Claimed by the Wolf

by Charlene Teglia

  Apparently she harboured a reckless fantasy or two, because her nipples hardened and her sex throbbed while she stared into his fathomless midnight eyes.

  “Come for me.” Kadar breathed as he bent his head to kiss the soft skin behind her ear. “He’s watching us. Looking at you. Show him what he has to look forward to.”

  “I can’t,” she whispered back, cut he stroked a sensitive spot deep inside her while his other “hand moved up to tease her nipples and her breathing hitched. Kadar increased the pressure on that hidden spot and she trembled.

  It was twisted to find this so exciting. To love getting caught with Kadar's hand between her legs while she was naked and spread open “Not at all.” Kadar answered her thought as he moved to the side so that her body was better displayed for Abaran while he continued to pleasure her with his hand.

  “You like having his eyes on you while I’m touching you. You like being exposed and unable to do anything about it. He's watching me push my fingers into you and imagining it's his cock you're taking”

  She let out a soft moan.

  “You look so pretty, all flushed and eager, legs apart, riding my hand.” Kadar kissed the curve of her shoulder, careful not to block Abaran's view. “You've even more beautiful when you come. Yes, that's it.”

  His low-voiced encouragement combined with the hot delight of what he was doing to her sent her over the edge. She moaned again and jerked helplessly in her manacles while her hips bucked, grinding herself against his hand.

  Kadar slowly withdrew his fingers, stroked her sex as he gave her another deep kiss, then left her hanging there, naked, exposed, still almost unbearably aroused.

  He conferred with Abaran, their voices pitched too low for her to hear. She waited, torn between embarrassment and.

  The two men finished, and walked toward her. She swallowed hard and wondered what would happen next. Abaran reached out to cup her breasts, as if testing their weight and firmness. “Very nice.”

  Her body jolted at the first touch of his hands. She looked into his eyes and said nothing, intensely aware of herself as a sexual being, equally aware of him. Wanting whatever came next.

  He pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and she sucked in a breath at the firm pressure. His hands felt hotter, as if his body temperature ran higher, and the texture of his skin felt almost like he wore fine leather gloves. He tugged and the stimulation went straight to her sex.

  “Sensitive,” he added in an approving tone. He released his pinching hold on her taut peaks and ran his hands over her torso, making her nerves sign everywhere he touched her.

  “She's wonderfully responsive,” Kadar said, giving her bare hip an appreciative caress. The Sensation of having two men touching her made her weak with desire.

  “Stroke her clit just so and she nearly comes out of her skin.”

  “Does she?”

  “See for yourself.” Kadar grinned, and Sybil fought not to squirm and reveal her level of excitement. Abaran cupped the palm of his hand between her legs. He met her eyes and held them as he gave her an intimate squeeze, then ran his fingertip just inside the seam of her labia, not quite penetration but, oh goddess, he was doing it in front of Kadar, who was offering her up to him like a gift.

  Abaran drew his fingertip over her clit in a slow, drawn-out movement and she whimpered at the jolt of sensation. His face grew sharp with hunger. “I'm going to love taking my turn with you,” he said. He turned his head to Kadar. “I saw how much she enjoyed your hand between her legs. How did she like, your cock?”

  Kadar grinned, his teeth flashing white. “I'll show you.”

  His earlier claim that he'd take her in front of an audience before he let her go rang in her ears. He was actually going to. And she had no choice but to let him.

  Ten

  Sybil gapped as Abaran stepped back and Kadar moved to stand between her parted legs. He wrapped one hand around his thick shaft and guided it into position, until he was pressing against her opening. Her flesh gave way easily to allow his head entry, betraying her eagerness.

  He was going to fuck her while she was helpless in chains and Abaran stood by, watching. She was going to die. She was going to come instantly.

  “That's it Open your sweet pussy for me.” Kadar said, working more of himself in.

  He bent his head to kiss her, filling her mouth with his tongue as he slowly filled her with his insistent penis. He was hard, thick, demanding, irresistible. In this position it was all she could do to accommodate him, and she understood the reason for the lubricant he'd spread liberally over her mound and worked into her folds. Without it, she might not have been able to stretch around his size. With it, she was stuffed so full she couldn't move.

