by Liv Brywood
He sighed and laced his fingers into her hair. “Oh, yes.”
She smiled as his cock twitched. Her tongue darted out to lick the underside of his shaft. The salty, smooth flesh continued all the way to his shaved balls. She twirled her tongue around each key lime-sized ball before sliding up the length of him. The taste of him danced on her tongue. She inhaled his woodsy fragrance as she dipped to take him into her mouth.
Tremors rippled along his cock. As she slowly welcomed every inch of him, his hands twisted in her hair. She pressed down until her lips met the base of his shaft.
“Oh, God. You took it all,” he choked.
Her knees ached, but she ignored the discomfort. She reveled in the power she held over him. With his cock in her mouth, she could control both pleasure and his arousal.
In and out, over and over, she sucked him. Her hand wrapped around his balls and massaged the ultra-sensitive skin. His whimpered cries fell around her like stardust.
“Oh, God.”
The subtle change in his tone made her stop mid-stroke. She felt the other wolves’ presence even before they emerged from behind the boulders. Three werewolves in their human form stepped out of the hot springs onto the grass. Droplets of water rained down upon the earth as they sauntered toward her. She recognized them from the Yule celebration six months before.
The youngest wolf stepped forward. Thick black hair hung in a braid down his back. Light from the shimmering pools reflected off of his golden skin. An impish smile lit up his amber eyes.
“How long have you been watching?” she demanded.
The young wolf grinned. “Long enough. Besides, Shaw said we could ask to join in if we wanted.”
“Oh, right.” In the midst of their passion, she’d completely forgotten Shaw’s promise of a night of endless pleasure with him and some of his friends.
Shaw grinned. “I told you they’d be coming.”
She eyed the virile wolves. They were all between twenty and thirty years old. Each one scorching hot in his own way. She’d met them all in passing, but hadn’t been introduced to them.
The second wolf stepped forward. Short blond hair curled on his head. Tan skin and dark eyes gave him an exotic look.
She cocked her head to one side. “What’s your name?”
“Chet.”
Her eyes widened. Women whispered of his reputation as a skilled lover throughout the greater Yellowstone area. Apparently he had a tongue faster than a hummingbird’s wings. The thought of having that tongue on her clit made her wet with longing.
She turned to the first wolf. “And you are?”
“Jamison.”
“From the Washburn pack?” she asked.
“The one and only.” His slow, sensual gaze traveled up and down her body.
She shook her head. Impossible! She never dreamed she’d get to fuck the wolf with the longest cock in the woods. But a quick glance at his semi-erect cock confirmed her suspicions. All fourteen inches curved up toward the thick bulb at the tip.
A witch from near Mount Washburn had regaled the initiates with tales of a werewolf with a cock big enough to make your panties melt. She had no doubt that Jamison possessed a cock worthy of a God.
The third wolf introduced himself. “I’m Holt.”
Her gaze traveled from his chocolate-brown hair to his hazel eyes. Speckles of green and brown mingled and danced along the edge of his pupils. He was slightly shorter and stockier than the other wolves. His cock was the thickest, by far. It stood straight out as if challenging her to wrap her lips around it.
Shaw held out his palm to reveal a pile of mushrooms. “I thought this might make the night even more interesting.”
“I think it’s already interesting enough.” Holt moved forward to caress the edge of her right shoulder.
Jamison crossed to her left side and repeated the gesture. “Your skin is softer than the petals of a flower.”
She opened her mouth to thank him, but he cut off her words with a passionate kiss. Her breath caught in her throat as Jamison hooked the palm of his hand around the back of her neck and drew her closer.
God, the man could kiss. She dragged her lips away long enough to take a quick breath before surrendering to his sweltering kisses. As he parted her lips with his tongue, his hand slid down to cup her ass. She groaned against his mouth as someone else’s hand grazed her pussy.
She couldn’t see who was parting her wet lips with their fingertips, but she didn’t care as long as they continued to stroke her slick heat.
Jamison broke the kiss. “Lay down on the grass.”
