by Willow Wilde
I felt a strange attraction to this – to this man, this shifter who had been there all my life, in the shadows – had saved me, protected me. He had called me his fated mate, and it was true that I had been attracted to him since the moment he arrived at my doorstep again…
“And what if you’re right? What if I’m your ‘fated mate?’” I asked inquisitively, watching him with a sly grin on my face. “Where does that put us?”
“You would make me a very happy man,” Peter continued softly. “You have your mother’s beauty and charm, and your father’s striking good looks and intelligence. You would be the perfect bride for me, spending the rest of your days in this manor. You would be queen over my pack.”
“Your pack…” I murmured, thinking back to the group of wolves that I saw the night before.
“I could have resisted the call, waited for fate to swing a different way. But I chose you.” Peter told me. “I feel that I have perhaps inspired some conflicted feelings in you...it’s a trait the Blackwood men have always shared. Gifted with seduction. But should you succumb to me, I will give you the entire world, and you will join my arm and be privy to all my endeavors. And I will take you away from the broken remnants of your life, lift you from your current trajectory, and elevate you to a life of luxury you were never, ever going to have.”
I didn’t know what to say, and I told him as much.
“Come with me,” he told me, swallowing the rest of his coffee before placing the cup down. “It is time that I showed you.”
~
“Brothers, join me!” Peter commanded as we stood at the edge of the woods behind the manor. I gazed around, wondering if I was completely losing my mind, or if I was really standing next to an insanely rich man who could change into a wolf…and who led a pack of the same kinds of men.
There was a brief rustling before a group of four rugged men stepped into view. They were all incredibly attractive, handsome men in leather slacks and…nothing else. Their strong chests and broad shoulders left nothing to the imagination, and I was completely stunned by their incredible physiques.
“Monica, it is time for you to meet my pack. This is Talik, Vadim, Pazlo, and Oppan.”
Each of the shifters nodded in turn at me, a wide smile across each of their faces. Their names were exotic, but they were hot male specimens clearly of the panty-drenching variety.
“Men, you scared Monica last night, and I’d like you to all apologize directly for her…and then transform, so that she can see you for what you are.”
The men immediately and graciously did as they were told. It was flattering for them to all leap into a flurry of sincere apologies for disturbing me in the middle of the night.
After I’d sheepishly accepted, they lined up, smiling at one another. With their eyes all on me, they leapt forward towards me together, each one jumping as a man but landing as a very large, very intelligent wolf. They prowled around me in a circle, and I gazed at them with complete lack of belief.
“Oh my god,” I whispered. “It’s all true, every word of it…!”
“That’s right,” Peter told me. “Every word.”
“Then you think I’m your…fated mate?” I asked softly, feeling the blush return to my face. But there was something else, deep down…lust. I hadn’t forgotten how attracted I had been to him, or how sexily he’d tasted my fluids the day before.
And a part of me, deep down, suddenly had to have him.
“Of course,” Peter told me, drawing close. The wolves transformed back into men, standing behind their alpha male. “I’ve known since the moment I laid eyes on you, and I’ve waited for you to mature into a young woman…and here you are. The most incredibly beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
I could feel myself practically melting in front of him, my panties growing wet with need. “You need to finish what you started yesterday, then,” I told him sexily. “You were getting to such a good part…”
Peter pulled me into his embrace, his lips crashing into mine. I felt his tongue slide into my mouth, and I gratefully, hungrily needed more.
“There is a condition, however,” Peter told me sternly, pulling back slightly. “Something I was afraid to share with you…a rule.”
“A rule?” I asked, my face reddened with lust.
“Our kind…shifters…we do everything together,” he told me. “It’s my obligation as the alpha to share…at least the first time. If we mate, the pack will expect to break you in – all of us, at once.”
“All of you?” I wondered, gazing upon the other shifters. The four of them were watching with hungry smiles. How was I ever going to handle them all?
“That’s how it must be, and why I stopped yesterday,” Peter told me. “I understand if you can’t…”
“Peter,” I whispered, leaning up on my toes and planting a kiss on his lips, “I’m yours. And if I must be theirs…well, just don’t let them tear me apart.”
“You mean it?” He asked, almost incredulously. “You’d fuck us all just to be with me?”
“I’m your fated mate, remember?” I reminded him slyly, plucking my sleeve down lightly and giving the group the sexiest smirk I could manage. Primal, raw sexual energy was coursing through my veins, and I was eager to see how deeply it flowed. “And if I’m gonna be the queen of this little pack…well, I’d better get to know everybody, right? What better way is there…?”
~
In that instant, Peter drew me close again, his warm lips pressing against the tenderness of my neck. I felt his hot breath against my ear, his teeth nipping lightly at the lobe. Of their own volition, my wrists found themselves grasping at each other around his shoulders. Within my light embrace, his lips found mine, pushing passionately and needfully against me. I could already sense the heat of his rising need against my leg, and the size of what I could feel was intimidating.
