Fun With Wolves (Twin Werewolf Menage Romance Book 1)

by Amira Rain

  They lost themselves in each other’s body and in the exquisite feeling of Nash’s prong penetrating her. They both sounded as if they could burst into tears of joy at any second. The noises they made reached a crescendo as the head of Nash’s pumping piece found exactly the right spot inside Megan and thrust away at it without letting up.

  A few feet away, Pearce’s empathy picked up the waves of ecstasy rolling off them. He could sense how close they were and his own tool began to stiffen again. He pulled at it, watching them, feeling them edge ever closer to their moment.

  It hit them both at once. The rapport of their bodies brought them to climax together. Nash and Megan shouted in a single voice. Megan’s limbs clenched around Nash’s and seemed to squeeze the orgasm right out of him and into her. They both caught fire inside, and Nash’s burst of seed poured freely into Megan to put it out.

  Bodies locked together, they let the climax take them, and Nash’s man-milk filled her depths as Pearce’s had done. They shuddered at the last waves of pleasure from their coming, and Nash lay himself fully down on top of her, his softened hose slipping out of her. His member and her opening both oozed with seed. Breathing deeply, they became still on the leather cushions.

  “Good work,” said Pearce, admiring the tableau of passion he’d just witnessed. “Come on back over here when you get your next wind. We’ll light another fire, Nash, and fuck her here for the rest of the night.”

  Soon enough, Nash and Pearce lit a second fire in the hearth, and they and Megan slipped under the quilts together. The brothers took turns kissing her and playing with her breasts and her parts down below, arousing the three of them anew.

  “You’re coming very easily with us, Megan,” said Nash. “Your body likes us.”

  “There’s everything to like,” she said, kissing him.

  “The more we do you, the more you’ll be in tune and sync with us,” Nash said.

  Pinching Megan’s nipple, Pearce said, “Pretty soon you’ll be coming with no effort at all. You’ll be able to hit it just from having us in you.” He kissed her. “Of course, we’ll keep doing all the other things too. We’ll have you coming all kinds of ways.” He kissed her again. “But the best ones will be from screwing.”

  “I know,” Megan said. “I remember.”

  They did not need to say how Megan remembered. She was well experienced in sex with lycanthropes, in the shared ecstasy of lycanthrope empathy. Megan had been there many, many times before; countless times—but that was with only one werewolf. Now she had two of them; two who could please and satisfy her as no human male ever could. How could she ever let the Maguire brothers go?

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Megan awakened to multiple feelings, all of them delightful: lips on her cheeks; hands grazing her bottom, making her flush with heat; fingers sliding up and down at her opening down below, making her wet. Her eyes fluttered open and met those of Nash beside her, filled with morning desire. She smiled at him, and at the sensation of Pearce behind her, stirring her to awareness both of this moment and so many long, scorching moments of last night. The twins had taken her two more times each when they lay back down by the fireplace, which was now as cool as they and Megan were hot.

  After receiving Nash’s kiss and the brush of his tongue on her lips, Megan said, “This is a nice way to wake up.”

  Pearce’s hand came up behind her and cupped and squeezed her breast, spreading more warmth into her. “Not as nice as it’s going to get,” he said into her ear with a lick.

  “We loved how you were loving our bodies last night,” said Nash, taking her hand and moving it down between his legs where his morning erection waited her, and letting her grasp his tool. Megan pulled at it and sensed the surge of pleasure in Nash, a surge that matched her own. What she had so hot and hard in her hand now was truly the most wonderful thing in the world.

  Nuzzling at her neck, Pearce said, “We love your body too. You’re so beautiful.” He pumped his own erection against the cleft of her buttocks. “You’ve got such a nice, soft ass. Damn, your ass is nice.” He gave her breast another squeeze. “And soft, perfect tits.”

  Nash slipped a finger through her fleshy curtains and into her passage where he and Pearce he poured out so much of their male stickiness last night. She trembled and cooed at the feeling. “And this right here,” said Nash, licking his lips, “it’s so tight and so wet in there. We want so much more of you, Megan.”

