by Mina Carter
“You like what you see?” A deep voice rumbled from behind made Vanessa jump, but just as quickly she relaxed. Jace. His voice and scent were unmistakable. “Because that will be you in half an hour.”
2
She turned and Jace sucked in a hard breath. The black coat with its deep hood concealed her slender frame and her long blonde hair, but what he could see of her face took his breath away. From the first moment he’d seen her, he’d thought she was the most beautiful woman on the planet. Slender, with just a hint of lithe curves, the scent of her Wolf wrapped around her, mingling with her expensive perfume to create an erotic, alluring scent that had his cock punching to full mast within his pants.
Her eyes were wide, but darkened with desire. Her breathing shortened and caught as she looked up at him. That she felt out of place was evident, her nervousness almost palpable and the need to protect rose in him. That was the problem when he was around her. He wanted to fuck her senseless, his cock pounding into her over and over. At the same time though he wanted to wrap her in his arms and protect her from the world and anything that might hurt her.
His cock jerked in his pants, reminding him where they were. Protection could wait. She was here. She’d accepted his invitation. He hadn’t been sure she would, especially with the link he’d sent with his text. Even after their last white-hot encounter, he still didn't know if she was into the same things he was. Perhaps, it had been a little bit of fun for her, nothing more. Which would suck, big time, since all he wanted to do now he had her in front of him was to do it all again.
She didn’t look scared though. Instead, her eyes sparkled with anticipation, her gaze sliding to the side when the noises from the alcove where Miranda, a club regular, was being fucked.
“Really?” Her voice was low, husky with desire, the sound made his already hard cock ache to be inside her. Her lip trembled as she spoke again. “In front of everybody?”
He allowed a small smile the curve his lips as her gaze wandered down over his body. Unlike at court, here he dressed differently. The suit was gone, replaced by a pair of leather pants and heavy boots. Unlike some of his contemporaries, he preferred to dress plainly. No harness or leather-work for him.
“I was thinking of something a little more…private,” he admitted, sweeping an arm to the side and showing she should follow him. She did without protest, but he couldn’t help a little glance down. Her coat was modest, shrouding her from shoulders to just below the knee, allowing him a glimpse of her legs—stocking-clad he hoped—neat ankles and dainty feet.
He led her out of the main room, enjoying the lustful glances cast her way from many of the men, and even some of the women. She was gorgeous, so beautiful she made his heart ache, she was all his. To do with as he pleased, although he did not understand what he had done to be granted such a boon.
But God, he sure as hell planned on capitalizing on that privilege tonight.
She said nothing, merely followed him down a short corridor to one of the private rooms. He pushed open the door, remaining silent as she walked past him to enter the room. Like the main hall, it was decorated in sumptuous shades of burgundy, with dark wood and leather furniture laid out like a sitting room. But this was no ordinary sitting room. On one side, in another alcove, was a large four-poster bed. Straps and other trappings decorated its posts. Ones he knew she’d seen when her breathing faltered.
“Let me take this for you.” He moved forward, reaching for her coat. She complied without protest, undoing it and letting him slide it from her shoulders. This time it was his turn to have breathing problems. He had told her to dress sexy…but fucking hell, he hadn’t expected the result that stood in front of him.
Her hair was caught up in a messy pleat, long tendrils loose to frame her delicate face. The up-do emphasized her slender neck as it flowed into shoulders bared by the strapless design of her dress. A dress that ended just below her ass, to reveal the lacy tops of her stockings and the clips of her suspender belt.
“Fuck me,” he whispered in awe.
She cast a glance over her shoulder and smiled. “I rather thought that was the point of the night.”
“Sassy wench. You’ll pay for that,” he told her in a rough voice, turning to hang the coat on the hook by the door. A domestic task, but he needed the space, even for just a second, to get himself under control. If not, he’d fall on her like a ravening beast, and take what he wanted. When he wanted. As hard as he wanted. As many times as he wanted.
