The Werewolves #14
Maybe he's testing me to see if this is what I really want. It's an out-of-body experience, to be honest. In the time it takes me to take three cautious steps, I know exactly what I want, what I'm ready for. This is no longer about my comfort zone. I'm way past that.
This is about me. And about them. I've been on a roller coaster. But how fast these five are pulling me into their group? Knowing weres have so much trouble finding mates? They must need me as much as I need them.
This is about me, and them. It's about us.
By the time I reach Knox, I'm already frantically tugging at his pants. He doesn't help. I unbuckle, then unzip and push them down, nearly getting slapped in the face by his thick cock.
I can't resist, because I'm more turned on than I've ever been in my entire life.
Before I stand, I wrap my lips around him and suck.
It's too big to get even half in my mouth, even if I deep-throated him, but he wraps his firm hand, fingers tipped in claws, around my neck, giving me a spine-tingling scratch, then pushes himself further in.
"Naughty girl."
The pressure on my throat burns, claws scraping my skin, but it only makes me hotter.
He releases me and steps back, my saliva stretching from my lips to him.
Then he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his broad chest. His pecs are huge and shapely, his abdominal muscles clearly defined, bulging biceps nearly the size of my head.
A deep V carves into his pelvis, leading a trail down to his massive cock, glistening from my saliva, pointed straight into the air.
Knox winks, then West commands, "Get on the bed, Lily. On your knees."
Whimpering, having no desire to stall because, fuck, I really need this, I scramble onto the bed and get on all fours.
West crawls onto the bed behind me, nudging my knees further apart.
"Look at you, Lily. Your cunt is fucking dripping. You're so messy. Have you been like this since we left the club? Were you not sated?"
I bury my head in the sheets, ass in the air, and beg someone to fuck me. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I've lost all sense. It's all I can think about, especially the further my legs spread, highlighting how wrong it is to be this empty. I need to be full. I need more. I need something.
I don't know who I am anymore, but I'm barreling past old Lily, skin shed and mind set free. I work at a pleasure house for monsters. I love my new job. I have friends, I'm happy.
And I have five new, beautiful mates who literally begged to eat my pussy. And I fucking let them.
I'm done with caution.
"Will someone please just fuck me?" I whine, emboldened, because it feels safe to be.
"Just fuck you?" Nico laughs beside me. "Baby.
Don't you get it yet?" He leans in close, his breath hot on my skin.
He turns my head, pulling me in for a kiss.
His mouth dominates, his tongue dancing over mine before his lips press hard and feral, before pulling away, gripping my chin.
"When it comes to you, Lily, my sweet mate, the apple of my fucking eye, nothing else exists.
You will come hard, you will come fast, and we will fuck you into oblivion every night for the rest of your life.
Do you get it yet? This is it, baby. You and us.
This is forever. Now, are you gonna shut that pretty mouth and stop complaining?
Let us claim you like the big bad wolves we are?
Find out what being our mate really means? "
"You're all monsters," I rasp playfully.
He lets out a haunting laugh. "That's right, Lily. We're monsters. And we're gonna fuck you like the monsters we are. Now keep those legs spread."
Of all five guys, I'm most shocked to find Arlo when I tilt my head back to see who is behind me.
There's a wildness in his eyes. We don't break eye contact as he pulls off his shirt, then drops his pants.
He's not wearing underwear. His cock springs up.
It's smaller than the others, but his knot is large. Disproportionately so.
He takes his cock in his hand, stroking it lazily, before climbing onto the bed, gripping my hips and, after rubbing the fat head through my wet heat, in one punishing thrust, he shoves in.
A grunt rips out of me, both from the stinging pain and surprise, the stretch of him, and the pleasure of his cock dragging out before he shoves in again.
His balls slap against my skin, and he grunts, "You're mine now."
Like everything else, he says it so quietly, but there's almost magic in his words.
I feel them dig into my skin, my heart. His fingers turn to claws, curling into my hips, claiming me possessively.
"You smell like warm apple pie. The sweetest cunt.
You feel like a goddamn dream." He whispers all of this, barely loud enough for me to hear, to make out over the panting, the sounds of the men around us, who stand there and watch, stroking themselves.
