by Beth Rosalee
Tate is looking at me wide-eyed as I finish, but doesn’t immediately respond, so I continue.
“I mean, if I can keep my pussy in check for long enough,” I say ruefully, making Tate growl and his massive cock twitches at the mention of my pussy.
“Come here,” he finally responds, growling into my mind, trying to climb back on top of me.
I giggle and jump up.
“It seems I need another shower before we try talking again.”
Tate jumps up as well, trying to follow me into the bathroom, but I stop him with my hand.
“No, you get dressed and go wait with the guys; I’ll only be a minute.”
Pouting, Tate tries to move my hand to get closer to me.
“Please, Pussycat,” He begs with puppy dog eyes, and I smack his chest while laughing.
“No, now go, mister. Before I tell Gray about your hope for a kitten tattoo on him.”
He gasps in mock shock.
“You wouldn’t!” he says, taking a step closer with a naughty smirk on his face.
“Oh I would….GRAY!!!!” I shout as he scrambles to cover my mouth, in the process grabbing ahold of me and pulling me closer.
“You rotten pussycat!” he says; then, starts tickling me and I squeal in surprise, giggling uncontrollably.
I’m trying to get away, squirming every which way, when Gray busts in the door. He looks all around with glowing eyes, seeming to be looking for danger, until his eyes settle on us.
“What the hell is going on?” he snarls angrily, although he can’t completely hide the heated look entering his eyes or the colossal bugle that instantly tents his pants.
He takes in our naked forms, well my naked form, and I think he might’ve suddenly forgot Tate was here if the look he is giving me is anything to go by. My pussy throbs and I’m instantaneously thrown back into the mating frenzy. It seems my body will only stay sated in the presence of whoever I’ve mated with.
“Gray, I-I, I’m sorry; we were only playing,” I say, panting as I extract myself from Tate and slowly start prowling towards Gray.
All instinct takes over me. He snarls at the challenger, his wolf not liking to be made into prey. In a flash, he is in front of me and walking me back into the wall. The snarl never leaves his face as I haven’t dropped eye contact with him.
He reaches up and grabs me by the throat, forcing my body to press into the wall, but it doesn’t hurt or scare me. My pussy throbs painfully and my juices drip down my leg with how turned on I am right now. He inhales sharply and growls, his teeth lengthening as his wolf pushes forth even more.
“Mine,” he says in his deep voice, only there is a distinct rumble to it now that isn’t human.
I’m frozen in wonton lust, unable to form even a cohesive thought. He leans down to kiss me, only he pauses just before he touches my lips. Looking into my eyes, he seems to be battling something within himself. I can’t read the look entering his eyes. He closes them, taking a deep breath. He shakes his head and pulls away from me.
“No.”
That’s all he says before he turns and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Wide-eyed, confused, and still feeling that deep need to mate, I look around the room only now just realizing that Tate had left at some point during Gray’s and my exchange. Feeling completely rejected, I slide down the wall and bawl my eyes out.
Chapter 29
Celia
I don’t know how long I sit there curled into myself, crying, but eventually the tears stop and I feel someone pick me up and walk me into the bathroom. I inhale and I know that it’s Liam. I snuggle closer as he flips on the shower with one hand. He walks me over to the bathroom counter and gently places me down on it. I gasp at the cold and my eyes fly open.
“It’s ok, pretty girl, I’ve got you. I’m just going to help you wash. Gray told me what happened before he left. He’s afraid, Celia, afraid of hurting you after you’ve been hurt for so long.”
I nod in understanding, even though I don’t really understand. Gray has kept his distance from me since the night they rescued me. I have spent time with every one of them, but him. He is still basically a stranger to me. I just want to know him, but it seems he doesn’t want the same. As I think this, the tears start back up.
“Hey, hey, don’t cry, pretty girl. He will come around, I promise. Why don’t you take a shower and get freshened up, then we will try that talk again,” Liam says, wiping my tears, then smoothing my hair back out of my face.
