I could help but laugh, and shake my head.
“I thought ya’ll were suppose’ ta be these tough guys, an’ here you are fussin’ over me like a bunch of hens.”
Felix smirked at me, showing off a sexy dimple, but Bastian crossed his arms over his chest.
“Tough guys worry, too, Cher,” he said. “A real man take care’a his woman.”
He balked, realizing what he’d just said.
“I mean, ya know, I, uh-“
“He mean dat we care ‘bout you, Trix,” Quentin cut in, giving his brother a scathing look. “An if you… well, if you were gon’ help us… then we do errythin’ in our power to protec’ you.”
“Always,” said Felix, his eyes suddenly serious as they met mine.
I put my tea down on the coffee table, and shifted awkwardly on my pillows to face all three of these devastatingly handsome, hideously dangerous, and completely irresistible men.
“About that,” I said. “I did some thinkin’ last night...”
All three men perked up at that, and I grinned, my body heating at the sight of them, eager and hungry, on the edges of their seats, waiting to hear what I had to say.
“Oh, Oui?” Quentin said.
He would have sounded as cool as he was obviously tryin’ to look, but the break in his voice gave him away.
Bastian cleared his throat, and Felix shifted, folding his hands across his lap conspicuously.
“Mm hmm,” I said, a wicked half-smile on my lips. “Like I said, I did some thinkin’, an it seems like… Well, it seems like it’s ain’t much of a choice, you know? I mean, sure, I never thought I’d be that kind of girl… I mean, I don’t have much experience in this kinda thing.”
It was my turn to clear my throat. My core was burnin’ up just tryin’ to put words to what I was thinkin’… What I was agreein’ to do.
“Okay, I don’t have much experience at all,” I said, looking up into each man’s eyes, and suddenly feeling shy, like a little girl, lost in the deep, dark woods. “But if I don’t try—if I don’t try to heal this monster growin’ inside of you—I’ll never forgive myself.”
Quentin reached over and touched my face, runnin’ his hand over my cheek as he looked deeply into my eyes. My heart ached in my chest at the look I saw there—a yearnin’ for somethin’—a sadness and a hope that reflected my own.
Bastian moved behind the couch, and perched on the edge, leaning down to take my hand in his. He smiled down at me, the corners of his eyes crinklin’ in a way that made me melt, my shyness burnin’ away beneath the heat in that gaze.
Felix moved to a seat on the coffee table, and softly stroked my leg, moving his hand down to massage my good ankle and foot. I shivered beneath his touch, the from these brothers, the gentle attention easing any worry that still resided in me, making me relax back into the pillows, pliable and ready for whatever was to come.
“You sure, Cher?” Quentin said. “We wouldn’ feel right if ya didn’ want us, despi’ everythin’ else.”
“Oui,” Felix said, his thumb caressing the arch of my foot in a way that made me bite my lip. “If you uncomfortable, Trix, o’ if you worried, we won’ go no furtha…”
“Do you really wan’ dis, li’l girl?”
Bastian raised my hand to his lips and pressed a hot kiss to my skin, those deep, sensual eyes promisin’ all kinds of pleasure if I would just surrender myself to them.
I could have lied, then—could have said I only wanted to do what was right for the town, or wanted to stop the killin’, and that was why I would give myself over to them… all three of them. I could have saved my pride. Pretended to still be that good little girl who kept her legs shut, and didn’t entertain fantasies of bein’ with someone just for the sake of feelin’ good and wild and free for a little while… I had a ready-made excuse, a rock-solid reason to avoid admitting to the hunger burnin’ inside me; the primal need these men awakened in me with each touch, each lingering gaze. It would have been so, so easy to hide behind that starched, white little lie.
But I didn’t.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I want you all so badly, it hurts.”
A low growl met my ears, then another. Quentin’s eyes glinted, and I gasped. Instead of his usual deep brown, the irises were glowing gold, like the flame of a candle. It made him look startling and otherworldly. The growl came from low in his throat, and sent a shiver down my spine.
I tore my eyes away from his and saw his brothers were the same, eyes shining like animals in the moonlight, each a slightly different shade of gold, like glowing coals, burning with their own fire, although they shared a place in the same furnace.
