by Willow Wilde
And it immediately locked eyes with me.
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“Fuuuuuck…” I gasped.
Randall turned to face it, then back to me. “Get inside. Find a safe place. NOW.”
I bolted back inside, throwing the door shut and bolting it, and took a few steps back before the door slammed hard. Banging against the bolt, I could see the frame starting to crack, and realized too late that it wasn’t going to hold.
Turning and fleeing for the stairs, I made it up a couple before the sound of cracking, splintering wood rocketed into the night. With an inhuman screech, the monster came, racing towards the stairs and bellowing as it lunged upwards towards me. I shrieked as I turned a corner at the top, throwing myself into a bedroom and slamming the door shut. Luckily, there was a closet, and I slammed the shutter as I hid, trembling and holding my breath as I waited for my inevitable death.
I heard the creature’s toenails clattering across the floorboards as it stomped about, breaking down doors and stalking me. It didn’t see which room I ran into, I thought to myself with a slight hint of victory. But I wasn’t out of the woods yet, in a manner of speaking.
Another door broke down, and hen another; I realized that it was in the room. Through the wooden slats of the closet door, I could see the shadows move as the creature clicked closer, growling long and low from the bottom of its lungs. I heard another noise…sniffing…
The light was blotted out from in front of me. With a sudden burst, the door was reduced to splinters in front of me, and I covered my face and shrieked as the werewolf loomed, ready to cut me down…
WHAM! It was slammed into the wall with enough force to rattle everything around me. I looked up to see the naked, muscular form of Randall, standing directly in front of me. With the tightest, most incredible ass a man could have, he had put himself between the murderous creature and myself, standing his ground with complete confidence.
“You will not harm this woman,” he spoke menacingly, before releasing a tremendous growl from his chest. The werewolf clamored to its paws, hulking above my savior before releasing its own roar, apparently defiantly demanding otherwise.
The werewolf lunged for me, and Randall shot forward, grabbing it around the waist. In a tremendous volley, they fought it out in front of me, and Randall met its fearsome swipes with dexterous dodges before countering with mighty blows from his fists. Ducking away from the creature, he let loose a battle roar before launching himself at it, grabbing around its throat and riding it out of the room. I heard the fracas move towards the staircase before the truly vicious sounds of them duking it out as they rolled down the stairs.
Unable to resist, I fled to the rail, watching them on the first floor. The other two raced into the house, both in their wolf forms, and their still-human leader snarled as they all closed in on the cornered werewolf, ready to pounce at the creature…
I felt the wood beneath my foot give way – likely from the weight of the creatures fighting across the hallway, and threw an arm out to steady myself. Unfortunately, I couldn’t grasp the railing in time, and my head smacked hard against the wall as I crumpled to the ground, everything going black around me.
~
When I woke up, I realized I was on the couch downstairs. Panicking and lunging up to a seated position, Randall quickly urged me back down, his warm smile pulling into view.
“There, there, nothing to fear…it’s all taken care of.”
“Is it?” I turned, gazing at him as I held my head in a hand. “But the…the creature, I remember there was a…”
“The werewolf? He’s been taken of,” the shifter reassured me. “He’s locked up in the basement. Knocked out. Just like you were. He transformed back into a man, and without the light of the moon, he won’t be able to assume his less friendly form again. For good measure, we chained the temperamental bastard up. He won’t hurt you again.”
“I…see…” I murmured, resting for a moment. “You saved me.”
“Not just me,” he murmured softly, his fingers brushing against my face. “The rest of the pack chipped in, too. Turns out that Rionn and Rosco have taken a serious liking to you, too.”
“Too?” I started to blush.
“Well…it shouldn’t be a surprise that I find you incredibly beautiful. You’re the sexiest young woman I’ve seen, and I’m happy to let you stay as long as you need to, while you get things sorted out with your truck.”
Oh, right, I thought to myself. Nearly forgot, in all the excitement.
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” he continued, clearly seeing my crestfallen face. “You just stay here and we’ll take care of everything for you. The mechanic in town owes me a favor, anyway.”
“Does he?”
“Yeah, it’s the least he can do for trying to murder you tonight, the poor sod,” Randall chuckled. “But you just get your rest. It’s been a crazy night for you.”
“Randall, did you…say I was beautiful, a moment ago?” I asked softly, moving my hand aside. I could see that he had found some jeans to put back on – a shame, that, I thought to myself as my eyes traced the shape of his impressive shoulders and just about every visible inch of skin attached to them. I also happened to spot the other two shifters behind him, lounging in the kitchen but watching carefully.
He searched my eyes for a moment. “Yes,” he answered. “Incredibly beautiful.”
“You saved my life.”
“It was nothing.”
“It was not nothing. You saved me from that thing when it came for me earlier…and you saved it again when it came back.”
“The least I could do.”
I pulled myself up from the couch and, before I knew what I was doing, I planted my lips against his. The touch of his kiss sent sparks down my body, and I felt a jolt of electricity surge down my spine as he kissed back, his passion still clearly restrained.
