Animal Attraction

by Charlene Teglia

  Nothing mattered but the hot slide of his cock, the press of his hand, the almost unbearable pleasure as he began to spill himself in me.

  “Ah, that feels so good,” Matt growled, pushing harder, deeper. “I love the way you take my cock.”

  “Love the way you give it to me,” I panted, hips bucking. “Fuck me harder, Matt.”

  He did just that while coming in spurts, making me come again with his hand between my legs and sending us both rushing toward a final release. When it was over we stayed locked together for long minutes, his cock buried in my anal passage as deep as he could go, Jack still caressing me while the three of us recovered.

  “Don’t wait much longer to take your next lover,” Jack said, a note of warning in his voice. Matt heard, kissed my shoulder, and withdrew, rolling onto his back to make space around me.

  I raised my head to look at Jack. “What you said earlier about marking me, it’s scent marking, isn’t it?”

  “Yes. You’ve marked all of us. We need to mark you.”

  No wonder Zach had said I needed to have sexual contact with all of them. The sex organs carried our scent. I’d marked the pack when I’d let all of them touch and taste me before Zach claimed me.

  “Stay close?”

  “You don’t have to ask.”

  I relaxed, confident that he’d fix it if I managed to hurt myself again. The connection I felt with him and Matt along with the intensity of my need told me I needed more contact with the rest of the pack. It wasn’t what I felt for Zach, but something now unified and cemented us. I needed to connect with all of them.

  I searched out David’s eyes, found them watching me. “David?”

  “I’ll wait.”

  And he’d watch everything I did while he waited. The knowledge sent an erotic charge through me.

  “Daniel, Roman, Will,” I said, raising my voice just enough to be heard.

  “Here.” They formed a loose ring around me. I rolled onto my back, naked and splayed. Matt got up and left, only to come back a moment later with a cloth he used to sponge me. I thanked him with a kiss, then turned my face toward Will.

  Brown-haired Will, youngest, but full of heat and surprises. My eyes moved from him to Daniel, who looked tough even naked and aroused. Then Roman, dark and fierce.

  “How do you want us?” he asked.

  “All together,” I whispered.

  We met in a sensual slide of hands and mouths and bodies. I breathed in their scents, explored their shapes, traded kisses with them by turns. I pushed Will onto his back and straddled him, pressing my sex to his while Roman’s tongue swept mine. His taste intoxicated me, and I broke the kiss to move my mouth down until I could lick the crown of his penis.

  “I guess your ass is mine,” Daniel said, running his hands over my cheeks.

  I felt a surge of heat at his words, and the accompanying mind picture of three cocks filling all my available orifices. I arched my back and raised my hips up in invitation. Will grabbed them and pulled me back down and I felt the head of him push inside me. Then his shaft filled me, shorter and wider than average, and I made a low sound of pleasure and satisfaction that was muffled as I drew Roman into my lips. Will’s shape made his entry both comfortable and a stretch as I accommodated his width.

  Daniel kissed and caressed my back, neck, and buttocks, and I realized he was waiting for me to sate myself with Will before he entered me. I felt his shaft ride between my cheeks as I began to move, and knew he’d be close when he plunged in.

  My mouth on Roman grew hungry and demanding. Daniel pleasured himself against my bare ass, and Will kept my hips imprisoned with a grip that stopped just short of bruising, giving me hard, fast thrusts that made me writhe and moan. Daniel’s movements sped up, and then I felt him probing my anus, slick with lubricant, his cock already jerking to signal his approaching orgasm.

  For a minute, we all shuddered on the brink. Then I was lost in Will’s driving rhythm, grinding myself against him, taking Roman deeper while I came. Will began to spurt inside me, and Roman’s shaft swelled in my mouth before he spilled himself in a hot rush. I rode Will as I swallowed Roman’s semen, licking and sucking his cock with fevered greed.

  I was still spasming in the throes of seemingly endless orgasm when Daniel penetrated me from behind. My sex contracted sharply around Will’s now-still shaft, and that heightened the sensation as Daniel began fucking his way inside my anal opening.

