The Deadwolves' Prisoner

by Hollie Hutchins

  Before she could decide what to do, Maurice solved it for her by standing. The towel hung onto his erect rod for a second before it fell and she saw all of him. Generally, the most attractive thing to her during sex was a guy’s body and what he did with it. Not just the obvious business. Not just his cock, but the way he moved and how much attention he paid to her and making sure she was enjoying it just as much. With Maurice, it was different. Physically, his body was phenomenal. But even with him naked, his eyes captivated her. The depth and the passion in them drew her in, stealing her breath and making it all the easier to pleasure him first.

  Mila didn’t like starting because most of the time it ended up being the whole time. The man finished and boom, the journey was over and she got to figure out a way to finish herself. Last time, he’d done so much to please her and she still hadn’t quite forgiven herself for hitting him.

  The Khan was still in the room, but for an eternity, it was just her and Maurice. She reached for his rod and massaged his balls, drawing him closer to her until he was within sucking distance. Abruptly, she realized she wanted him to orgasm. She wanted to bring him all the way. She wanted to make him cum. This wasn’t a formality or a way to turn him on.

  “Careful down there,” he told her playfully.

  Ah dammit. He had to bring it up. “I’m still sorry about that.” She brought him closer to her face. He was bigger than she’d remembered. There was a time for romance. There was also a time for getting hot and dirty, and for Mila, it was one of those times. He acted like she was going to lick him and smiled at the way his abs tensed up when she got close. She had him exactly where she wanted him, practically begging for her touch. It was a powerful feeling that rushed through her body and drove her on.

  She lifted his rod up against his torso and gave his nuts a gentle kiss. The way to a man’s heart was through food? No, the way to a man’s heart was through ball worship. She kept direct eye contact with Maurice while she licked and stroked him until he was completely hard. It required trust from him, and she could tell in his eyes that he was still partly concerned. Seeing how he reacted to her touch got Mila hot and bothered in moments, especially when the towel fell off her breasts. His muscles clenched, he trembled between each kiss, and he silently begged her for more as she stroked harder and harder.

  Mila let go of him before he got too excited. Bringing a man close to climax, then stopping before he did, seemed cruel to her at first until she realized how much better it made the final orgasm. The trick was trying to time it properly and based on the wild gasps and quivering of Maurice, she’d done it perfectly.

  Mila stood up and locked the door. There was a time for fantasy and a time for realism. Maurice? Fantastic lover, and someone she was very interested in. The Khan? Powerful, handsome, and probably also a great lover. She’d gotten the cream of the crop. If someone else walked in, it would certainly ruin the whole thing.

  She turned around to see both men staring at her. Mila had just the slightest moment where she covered herself instinctively before she remembered that this was what she wanted. This wasn’t two random people that she should be hesitant around. Was she nervous? Hell yeah, she was, but that didn’t stop her from putting on a show. It didn’t take a genius to see they wanted, no, needed, her.

  She did not intend to disappoint.

  Chapter 17

  Mila knew two things in life: pineapple did not belong on pizza, and the two men in front of her would be pretty willing to do anything to make love to her.

  A naughty part of her, the part that made her okay with being a dominant for one of her boyfriends, kicked in. She had all the power here, and both of the sculpted men were at her call. Both were hard for her, looking at her like they had never seen her before. Both were powerful leaders, and yet here they were under her control, eager to do anything she pleased.

  Mila felt sexy as hell.

  She smiled and knelt in front of them. Maurice had already gotten the royal treatment, but Reuben had gotten no attention from her whatsoever. Time to change that. The funny thing was that they were facing so that both of them were pointed in her direction, but neither one of them wanted to touch rods.

  Well, too bad.

  Mila licked Reuben’s tip. Maurice seemed more sensitive, but Reuben looked ready to wildly make love. An evil smirk came over Mila’s face. What prompted her to say what she said next, she might never know. She let out a breathy purr. “Stroke each other,” she urged. “And I’ll reward you.”

