Sanibel Heat -Werewolf Menage

by Scott, Talyn

  He increased the pressure on her vulva, right on the center of her pubic bone. Wasn’t Jayce true when he said she would be more sensitive? Yes, he called that one right. She was going nuts, crazy nuts. Loud moans filled the room - hers. He circled, played hide and seek and teased an inch inside her vagina. “Could you, please, fuck me?” The spreader bar prevented her legs from closing; the ankle and wrist straps prevented her from moving and pleasuring herself. She was at the mercy of two angry, dangerously aroused men. That thought revved her up. Wanting satisfaction, she pleaded her case. “I need you both. I’m truly sorry about the story. It was just that, a story.”

  “With this, honey?” Jayce had a turn with the vibrator and toyed with her aching nipples, “Or this?” he rubbed the underside of his musky, thick cock over the front of her face. She wanted it back in her mouth. “I’ll suck it,” she panted.

  “It’s too late for that, Tatum. Much, much too late,” he handed Bren the offending sex toy and pinched her nipples, hard, a bite of punishment that matched the determined look on his face. “She wants to be fucked and watched, Bren.”

  “Okay, let’s watch,” Bren applied cold lube on her puckered opening. It wasn’t a hard thing to do, considering that she was spread wide and on display.

  She tensed as she waited for his large head to rip her apart. Instead, she felt the cold, impersonal vibrator penetrate her opening. Through the tight ring of her anus, Bren rotated the toy and extended the lube. “How does that feel, Tatum?” He pushed further. “Is this as good as Jayce’s cock?”

  “No,” she shook. If she hadn’t been propped on the strange pillow, she would have fallen down.

  He dipped half way. No pretense and no warning, he went on half way in. “Went about now? Do you like being watched, now?”

  “Only by you,” she squeaked.

  He finished the journey. The vibrator was blunt against her anus. With his rough fingertips, Jayce reached and circled the opening of her filled rectum a few times. “Watch her little hole stretch, she’s amazingly tight, Bren. You’re going to love being inside her secret spot,” he flipped the switch.

  “Oh…Oh…no,” her voice was not her own; she started to swear. It sounded mechanically strained in the quietness of the room. A slap hit her square in the pussy. Without hair, she felt the sting of Jayce’s palm.

  “No backtalk, honey, our wife is going to have a lady’s mouth,” he speared her glistening, pink lips with his tongue. “Delicious,” he rasped. “I’ll never have enough of this sugar-sweet honey.”

  “Want a lick, Bren?” Jayce’s scalding breath lingered over her buttocks. “She’s clenching on my tongue.”

  “That’s an invitation I can’t refuse. Feel me love you, Tatum,” Bren dipped his head and circled Tatum’s opening with his cat-like tongue. The sandpaper effect and vibration in her bottom sent mini orgasms to her clit. He languidly licked the inside of her walls. The silkiness of his hair tickled her most private places, as his warmth melted the cream from her needy folds. Jayce was sucking her nipples, one after the other. Lightly, he teased her left with his hand, while violently sucking the right one. She was far-gone. Bren’s crazy tongue began toying with her bundle of nerves. “You are red and hard here, Tatum,” he fingered where his mouth had left off. “Is there something that you need?”

  “You, I need both of you.”

  Jayce raised himself and covered her back. With a hand on her hip, he fully seated himself in Tatum. Her eyes shot wide, as Bren went back to the headboard.

  “You wanted to be watched,” he winked. A calculated wink that said he had a surprise of his own in store for her. “How do you feel now, Tatum? Do you like having a cold, impersonal vibrator in your ass while Jayce’s warm, steely cock is filling your pussy?”

  “I can’t…” she tried to buck. “ I can’t think…too much,” she hissed. The noises that filled her ears startled her. There was overwhelming pressure that she couldn’t explain. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that they were holding out on one hell of an orgasm.

  “Right,” he agreed. “You’re not to think, we are. We take care of every need that you have. Do you agree, Tatum? Because, I sincerely hope that you do considering that you do not have any choice in the matter. Do you feel as though you have a choice?”

