Chapter 5
A wild laugh burst from Jessica. Her hair streamed behind her as she bent low over her horse’s neck.
This was utter madness, fleeing into the night with three werewolves running alongside her galloping mount. The woods stretched all around her, dark and full of mystery, and yet she charged heedlessly forward.
Ezra surged forward to take the lead. He ran with speed and agility, slipping around trees, plunging through the bracken, as much a part of the night as the shadows themselves.
The forest was his home, and he sped through it with purpose.
Rhys and Tej did the same, pushing ahead, equally comfortable in the untamed wilderness.
Jessica followed as best she could. She guided her horse through the woods, and even though the animal ran, it still trailed behind the three wolves.
Under his arm, Ezra carried the wooden box taken from the baronet’s carriage. Werewolf he might be, but he still had a highwayman’s heart.
Where were they headed? She didn’t know the forest well, yet this seemed a different route from where they’d gone before. They weren’t returning to the tumbledown cottage, that much she knew.
Ezra dove over a fallen tree and then disappeared, with Tej and Rhys following. Trusting that Ezra wouldn’t guide her into anywhere dangerous or terrain her horse couldn’t manage, Jessica plunged after them.
She pulled on the reins, stopping her horse, as she found the three wolves waiting in a dell.
A massive oak spread its branches over them, sheltering the glade from the moonlight, but just enough illumination remained for Jessica to see Ezra, Rhys, and Tej standing to face her.
Ezra moved to one of the trees and set the box down, nestling it in the thick winding roots.
She could feel the moonlight coursing over and through her, its power, its energy. Never had it been so strong within her as it was now, here in the forest, with these beings.
All three males waited for her, their chests heaving, lupine smiles curving across their muzzles as they stared at her.
Heart pounding, Jessica dismounted. The horse ambled away, yet, despite the presence of the werewolves, it didn’t seem especially frightened, and stayed close. Clearly, the animal was trained to be near the highwaymen when they were in their wolf forms.
When her feet touched the grassy earth, she fought for balance.
Energy and power surged through her, igniting through her limbs, making her breath come in quick gulps.
Through all her assignments, she’d experienced the swell of excitement that followed danger.
She’d faced down armed men when defending a duchess’s diamonds.
She’d crossed blades with ruffians attempting to relieve a visiting Russian princess of her ruby diadem.
Yet nothing, nothing felt like this. As though, for the first time in her life, she was fully alive.
“You saved my life,” she said breathlessly.
“You saved ours,” Ezra growled, “beasts that we are.”
“I wouldn’t call you beasts,” she protested.
“But we are,” Tej rumbled.
“Then,” she murmured, taking a step closer, “you are beautiful beasts. The most beautiful things I have ever beheld.”
Tension sparked in the glade like fireflies dancing between her and the three wolves.
All of the males regarded her with eyes literally aglow with hunger.
Fur covered their powerfully muscled bodies.
Their pointed ears twitched with awareness.
Each of them sniffed at the air—they caught the scent of her body’s response to them.
She’d come close to death, and the whole world had changed irreparably within the span of a few minutes. She ought to be curled into a ball, weeping for what was lost, or, at the least, stunned by what she’d seen and done.
Heat coursed through Jessica, her skin growing tight and sensitive.
Not fear—arousal.
Ezra strode across the glade, seething with potency and unbridled vitality.
He stopped only a few feet away. His silver gaze raked over her, and his tongue stroked over his pointed teeth.
He reached out and gently, very gently, stroked one claw along her jaw and down her throat, where her pulse fluttered.
“Why would you save us?” he rasped in his half man, half wolf voice. “We, who mean nothing to you?”
“Because…” She dared to brush her fingers across the fur covering his chest. “Everyone and everything deserves to be free. And,” she added, narrowing the distance between them even more, so that heat seeped from his body into hers, “you are not nothing to me.”
“Because we fucked.”
“Because…I recognize myself in you.”
He ran his claw across her chest, summoning shivers. “Deep in your heart, you’re as wild as we. The world that men have created is no place for you.”
