Shifters In My Sheets 2

by Amanda Jones

I taught Aubrey everything, including how to treat a submissive, how to make me come. He’d performed decently, yet like Rufen, he had seemed to want me for himself.

  Now here Aubrey stood, taking orders from Jack like it was no strange thing to whip a woman tied to a pommel horse in a tack shop after hours.

  Ever since I’d known him, Aubrey Wills has been a quick learner.

  twenty-seven

  “Let’s turn Miss Mathers so we can be more comfortable.”

  “Jack, Aubrey, what are we doing? I’ve never done anything like this before,” I wailed.

  “Now don’t you mind, Jeslie. We’re just having some fun, right Mister?” Aubrey said with hope filled eyes.

  “Right. I’m establishing a pack out here. I want you join, Aubrey. I know you and Jeslie are more than friends. We can share a mate, if you’re in my pack.”

  “What about what I want?” I shrieked. Jack slapped my ass with the crop and I stifled a cry. “What do you want, Jeslie? I can leave right now, you just say the word.”

  Jack teased my dripping sex with the crop. “Seems you’re enjoying yourself, ma’am.”

  I was enjoying myself and if Jack spoke truly, I didn’t have to hurt Aubrey. I could have the best of both worlds, my sweet cute cheeked pup and my mature, dominant alpha. “Is this normal?” I gasped. “Rufen keeps multiple mates, but he won’t let anyone else sleep with them.”

  “I don’t follow that bat.” Jack caressed my ass, soothing me.

  “There aren’t many wyrd these days, and fewer breeders. Pack leaders need share mates to rebuild our kind.”

  “The degenerate man-wolves have low fertility,” I recalled Rufen gloating

  Jack’s hard thigh brushed against mine.

  “That is, if it’s alright with you.” Jack stroked my nubbin back and forth. Just about anything he said would be alright while he kept doing that. My mind filtered his words through a lustful red fog.

  twenty-eight

  “I’m OK. I like Aubrey. I like you. We can all share.”

  “Glad to hear that.” Again Jack cropped my ass. “So let’s get you turned around.”

  Jack reached down and loosened the belt wrapped around my knees. “Grab that lead there, Aubrey.”

  The lead would normally be used to let a horse run in a circle while a person held one end. It ranged about twelve feet long, finger-thick and supple. Jack guided my hips around so I no longer straddled the pommel horse, but instead lay draped along the arched surface, feet hanging down one side and my hands on the other.

  “You don’t have to tie me, I’m not going anywhere,” My stomach contracted and a rush of heat flooded through me realizing how helpless I would be if they bound me over the horse.

  “If you want me to stop, just tell me to ma’am. Otherwise, let me get you set here. If you’re going to let me stay, I need to do things my way.”

  I slumped, muscles relaxing, falling into subspace, too excited to contest Jack’s plan.

  Jack knelt and with expert hands tied my ankles to my wrists, leaving me trussed, defenseless, with my hindquarters thrust into the air.

  Jack ran his hand over the rounded curve of my hip. “You comfortable darlin’?”

  His leather jeans scraped my thigh. Between his legs solid muscles poked a harder point pressing into my soft flesh. Jack ran his hand over my stinging cheeks. He pushed my thong out of the way and ran his fingers through my pussy lips. His cock twitched, discovering my wetness.

  “I can’t move, I need…I need, ooh,” Jack’s fingers found my channel, and rubbed up and down on my slippery lips, stealing my words. I needed him to quit talking and keep rubbing.

  “You need something to fill your mouth,” Aubrey said with confidence. His voice boomed richer and deeper.

  My head hung right at Aubrey’s crotch. I nodded vigorously. Aubrey unzipped his faded jeans and dropped them. His arousal stood plain as his penis snapped upward.

  Aubrey smelled of sage and masculine sweat. I licked my lips.

  Jack’s fingers traced my pussy lips. He slipped inside, pressing against the pad of flesh at front of my pussy, under my clit. He found my g-spot’s ridged pad and an arrow of pleasure flew into my mind. Like the shot pierced a bag of cool water, my mind was bathed in a refreshing flow, like jumping into a mountain spring in the middle a searing western day.

  Adding pressure to my rush, Jack’s thumb rubbed my clit. I bucked my hips back against his touch to the extent my bondage allowed.

