by Ellis Leigh
“More?” Liam asked as he worked his way up my body once I’d finally stopped shaking. “Let me give you more, sugar. Let me give you all of me. You’re good and wet right now. I bet you’re tight, though. Bet I’ll still have to work my thick cock inside your little pussy even though you’re so soaked. Tell me you want everything, and I’ll give it to you. Every inch of my everything.”
Oh, his cock. He wanted to give me his cock. And good gravy, did I want to have every inch of it. I nodded my consent, reaching for his shoulders and dragging him up to my mouth so I could steal a kiss. He tasted like me, a fact that had me moaning and sliding my tongue into his mouth for more. Liam acquiesced, thrusting his tongue against mine even as he reached between us to line up his thick cock with where I was so fucking drenched for him. Where I was already so swollen and tight.
I had to break the kiss when he pushed forward, the girth of the man stretching me almost to the point of pain. Making me keen and pull my legs up toward my chest so I could open myself more for him.
“Oh, my stallion.” I arched my back and rolled my hips, wanting to retreat but needing more of him at the same time. So full, so full. Every inch pulling, every muscle tense but yielding.
Liam stayed slow and patient, working his way inside. Rolling his body over mine as his cock moved back and forth inside me, as he groaned and grunted with the strain of going easy on me. And his face—so hard and focused. Completely set on his task. On taking care of me like a good mate should.
But I wanted him to fuck me.
“Harder.” I pulled my knees up all the way to his chest, wrapping them as far around him as I could. “I need harder.”
“Fuck, sugar. You’re too fucking tight. If I pound you like I want to, I’m going to come in about ten seconds. Let me get you off first.”
“You already did.” I groaned as he slipped deeper, as he punched up into me and made me clench down on him. “Yes, that. I want you deep like that. Deeper still.”
“If I get much deeper, I’m going to come. I’ll come inside you.”
How such simple words could make me grow even wetter, I had no idea. “I want that. Please.”
“Yeah?” He pushed harder, staring down at me. Watching as he bottomed out and made me gasp.
“Fuck yeah. Like that. All the way deep.”
“You want me balls deep? I knew you were perfect for us. Knew it from the second I saw you. Whatever my little fox wants, she gets.” He grunted, driving home a little harder. Rocking me up the grass as his thrusts grew in their power. And when he bottomed out again, when his balls slapped my ass on a brutal thrust, I screamed for him.
“Liam. Yes. That, that, that. Oh god, I need it.”
He groaned long and deep as he hammered into me, as I dug my nails into his back and held my knees up against his shoulders.
“Fucking perfect little pussy. So soft and hot, and so damn tight.” He pulled almost all the way out then thrust deep again, making me yelp with the intense shock of sensation the move sent shooting through my body. “That’s it, sugar. I’ve got your pussy wrapped all around me, and I’m going to make sure it gets exactly what it deserves. So tight, so tight. Oh fuck, I want to come inside you so bad. Want to fill you up.”
He dropped his head to my chest, biting one nipple while he fucked into me. The dual sensations—the two points of slight pain and intense pleasure—made my brain go sideways. There was nothing else, no words to say, no places to move. There was only Liam and his cock inside me, his teeth in my flesh, and my body taking everything he had to give. He muttered words like soft and lush against my skin, panted and groaned and growled as he pushed deeper, changed angles, and pushed deeper again. There was no stopping us, no pausing. Just him and me and fucking ourselves silly right there under the night sky.
“Deeper,” I grunted as his strokes lost their controlled rhythm. “Just a little deeper. I want you to come so deep inside me, Liam. Need it.”
He nodded, panting, moving faster over me and grunting with every renewed thrust. And by the stars, did the man accomplish his goal. Deep, almost painfully so, he thrust over and over again. Making my entire body seize up as I approached that final cliff. As my pussy quaked and the pressure built within me. As I broke, coming with a scream and clawing at his shoulders as if to hold on to something. To find purchase as I flew through the pleasure of an orgasm too big to see the end of.
