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I actually flipped over the bed and somehow landed on my feet without a scratch. I surprised myself by how I leaped onto the bed and into the air. I felt something burning through me. It was the will of the wolf. It wasn’t a part of me but I was a part of it, through the bites which still itched every so often.

The look in Duncan’s eyes was priceless.

We slammed into the door and it buckled underneath the strain of my attack on what was supposed to be a defenseless old man. The needle was pulled free with one hand while I was using the other one to grip him by the throat. There was no way the three of them were going to kill him no matter how much they wanted to. It was in their DNA to preserve the legacy of the community. It was up to me to make this last stand on their behalf.

His hand was on my throat and I could feel my lungs burning with the heavy haze of something deadly in the air. It was making me choke but I wasn’t succumbing, courtesy of slowing down my breath to consciously keep whatever oxygen I had in reserve. It wasn’t easy when I was fighting for my last breath and his grip was quite formidable under the circumstances.

“It’s going to be my pleasure…my pleasure…to kill you.” He struggled to get the words out with both of my hands wrapped around his throat.

His complexion changed with his fingers digging into the soft and pliable skin of my neck. I was fading fast and doing everything in my power to stay awake long enough to finish what I had started. I could actually feel my life draining, with the immense satisfaction of seeing him dying at my hands.

Chapter Twenty-nine

Everything was happening in slow motion and his fingers around my neck began to lessen in intensity. I wasn’t giving up and probably would have killed him, with his death haunting me for the rest of my life.

I was pulled free and witnessed the color returning

to his face, lying there laughing maniacally. The fog of the gas surrounded my rescuer and we made it to the safety of the stairs through brute force. The person carrying me wasn’t who I expected it to be. I looked up to see Crosby following, holding onto the wall for support, a few steps behind.

Natalie surprised me by taking an interest in my safety and well being. It would seem our friendship was stronger than I was led to believe. She was working with Crosby and together they blazed a path of broken doors in their wake. I noticed Crosby had droplets of blood on his chin. He had gotten to his father, to cure himself, before his father died of the disease.

The lockdown did very little to suppress their anger, manifesting into a united effort. The gas was slowing them down until we came out of the bottom of an emergency stairwell with fresh air our reward. She lowered me to the ground.

I blinked and she was gone, to be replaced by Crosby, Callan and Wesley. They were right there no worse for wear. I could see their concern as they carried me into the building next door, which turned out to be a restaurant closed for renovations.

“I know what will make me feel better, literally and figuratively. Show me those bodies. I crave the touch of your hands on my skin. It might make me a fool to covet the three of you but I don’t care.” I could still feel the effects of the gas inside me and there was only one way to purge what was currently killing me one soft breath at a time.

It didn’t have the atmosphere of romance and I could have thought of twenty different scenarios better than the one I was currently living in but there was no doubt it felt right and I needed them to breathe new life into me.

“That was very brave and stupid, our father died and, thankfully, it wasn’t by your hand. I wish I'd had the chance to talk to him but he made his choice. We need to stop the coronation but saving you is more important than this supposed legacy.” Callan had just expressed concern and wasn’t playing the part of the Alpha.

I was lying on a stainless steel counter with the cold of the surface making its way through my clothes. Things warmed up quickly when they all began, in unison, to take off their shirts and I watched with bated breath to see their pants come down a little at a time to reveal their manhood on display.

Their bodies had me at a loss for words, stymied by the feeling of complete and utter submission. They advanced and my clothing slowly melted from my body underneath their caresses. Their hands were delicate and dangerous. It was a rare combination of strength and vulnerability that I couldn’t deny.

I took my time committing them to memory, with my eyes tracing every component of their bodies, all the way down to their excitement. I sat up and took notice of their conditions. Reaching for them had Callan and Crosby in my hands. I was getting intimately acquainted with every inch all over again.

“I still can’t wrap my head around how all of you can love me in your own way. We have become more than family, connected body and soul. It’s us against the world. Your voices over the years have taught me to stand on my own two feet. Now that we’re all together it seems impossible for anybody to rip us apart.” I was stroking the two of them and licking my lips with a stare of hunger for the one currently left out.

Wesley helped me down onto my knees, where I didn’t feel I was being used for their pleasure, it was actually the other way around with the power in my hands. My mouth came closer to the head of Wesley’s cock with the errant taste of his cream touching the tip of my tongue.

It was a dynamic which probably would’ve been frowned upon in today’s society. I knew instinctively they could satisfy me on a different level than anybody else. Stroking two and slowly sucking Wesley was my Christmas and birthday all rolled into one. There was nothing better than satisfying my sweet tooth for what was currently dripping in abundance all over my tongue.

“I don’t want to be greedy when there are others begging for your attention.” It was a magnanimous gesture on Wesley’s part and it wasn’t like I could hold back the passion for the two fucking my fists.

I went back and forth from one to the other enjoying myself immensely. It was fun to feel them jerk in response to my tongue wrapped around them. They could be relied upon to give me what I wanted whenever I gave them my bedroom eyes. I was no longer feeling drained and my energy was returning stronger than ever.

I had three very hard cocks going in and out of my mouth, across my tongue to the back of my throat, one after the other. At one point, I really didn’t know which one was currently sawing back and forth between my lips. I was so overwhelmed with the sensations being inflicted on me it was like I was in my own little world of pleasure and fantasy coming to life before my eyes.

“I don’t think that I will ever get used to this. Women have come and gone never leaving this kind of impression. It’s not just tradition and legacy but it’s the hand of fate showing us the path into your arms,” Wesley said with sincerity dripping from every word out of his mouth.

He was truly in touch with the universe and had taught me to accept those things I couldn’t control. Wesley was grunting and I could feel the telltale vein down the back of his cock projecting its need to expel the contents of his balls. I held them in the palm of my hand to feel their heavy weight filled with the ambrosia of the gods.

His hands on the back of my head solidified my place in his life. His hot load spurted from the tip with no words of encouragement. I had coaxed the seed bubbling to the surface and was happy to devour every single drop. I retreated with a very audible pop of his knob escaping my lips. I licked them clean and held him tightly with his knob tracing across my lips leaving behind the sheen of his delectable juices.

“I have nothing left to give to my country. You are a very naughty girl and I think somebody should fuck the attitude out of you. I believe you’re in luck and you have your pick of two,” He motioned to Callan and Crosby, who were completely transfixed by what I was doing to them with my hands.

The sticky nectar clung to my fingers and I stood momentarily, before jumping onto the stainless steel counter with my legs spread invitingly.


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