by Jane Jamison
Marc moved up and took her breast in his hand as he held her leg around his waist and thrust his cock inside her pussy. She fondled her other breast and watched Adam’s and Marc’s faces as they thrust their hips forward, pounding into her from different sides.
Why had she waited so long to have sex with more than one man? The answer came to her almost before she’d finished thinking the question. Somehow her heart had known to wait for the right men, her men, and now they were here.
Adam caressed her back as he held on to her hip with the other hand. His body rocked back and forth, speeding up with each slam of his cock. She could feel his balls slapping against her flesh and wished she could reach around to cup them.
The muscles in Marc’s arms and chest flexed, working as Adam’s did. Watching the two of them fuck her was like watching the gods of Olympus take her as their new goddess.
She smiled, but her smile soon changed into an openmouthed silent scream as the whirl of another climax built inside her. Her body rocked with their motions, her breasts shaking even as she and Marc held them. She wanted their time to last forever, but the storm inside her wouldn’t be tamed. Heat whipped around her insides and grew into a frenzy that had only one outlet.
Marc stiffened, his expression a grimace of trying to hold back the inevitable. With a loud roar, he let go, shooting his hot cum into her pussy. As though spurred on by his brother’s release, Adam growled again then pulled out to let his seed spill onto the blanket.
She wouldn’t have believed anything could be sexier than watching them pound into her, but she was wrong. Seeing their faces as they climaxed pushed her over the edge. The biggest, strongest orgasm of all tore her apart, moving like a cyclone outward from her pussy and into her body.
Their moans mixed together as they clung to each other, waiting for their bodies to calm.
Silently, they looked at the trees and listened to each other’s breathing for several minutes. Tatum was the first to recover and she sat up to gaze at the men lying near her.
She tunneled her fingers through her damp, tangled hair and smiled her joy. “I don’t suppose anyone’s ready to go again?”
Hank laughed, joining his brothers’ chuckles. “Guys, I think we’ve created a sex fiend.”
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Hank couldn’t take his eyes off Tatum since she’d walked into the barn and found them waiting for her. Since their time at the pond, he and his brothers had noted a change in her. Not one that anyone would notice right away, but after they’d made love not once but twice under the big tree, she’d started holding her head higher and her shoulders back. Marc said she’d matured, making the leap from young adult, where she’d lingered way too long, to an adult with confidence and the ability to stand on her own two feet. Adam was right, too, when he’d said she’d had it inside her all along. They’d sensed an underlying spirit in her, reminding them of a female werewolf, and knew they’d chosen well. If they were correct and had even the slightest part in bringing out the new confidence in her, then he was damn proud.
“I can’t stand it. I saw Stacy yesterday, and she wouldn’t even look me in the eyes. When I caught her alone at the cookout, I only had enough time to tell her again that I’d help her in any way I could. But then that tool Doug showed up and dragged her away.”
Tatum tossed her hair over her shoulders, drawing Hank’s attention to her neck. He remembered how soft her skin was, how he could feel her pulse as he’d kissed the vein in her neck. How long would it be before he could kiss the sweet slope again and then sink his fangs into her skin, making her one of them?
“Are you sure it’s not something else that’s got you all twisted up inside?” Adam snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. Tatum leaned against him and brushed her tongue over the seam of his lips. Adam moaned and pulled her even closer to press her breasts against his chest. Marc’s jaw worked as he came to stand behind her.
Hank could smell her arousal, and his cock pushed against his jeans. If he didn’t calm down, the zipper would leave track marks in his dick. Two days had gone by, and they hadn’t had a moment with Tatum until now. Old Man Griffin had kept them busy, and, almost as though he knew what had happened between his daughter and them, he’d shown up unexpectedly whenever they’d tried to get a moment alone with her. Now that she’d finally gotten away from her father’s scrutiny while Roy held his weekly poker game at the main house, she wanted to talk about Stacy instead of making love. He wanted to help Stacy, too, but he wanted, hell, needed to have Tatum’s legs wrapped around him. If he didn’t get relief soon, he’d go berserk and take her in front of the guests and her father.
