by Jenika Snow
Smack.
I gasped in pleasure.
Chase moved a step closer and rubbed the tip of his dick against my mouth. Pre-cum seeped from the tip and coated my lips, and I greedily darted my tongue out and licked them clean. He tasted so good, salty and purely male. I opened my mouth and sucked the bulbous head into my mouth just as Xavier slapped my other ass cheek. I closed my eyes and moaned around Chase’s flesh. I could feel the heat moving along my body, growing hotter.
“Look at this ass, getting all pink for me,” Xavier mumbled as he smacked my ass and then smoothed a hand over the sting. He did this repeatedly, spanking one cheek after the other until the only sound penetrating my brain was skin against skin and male groans of pleasure.
“You ready for me?” Xavier gritted out.
I nodded and moaned over Chase’s cock.
And then I felt the tip of his erection slip against my pussy and knew it would only take a little lift of my hips to be impaled by him. I sucked on Chase’s shaft harder and faster, opening my mouth wider and tying to take as much of him in as I could. I twirled my tongue around the slit at the tip, pressing it in gently.
Fuck me.
Xavier didn’t wait anymore, just pushed into me with all his strength, and in one fluid motion. My eyes widened as I felt every inch of his erection stretching me, filling me, and making me burn. The pain and pleasure mixed into one until tears of relief and pleasure slipped down my cheeks. I closed my eyes and resumed sucking Chase.
Xavier didn’t move for several minutes as he let my body adjust to his size, but he was growling low behind me, his fingers painfully deep in my flesh. My inner muscles clamped down on his cock over and over again, an involuntary action that had his hips jerking slightly. He slowly pulled out of me, stopping right at the entrance again and then shoving all those thick inches back into me. He picked up speed, pulling me back onto his shaft as he pushed forward with his hips.
I rolled my eyes back, the pleasure so monumental I couldn’t even think straight. This was what it meant to be fully pleasured during the heat. I now understood it.
Even though I had already gotten off, those had just been teasers. I felt another orgasm start to rise. I hollowed out my cheeks and engulfed even more of Chase, determined to get him off, needing his cum in my mouth. I swallowed that salty ambrosia of his pre-cum and gripped the sheets between my fingers, feeling my climax approach.
Right before I exploded, Xavier snaked a hand between my legs and rubbed my clit vigorously. I hadn’t needed the extra stimulation, but as soon as he started in on the tight little bud I knew the pleasure would be blinding. Chase was now fucking my face, and I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His hard chest was dotted with perspiration, his eyes half lidded as he growled low in his throat. Xavier made a similar sound behind me, and that tipped the scale. Just as I erupted with pleasure, Xavier thrust into me once more before and Chase speared his hands into my hair. Both men grunted loudly, and I felt their cum fill my pussy and mouth. I sucked greedily, swallowing as much as I could. I could feel jet after jet of Xavier’s hot semen filling me, easing the ache inside of my body.
When both men grew limp they slid out of me. I collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. My pussy convulsed, and each time the muscles tightened I got a renewed feeling of ecstasy. The men lay on either side of me, both breathing harshly, the scent of our sex filling the air.
That was how I fell asleep, temporarily sated, but knowing there would be more for me when I woke.
I don’t know how long I slept, but when I woke the sun was starting to set. I stretched out lazily, feeling unused muscles protest, but smiling regardless. I felt refreshed and renewed, like a new woman. The mating heat was still there, but instead of a fierce fire inside of me it was more like a low burn. I didn’t know if it would return full force, but I hoped the guys would still be here if it went down that road.
Even if I didn’t have the heat I’d still want them here.
“You’re up,” Chase murmured.
Before I said anything, Chase ran his tongue along my neck.
“Mmm, you taste so much sweeter now that you’re sated.”
My arousal rose fiercely. He kissed me then, the taste of him washing through me. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close so that I felt his erection against my belly. He was like a madman as he kissed me. His tongue speared in and out of me, an act that seemed a lot like fucking and drove me crazy.
I felt Xavier move closer to me from behind. He smoothed his hands down and cupped my ass, kneading the flesh. Before I could really get into it Chase pulled me on top of him. I gripped his shoulders and broke the kiss, panting as he pressed his cock against my folds. I shivered, hot from the pleasure coursing through me.
“We can smell the heat has returned, baby.”
Chase mouth was back at my neck, a spot all shifter males couldn’t resist. I felt the graze of his teeth along the tender flesh and begged to be filled.
Xavier started licking and nibbling at the other side of my neck.
“Please,” I whispered.
“Please what, baby?” Xavier asked, coaxing the words out of me.
“Please fuck me already.” I pleaded with them. Chase groaned and ran his tongue up the side of my neck. He bit down on the spot where my neck and shoulder met at the same time he positioned himself and lifted his hips up, impaling his cock deep in me. I cried out in relief and closed my eyes. He was long and thick, and when he started moving in and out of me, I felt my skin stretch around his shaft. Chase pumped hard and fast into me, shoving me up the wall until I started to feel a slow burn of pain travel up my spine. It inflamed me.
Xavier gave the side of my throat one more kiss before moving away. The chill was intense, and I moaned in disappointment.
