Daniel. Sean. Cam. Aidan. Roman. Not just a list of names I’d worked to match to faces last night at dinner. Now they were real to me, touching me with affection and acceptance. Words could be false, but bodies didn’t lie. One by one, they showed me I was theirs and all of them were mine, giving me heated kisses and setting me on fire as my naked body slid against each of theirs in turn.
Sean and I were the same height, and that gave him the right angle to dare the greatest intimacy. When our lips met and our tongues touched, he guided his engorged penis between my thighs and rocked forward so that his shaft glided along my labia.
I shuddered at the contact, wanting more, aroused by the realization that I could let them all push between my thighs without danger of real penetration locking us together.
“My turn,” David said behind me, and Sean pulled back, the reverse movement dragging the ridge of his head against the slick folds of my sex that parted from the pressure. He groaned into my mouth, and I echoed the feeling. So close, so good, not enough.
Then David was holding me, and my knees went weak with relief because it felt like coming home. The fear that sex with Zach had changed the fragile bond between me and David evaporated. He’d promised not to hate me, given me permission by stripping me naked for all of them, and prepared me to give myself to another man with oral sex. And still some deep part of me had been afraid that David wouldn’t want me now.
A twin fear that I couldn’t respond to him after Zach had claimed me melted away, too. I clung to David, glad to the depths of my heart that I hadn’t robbed either of us of this opportunity to satiate our mutual hunger.
Maybe tomorrow it would be different. When the heat ended and my choice was made, I might find that I looked at David and didn’t feel compelled to touch him, didn’t yearn for him to touch me. The intense chemistry between us might burn out from surrendering to it, or simply go away when I formally accepted Zach as my mate.
For now, though, David and I had this. I wanted to savor every stolen moment. We stood together, not touching except for the press of our bodies, arms tight around each other. He rested his face against the silky cap of my hair. He breathed me in, and I did the same with my face tucked into the hollow of his throat, luxuriating in the unbroken expanse of his skin against mine.
My hands explored the planes of his back, enthralled with the harnessed male strength evident in his body, knowing magic lay under the skin in his blood and bones that the full moon would reveal. I’d seen the transformation with my own eyes, touched the fur. I knew what he was. I could feel what I was. The same. An animal in human form waiting for the moment of release.
“How do you want me?” I asked the question in a soft voice. I figured it went without saying that I wanted him next.
“On your knees,” David answered. The muscles under my hands bunched as his hold on me tightened. “I want to mount you from behind and take you on your knees.”
I closed my eyes, picturing it. My bare ass upturned, thighs apart, glistening sex exposed. Submissive. Receptive. David behind me, thick cock jutting forward. His hands on my hips, holding me in position. The long slide of that male flesh into mine, and the forming of the knot inside me that would lock us together, making me his until it released.
I realized I was breathing fast and my head felt light.
“I don’t want your arms to get tired.” He bent his head to kiss the curve of my neck, moving his lips along the sensitive cord that ran up the side in a slow caress that made me shiver with need. “I’ll bend you over an ottoman to give you support while you kneel for me. That’s how I want you.”
“Okay.” I felt dazed with lust, crazed with need. “Now?”
“Not now.” David nipped at my earlobe with the sharp edge of his teeth and gave it a tiny tug. “Foreplay first. Give the others a chance to pleasure you, make you soft and swollen and slick for me so I don’t have to hold back when I’m fucking you.”
I gulped, stricken with heat from his proximity, his graphic words, the image of other hands and tongues readying me to be taken with urgent force.
“I can’t stand up anymore,” I whispered, feeling my bones turn to water.
“You don’t have to.”
David lifted me up and carried me over to one of the ottoman and chair pairs. With the two parts pushed together, the chair made a half bed for him to lay me on. It’d be easy to turn me over and slide me down until I knelt on the floor, supported by the cushion, when the time came. My nipples ached in anticipation of the way the fabric would rasp on them as my body rocked back and forth from the strength of his thrusts.