  “Do you like this Jeslie? Are you a beta? A slut for your pack leader?”

  Before I could reply, Jack slipped a second finger inside me. I moaned. I should have been insulted. Should have fought back against the leather holding me. Should have made Jack let me go. A good girl would do that. A good girl wouldn’t find Jack’s words erotic and delicious. A slut for the pack.

  Would those words mean sharing me with more wolves, when Jack’s pack grew? He was founding a new offshoot of the Sons of Thunder. How many handsome male werewolf bikers would join him? I moaned again and reached my tongue for Aubrey’s cock.

  twenty-nine

  “Good girl,” Jack said, his voice sonorous. “Open up for your pack. Is she open Aubrey?”

  Aubrey shook himself. He’d been standing awestruck by the scene before him. I licked my lips again, getting them sloppy and moist.

  Aubrey wrapped his hand in my hair, lifting my head. I thrilled at the burning pull. The pain from the roots of my hair shot from my head and stoked my lust. My disease transformed every strong physical sensation into pleasure.

  Ever since Josiah Rufen bit me.

  “She’s open.” Aubrey pushed the lovely mushroom that topped his shaft toward my lips. I flicked my tongue at the liquid pearl gracing his slit. I quit worrying about what a good girl would do and focused on the now. Aubrey’s engorged maleness before me. Jack’s increasing rhythm with his fingers in my slit. A purple orgasmic mist rose from my pussy and engulfed my brain and all I envisioned myself taking in whatever my pack gave me.

  As if he had grown just from Jack’s approval, Aubrey’s iron hard tumescence loomed longer and thicker than I remembered. More liquid glistened on his tip.

  Aubrey brought himself closer, and now my tongue could wrap around his beautifully engorged glans. I lapped the nectar leaking from his slit and then licked around his bulbous head. Teasing me, Aubrey stood his ground, forcing me to stretch my neck to reach him. I licked the ridges under his cock, where the head met the shaft. He tasted salty and his pre-cum had a sage aftertaste.

  Jack stopped rubbing, removing his hand. Missing his touch, I pushed back, spreading open and wiggling my hips. My wanton display was rewarded with a slap. Jack smacked my widespread flower.

  “Owee,” I squealed.

  “Open that sweet mouth, ma’am.” Jack ordered, his voice uncompromising, yet oddly gentle.

  Squirming on the leather horse like a pack-slut, I spread my lips open wide.

  Aubrey pushed his dripping cock forward.

  Avoiding my clit, Jack rubbed his fingers around the outside of my pussy. I shook in frustration. I’d been on the edge of catching fire before he slapped my cleft, now I burned with need.

  “Please…,” I whined.

  Aubrey tangled his hand in my hair, holding my head still. He pushed the tip of his cock into my mouth, then pulled his velvety head back out again. I strained to suck him in, but he held me in an iron grip. I taught him to tease too well.

  “Give Jeslie what she wants, son,” Jack said.

  Aubrey grinned at me, but then he obediently shoved his cock further into my mouth. I closed my lips around his shaft and sucked him in. I ran my tongue along the underside of his dick head, exploring the sensitive ridge of his frenulum. Aubrey moaned and shoved himself forward, pulling me into him by my hair.

  Jack’s fingers stopped teasing me and something massive and solid nestled between my ass cheeks. Bent as I was, my pussy gaping, my juices soaked the leather horse, dripping
to the floor. Jack rubbed his cock around my channel, gathering my moisture, then he placed his shaft between my legs and rubbed it against my pulsing little crown.

  Jack slid himself back and forth, teasing me. My wetness lubricated him well, he slid easily along my cleft.

  But, he did not penetrate me. I wanted him to plunder me, to conquer me, to pound me. Jack Norman drove me mad with his tantalizing hesitation.

  He was only doing that to make me crazy and reiterate his control, he would take me when he wanted to, not when I wanted him to, and that made him the perfect man for me.

  I wiggled back against him, trying to entice him to thrust inside me.

  thirty

  “Do you enjoy having two wolves’ full attention, Miss Mathers?” Jack said with a humorous tone.

  “Yes,” I moaned when Aubrey pulled far enough for me to gasp a breath, then rammed his cock back into my mouth. “Mmph…Please.”