Liam followed right behind me, practically roaring as he froze. His hips pressed tight against mine, his cock seated deep inside of me as he filled me with his seed. As he bred me. Because that could happen—I knew it, he knew it, and every other male on this farm knew it. As mates, it didn’t matter that we were different breeds. If we fucked, I could get pregnant.
A thought that only made me want to do it all again.
So, we did.
On the second go, Liam flipped me onto my knees and slid inside me from behind. The new angle had me seeing stars and coming faster than before. His fingers pinching my clit certainly helped with that.
By the third time, we’d slowed down. Kissing through every thrust and keeping our bodies connected from shoulders to knees.
And after the fourth time, with me on my side and him rolling his entire body against mine as he scissored my thighs, he picked me up off the grass and kissed my forehead.
“Time to get you to bed, my sweet mate.”
I groaned, my body sore but sated. My mind spinning. Bed. His or mine? Ours? Someone else’s? I had no idea, but I knew once we got back to the farmhouse, I had a decision to make. A big one.
We’d be walking into a house full of males, all my mates, with Liam’s scent all over and inside me. And though I’d chosen Liam to be my first sexual partner, that didn’t mean I had to choose him to share a bed with. Sex was one thing. Sleeping arrangements were something entirely different.
And potentially dangerous.
Chapter Seven
Whoever said you can’t go home again apparently hadn’t been a horse shifter, because Liam had no issues with dragging me back to the ranch house. Thankfully, night had fallen well and good, the darkness blanketing the farm hiding us from any peeping toms. Needing more coverage, we stopped in the barn to grab a couple of cloaks. The simple garments tended to be a staple on any shifter’s property because our clothes didn’t shift with us. Nakedness while having sex outside? Awesome. Nakedness while running into your elderly neighbor? Not so much.
Matthew met us in the kitchen when we walked inside from our night under the stars. I froze, almost afraid of what was to come. There was no denying what Liam and I had been up to—between the wild hair, the scent of sex covering us, and the fact that we stood naked under the cloaks, we were pretty well busted. Matthew didn’t balk, though. In fact, he shot me one hell of a sexy smile as he looked me up and down.
“I’ll assume you two had fun.” He raised a coffee cup to his lips and took a sip before asking, “My turn next?”
Liam wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me against him and leaning in so his face sat next to mine. “It’s up to Waverley.”
I clutched Liam’s arm, unsure of the right answer. Did I stay with the man who’d just gotten naked with me out in a field or move on to the next man in line? There were pros and cons for each decision, but my biggest worry had to do with the men’s reactions. Would Liam be okay with me heading right into Matthew’s bed? And how would Matthew deal with me turning him down to stay with Liam a little longer?
“She’s nervous.” Matthew set his mug down and moved toward us. “My shy bunny’s wondering what the best answer is, am I right?”
I nodded, unable to speak as he sauntered into my space. As his big body pinned me against Liam’s. Matthew raised his hand to my face, brushing a single finger along my cheek as he moved to place a soft, chaste kiss against my lips.
“Tell her, Liam,” he said. The closeness of him, the way he watched me, made my body respond. Made my legs quake and my nipples harden. And w
ith Liam at my back? So wet.
“The choice is always yours,” Liam murmured into my ear, forcing a shiver to erupt in my spine. “You can have us all. Have us however, whenever, and in whatever order you choose. In a herd mating, everything is about making sure our female is happy and completely satisfied. You’re in charge here.”
Liam moved his hands down my body to my hips. Holding me in place with my ass pressed tight against the hard ridge of his cock. Matthew inched forward, sliding his long body against the length of mine. Keeping his hands up over my waist, holding on to me even as he ran his thumbs against the underside of my breasts. Teasing, as always. Pushing boundaries.
“You’re so innocent,” Matthew whispered, dropping down to kiss me again, this time a little less chaste. A little longer and deeper. Leaving me moaning when he pulled away. “So sweet and shy, too. I can’t wait to spread you out on my bed and make you beg for my cock.”
