Lords of the Hill: BBW Werewolf Erotica (Smut-Shorties Book 3)

by Mina Carter

His access unfettered now, Darrick dipped strong fingers under her waistband and groaned. “Such soft skin. Pretty. Is it all like this?”

  She gasped as Verne nipped the fleshy part of her earlobe, sending thrills shooting through her. Arousal and need swirled through her body, making her pussy ache. Liquid heat slipped from her, dampening her panties. The swift intake of breath from both men let her know they’d picked up the scent of her arousal and her cheeks burnt.

  “Oh yeah,” Verne rasped, strong fingers beneath her chin to turn her head so she had to look at him. “She likes this. She likes this a lot.”

  Chapter Three

  Hell yeah, she liked it. It was all her Christmas and birthday wishes come true in one go with a huge dollop of sex-deprived fantasy. She still couldn’t believe it was happening. Mind you, it was possible, probable even, that she’d slipped while photographing the manor and hit her head on a rock. Yes, that had to be it. She was lying unconscious somewhere in the dark, and her mind had created this fantasy to keep her occupied until help arrived.

  That decided, she relaxed into their hold, looking up at Verne. This was a dream, so she might as well enjoy it. He smiled, the expression softening the harsh, dark features of his face as he leaned in to kiss her.

  She’d been expecting a hard kiss. Dominant. Demanding. Instead his lips touched hers in the softest brush. A caress so soft she chased him to get more of it. He smiled, lips curving against hers and gave her what she wanted. Hand in her nape he held her head still and plundered her lips.

  She gasped as he dominated the kiss, parting her lips and driving his tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers. Unlike past boyfriends who’d used their tongues like a weapon, stabbing deep, or worse still, swirling the damn thing around until she felt like she was on a spin cycle, Verne teased and caressed. Tempted her to join the erotic dance with him.

  Darrick wasn’t idle. His lips whispered over the side of her neck and his hand grew bolder. With a deft move, he popped the buttons on her jeans one by one. She’d lost weight, so the denim was a little large and slid from her hips as soon as the tension holding them up was released. He rumbled his approval close to her ear while his teeth scraped her skin, making her moan.

  Darrick’s large hand followed her jeans, found the lacy edge of her panties and stopped to trace along it. Her pussy ached, tendrils of need spiraling out through her limbs. Her clit pulsed, just begging for his touch. She rocked her hips against his hand, trying to get him to where she needed him.

  He nipped her neck again in response, and she almost went into meltdown there and then. She needed this, needed them. Needed more. Her back arched and her head dropped back on Darrick’s shoulder. He held her with ease, his strength thrilling her. His fingertips slid under the satin of her panties at the same time Verne shoved her t-shirt up over her bust.

  “Fucking hell… Those are pretty,” he groaned, his hands on her tits.

  She whimpered at the dual assault. It took Verne less than a second to slide his fingers in the cups of her bra and tuck them away under the curve of her breasts. Her nipples popped free from their confinement. Already hardening in the cool night air, they ached for Verne’s touch. She arched her back a little more, but he needed no encouragement.

  A low groan rumbled through his chest and he bent his head. His tongue flicked over the beaded nub at the same time Darrick slipped his hand between her legs and stroked a finger between her wet folds.

  “Ahhhh…” she moaned, trying to arch and rock at the same time to get more of the delicious sensations the two men afforded her. Her body was a battleground of delights and it was a battle she was both winning and losing. Winning because each flick of Verne’s tongue over her nipples, and each stroke of Darrick’s fingers along her pussy lips, sent the tension in her core higher. Losing because with each moment she came closer to unravelling.

  “So hot and wet,” Darrick panted by her ear, his cock pressed against her back. She twisted her wrist to break his grip and slipped her hand between them to cup his hard length. He groaned, his fingers sliding upward to rub over her clit. She hissed between her teeth, rubbing herself against him. She rode his hand as sparks of pleasure fizzled in her veins. The rough skin against her sensitive flesh… She shivered. Amazing.

  “That’s it. Ride it…” he moved, dipping his knees to shove two fingers deep into her soaked pussy. This time they both groaned, the sound loud in the darkness.