  He rocked back and forth, giving her more of himself with each stroke, until he was in as far as their angle allowed and she was trembling and straining against her chains.

  She felt his fail wrap around her thigh, and quivered, knowing what was coming.

  The pointed tip searched out her anus and pushed inside so hard it burned She let out a hoarse cry at the dual invasion that had her so incredibly stretched to the limit that every sensation was magnified.

  Kadar's tongue mated with hers. His pelvis rocked into her, sending his shaft deeper. She felt his penis throb, a telling reaction that meant his orgasm wasn't far off This wasn't going to last long, Sybil realized dimly, and that was good because she couldn't last. She was writhing and letting out helpless cries as Kadar impaled her with his thick shaft, the pleasure so intense she couldn't contain it. Abaran was watching it all, seeing and hearing her uninhibited response that revealed how much she loved the treatment Kadar was giving her. Loved having an audience for this intimate performance. Loved taking every inch Kadar could cram into her.

  Her body bowed and broke as she came, and Kadar let out a roar of satisfaction, fucking her harder, ejaculating in a violent spending.

  She sagged as her muscles went slack, letting the manacles and Kadar’s body support her.

  He let out a low, pleased laugh and ground his pelvis into hers, pressing those wicked ridges against her vulva. “That’s how she likes it,” he said over his shoulder to Abaran as he reached up to roll one n ii-r nipples between his fingers.

  Abaran moved closer and cupped her buttock, giving it a squeeze, “The witch enjoys the way you use your appendage, I see.”

  Kadar grinned at him. “I think you’ll find each other to your mutual liking.”

  He gave Sybil another deep, hard kiss, grinding his lips against hers while he stayed planted in her body. “I hate to leave you, witch.”

  Her eyes widened as caught his meaning, “Kadar?”

  “Time's up.” He pulled of her by inches, drawing out the moment when their locked flesh would separate. When his head slid free of her, she felt bereft of his support. “With him, she could face Abaran and be brave. Without him, she' felt more chicken than confident erotic playmate. She-made a soft sound of protest, unable to stop herself.

  “Ah, don't fret.” Kadar stood back, his spent penis laying against his thigh, still impressively thick. “Abaran will give you a fine ride.”

  She looked away, not wanting him to see the flicker of panic in her eyes. How was she going to go through with this? After the porn star display she'd put on, Abaran would think she'd be comfortable with anything. And when he put his hands on her again, maybe she would be. She was losing her boundaries, losing herself with these men.

  Kadar moved forward again until his body pressed hers into the rock behind her.

  He whispered for her ears only, “Losing yourself? Or finding yourself?”

  Abaran slid his arm between, pushing Kadar back. He gave Sybil a look so fierce she would have stumbled if she'd been standing under her own power. “Do you refuse me?”

  “What?” She stared at him, confused.

  “Do you me?” Abaran repeated the words slowly and clearly. “Do you refuse to come to my bed?”


  Sybil felt her cheeks flushing scarlet. “No. I mean, not no. I’m not refusing. I . . .”

  she ground to a halt, mired in verbal quicksand and sinking fast.

  “Ease up,” Kadar said to Abaran. “Our little witch is sensitive all the way through and you're scaring her” He caressed the curve of her check and directed his next words to her. “You are a treasure to be shared, not hoarded. It is time I let you go. Abaran has been patient lone enough.”

  “Abaran could be more patient,” the demon said in a gruff tone. He relaxed the arm he'd made into a. barrier between Sybil and Kadar, drawing back to stroke her bare belly in an inviting gesture. “It might ease the transition if we shared her between us before I take her from you.”

  '“Would you like that?” Kadar stroked her cheek lightly once again and then rubbed his knuckles along her jawbone as he asked her the question.

  She pictured herself bracketed by both naked men. Kneeling to wrap her lips around Kadar's shaft while the other man moved into position behind her . . . Sybil swallowed and found her voice again. “No. Thank you, Abaran, that’s a generous offer, but if it's time, we should go.”