“I don’t know where I belong.”
“Tonight,” he growled, “you belong right here. With us.”
Carefully, mindful of his claws, his long wolf fingers caressed the swell of her breasts above her gown’s neckline. She moaned, skin alight with sensation.
A gasp left her as his claw raked down the middle of her bodice. There was a rending sound as the fabric tore, parting to reveal her front-lacing stays. They were pragmatic stays, plain and unadorned, the kind of undergarment a woman without funds and with no lover might wear.
Hands shaking, she fumbled with the laces. Her fingers were clumsy, but when he moved to cut the laces apart, she let out a shaky chuckle.
“I have but two pairs of stays,” she confessed. “These must stay intact.”
“Hurry, then,” he commanded.
“Can hardly believe this.” She continued to work at the laces, pulling on them until the front of the stays opened. “Undressing for a werewolf.”
“For three werewolves.” His gaze flicked over to where Rhys and Tej stood, both of them watching avidly.
A gasp left her. No, she wasn’t mistaken. Both werewolves had jutting erections. Their cocks were massive, heavy and long and veined and deeply red, with heads the size of plums.
Wetness seeped from her sex.
“They’re not alone in their interest.”
At Ezra’s growl, her attention shot back to him, and she gave another stunned exhalation. Tej and Rhys were impressive, while Ezra’s cock truly left her speechless as it stretched up to his navel with a thick curve.
And it was meant for her.
Her astounded gaze went to his. “I couldn’t…it’s impossible…”
“A few hours ago, you believed werewolves were impossible.”
“But—”
He silenced her as his huge hands stroked between the open panels of her stays.
Her shift was a wisp of fabric, worn thin by many washings.
It provided no barrier to the feel of him as he caressed her breasts.
Her nipples were achingly hard, and he circled them with his claws.
She arched into his touch, all coherent thought scattering at the sensation of claw on flesh.
He bent down and lapped at her breasts. Even through the fabric, his tongue was rough against her skin, making her moan.
He saturated the muslin until it was completely transparent.
Her nipples were red and pointed as they pressed tightly against the thin shift.
The more he licked, the more her body grew hot and achy and needing.
“Oh, God.” The words flew from her as he grabbed her arse and lifted her.
He raised her high, as easily as though she were a dandelion. Up and up she went until, incredibly, her hips were level with his head. One of his hands tugged her skirts high, uncovering her sex. He held her steadily in place.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he snarled.
“I can’t—I’ll fall—”
“I’ve got you.”
She did as he commanded, her thighs bracketing his head, the fur of his muzzle teasing her skin.
His muzzle pressed against her sex, sniffing, inhaling. “Fuck. The smell of you. The taste of you.”
His tongue dove between the lips of her sex.
The roughness of the texture, far coarser than it had been when he was a man, and the deftness with which he wielded his tongue made her cry out.
He’d learned how she liked it. Now he used that knowledge to pleasure her.
She clutched her hands in his fur, holding on as tightly as she could as he lapped at her.
Was this truly happening? A werewolf licking her cunt?
He painted her clitoris with purposeful strokes.
She pushed into him, pleasure building fast and feverishly.
Having him eat her cunt as a man had been extraordinary, but to have him lick and suck like this, rough and feral, made her mindless with ecstasy.
Just as it had when he’d licked her breasts, her flesh grew hotter here, throbbing and desperate.
It was driving her to madness. She needed to be filled.
She writhed and shook, her chest arched so that her breasts jutted into the cool night air.
“Touch your nipples,” he demanded in a hoarse rasp. “Pinch them.”
She nearly protested again that she would fall if she let go of him, but he showed no signs of dropping her. Indeed, his whole body vibrated with strength. So, she did as he told her, pinching her nipples through the wet fabric of her shift.
At the same time, his tongue dove into her passage, filling her with its nimble muscularity.
She came on a scream.
He continued to lick her, drinking her cunt down in hungry, avaricious mouthfuls. Another climax struck her, almost blinding in its intensity.