I look into his eyes and remember that I’m butt-naked and he is trying his best to keep his eyes on mine. Svana surges forward in that moment of realization, growling mate into my head. I am slammed with that now familiar heat licking over my body and the deliciously painful throb in my core, demanding that I take my next mate now or be consumed by the flames.
“Will you join me?” I whisper a little shyly, still feeling the sting of rejection even through the heat of passion consumes me.
“Gods, I was hoping you would ask that,” Liam says as he starts stripping out of his clothes.
He is absolutely beautiful. Liam is the tallest of the four of them, beating Gray by only a few inches; he has a stockier build than Tate, who has a swimmer build. Liam is more of an athletic build, like a quarterback. His skin is a sun-kissed golden color and I just want to lick all of him. He has a light feathering of hair on his defined chest, it matches his chestnut colored hair. So does the happy trail that leads down past his Adonis belt -those things make me drool- to the smattering of hair above his hefty shaft.
What are they feeding these men, I think- apparently very loudly, as I hear two different laughs through the bond.
“We are a special breed, Pussycat,” Tate says, still laughing.
“Get out of my head!” I mentally yell at them.
Then, I jump down off the counter and move to my knees. Looking up at Liam, I grab his cock. I can’t even touch my fingers around him, that’s how thick he is. I stroke it a few times, making him drop his head back and moan. It’s a good thing the we heal fast; well, I do whenever Svana comes forward. I honestly don’t understand how these men even fit inside of me. I’m going to try and fit this beast in my mouth though.
I grab the base of his shaft and position it at my mouth, sticking my tongue out as I swipe it over the head, licking up his pre-come. I moan at the salty-sweet taste of him; then, open my mouth wide and suck his head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around before sliding further down his shaft. I press my tongue flat on the bottom of it as I go. He groans some more; then, wraps his hands in my hair, holding onto it snugly.
I pull back and open wide and push down as far as I can, only reaching two thirds of the way down. Even with throat stuffed, I try holding it there for a moment, enjoying the stretch and burn. I pull back when I can’t hold my breath anymore and slobber starts to run down my chin. I reach up to wipe it away, when he pulls one hand lose from my hair and slaps my hand away.
“Leave it,” he growls with a heated look in his eyes.
I’m a little shocked at the demanding tone this gentle giant suddenly has- it’s fucking hot. I’ve always wanted to be dominated in a safe and loving environment where I can free to give up my submission, and it looks like Liam is about to give me that. My already soaking-wet pussy drips down my thigh and settles at my knees on the floor.
“Relax your throat, pretty girl, I’m going to fuck it now,” Liam orders, wrapping both hands back into my hand.
Instead of doing what he said, he lightly tugs on my hair until I release him. Then he lifts me back onto the counter so that he can talk to me.
“You’ve never had a Dom/Sub experience, right?” he asks me while looking into my eyes.
I shake my head no.
“Ok, Pretty Girl, here are some rules. Honesty is always the first rule. I need to know how you are always feeling, so express yourself clearly. Secondly, head nods and shakes are only acceptable if you are unable to use your mouth, otherw
ise you will respond properly. You are only allowed to call me ‘Sir’ while we play. Lastly, and most importantly, are safe words. But since this is your first time, we will start off with green, yellow, and red. Green means you are good; yellow means that you need a minute, and red means it’s too much- so I will stop immediately. We won’t be getting too heavy into it now, but I still wanted to make sure we were both comfortable with this. Just remember you are always in control of the situation. Does that all sound good to you, Pretty Girl?”
“Yes, Sir; it sounds perfect,” I tell him while I realize that apparently his dominating ways have subdued my frantic mating call.
It’s still there, but it doesn’t feel out of control this time. I’m panting at the anticipation of this actually happening, so I say the first word that pops into my head.
“Burrito.”
