by JL Madore
Crazy how life turns out.
I tag along as Creed points out the kitchen, the informal sitting room, the nanny suite, and nursery—
“I had nothing to do with these rooms and have no plans on using for years to come,” Creed says, holding up his hand. “You are young and deserve to explore your wild side before needing to worry about procreating.”
“Agreed,” Keyla says looking around to all of us to make sure we’re on the same page.
We all nod feverishly. It seems we all agree on that. No kids anytime soon. Thank the gods.
Creed’s about to strike off into another round of door opening when I grab his arm. “As exciting as this all isn’t—any chance we’re going to start touring bedrooms? I’ve got to vet fifteen new security personnel, and someone mentioned a happy ending to this tour.”
Creed looks to Keyla and Doc. “Where are you two on the tour?”
Keyla, bless her, takes one for the team. “I’m super excited to explore every inch of the suite, and I love that you’re so excited about sharing it with us, but yes, I’d love to cut to the naked part. I too have a surprise that I’m eager to share with you… and it happens to be hidden under my skirt.”
Creed barks a laugh and gestures down the hall. “Follow me.”
When he strikes off toward the master suite, Keyla glances back at Doc and me and waggles her brow.
We grin like the lovesick fools we are and pick up the pace.
“Welcome to our suite,” Creed says, pushing the doors open wide. “It took the staff almost four days to wipe every trace of Laryssa from this apartment and most importantly, from this suite. Everything here has been repainted, replaced, and restored to my specifications.”
“It’s wonderful,” Keyla says, rushing over to the bed. “I’m guessing the bed is part of the replaced items. Your parents didn’t sleep on a football field, did they?”
Creed laughs. “No. They had a normal, king-sized bed, but we are four to a bed. It’s been a little snug in my bed the past few nights.”
Dillan grins. “I don’t know. I kinda like snug.”
“Make no mistake. I do too. However, this gives us the option to not have to be snug if we want to spread out.”
“It’s perfect,” Keyla says, unbuttoning the buttons of her blouse. “Well done. I can’t wait—”
Creed shakes his head. “Oh, you need to wait, Little Wolf. Only a little longer.”
“Seriously? You’re killing me, Creed.”
He barks a laugh. “Come. I swear you’ll love this.”
Keyla lets off a growl and her sexual frustration is too funny. Like Jaxx says, It’s easier lettin’ the cat outta the bag than it is stuffin’ the thing back in.
Keyla’s had a taste of what we can be and our little wolf is hungry.
Creed takes a key out of his pocket and unlocks a door on the rounded wall on the far side of the room. “My father always kept the north turret of the tower as his observatory but I moved his stargazing equipment into the sunroom and opted to remodel. Tell me if I got it right, Little Wolf. Is it everything you fantasized about?”
Keyla joins him in the doorway and looks inside. The squeal that bubbles out of her is the purest delight I’ve ever heard.
Curiousity peaked, I hustle to see what Creed did.
Keyla
It’s a playroom. My very own kinky minx playroom to share with my mates. I take in the oddly shaped furniture and the feathers and straps and massage oils. I squee when I see the black leather sex shorts with silver buckles across the front. “Oh, like the ones in the catalog I wanted.”
Creed chuckles. “I got a pair for each of us and picked up a few things for you too. You never mentioned what you’d like to be wearing in your kinky minx fantasies, so I took liberties and made a few selections.”
Doc unhooks a hanger from the rack and lifts a red leather strappy outfit with strategically placed openings. His bear lets off a long rumble of appreciation. “Fuck yeah, you did. Nicely done, mate.”
Rhylan’s taking a walking tour, his eyes alight. Man, it’s so different seeing his eyes and being able to read his emotions. I can’t get over how much he takes my breath away.
“So now is it time for a happy ending?” I ask.
Creed nods. “Yes, Little Wolf. Where would you like to begin?”
I look around the room and smile. Kotah would be mortified if he knew I knew what he and Hawk ordered for their playroom, but I wasn’t interested in most of it. I’m not looking for a lifestyle like Hawk enjoys, I just wanted some playtime toys.