“You’re not feeling well, you took quite a blow to the head there,” he murmured as he reluctantly pulled back, but I wouldn’t let him get far.
“I know what I’m doing.”
“You’re sure?”
“Shut up and kiss me,” I whispered, climbing up from the couch.
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Randall drew me into his embrace, the lightest hint of his musk filling my nostrils. I felt a spark flutter down my spine as his lips graced mine, before finally committing to the motion, forcefully and passionately tasting me. There was another big kiss, then another…and his tongue now, flickering against my own, drawing deep, heaving breaths from the bottom of my chest. The fingers of my left hand slid up one of his powerful arms, tracing his muscles as it crept up towards his shoulders. My wrists wrapped around the back of his neck, resting in the crook between his shoulder blades as his lips against mine craved for more, demanded more, settling for nothing less than my all.
I found myself giving it to him, meeting the demands of his lust by plucking at his belt as his strong arms held me close. Eagerness drove my fingers as I pulled the buckle loose, unzipping his jeans to relinquish his weapon. He kept my lips on his, driving me wild with the heat of his mouth, his tongue sliding passionately against my own. But it wasn’t long before I was less concerned about the heat against my lips and more about the heat sliding into my hand, as his weapon was unsheathed from his jeans. It felt larger, thicker even, than any cock I had handled before. To be honest, a small schism of intermixed doubt and terror slid across my mind, and I knew I had to see it for myself.
Pulling my face free from his, I dropped to my knees and began to worship his erect spear. Able to properly inspect it now, I realized that it was just as intimidating in sight as it had been in touch – even more so, in particular. My fingers began to deftly stroke it as I studied the prominent vein that ran down the shaft, feeling the skin roll slightly as my fist began to prime this trembling weapon.
Grunts from above told me that Randall was satisfied with the attention it was receiving; the urging of his fingers, diving into my hair
, told me what he needed me to do. At his command, I parted my lips around his throbbing cock and took it between my lips.
If I told you that it was a perfect fit, then I would be lying my ass off. The thing was huge. It was a monster. I didn’t think I could handle even half its intimidating length, let alone the entire thing.
But Randall was determined that I would properly worship his thick shifter cock and, with his hands pushing down around the back of my head, he urged me ever downward. I struggled to relax the muscles of my throat, desperately trying to please him and accept more of his generous length into my mouth. Sometimes, I had to withdraw his cock, taking a few deep breaths, but he soon had my lips back around his shifter shaft, halfway down the length at least.
It wouldn’t have been so difficult if he wasn’t so thick. Just the very thought of it inside me terrified me – how could it fit? How wide would it stretch me?
But my thoughts were soon distracted, as I realized that the two other shifters had banded around us. Already doing themselves the pleasure of relinquishing their clothes, their throbbing cocks hung at face level on either side, and I couldn’t imagine how I was going to possibly satisfy them all.
While I began to bob up and down on Randall’s cock, my hands reached for the other rock-hard erections, stroking them firmly and quickly. The shifter pack grinned with pleasure as I performed on all of them, and I found a measure of pride when their eyes closed and their deep, rumbling groans lifted from their throats.
As I continued to work their shafts, I started mixing it up a little. Pulling my lips free from Randall’s cock, I descended down on one of his slightly less well-endowed packmates, shifting to stroking duty on his cock. Rosco’s firm shaft happened to be closer to my lips, so it was his that I engulfed with my mouth. It lacked the sheer girth of the alpha’s erection, and matched it mostly in length. This made it far easier to please him, and as he took over pushing my head down, I was surprised to realize that I could inch much further down his cock.
The shifter cock roulette continued on for a while. I spent half a minute blowing one of my partners before my head was pulled free, and my lips were shoved down another. All the while, I kept my hands occupied, ensuring that I was always pleasing all three of them at the same time – no matter the specific configuration. To be used by all of them, their throbbing cocks a blur in front of me, was an experience nothing like any I’d had before, and I loved every moment of it.
But soon, I was growing frustrated that none of the pleasure was mine to have, and the shifters seemed to pick up on this quickly.
Pulling themselves free, their groping hands descending upon me in a small flurry. Grasping my breasts, with calloused fingers grazing against my puckered nipples, I felt a small rush to add to my mounting desire. Meanwhile, Randall kneeled before me and began to kiss across my abdomen. Slowly, surely, he peppered a trail down my thighs, rising back up to kiss his way to my wet pussy. As I felt his tongue press inside, teasing my folds, another shifter met my gasping groans with his lips, his own tongue sliding passionately across my own.
I squeezed my breasts as they pleased me, letting my fingers twist my puckered peaks and tweak my nipples as I saw fit. After a moment, a pair of hands reached down to brush mine away, taking care of the task for me. Freeing my hands up, I stretched one hand down and wrapped it around the cock of the shifter kissing me, stroking the handle as his lips groaned into mine.