  “Fuck, you’re tight.” He pulled his fingers back, then pushed in again, finger fucking her as Verne feasted on her breasts. He pushed the twin mounds together and flicked his tongue between her nipples, before turning to one and nipping lightly. With each small pain she gasped more, liquid heat bathing Darrick’s fingers.

  “She’s so ready for this, Verne. Move down…” Darrick nuzzled under her ear. This time she didn’t even try to stay upright, sagging in his arms and letting him take her weight. Verne kissed each of her nipples as though in a brief goodbye, then slid to his knees. His stubble brushed against her belly when he trailed a line of soft kisses, making her shiver.

  Darrick pulled his fingers out of her pussy and she whimpered in distress. She needed him back there, needed him, or Verne, to fill her more than she needed air to breathe or the ground to stand on.

  “Shhh,” Verne muttered against her stomach and placed a kiss on her skin before hooking fingers in her panties. She shucked a breath in as they divested her of jeans and panties, then sneakers and socks in one go, leaving her naked from the waist.

  “You smell delicious.” Verne’s words were hot puffs of air against her pussy as he lifted and parted her legs to loop them over his broad shoulders. His tongue snaked out and swept along her wet nether lips. She cried out, the sound strangled.

  He growled, grabbed her hips in a tight grip and licked again, from slit all the way up to her clit in one long sweep. A low moan broke from her throat, echoed by a second one when Darrick, supporting her upper body, reached around and cupped her breasts. He pressed them together, capturing a nipple to roll between thumb and forefinger. Then, in a move they had to have practiced, he pinched gently just as Verne sucked on her clit.

  Hard pleasure rolled through her, tightening into a knot behind her clit. Her pussy clenched, the yearning to be filled stealing her breath. She didn’t hold back the soft moans and whimpers tumbling from her lips. She’d never been so turned on before, so aroused. So hot and wet. For them, both of them.

  “How’s that, love?” Darrick tweaked her nipples again, sending sparks cascading through her veins. “You like this? The two of us touching you?”

  She managed a nod in reply, unable to utter a word that wasn’t a moan or whimper.

  Verne’s hands cupped her ass, tilting her hips for better access. They held her between them, a plaything for their pleasure. She wouldn’t argue with that, not when Verne swept his tongue down and circled the dripping entrance to her cunt. With no warning, he stabbed the nubile organ deep. Tongue-fucked her with a growl that vibrated against her clit.

  Oh god, that was... She arched with a cry, riding his face.

  “That’s it, love.” Darrick’s voice was a silken temptation. “Come for us… Let Verne taste your release and we’ll both fuck you. You want that? Being fucked by two alpha wolves?”

  She tried a nod, but it was no good. Darrick’s crude words had broken the dam of her control. She couldn’t hold it back anymore and pleasure washed over her in a torrent. Her mouth opened in a soundless cry, her hips rocking. Verne didn’t let up though, licking and sucking her clit even as she shattered apart in their arms.

  “Fuck… She smells fantastic.” Darrick’s lips were hot on her neck. She turned her head, seeking his mouth. Where Verne had been soft at first, Darrick wasn’t. His kiss was hard and demanding. Exactly what she needed. She kissed him back, lips and tongues entwining in a torrid embrace.

  Verne pulled away, handling her as though she weighed nothing. Hands under her ass, he still supported he
r as he stood. “She tastes even better,” he said, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

  He reached out, and ran his free hand down her curves. Somewhere between kneeling and standing, he’d released his cock and the thick, wide head brushed against her. She bit her lip as her clit ached, her pussy clenching hard. She needed him to push forward, to fill her to the hilt but the heat in his amber gaze held her captive.

  He dipped his knees, hand between them to fit the head of his cock against her. Then he paused, his eyes seeking hers. Like he was asking permission.

  “Yes, yes… Get on with it,” she panted, trying to push forward. The thick head of his cock pressed into her, parting the delicate tissues. The world stopped, time paused as her body stretched around him.

  He grunted, head dropped forward, and a shudder racked his body. Tension held him rigid, apart from his fingers which dug into her hips. Slowly, he eased forward. Not an all-out, balls-to-the-wall thrust to get inside her as she’d expected. Instead, he pushed in a little, then drew back, then pushed further. A see-saw motion that worked his cock deeper inside her little by little.