  I would have begged Jack Norman to shove his cock in my pussy to get me the sensation I craved, but Aubrey’s strong hips moving like a galloping rider left no time to put words together. I gave up and resorted to moaning while I wriggled my hips back and forth in time with Jack’s rubs.

  My entire world became the scent of leather, Aubrey’s sage and sharp sweat, and my wolves panting and sounds and the slapping of their flesh on mine. They settled into a rhythm of thrusts and rubs, rocking my body to their beat.

  “Oh Jack, do it! Fill me. Make me take it,” I screamed. Of course, with my mouth full of Aubrey, all those words merged into one long babbling moan.

  Spurred on by my gibbering wail, Aubrey cried and eagerly thrust forward, penetrating my throat. I gagged, and Aubrey shuddered. He pulled back, dismayed. Sweet boy. I caught his eye and strove to open my throat for him. I’d never been able to do that before, but tonight, for the pleasure of my two rough beasts, I would.

  Looking at him pupil to pupil, I sucked my lips in and mouthed, “Come on.” He pressed forward again and I willed myself to open for him. When his head edged into my throat he smiled like a little boy with a cookie.

  “Time to let me in, Miss Mathers,” and Jack gave me what I craved, plunging into me with a suddenness that made me scream around Aubrey’s girth.

  I wanted Jack to pound me, but he swelled like a country mile wide and ten miles long, and I feared his primary thrust. Josiah teased and tormented me, but wanted to save my pussy for the right time to plant his seed.

  Thank God the right time never came.

  Down by the creek, Aubrey and I did everything but full intercourse. I licked him and he licked me, but we didn’t go all the way.

  Jack Norman would be the first.

  “I never,” I gasped. “I never…” I couldn’t get more out between Aubrey’s frenzied thrusts.

  Kind Aubrey guessed the words I struggled to form, “She’s a virgin, mister. She told me and I believe her.”

  Jack’s member pulsed between my legs. “Good. This is a fine time for Jeslie to give up her purity.”

  thirty-one

  Rufen would freak. The look he would have on his face. The inevitable extreme discomfort my ultimate betrayal would cause Josiah pushed me into the excitement’s stratosphere.

  “Yes! Take my…,” I gasped. Straining against the leather binding my limbs, I pushed back against Jack.

  Jack tightened his grip on my hips. He pressed steadily, but gently against my sex. He rocked his hips, making incremental movements. My pristine pussy opened bit by bit and he eased in. As much as I could, within my bondage, I wiggled against him, wanting him all within me.

  With one last movement, Jack pushed the helmet topping his massive penis head through my gates. I shrieked around Aubrey’s cock, and he twitched towards the edge of orgasm.

  With a rider’s driving purpose, Jack filled me to my roots with his enormous manhood. With Jack’s length and thickness stretching the capacity of my femininity, I gave a “thanks” that the man thought enough to get me well and truly wet before he forced my sensitive passage. Even dripping and ready as I bloomed, the stretching my poor pussy done to accommodate him shot a jagged spear up my spine.

  “You are so damn tight,” Jack roared, rocking his hips against mine in with a running wolf’s steady beat.

  thirty-two

  Aubrey shed his normal nice guy shell and pumped my face like a wild beast. Nothing like the sweet blowjobs I’d given him, that he’d been satisfied with, now I had no control over his thrusting. Opening my throat and sucking air in time with his thrusts was all I could do. In all the games we played before, Aubrey looked to me for cues, for how far to go. Now he abandoned all reserve and used me like a simple pleasure receptacle. His uncontrolled passion fired thrills straight to my pussy. What owned us now wasn’t about me. Wasn’t about him. This was about coming, surrendering to our natures, becoming one with the wildness inside.

  While Aubrey fucked my face, Jack pumped my pussy. My body flared at the sudden fullness. Together, we found the tempo that bound our three bodies together. My pussy full, my mouth full, and my body restrained, all I could do was surrender to these two powerful men. Their plaything, their fuck toy, their helpless slave slut, and I didn’t want to do anything but rock back and forth, pleasing my wolves with my slippery holes.