I scrunch my eyebrows at my own word, then giggle.
“Alright, I guess we are doing safe words. I think that’s a pretty good one, too. I highly doubt you will yell out burrito in the middle of a scene from pleasure,” he says chuckling with me, shaking his head a bit. “Now, back on your knees Pretty Girl, and open your mouth up wide. Relax your throat for me.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say and do exactly as I’m told.
Once I’m in position, he says, “Clasp your hands behind your back and don’t let go unless you need to stop. Letting them go will be your red while my cock is down your throat.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I grip my hands tightly together behind my back; then, open my mouth wide and relax my throat for him. I imagine yawning to do so. I nearly come for the excitement this is bringing me. As soon as he is satisfied, he puts his heavy cock in my mouth and fucks my face until he comes deep down my throat.
“I’m coming, Pretty Girl, make sure you swallow every drop; take a deep breath.”
I do.
He groans and his dick throbs hard in my throat as he feeds me every single drop, wiping the head on my tongue as he pulls out. I inhale deeply catching my breath.
“Good girl, you did a wonderful job. Now, let’s get in the shower so I can fuck that sweet-smelling cunt of yours and officially make you mine.”
He reaches down and lifts me by my armpits, setting me on my feet. I step under the warm spray and sigh at the feeling. I seriously love this shower so much. Liam steps in with me and claims my mouth, pressing his tongue between my lips asking for entry as he pushes me up against the wall by his hands on my hips. Once I’m flush with the wall, he drags his hands slowly up my sides and around to my breast, pinching my nipples softly and rolling them between his fingers, never once breaking the kiss.
I gasp in his mouth from the sensation and grind my pussy against his thigh, seeking friction there, since he is so tall and I’m so short. Keeping one hand on my breast, he lets the other travel back down my body as I grab his arms for support. He uses his knee to spread my legs, then swipes his finger through my folds down to my opening. Circling it a few times, collecting my juices, he then pushes one finger slowly inside of me. I mewl into his mouth as he slowly pumps his finger in and out of my pussy. Adding a second finger, he curls them as my orgasms builds rapidly from all the stimulation. He taps his thumb on my clit a few times and I completely lose it all over his hand.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I moan as I pull away from his lips.
Pulling his fingers out of me, he lifts them, and tastes me on his hand.
Fuck, that is sexy.
“You taste so good, Pretty Girl.”
“I’ve changed my mind. I just need you inside me, right now Sir. Please.”
He lifts up by my ass, wrapping my legs around his hips, not needing to be asked twice.
“Anything you want, Pretty Girl, but we definitely play soon. I can’t wait to spank that pretty little ass of yours; it will mark so nicely for me,” he responds while giving me a sharp smack on said ass.
I press closer to him with a gasp, loving the sting of his hand of my wet skin.
“I’d really like that,” I whisper as he rubs his cock up and down my pussy, circling my clit a few times, making sure he is nice and wet with my juices.
He lines his engorged erection up with my drenched slit; then, slams home in one powerful thrust. My eyes roll into the back of my head with the pleasure and relief, mixed with a bit of pain that I feel as he fills me. “
Fuck, why are you all so damn big!” I huff out as my body adjusts to his size.
He laughs at me, making his cock press in just a little bit more and we both moan with the complete feeling. Once my greedily little cunt is ready for more, she gives him a squeeze.
“Mmm, I’m about to fuck you hard and fast. Hold on, Pretty Girl,” he rumbles in my ear.
I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life.
I nibble his ear and tell him, “Fuck me hard, Sir.”
He growls, draping my thighs over his forearms, then grabs ahold of my ass. He backs me away from the wall and, using his powerful body, he does exactly that. Pulling out all the way to the tip, he flexes his arms, pulling me to him as he thrusts his hips, slamming home again. I fucking scream in white hot ecstasy at the mix of pain and pleasure that he creates. He continues to slam in and out of me while he watches where we are joined.