  She gasped, her body wracked with sensation. Her kiss with Darrick trailed off as she tried to process the tight, almost painful stretch as Verne impaled her on his thick shaft inch by slow inch. She sucked a hard breath in, then let it out, and nodded when he looked up at her, amber eyes half-hidden by his long dark hair full of concern.

  “It’ll feel good soon, love.” Darrick’s assurances weren’t needed but sweet anyway. She nodded and tilted her head to allow him to kiss along her neck. Verne’s hips met hers and he stopped, fully seated in her. The sensation was indescribable. Full and hot and tight, but perfect.

  Time slowed to a crawl as her body fought to accept the invasion but within seconds the tight feeling faded. She knew of every inch of him. Every ridge. Every vein as he throbbed within her. And it felt fantastic.

  The need to move overtook her, and she shifted. His cock moved within her, stroking her inner walls with a delicious friction that rolled her eyes back in her head. Verne barked a curse, his fingers digging deep enough to bruise. She didn’t care. She needed more.

  “Again,” she demanded, rolling her hips against him but he needed no instruction. Lips curling back from his teeth, he pulled back, then shoved back into her in quick succession. The movement made them both groan.

  “Your wish is our command.”

  Darrick cupped her breasts again, teasing her nipples as Verne set up a hard and fast pace. The sounds of sex filled the air; skin slapping against skin, soft moans and masculine groans. She arched between them, rocking her hips against Verne’s as he fucked her. It was so good. She wanted it to last forever. But her own body conspired against her, her pussy clenching in ripples around Verne’s thick cock.

  “That’s it,” he panted, pausing at the end of a thrust to grind his pelvis against hers. The pressure against her clit made her eyes roll back in her head and her cunt clench harder. “Cum over my cock. I want to feel it all.”

  She whimpered, trying to hold it all inside, but he did the thing with his hips again, pressing against her clit. Then again. On the fourth time there was no way stopping it. Biting her lip, she shattered apart, coming hard and fast as ecstasy wrapped her up in its coils.

  Chapter Four

  She was awash with pleasure but that didn’t stop Nat pouting as, after two more hard thrusts, Verne pulled out of her. He hadn’t come yet but the wet slurp made her blush. She’d never been so wet in all her life.

  “Easy, love. You won’t be lonely for long,” Verne muttered while they moved with her between them to the ground. Soft moss and her spread jacket cushioned them. From standing between them, she straddled Darrick, who looked up at her with heat and undisguised need in his eyes. A look that almost bordered on desperation. With a smile, she reached out and stroked her fingertips across his cheek.

  He turned to kiss her fingers, reaching between them. The broad head of his cock fit into position at her slick entrance. With a sigh, she sank over him.

  And stopped.

  Her eyes widened. Even as slick as she was, Darrick was much bigger than Verne. Could she even take it all? Panicking, she tried to lift up, but Verne was behind her, the warm strength of his body against her back and the still hard length of his cock against the groove of her ass.

  “Shhh, love. Take it slow, it’ll be fine.”

  As he spoke, his hand slid around her body, clever fingers sliding down to locate her clit. The rough pad of his finger swiped over the still sensitive bundle and she squeaked. A sound that became a soft moan as he worked her back up into a frenzy of need. She relaxed, becoming boneless under his ministrations and slipped another half inch down the thick bar of Darrick’s cock.

  She was split, almost to the point of tearing, but she didn’t care. The fingers against her clit and then hands on her tits played her body like a fine violin. She floated, arching her back to loop her arms up and back around Verne’s neck. Weight suspended, she eased back until she was almost off Darrick’s cock.

  She could do this. She would do this. Her way.

  Relaxing again, she altered the angle of her hips and let gravity impale her over Darrick. He groaned, tension and the control it was taking him to stay still written in his expression. She rocked over him, and pushed down. Fire speared through her pussy but it felt so good she didn’t stop, couldn’t. Not until she sat fully on him and his cock pulsed deep inside her. Her limbs quivered, her pussy throbbing. God, she’d never felt this way before. Never been so stuffed in all her life.