The four men worked together to whisk her off her feet. She landed softly in the grass.
Chet lay on his belly between her thighs. She propped up on her elbows. Her eyes went wide as his tongue flicked between his lips with lightning-fast speed.
“Go slow,” she begged.
Chet grinned. “I don’t know if I can.”
Shaw knelt to the left of her face. He grabbed his cock and angled it toward her lips. Without a word, she opened her mouth and relaxed as he slid the head past her lips. She inched her lips along the shaft until she’d taken all of him.
Between her thighs, Chet’s tongue flicked against her clit. She gasped. A bolt of electricity zigzagged up to set her body on fire. She couldn’t contain her cries as Chet’s ridiculously fast tongue explored the drenched folds of her pussy.
Jamison’s thick braid tickled her belly as he bent to suck her left breast into his mouth. Holt’s teeth gently captured her right nipple. The play of teeth and tongue against her breasts pulled her deeper into a sea of mindless pleasure. She couldn’t think. She could only revel in the sensation of being pleasured by four wolves at once.
Chet’s insistent tongue dipped to penetrate her. She arched her back and whimpered. The sound was lost in the deep thrust of Shaw’s cock. He stuffed his cock deeper but she didn’t resist. She wanted to take everything he could give. It was the least she could do for his role in orchestrating this pleasure fest.
Jamison’s teeth grasped her nipple and he pulled almost too hard. A twinge of pain shot through her breast, but instead of alarming her, she shifted to press into him. Something about the hint of pain intrigued her. The mushrooms were affecting her in the strangest ways.
Chet’s fluttering tongue coaxed her closer and closer to a peak she wasn’t ready to fall over. As Shaw pulled out of her mouth, she turned her head. “Wait, Chet. Oh God. Wait.”
He paused long enough to flash a naughty grin. In that moment, she realized he had no intention of stopping until she came.
Shaw must have sensed it too, because instead of thrusting into her mouth, he leaned to kiss her. A hint of mushroom laced his tongue. She tasted the green magic and hoped she wouldn’t drop further into an altered state of consciousness. She wanted to remember every moment of this night.
Holt’s voice was thick with lust. “Make her come.”
Chet paused. “Oh, I intend to.”
She gazed at Shaw and Jamison who looked on through hooded eyes. Each man held his own cock in a tightened fist. Shaw’s hips thrust slowly and rhythmically, but Jamison’s movements were erratic.
Transfixed by the sight of their virile cocks, she wondered who would take her first, and how. She knew she had the option to choose, but how could she? Maybe the logical choice was Shaw since he’d set up the rendezvous, but Jamison’s fourteen inch cock snagged her attention.
Between her legs, Chet curly blond hair trembled in time with the shivering of her thighs. She couldn’t stop the twitching as his vibrating tongue enslaved her clit. She forgot about the other wolves as she locked gazes with Chet. No one and nothing else mattered in the world but Chet’s tongue on her clit.
“Chet, please.”
One of the wolves groaned with pleasure but she couldn’t tell who. Chet’s tongue was doing impossible things. Moving so fast, it blurred.
Tension coiled at the base of her spine. Her eyes snapped
Then she shattered into a million sparks of light. Undulating waves of pleasure rolled through her body. She twisted to one side in an attempt to escape the overwhelming sensations, but Chet held her hips firmly in place.
Her screams of release lit up the night. Waves of red energy radiated out from her core. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she could harness the sexual energy for magic, but the fleeting thought was gone as soon as she’d had it.
She collapsed on the ground in a heap of bliss. Her head rolled to one side as Shaw caressed her hip. Shivers rippled along her skin. Even the slightest touch set off another wave of orgasms.
Jamison said, “Shaw. As Alpha, you should go first.”
“What?” She gazed at Shaw through hooded eyelids. “When did you become Alpha?”
“It was a sudden change. I’ll tell you about it later. Right now, I only want to think about you,” Shaw responded.
She tried to move to embrace him, but the orgasm had made her limbs limp and ineffective.
