter. It is like my mind empties to every thought except the sensation of her pussy caressing me in sweet waves.
“I am all up inside her!” Gods, I sound like a lust-drunk sap. I do not fucking care.
Love, instantaneous and endless, wells up and overflows. I can feel her beating heart, her sweet openness, her acceptance.
“She chooses us,” Ranulf says, exultant. “Before the Goddess, she claims us and takes us into her body and heart.”
My hips jerk and my cock flexes inside her tight, welcoming sheath. “She is so hot and wet and open, and feels fucking amazing.” Her breathing is soft and even, and her expression is one of a woman lost to bliss.
“Maybe pull out before she rouses,” Alden says. “Lass might be a bit sore after your plowing.”
He makes a valid point… only it is easier said than done, and the moment I try, it’s like her pussy clamps over me. Sweat breaks out under my fur as I try to ease out. “She will not let fucking go.”
“You are not trying,” Alden says, all fucking snarky.
“I am fucking trying!”
“He is bigger than you,” Ranulf points out.
“Well, he is bigger than you, also,” Alden pitches back belligerently.
“You are not fucking helping by talking about how big my cock is!” I snarl. My dick flexes yet another heady gush of come. Now I worry that I will be locked like this forever…
I come free with a sudden wet plop. Our sweet mate rouses with a scream. My legs nearly give out. It is all I can do to find the presence of mind to shift to human.
“There you go, welcome back, lass,” Ranulf says.
“Oh, my belly hurts,” she wails.
I swallow thickly, not liking her to be in discomfort, but also thinking about how she came to be in this condition. “We need to check her,” I say gruffly.
“Check!”
Her tone says she is not congenial to being checked.
“Good idea,” Alden says, already lifting the lass from the tree and ignoring her small protest.
“I am full of your damn seed!” she moans.
“Lass, we are trying not to fuck you,” Ranulf says sternly. “Talk of being full of our seed will not help us to abstain. Now, behave while we check your pussy. Then I shall see what we can do to ease this discomfort you suffer.”
He drops to his knees beside her, where Alden has spread her on the forest floor.
“Let’s get her out of her clothes,” Alden mumbles half in a daze.
She looks up, and her eyes land on me before going very wide and blinking.
I smirk, a little bashfully. “Beric,” I say, gesturing toward myself.
A pretty blush stains her cheeks. Alden and Ranulf pause and look between us.
“Goddess,” she whispers before turning to Ranulf. “Is he real?”
Ranulf rolls his eyes. “He is bad-tempered of a morning.”
“And snores,” Alden adds.
“You both fucking snore,” I pitch back, standing a little straighter for her gaze is on me, and both shy and deeply admiring. I believe she likes what she sees. “Also, I am congenial in the morning.”
Now, both my pack brothers glare at me.
“You are never fucking congenial,” Ranulf growls. “You are the pack’s biggest grouch. Now. We have a mate to check. Help us get her out of these cursed human clothes so we might verify the condition of her pussy. I am hard as stone and will need her again soon.”
EVANTHE
Beric is so pretty, it borders on angelic. He is also huge. I’m trying very hard not to think about how he got an appendage thicker than my arm inside me… And Ranulf said they were bigger in their werebeast form… I swallow hard.
Beric offers a devastatingly rakish smile and drops to his knees before my spread legs.
“Good girl,” he says, leaning right over me. “You have taken us so well. Let us disrobe you, hmm. Then we can check you and soothe you if need be.”
I blink, caught in a spell. I think Alden might roll his eyes. But then Beric’s index finger flashes to a claw. I gasp as he rakes it with skilled dexterity from my ruined neckline down, and my clothing falls away in tatters.
“What?” I splutter. “Now I have no clothes!”
I snap my legs together, or try to. Ranulf and Alden move seamlessly to take an arm and thigh each and pin me to the ground.
Beric rubs absently over his rough beard while his eyes are locked on my pussy.
He licks his lips.
“She might need some tending for her soreness,” he says, eyes turning glazed. He reaches to slide a finger through my slick folds before pressing it gently inside. To my mortification, he slides his finger wetly from side to side. “Poor lass is gaping and very hot inside. Are you sore?”
“Ah, a little,” I mumble while my cheeks go up in flames. Alden and Ranulf tighten their hold when I try to wriggle, and my confused pussy squeezes over Beric’s fingers.
I might groan a little…
“Go ahead,” Ranulf instructs. “You may tend her.”
My eyes swing to him, then back as Beric flashes to his werebeast and his big wet tongue laps my pussy.
I squirm at the sudden, intense sensation.
“Clothing is a privilege,” Ranulf adds in a deep, rumbly voice. “You will stay naked until we choose otherwise.”
“I-oh.” I am trying to concentrate on what he says, but Beric is very distracting.
“Naked,” Ranulf continues. “Available for our pleasure. Available to be rutted and knotted whenever and wherever we choose.”
“You will get used to our ways,” Alden says. “Happen you are already there if your moaning and humping for more of Beric’s tongue is anything to go by.”
I’m about to climax when the air suddenly whooshes and the human version of Beric once more appears. A small, angry growl escapes my lips. He cannot mean to leave me in this condition?!
“I need another turn,” Alden says.
“When we get home,” Ranulf says firmly. “It is cold here. She is naked.”
It is only now that I realize this truth and begin to shiver.
Ranulf stands and sweeps me up into his arms.
I glance up at him. My pussy is throbbing, but I am also chilly, and I press my cheek to his warm chest.
“I’m going to shift to my werebeast to carry you back to our pack den,” he says. “Don’t be alarmed. It is still me. It allows me to better carry you and travel swiftly.”
‘Very well,” I say…
The words have barely left my lips when he shifts, and a giant black and silver werebeast now holds me in his arms. His nose lowers, and he laps my throat where he first marked me, making it tingle.
He is very furry and warm, and although his savage face should be terrifying, all I see is the familiar eyes that are part of each of his forms. I cup his cheek, and he licks my palm.
Then he takes off at a run. Alden and Beric run beside us in their wolf forms.