  “Oh fuck, that’s good.” Darrick reached out, pulling her towards him for a long, hard mating of tongues. Verne’s hands disappeared, the man himself gone somewhere, but she didn’t have time to question that, not when Darrick’s cock filled her so delightfully. He rocked his hips under her little by little. Each small move was bliss. Utter bliss. She moaned, nipping at his lip.

  His response was to growl and up his pace, holding her hips until he slammed into her with an energy that spiraled her need higher.

  “You’re gorgeous,” Darrick panted, his face plain to see in the moonlight. Sweat beaded on his brow as he fucked her, hard and fast. Then Verne was back, something sliding against her leg as his warm chest brushed her back.

  “Did you miss me?” he breathing, pushing her hair aside to kiss along her neck. “Didn’t take me long to get us a few supplies to make things more… Comfortable.”

  She nodded, a moan on her lips as she tilted her head to the side to allow him better access. As long as they kept fucking her, she didn’t care what supplies he wanted to get.

  Hot lips on her neck were followed by Verne’s hands over her tits. He cupped the generous mounds in big hands, then rolled her nipples between his fingers. She arched her back, pushing away from Darrick with her hand on his broad chest, caught between the dual sensations.

  He lay back, hips pumping and watched her with glittering eyes. His gaze latched onto her lips with hunger and he reached out, pulling her down for another hard kiss. She melted against him, body pliant and submissive to their touch.

  Verne’s hands slid across her back again, then smoothed over the rounded curve of her ass. He parted the globes and she moaned under the kiss. Cool air washed over her where she was joined to Darrick.

  “Such a pretty sight, watching you get fucked hard,” Verne rumbled, his voice low with his wolf. “Watching your pretty pussy eat his cock. You ride it…that’s it.”

  The words added another dimension to her arousal until she was swimming in sensation. Verne’s fingers massaged her ass, then slipped between the globes. His fingertip found the puckered rose of her ass, smoothed over it then returned to pressing and rubbing against it. Feather light touches that soon weren’t. Her hips jerked, dark heat and need heating her blood as another hot rush of need bathed the cock deep inside her. Hard intakes of breath from both men told her they’d noticed.

  Verne’s hand
disappeared for a moment, but after a few sounds in the darkness she couldn’t name with her brain turned to mush, returned. Something cool and slippery landed on her ass, sliding down the crack between the cheeks. She caught her breath, recognizing lube against her skin.

  “This is mine,” Verne growled, the heat of his thighs against the back of hers as he pushed her further forward so she lay over Darrick. Strong fingers smoothed the lube around her back entrance, each pass sending sparkles through her blood. Then he pressed the tip of a broad finger against her ass and her eyes rolled back in her head.

  “We’re both gonna fuck you.” The finger withdrew for a moment, then pushed in a little before retreating, then did it again in time with Darrick’s thrust. Each time working more of the lube into her ass. She whimpered and moaned between them, her body on fire.

  “We’re gonna fuck you in both holes.” He pressed in again, but this time carried on, his finger entering her with a slick ‘pop’. She moaned, the sound long and soft as she buried her face against Darrick’s throat.

  “A cock in your cunt,” Verne carried on, finger fucking her ass in time with the thrust of Darrick’s thick cock stretching her pussy. “But your ass is mine. You want my cock here? Filling you all up?”

  She nodded, the ability to speak long gone by now, but it seemed to be enough. With a growl, Verne pulled his hand free and then he was there. The thick head of his cock pressed against her ass and she stilled. He pushed, the pressure coalescing into dark pleasure and she pushed back, trying to relax. She was no innocent, she’d done this before but never with two men. The thought of the pleasures to come stole the strength from her limbs.

  It didn’t matter, the two men had enough strength for them all. Underneath her Darrick stilled, thick shaft almost out of her as Verne pulled her hips up, presenting her ass to his cock. He pushed in, a slow relentless slide, rather than the seesawing motion he’d used when taking her pussy for the first time. This time his penetration was smooth. Unstoppable. She moaned as he pushed in, his cock invading her until his stomach met her back and he was in her to the balls. Her ass ached, impaled by the thick length of him and it was all she could do to breath around it.