Randall’s warm lips between my legs teased harder now, focusing their attention on my clitoris. I squealed and moaned as my thighs clenched harder, clasping around his shoulders as he worked my body.
Another squeeze of my breasts, the calloused fingers brushing against my erect nipples, and I was in paradise.
The handsome men surrounding me continued to work my body for a few minutes before their collective, urging need overwhelmed them. Thoroughly satisfied, I was ready for more by the time that they all drew back, with Randall pulling up from between my legs to kiss my lips once more.
“Are you ready?” He whispered in my ear.
“Yes,” I gasped, watching his eyes carefully.
Pulled my legs around him, my hips below his, he held himself above me with one palm against the ground as he grasped his firm cock with the other. I felt the head brushing between the folds of my wet slit as he teased me, and a sly smile appeared across his lips.
“Just do it,” I pleaded.
“Patience…”
He continued to rub the head along my slit, and I forced myself to maintain restraint. Finally, it pushed inward, and I gasped as the sheer fullness of his erection began to stretch the walls of my wet chasm. The stinging pain filtered into my mind as he pushed, pulling back briefly to only push harder. My hands clasped to his shoulders as my fingernails dug into his skin, biting into the flesh as he forced me to take more of his generous size inside.
Finally, when I thought I could take no more, I felt him rest comfortably against me with his thick cock fully hilted into my wet pussy. As he pulled back, he started to thrust into me, going gently at first. Each push from him forced my lips apart, a gasp wafting into the air as I concentrated on withstanding the pain.
Burying his face into my throat, he kissed my skin deeply and passionately. I felt things I’d never experienced before, as this intense shifter thrust his widening length into my unprepared pussy. I wanted my body to adjust faster, but at the same time, I wanted to experience each and every painful, blissful thrust as I had for the first time.
But after a few minutes, as he continued to be gentle with me, I did begin to adjust. It was a process, but the pain dulled over time, and the ratio slid much further into the pleasure aspect of things.
It was not much longer before Randall withdrew himself with a slight smirk on his face. “Out of the group, alphas eat last,” he whispered, “and they climax last, too…I always take the first taste. But now…it’s time to step aside for my pack.”
Rionn and Rosco eagerly surrounded me, their thick erections ready to go. Rionn pulled me onto all fours and mounted me from behind, rubbing his shifter shaft between the juicy lips of my pussy before pushing himself deep into me with a mighty thrust.
After growing accustomed to the alpha, taking Rionn inside wasn’t nearly as bad. My body adjusted to him quickly, and it’s a good thing, too – he was eager to dominate me from the get-go. His hands clasped around my hips as he slammed against me, swiftly pulling us into a fast, steady rhythm that drew another long, mind-blowing moan from my lips.
Right around that moment, I felt those lips press against the head of another shifter cock. Opening my eyes, I realized that Rosco was holding his cock to my mouth, his hand coming to rest at the back of my head. A wide, mischievous smile was planted across his face as he urged me to take his cock inside, and I willingly obliged. Parting my lips around the shaft, I swallowed half of his erection into my mouth, feeling his hand grasp a fistful of my hair before setting the speed he wanted.
The two of them fell into a steady rhythm as the two incredibly rugged shifters took me, with Rionn quickly dominating my hips and Rosco’s demanding cock pushed into my mouth. The shifters started to speed things up, fucking me between themselves as their willing, submissive mate. I was completely loving it as my tongue swirled along Rosco’s shaft; I teased his frenulum and savoring the salty thickness he had offered me. Meanwhile, Rionn was powerfully shoving his mighty erection into the folds of my drenched chasm, fulfilling me in ways more pleasurable than any of the boys I’d ever fucked before.
Rionn and Rosco pulled themselves free, with Rionn laying down on the ground. Taking me by the hand and pulling me with him, I settled into a straddling position atop him, my palms sliding across his chest while I adjusted to his body again. With myself on top, I realized I was in control – I set the speed as I started rolling my hips across his, the full length of his thick cock pushing up between my folds. The shifter on the floor beneath me groaned in pleasure, his hands clasping onto my
hips as I fucked him, biting my lip and keeping my seductive eyes locked onto his hazy gaze.
Rosco stood back for a few minutes, letting me have my moment to fuck his brother in peace. However, he grew tired of stroking himself, finally stepping into place and grasping my hair in his fist again. This time he tugged my lips around his cock hard, and dominated my mouth within the instant. I sucked down his thrusting as well as I could, feeling him hold my head in place as he shoved his unforgiving mass into my throat over and over. Thank god I don’t have a gag reflex, I thought to myself as his thickness dove deeper inside me, while the shifter himself grew rougher with me all the while.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Randall watching carefully. Stroking himself lightly, he was watching with painful need filling his face, and a primal hunger radiating from his furious eyes. As soon as his shifters were done with me, he looked like he was going to swoop in and savagely take me – I was as intimidated as I was completely aroused at the very thought of it.