Shaw crawled across her body to kiss her. “Are you ready?”
“Take me,” she whispered.
As he angled between her thighs, Shaw’s features darkened with desire. His cock brushed the tip of her clit. She groaned as another filament of pleasure unfurled.
Jamison said, “Let me help you.”
He pressed her right knee toward the ground, spreading her wide. Chet did the same with her left leg. Then they caressed the backs of her thighs.
Shaw lay across her, his cock probing the entrance of her pussy. She arched to meet him and he slid into her with such incremental pressure that she was half-mad with lust by the time he’d filled her completely.
“Oh, God.” She reached to grab Shaw’s ass to draw him deeper. She couldn’t get enough of the sensation of being completely stuffed.
When he rocked his hips into hers, she trembled with need. “Harder, deeper.”
He smiled. “Aren’t you the greedy one tonight?”
She caught the humor in his voice. “You promised me a night of ecstasy.”
He chuckled. “That I did.”
He swirled his hips, pushing his cock into her at an oddly erotic angle. She dug her nails into his ass. He moaned and bent to nibble the edge of her neck.
Someone licked her toes. Starting from the littlest to the biggest. At first, she wasn’t sure she liked the idea of a mouth on her foot, but the stimulation tingled up her legs to mingle with the throbbing in her pussy.
Little aftershocks still twitched along the walls. Each time Shaw pressed deep, it sent another wave of pleasure through her. His rhythmic thrusts ensured a never-ending succession of little earthquakes.
Jamison knelt next to her face. She turned her head and licked the tip of his cock. The shaft stretched on and on. She never imagined a cock so long. How on earth did he keep that in his pants all day?
She giggled at the silly thought.
“What?” Jamison asked.
“I was just wondering how you hide that from all the ladies.”
His impish grin was back. “Who says I hide it?”
She snickered.
Chet said, “Trust me when I say he likes to whip it out as much as possible.”
“I don’t blame him,” she said. “If I was a guy with a cock like that, I’d want women on their knees worshiping it too.”
Shaw buried himself deep. “Less talking, more fucking.”
Was he jealous? As Alpha of the pack, he didn’t need to be. He was a very skilled lover. But what man didn’t want their ego stroked?
“Oh, God. That’s so good, Shaw.”
He smiled and increased his pace. She parted her lips to accept the tip of Jamison’s cock. Although she sucked as much as she could, she only managed to capture a little over half of his cock in her mouth. He didn’t seem to mind. A mask of pure pleasure covered his features.
Chet and Holt hung back patiently. She hadn’t considered the pack order until now. Clearly Shaw and Jamison were above Chet and Holt. Before she could consider the hierarchy in detail, Shaw lifted her hips with his hands.
She yelped in surprise.
Jamison pulled his cock out of her mouth. “Teeth.”
“Sorry,” she stammered.
He smiled. “I’ll just watch for a minute.”
She blushed as three sets of eyes roamed her body. Chet, Holt and Jamison stroked their cocks almost in unison.
Shaw’s thrust grew harder and faster. His mouth screwed into an “O”. His eyes closed and his fingers dug into her hips.
“Fuck.” He jerked forward and collapsed on top of her as his cock twitched to fill her with molten heat. His hips kept thrusting, pinning her to the ground.
When he finally stilled, he kissed her softly. “You’re amazing.”
She smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. “You too.”
An impatient sound snapped her out of the intimate moment. Jamison strode forward. Shaw pulled out, reluctance all over his face.
Jamison said, “Want to try something different?”
Since her thighs ached from being spread so wide, she was more than ready to try a new position.
“On your knees,” Jamison directed.
She rolled onto her knees and had just found a center of balance when the front of Jamison’s thighs pressed into the backs of hers. He pushed her shoulders down and pulled her hips up.
His cock slid into her dripping pussy and instantly possessed her. The long length pushed as deep as it could go before withdrawing almost all the way out.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned.