Tatum shook her head and pushed away from his brothers. The tight shorts she wore outlined her mons and the firm roundness of her buttocks. He ached to slide his tongue over her tanned stomach that showed between the shirt she’d tied in a knot in the front and the top button of her shorts.
“Guys, come on. You know I want to fuck as much as you do, but I promised myself that I wouldn’t get to have fun until we found a solution to Stacy’s problem.”
Marc stalked away, and Hank commiserated with his frustration. He doubted he could’ve let her push away if he’d already touched her like Marc and Adam had.
“Hank, did you hear me?”
He jerked back to find his brothers and Tatum staring at him. “I’m sorry. What’d you say, Marc?”
“I was telling Tatum what Ned told me when he got back a while ago. He said he saw Doug Harmon standing outside the local nightclub with his arms around two girls. Ned said that when Doug saw him, he didn’t try to hide the fact that he was out whoring around. In fact, he grabbed the girls’ tits and pulled them out for Ned to see. Like he was trying to gloat.”
Marc lifted one eyebrow, telling Hank that he knew what he was thinking. He had, in fact, been thinking about fucking Tatum, too.
Hank returned the look with one of his own. If they could find an answer to the Stacy dilemma, then they could get Tatum to join them in the hayloft. His gaze shifted upward toward the loft above them, the perfect place for a good hot roll in the hay.
Tatum made a sound that was very similar to a growl that mixed animal need with frustration. “He’s such a slimeball. Come on, guys, we’ve got to figure out how to get her away from him.”
“Short of killing Doug or waiting until she finally wises up, I don’t think there’s much we can do.” Adam shrugged at Tatum’s glare. “But we’ll keep thinking.”
“Maybe if we blew off some of our sexual need, we could think with clearer heads.”
Marc and Adam seconded his suggestion. Tatum, her eyes clouding over with lust, bit her bottom lip, and, as it always did, the gesture sent a shiver of need rushing through him.
“I guess. Yeah, maybe that would help.” She ran her hands along the curves of her breasts, teasing them.
Bite me, babe.
He’d had enough waiting to last another lifetime. Striding over to her, Hank grabbed her behind the neck and took her mouth with his. His hands wrapped around her, pulling her onto her toes as he thrust his tongue inside her mouth. She tasted even better than she had before, almost as though she’d sweetened her juices with an added sexual sugar. Moaning, she cupped the bulge in his jeans and dug her fingernails into his shoulder.
He lifted her off her feet, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Marc eased up behind her and pulled her hair back to kiss the nape of her neck. Hank watched, still kissing her as his brother brought out his fangs and dragged them over the back of her neck.
She jolted and reached behind to feel her neck. “What was that?”
“Nothing.” Hank thrust out his chin, indicating the hayloft. “Hang on to me, babe. We’re going up.”
Her eyes grew wide as he lifted her then grabbed the first rung and started up the ladder to the loft. She clutched him and hung on. Hank was up the ladder faster than any human could’ve gone without the added weight of another body.
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bsp; “How did you do that?”
He didn’t bother answering. Instead, he laid her against the hay strewn around the area. He disrobed as fast as he could. The hatch to the loft was open, letting the moon spill over her. She sat up and tugged her shirt over her head, freeing her braless breasts. Her breasts were perfect melons with nipples that were already hard and waiting for his touch.
“That is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.” Marc stepped off the ladder and started yanking off his clothes. His tone was filled with reverence, as though he’d seen an amazing vision.
Hank unbuttoned her shorts and pulled the zipper down. To his surprise and his pleasure, she wore no panties. He let out a tortured breath and bent over her. Opening the flap of her shorts, he kissed the flesh above her pelvic bone then slid his tongue over her stomach to the other side. She shivered and reached for him, but he pushed her hands to the floor.