He pulled me down until my hips rested on the edge of the ottoman, and gripped my inner thighs to pull them apart. That left me perfectly positioned for oral pleasure. Delicious expectation pulsed between my legs.
“Who do you want to go down on you?” David ran his hand over my sex, petting and stroking but not opening me. “Who do you want to make you come?”
I knew who I wanted without thinking. My body shivered with the memory of Matt and that wicked tango. He’d seduced me with a dance. Now I wanted his tongue to dance between the soft folds of my flesh.
“Matt.” I said it out loud, and the throaty sound of my voice made that one word speak volumes.
“Really?” His blond head appeared over mine, looking down into my face from behind the chair. His eyes danced with devilment and I grinned up at him.
“Really.”
He gave me a slow, sexy smile. “It was the tango, wasn’t it?”
“Yep.”
Matt leaned closer until his lips brushed my forehead. “Do you need anything first? Drink, snack?”
I gave a tiny shake of my head. “Not hungry for food.”
“Sure?” He reached over the chair’s back to tease my nipples, just barely brushing the palms of his hands over them. I arched up into him, eager for more.
“Sure.”
His hands vanished, leaving me bereft of touch until he came around to kneel between my open thighs. “Well, I want a snack.”
His meaning wasn’t lost on me. My toes curled and my pelvis tilted up. “Do you, now?” My voice sounded breathy.
“I do. Now.” Matt’s hands stroked up the outside of my legs from ankles to hips, an unhurried caress. I liked the implication that he intended to take his time. His head dipped down, but he surprised me by settling his cheek against my belly while his hands explored the hollows of my hips, the curve of my waist. “You feel like hot silk,” he said.
A smile curved my lips. “Flatterer.”
“Careful.” He shifted forward and raked his teeth over the tender skin of my breast, drawing a gasp from me. “If you call me a liar, I’ll have to punish you.”
“Mmm.” The sound came out as a purring laugh. “How will you do that?”
“Many ways.” He ran his hands up my ribs, cupped them over my breasts, squeezed, then released them to capture my nipples in a pinching hold. “Like this, to start.”
Matt tugged at first one nipple, then the other, not letting up the constant pressure he kept on them. The combination made my inner muscles convulse, and I wondered if he could bring me to orgasm from stimulating my breasts alone in my present state.
“Oh.” I licked my lips and stared at him from under heavy-lidded eyes. “What would you do next?”
He released my breast and placed a hand over my mound. “Next, I might have to do this.” He squeezed my mound, and then caught my clit between his thumb and forefinger, pinching until it reached that point where pleasure and pain blurred. He took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked hard, let it slide free, then gave the same treatment to its twin.
My breath came in pants and I made a low sound of need. He repeated the erotic torture, the pressure on my clit making my sex throb, the hard suction on my nipples stimulating hidden nerves inside me, and it was too much. “Matt.”
He eased the pinch hold by degrees, a gradual lessening, then rested his hand
on my sex, cupping, squeezing, giving me less direct stimulation. He kept his mouth on my breast but lightened that, too, until it was just a hot, wet caress. He licked and laved his way over each rounded swell, then ended with a kiss in the cleft between.
“Be good, and I won’t have to punish you,” he said, raising his head. He leaned forward to give me a nip on my lower lip.
I had the worst urge to be bad I’d ever felt in my life. And he knew it. He pushed a finger into me and slid his tongue inside my mouth at the same time.
I opened my lips wider for him, welcoming the deep kiss and the tantalizing tease of that finger moving in and out between my legs. It felt so good, it almost hurt. I ached to be filled. I shuddered, and he raised his head to look into my flushed face.
“That close?” Matt sounded surprised.
“Hurts.” My eyes stared into his, my whole body pleading for relief.