Although Chase had a firm grip on my neck with his teeth, he never pierced my flesh. There was that slight sting of pain. The pressure of knowing his teeth could easily draw blood made me want him to fuck me harder. I buried my face in the hollow of his neck, smelling his masculine scent.
He let go of my neck, the absence of that small discomfort a disappointment. “Ophelia, baby, you feel so good. I won’t last long.”
“I don’t want you to. Let go, Chase.”
He picked up a fast and frantic rhythm that had me teetering on the precipice of orgasm. I gripped the sheets harder and moaned loudly. He placed my feet flat on the mattress, and held my thighs open as far as they would go, his balls pressing against my skin. The sound of our wet flesh slapping together filled the room.
I squeezed my eyes shut and held my breath as pleasure washed through me. I cried out silently and felt my nipple being tugged.
“Look at me,” Xavier ordered.
I opened my eyes and looked right into Xavier’s stormy, heated expression.
“Oh God, it feels so good,” I gasped. I stared at Xavier as Chase fucked me. Just then Chase stilled, his low groan telling me of his impending orgasm. His hot cum filled me in quick jets, and I swear I felt every pump he put into me. It had a cooling effect, making the heat that had been tormenting me vanish. I moaned and tossed my head back at how good it felt.
“Watch me,” Xavier said in a distorted voice, the scent of his bear right there. I looked at him, his face set hard as he pumped his fist over his erection even faster. He grunted right before his cum shot out of him and coated my belly and breasts. Stream after stream of the white liquid flew out of him, bathing my body. It made my skin tingle, as if tiny fingers ran along every inch of me. It made me feel alive. I couldn’t breathe for the longest time.
We were all panting, no one saying anything when the high had settled. Slowly Chase removed himself from my body and helped me to stand. Our combined juices seeped out of my pussy, and Xavier’s cum dripped down my chest. I excused myself and went into the bathroom to get cleaned up, my legs shaking, my pulse thundering.
Once I was done I stepped back into the room and saw Cha
se and Xavier speaking softly to each other. They stopped and looked at me when they noticed I’d come back. There was an uncomfortable silence that filled the room, and I cleared my throat to try and break up the awkwardness.
“Is everything okay?” I was filling the space with idle conversation, because right now things felt really weird. I glanced between Chase and Xavier when they didn’t respond. Both of their expressions were guarded. “This is getting weird.” I hadn’t meant to blurt the words out, and could have slapped myself after they’d been said.
“Come back to bed,” Chase said and pulled the blankets back. Xavier grinned and patted the space between them. I felt a little relieved, but couldn’t shake the weird vibe I’d just gotten from them.
Once I was between them I felt myself relax, the heat still simmering, but tolerable. It was the feel of Chase and Xavier’s big bodies cocooning me that had me falling asleep. But I couldn’t shake of the feeling that there was something going on, and it was big.
****
The following morning
I’d woken up to Chase and Xavier gone, the bed cold beside me, and my heart dropping to my stomach. They’d left a note, something about us needing to talk, but it seemed so impersonal and distant after what we’d shared the night before.
I know I shouldn’t have expected more out of them, more from them, but it was hard not to have wishful thinking concerning the ones you loved. The burn of the heat was faded, and I breathed out at how good it felt to feel a little like myself again.
Go for a walk.
Go to the grocery store.
Hell, go and get a drink even though it’s not even noon.
Anything had to be better than hanging out in the house where it still smelled like the sex I’d had with the bears.
I grabbed my keys and headed out of the cabin. There as a chill in the air, the promise of fall coming up tickling my senses.
I stepped off my porch, making my way to the car, and figuring if anything I’d just drive around … get away from all of this, especially from Chase and Xavier.
“Ophelia?”
I turned around, and looked at Graham. His auburn hair was disheveled, and his face was flushed. I could tell he had been for a run, could smell the adrenaline pumping through his body still.
“How are you?”
I smiled. “Fine, you?”
He nodded. “Good.” There was a moment of silence. “I’m sorry, you look like you’re on your way out.” He eyes my eyes and purse.
“Just a drive.”
He nodded, the silence stretching again. “We haven’t really talked much.”
No, we hadn’t, but then again we both kept to ourselves, Graham even more than I did.
After several more seconds he finally spoke again. “I just wanted to know if maybe you’d like to have dinner tomorrow night?”
My first instinct was to decline, because even having a friendly diner seemed wrong. I hesitated, and I saw the disappointment flash through his eyes.
“I’m sorry I asked. It was presumptuous.” He turned to leave, and I held my hand out, feeling like a bitch.
“No, wait, Graham.”
He stopped and turned to face me.
“Diner sounds nice.” I told myself it would get me out of the house, and get my mind of things and certain people.
His smile was huge. “Great. I’ll get in touch in the next day to finalize things.”
I could hear the excitement in his voice, and probably should have told him this was friendly, something to help me keep my mind off other things. But I wouldn’t be rude.
So, forcing myself to push all thoughts of what and who I wanted out of my mind, and said, “That sounds really nice, Graham. Just let me know.” It wasn’t like I had shit to do anyway.