  “Not...uh…um….not really,” she clenched her jaw. Words no longer made sense. Thoughts escaped her. Swirling and swirling further away, the black headiness caught up with her. Jayce evenly pushed and pumped in and out. The vibrator was maddening, alongside Jayce’s calm stamina. She was going to shoot off into the night with an orgasm that would burn out the stars.

  Jayce noticed that thought. He backed out, flipped the off switch, eased her vibrator from her backside, pitched it on the floor, and nipped her shoulder.

  “No,” she cried out.

  “Don’t make me gag you,” Bren walked behind her. “Look how red she is.” Four hands were working through her folds, touching her most intimate places, stroking in and out of her bottom. The suction there was embarrassing. “Look how she is clamping on my fingers. I’m willing to bet, that from now on, that she’ll never be able to climax well without one of us taking her ass.”

  “You’re probably right,” Jayce agreed. With great efficiency, he released her restraints, as they rubbed her joints. Bren easily lifted Tatum and placed her on Jayce’s waiting body. He had centered himself in the bed and waited with a hand on his cock. “I’m going back in, honey. Open wide for me or I’ll have to resort back to the spreader bar.”

  “No condom,” her head spun and searched for the absent box.

  “No more talk of condoms,” Bren reverently stroked her anus. “Nothing will be between us, again. No distance, no work, no hair, no people, and definitely no latex will keep us from your flesh. You belong to us now,” he encircled Tatum’s waist and lifted her onto Jayce’s slicked penis. “We’re about to show you how much.”

  The gravity of her body slid Jayce’s dick to the opening of her womb. She was full and overly sensitive. “I’m not sure,” she muttered and lay on his chest.

  “Don’t move, honey. Close your eyes for a few minutes and let us work,” he pulled her body to his. Light chest hairs tickled her nose, as she snuggled his bulging pecs.

  Bren thrust two fingers in her back opening. She was calmer after the vibrator episode. She knew from experience that Bren was not comparable to the vibrator. His size was the stuff of dirty dreams everywhere, and he belonged to her. She smiled against Jayce’s chest.

  He could smell her happiness. Stroking her hair from scalp to waist, he watched Bren work his tongue in Tatum’s backside. She made this little mewling sound that tore at his control. He had to grind a little to take the edge off the need. “I’ve got to fuck her, Bren. Your mouth is cranking her up, and she’s fisting around my cock.”

  Bren tongue fucked her rectum while Jayce gently pumped her pussy. She was on the second verge of the same orgasm. “We can’t deny her this one,” Jayce ground out. “Get inside, man. Join the party.”

  Bren steadied himself over his mates. This was the ultimate, joined together, mate to mate. No one would be left out, and they could climax together. He greased up his oversized dick and placed his purple head at her gorgeous opening. He had dreamt of her for years, wanted her forever. Now he was claiming her forbidden hole. She was his mate; she could take him, light or hard. Mentally bracing himself, he slid in to the hilt. Gliding his shaft through the tightest ass he could ever imagine, the feel of the friction was insurmountable. The throbbing of her restless, lust induced body sent him into another dimension. She was screaming, poor thing. “Calm yourself,” he soothed, as he rubbed his whiskered jaw over her shoulder.

  “Breathe with me, honey,” Jayce drawled. His voice was heavy with desire. He had stilled his movements so Bren could climb aboard, and the stress showed in every line of his face. Sweat soaked hair stuck to his forehead, as his body trembled with a need so profound that his wo
lf howled inside of his head for release. He was panting. “Tatum, let me hear you breathe deeply, in and out, nice and slow, as you submit to us. We‘ll take good care of you.”

  Bren drew back, and Jayce remained. Bren’s claws sprang from his fingertips, and he ran the back of them over her spine. She shivered in response. “That relaxes me,” she was hoarse from screaming. Bren continued raking the cold, silky blades of his claws across her hips, as he carefully gripped the curve of her waist. He glided his dick back through her tight ass and grunted all the way. He was guttural, animalistic, and fraught with untamed desire, as he spoke to her. “Waited for you for so long,” he cursed and thrust again.