Biting my bottom lip, I look around. Decisions. Decisions. I’ll start with the outfit. Striding over to Doc, I take the hanger and head behind the little dressing screen.
How sexy.
“You boys can get naked or try on your sexy shorts, that’s up to you. I’m giving this outfit a test run.”
Behind the screen, I make quick work of my clothes and then take the leather strappy thing off the hanger. It’s not the easiest thing to figure out, but I’ve always loved a good puzzle. Once I get my legs through the right holes and pull the shoulder straps in place, I adjust the bindings on my boobs and pull my boots back on.
Oh, they’re going to love the boots.
Once they’re on and zipped up, I unbraid my hair and rake it loose with my fingers. Primping up my boobs, I check myself in the mirror and then make sure everything that’s supposed to be contained is contained and everything that’s supposed to be exposed is exposed.
“You boys ready?”
“Yeah, babe,” Dillan says, his voice husky. “Ready and waiting.”
My heart is racing as I round the screen and find my three guys sporting sexy man shorts. I can’t help the whimper that escapes my throat.
They are— “Oh gawd. Can I just say… the problem with crotchless outfits is that I just creamed the inside of my legs. You guys are so sinfully delicious.”
Dillan chuckles, glancing down at the bulge pushing at the buckles straining to hold the front of his shorts. “I don’t see the crotchless part of your outfit as a problem. The buckled front of ours might be though.”
They are amazing.
“Rhy, grab your datapad and set it to take a picture of us. We’re way too hot not to.”
Creed chuckles. “Do you think that’s a good idea? We’re the King and Queen of Dornte. Our private selves can never collide with our public selves.”
Rhylan grins. “Then it’s a good thing I’m also a head of security. I’ll take my datapad off the network and ensure the pictures are data-locked to this room. I’ll cast them to that screen to show for us but no one else.”
“Can you password protect them?” Doc asks.
“Can I fuck all night?”
“Hells yes, you can.” I pump my fist in the air and stride, long-legged over to them in my kick-ass boots. “Gather round, boys. Your queen wants to play sexy photoshoot.”
The four of us get handsy and naughty posing for pictures. It’s hard to know where one of us ends and the others begin. It’s also so much fun, I can’t believe it.
At first, we’re standing up and groping one another, boobs, bulges, and backsides. When Rhylan bends me over and runs his fingers through the opening of the crotchless outfit the dynamic changes.
“Sit here, Little Wolf.”
I look down at the low to the ground, black leather chair and wonder about the missing section of the seat. It’s a sleek design with a slanted back and nothing beneath the seat.
“It’s a queening chair,” Creed says. “I asked Hawk about some props for light play and he stands behind these selections.”
Doc chuckles. “He would know. From what Brant said, he was into some hard-core shit before their mating. He’s toned it down now that he’s committed, but they still call their private space the Den of Debauchery.”
I wave that away and smile. “I’m happy with ours being a playroom, thanks. And the less we think about my brothers-in-law like th
at, the better.”
“Agreed,” Creed says.
Rhylan brings my attention back to the slimline, black leather chair. “Since you are our queen, this is your throne. Sit down and open your legs for us.”
Unsure how it works, I sit, open my legs, and… yep, it quickly becomes clear.
Dillan drops to the floor on his back and slides under the seat. He seems a little too familiar with how this works, but I try not to think about that.
I am the one benefitting from all the experiences they had before. I win in the end.
His mouth latches onto my core and I arch into his kiss. “Sexy crotchless outfits are my new favorite thing.”
Creed grins. “I’m glad you think so because there are more orders yet to arrive.”
“Perfect.”
Rhylan is watching us, loosening the buckles on the front of his shorts. “Is your photo bug satisfied or would you like some private pictures of this?”
I sit forward, my breath quickening as Dillan’s soft stubble brushes my clit as his tongue flicks at my entrance. “No. No pictures like this… I’d like to play with your piercing though.”
Rhylan grins. “Which one?”