“I’ll kiss you and make it all better,” he promised. He shifted position, and then his mouth replaced his hand. The first touch of his tongue to my swollen sex made me groan. He licked my labia, a soothing caress, then thrust between the folds to taste me deeply. He settled the palm of one hand over the curve of my belly and cupped it there, warm and reassuring, moving in a circle to gently massage.
I closed my eyes against the sweetness of the moment. There was so much more here than lust. There was tenderness and caring and consideration. There was desire, a deep well of it, and heat and need and something else. A sense of belonging, of connection.
Rejecting their touch meant rejecting them from the pack, Jack had said. Was that a two-way street? The way Matt made love to me with his mouth said yes. All of them showing me they were willing to accept me as a mate, or as their alpha female.
My legs curled around him, my feet sliding along his torso. My hands buried themselves in his hair, learning the texture of it as he learned the taste and texture of me. He drew his tongue out, dragged it along my labia until he licked at my clit, closed his mouth over that nerve center, and gave me gentle suction. His free hand probed between my thighs. Two fingers, then three, pushed inside me and established a rhythm.
“Matt.” I said his name on a low moan, my hips moving in time with the thrusts of his fingers into my sheath. He varied the suction on my clit, harder, softer, and gradually increased the force of his hand moving in me. And it still wasn’t enough. I arched my back in an agony of frustration, thrusting my breasts up and my head back in the process. “Matt.”
He lifted his head, his blue eyes stricken. “I pushed you too far.” He kept his hand between my legs but eased his fingers out. “You can’t come for me like this now.”
What did he mean, I couldn’t come now? I wanted to scream. Instead, I only repeated the litany that thrummed in my blood. “I need to. I need to.”
“Chandra.” He pressed his hand against my sex. “You need to fuck. You didn’t ask me for that, so I have to stop.”
I stared at him, struggling to process the words.
“It’s all right.” David was there beside me, his hand stroking my upper arm in reassurance. “If you need him, it’s all right.”
I felt tears sting the back of my eyes. “David.”
“I’m here.”
“Help me.”
“Always.” He kissed the corner of my mouth. I turned my face toward him until our lips met and clung.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
DAVID’S MOUTH WAS HOT AND HARD ON MINE. MATT WAITED BETWEEN my open legs for my decision, his hand on my sex keeping me from sliding over some invisible cliff that felt like madness.
This was what they’d meant when they said I’d suffer, I realized. I needed what no human male could ever give me, and in this state I needed more than any one of the Neuri could give. I might really have to give myself to all of them before it ended.
“David.” I whispered his name against his lips. “I can’t stop.” Maybe if we’d stuck to the plan, if Matt had been less generous, less inventive, and gone straight to oral, I could have let him lick me to orgasm to our mutual enjoyment.
Instead, he’d aroused me too far for anything less than full penetration, and he’d attuned my body to him in the process, so now it was his cock I ached to welcome inside me. I wasn’t sure I could find relief with any of the others at this point, and without relief I was afraid I’d fall over that cliff. “I can’t stop,” I repeated on a sob.
“Shh.” He speared his fingers into the short strands of my hair and cradled my head in his hands. His dark eyes met mine. “Don’t be afraid. Give your body whatever it needs.”
“I need him to fuck me.” My lips trembled as I said the words.
“Then do it.” David gave me another brief, hard kiss before he let me go.
I looked at Matt, saw the tension in his posture, and knew he hadn’t meant for this to happen. Neither of us had, but we were past the point of no return. Now I had to show him that I didn’t blame him, that I didn’t see him as a lesser choice, that I wanted him. Time to let go of everything else, to give myself to the moment and to him.
“Matt.” I said his name in a throaty drawl. “I’ve been very, very bad.”
The corners of his eyes crinkled and a small smile tugged at his lips. “Have you?”
“Very.” I stared at him, my breath coming hard and fast.
He gave a shake of his head. “Then I’ll have to discipline you.” He took his hand away and stood up. “Turn over on your belly.”
I managed it with every limb trembling and moved into the position David had wanted me in, bent over the ottoman.
