Chapter 13 - Chris
She’s in heat, and her eyes are flashing with hunger—an insatiable need that triggers my wolf growling inside of me. I can see it in Wayne and Sinth, too. The effect of the full heat of a mate has sent us all to the brink of rutting. We’re all holding back.
It has been a while since I placated my urges, and her scent immediately sinks into my brain. I am on the precipice of a rut, and it is taking too much of my self-control to keep myself sane, so I have none left to even think of resisting for petty reasons.
“I want all of you,” she breathes, stroking the print of Sinth’s cock over his pants. “Right here. Right now.”
That’s the switch that turns all of our brains off.
Wayne wastes no time. He adjusts closer, kissing the nape of her neck. She’s between the two men, swooning in ecstasy as they touch her.
“Take off my clothes,” she says, her voice weak but stern.
“Yes, cutie.” Wayne’s hands move slowly as he yanks off her cloak, revealing the thin-strapped dress under.
My eyes fall on the perfect curve of her full breasts and the twin peaks poking from behind the fabric. The sight makes me hard in my pants, coupled with the sounds of her moans.
“Gorgeous,” Sinth whispers, taking the word right out of my mouth. He tugs down one strap, and Wayne does the same with the other.
Her breasts are exposed—perky and generous.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” Wayne says, already fondling both.
She tips her head and arches her back in response to their touch. Sinth kisses her shoulder, then her neck while caressing her skin.
I sit across in the carriage, observing.
Wayne rubs her inner thighs, and she slowly spreads out her legs, revealing her lacy underpants. White and soaked.
Fuck.
“Oh, yes,” she cries out when he dips his finger. “Wayne, that’s so good.”
“You like that?” Sinth whispers in her ear, his own fingers caressing her red hair.
“Yeah.” She nods and bites her lower lip, her eyes latched on mine. “Do you prefer to watch?” she asks me. “I’d rather you join.”
I let a slow, mischievous grin show on the corners of my mouth.
The other two men work on her body; Sinth is sucking and squeezing her full breasts while Wayne is focused on finger-fucking her.
She moans, refusing to look away from me. “Deeper.” Her voice is sweet and arousing. “Go deeper.”
I almost can’t recognize her anymore. She’s like an entirely different person. Wild. Free. Fuckin’ horny.
The sound of her moans and sight of her perfectly molded body unravels me in ways I’m not ready for. I’m still mad at her for attempting to run away, but with what’s happening right now, that can wait.
I dip my hand in my pants and pull out my dick, watching her smile widen.
“That’s it,” she moans, her legs trembling at Wayne’s fingers deep inside her. “Stroke it for me.”
The carriage is filled with the scent of her heat and arousal.
Sinth seals her lips with a kiss as he pinches her hard nipples. Wayne leans in, his face in her neck, as if breathing in the scent of her. Her mouth leaves Sinth’s, and she faces Wayne, her lips locking with his.
I close the small distance between us and settle on my knees before her. She’s so engrossed in kissing the two men that she doesn’t see me until I part her legs gently.
Wayne withdraws his hand from her pussy, allowing me access to her slick entrance. She breaks the kiss and glances down at me, her eyes wide with anticipation.
I don’t say a word at first. Instead, I get to work, kissing her inner thighs and teasing the area around her cunt.
Her body trembles, and the two men whisper something in her ears. I take her panties off and bury my face between her thick thighs. I glance up, savoring the expression etched on her gaze.
“Just eat me already.” She reaches down and fists my hair.
I breathe in the scent of her slick pussy before swiping my tongue between her folds.
“Ohhh, fucckkk.”
I feel her muscles vibrating beneath my grip on her thighs.
She smells good but tastes even better, and now, I can’t stop.
“You have such an amazing body,” Sinth says softly.
“I could worship it all day long,” Wayne adds.
I’m not sure what the men are doing to her, but she’s moaning loudly. She grinds her hips against my mouth, her fingers fisting my hair.
All three of us touch her, caress her, and worship her body while taking her heat off.
“I want more.”
I’m not sure if it’s a command or a plea.
When I take my mouth off her, she rises to her feet. We surround her, hands all over her body as she strokes our cocks, two at a time. She kisses me hard, shoving her tongue deep in my mouth. I kiss her back, my fingers finding her pussy again.
She tears her lips from mine and faces Wayne, kissing him too and then Sinth. We undress her until she’s totally naked.
“Damn!” Wayne says.
“My goodness,” Sinth gasps.
“Gorgeous.” My eyes sweep over her curves and contours.
She smiles at us, cheeks flushed. She bends over, her ass against my groin. I tease her slick entrance with my tip for a second before sliding into her.
