All I could do was nod, feeling the coil inside me tightening.
But I held off, not wanting to let things take their course, not let the pleasure of feeling Shaun all around me and in me take me over. My breath was caught in my chest, my lungs barely able to move as Ethan’s hand began to swivel. He didn’t give Axel what he wanted, moving slowly, sinuously up and down Axel’s shaft, mapping every considerable inch with his palm. I watched Axel’s jaw twitch, his teeth grind as he submitted to the slow, sensual stroke, until finally, he couldn’t cope anymore. Ethan snickered when Axel’s hand slapped down over his and worked it up and down hard and fast.
“He’s gonna come,” Shaun announced. “You wanna see that, love? Watch him come from smelling your sweet scent and staring at your hot little cunt? Tell him you want that.”
“Yes.”
Now my lips were open, and the word kept coming out, over and over, as every muscle in my body locked down, my cunt squeezing Shaun’s fingers vice tight, right before I flew over the edge.
It felt like the world stopped still, my focus entirely on Axel’s cock, on his and Ethan’s hands as they stroked up and down once, twice, three times, before it happened. I lost sight of them as a wave of heated pleasure roared through me, but I heard Axel’s ragged gasps, felt the splatter of his cum, right as my body went into riot.
The world reduced down to a light, warm place, completely formless and yet radiant. It was like being held in a tight embrace or sinking into a hot bath, but an endless one that would love and cherish me always. So when a pair of giant green eyes appeared in all that light, resolving itself into a white wolf that stared down at me, I wasn’t afraid. She loved me, wholly and solely, that was all I got, and right now, I couldn’t bring myself to wonder why. My eyes opened moments later to see both Axel and Ethan had gotten out of the car.
Those overalls that I’d seen unbuttoned before were torn open, the considerable girth of Ethan’s cock revealed. A kiss on my temple came before Shaun let me go, seeming to know I needed to move forward. They watched me, both men, as Axel dropped down to his knees, doing exactly as he’d said—servicing Ethan’s cock in a series of slow sensual movements, but Ethan wasn’t having any of that. He caught my eyes and held them as he gripped Axel’s skull, pushing past his lips at what felt like a brutal pace, but why did that somehow thrill me?
Ethan seemed to flex his hips harder, making every damn muscle shift and play with every stroke. Unlike Axel, he seemed to string things out, going shallow with little strokes that left everything but the head of his cock hanging out, so I’d see the glistening surface of his shaft. Finally, Ethan had enough, punching his dick into Axel’s mouth in short, sharp thrusts, the other man’s hands slapping down on his butt to hold him where he was and stop him from pulling back, then that was it. I saw Axel’s throat work, spasming around Ethan’s length, just as the other man came to a stop. Ethan fought to hold my gaze as pleasure racked his body. I felt the echoes of his pleasures through my own body, until finally, he pulled his cock free and tucked it away.
“Let’s take this up to the house,” Shaun said, “and hammer out some ground rules. Things are gonna get heated, but there’s some lines that can’t be crossed.”
Chapter 16
“Been awhile since I’ve been in one of these,” Axel said as he strolled inside the door. It looked much like Shaun’s place, but bigger. As we went through the open plan living area, we looked down the long corridor.
“Lucky you,” Ethan said, peering inside a bedroom. They seemed much the same, except for the one right down the end. This was obviously the master, as a massive bed spanned the entire back wall, along with a wardrobe, some bedside tables, and…supplies. “Well, well,” he said, opening a drawer, then another, pulling out vibes, dildos, lube, anal beads, all still in their packaging. He tossed them on the bed, a veritable cornucopia of sexual aids. Ethan looked back at me, a small smile forming. “Looks like they wanted to make sure you had fun.”