His thrusts were rougher than Shaw’s. The feral lust she’d seen in Jamison’s eyes was reflected in the way he took her—hard and fast.
Her breasts bounced across the grass and her hips giggled with each thrust. A dark part of her loved the way he controlled her with his cock. As he pulled out, she leaned back wanting more. When he shoved forward, she pushed back with her arms to force his cock as deep into her pussy as possible.
Her arms ached but she didn’t care. At first, she met him in perfect coordination. But as he pounded her harder and harder, she faltered. Her pussy buzzed with the continuous ripple of endless little orgasms.
He leaned over her and hooked his hand around her thigh. His fingers danced across her clit. She screamed and screamed and couldn’t stop as he strummed her. The pressure building in her body was impossibly intense. She feared her heart would stop mid-beat.
He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “You’re a naughty little witch, aren’t you?”
“Very,” she gasped.
“How naughty?” His thumb grazed the puckered hole he wasn’t currently filling.
She shivered. She’d never let a man touch her there before. She never wanted to try it, but the gentle circles Jamison rubbed around her ass increased her curiosity.
“May I?” he asked.
She hesitated. “I don’t know.”
“I promise I’ll stop if you don’t like it.”
“Just the tip, okay?”
His throaty laughter made her pussy clench around his cock. “Whatever you say.”
As he pulled out, she debated the decision. What if he didn’t stop? What if they took her beyond her comfort level? She was alone in the woods with four werewolves and they could do whatever they wanted to her.
As panic welled up, she noticed Shaw standing over her. In a reassuring voice he said, “You’re going to love this. Just relax.”
Jamison still knelt behind her as he smoothed something cold and creamy on her ass. It couldn’t be cum because he hadn’t come yet. She turned to look.
“What is that?”
“A special lube that will make this really fun.”
“What’s in it?”
“A variety of things,” he responded vaguely.
Shaw held a mushroom out to her. “You should eat this. It will make it interesting.”
“Haven’t I had too much already?” she asked.
“No.”
She opened her mouth and let him set it on her tongue. The woodsy taste slid down her throat as she swallowed it.
Behind her, Jamison pressed the head of his cock against her ass. “Remember to relax.”
As the effect of the mushroom spread through her body, every cell turned to jelly. She wasn’t sure she could hold herself upright.
Shaw seemed to sense her concern. “Why don’t I lay down and you can lay on top of me.”
As she nodded her head, the sensation of nodding seemed a heartbeat behind. Time slowed as Shaw lay down. Jamison picked her up by the waist and carried her to Shaw. Her legs spread around him. Shaw’s cock reached the apex of her thighs.
She needed him inside her to anchor her to the earth. She was floating now, half in this world and half in the world of the Fae. Orbs of green light flickered from within the trees.
As she lowered onto Shaw’s cock, Jamison poked at her ass. At first, the head of his cock couldn’t penetrate her tight hole, but he was insistent. He didn’t release the pressure until his cock pierced her ass.
“Oh,” she moaned as both men filled her.
Her eyes rolled back as Jamison slowly thrust into her ass. His movements forced her pussy across Shaw’s cock. Below her, Shaw pushed up into her.
“Ahhhh.” She couldn’t take them both. She was too full, too tight. It was all too much, but she couldn’t get the words out to make them stop.
“Fuck you’re tight,” Jamison groaned.
Shaw held her hips in place. She bit the edge of her lip and whimpered. Acute pleasure sparked like wildfire, filling her with a near rabid hunger. She wanted to come so bad, she thought she’d die if she didn’t.
Holt stood over Shaw’s head, his cock at the level of her mouth. She knew what she needed to do. Filled by three cocks, she slobbered like a wild animal. That’s what they were doing to her—turning her feral.
She sputtered and choked on Holt’s cock. He laced his fingers through the hair on the back of her head and guided her. She lost all coordination. The men moved her for their pleasure, and for hers.
Her eyes rolled back as her whole body pulsed and contracted. A mind-blowing orgasm blasted through every cell in her body. She’d never come so hard in her life.
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