Dances with Wolves

by Dances

  Climbing atop her, he grasped her head and tilted it upwards so that his cock brushed her mouth.

  Eagerly she opened it, accepting him inside of her. Working the glans with her lips, she rimmed the sensitive skin with her tongue. Raising her hands to cup his ass, she used it to press him closer. His cock was longer than the gold wolf's, but not as thick, making it easier to suck, but she knew because of his size that she wouldn't be able to engulf him entirely in her mouth. The thought disappointed her, but she did her best to suckle most of him inside her mouth anyway.

  She felt him jerk as his cum shot deep down her throat. Eagerly swallowing every drop, she continued to suck and swallow him.

  He wanted to stay in her mouth but his cock, now super-sensitive to her every ministration, wouldn't allow him. He pulled away from her.

  Veiling her eyes, she looked at him, studied his gorgeous frame and knew how lucky she was to have caught the attention of these two men. Jolted from her thoughts by a particularly wonderful touch from the gold wolf's mouth, she cried out in pleasure, her back and hips arching suddenly as rivers of sensation plunged their way through her body, leaving no area untouched. Her climax was unexpected but wonderful. She felt her cunt contract emptily and knew what she wanted, the gold wolf's cock.

  "Please, please," she begged.

  The man had obviously understood what she was begging for. He stood and dragged her towards the edge of the bed so that her hips were angled and her legs lay flush against him.

  The feel of his cock against her pussy sent shivers over her flesh. His thick cock head rested against her slit. She wanted to feel it thrust inside her even as she feared the thickness, feared that it might hurt.

  As he entered her, she began to climax, her pussy squeezing every inch he conquered, trying to push him out rather than welcoming him in. She could see beads of sweat cover his forehead, saw the moment his control snapped. With one powerful lunge, he thrust his way deep into her core. She screamed as he impaled her on his hard cock. She felt scorched by his touch. Her nerve endings sizzled as her orgasm, rather than fading away, was fed by this vicious entry. Her body sang from the rough handling, her cunt eagerly clutching him and welcoming his deep thrusts.

  The angle of his penetration made her tremble. His cock managed to hit every single inch of nerve-riddled skin, igniting sensations that her pussy had only ever dreamed of. He sawed his way in and out, and soon she felt the splash of his cum shot against the welcoming mouth of her slit. Knowing that they'd both marked her made her feel faint, along with the orgasm that rippled its way like a tidal wave over her body, pushed her over the edge, into darkness.

  Chapter Four

  A twitching foot was the only sign that proved Caden wasn't asleep. The rest of his body remained lifeless, apparently still in the throes of sleep, but for the last hour and a half he'd been awake and thinking.

  As soon as she'd passed out, Caden had literally yanked Jada away from Lucas and rolled her atop him, like a living breathing blanket. A few moments later, she'd stirred, curled herself on to him and fallen into a deep sleep. Lucas had glared at him, obviously resenting the way he'd taken charge of the situation, but Caden had just stared back, calling his wolf to the fore, and Lucas had lowered his head in submission, climbed on to the bed, and settled in for the night next to them.

  Caden had slept for a little while, but the feel of Jada's lush body against his had woken him. His cock had stirred. He'd subdued it, had settled for smoothing a hand up and down her back. Just touching her was special, a gift. He readily admitted he'd never felt like this before, about anyone. Friend or family. He didn't know who she was or what she would be to him, but he knew that he'd never be the same man again.

  She'd moved little over the course of the night. Her body lay partially over his, her right side on the bed and her left leg lifted over his thighs, clasped him to her. He was surrounded by her essence, and it felt damned good. The scent of his cousin was on her, but for some reason it didn't anger his wolfen, and for that he was relieved. It wasn't the first time they'd shared a woman, but as he'd already admitted, he'd never felt this way before. He had thought that sharing Jada would have angered his beast, but obviously it hadn't. It was strange how she called to both of them. He didn't really want to think about what that meant.