  The vast majority of straight men would normally say, hell no, to such an offer, but the naked Mila kneeling in front of them was too hard to refuse. She guided their hands onto each other’s cocks and relished the way they didn’t look at each other. They began to stroke the other stiffly. Mila had seconds before they decided it wasn’t worth it. She took full advantage of the moment by going after each man’s sack, licking and gently biting them.

  Mila craved domination. She loved to dominate, to make a man do what she wanted and to please her. Of course, she was fair and returned the favour, but deep down, she was a dominant. It was equally thrilling to her, as a dominant, to be made into a submissive. Boring sex didn’t do it for her as much as some people. What she saw then turned her on: two straight men fighting their instincts for her.

  She loved every moment of it.

  Finally, she decided they had enough and she stood up, fully intending to make another call on what they would be doing next. The men had other ideas. Maurice pulled her into a fierce, passionate embrace, peppering her with kisses and barely holding himself back. The Khan moved around behind her and knelt before licking her slit.

  Mila let out a little yelp of surprise. A second ago she’d been in total control. Now, less so. Maurice sat, pulling her with him until he was on his back and she was on all fours, straddling his chest. She recognized the look on his face—the expression of a man who could no longer bear to be apart, who needed her more than he needed to breathe.

  Perhaps this was what distracted her from both men sliding into her. One moment, she was unpenetrated. The next, both men were in her. A moan escaped her throat and she gripped Maurice’s back fiercely at the sudden intrusions.

  “Be gentle!” she whimpered to the Khan, giving a playful fight to satisfy her cravings. They were forcing her, holding her down and making her do things. Of course, at any moment she could call it off, but she preferred to keep the fantasy alive and she put her arms behind her for the Khan to hold back.

  Each thrust of the two men sent waves of ecstasy through her body. She’d lubricated the two with her blowjobs. The Khan spooned up against her body, pinning her while he humped her. Maurice cradled her head, bringing her closer to give sweet, tender kisses.

  One of Mila’s hands got free, and she immediately went straight to their general crotch regions. She reached around before finding the balls of both men and pressed them together. If she was going to be made into a submissive, she was going to bring them with her. The idea brought her even more pleasure. She was taking what made them men, so much of their identity and was saying to them: I own these. You belong to me.

  She was careful not to hurt either man. With the thrusting, if she wasn’t paying enough attention she’d yank them too hard and the fun would be over. She kept a loose grasp on them. It ignited a new fire in Maurice, a wild look in his eyes that drove him on even as he got tired. There was no sensual lovemaking here. It was pure animal need, unbridled desire.

  Mila kept going for as long as she could. She tried to hold off the orgasm, but finally it overwhelmed her. Her willpower crumbled and she came before either of the guys. Hurriedly, she pulled free even as waves of joy washed through her and electricity shot from her groin. She didn’t like anyone to cum in her, least of all two men at the same time.

  The two werewolves panted expectantly. They looked exhausted, and Mila didn’t blame them. She hadn’t done anything other than stay still and she felt like she’d gone through a rigoro
us workout. Sweat dripped off their bodies. Their glistening muscles bulged with exertion, and the smell of sex lingered in the air.

  Mila massaged her slit as the orgasm faded. It was overpowering to the point where she almost doubled over. She kept standing. She had climaxed, but that didn’t mean that anything was done. The two men hadn’t come yet, and based on their expressions, they’d be willing to do almost anything to finish.

  Mila intended to see exactly how far they’d go.

  The men were sitting the same way they had been—Maurice laying on his back and Reuben kneeling near his feet. Mila pranced around a second, drawing all of their attention back towards her. They were starved of her already. She felt like she was on top of the world. They would do whatever she wanted, and she knew it.

  Mila normally was one for romance and seduction. Today was different. Today, she needed hot and dirty action, something quick and naughty and startling. She made her way over to them, still trembling from her orgasm. For her, one of the most important parts of lovemaking was making sure you weren’t the only one satisfied. It was the adult version of a Gold Star on the fridge from a good homework grade, and dammit, she fully intended to get an A+.