I was the least sure of Arlo. He was quiet before, and seemed shy, nervous.
Are you real? he asked, back at the club.
And I just let him into my body, even knowing he was still holding back.
But the more he whispers—reassurances, desires—the more confident he becomes.
The more reassuring he becomes. It's palpable, this thing between us, and inexplicably, I relax and let him in, surrendering to his hold.
His need for me, his desire, releases in little sips, kissing my skin.
He's waited a lifetime for me, and he can't contain his control for a moment longer.
Arlo thrusts into me, gripping my hips like handles, shoving my face into the mattress so I can barely breathe, using my body like a toy, fucking me harder, faster.
So hard, his pelvis will leave bruises on my ass cheeks, but he doesn't relent.
He's unleashed a demon within himself, and it's thrilling, watching him come alive.
His cock fills me up, in and out, each thrust zinging pleasure along my nerve endings. My pussy suckles, contracting around him, milking his length with each drag, and I'm grunting like an animal. Getting fucked like one, too.
Then, in one acrobatic move, he pulls us back so I'm on top of him, my back to his chest, his cock still buried inside me, and thrusts upward.
West, with a gleam in his eye, crawls on top of me, then flattens his fingers and works my clit.
Arlo's cock angles upward now, slamming deep, and with West's hand rubbing my clit at a forceful rhythm, I see spots.
"Oh, fuck yes, you like that, baby? Gushing for your mates?" Teddy teases, stroking his cock, leaning in to kiss me. I kiss him back, and it's possessive and perfect. I've almost kissed everyone in the pack now.
My pack.
Maybe it's that thought that has me spilling over the edge, this immediate acceptance, but I come so hard my whole body quakes.
West pulls back and, like a rag doll, Arlo lifts me off of him, ignoring my shuddering release.
A gush of cum flows out of my pussy when he pulls out, his cock still hard as steel.
It looks painfully hard, purple-tipped and straining as it bounces between his legs.
West climbs onto the bed, taking Arlo's place.
Arlo turns me so I'm facing West, then sets me onto West's lap, impaling me down onto his waiting cock.
I gasp at the intrusion. He's thicker than Arlo, but there's no pause.
Looking into my eyes, large hands wrapped around my ass, West leans up and kisses me, holding my body in place while he thrusts upward.
He fucks me like that until I'm close to the edge, burying himself deep, forcing my body to memorize every inch he gives me.
I fall onto his chest and just revel in him.
"That's it, baby. You're doing so good," he whispers into my ear in between grunts. "Ecstasy. Mother-fucking-ecstasy."
His hips thrust fitfully, rhythm growing erratic, and just when I think we're both on the cusp, a sob tears out of me and he pulls out.
That's when I realize they're taking turns. Each feeling me. Claiming me. Fucking edging me.
West lifts me and drops me onto Teddy, who wraps his arms around my shoulders and holds me impossibly close, burying my face in his neck.
I feel the tendons strain as he pounds into me, and so much tender love flows out of him while his cock obliterates me from below.
I just lay there on top of him and take it, feeling him. Breathing him in.
It's pleasure mixed with some kind of werewolf ritual they didn't bother to explain. Or maybe this is just how they are. But I let each orgasm pass me by without claiming it, instead, allowing each wolf to make their mark on me.
Eventually, Teddy lifts me and passes me to Nico.
When I sink down onto his cock, his eyes roll back.
He cries out, but doesn't hold me close like the last two.
He pushes me back, holding my torso at a distance.
So he can watch. He watches my tits bounce, my face contort.
He rolls his hips like an expert lover, biting his lip and pinching my nipples.
He's so fucking sexy. I start to get lost, forgetting about the ritual, and instead, chase the orgasm.
I cry out when Arlo lifts me off of Nico.
This is insane. I feel insane. I'm letting five werewolves I barely know rail into me.
But I don't bury the worry down to analyze later. I let it go. I release it, and when the judgement and shame of what I'm doing, what I'm letting happen, threaten to peek inside what little my brain can process at this moment, I let that same insanity ground me.
Living my life in order never did me any favors.
It's that final thought that sets me free.
Then Knox takes Nico's place, and I'm ready. Even more than before.