  Megan pushed back with her bottom against Pearce’s pumping rod and accepted another kiss from Nash. “Have me. Please…have me.”

  “How about giving us a good-morning suck?” asked Nash.

  “Love to,” Megan said.

  Nash leaned back and Megan leaned over him. Pearce followed her movements, keeping close to her and keeping his groping hand at her breasts, until she lay over Nash and began by kissing the hairy plates of his pecs and circling his nipples with her tongue. He sifted his fingers through her hair and groaned out, “Mmm, yeah, that’s nice. Go down on me, baby. That’s it…”

  Megan licked her way down the musculature and hair of Nash’s torso with the tip of her tongue until she reached the dark thatch of his pubic hair, which had a musky smell of perspiration and man-custard that aroused her all the more. She buried her nose in his pubes and breathed deeply of him, filling her senses with the promise of his sex. Then she licked her way down to the base of his woody pipe, and down over the quivering length of the shaft, reaching the head that protruded from his wreath of foreskin and swirling her tongue around it, licking up the golden bead that it served her. Nash cursed with appreciation, and with a long, slow swallow, Megan took two-thirds of his hard-on to the back of her mouth.

  Behind her, Pearce lifted her bottom into the air and began to kiss and lick it up and down and all over, loving her buttocks with his lips and tongue and rustling the stubble of his jaw against it, giving her the most deliciously rough and prickly sensation. After kissing and licking and nuzzling every inch of her bottom, Pearce parted his legs and maneuvered himself to put his face under and between them. Grasping the cheeks of her ass, he lifted his face to her glistening sex and began to lick it with long, wet, savory strokes of his tongue.

  With Pearce’s mouth working at her womanhood and her own mouth feasting on Nash’s maleness, Megan’s morning became a thing of unfolding joy. The one twin tasted so good, the other filled her with the delight of his loving her taste. Pearce’s tongue found her nub and licked and swirled at it, creating eddies of pleasure that drifted through her body and drove her on to enjoy his brother even more.

  Megan took long, deep pulls of Nash’s hard-on that turned his handsome face into a mask of sexual abandon, then let his erection slip bobbing from her mouth while she turned her attention to his luscious sac and filled her mouth with one of his juicy berries, then the other, then both. Nash tossed his head madly, ecstatically, winding his fingers deeply in Megan’s hair.

  “Fuck! Oh, shit, yeah! Suck those balls! UUUHHH!” Megan happily obliged him, gorging herself on Nash’s soft fruits, until at last she needed more of the thick and pulsing stalk that attached to them, and she returned to swallowing his length. Meanwhile Pearce’s tongue worked relentlessly at her fleshy buzzer and he probed with two fingers into her deep, womanly reaches, lighting her up inside.

  Pearce withdrew his face and climbed out from between her legs. He moved up beside Nash and Megan and stroked Megan’s shoulder while she orally pleased his brother. “Lie back down,” he said. “I’ve got something for you.”

  Taking one last, long suck at Nash, Megan let his tool slip from her mouth again and lay back down between the brothers. “Move over a bit,” he said to Nash. His twin slid slightly aside, giving Pearce space to straddle Megan’s bosom and move his pole to her lips. Knowing what he wanted to do to her now, and loving it, Megan let him ease his straining length into her mouth.

  When he sensed he was as far over her tongue as his erection could comfortably go, Pearce g
ently grasped Megan’s head in his hands and started to buck and rock back and forth, pumping himself in and out of her mouth. He reared back his head and gulped deeply of the air while Megan gulped deeply of him.

  Nash took the opportunity to climb down below, spread Megan’s legs apart, and bury his head deep between them, taking her sex fully into his mouth and probing her deeply with his tongue. With Pearce’s appendage penetrating her mouth and Nash’s tongue doing the same to her sex, Megan swam in a sea of doubled and redoubled pleasure. It felt like all the pleasure in the world—limitless, boundless joy. She reveled in their perfection and their desire. There could be nothing more beautiful in all the world than this—except what she knew was soon to follow.