Sucking a deep breath in, he turned back around, mask back in place. He folded his arms, looked her up and down, and allowed everything he planned to do to her tonight to flow through his mind. If he weren't already hard, painfully so, he would be now.
“Turn around,” he ordered. “Show yourself off. Let me see what I’m getting tonight.”
Without a word, she did as ordered, her movements delicate and graceful. Just watching her turned him on even more. The strapless dress was black lace, as were her stockings and suspender belt. She did a full turn and faced him again. Her expression was shy, yet mischievous, and she looked up at him through her bangs.
“You like what you see?”
Fucking hell yeah, he liked what he saw all right. The words dried up in his throat, and all he could do was manage a nod. She smiled and his cock jerked in response.
“Oh good. I was worried you wouldn’t like it.” She bit her lip, and all Jace wanted to do was storm across the distance between them and crushed her mouth beneath his. Only iron discipline kept him where he was. “You don’t look sure,” she added, registering his lack of movement. “Perhaps this will convince you.”
She turned and his attention was hijacked by the length of her slender legs. His gaze traveled up stocking-clad limbs up to her ass. The lace hem of the dress had ridden higher with her movement, up past the stocking tops until its edge rested halfway on her butt.
She wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Holy…” He broke off the curse before the rest escaped his lips. His cock wasn’t so forgiving and pulsed painfully against its leather confines. Fucking hell, he was so hard he would end up with zipper marks along his dick.
His control broke, propelling him across the gap between them. His knees hit the carpet before rational thought kicked in, but by then his hands were on her hips and his tongue parted her pussy lips.
She tasted divine. Salty-sweet, musky arousal. He growled in the back of his throat and plunged his tongue deep into her cunt, determined to gather up every last drop of her cream. She moaned, the soft, breathy sounds almost taking him over the edge there and then. His fingers dug into her hips to hold her in place as he feasted on the delicious treat she’d revealed to him.
No panties. He hadn’t seen that one coming. Growling again, he flicked his tongue from her sweet pussy and curled it around her clit. She whimpered, wriggling her hips grinding her ass back against his face. He didn’t care, his tongue lashing the tiny bundle of nerves before sliding up to her cunt again. He alternated tongue fucking her with licks and nibbles over her clit.
When her knees threatened to give way, he lifted her, carrying her the few steps to drape her over the back of the couch. Then he began his torture again. She whimpered and cried out, always pushing back, eager for more. Needing more just as much as he wanted to give it to her.
The door behind them opened and she froze for a second. He pulled away, his lips just millimeters from her pussy, to whisper. “It’s okay. They’re friends.”
She relaxed, and her trust in him rocked him to the core. He could have invited anyone, but she’d taken his word, not even looking at the newcomers. In reward, he flicked his tongue over her clit again and hold it between his lips and sucked. She screamed, her climax hitting her hard and her body tensed. Immediately he let go of her clit, and shoved his tongue deep into her pussy again, only to groan as the liquid heat of her release covered him.
“Beautiful.”
The quiet word came f
rom behind them as Jace pulled away from her. Vanessa tried to stand, but her legs were like jelly. A flush rose high on her cheeks as she found herself surrounded by three tall and muscled men. Jace was familiar, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. The heat on her cheeks rose higher when she realized what he was wiping away.
The other two men were dressed in leather pants and boots, naked to the waist with broad chests on display. One had a pierced nipple. Both men were masked.
Sudden nervousness assaulted her, and she stepped closer to Jace. He pulled her into his arms, a finger under her chin to lift it. His lips covered hers, tongue demanding entrance. She shivered and opened up. He kissed like there was no tomorrow. Hot and open-mouthed, until she whimpered and pressed herself closer, forgetting they had company.
More hands, other hands, stroked over her arms, around her waist, and a pair of lips left a trail of hot kisses on her bare shoulder. It felt good. Better than good. She’d always wondered what will be like to be with more than one man. Now she had three at her disposal. Heat rose in her body and a familiar tension coiled between her legs. Tension so tight she might as well not have come recently, certainly not minutes ago thanks to Jace’s tongue.