Liam chuckled, his chest rumbling against my back. “Just wait until you make her scream nonsense. Best moment of my life so far, knowing I pushed her to the point of not being able to form words.”
Matthew’s wandering hands covered my breasts, his fingers and thumbs pinching my nipples hard enough to make me jump. “Are you a screamer, bunny? I never would have guessed that.”
There was no way to deny that these two men—my men—had me completely at their mercy. Trapped between them, practically helpless and under their control, I could do nothing but enjoy every second of their attention. Of their touches. Of Matthew’s hands massaging my breasts rough and hard. Of Liam’s hands sliding down my thighs and between my legs to tease me toward another orgasm. Of their bodies pressed against mine. Such a naughty thing to be doing. Such delightful torture.
“Looks like dinner started without us.” Garrett walked into the kitchen from the back entrance with Quinn on his heels. Both men stopped to watch Liam and Matthew overpowering me. Stopped to appreciate the show, if the looks on their faces were any indication. And neither seemed upset in the least that I had two men with their hands all over my body. A fact that turned me on, and yet…
“Liam,” I whispered, needing more from him. More support and assurance. More comfort.
“All up to you.” He kissed my neck, gripping my thighs tightly. “You choose the who and the when. We’ll take care of you. You don’t have to stay with me just because I got the first taste of that sweet pussy tonight.”
And that was my Liam. A leader at heart, kind and selfless, knowing the one thing I truly needed and giving it to me without reserve.
Control.
“I want each of you,” I said, bringing my hands up to Matthew’s arms and hanging on. Grounding myself between my current lover and my next one. “Be patient, though. I want to get to know you all as more than just bed partners. I’d like to spend a bit more time with each one of you. Maybe one day and night per mate for now.”
“You heard the lady. She’s mine for the night.” Liam chuckled against my ear and kissed my neck again. “And I fully intend to make you scream nonsense again.”
Matthew gave my nipples one last squeeze, leaning in for one last kiss too. He made it a good one, of course. Long and wet, deep and hot. Looking almost wild when he finally broke it. “Until tomorrow, shy bunny.”
I could only nod. How did a girl find words when she had a man looking at her the way Matthew looked at me? He didn’t need to charm me or even try to get between my legs. With a look like the one he threw my way, I’d strip right then and there for him. Let him do whatever he wanted.
But first, I needed a little more time with Liam. And a little time to resettle my nerves before I ended up in bed with my stallion.
Which meant a distraction was in order. “Are you boys hungry? I could make you a snack.”
Liam spun me around, leaning in to kiss me before pulling back so his forehead rested against mine. “I’m hungry, sugar. But what I crave doesn’t require much preparation.” He slid his hands over my ass, dropping lower so he could stroke my pussy from behind. “I plan to eat your cunt the second I get you in my bed, so if you need nourishment to keep going tonight, grab something quick. If you take too long, I’ll toss your pretty ass on this table and let the boys watch as I lick up every drop of your sweetness.”
I clenched my thighs together, the wetness running down them a sure sign of how his words affected me. This man and his filthy mouth—I couldn’t resist them.
“I’m not hungry. At least, not for food.” I looked up at him from under my lashes, flashing him a smile as I palmed his thick cock. “But I’d much rather we keep the show private for right now.”
“Just us?”
I nodded, biting my lip as I ran my fingers over the head of him. “Just me, you, and this thick cock making me forget my words.”
His eyes darkened, his face growing stormy. “Lock up, okay, boys?”
Matthew chuckled from somewhere behind us as Quinn rolled his eyes with a smile on his handsome face, but I paid them no mind. I was getting used to these public declarations. These intimate moments shared with the others. Getting used to them…and maybe even growing to like them. Which was why, when Liam picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, securing me in place with his big hand covering my bare ass, I could do nothing but laugh and wave goodnight to the other men standing around the kitchen.
There was no fear, no shame, and no expectations other than good sex that night. A life impossible to resist.
A reality too good to be true.