  On the wall hung an antique mirror, the frame embossed with American eagles, wings rampant, and their claws meeting in the middle top of the frame. In my supine position, I could see Jack’s face in this glass.

  My wolf smiled the smile of a being in his element, an expert using his skill.

  thirty-three

  “Do you want to come, Jeslie?”

  I did. I wanted to come for these two men more than I wanted air and water. Though he phrased it as a question, Jack spoke in a commanding tone. Really, he meant to give me no option where I said no.

  “Mmmhmmm,” I wailed and I sent him my more complete thoughts, wishing I were telepathic.

  I wanted them to come in me when I came. I wanted their seed splashing into me. I needed them to thrust into me, to conquer my world with their passion. I completed my surrender to Jack.

  As if mind-reading was a power he had, Jack picked up what I wanted and grabbed the flair of my hip with one huge firm paw. He moved his other hand from my hips to my clit. His fingers found my nubbin like an old friend coming home, and tapped a steady beat on my eager little drum, keeping time with the beat of his thrusts.

  Jack pulled and pushed my body against his hips, moving both my pussy and my mouth to the same rhythm. His other hand worked my clit to the equivalent beat, and the streaming sensation poured into a torrent, flashing through the canyons of my mind, a flash flood carrying everything in my life before the raging waters.

  I gibbered and wailed around Aubrey’s cock and gave myself to the dance.

  thirty-four

  Aubrey’s moans grew louder and more frequent, and he worked my head in long pumping motions. He gripped my hair with tearing intensity. In my diseased state where every pain transformed into pleasure, he could have ripped my curls from my head and that wouldn’t stop me from coming.

  Then Aubrey stiffened, groaned and shoved forward. Hot liquid banged the back of my throat. I sucked harder, wanting to draw every last drop from him. With a young wolf’s vigor, Aubrey spurted again and again, filling my mouth. Some thick, ropey fluid shot from my lips and dribbled down my chin. Aubrey hunched over my head with a death grip on my hair, both hands knotted in my wavy curls.

  He groaned deep in his chest, pulsing into my mouth.

  Aubrey’s salty liquid rolled like lava, heavy on my tongue. I tried to figure what to do with his briny juice. By the creek, I spat Aubrey’s seed to the ground. Rufen never came in my mouth, preferring to spurt in my face and rub it into my skin.

  Now I was indoors and Aubrey’s cum would make a mess. The last thing I wanted to do was clean the floor after all this, but if I didn’t, Maisy who opens the tack shop in the morning would find the mess. There w
ould be no way I could give her an explanation she would understand.

  “Swallow it,” Jack ordered, his voice rough. He whipped his finger against my nubbin like a revving motorcycle, and his hips pistoned into me. I gulped Aubrey’s semen like a woman dying from thirst. The hot warmth running down my throat shot flaming lines to my pussy, and I burned into another orgasmic explosion.

  “Good girl,” Jack roared. His obvious pleasure at my obedient slurping got me going as much as his driving hips and blurring fingers. The mirror reflected his growing fangs and fur popped out over his naked and dripping chest. A ferocious alpha wolf raged behind me, raking my hips with his claws.

  thirty-five

  My legs shook as if an alien mind controlled them. My clit swelled like a bomb about to burst, pushing against my flesh. My pussy contracted on Jack’s hardness and my nectar drenched the leather. Aubrey pulled his cock from my mouth and I sucked in great gasping breaths, sighing like the wind through the buttes.

  Jack’s huge paw ravished my clit and his claws bit into the smooth white skin at my waist.

  My explosion broke through the fleshy walls containing it and fire shot through my body. Canyons and buttes and rocks that had been balanced delicately for centuries crashed into the sky in the landscape of my mind. My body flew skyward along with fiery debris, twisting and turning in the air. The eruption blasted tons of earth and rock and burned like a thousand meteorites as I flamed out and tumbled earthward.

  I landed in a mountain lake’s cool water, gasping and pushed myself back toward the surface. As if his legs couldn’t hold him, Aubrey collapsed in the wicker chair set along the wall. He stared at me with hungry eyes and I gave him back his gaze, licking my lips.

  Jack wasn’t finished yet. His hard body rocked into my posterior as he pumped away into my pussy, withholding his own torrent. He drove faster and his iron grip on my love handles hardened to titanium steel.