Chapter 14 #2
“My love,” he vowed, “I’ll give you a dozen shifts of linen so fine, you could read through it.”
“Just one sturdy shift will suffice.”
He shook his head. “You deserve, and shall receive, so much better.”
“But—”
Her protest died when he bent down and fastened his lips over her taut nipple. He drew it into his mouth and sucked, flicking his tongue over the stiffened tip. She cried out, clutching his head closer.
As he sucked, a second mouth covered her other breast. Through hazy eyes, she saw Tej licking her, too, both men kneading and stroking her breasts at the same time.
Heat and wetness flooded between her legs.
She could hardly believe this was happening, and yet the torrents of sensation cascading through her proved that this was indeed real.
Rhys pressed in close behind her, kissing her neck, whispering in her ear in his musical Welsh accent that she was lovely, so lovely, and they wanted nothing more than to give her all the pleasure she could stand. At this rate, she was going to have to stand quite a considerable amount.
Tej’s hand glided up her leg, and Ezra’s hand did the same. They skimmed over calf and knee and thigh, going higher until both of their fingers stroked over the lips of her sex.
Her back arched as someone’s fingers grazed her clitoris, while someone else’s broad fingers found her entrance and circled it purposefully.
The pressure on her clitoris grew more intense, rubbing it, even lightly pinching.
At the same time, the fingers at her slick entrance sank inside, filling her with thick thrusts.
All the while, Tej and Ezra continued to lick and suck her nipples, and Rhys nibbled on her ear and grazed his teeth over her neck.
She came at once. The climax happened quicker than expected, and yet it tore through her with a sudden, blinding intensity. Arching up, she cried out. The sound echoed in the cavernous ballroom.
Her body went boneless. She had hazy impressions of Rhys, Tej, and Ezra stripping, throwing their clothing aside heedlessly, and someone whisked away the tray of food and bottles of wine.
When her vision cleared, she lay on her back, the nap of the carpet luxurious against her bare skin.
A naked Ezra knelt between her legs, while Rhys and Tej also knelt, one on each side of her.
Their bare bodies were wondrous, their powerful shoulders and limbs.
She eyed the shapes of their thighs—Tej heavily muscled, Rhys leaner, and Ezra athletic and taut—and her ravenous gaze roamed along the ridges of their stomachs.
Each of them brandished heavy curved erections, veined and thick, the heads broad and shining.
Already, droplets of fluid leaked from the tips of their cocks, dripping down the shafts.
She licked her lips as Tej took himself in hand and gave his cock three strong pumps to spread more moisture along his length. He glanced toward her mouth, and her lips parted automatically.
“Will you suck me, jewel?” Tej asked gruffly. “I want to feel your tongue on me.”
Struck wordless with arousal, all she could manage was a nod.
Tej maneuvered himself so that he now knelt by her head. He cradled the back of her neck with his hand, supporting her as he guided his cock toward her mouth.
She opened fully for him as he slid the round head between her lips.
At first, it was only this. He didn’t press forward or give her more.
She ran her tongue around the crest, and tasted the salt of him, before sucking on him.
He groaned before sliding deeper into her mouth, feeding her his shaft.
It was thick, so thick, she had to stretch her mouth open as wide as she could to fit him.
Yet the snugness seemed to please him, because he let out a series of deep, hoarse rumbles as he slowly thrust in and out of her.
His dark eyes glittered as he watched her sucking him.
“That’s it, jewel,” he growled. “Take me. Just like that. Can I go deeper? Harder? There’s my love,” he said, when she gave a quick nod.
Her eyelids fluttered, but then her eyes went wide when she felt Ezra’s mouth fuse to her sex. He sucked on her clitoris, flicking it with his tongue, as two, then three of his fingers sank deep inside her.
She didn’t know what to do, how to think, not when Tej began to fuck her mouth in earnest, and Ezra fucked her with lips and fingers. And then Rhys was caressing her breasts, licking and stroking them, and rubbing her nipples with his hard cock made slick with his arousal.
Pleasure built in crackling waves. It crashed so hard, Ezra and Rhys had to hold her down as her body bowed upward. She screamed, the sound muffled by Tej’s cock still deep in her mouth.