Chapter Eight
Waking up in Liam’s arms after a long night of him over me, under me, with his face buried between my legs, or with his cock deep in my throat was just about as perfect as I could have imagined. Though, after such a night, I finally understood what that old cowboy saying rode hard and put away wet meant. Every part of me hurt, each muscle sore and aching from the strain of the night before. Even the flesh between my legs felt bruised and swollen from the attention it had received.
What an absolutely delightful way to start the day.
While my stallion slept on, I rolled out of his bed and grabbed one of his shirts, trying to be as quiet as possible. The man needed his sleep. He’d been an animal the night before, fucking me relentlessly in his bed, on his floor, and even once in his shower while he’d pressed me up against the tile wall. He’d said he needed to take advantage of every moment we had together if he was going to have to wait a week to get a second chance with me. Something that I would have assumed indicated some sort of jealousy, but the words had been delivered in a simple, truthful, almost excited way. As if he looked forward to what we could do right then and what he could plan for the next time.
Still, I fretted. I was a fretting fox filled with feels. Or something like that.
When I stepped into the kitchen and saw Matthew pulling out eggs and bacon for breakfast, that fretting turned to downright worry. Would he still be okay with everything in the light of day? Seeing me as I was—obviously well-fucked and wearing Liam’s shirt? I’d turned Matthew down the night before, and he’d seemed okay with it. But now? Would he—
“I swear, bunny. I can hear you thinking from across the room.” Matthew turned, shooting me a devilish smile and crooking a finger at me. “Get your sexy ass over here and help me make some grub before the rest of the boys wake up.”
I shuffled across the floor, biting my lip. Still unsure of his feelings about everything, but running on the assumption that he wasn’t playing with me. That he felt okay about the decision I’d made the night before. That we would be fine.
If the way he grabbed me around the waist and planted me in front of him was any indication, he was more than just okay. He seemed downright joyful, happy to have his hands on me again. I relaxed into his hold, softening to match his shape. To meet as much of his body with mine as possible. To steal a little comfort from him.
Humming softly, Matthew placed a hand flat on my stomach, holding me still with my ass pressed into
his hips—practically using my body to cradle his hard cock.
“I’m not a good cook,” he said, his voice low and sultry. Teasing, even. “But I’m good for whatever else you need. All you have to do is ask.”
Matthew rocked into me, groaning in my ear as he moved to bite the lobe. My head fell back, that spark of pain igniting something inside of me. Something warm and liquid—a viscous sort of pleasure heating me from the center out. His hands followed my curves along my hips, one sliding down, kneading my flesh along the way, moving until he had his fingers planted firmly against my pussy. Cupping me. Possessing the most intimate part of my body. His other hand moved up, up, up until it could grasp my breast. Palm the heavy flesh with a grip just this side of too hard. He had me pinned against him, his strong, muscled arms locking me in some sort of sexual hold. One I wanted more of. That I could only moan and gasp and curl my body into as my way to ask for more.
But he definitely knew what I needed even without my having to ask. He dragged his fingers along the flesh between my legs, teasing with his touch. Winding me up like a top so he could watch me spin. There was no way he could miss how hot and wet I already was for him. How needy he made me with just a touch.
“Matthew,” I whispered as I rocked into his hand. Unable to stop my body from moving.
He chuckled, pressing harder, tweaking my nipple at the same time. “You’re going to do exactly what I say, aren’t you, bunny? You’re going to be such a good girl for me.”
I would. I already knew I would because he’d make me. Not hurting, not forcing, just…demanding in that confident way he had. Pushing me to give him whatever he needed. What we both needed. So commanding, my Matthew. So in control. Liam liked to be in control as well, but the two men’s styles differed greatly. Liam didn’t demand. He led people, guiding them through their choices and giving them the opportunity to make the right decisions. Matthew dominated them. He told people what to do and expected them to follow his orders. Both had the best interests of the ones around them at heart, but Matthew’s desires overshadowed anyone else’s in his mind. He wanted exactly what he wanted, and he’d get it no matter what.