  As she relaxed, Jayce found the rhythm. “It’s so tight, man.”

  “I know,” Bren’s voice was undistinguishable with his inner animal. “I can feel you inside, as you stroke the opening of her womb.”

  “It’s not easy. You’re so large, Bren, taking up all of my limited space.” Jayce cursed. “I’m seeing stars behind my eyes. My balls are tensing, already. I need to let loose,” he took a free hand and reached for Tatum. She was shaking uncontrollably. “Talk to me, honey,” he pinched her dusky nipple to get her attention.

  Pleasure washed Tatum's face. “You’re both in me. I was afraid at first,” her voice hitched. “But this,” she shook her head as if to clear it, “is unbearably sensuous. I would have never imagined this,” she was unable to finish her sentence. She started to clench, roll, and buck. Her engorged core sucked them and held firmly, as she climbed the cliff of unimaginable ecstasy. If anyone had ever told Tatum that she could feel like this, she wouldn’t have believed them. “Oh Jayce, oh Bren,” she started to thrash, but they held firm.

  “Help her, Bren,” Jayce had to come and needed Tatum to finish. She was his priority.

  Bren covered her back and roughly panted in her ear. His cock swirled, ever so tightly, inside her pleading rectum. “Every moment that I’m not inside of you, I suffer,” he gave her neck a sharp nip and soothed it with his coarse tongue. “Tell me how you would suffer without this,” he tortured all three of them with another swirl of his hips.

  “Bren, stop playing,” Jayce cried out.

  Bren retracted his claws and reached between Tatum and Jayce. Her inflamed clit was easy to find. It was cradled in the haven of Jayce’s crisp hairs. With a flick of his thumb and a sharp pinch, she screamed their names, both. Thankfully, it was dinner hour, and most guests were in the restaurant.

  “Oh my fuck,” Jayce went over the edge, dangled a bit, and free fell. The lights went out in his head, as sensations racked his overly stimulated body. As his werewolf sensed weakness, it rammed his forehead and made a try for Tatum.

  Later, I promise. He closed his eyes and coasted away.

  First, Tatum’s shutters went through his body then Jayce’s climax vibrated through the wall of her membrane. He tensed his jaw until the tendons starkly shone in his broad neck. Bren continued to pump her ass until their pulsations nearly ceased. Only then, did he allow himself to fly over the cliff. His spirit left his body in the most religious of experiences. Only now had he felt this whole. She was perfect. Her love and her body took him to a place where he didn’t know he could go. His pristine animal vision wavered before his eyes. In and out, the colors faded into darkness. His wolf was being naughty, trying to get to his mate. He fully understood that. With one last deep thrust, he filled her sweet backside with the largest ejaculation of his life. Minutes, possibly hours went by. Slowly, carefully he slid from her lush curves and fell onto the bed. With his mind, he ensured the locks on the door, summoned spells of protection and drifted into a light slumber.

  CHAPTER 15

  Gage and Bane stared across the table at Troy Hillman. “So, you set me up,” Troy’s eyes roamed all over the larger men.

  “You would know all about setting people up, wouldn’t you?” Gage lifted the manila envelope that centered the table. The restaurant was crowded, and Troy had relatives in Southwest Florida. He wouldn’t embarrass his family by risking a scene at a popular local spot, and that’s what Gage and Bane were counting on. Sure, they could have beaten the hell out of him; but he would have eventually healed. This punishment was far worse. He was going to be permanently shut down. Not only was his ego taking a nosedive, but also his wallet was going to tank before his eyes.

  Troy tensed and studied the door.

  “I wouldn’t,” Bane shook his head. “We can accomplish our goals in a civilized manner.” Truth was; Bane hated to be civilized. Give him a decent fight and watch him tear out someone’s kidneys any day of the week.