“Does this fright’n you, Cher?” Quentin said, his voice a low rumble. “Even when we in control, da beast come to the surface…when the blood rises…”
Each of the men still had a hand on me, and I felt their grips tighten, even though they were still restrained. For now, at least. I trembled all over, seeing them like this, but not from fear. Looking at them, and seeing the monsters, so close to the surface, my hunger for them rose to a burnin’ need—a fever pitch that would not be denied.
“You’re beautiful,” I said, heart in my throat. “All of you.”
“We’ll keep ya safe,” Bastian said, his voice harsh and guttural. “You can trust us, Cher, e’en when we like dis. We die befo’ we hurt you, girl.”
Felix’s hand moved higher, rubbing my calf, then moving inside my knee, making me moan.
“You hurt, though,” he said.
He looked down at my breasts, cleavage spilling out of my flimsy tank top, and growled, despite himself, his eyes glowing brighter.
“I can heal myself,” I said. “But I need to wait for the moon to come out tonight…”
Lord, but I didn’t wanna wait, not when they were here, standin’ over me, sniffing the air around me, touchin’ me like they were, lookin’ like they wanted nothin’ more than to rip my clothes off with their teeth and have at it, right then and there.
Quentin looked like he wanted to roar with frustration, but kept himself in check, breathing hard as his eyes roamed my body, drinking in my curves. He inhaled sharply, his eyes burning brighter, then grinned wickedly.
“Felix, make sho Mama’n’him is gone back home.”
Felix sniffed the air, too, then smirked, nodding. He left, and Bastian moved closer, his eyes flashing as he breathed deeply.
“We smell you, Cher,” he growled.
I gasped and squirmed where I sat, shame rearin’ up inside me like an unbroken mare, as I realized what they meant. Beneath my shorts, my panties were stickin’ to me, my body hot and eager for these men. I hid my face in my hands, wanting to sink through the floor and die.
“Oh, God…”
Quentin took my hands in his, pulling them down so he could look me in the eye.
“Smell fuckin’ delicious, you. Mabbe we wait for the matin’, but dat don’t mean we can’ taste you… Get a nose for the woman who bear one ah our cubs.”
My eyes went wide at that, and I pursed my lips, lost for words. My body spoke for me, my wetness spreadin’ at the thought.
“Mmm,” Bastian said. “Smell like honey an’ almon’s… So damn sweet, Cher. I need to dip my tongue inna dat. An’ mabbe you get a taste for us as well…?”
Felix entered the room as his brother spoke, and now moved toward me like a predator stalking its prey—his muscles taut and ready to spring into action—his hunger barely restrained.
“We alone now,” he said, winking at me. “What say you, Trix? Let us feed on ya, honey. Get a taste for our mate…”
I looked from one to another, my heart beating so fast, I thought it might burst. My mouth opened, but instead of the Yes, Oh, god, Please! that was lodged in my throat, all that came out was a breathy squeak. I bit my lip, and nodded.
They were on me before I could blink, Quentin pulling my tank top over my head, and Bastian pulling the coffee table back to give them room, and
Felix working the button and zipper on my cutoffs. In a moment, my shorts were being eased off, over my tender ankle, my bra snapped open and slid down my arms, and my legs spread wide, as three eager, gorgeous men crowded around me, erections straining in their pants.
I should have wanted to cover myself up, to hide my breasts like a demure little thing, or close my legs, but instead I drank in the looks in their eyes as they gazed at me, naked except for my panties, the wet spot clearly visible. I reached over and caressed the bulge in Bastian’s jeans, then Quentin’s. The men groaned and shifted on their feet.
“Please,” I said, tugging at Quentin’s waistband. “Please… I want to taste you, too. All of you,” I added, with a slow smile.
“Oh, Lord,” Bastian said, his eyes rolling back as I stroked him through the fabric.
Felix let out a low whistle, and Quentin swore under his breath. The clinking of belt buckles and the hiss of zippers filled the room, and soon, they stood before me, unbuttoning their shirts and lowering their briefs to the floor.
It was my turn to stare, open-mouthed, at the display of male beauty before me. It was like something out of my teenage dreams—something I caught a glimpse of during late night movies when no one else was around, or read about in my cousin’s dirty magazines, but not something real. Certainly not something that happened to shy little Spooky Gordon.