Matt cupped his hands over my butt, shaping the curves, squeezing. “Now I’m going to have to warm your bottom.”
I drew in a sharp breath. Would he, really?
He put one hand on the lower curve of my spine, just above the swell of my ass. His other hand delivered a stinging smack that made me jolt. Then another. And another. Each time his hand struck, my sex clenched in involuntary response and blood rushed to the point of contact. When he stopped, I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out and begging him to go on.
“There.” He ran possessive hands over my butt and the backs of my thighs in light, teasing caresses that served as sharp contrast to the spanking he’d given me. “You’ll behave now, won’t you?”
“Yes.” I would have agreed to anything he said in that moment, if only he’d take what I offered and give me what I needed.
“I’m going to fuck you now.” He bent over me, kissed the nape of my neck. “If you give me any trouble, I’ll have to punish you some more.”
My ragged breathing caught at the sensual threat. His hands closed on my hips, pulled me back toward him until the hard length of his cock nestled in the valley separating the round swells of my buttocks.
“I want you like this, too,” Matt told me. “I want to stroke myself back and forth here, with your bottom all pink and hot from a spanking. And then when I’m right on the edge, I want to push between these cheeks and ream you while I come.”
I sucked in a breath, caught by his fantasy, even though I needed him inside my sex so badly I was shaking with it. “I might like that.”
“I bet you would.” He rocked back and forth, riding the cleft that cushioned his erect shaft. “A good, hard ass-fucking would teach a bad girl like you a lesson.”
I wanted to explore this possibility later. “What about the knot?”
“If I was already close to coming before I got inside you, it wouldn’t take long before I finished and you could get free.”
He pressed his chest against my back, covering my body with his. He slid his arms under me, lifted me upright until we knelt together with him supporting me. He cuddled me close and caressed my belly and breasts with gentle hands, dropping the play dominance. “I won’t do that to you when I take you now. I won’t cheat you by cutting it short.”
I almost shook my head at the inverted logic, that keeping his cock buried in me as long as possible was an
act of giving, not taking.
Matt ran his hand down until it nestled between my legs. “I want you on your back,” he said. “I want to see your face when I make you come.”
I shuddered, nodded my acceptance. He eased us both to our feet and helped me stand.
“Where?” I asked. I felt almost mindless with need, unable to pick a spot to accommodate us.
“The cushions in front of the fireplace. Can you walk that far?”
I couldn’t see that far. I shook my head, and he bent to catch me behind the knees and cradle me in his arms. “I’ll carry you.”
They all seemed to be doing that a lot, I thought, but crawling on the floor mewling with need would be even less dignified, so I didn’t protest.
Matt lowered me down into the soft nest and then knelt over me for a minute, looking at the picture I made sprawled in naked abandon. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered.
He blanketed me with himself and pushed his legs between mine, forcing them apart. He captured my wrists with his hands, pulled my arms up over my head, and pinned them.
His engorged cock rested between my open thighs now, ready to possess the soft flesh he’d already taken with his mouth and fingers, stroked and laved into readiness until he’d overshot the mark and sent me into this state.
“My dance, I believe.” Matt held my eyes with his while he drove his body into mine, forcing his way in faster than my sex could stretch to accommodate him so that I felt every inch of his entry until he penetrated me completely.
I gasped and trembled under him, struggling to adjust, already feeling an urgent need to move, to rock my hips and take him deeper. He swelled inside me, filling my channel even more tightly as the knot formed.
“Matt.” I wrapped my legs around his, the slight change in position opening my body to him a little more and deepening the angle of penetration. “Fuck me hard.”
He did. Over and over, he rammed his cock into me, fucking me with brutal thrusts that made me gasp, then moan, then scream in pleasure. He held me down and rode me hard, every powerful stroke of his shaft into my willing flesh a mix of ecstasy and torment. Not enough, not enough, no matter how fast and deep he drove.
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