He lowered me to the ground, ripping my clothes to shreds from my body. Before I could express my fury as his blatant disregard for them, Peter’s lips were on mine again, his fingers rubbing along my exposed pussy. I mentally fought against his confidence, determined to make me work harder to get me aroused, but his fingers were those of an expert. As I felt him dexterously manipulated my outer lips, a calloused middle finger slid into my wet chasm. Gliding inside and working my inner folds, it was soon joined by the index, and both fingers curled upwards to work me from the inside.
I threw my head back as the shifter worked, his free hand grasping my breast and working the tiny peak of my perky nipple. Licking my lips as my chest began to slowly heave, I pushed upwards against his mouth as he dove for another passionate kiss. His tongue slid between my lips, pressing along mine; I parted my mouth and tilted it against his, eager for this dance between us.
After Peter had tasted of my lips to his satisfaction, he slid down between my thighs to try my other ones. His hot breath flowing across my slickened pussy, I felt him roll my legs over his shoulders as he settled in, kissing all along the area. Finally, he lowered his tongue to me, flicking inside and ripping a lengthy gasp from my throat. As my fingers clenched into his hair and I bucked my hips up against his face, I arched my back with pleasure.
I could feel something pressing against my lips. Opening my eyes, I spotted Talik kneeling beside me now, pushing the tip of his thick cock to my mouth. Enraptured by the sensations between my thighs, I parted my lips around the bulbous head, sliding the twitching shaft deep into my mouth. It was salty to the taste, already glistening with the lightest traces of his passion. The shifter’s fingers gripped onto my head as I bobbed on his cock, sucking down his thick gift.
Meanwhile, Peter pulled his lips further up, repositioning himself slightly as he began to tease the bead of my passion with the stiff tip of his tongue. At the same time, his fingers found their place back inside my pussy, working his saliva into the juices that flowed freely now. My spine twitched again, and I felt him work my body towards satisfaction.
The mounting sensation of a climax be
gan to build deep within me. It was rising slowly, helped incrementally by the flicks of his tongue and the sliding of his fingers deep inside me, curled around to manipulate my inner button. My fingers pulled his hair tighter as I felt the warmth rush to my face. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer now – and as he responded to my urging by picking up the pace, I felt my limbs lock as the furious energy surged through my body. Moaning into the cock that filled my mouth, I felt the crushing pleasure of the orgasm strike me down, followed by another surprise one when the first had subsided.
Peter rose from between my legs after I relaxed, wiping his face clean of my juices. Meanwhile, Talik commanded my mouth now, grasping me by the scruff of my hair and forcing my lips further and harder down his generous cock. I threw myself into pleasing him, satisfying him with my mouth as much as I could.
I felt myself being pulled up from the ground, and soon I realized that Peter was pulling all his clothes free. I watched him expose inch after inch of tantalizingly sexy muscle until he lay onto his back, coercing me forward. He was the most muscular of them all, and I practically felt my pussy slicken and quiver at the very sight of his rippling muscles, chiseled abs, and rock-hard erection.
As Talik plucked his cock from my mouth, I found myself positioned over Peter’s hips, coerced into a straddling position. His hand was clamping onto my hips now, his other one wrapped firmly around his cock. He held it in place as he guided me to settle down around it, stretching my walls as I slid downwards. I could barely fathom sitting directly against his hips, with my hands held down against his thick, rippling chest for support. His fist withdrew from his cock, meeting the other one to grasp my hips. With my eyes half open with lust and concentration, I held Peter’s confidant gaze as I descended down his shaft.
After a few false stops, the wolf shifter was finally hilted inside me. I rocked my hips slowly and deliberately, gradually adjusting to the feeling of his thick, rock-hard erection. The sly look to his eyes cooled down as he lost himself in a few opening groans, his jaw sexily dropping slowly with my motions.
Aroused further by his reactions, I picked the pace up a little, pushing my palms harder against his chest as I lifted my hips higher and dropped harder. His right hand drifted from my hips to my cheek, stroking my face and brushing my hair aside. I smiled softly at the gesture, giving as seductive a smile as I could as I pushed down harder, rolling my hips against his.
Peter closed his eyes and rested his head back against the ground, his hands back on my hips again. Clenching into my skin, I could feel the sharpness of his need as it dug into my flesh.
Having determined my comfort against him, I wasn’t surprised that Talik had stepped back into view. Holding my head in both hands, he thrust his cock between my lips again, parting them around his thickness. I spotted a droplet of his salty passion against the tip as he pushed it forward – I savored this bead, licking it free and sliding it along my tongue. Talik’s musk filled my nostrils as he grew rougher with my mouth, guiding me to accept more of his cock within me. I had to relax my throat to let him push it further inside. Struggling to repress every impulse to gag on his shifter shaft, I concentrated on accepting and encouraging the release of his passion.
For the first time, my attention was drawn to all the others. The shifters were watching intently from all around, their eyes glued to my naked body as I pleased two of their brothers and they stroked themselves. Instinctively trying to give them a small show, I undulated my back, rolling it in waves down against Peter’s hips as he fucked me. The increasingly leering looks in their eyes told me that they were incredibly pleased with this.