  After many long, deep slurps at Megan’s lady parts, Nash came up to a crouch and climbed over to where Pearce had been lying between Megan and the fireplace. He watched his brother pump himself in and out of Megan’s mouth and grinned lustily at him. “Ready to fuck her down there?”

  “In a minute,” Pearce gulped. “Let me have a little more of her mouth. Damn, it’s good…” He bucked on, and Megan grasped and squeezed his thrusting buttocks, encouraging him to take as much as he wanted. Nash watched, his pole quivering at the feelings of pleasure the two of them emitted, anxious for the next—and best—event.

  “Come on, man, she’s ready for you,” said Nash.

  Grunting through clenched teeth, Pearce slipped his shaft from Megan’s mouth. She took a long, deep, and satisfied breath with her mouth no longer full of him. With a gulp, Pearce maneuvered himself lower on Megan’s body and brought his face down to kiss the mouth where his meat had been. He put his crotch between her thighs, which she had kept open after being serviced by Nash, and smoothly slid his pole all the way into her slippery-wet groove.

  Sheathed all the way inside Megan, Pearce began to hump with a quick, urgent vigor, slapping his balls against her mound and making firecracker bursts of pleasure inside her. Megan wrapped her arms around his neck and brought up her thighs around his hips, taking all of his desire and lust and making it her own.

  Nash, lying beside them, ran his knuckles up and down Megan’s thigh as he watched his brother enthusiastically screw her. “That’s it, give it to her good,” he said. And to Megan: “You like that, huh? You like getting it in the morning…”

  Megan was too caught up in the pleasure of Pearce pounding inside her to respond in words. Her delighted moans were Nash’s answer.

  “Yeah, take it,” said Nash. “My dick’s next, baby. Mine’s next…” He took one of Megan’s hands from around Pearce’s neck and guided it down between Nash’s own legs. Instinctively, Megan took hold of the long piece of galvanized flesh at Nash’s crotch and began to stroke and fondle it, savoring one brother’s hardness in her hand and the other one’s hardness ramming in and out of her passage.

  She pushed up against Pearce, making sure to take every last bit of him. That was what she wanted, every last bit of both of them. Her body and her soul cried out for everything that they had, and knew they were ready to give it. Pearce screwed her on and on, claiming and conquering her—and preparing her for the same from his twin.

  At last Megan gave out a wail as if she were dying and coming to life at once, and the feeling of her orgasm, driven by the synchronicity of her body and Pearce’s, rippled out of her and into Pearce. Nash jolted with his pole in Megan’s grasp, the empathy of her climax spilling into him as well. Pearce went stiff all over, his head tossed back, his mouth wide open but his body too filled with ecstasy for a sound to come out. The orgasm raked through him as well, bringing a wet explosion from the head of his rod into Megan’s womb.

  He ejaculated in one thick burst after another until he was spent, and he collapsed, gasping out passionate curses, on top of her. He and Megan lay there, Megan under him and wrapped around him except for the one hand still holding Nash’s erection, and took a long moment to catch their breath. Nash waited until he sensed Pearce could move again after that shattering orgasm, then nudged his brother’s shoulder. “Climb off; let me have her.”

  Almost grudgingly, Pearce removed himself from atop Megan and settled down on the opposite side of her, while Nash took her hand from his tool and kissed it. Then he mounted Megan and moved his erection into place. Dazed and dizzy but ready for more, Megan bent her knees and nestled Nash between her thighs, and Nash slipped his length into the tight and turgid mix of Megan’s wetness and what his brother had given her.