Her thighs trembled, her body going liquid.
“I can’t stay up,” she protested faintly.
Slowly, he lowered her, until they were eye to eye. She pressed kisses to his muzzle. This was different from kissing his face when he’d been a man, the feel of fur and whiskers on her lips. She tasted herself on his fur.
He growled in approval. “You’re ready for me.”
Wide-eyed, she glanced down at his cock. He’d been big inside her before, but now…
A chuckle came from low in his chest. “Have faith.”
Arms banded around her, Ezra continued to lower her, until her sex grazed his cock. The head was round and full against her opening, which was slick with his arousal and wet from his saliva. Her breath came fast as he nudged closer, closer, her entrance beginning to stretch to accommodate him.
“Your cunt’s bathing me with your desire, vixen,” he rumbled. “You want this.”
“I do,” she confessed. “It might kill me, but I want this.”
The head of his cock pressed deeper into her. She gasped as she widened to let him in. He was so much, he was everything and everywhere within her. She stretched, unbelievably full.
He was barely within her, yet a climax slammed into her. She cried out as pleasure tore through her body. More wetness poured from her sex.
At the same time, his lowered her down, fully seating her on his cock.
She cried out again. It hurt, and she loved it. Ecstasy lined with pain. There wasn’t a single part of her body that wasn’t crammed with him.
He held her in place for a moment, giving her time to adjust to his size. Arms wrapped around his neck, she panted, knowing nothing but his cock within her.
His hips moved back, his shaft sliding slightly out of her. Then he pushed up into her again. She held on tightly as he continued to pump her. His movements were careful at first, slow. But then he picked up speed, and she clung to him as he fucked her.
Her legs dangled in the air as he held her, one clawed hand on her waist, the other cupping her arse, positioning her for his pleasure. Her eyes rolled back as she was ruthlessly fucked. Deep sounds came from him, growls and snarls, as his cock worked in and out of her.
She moaned as he pulled her off of him. Limp and pliable, she let him position her on all fours, her hands splayed in the grass as he lifted her hips. She gave a little scream as he thrust into her from behind.
His strokes came thick and hard. She dug her fingers into the soil, gripping to hold herself upright. He bent over her, his breath hot against her neck.
“There’s my jewel, my vixen,” he rumbled. “Taking me so well.”
It was too much. She adored it.
More growls sounded, and Jessica looked over to where Rhys and Tej stood. Each of them watched her and Ezra with desire, their clawed hands around their own cocks. They pumped themselves furiously, ferociously, movements a blur.
Jessica’s hand went between her legs. All it took was a few strokes of her fingers over her clitoris, and she came once more. She screamed herself hoarse.
Ezra shouted, going still. His seed poured into her. The flood of his come went on and on. It spilled from her sex, dripping down her thighs.
And then…something swelled within her. At her entrance, Ezra’s cock thickened even more. A knot. Locking them together.
The pressure and fullness were immense. She hadn’t thought she could handle more of him, and yet as he held them together with the swollen knot at the base of his cock, she stretched to accept him. Sensitive as she was at her opening, she came again with another blinding rush.
She kept her eyes open to see Tej and Rhys’s hands move faster on their cocks. Tej came with a roar, ropes of thick come shooting from him in endless streams. Moments later, Rhys did the same. Both of them dampened the grass with pools of their seed.
Jessica and Ezra remained locked together for many long moments. She had no notion of time, only that she was inundated by him, fused with him.
Eventually, he was able to pull from her. Streams of come poured from her sex. Heat stained her cheeks. She loved the feel of his seed dripping out of her.
He tugged her down with him, cradling her in his heavy, furred arms as they lay in the dew-misted grass. His breath continued to fan warmly over her nape.
Tej and Rhys recovered enough to lope toward them. Tej lay down in front of her, and Rhys curled close. Their giant furred bodies surrounded her, warming her, sheltering her.
Body replete, pleasured beyond imagining, protected, she let her eyes drift shut. Exhaustion overwhelmed her, and the truth that the world had been utterly remade. Then, she slept.