  “My turn,” he groaned, pushing deeper as the lubricant eased his way. He took me in a white-hot frenzy, plunging his cock into me, coming with each stroke until he’d spent himself in furious coupling.

  I kissed Roman from balls to crown and gave him a last, lingering lick while my body trembled with aftershocks of pleasure. This was what I needed, contact, connection, completion.

  Nathan, Aidan, Cam, and Sean surged forward. I felt their hands on me, Cam’s on my breasts, Nathan’s touching the point where my body joined with Will’s. Aidan kissed me with openmouthed heat when I raised my lips from pleasuring Roman. Sean ran his palm over my belly.

  Daniel pulled out and kneaded my butt with rough, murmured sounds of praise. Then he moved back to allow the others access. They lifted me clear of Will as the knot released, and carried me to the fainting couch.

  Cam and Nathan feasted on my breasts. Aidan ran his hands over my body and kept on kissing me. Sean pushed my thighs apart and buried his fingers in my sex and I nearly came up off the couch in response. I touched all of them, any part of any partner I could reach, learning them, acknowledging them.

  When my hips were rocking against Sean’s hand between my legs and I was straining to take his fingers deeper, he moved to cover my body with his.

  I broke free from Aidan’s kiss to utter a guttural, “Yes,” spreading wider for Sean as he mounted me. His cock probed my sex. He found his angle and thrust deep. I wrapped my hands around Cam’s and Nathan’s engorged shafts and began working them in tandem. Aidan rubbed his penis against my lips and I opened wide to take him, falling into the ecstasy we shared.

  The bathroom off the library had a tub big enough for two, which was a good thing because left to my own devices I might have drowned. David climbed in with me, and I sat between his legs so I could recline against him and let him support me while he washed me. The protein shake he’d pressed on me had already vanished in thirsty gulps.

  “So,” I said, watching his hands slick soap over my breasts. “This has been an eventful day. I’ve had five cocks that weren’t yours between my legs. That’s past the point where most boyfriends would stomp off, never to return.”

  David continued to wash me with thorough attention to detail. “Am I your boyfriend?”

  I shrugged. “Just saying.”

  He cupped water in his hands, let it run over my breasts, rinsing away the soap and leaving droplets of water clinging to my pouting nipples. “Most girlfriends don’t have your special needs. I care more about your sanity than your sex life.”

  I sighed. “Until I met you guys, I didn’t have a sex life. Now I’m a nympho.” Then I perked a little. “Am I your girlfriend?”

  “You’re my lover.” He kissed the side of my neck.

  “We haven’t actually had sex,” I pointed out.

  “We’ve slept together.” His hands ran down the sides of my body. “I’ve had my hands on every part of you, kissed you until you would have done anything I asked, stripped you naked, spread your thighs, and made you come with my mouth between your legs.”

  I had to admit, it added up to an impressive argument when he put it all together. Still . . . “Zach,” I said, feeling pensive.

  “I know.” David wrapped his arms around me and squeezed. “I won’t take what’s his. I owe him too much. But I’ll take what’s mine now. You’re my lover today. Let tomorrow take care of itself.”

  I squeezed my eyes closed. “Maybe tomorrow can take care of itself, but I want to have you as many times in as many ways as possibl
e today.” I wanted to store up a lifetime of memories, because no matter how I felt about David, no matter how much I wanted him, Zach owned me.

  “I’ll give you as much as you want. You deserve that.”

  I let my muscles relax a stage further, melting in him. “I really don’t know what makes me deserving.”

  “For starters, you’re handling this pretty well.” David ran his hand down my belly, over my mound.

  “Well.” I snorted and turned my head to rub my cheek against his chest. “I decided group sex is not a fate worse than death. Or insanity. Or turning into something out of a horror story. Also, let’s face it, none of you are exactly ugly.”

  “And?” he prompted me to go on as he washed me between my legs.

  “And if I’m going to be married to a virtual stranger, I’ve decided I might as well consider this one hell of a bachelorette party.”