But Talik wouldn’t let me be distracted for too long. His fingers clamping further around my head, he held my face in place as he thrust harder and faster, demanding more out of my throat. I couldn’t restrain the gagging now, and felt my lungs burning with the need for air as he powerfully dominated my mouth. Finally pulling his shaft free, I coughed and gasped for air, trails of my saliva drooping between my lips and his thick shaft. With tears of strain in my eyes, I gazed up at him innocently before he shoved his cock back into my throat – hilting his hips against my lips now, forcing me to accept it all between my lips. He held my head against his body as he spasmed, suddenly releasing his hot load down my throat with a groan of satisfaction. After I’d taken every drop, he pulled himself free with the most satisfied grin I’ve ever seen on a man – shifter or not.
This allowed me to temporarily focus on Peter again, who slid out from under me and coerced me onto all fours. Mounting me from behind, his thick cock pushed into my wet pussy as his hands grasped onto my hips. I let him completely dominate me from behind as my fingers stretched out from my palms, planted onto the floor. I stabilized myself against them, rocking backwards into Peter’s thrusts as he controlled the speed and intensity of our fucking. I felt a light trickle of my juices, slipping down the inside of my thigh as his thick cock fulfilled me.
Another shifter – Vadim – dropped to his knees in front of me, pushing his own musky, thick cock against my lips. I accepted the gift and inhaled it into my mouth, diving over halfway down his cock as I began to bob my head. The shifter groaned as I conquered his cock, determined to suck the seed straight out of him.
I loved the dynamic of being held between them both, sliding my body back and forth between them – as Peter continued to kneel behind my hips and dominate my pussy, while Vadim held my head and forced his shaft down my throat. Meanwhile, I could see out of the corner of my eye that Talik was watching from the side, loosely stroking himself a little while his eyes hungrily followed me.
Peter withdrew from behind, while Vadim did the same from in front. I felt myself being pulled to my feet and then lifted, as Peter held me from beneath my thighs and pulled me up to his level. My legs dangled over his arms as he lowered my sopping pussy onto his rock-hard shifter cock, deeply penetrating me again. My wrists wrapped around the back of his neck, and my chest heaved as he whipped us into a tremendous tempo. While my hips rolled around his hard shaft, his hands lifting and dropping me faster and faster, I felt him control my body completely. The strong, sturdy shifter held me up against him, completely dependent on his body for support, and I felt the power emanating from him as he drove my mind wild.
I felt a pressure against my inner star – it was a wet finger, sliding around the rim and finally dipping inside. Struggling to relax and allow it to happen, I turned my attention to Vadim – he had worked his index finger in to the knuckle and was teasing my hole. But Peter wanted my eyes on his and delivered a punishing thrust that drew me back – and I fought the impulse to turn when the second finger wormed its way inside. I’d never thought I would enjoy that kind of sexual play, but I liked how strange and wonderful the sensation was.
After manipulating the inner ring of my asshole for several minutes, I felt the fingertips stretching the hole agape. Peter held me still as Vadim pressed the tip of his cock to my star, pushing himself inside inch by inch. I continued to relax my bowels as he released his fingers, allowing my asshole to snap shut around his slick shifter shaft. With careful precision, he gradually inched inwards, until I was comfortably holding the majority of his cock in my ass.
Once I was ready for it, the two began to fuck me pinned between them. With Peter supporting me from the front and dropping my hips onto his heavy cock over and over, Vadim fucked my ass from behind, his hands grasping onto my breasts and working my erect nipples.
The shifters timed their thrusts against each other’s – one cock withdrew as the other pushed inward. This kept my body experiencing both stimulations simultaneously, and I felt an incredible pleasure from their movements against one another.
Peter soon let Vadim take over supporting me, and plucked his cock from my wet, needy pussy.
“Where are you going?” I asked, almost hurt.
“I must let the rest have their turns,” Peter whispered. “I’m not done with you yet…”
As Vadim
held my slick pussy up on display, my legs dangling over his thick arms, the other two shifters descended upon me. It was Pazlo who bolted up first, his hand finally guiding his thick cock into my pussy. I gasped as the new cock entered and he took over supporting my body, letting his packmate work my heaving chest again.
After several minutes of rampant fucking between us, I found myself being lowered as Pazlo lay on the ground. I was coerced into climbing onto him, sliding down around his cock and rolling my hips against his. But Vadim climbed onto my ass and pushed my face down further to his packmate’s, and I felt him hold me tightly against himself as my anal partner adjusted himself for the better angle.
They held me pinned horizontally between them, fucking me like this for some time. But this still left a shifter out who needed a part to play, and I found Vadim pulling me up by my hair and shoving my mouth down the final shifter’s cock – that of Oppan.
Oppan, having seen what I could do with my throat, immediately set to domination my mouth with his bulbous head. Barely able to keep air in my lungs, I was forced to swallow down his thick shifter cock over and over as he absolutely punished my mouth. Clenching a fistful of my hair, he dominated my face, holding it in place while he speared himself into my throat repeatedly.