“Fuck!” The pleasure instantly numbs my mind. I can barely breathe. Her walls are soaked with slick, and all that melty goodness immediately swallows my cock. Her jiggly ass bounces against my hips as I begin to rock back and forth.
Sinth stands across from her, his dick in her face. She takes it in her mouth and begins bobbing her head while I fuck her from behind. My groin slaps against her ass while her heavy breasts clap, dangling from her chest.
The whole carriage is shaking, joints creaking against our movements.
“Such a good girl,” Wayne says, piling up her spilled red hair.
I massage her butt cheeks, then slowly begin sticking my thumb in her ass. She moans on Sinth’s cock, stroking from base to crown.
Her pussy is so tight around me; her ass is even tighter.
“Oh, Chris, please,” she cries out.
“Please what?” I ask, slowing down my pace. “Stop? Or don’t stop?”
She glances back at me. “Don’t stop.”
Wayne chuckles, reaching down to squeeze her bouncing tits. “You naughty little devil.”
“I’m naughty for you alone, my lords,” she moans, shifting her gaze between all three of us.
“Oh, I like the sound of that.” Wayne spanks her ass.
She winces.
Wayne and Sinth switch places, and now she’s sucking on Wayne’s dick—choking on it. I pull out, and Singh takes my place behind her.
“Oh, Charlize,” he groans once inside her. “You’re so tight. So warm.”
Her face is flushed, and she bites her bottom lip, glancing back at him. “Do you like it?”
“I love it.”
She shifts gaze to me, and neither of us look away. I hold her gaze, savoring the pleasured expression on her face.
Beautiful.
She takes my cock and begins to stroke it while I tuck her hair behind her ears.
Soon, Wayne and Sinth switch places. When it’s his turn, Wayne slams into her a little bit faster than Sinth.
“Tell me if I’m going too fast, and I’ll slow down,” he says to her.
“Harder,” she says. “I’m not fragile; I can take it.”
He quickens his pace, locking his elbow between her arms. Her face is twisted in sheer pleasure, and her cries are like music to my ears.
She straightens while he fucks her from behind and Sinth fills the space in front of her. She kisses him deeply, moaning in his mouth as he fingers her swollen clit.
I want to be in his place, so I push his shoulder lightly.
He steps aside, and I take over her front side, filling my mouth with her breasts. They’re heavy, full, and soft.
“I like how you suck my nipples,” she whispers, her eyes boring into mine.
I like how she says it.
I claim her lips, kissing her so deeply it steals our breaths away.
Sinth’s dick bobs on its own as he stands to the side watching us. Charlize takes both our cocks in her hands. She works us so well our legs start to tremble.
Wayne’s primal growl lets us know he’s cumming, grip tightening on her hips. His thrusts turn deeper, more desperate, chasing something he can’t outrun anymore.
Charlize comes apart around him with a cry that I catch with my mouth, swallowing the sound like I want to keep it for myself.
Sinth’s deep growls follow moments later with her name on his lips, low and wrecked and reverent. “Charlize, oh, Charlize.”
My hips buck, muscles stiffening as I explode right after Sinth’s release. Wayne pulls out of her, all of us breathing heavily.
We’ve crossed a line.
There’s no marking bite yet. No claim staked deep enough to bind us the way fate apparently intended. But there’s this—the three of us close around her, hands still tracing idle patterns over her skin. None of us is in any hurry to let go.
Slowly, she pulls away from us without a word, picks up her dress and slips back into it. Charlize turns cold as ice for no absolute reason. She curls herself up on the carriage cushion and doesn’t look in our direction.
“Take me home,” she says quietly.
The two men and I exchange confused glances, none of us understanding the sudden mood swing.
***
The carriage still smells like her.
Slick and heat and that impossible thread of scent underneath it all, thick enough that even now, minutes after, my hands haven’t stopped wanting to reach for her again.
I don’t understand what just happened to me.
I’ve had women before. Plenty of them over the years, none of it ever meaning much beyond the moment itself.
This was different in a way I don’t have words for yet.
I felt, and I still feel, deeply connected to her.
The connection is strong, and it keeps pulling me in like steel to a magnet.
Stronger. It seems as though touching her without marking her and claiming her only proved my body wanted the claiming more.
I sit with that thought longer than I want to.
It doesn’t help that she isn’t speaking with any of us.
She sits alone. Not far. Just enough—shifting to the far side of the carriage seat, wrapping her arms around herself. Her face is turned toward the window, and she won’t even look at me. Won’t look at Sinth or Wayne either.
I notice, with something sharp twisting in my chest, that she turns away from me first.
“Charlize,” I call softly.
She doesn’t answer.