  “So you’re okay with what you have to do now.” He moved his hand around to nudge my shoulder. “Lean forward so I can scrub your back.”

  “It’s funny.” I bent obediently and then nearly purred as his soap-slick hands covered every inch of my back, stirring nerve endings I didn’t know I had. “It isn’t at all how I thought it would be. You’re all comfortable with what you are and what I am. That helps. Also, it’s hard to pretend human norms apply when the penis inside you has a knot.”

  “You looked very comfortable with Jack and Matt.” David’s fingers dug into the muscles that ran along my spine. The soap acted like a lubricant, intensifying the massage. Bliss.

  “Because I didn’t want to push them away as soon as I had an orgasm? They deserve better than that.” I sobered, remembering the tension in Matt when he thought he’d accidentally forced me into a situation that wasn’t my choosing. The lust and the tenderness he’d shown me. “They’re people, not body parts.”

  “Not just playing hide the salami?”

  David returned my earlier words as his strong fingers worked away aches I hadn’t been aware of until he soothed and released them.

  “I was freaking out when I said that.” I felt a blush stain my cheeks. “And I didn’t get it. I thought I was going to be like some kind of piñata everybody wanted a piece of. But that’s not how it is.”

  I flashed to Matt straining to bring me off, knowing what the price of failure would be. Jack healing me with a touch, then seducing me with gentle insistence because he knew what I needed better than I did. “If I get broken, it’ll hurt all of you.”

  David abandoned washing my back to wrap his arms around me and pull me into his chest again, crushing me in a fierce embrace. “I won’t let you get broken.”

  I turned my head to the side and up to make my mouth accessible to him, inviting a kiss. “I know.”

  His mouth covered mine. I turned into the pressure, sliding over to face him. He scooted forward so my legs could go around his waist. I rocked into him, loving the way the rough hairs on his chest tantalized my nipples, feeling his engorged shaft press against the cleft of my sex. His hands were hard and bruising on my body, and I found myself hoping he’d leave marks. I wanted to be marked by him in some way.

  He broke off the kiss and buried his face in the curve of my neck. “I want you.” His voice was low and harsh, his body taut with tension. “I want to be inside you. I want to know you’re safe because I’m in you, giving you what you need.”

  “David.” I wasn’t burning in the grip of heat just yet, but I’d wanted him before it started, and that hadn’t changed. “I want you, too. I wanted you in my apartment. I wanted you upstairs on the couch. I wanted you when you kissed my hand last night.”

  “You want a mate.” His lips explored the hollows of my throat, and my head tipped back to let him.

  “The wolf does,” I muttered in a thick voice.

  “You are the wolf.” David nipped at my ear, the edge of his teeth sending a thrill through me. He worked his way back to my mouth. His tongue pushed between my lips, and we stopped talking.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  TWO WORDS BEAT IN MY BRAIN, IN MY BLOOD.

  David.

  Mine.

  I pushed up to align our bodies, bring myself to the right angle. He helped, lifting me, rocking back to guide himself to my opening. I gave a wordless cry that his mouth swallowed. A hot shiver ran over my body at the first intimate probing as my flesh gave for the head of his cock.

  I broke the kiss to pant out, “Slow. Slow.”

  His hands flexed on my hips. His breathing sounded ragged. “Sorry. Sore?”

  “No.” I trembled as I arched closer, struggling to gain a little more of him. “I just want to make it last.”

  David let out a short, hard laugh. “We’re in the tub. If you want slow and lasting, we need to get out.”

  “Right.” My mouth agreed, but my sex gripped his flesh, unwilling to release him. He groaned.

  “Sorry.” I was breathing faster, harder. “Can’t help it. I want you.”

  David pulled back to break the contact and pulled me back down into his lap so that we pressed together without risk of penetration. “Let me finish washing you. Then we’ll take it as slow as you can stand it.”

  “Okay.” I let him rinse me clean, but I didn’t want to let go of him, not even to get out of the tub.