But here I was, nonetheless, and it was happening. I was here, and I was feasting my eyes on tanned muscle, taut abs, enough body hair to be fiercely masculine, but not so much that I wrinkled my nose, powerful thighs, and cocks that… Well, let’s just say, my mouth watered at the sight of all of them, rock hard and pointing right at my eager little self.
I reached tentatively out and ran a hand along Quentin’s chest, dragging my fingers down over his rigid chest and hard stomach, through that little trail that led to what I wanted to touch the most, before closing my hand around what felt like silk pulled tight over steel.
He growled, then, low in his throat, the sound making the hair on my neck stand on end, and bucked into my hand, pushing his shaft through my fingers until I clasped him tighter, his balls touching my wrist.
God, but he felt good.
I reached for Felix with my other hand, and stroked him gently, until he, too, rumbled low, looking like he wanted to ravage me more than anything else in the world.
Bastian’s hands moved up my thighs, and I moaned, loving how he kneaded me, spreading me wide. His eyes flashed as he looked down at the cotton panties separating him from my soaking wet pussy. With a snarl, he ripped them, shredding the fabric like it was paper. He buried his face between my legs, his tongue lapping at me like a man in the desert led to water, and it was my turn to cry out, my head falling back onto the pillows.
“Oui, Trix,” Quentin breathed. “Relax an’ enjoy, Angel… We be gentle, fo’ now…”
I stroked him harder, my eyes glazing over as his brother slurped and licked, my clit on fire, pleasure coiling with me with each new stroke of his unrelenting tongue.
“Open yo’ mouth, honey,” Felix said. “I got somethin’ for ya…”
I did as I was told, licking my lips, and opening my mouth wide, eager and hungry for whatever he had to give me. When the tip of his cock hit my lips, I groaned, tasting the salty sweetness of his pre-cum as it leaked onto my tongue. I took him into me, stretching my lips around his girth, looking up into his beautiful gold eyes as he slid inside of me, little by little. His mouth was open and he breathed out hard, watching me take him. I held his shaft at the bottom, guiding him into me, sucking and licking, loving the feel of him, so hard and hot in my mouth.
Quentin’s rough hands cupping my breasts made me moan around him. He kneaded them, groaning as he touched me, his thumbs finding my hardened nipples and teasing them into stiffened nubs. I arched my back, bobbing my head up and down Felix’s cock, inviting him to do with me as he pleased. When his mouth closed on my nipple and drew on me, I cried out and ran my hand through his hair, urging him on.
He sucked and licked, teasing my nipple in a way I’d never felt before, an indescribable feeling spiraling from my breasts straight down to my heated core, my pleasure ratcheting upward until I thought I might come apart then and there. He growled and moved to the other breast, squeezing them hard, then suckled on it again like a starving man, his teeth scraping over me until I moaned.
It had never been like this with the professor. We’d never really done much outside of him fingering me and kissing me until I was ready for him to stick it in. I enjoyed it, and I learned how to orgasm from his touch and the feel of him inside of me, but we never really explored oral, and he especially never spent this much time suckling and teasing my breasts. I realized just how sensitive I was there, and shuddered with joy, my body feeling like it was coming alive for the first time, under the Boucher Boys’ skilled ministrations.
When Bastian pushed a finger inside of me, working it slowly into my tightness, my thighs tensed, and I paused, my lips wrapped around Felix’s length. My orgasm came on like a freight train, swift and unstoppable, making me thrash my hips and shiver, my body straining, my pussy squeezing Bastian so hard, he swore, laughing.
“Fuck me, Cher, but you are tight.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s it… Cum fo’ us now, Trix,” Quentin said, still gripping my breasts hard in his strong hands, his thumbs teasing me as my body pulsed beneath him.
I released Felix from my mouth, wailing, cumming so hard, I was afraid I might never stop. Bastian groaned from between my legs, drinking down what I had to give him, his face shining with my wetness. Felix moved around the couch and gripped his brother’s shoulder. Bastian pulled back with a snarl, and there was a brief face off, like two animals snapping at one another, before he backed off, letting Felix take his place.