“Give me your hands.” A naked Adam knelt directly above her head and held up a rope.
She glanced at the three of them, and, for a moment, Hank worried that she’d say no. Instead, she lifted her arms, ready to let Adam wrap the binding around her wrists.
“Wait. Put this around her wrists first.” Hank snatched up one of the cloths the hands left hanging from a hook just in case someone needed to wipe his brow or clean a tool. “It’s a fresh one, and it’ll keep the rope from hurting her.”
Adam took the cloth and twisted it around her wrists. Taking care that the rope wouldn’t touch her skin, he tied it then tested it, making certain that the knot was secure.
“Bring her over here,” ordered Marc.
Although Hank wasn’t ready to give up his position between her legs, he helped her to her feet and slid his arm around her to cup one of her breasts before walking her over to his brother. Her shorts fell to her ankles, and she kicked them off along with her shoes.
Marc made her stand under one of the beams running across the ceiling then tossed the end of the rope over the board. He tugged on the rope, pulling her arms above her head, yet leaving enough slack to keep from straining her arms.
“Are you okay with this?” Marc checked the rope around her wrists to make sure they weren’t too tight. If she wanted, she could free her hands with a hard tug.
She gave them a look of pure desire and smiled. “I’m fine. Now what?”
“This.” Hank pushed his head between her tits and pressed her breasts against the sides of his face. “When we’re almost done with having fun with your hands tied, I want to fuck your breasts.”
“Be sure you lick them first.”
“The lady has a point.” Hank grinned.
Marc came behind her again and bent down to glide his tongue between her butt cheeks. She gasped and pushed her buttocks toward him.
Adam stood back, his eyes filled with desire, but seemed contented to watch. Hank tortured her nipple with his tongue while he worked his thumb over the other. She moaned and leaned back, letting her glorious mane cascade down her back.
“Fuck her ass, Marc.” Adam’s voice was guttural, signaling that his inner wolf was raring to get his time with their mate.
Hank shook his head at him, warning him to stay in control. They’d take her as men and not as the beasts they held inside them. He slipped a hand down to ease a finger between her folds. Warmth and wetness met his finger, and he almost creamed in his jeans. She was so hot and responsive.
“Play with her tits, Adam, while I get my fill of her pussy juice.” Hank skimmed down her body, his tongue moving over her skin, taking his time to enjoy the ride. When he came to her mons, he stopped to admire the beauty then groaned and pulled her pussy lips apart.
She widened her stance, welcoming him to her cunt. He smiled, kissed her on the inner thigh once, then flattened his tongue against her clit. She bucked, crying out a soft sound.
“Ooh. I love it. Two tongues on me at the same time.”
Hank glanced around her leg to see Marc tonguing her ass, dipping his fingers into her butt hole, and working his hand back and forth, in and out of her. Adam moved closer and played with her tits, pinching them and watching her face.
“Talk dirty to me, Adam.”
Hank knew Adam loved talking dirty and would be more than willing to give her what she wanted. He brought his mouth back to her clit, sucking and pulling at the tender nub.
“Eat her, Hank. Make her come so you can drink her cream.”
Tatum moaned again, turned on by their touches and Adam’s words.
“Do you like that, babe? Do you like Marc finger-fucking your ass?” Adam slapped her butt cheek, eliciting a sharp yelp from her.
Hank couldn’t believe how great she tasted. A small orgasm released more of her essence, and he slurped it up, making the sounds as loud as he could so she’d hear how much he enjoyed eating her pussy. He pulled back, dragging in needed air and wanting to see what his brothers were doing to her.
Marc rose, dug through the pocket of his jeans, and pulled out a small tube of lube. His brother was always prepared. He squeezed the gel onto the top of her ass then slid the substance into her crease.
Hank watched her face as she realized what Marc was preparing to do. Her face was lit up by the moon, making it impossibly more entrancing. Her eyes closed as Marc moved his cock to her asshole and shoved it inside her.