“Gorgeous, utterly gorgeous.” She didn’t recognize the voice, but the words were whispered against her neck as hot lips nuzzled just below her. A shiver rolled through her again, weakening already weak knees and she leaned back into their embrace.
“That’s it, baby,” Jace murmured, his big hands cupping her tits. “Let us take care of you.”
Oh, she was all for that. A moan in the back of her throat, she turned her head toward the man behind her. His lips whispered over hers and she parted them. His kiss was different to Jace’s. Soft and exploratory, as though determined to root out all her secrets. She had just one at the moment. The need to be fucked, over and over, by all three of them.
He slid his tongue past her lips seeking hers to dance with. She let the moan rolled up from the center of her chest, not arguing as they lifted her bodily between them and carried her. They didn’t lay her on the couch as she’d expected, but carried her to the back of the room. Curtain hooks rattled on track as the drapes were pulled aside, and she was laid down on a padded surface. The lips left hers and she looked up to find them all watching her.
Heat washed over her and she arched her back a little, rocking her hips to make the most what she had. To show herself off for them. Anticipation. Need. Lust. Want. They all coursed through her until her skin felt too tight and she was ready to scream for someone, anyone, to touch her.
Jace leaned forward and hooked his fingers under the top of her dress to pull the fabric down. Masculine intakes of breath told her they appreciated her choice of bra.
“Pretty,” muttered Jace, “But in the way.”
His fingertips delved into her cleavage and pressed the clasp. The bra fell away, her tits loose and nipples beading in the cooler air. Dress down below her tits, and the hem up around her waist, she was exposed to them.
Wanton. Slutty. Available. And she loved it.
“My turn.” The one on the left muttered, sliding to his knees by the table she’d been laid on. It was lower and narrower than any table she’d ever seen before. Also, tables were rarely padded like this one was. She didn’t have time to think about it more because hard hands parted her thighs, hooking her legs over broad shoulders. Hot breath washed over her pussy, which clenched hard. She moaned, body already tight. Ready to come again. Needing to come again.
Jace leaned down and swirled his tongue around one of her nipples, just at the same moment another hot tongue swept over her clit. She gasped, caught between the dual sensations, and Jace lifted his head to smile.
“That’s it sweets, just enjoy it. They think you’re gorgeous, just as I do.” He leaned down and continued his assault on her tits. The third man stepped to her side and she looked up to find his cock out and level with her lips. She turned her head, parting her lips in invitation. She needed her mouth filled with cock. Now. If not sooner.
They both groaned as he pushed past her lips. The salty musky scent of man filled her nostrils and she swept her tongue over the sensitive head. The thick shaft in her mouth jerked, pulsing with pleasure, and its owner groaned.
She closed her eyes and sucked. A thick cock in her mouth, and lips and tongues over her tits and pussy… She was in heaven. Perhaps this was a dream, if so she planned to enjoy every minute.
3
“That’s it, baby,” The man with his cock in her mouth muttered, shoving his hips forward gently. She relaxed her throat and took more of him. His words faltered, becoming a groan, one echoed by her own when two thick fingers slid into her pussy.
“Take it all… That’s it.” Jace lifted his head. She made a sound of protest at the loss of his lips, but his big hands cupped her breasts and he tweaked her nipples. “Fuck, you look fantastic… Do you like that cock in your mouth?”
Unable to nod, she made a small sound of pleasure. Jace’s slow chuckle surrounded them and he tweaked her nipples again, pinching and pulling the sensitive buds gently. She whimpered this time, pleasure arrowing from her nipple straight down to her clit, and her pussy clenched around the invading fingers.
“God, she’s wet. Wet and tight,” the man between her legs lifted his head to mutter.