  He didn’t want me to choose him. I had to remember that, had to keep it straight in my head. He didn’t want to displace Zach, didn’t want to be the leader. But as long as David wanted me, I wanted to have this much of him at least.

  In the end, David climbed out first, then helped me stand dripping on the mat while he patted me dry.

  “How’d you know to be so careful with the cloth?” I asked, watching his hands blot the excess moisture from my skin.

  “You’ll be sensitive until after you change.” David moved down my body and paused to circle my belly button with the tip of his tongue. My knees weakened and a pulse of desire hit hard.

  “David.” I said his name on a breath of heat. My hands found his hair, held him, urged him to move lower.

  “Want me to lick you dry?” His mouth explored the curve of my belly and I shuddered in reaction.

  “Please.”

  He dropped the towel and stood up. I started to protest, but he cut off the sound when he covered my mouth with his. He turned me, backed me up to the counter, and lifted.

  Oh. I caught his intent and settled onto the cool surface, sliding my legs apart while my hands clung to him and my lips opened for his. He licked into my mouth once, then began to move down, trailing fire over my skin everywhere his lips grazed. The curve of my neck, the slope of my breast, the soft skin of my stomach.

  “David.” I closed my eyes and waited for him to kiss me lower.

  He raked my inner thighs with his teeth instead. I gasped and arched my back in an involuntary movement that opened me further and thrust my breasts up.

  A soft knock sounded at the door. David shifted to look up at me. I knew my face was flushed and I was breathing in ragged gulps, nipples swollen, my sex pink and pouting for his attention. “Want me to tell whoever that is to go away?”

  I shook my head, certainty gripping me. “It’s Zach. Let him in.”

  “I won’t stand aside this time.” David’s gray eyes darkened to the color of a stormy sky.

  “I don’t want you to.” I reached out to lightly trace the shape of his mouth with a fingertip. “If things get out of hand like they did with Matt, I’ll take Zach somewhere else. In my mouth, in my ass. If I need him too much to be satisfied with that, you can take turns with me, but it’s you I want first.”

  David’s eyes darkened even further until they were nearly black. He put his hands on my hips, flexed his fingers so they dug into me. “Tell him to come in, then.” His head lowered. His mouth touched me. And the room tilted.

  He kissed me with fierce hunger, lapped at me like a coveted dessert, suckled at my folds, circled my clit with his tongue, thrust his tongue into the fle
sh I wanted him to claim with another part of himself.

  “David.” My head fell back as I moved with restless need. “David.”

  The knock came again. His tongue delved deeper. I struggled for the words I’d meant to say. “Come in.”

  Zach opened the door and took in the tableau. Me, seated on the counter, legs wide apart. David kneeling between them, his hands on me in a possessive hold, his mouth on my sex.

  Zach looked at the whole picture, then focused on my face for a long moment before his gaze slid down to my breasts. He crossed the small distance between us and bent to circle first one aching nipple with his tongue, then the other.

  “Zach.” I felt a swell of yearning, wanted him closer. “More, please.”

  He lifted his head and let his lips touch my temple. “That’s what I’m here for. More.”

  I leaned my head against him. “What time is it?”

  He stroked my hair, then the curve of my cheek, his thumb tracing the hollow of my cheekbone. “Late afternoon. Almost evening.”

  So soon? This morning the day had seemed stretched out before me to eternity. I’d wondered how I’d endure it. Now it was slipping away too fast, and I hadn’t touched David the way I wanted to, hadn’t told him with my lips and hands and all of my being that I craved him, adored him, wanted him.

  I hadn’t sated my need for Zach, either. Through every erotic encounter, I’d felt an invisible tug and known he was at the other end of it. Our bodies had separated, but something else hadn’t. My heart? My soul? I didn’t know. I didn’t have words for it. But some part of me was tangled up in him now, and I thought it always would be.

  “Both of you,” I whispered. I reached up to lay my palm over Zach’s heart as if I could claim it. “I want to be with both of you, just the two of you, for as long as it lasts. Until it’s over.”

  David lifted his head, and I thought it was rejection. I clutched at him. “Don’t leave me.”