I take inventory of his body accents. He’s got one piercing over his left brow, both his nipples have hoops, and then there’s the one I’m talking about. “The one hiding under those leathers. Unbuckle and let loose… both of you.”
“Yes, my queen.” Rhylan makes quick work of the silver buckles of his sexy man shorts and springs his cock free. He doesn’t take the shorts off, just opens the front and starts palming his erection.
Creed’s ready at the same time. “Where do you want us, Little Wolf?”
I hold out both my hands. “Let me play while the two of you make out over me. I’m going to watch and enjoy the view.”
Rhylan’s dragon growls and he steps in close to my right. Creed moves to the left of my chair and then they lean in and start kissing.
I. Love. This. Chair.
The leather creaks as I shift my feet backward and twist to take Rhylan into my mouth. His hips sway, rocking the solid shaft of his cock in and out of my mouth.
On a retreat, I score the tender sheath of flesh with my teeth and then play with the piercing. Rolling the metal ball against my tongue, I push into the tiny slit and lick and suckle the drops of precum rising to the surface.
“You taste good, Dragon. Your queen is thirsty for more cum on my tongue.”
Rhylan breaks from the hot and heavy kissing with Creed and sears me with a look. “If you keep this up, you’re going to get a mouthful.”
“Mmm.”
Creed’s cock pulses in my palm.
“You like that thought, my love?”
“The thought of Rhy shooting warm streams of cum against your tongue and down your throat? Yeah. It’s fucking hot.”
Dillan’s growl vibrates against my core and a rush of cream meets his mouth. He’s pushing, face-first into my crotch with a roughness he doesn’t usually set free.
I’m pinned against his mouth and chin, his muscled arms hooked from under the chair and over my thighs. He flicks the entrance of my pussy with aggressive prodding, his grinding mouth rubbing my aching clit.
I gasp, riding his mouth, and go back to sucking Rhylan’s cock.
“Fuck, yes,” Creed says, his voice rough. “Eat her, Bear. She’s close.”
I suck to the end of Rhylan’s cock and pop off. Shifting to the other hand, I swallow Creed down next.
“That’s my girl,” Creed says, gripping the back of my hair. “Fuck that’s good, Little Wolf.”
I’m bucking against the pressure of Dillan’s mouth when his fingers slick through the hot mess and take over. Two fingers push inside me while his thumb moves back toward my ass. The depth of those probing digits is so good… especially with the teasing of his thumb.
“Suck Rhy,” Creed says, pulling his hips back. “Our dragon wants to quench your thirst. Don’t you, Rhy?”
“I do. Slecking hell, it won’t take long.”
I switch back to Rhylan’s cock, losing my mind. My insides are pulsing around Dillan’s fingers, gripping him in greedy squeezes that feel so good.
Rhylan groans above me and I glance up their bodies to see Creed kissing him with heated passion. Seeing the two of them in a lip-lock like that makes my wolf howl inside. They are so beautiful together.
Wanting all their sensations, I access our mental energies the way Creed always does and open us up. The bombardment of sensations is incredible.
The scents. The passions. The pleasures of the flesh.
Rhylan’s hips lock and the hot streams of his release coat my tongue. I swallow and suck, my wolf growling for more. He obliges.
Wave after wave of salty cream fills my mouth and I swallow him down. So good. He’s in ecstasy and I feel how deeply this connection touches him.
Lost in the shared eroticism, there’s no way I can hold off. I come hard against Dillan’s mouth, my wolf howling at the perfection of it all.
Deep voices growl something I miss entirely and then the world spins around me. The next thing I know, my knees are on the padded mat and I’m being penetrated from behind with my bear growling.
The keening grip of my orgasm takes another crazy run at me as Dillan slams deep inside me. I press my palms against the padded flooring, bracing myself as I come apart again.
“Oh, yes,” I groan, arching against his thrusts. “I love you rough, Bear.”
His thumb is still playing, probing the tight flesh of my ass. After my orgasm dies down, he withdraws and swipes the moisture from our joining to slick me there. “I need to fuck you, babe. I know you haven’t had anything more than finger play, but my bear needs to mark you.”