Then his tongue returned, lashing over her clit in a sensual attack. She arched her back and rocked her hips to get more sensation, moaning and flicking her tongue over the head of the cock in her mouth. Her body tightened in rhythmic waves, signaling her impending release.
Jace kissed up over her breasts and along her neck to nuzzle below her ear.
“You know what happens if you let them make you come, don’t you?” He whispered.
Pulling back, to lick along the shaft in front of her, she managed a small shake of the head. She had a good idea, she wanted to hear him say it.
“We’re going to fuck you.” His breath warm over her neck, Jace’s words were dark temptation. “One after the other. In all your holes. We’re going to fill you, fuck you, until you scream… Until you can’t walk properly.”
Thick fingers plunged into her pussy again, curling back to press against her G spot. Liquid heat escaped her, bathing the invading fingers and she whimpered.
“She’s almost there.” The words were whispered against her clit, and then a hot mouth covered it. Sucked it deep, as a warm, wet tongue flickered over it rapidly. It was enough and too much all at once. Her head dropped back as pleasure hit her broadside. Sensation exploded through her body as though each cell had been coiled tight and exploded all at once, creating a firework display of sheer pleasure cascading through her body.
Masculine groans filled the air around them, appreciation and lust thick in the air like perfume. They moved, but her attention was hijacked by the sensations coursing through her body. Her legs were pushed wider, a muscular male body pressing between them. Something warm and hard rubbed between her pussy lips, then fit against the entrance to her cunt. She opened her eyes to see one of the masked men looming over her. He pressed forward, and the thick head of his cock breached her. She sucked a breath in, letting go on a moan of pleasure as he slid deep. He was big, thick and wide, but nothing she couldn’t handle. Not as big as Jace, but his cock was big enough to cause a ripple of pleasure through her cunt.
He threw his head back, baring his teeth as he groaned. “She’s tight, so fucking tight… I’m not gonna last long.”
She didn’t answer that one, instead arching her back and bearing down on his cock as he thrust into her again, and again. A hard, fast pace that rocked the table beneath them. Hand smoothed over her, cupping her tits. Not Jace, she’d know his touch anywhere, like she would his kiss as he turned her head with a finger under her chin and claimed her lips.
She groaned into his mouth, as each hard thrust fed the waves of pleasure within her. Anticipation wound its fingers through her veins as her imagination fed
her images of what would happen next. The thrust got harder, faster, and then uncoordinated. He slammed into her one last time, threw his head back and roared his release.
“Fuck she’s good,” he managed after long moments, pulling away. With surprise, she realized he’d used a condom, not common among shifters. Without a mating moon, pregnancy was unlikely, and they didn’t catch STDs like humans did. She appreciated the courtesy of not having cum slide down her thighs, and pool under her in a sticky mess.
“I told you, didn’t I?” Jace rumbled, lifting her into a new position.
She found herself astride the second masked man, his sheathed cock nudging at her slick entrance as he wrapped his arms around her. She caught her breath as she sank down over him. He was big, very big. If she hadn’t already been fucked, she’d have been too tight for him. His nostrils flared, cock pulsing within her as they remain locked there for a second, her hands on his shoulders.
Then he moved, driving that thick, hard cock into her tight cunt. She bit her lip, eyes rolling into the back of the head as she rode him. It was a ride of pure pleasure with her pussy stretched around him.
“So tight… Fucking beautiful.” His words were whispered against her neck, soft kisses accompanying them as he lay back, pulling her down to lie over his chest.
She didn’t answer, caught between the sensations of his cock in her pussy, the sensitive breast driven over his chest, and Jace’s hands on her back. He was behind her, she felt him when he leaned over. The hardness of his body, his chest against her back, and the thick length of his cock fit against the groove of her ass. A small whimper escaped her throat, surprising even her. Somehow Jace slid his hand between the two of them as they coupled, clever fingers pressing against her clit. Rubbing, and stroking, until she was mindless with pleasure between them.