  Feeling her stir gently against him, he pressed a kiss to her hair and whispered, "Hello sleepyhead." The words were tender and as he heard them, he shook his head in wonder. Caden O'Connell, wolf-pack Alpha, tender? Never. But, it seemed time was changing him, that or this woman. He had a feeling it was the latter.

  "Hmm," she mumbled.

  He felt her smile against his chest and reveled in it.

  His hand continued to stroke her back, but this time, his hand slid over the curve of her ass and played with her slit. His fingers teased and played until eventually she pressed her head against his chest and mumbled, "What do you call yourself doing?"

  He laughed softly. "What does it feel like?"

  She sighed, the breath washing over his skin. "It feels nice," she admitted, spreading her legs a little more to allow him to explore further.

  Smiling, he complied with her wishes and felt the exact moment she realized his finger had penetrated her. Her loud moan woke Lucas. He tilted his head to see what his cousin would do.

  With sleepy eyes, Lucas rolled on to his side, rested his head on his hand, and watched Jada undulate against Caden's body. His cock was hard, but then so was Caden's. It seemed this woman stirred similar emotions in both of them. What was interesting was that neither of their inner beasts seemed to mind that.

  After a particularly violent groan, Jada demanded throatily, "Touch me!"

  Caden grinned at her imperious command but complied with her wishes. He wanted to do nothing more than touch her! He was under no illusion. She wanted him to stop playing with her sensitive slit. It had been a rotten thing to do, really, as he knew that touching her there merely ignited the need and didn't quench it. His fingers smoothed over the silken hair of her mound, spread her outer labia, rubbed her clit. He was rewarded immediately with a sigh of pleasure from Jada. His cock felt like iron, but he was content to ignore it for the moment, enjoying seeing Jada take pleasure in his touch.

  His fingers slid into her pussy, gathered some of her juices and spread it over her clit. He alternated between smoothing his fingers over the little nub and pinching it with two fingers.

  The alternating movements stirred her and drove her wild. She started to ride his digits, closing her eyes as she sought pleasure and demanded nothing less than that.

  He slid his hand down so that his fingers penetrated her and the heel of his hand rubbed her clit.

  With a few wild hip movements she came with a long loud moan, her cunt squeezing the tips of his fingers for all it was worth.

  As a little moisture burst from deep inside of her, he had to hold back the need to howl his pleasure.

  Lucas' cock was already hard, but when the scent of Jada's orgasm filled the room, his dick shot to full mast, pre-cum leaking copiously from the slit on his glans. He had no idea why this woman affected him so, but she did.

  Earlier on in the evening, his nose had directed him to a luscious scent. As a Wolfen, he'd grown used to scents of all kinds, bad and good, but this one had been unique. It was something he'd never scented before. That newness had made him walk over to the woman who'd been muttering to herself as she walked around the very edges of the room, obviously not wanting to mingle with the rest of the guests. He'd been intrigued by her. When he'd asked her to dance, when he'd held her close on the dance floor, his cock had reacted to her nearness. For the first time since he'd been a randy teenager, Lucas had blushed in embarrassment. His discomfort had eased when he'd scented her arousal and had felt her hard little nipples dig into his chest, but feeling like a callow youth had made him slightly irritable. What was it about her that could make him feel like that?

  As he'd spoken to her,
he'd seen her honesty, seen her feel slightly awkward at his attentions, had even seen her fumble with her shoes, and, despite himself, he'd been charmed. Everything about her had intrigued him. But when she'd told him that this masquerade was her first, worry for her had sprouted from out of nowhere. Just one look at her was enough to see that she wasn't like the other women at the party. There was something innocent about her. Why her friend had invited her here to this sex party was beyond him. It had angered him somewhat that she'd placed Jada in a situation that she was ill-equipped to handle. He'd actually had to bite back harsh words and change the subject.