  Nash’s sex became as sweet as it was hard and aggressive. While pumping his wooden piece inside her with all the urgent, ardent, passionate force he could bring, he began to kiss her—tenderly, sweetly kiss her—and whisper things at her: “Yeah, baby, you’re good. Mmm, you’re so good. I love how tight you are in there. Oh, baby, it’s so good in you—so good…”

  Megan wrapped him up in her arms and returned his kisses, pouring into her kisses all the joy and rapture she felt at what he was doing so hard and yet so beautifully inside her. The rough beats of his crotch against her mound became another heartbeat. But nothing was so wonderful as the thrusting beats of his maleness into her depths. How would she ever have enough of him—or of them?

  Was there even any such thing as enough of Nash and Pearce? How could there be, when they were so male, so horny and lustful, so dirty and sexy, so utterly perfect? Megan let their mouths and their loins melt together and his long, thick hardness stretch and fill her inside. Her body and her womanhood begged for more, and Nash gave it to her hard, beating and thrusting on and on.

  Megan and Nash fell completely into sync: his thrusts into her, the arches of her back and her pushes up against him, even their breathing. They became as one body, one reaction to the pure and all-consuming rapture of Nash’s burning sex. Orgasm took them over. They cried out together and every cell of their bodies vibrated as one amid the outpouring of Nash’s thick white smoothie deep inside her.

  Their bodies stayed locked together while Nash’s piece throbbed within Megan, spurting out more dollops of his cream until he was completely spent. After they came, he came to rest upon her. Pearce, lying beside him, shared the afterglow of what his brother had finished. All three of them relished the invisible bonds that shared sex was weaving between them. Silence settled over the trio, the sated and satisfied silence that only the completion of the greatest pleasure in the world could bring.

  Nash dismounted and the trio folded themselves up into a unit of bodies, lying in the warmth and the scent of what the brothers had done to her. Megan sighed. “This is definitely the best way to start the day.” In agreement, the twins chuckled, and kissed her and held her. The best part of it was that the day was still young.

  They did not bother to dress when they went upstairs to the master suite. They walked up naked together to the room where the Maguire twins did their “entertaining,” and Pearce went into the bathroom to get her a glass of water to wash down her pill. Then they led her into the bathroom, to the shower.

  It came as no surprise that the sunken bath and shower stall area, enclosed by glass partitions, in the master bathroom was large enough for three. “We had a very understanding lycanthrope contractor build it for us when we inherited the house,” Pearce explained. The brothers let Megan step into the shower before them. They turned on the jet of warm water. They soaped Megan up and she returned the favor. After everything they had done to her and she to them downstairs, it was a new and sensuous kind of foreplay for the brothers to lather up her breasts, her bottom, and her lady parts.

  It gave Megan a slippery, tingly-wet feeling that made her ready for anything. What she loved just as much was the fun of lathering up their returning erections, feeling their hardened members slipping and sliding through her handfuls of suds, and the plumpness of their fleshy sacs in her lather-filled palms. They all laughed together at the playfulness of it, the brothers slathering her breasts and nipples with soap.

  It felt so deliciously “dirty” to clean up this
way. Nash and Pearce took turns pulling her into kisses, and they steamed up the shower stall as much as the hot water itself. Once they rinsed each other off and shut off the water, the brothers, with twin looks of lusty mischief, backed themselves up soaking-wet against the wall and presented themselves to her with erections pointed at her like the barrels of twin shotguns of desire.

  “Go down on us again,” said Nash.

  “Right here,” said Pearce.

  Grinning with sensual glee, dripping with water and drenched with arousal, Megan approached them, dropped to her knees, and took one hard-on in each hand. Gazing up at them teasingly, she asked, “Who’s first?”

  “Your pick,” Nash replied.

  Nash on the left of her, Pierce on the right: identical, dripping erections, equally luscious, both ready for her. Which one first? Which one…? Moving forward to the left, she took Nash’s meat into her mouth and began to suck greedily, bringing groans of approval from Nash.

  Pearce petted Megan’s slick and drenched hair while she bobbed her head back and forth, gorging herself on Nash’s member. “Damn, look how she sucks that dick. She loves it.”