  “Why did you use her name?” Troy crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.

  “Why are you looking for her?” Gage countered. He knew damned well why he was searching for her. He was advertising a Tatum comeback on his live feed. If Gage hadn‘t witnessed Tatum’s passion earlier in the flesh, he would have reveled in her online return, and the reunion his ever-hard flesh would have had with his hand.

  “She’s my wife.”

  “Was,” Gage gave him a nasty look. “She was your wife. You’ve been divorced for more than a year. Now, she’s engaged to my business partners.”

  “The fuck she is,” Troy’s eyes stuttered dangerously. “Where is she? I know she’s still in Fort Myers, since her return flight was cancelled.”

  “Cancelled by her future husbands,” Gage continued, ignoring the grip that Troy placed on a nearby steak knife. “She’s under their protection, and you won’t lay a finger on her. So given the fact that your plans have drastically changed,” Gage leaned forward and pushed the envelope towards Troy with his index finger, “I would suggest that you find other avenues of income. We’re both attorneys, Troy. I legally create a ludicrous income. I practice law and make investments with said income. Try it out. Hire someone other than whores to work for you and watch your law firm flourish.”

  Troy’s face flamed with righteous indignation. “You don’t know anything about me, my life, or my firm.”

  “Apparently, I do. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be gripping that steak knife as though you were going to cut out my heart,” Gage calmly set his coffee down. “Study the contents of the envelope, go on,” he motioned. Troy pulled out a stack of papers and placed them on the table. “Not that you deserve it,” Gage noted, “all the bills that you forged in Tatum’s name have been paid. Simply put, her fiancées did not want to drag her through court, again, to deal with you. Of course, they would have trampled you, and you would have been stuck with not only these bills, but court and legal fees, as well. That was my original suggestion,” he lifted his shoulders and shrugged as if he was bored, “but they wanted to protect Tatum at any cost.”

  “Someone paid her bills, so what?” Troy met their cold eyes. “I’m still going to work things out with her.”

  Gage ignored that comment. They all knew that they were his bills, not hers. Troy couldn’t be so foolish as to think that Tatum would come back to him. “Search further,” he tapped the table to gain Troy’s attention to the subject at hand, “you’ll find a cease and desist order for your online web business.”

  That got Troy’s undivided attention.

  Gage raised an eyebrow at Bane. Things could go south quickly. “It only pertains to Tatum Shirley. You broadcasted her online without her permission and continued to show the old feeds. You will immediately stop or face civil and criminal prosecution. She may have wanted to sweep that ugly part of her marriage under the rug and move on, but how can she when you are still making money from her innocence?” Gage didn’t allow Troy to interrupt. “Under the cease and desist order, you will find a restraining order.” That had been tricky for Gage, as he had to forge signatures and cloud the memory of court officials to have the document in his hands so quickly. However, as far as the courts were concerned, it was legal and binding. It was necessary and somewhat legally obtained. “You aren’t to come near her, again.” His hard stare penetrated Tr
oy’s haze. “Do you understand everything that has been explained to you?”

  “I love her,” Troy raked shaking hands through his dark hair. “I want to talk to her.”

  “Well that’s not going to happen.” A familiar voice neared the table.

  Jayce had heard enough. The kind of love Troy felt for Tatum was indisputably destructive. If Bren were here and heard his declarative sap, with a swipe of his claws, he would have decapitated Troy and wiped the memories of the restaurant patrons. Bren had wanted alone time with their mate, and Jayce had gracefully conceded. A union, such as theirs, would enlist sharing in every sense of the word. He was willing to share with Bren but not with Troy. Tatum’s ex had his chance with her and hey">

  As he settled himself in an awaiting chair, he watched Troy’s eyes widen in disbelief. The past mistakes hit Jayce, as he searched the features of his former classmate. Troy had no idea that Jayce and Bren would do anything they had to wipe him out of Tatum’s life. If anyone stood in his way, that person or creature would die. Problem solved.