I twitched, my body electric and sensitive, as Felix lowered his mouth to me, carefully lifting my hurt ankle to set it on the back of the couch, opening me up to him. His tongue forced its way inside of me, stretching out my tight channel, and I gasped, my body squeezing him as I shivered all over, once again, still reeling from my orgasm.
I licked my lips, missing the taste of Felix, and opened my mouth instead, looking longingly at Quentin, now licking and suckling me, once more. His eyes locked on mine, and he stood, his growl filling my ears as he guided his stiff cock into my mouth. I moaned as I took him in, my tongue dancing over his smooth skin, savoring just how fuckin’ hard he was for me. He gritted his teeth, a hiss of air escaping, and wrapped his fingers in my hair, urgin’ me down onto him. I relaxed, lettin’ him pull me down, forcing more of himself inside of me until I almost gagged, then paused, his body practically vibrating from holding himself back.
I could sense the beasts inside them all, roaring, just beneath the surface, howling for sex and heat and completion, pulling at their restraints, needing to fuck and feed and mate…
Needing to kill.
Felix moved his tongue in and out, filling me in a way I’d never felt before, making my toes curl with each powerful thrust. I felt a tap on the side of my face, and realized Bastian was there, too, sitting on the back of the couch, his huge cock pointed directly at my face, pre-cum glistening on the tip like a pearl, in the dim light.
I lapped it up, smiling at how damn good he tasted, how right they all did, and wrapped my lips around him. Quentin stroked my neck and held my hair, urging me to suck his brother’s cock, to take as much as I could, before gasping for air, and turning to love Quentin, once again. I did, letting them fill me, press inside of me, savoring the taste of their skin, the musky, sensual smell of their balls, the feel of them inside of me creating a harmony with the heat and ache of the pleasure rising up in me once more, urging my hips up off the couch, toward Felix, toward the peak, once more.
I switched back to suckling Bastian, his hands kneading my tender breasts, making me rise up to meet his touch, even as I tasted Quentin, even as I took him into me, my tongue making him gasp a
bove me.
“Both,” Quentin growled. “Take both, Cher…”
My eyes went wide, but I opened up as much as I could, hungry for them, needing as much as they could give me. Felix lapped at me, suckling my clit until I wanted to scream, the intensity building higher than I thought it possibly could.
Tears stung my eyes as they both pushed the tips of those hard shafts inside me, stretching my lips, but I was able to hold them both, my eyes rolling back at the sheer naughtiness of what we were doing--of what I was allowing them to do. Of what I was loving, with every fiber of my being.
They moved slowly, carefully, both men groaning, stroking my body, running their fingers through my hair, as they rubbed against one another and I laved them with my tongue, licking and sucking, urging them on—needing what came next, almost more than I needed air.
They came, one after the other, almost on top of each other, each letting out a ferocious howl, their cum filling my mouth in pulses, mixing together into one hot, stream. I swallowed as fast as I could, hungry for it, loving the taste of them, letting it slide down inside me, where it belonged, and lapping up the remnants, trying not to miss a drop.
I had a moment to think, Damn, that’s strange! I never liked the taste before, but then I screamed around them as they pulled gently away, another incredible wave crashing over me, turning me inside out, as Felix gave me release. I shuddered wildly in their arms, and Felix held my calf, keeping me from hurting my ankle as I writhed, moaning like a cat in heat, unable to stop the pulses of ecstasy from shaking me to the core.
Felix hooted with pride, and wiped his mouth, licking the sweetness from his fingers as he watched me come undone. Feeling like a wrung-out dishrag, I opened my mouth, eager for him, too, and saw Quentin kneeling between my thighs, an animal glint in his otherworldly eyes.
“Wait… I can’t! Not again…”
“You will,” he snarled. “Cum for me, you! I need ta taste it all, Trix… Have to have you…”
He lowered his mouth to me, growling as the taste of me hit his lips, then licking feverishly, unthinking, uninhibited, wild in his hunger for me. There was nothing I could do but succumb, as he spread me wide, pinning me down with his crushing grip, forcing me to accept his love, his wanton feeding, his will to make me his, as his brothers had before.
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