I watched him leave, and couldn’t help but think about where my life was headed. I turned, went back into my cabin, shut the door, and finally let myself break down and cry for the first time, knowing that this would probably be the hardest thing to get over.
Chase and Xavier would have to be put in the deepest, darkest recesses of my mind, because hoping for anything else would just break my heart all over again.
Chapter Five
The mating heat had been sated.
It was nearly two days later, and I hadn’t heard from Chase or Xavier. They didn’t have any obligation to reach out to me, though. They’d helped me out, done their “job” in making me comfortable and relaxed, and for that I was thankful. Even though things hadn’t worked out the way I had always dreamed about, the fact was I was glad they’d been the ones to help me through my first mating heat.
I hadn’t run, hadn’t shifted in a while, and it sounded like it might help release some of this energy in me. And dusk was a beautiful time to run free.
I grabbed a bag that I could put my clothes into before I shifted, and headed outside. I headed down the path that led away from the community and then veered off into the wilderness. I didn’t stay on the path as I went deeper into the forest, needing this time to myself.
Setting my bag down and stripping, I shoved my clothes in the bag, closed my eyes, and willed myself to calm enough to shift into my wolf. It was then I felt the change take hold of me.
Like electricity running through me, my bones broke and realigned, my muscles stretched, and I felt a wave of gray fur cover me. I landed on four legs, stretched and then shook, and felt the strength of my wolf run through me.
And then I took off.
I ran for a long time, weaving through the trees, feeling the wind move along my coat, and listened to the sounds around me. Small animals scurried away, and ran up trees, birds chirped above me, and the breeze blew the leaves on the canopy that covered me. It was freeing, exhilarating, and I felt better after doing this.
When I finally made it back to my bag I shifted back into my human form, the run having my muscles and limbs sore, and sweat covering my body. But I felt good, free even.
I dressed and headed back to my cabin.
My focus was on the ground once I reached the community, and it was the scent of Chase that had my heart jerking in my chest.
“Ophelia?”
I stopped and lifted my head to see Chase a few feet from me. Despite the emotions raging war in me once more, I put on a pleasant enough smile, or at least I hoped it was.
“Hi.” He made his way toward me. I could smell the dark and wild scent that always seemed to surround him. It made me yearn for more.
“I wanted to speak with you, to talk about some things.”
I cleared my throat and shifted uncomfortably. “It’s okay. Things have been crazy after…” I didn’t finish that, and cleared my throat again.
“Xavier and I would like to talk to you … about what we did.” He had this stern, intense look on his face, and it made me uncomfortable, like what they wanted to talk to me couldn’t have been good at all.
God, was he going to say it was a mistake? My mind was conjuring up all the horrible things they could say, the worry they probably felt about possibly getting me with child. I wanted to tell them, remind them, it was rare for my first time, that they probably wouldn’t be stuck with me, but the words died in my throat. His expression was so stoic, so … emotionless.
It broke my heart, and I was not about to do this with them.
I opened my mouth to respond, to say something, anything, but I saw Graham walking by with an armful of grocery bags. I shook my head, put on a happy, brave front, and said, “I’m fine, really.” I smiled wider. “Thank you for being there and helping me. I’ll tell Xavier the same when I see him.” Before he could say anything else I turned and left.
****
That evening
I stared at myself in the mirror, smoothing my hands down the cardigan I wore, my nerves wracked for some reason. I couldn’t deny I hadn’t been able to get Chase and Xavier out of my mind.
And you won’t be able to, you fool.
Forcing myself away
from the mirror, I went into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of wine, and headed outside.
Graham lived in one of the newer, yet smaller log homes in our camp, further away from the main part of the community. I wanted to say that might have been one of the reasons he was so antisocial, but I think maybe he was just lonely and liked his solitude.
Am I really doing this?
It’s just a meal.
But it doesn’t feel right.
Pushing those thoughts away I left the porch and made my way through the woods toward Graham’s cabin. After about ten minutes I spotted Graham’s cabin several feet away.
As soon as I started making my way up the porch steps the front door opened and Graham stood there with a wide smile on his face, as if he’d been looking out his window waiting for me. He stepped aside to let me in. I handed him the bottle of wine, trying to keep this nice and friendly, even if I scented his interest.
“I hope red goes with what you’re cooking.”
“It’s perfect.” He shut the door and set the bottle on the table. Two candles graced the tabletop along with sparkling crystal and gleaming silverware.
Yeah, this feels weird as fuck.
“I made pork tenderloin, roasted potatoes, and homemade dinner rolls.”
When he opened the oven to show me his work, the smells were intense and heady.
This was a bad idea.
The weird feeling I got from him wasn’t because I feared him, but because this was far more than a friendly meal for him.
“Everything’s ready.” He held the chair out for me, which I took with a polite smile.
For the next half hour we ate. He mostly spoke about things going on in the community, and the work he was doing to procure more land in the surrounding area.
“Dinner was really lovely,” I finally said when we had both finished. Truth was I wanted to go, because being with this male wasn’t what I wanted or needed. “Thank you, Graham.” I didn’t want to be rude, but I was ready to go.
“You are so beautiful, Ophelia.”