  “She wants it,” Kadar told the other man. “She just doesn't want to interfere with your time and your choice.”

  He left out the fact that she was too chicken to act on the fantasy, which Sybil appreciated. Or maybe he was just confident that they could seduce her into trying it.

  “Good of her.” Abaran gave her a considering look that sent a shiver of something other than apprehension through her. Interest. Anticipation. Desire. “This position limits too many options, but it might be interesting for foreplay.”

  The two men on either side other suddenly made her feel like a bird between two cats. Both of them ran their hands over her breasts, making her nipples and her pulse react to the uniform caress from two different partners. Abaran's hand moved lower until he cupped her sex with a possessive grip.

  “You're softer just after you've been taken,” he said, sinking his fingertips into her folds. “Still ready, and so slick you could take more without any resistance.”

  Sybil closed her eyes, imagining his shaft pressing inside her opening, sliding easily into her pleasure-softened flesh until she held all of him. His fingertips moved lower, testing her, pushing until three of his fingers were fitted tightly in her sheath.

  Abaran exploited her response, working her with his hand while Kadar laved her nipples with his tongue and her body coiled tight. He watched her through half-lidded eyes and she found she couldn't look away from his dark gaze. “Will you come with my hand between your legs while the dragon looks on?”

  Her breath hitched and she realized she was on the verge of doing just that.

  Climaxing like a wanton while Abaran filled her sex with his fingers. He rubbed the pad of his rhumb over her clit and she let out a moan, unable to hide her response. He repeated the caress, drawing it out, drinking in her reaction, watching her hips raise for him while her torso arched to offer her breasts to Kadar's wicked mouth.

  “Or maybe I'll move between your legs so I can teach you whose cock you should spread for now,” said Abaran. “Drive inside you and make you come wrapped around my shaft.”

  Sybil felt a tremor run through her. Part of her wanted him to take her like this, rough and fast. His eyes gleamed and she realized they weren't truly black, but a purplish blue as deep as midnight. He looked like the demon lover of old stories, something born of darkness and old terrors and secret desires.

  “Please,” she whispered, not knowing if she asked him to do what he'd suggested or to wait.

  “Please?” Abaran's expression grew feral. He released her to use both hands to unfasten his pants. He didn't strip them off, just freed the straining member that Sybil stared at, captivated. His penis curved in a shape reminiscent of a scimitar. He moved to stand between her legs and planted his palms against the rook on either side of her head as if preparing to do pushups from a standing position. Kadar shifted aside to trials her more accessible.

  Sybil had to ask the question. “Is that going to hurt?”

  Abaran's smile widened. “Wait and see.”

  Not exactly reassuring, but Kadar was close, and she trusted him.

  She felt the first heated contact of male flesh to female, as Abaran's penis slid along her labia like an introduction. She drew in a sharp breath, her eyes caught and held by his, waiting for him to possess her.

  He found her entry, and pushed slowly, steadily inside while her senses reeled from the intimate exploration by an unfamiliar male. The curved shape of his shaft put more pressure in exactly the right places. His body pressed hers back, the rough surface of the rock abrading her buttocks, his hard, smooth chest flattening her breasts. His hot, leather-like flesh covered her and sent unexpected jolts of pleasure through her.

  “I'm inside you,” he said in a voice thick with satisfaction. “But not as deep as I'm going to go the next time I take you. I'll have you on your back with your knees over my shoulders. I'll have you on your knees with your ass raised high. I'll have you every way I want you, Over and over.”

  He withdrew, then rocked back into her as he spoke, his powerful muscles flexing as he drew out the slow, steady penetration. “Whose cock are you taking, witch?”

  She swallowed convulsively, lost in exquisite sensation as he pushed all the way inside until his groin ground into hers. “Yours.”

  “Say my name.”

  “Abaran.” She moaned the answer.

  He turned his head to look at Kadar. “Free her.”