When she attempted to speak, the three men stopped their ministrations. Tej slid from her, and though she missed having him between her lips, she needed to be heard.
“I want more,” she gasped.
“Tell us what it is you want, Lady Vixen,” Ezra said, his face shining with her juices.
“I want you…as wolves. Not just Ezra. All of you.”
Tej, Rhys, and Ezra went still. Rhys looked puzzled, Tej baffled, while Ezra’s expression was carefully unreadable.
“You mean…” he began.
“Transform. I want you.” She made sure her words were firm and unwavering so there was no misunderstanding. “Not in the heat of the moment, not blinded by lust. My eyes are open, just as my heart is open. I choose each one of you, as men and as wolves.”
Despite the resolution in her voice, she wasn’t certain if they’d heard her truly, because they looked at her with curious, removed expressions.
Had she said too much? Did they object to her request? Could she even take the words back?
But then Tej leaned down, gripping the back of her neck in a firm hold, and kissed her deeply.
His tongue plunged into her mouth in claiming strokes.
She arched up into him, relief and excitement pouring through her.
Then there was another hand on her chin, turning her head in the other direction, and Rhys brought his lips to hers.
A look of desire and joy illuminated his beautiful face.
Rhys moved back a little, giving room to Ezra. His eyes were silver bright as he stared down at her.
“You truly mean that.” His voice was a rasp. “You accept us as we are. In every form we possess.”
“Never doubt that.”
His mouth crushed to hers in a kiss so ardent as to be almost bruising. Yet she welcomed the slight sting and pushed back into his lips to show that she had no doubts about who or what she wanted. Power was fierce in her, a tempest contained in the confines of her body.
“Please,” she urged, when he tore his mouth from hers. “Now.”
The men eased back from her, and each took up a stance nearby.
That energy she’d felt before, back in the forest and beneath the moon, was in her once more.
It filled her body with its potency, fed by her own desire and their need.
Knowing the way of it now, she guided that power into them, inundated with its strength and force.
They curled in on themselves, coiling, summoning their power.
Muscles rippled and bunched and enlarged, shoulders spanning wide, thick fur sprouting over their bodies, and their growls filled the ballroom.
Their faces transformed, muzzles pushing out, hands and feet lengthening.
Their cocks, already large and heavy, grew even bigger, dark with blood and curving high.
Splayed on the rug, she raised up on her elbows, watching. Her already slick sex grew even wetter as she witnessed their transformation, strong men becoming even more powerful creatures. She’d seen them beautiful in their violence, and now they were stunning in their need to mate.
With her.
Fully transformed into their wolfish forms, they stood in a circle around her, bodies swelling and straining with heavy breaths. Their eyes glowed. The palpable force of their desire hung thickly in the space between them. Barely restrained, they rumbled, and their cocks twitched.
Yet they held themselves back. Perhaps they feared alarming her, or, now that she had all three of them in their other bodies, that she would change her mind and reject them.
She rose, as gracefully she could on legs that shook from the force of her arousal, and walked to Ezra.
Low, urgent breaths heaved from him as he looked down at her.
He was so much bigger than her now, towering over her, rough and primal and yet still very much Ezra, judging by the wicked gleam in his eyes, the irrepressible, roguish spirit.
She reached up, cupping her hands around his muzzle, and brought his head down.
She kissed him, tasting wildness and wine.
His clawed hands curved around her waist as he urged her against him.
His fur was soft against her skin, and beneath it, unyielding muscle.
The thick shape of his erection pressed against her abdomen and, incredibly, brushed the skin just beneath her breasts.
Had she taken his massive cock into her body? She had, but she wasn’t sure how it had been possible.
As if sensing her trepidation, Ezra pulled back and gave her a ravenous smile. “Let us see to that.”
He gathered her up in his arms and gently laid her on the carpet. Once she was stretched upon the rug, he moved back to give Tej room to shoulder his way between her spread legs.
Tej lowered himself down and, mindful of his claws, he held her legs open wide. The fur of his muzzle tickled the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. He nuzzled and nosed at her damp sex, inhaling deeply.
“I’ll never tire of your scent,” Tej growled.
“That’s fortunate,” she said, breathless. “Because whenever you’re near me, I get wet.”