  As his alpha had walked over and requested a dance, Lucas hadn't been overly perturbed. His wolf hadn't risen to the surface. He wasn't jealous of Caden, but he instinctively knew that had it been another man, Jada wouldn't have left his side. He wouldn't have allowed it. The look he'd shared with his cousin had spoken of their mutual confusion over their reaction to this woman. And they were most definitely confused. There was something in her that called to the beasts within them and that had become even clearer over the course of the night.

  Now, watching her climax from Caden's touch, he smiled and sat up on his knees. Crawling across the bed, he moved behind her and clasped her close to him, feeling her sigh in relief as he supported the dead weight of her body. His hands roamed over her front, eventually settling on her breasts. Cupping them, he squeezed them gently, pinching the nipples and grinning at Caden as she moaned. Both of them were pleased at her recovery speed.

  Lucas lifted her and rearranged her so that her ass faced Caden.

  Her eyes opened in confusion.

  "Fuck him," Lucas whispered.

  Her eyes fluttered open, revealing her hazel orbs, and her hands pressed against Caden's thighs for support.

  Caden reached underneath her, grabbing his cock in one hand and placing it at the entrance to her body. Her entire body shuddered as Lucas used her hips to press her down slowly, allowing her body to absorb Caden's cock. She sat impaled on his Alpha, her body obviously reeling from the sensations hitting her. He knew that Caden was ready to cum, just as he was, so he did something he'd never done before, and had it not been for this woman, he probably never would have either!

  Pushing his weight against her so that she flopped backwards on to Caden's chest, Lucas lowered his head to her pussy. He wasn't overly comfortable being so close to his cousin's cock, but he knew she'd enjoy this and that was all that counted. Pushing his discomfort away, he flicked his tongue against her clit. At her mewl of pleasure and Caden's grunt, he assumed she'd clamped down hard on his cock. Flicking the tip of his tongue directly over her clit, he knew that the mass of sensations bombarding her would be too much. He knew her cunt would be quivering around Caden, driving him mad, driving them both near to climax. Sucking the nub between his teeth, he bit down gently, then harder. With a scream, she came. Seconds later he heard Caden's growl as he too climaxed.

  His cock still hard, he grabbed it in his hand and quickly jacked himself off, clenching his fist around the glans and directing the spray of his cum over her tits. Groaning as he saw the pearly white liquid adorn her magnificent breasts, he smiled as his and her scents intermingled.

  * * * *

  Groaning at the sounds of birdsong, Jada tossed and turned on the bed, covered her head with the pillow and eventually gave up as the sound wouldn't be muted.

  Something awe-inspiring had happened. She just didn't know what. Everything about the night should have terrified her, so why had she rejoiced in their presence, delighted in their touch?

  God, what a night. Her body felt a little sore, unused to such heavy, hard core sex, but it had been worth it. Just thinking about what they'd done to her made her blush. She remembered the feel of the one man's tongue flicking over her clit at the same time as she was full of the other man's cock. She'd never felt anything like that before. Her senses felt frazzled from overload. It was such a wonderful, unbelievable feeling, and she knew that it all was because of those men. Those two men had done something to her, had made her become someone else. Perhaps they had brought the real Jada to life?

  That thought wasn't very comforting.

  Sitting up with a grimace, she squinted into the light and saw why the sound was so damned loud. There was a little bird perched on the open window! She hissed at it, and her alarm clock spread its wings and flew off. Stretching a little, she yawned loudly and looked down at the bed where she realized for the first time that she was alone. Frowning slightly, she scrubbed a hand over her face, making contact with the skin on her forehead instead of her mask. It immediately made her think of the two men. She saw that her mask was on the bedside table. She wondered when she'd taken it off and when the men had gone. She hoped it wouldn't be the last she saw of them, but there was nothing she could do about it if it was.

  She rolled off the bed and reached for her toiletry bag on the bedside table. Popping a few pain-killers into her mouth, she swallowed them dry and hoped they'd ease her hangover. That would teach her to drink too much! She stretched again, only just noticing her nudity. A small smile graced her lips. For the first time in her life she didn't hurry to find a covering. She rejoiced in her nakedness, and she knew she had those two men to thank for that.