“And us too.” Axel pulled out a cock sleeve, measuring the internal diameter with his fingers before tossing it back. Then he flopped down on the bed, dislodging sex toys left and right, looking like some kind of male centrefold with that bare chest on display. “So how we gonna do this?” He scratched at his beard, then ran a hand across his abs, smiling when he caught my attention. “Heads are cool…well, cooler.” A little flex of his groin made it apparent whatever fires we’d fuelled, they weren’t entirely out. “Come here, greedy girl. Tell me all your hot little dreams, and we’ll see about fulfilling them.”
There was something deceptively lazy about him right now, like afterglow had put the predator into a good mood while his belly was full. When he reached a hand out for me, I found myself smiling and stepping forward. Why wouldn’t I? He was smoking hot, promised to respect my boundaries, and besides, I didn’t need to go any further than I wished. Ho
w far was something I wondered about when our hands connected.
Seeing him, his cock, with Ethan, they were like gut punches, driving the air out of my lungs, but from hot, hot lust rather than pain, and when we touched, I felt a little sizzle of sensation, something he seemed to get as well. His fingers tightened and he drew me down onto the bed, where I was forced to clamber over dildos and his legs to get to the empty other side. He rolled over instantly, partially blocking the sight of the other guys out, making my focus only him. For a moment, he just stared, his eyes dropping down to look at my lips, then up and back down again. When I went to look past him, he shook his head.
“Just give me this, just for a moment.” Axel’s voice was soft, gentle. “You don’t have to give me anything else, just your attention, just for a minute.”
When I stayed staring at him, I was rewarded by a broad smile, and that was pure fucking catnip, wasn’t it? Intellectually, I knew I should be flattered that a guy that looked like him was that intent on capturing my attention, but fuck me if a little queen didn’t live inside me, tapping her sceptre on the floor and demanding her due. He nodded slowly, studying my face.
“Tell me, why did you chose me?” he asked. “There were all those blokes there, dying for just a second of your time. Why me?”
I looked away, letting my eyes trail down his body, which was reason enough really. He was massive, big slabs of muscle, and the definition was insane. Medical students would have pored over his frame, learning each discrete group with ease, but when I reached out, it was for entirely different reasons. I felt it, his hot, hot skin, for just a second, and then his hand covered mine. He held it against his chest, not tight, so I could’ve pulled away at any time, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to. I let my thumb brush back and forth within that limited range and then replied to his question.
“You’re really tall, really big…in more ways than one.” His grin widened as my eyes slid down. But they came back up again. “I’m guessing there’s no shortage of big, beautiful men with massive dicks in this town.”
“Doc Hobbes calls it the peacock gene,” Shaun said, appearing by the side of the bed. “Thinks that women have been mating men with certain traits, which results in…”
I wanted to listen to more of that, look at this man, the one my Tirian was convinced was my mate.
One of them, she assured me.
But Axel had asked me for my attention, and he’d get it. I felt bold, pulling my hand out of his grip, then brushing the pads of my fingers across his full bottom lip. Just as I thought, they felt plush as satin.
“So if there’s no shortage, any of you would do.” I reached down between us, pulling out a big floppy silicon dong. “Or this could.” I tossed it over my shoulder to the sounds of the men’s snorts. “So why you?” I looked beyond Axel to the others. “Why any of you?” I let out a sigh, the breath hissing out for what felt like an age, and Axel’s arm went around me, scooping me in and holding me close until I went limp against him. That made this easier to say.
“I’ve been on my own for most of my heats. Sometimes, I’ve found human men raring to go, but they get… They get mean if you make them feel small. Because they are, because they can’t keep up, because I needed…”
“More.” Axel finished for me. “You needed more. Of course you did. And what’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing.” My voice was a low growl now. “Why do I have to make myself small so they don’t? Why do I have to hold myself back? I didn’t want to take anything that wasn’t on offer, but it was worse. They had to preserve this sense of who they are, what they are. They were the virile sexy ones, and I was supposed to be the receptive maiden. Fuck that! I wanted, needed… Fuck, I deserve more.”