  The trick was how to get both men. She knew how to get one to climax, but two? Less so. It wasn’t like you had to do anything special or impressive. Basically, she needed to be present and give a mild effort. Was it her favourite part? No, but it was like taxes; she had an obligation here to do her fair share.

  She knelt in front of the two guys, giving each a smile. She still couldn’t rationalize where she was, about to give two powerful werewolves a handy. Maybe it wasn’t exactly where she had predicted it would be, but nevertheless she was happy about it. She could be all sensual and sexy and everything, but she didn’t have all day and besides, she’d already came so most of the focus was on Reuben and Maurice for the time being.

  Giving hand jobs was the weirdest thing for Mila. She knew men got off from one, but still, it was so strange, and the whole time she felt like she was doing it wrong. Her arms got wildly sore after too long, so she was hoping they were already close.

  Indeed they were. She focused mostly on Maurice’s face, enjoying the way he gasped and groaned and shuddered at her touch. The physical part did very little for her, but the emotional part did wonders. She felt needed, and appreciated, and loved. She saw exactly how much he was enjoying it, and the Khan too, but she cared less about the Khan so it wasn’t as big of a deal.

  At roughly the time that they were about to cum, Mila’s arms were about to fall off. She wasn’t used to this. She tried to keep up the sexy face for the guys, biting her lip and looking sensuous. It worked.

  The other, integral question that became more and more of a concern for her: what happened next? Would Maurice transform and lose it? If there was a bad time, it was there, with her naked and kneeling in front of him inside a small confined area. No. She had more faith in him that that. She never once imagined she’d reach the point of wondering if she was about to get attacked during lovemaking.

  After what was the most thought-provoking hand job of all time, they came. The Khan came first, then Maurice. She’d tried to keep them roughly about the same and had guesstimated the hell out of it successfully. This time, Mila made sure she was out of the target area so she wouldn’t get any on herself.

  “God damn!” exclaimed the Khan in his classic salesman way as he finished and sat down with a laugh. “Hell of a greeting!”

  Mila laughed and kept her eyes on Maurice. His face rotated between a series of emotions. She stood up hesitantly, ready to bolt if it went badly. She felt the presence of the darkness come in like a shadow, darkening the room and bringing a chill with it. His body tensed up, every muscle tightened to show his impressive musculature. A vein throbbed in his throat, and he closed his eyes.

  After five seconds of intense battle, the darkness left. Maybe it had lost. Maybe it had retreated. Mila didn’t know, and truthfully, she didn’t care. What mattered was that Maurice had done it! He hadn’t turned into a raging lunatic after all! For most people, that wasn’t an impressive feat. For him, Mila had been more than slightly concerned.

  Acting instinctively, she jumped up and gave him a hug. Their bodies were naked, but it was more than that; their souls were bared to each other. He let down his guards and kissed her, letting her see the relief in his eyes that it would not be today. In a way, Mila felt closer to him than she had been before, and it was everything she’d hoped.

  “Are you okay?” she asked him and realized she meant it. It wasn’t a formality. She wasn’t asking for a good review or going through a list of questions. She genuinely cared. An intense scanning of his expression gave her nothing. He’d held it back, but were they any better off? Not really.

  He gave her a playful wink, which did put her at ease. Still.

  Even while they cleaned up and got to talking, Mila couldn’t stop thinking about it. The sex had made her happy and she couldn’t deny that she was delighted with the turn of events. What next? He could only hold it back for so long before nature kicked in and he’d transform. What then?

  What then?

  Chapter 18

  Mila spent most of the next half hour wondering what the hell she had gotten herself into.

  After they’d cleaned up and gotten dressed, they’d moved on to a new room so it wouldn’t be uncomfortable. She spent most of that time smiling lifelessly.