  Sybil wanted to scream in frustration when Abaran abruptly pulled out. He stood aside and waited while Kadar loosed her, then pulled her into his arms with her back to his chest, his penis cushioned by her buttocks. Kadar ran his hands up her ribs to cup her breasts, offering them to Abaran. The demon bent his head to suckle each in turn while Sybil's breath came harsher and faster.

  Abaran's mouth scorched her sensitized peaks, the hard suction he applied making her whimper. Having Kadar hold her while another man ravished her flesh added an erotic edge to the experience.

  “Told you you’d want it,” Kadar murmured, his lips brushing her earlobe. “It feels so good to be in my arms while he tastes your sweet curves. You loved having him watch while I thrust between your legs. And you're going to love having me watch while he pushes into your slick heat next, your body still soft from coming for me.”

  She shivered, knowing what he meant. Being taken by two men at once. One in front. One behind. “Kadar, I don't think I can do it.”

  “Shh.” He kissed the soft spot below her ear, nuzzled her neck. “Don't think. Just feel. Feel bow much pleasure we can offer you.”

  Abaran raised his head to look into her eyes. “You're mine now, witch. I can do anything I wish with you.”

  She gulped audibly. She trembled and her knees sagged.

  “Don't be afraid,” Kadar said, stroking a hand down her side in a leisurely caress that made her nerve endings sing.

  “Be afraid.” Abaran bent his head to claim her lips in a hungry, bruising kiss. His tongue probed at her lips, demanding entry. When she opened at the pressure, his tongue filled her mouth. The taste of him made her gasp. Sinfully dark and delicious, his tongue against hers a seductive intimacy.

  When he ended the kiss, her lips were swollen and parted, her breath coming in pants while she stared at him with wide eyes.

  He was a demon and he'd made her want him. He'd made her love the slide of his flesh into hers, the feel of his skin against hers, the sweet thrill of his mouth on her breasts and the harsh insistence of his lips grinding into hers while she opened to taste him and let him taste her.

  Eleven

  I like that look in your eyes.” Abaran's mouth curved in satisfaction just before it crushed hers again, devouring her with a harsh, open kiss. His lips ground hers against her teeth while his tongue thrust inside, then withdrew. “That look that says you know y
ou’re mine now, and you don't trust me.”

  He shaped his palms over her breasts and squeezed, a rough caress that would have hurt if she'd been less aroused. A tremor wracked her frame and she leaned into Kadar's support. She felt his thick shaft stir against her and swallowed at the obvious state of his arousal. Abaran laughed at reaction and raised his head to look past her at Kadar.

  “Oh, she is delicious. So hot. So anxious. I don't know if she's afraid I'll make her take both of us at once, or afraid I won't.”

  Both. Sybil shivered and imagined the two of them piercing her body, her tender flesh burning as two cooks tunneled into her with ruthless lust.

  “I don't know what I want more,” Abaran went on as he pressed his body against hers. “To put you on your hands and knees and sink my cook into your pussy while Kadar fucks your mouth, or to push into your hot, tight ass while you take his cock between your thighs.”

  He ran his hand down her body in a brutally erotic caress. “Or maybe whet I want most is to have you all to myself and at my mercy.”

  “Your choice,” Kadar said. He stroked her arms, gentling her. “If you wish to share, I'll enjoy your generosity. If you wish to have her alone, you'll enjoy her undivided attention.”

  “And what do you say, witch?” Abaran stared into her eyes, demanding a response.

  “Don't hurt me.” The whisper escaped her before she could stop herself.

  “Don't hurt you?” He shook his head and sank the edge of his teeth into her lower lip. “I can't promise that. There are so many kinds of hurt. You're hurting me now. My balls hurt from wanting to spend myself in you. My muscles hurt from restraint.”

  “Restraint?” She was afraid to ask, but she did, anyway.

  “If I let myself touch you the way I want to, you might refuse to be alone with me.”

  “Take her,” Kadar said. “You're too lost to instinct to share, When you’ve marked her, if you still want to experience her between us, call me and I'll come.”

  “I didn't think I'd have so little control,” the demon said in a rough voice, “But she's a witch, and she smells of sex and demon power.”