I wriggle my butt in invitation.
“Here,” Creed says, rushing in with a bottle of clear liquid. “Prime her well or it’ll burn.”
Dillan prods and plays, slicking me with moisture until he squares his hips and presses inside. I swallow and try to catch my breath. My bear’s cock is much bigger than their fingers. It’s invasive and strange, but I’ve seen how much the boys like it and give it a moment.
“You good, babe?”
“I am. Yeah.” As a wolf wildling, I’ve seen pack members like this during ritual nights and seasonal runs. I’ve always wondered what it would be like.
Now, I’m about to find out.
“Start slow. You’re really big.”
He chuckles. “You’re so sweet.”
“Anal takes getting used to,” Creed says, lying down on the floor beside me. He shifts to take my breast into his mouth and then pinches my nipple with his teeth. “But if you like it, it’ll open up many more opportunities for the four of us to share.”
Rhylan lays on the floor on the other side of me and does the same thing, taking the other breast into his mouth before easing back to grin up at me. “And if you don’t like it, that’s fine too. That leaves more ass play for the rest of us.”
He winks and I chuckle. Relaxing helps.
The burn is easing off, morphing toward pleasure.
“I feel so full.”
Creed chuckles, reaching down my abdomen and brushing his fingers over my clit. “Wait until we fuck your pussy at the same time. Then you’ll be doubly full.”
“Mhmm… I like that idea.” I swallow, grinding gently up and down Dillan’s erection, getting a feel of what anal is like. “Why don’t one of you shift under me and we’ll do that now.”
Creed laughs. “So eager. You’re tight, Little Wolf. Give your body a chance to adjust. We’ll get there. We have a lifetime to claim everything this mating offers.”
Dillan gasps behind me, his fingers gripping into my hips as I ride his cock at my own pace. “You’re torturing me, babe. Slow is heaven… but it’s also torture.”
Hearing the breathless desperation in Dillan’s voice is incredible sexy. I close my eyes and stop thinking about what we’re doing and
get back to feeling it. “Creed, finger me and play with my clit while Doc fucks my ass.”
“Yes ma’am,” Creed says.
“I love your dirty mouth,” Rhylan says, shifting his attention back to my nipples.
I close my eyes and focus. My clit is swollen and sensitive from Dillan’s play earlier. Even the first brush of Creed’s fingers brings my next orgasm rising forward.
Dillan is moving now, his easy strokes filling me as my next release builds deep in my belly. I swallow and take it all in. The playful teasing. The dedication. The loving connections forming between the four of us.
I love my life.
“More.” That one word escapes my throat with barely more than a whisper, but they hear me. And they give me what I ask for.
More stroking. More sucking. More thrusting.
Arms flexed tight, I grip the mat with white knuckles. I push back each time Dillan’s pelvis hits my ass and the slap-slap-slap of each thrust is getting louder and faster. Creed’s fingers penetrate, stroking against the ache of my clit. Rhylan plays with my breasts, nipping and sucking one while tweaking the nipple of the other.
It’s sooo good.
The orgasm swirling inside me like a violent storm shatters and explodes. It steals my control and leaves me in a state of raw, carnal pleasure.
The scent of our sweat and sex. The sounds we make… I am destroyed and at the same time, more alive than I’ve ever been.
I tilt my head back and my wolf howls.
Dillan lets off a throaty grunt behind me and the thrusting stops. My legs quiver under the strain of supporting my weight, my energy spent.
We collapse into a sweaty heap of tangled limbs and Dillan spoons me from behind. I close my eyes and focus on getting reacquainted with oxygen. His heart is hammering against my back and it takes us both a long while before our breathing returns to normal.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Keyla
Having just gone through the coronation process for Kotah a month ago, with Isabo’s help, I am in fine form for overseeing the preparations for Creed’s celebration. He’s perfectly capable of doing it himself, but why should he have to plan his own party? He should be able to sit back and enjoy it.