  The date to be interviewed was right around the corner. Of course Mila knew that. She’d been warned with plenty of time. Reuben’s appearance had merely cemented the concept. Sooner or later, and it was looking like it had to be sooner, she was going to have to deal with the fact that she was going to be leaving. The fairy tale would be done in no time. No more threesomes or even twosomes. No more conversations with Maurice, no more late-night strolls along the balcony to talk about the stars. She’d return to normalcy and always wonder what had happened to the werewolves.

  She almost asked Maurice a dozen times what was going to happen with them. She cared for him, and although he wasn’t much for saying his feelings, she could tell through the little things he did, from how much he obviously enjoyed making her laugh to trying to comfort her over anything, that he cared for her, too. She didn’t say anything despite herself. What was she going to ask? Are you gonna be done with me? That was leveraging him into an impossible situation, and it would be worse than saying nothing and living in the moment. Who knows? Maybe it would continue. Hopefully.

  She was so caught up in her thought process that she didn’t notice that her phone had gone off several times. She’d switched the ringer off before she’d met the Khan because nothing said respect like getting a half dozen Twitter notifications. When Reuben finished thanking her for deciding to help, and she and Maurice re-entered the elevator, Mila discovered no less than three calls from Bianca, each with voicemails.

  She frowned. Unusual. Last she’d talked to Bianca, they’d been on good terms, and Bianca wasn’t much of a calling person. Texting? Snapchat? Any day. But calling? Rarely, if ever. She actively panicked if she had to get on the phone with someone. Mila had watched her almost bail on a date with a guy because she was too shy to call him up and ask where he was. It turned out he was on the other side of the restaurant and that she’d come close to blowing it for no reason. Mila suspected it would take the apocalypse to shake that irrational fear, and yet here she was with three voicemails.

  Maurice stood beside her, failing to hide the fact he was interested in what she was doing. “You okay?”

  Mila nodded. “Yeah, a friend of mine called me. Just lemme check really quick.” She had hoped she’d seen it wrong, but closer inspection showed that she was right. She fired up the first voicemail and put the phone to her ear.

  Bianca’s voice came through. Immediately, Mila faltered. Her friend’s voice was high-pitched and frantic. It started off bad and it quickly got worse. The longer Mila heard, the mo
re her spirits fell.

  “Mila, we need to talk! Someone told me you got mixed up in some bad shit and I’m worried about you! Can you meet up with me? I need to know you’re safe! I-I know you told me you are, but I’ve got this terrible feeling you’re not okay and—” That’s the way it went for the next three minutes where she worked herself into needing to lie down and breath into a paper bag.

  Mila checked out the other messages and found them to be basically the same. Ugh. Bianca would be trouble. She’d apparently found out something to believe Mila might be in danger, and she stood a solid chance of calling the cops and filing a missing person’s report, which nobody needed. Even beyond that, she was still Mila’s close friend, and it hurt Mila to hear the desperation and fear.

  Bianca had gotten paranoid, which Mila probably should’ve seen coming for a while. She’d mysteriously vanished and they hadn’t hung out even once despite Bianca asking every other day. Bianca, left alone for a week or two, would come up with all sorts of ridiculous theories of what actually happened to Mila. She’d been picking on the corner topics for a while. Was Mila having family trouble? She saw that one coming. Was she pregnant and trying to chase down the father? Though Bianca had good intentions and had asked that as sweet as anyone possibly could, it peeved Mila to think it was evidently an option on the table. Then again, the reality wasn’t nearly as reasonable as any of the possibilities Bianca threw her way.

  Leaving the compound was a no-no. Mila had already asked to leave and roam the town to get some fresh air, and Maurice had always told her it wasn’t safe. He was right, as usual. Normally, she wouldn’t ask again. She eyed the attractive man from the corner of her eye. He was deep in thought, gazing blankly at the elevator doors and thinking about God-knows-what. “Can I ask a favour of you?” She hated herself for saying it that way. She knew he’d want to say yes.