  With a smile still firmly on her lips, she noticed that a sheet of paper had been slid under the door. Getting out of bed, she retrieved it and read from the letter. It was the itinerary, apparently a day of horseback riding, soccer, and dancing awaited her. She tried not to grimace at the thought of riding a horse. Was it her fault that the damned things didn't like her? No, it wasn't, but she knew that Larissa wouldn't allow her to cry off. She noted the time, smiling with relief as she realized there was time enough for a long soak in the bath.

  Heading into the bathroom, Jada turned the taps on and adjusted the temperature to her liking. As she waited for the tub to fill, she walked back into the bedroom and looked in the closet for something to wear. She didn't doubt that Larissa would have an outfit planned for her. She just had to ascertain which outfit was for today! She peered through the dresses and noticed a more subdued outfit. With raised brows, Jada pulled it from the armoire and studied it intently. It was a bizarre design, but she thought it was a riding habit, something women would have worn hundreds of years ago.

  She wanted to roll her eyes at Larissa's idea of a suitable outfit. What was wrong with jeans and a shirt, for crying out loud? Jada threw the outfit on the bed and stalked back into the bathroom. On seeing that the bath was full, she climbed into the hot water and sighed in relief as the heat eased taut and strained muscles. She relaxed into the water and couldn't stop herself from reminiscing about the night before. She chuckled as a red flush covered her entire body. The night had been red-hot, and, although she was suffering a little from the after-effects of having imbibed too much alcohol, she could remember ever vivid detail of what had occurred the night before.

  She should be shocked and appalled by her scandalous behavior, but she wasn't. Instead, she was thrilled. God, what would Larissa say when she told her she'd taken part in a threesome? A chuckle of glee escaped her at the thought of Larissa's face. She would wait to tell her when she had a camera with her, that was for damned sure! A shocked Larissa was a rarity indeed!

  Jada hadn't really thought about having sex with both of them. She hadn't really expected both of them to come into her room, but she was mighty glad they had! Sex had never felt so damned right, so perfect, even the naughtiest of acts hadn't seemed sordid or wrong. What had transpired during the night had been wonderful. She thought that every woman should experience sex like that at least once in their life, just to know how beautiful and wonderful it could really be.

  It was stupid but the thought of having turned down Larissa's invitation and never having met these two wonderful men actually made her eyes water. Shaking her head, she scolded herself for her ridiculous thought and made herself think of the day ahead.

  After scru
bbing her body clean and tending to sore areas, she dried herself off and walked back into the bedroom to put on a pair of panties and a bra. Applying moisturizer to her face, she added a touch of eyeliner and lip gloss then walked over to the outfit that Larissa had chosen for her. Sighing impatiently, she dragged it off the hanger to get a better look at it. She shook her head and grabbed the damned thing, throwing it over her head, hoping that it would settle appropriately once it was on her. After fidgeting with it for a few moments, she looked down at herself and was surprised. It was just a dress really, loose around the hips and legs, as was the fashion back then, but it sculpted her breasts and pushed them together. Bizarrely, it didn't really look that out of place. She sent a mental apology to her friend. She would have to learn to trust Larissa's fashion judgment.

  She yanked on the riding boots that she found at the bottom of the closet and winced as they rubbed her heels. They were a little sore from the night before. Pulling them off again was difficult. Going through her bag she found a pair of socks and pulled them on before stepping into the boots again. She sighed in relief as the discomfort disappeared.

  She grabbed a mask and studied it for a second. She didn't relish the thought of riding with the feathered mask. On further inspection, she noticed that the feathers were detachable. The pin that held them together also attached them to the black satin mask. She released the catch and placed the feathers carefully on the night stand. Walking over to the mirror, she pulled the mask on, fiddled with her hair, and checked her appearance to make sure she looked okay. Satisfied, she headed to the door and readied herself for the day ahead.