She cried out, low and soft, a sound that was filled with sexual release. Arching her back, she gave Marc permission to go as far as he could into her butt hole.
Adam fondled her breasts, his gaze darting from her tits to her ass. “Tell us how much you like it.” He squeezed her tit. “Do you like it with pain? How about if I twist your nipple? Go on. Tell us what you like.”
She flicked her tongue over her upper lip. “Mmm. I like the way you pinch my nipples. Do it harder. Do it at the same time Marc rams his huge cock into my ass.”
Adam did what she wanted. Each time Marc would thrust into her, he took her nipples between his fingers and made her yelp in pain.
Unable to stand it any longer, Hank stood, grabbed her legs, and wrapped them around his waist. Marc complained as it moved her away from him.
“Move that bale underneath her and I’ll show you what I’m thinking.”
Marc did as Hank suggested and was quick to catch on. He shoved the bale directly underneath her then gave the rope more slack to lower her close to the bale. Taking a seat on the hay, he pulled her down onto his lap.
Hank kept his hold on her legs and held her steady as Marc pushed his cock back inside her ass. Rubbing her clit again, Hank put his cock to her cunt’s opening and shoved it into her pussy. She cried out, jerking at the binding that held her.
He was enveloped in her heat that drove every thought from his head except to keep plunging deep inside her. Marc held her by the hips then reached one hand around to take a breast away from Adam. Adam flicked his tongue over the other nipple then stepped away.
“That’s it, girl. Fuck them both. I can see your cream on Hank’s cock when he pulls out. Yeah, babe. You’re about to come again. Damn how I’d love to drink your pussy juices.”
Marc growled, paused, then shoved into her one last time. He put his forehead against her back and groaned out his release as he pulled his cock out and shot his cum onto the valley between her butt cheeks.
Hank tried to ignore his brother’s climax, knowing that it might push him over the edge. Instead, he plunged into her and concentrated on listening to her soft grunts as she rocked her hips back and forth.
She arched her body, throwing back her head as her expression changed, her brow furrowing as the painful pleasure of her orgasm scoured outward from her hot pussy. Her body jerked in the throes of her climax. Her breasts bounced as the shudders washed over her and he believed her more beautiful than ever before. He ground his teeth together and fought against letting go but failed when she opened her eyes again and he saw the love she had for them.
Clutching a handful of her hair, he kept h
er looking at him, needing, wanting her to see how much he cared about her. Growling, he shot his seed into her, his hips moving back and forth even as the shudders of release spread over his body. He pulled her to him and her body fit perfectly against his. He slipped his cock out of her and skimmed his palm along her cheek, expressing his love silently as his voice failed him.
“My turn.”
Hank shrugged off Adam’s hand on his shoulder. He couldn’t stand the thought of turning her loose. Not yet. Not until he heard her pulse return to a normal rhythm.
The sound of the barn door opening had them holding their breath. They listened, not moving, not daring to breathe too loudly. Had her father found them? Yet Hank welcomed the idea. He was tired of hiding their relationship.
When the sobbing reached their ears, Tatum pushed away and hissed for them to untie her.
“It’s Stacy. I’ve got to go to her.”
Adam’s face dropped. “You’ve got to be kidding me. What about me?”
Tatum used the rag they’d tied around her wrists to clean herself off then pulled her clothes on as Marc helped to brush the hay from her hair. Hank pulled on his clothes and swallowed a chuckle at Adam’s miserable expression.
I bet next time he won’t just watch.
Chapter Seven
Tatum hurried down the ladder of the hayloft, searching the interior of the barn. She couldn’t see Stacy, but she could still hear her. As soon as her feet hit the ground, she whirled around then stopped, trying to figure out where the crying sound was coming from. The sound bounced off the walls, echoing so much that it seemed the sobs were everywhere at once.
Marc was the first to come to her side. He stopped, tilting his head as though listening. Tatum mimicked him and closed her eyes.