His noises of enjoyment join the animalistic grunts, growls, and moans that are forced from my throat with the power of his thrusts. My second orgasm sneaks up and slams through me before I can even process what is happening. All I can do is throw my head back and scream for the whole world to hear.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck, Sir!”
Once I final come back down to earth, panting with stars in my eyes, Liam tries to set me on my feet. My legs are jelly at this point; so, I would fall if he didn’t have a tight grip on my hips. He spins me around so that my back is to his chest.
Still gripping my hips, he tells me, “Bend over as far as you can, Pretty Girl.”
Being as flexible as I am, I bend completely in half, grabbing my own ankles with my head pressed against them as well.
“Is this good, Sir?” I ask with a bit of sass.
In answer, he lets go of one of my hips; then, I feel cool air and the hard stinging slap against my damp skin. I gasp and shoot back up from my folded over position.
“Naughty girls get spanked; now, bend back over,” he growls.
Doing as I’m told, he bends his knees to get level with my small frame, then slides back through my folds. With the sensation of my ass stinging and him fucking me like my life depends on it, my third orgasm is there in a flash.
“Oh stars, I’m coming again!” I shout at my feet as my hold body tenses up.
“That’s it, Pretty Girl, come for me again.”
He reaches down and grabs me by the hair and pulls me back to a standing position, never breaking his rhythm. He pulls my back flush to his chest, wrapping one arm up through my breast to my throat; then, he slides the other down to my clit,
“Now, it’s my turn, Pretty Girl.”
He speeds back up, using my throat as leverage as he thrusts, grunting in pleasure as my throbbing pussy continues to squeeze him. His thrusts become erratic as he reaches for his climax.
He starts rubbing my clit is short fast circles, whispering in my ear, “Come for me one more time, baby.”
And I do.
With a gasp, I squirt all down his cock as my pussy spasms and squeezes him.
Using his grip on my throat, he moves my head to give him access to my throat, and right where my throat and shoulder meets, he bites down hard as my climax starts to subside. The sharp sting throws me right back into another one. With one last thrust and a deep low groan, he empties every last drop inside of me. Releasing my shoulder, he cleans the bite; then, pulls out. I start to protest until he turns me around, lifting one leg, then gently slides back inside of me and presents his neck to me.
Smiling, I lean forward, feeling my teeth lengthen as I do. I bite him in the same spot
as the others; then, lick the wound clean. I lean back and look him in the eyes.
“There is a-”
My warning is cut off with a low groan escaping me, this one is much stronger than the first two. Liam just grits his teeth through it. Clearly, the guys have been able to chat a bit, he seems prepared, where Tate wasn’t.
“I guess you were already prepared for that; let’s see what your mark is,” I say, moving his head so that I can get a clear view.
He lifts me up the rest of the way, wrapping my legs around him, effectively pulling out his soft dick in the process. “
It’s an owl with a crown on top; why do y’all have crowns on yours, but mine are just matching animals?” I contemplate out loud.
Liam sets me down; then, turns the shower back on, putting his hand under the water until he is satisfied with the temperature. He moves me under the spray, getting my hair wet. Then, he turns me around and grabs the shampoo and starts washing my hair as he responds through the link in our minds. A moan slips out as he massages my scalp.
“My thought is that because you are a goddess claiming us, you likely have more to you than an average wolf. You are certainly the largest that I have ever seen. Anyway, I’m thinking it is like a symbol of royalty or something like that, claiming and marking us for all to see. But that is just an educated guess. We are all in unfamiliar territory here, Pretty Girl.”
Finished scrubbing my hair, he turns me around to help me rinse it and sees me crying.
“What’s wrong, Celia?” he says out loud.
“I’m sorry. I just… I’ve never had anyone wash my hair or take care of me like this before. It feels amazing,” I sniffle, trying to stop the tears. “I also think all this hot and cold with my body is effecting my emotions.”
