“You heard her, O, don’t be a tease. That’s not what you need, is it, Cub? You need him to fuck you, knot your tight little pussy, and fill you with his seed, don’t you?”
The she-wolf inside of me howls her approval.
“Yes. That’s what I need,” I rasp. Fisting Lev’s hair, I pull his face to me and latch onto his smug mouth. The flavor of lemon fills my mouth as our tongues glide together.
Ori nudges my entrance with his fat head, and I whimper as he pushes in slowly. My walls clutch at him as he works himself deeper and Lev moves his kisses down my face.
“Look how well you’re taking him, Cub,” Lev whispers into my ear, kissing the side of my mouth as I watch our bodies join.
Ori pulls out and slams back in, and something primal takes over. My legs wrap around his hips, and my fingers dig into his back as our hips slam together. His thick cock hits all the aching places Lev’s mouth and hands continue to tease.
“He stretches your pretty little pussy out so good.” Ori’s buried so deep I swear I can feel him in my throat. The slap of our bodies and Lev’s whispered praise is a perfect symphony.
“You’re so tight, pretty eyes.” Ori grunts. “We’re going to reshape this hole just for us.”
I flex around him, and his eyes turn amber.
“Do it.” He drives deeper, and I choke on my screams. He presses the place inside me that sends me into convulsions. Vision whitening, I’m pushed to the edge. He expands, and I feel my walls stretch and burn slightly as he gets impossibly big.
“That’s it. Take his knot.” Lev reaches down, massaging my clit. “You can do it, baby. He’s almost in.” I gush again, and the pressure passes as Ori slips all the way in.
Ori growls. Hot spurts coat my insides, silencing the relentless waves of heat and want. I press my lips to the space between his shoulder and neck and sink my fangs in. His blood flows onto my tongue, spiced oranges and copper. Swallowing, my eyes slam shut as I’m flooded and sated. I go limp, breathing deeply, grateful for the peace.
“We’ll stay like this until it goes down,” Ori pants.
I try to speak, but only a muffled whimper comes out. Tears roll down my eyes as the intense emotions steamroll me.
“Are you hurt?” Lev rumbles.
I shake my head.
“It’s okay, pretty eyes. We feel that completion, too,” Ori whispers. His lips graze his bite, and I shiver. Content for the moment, I relax into Lev and let sleep pull me under.
I wake empty and hot. Moaning, I shift in the bed, rubbing my slick thighs together in need.
“It’s hitting again, Lev,” Ori whispers.
“Look at me, Cub.” Cupping my chin, Lev raises my head.
“So damn beautiful when you look at me like you want to eat me alive. On your hands and knees, beautiful. I want to show you how wolves fuck.” Lev flips me over, and I rock back and forth, searching for relief.
“Look at you, dripping for us.” he slides his fingers through my slippery folds and slaps my ass. The sharp pain feels good. I groan, pushing back into him. He gathers my slick as he teases my clit. I fist the sheets as I press my thighs together. He slaps my left cheek twice and then my right.
“Part those legs. The only relief you’ll be getting now is from me,” he snarls. Shoving my legs wider, he lines up with my core and thrusts in. Screaming, I arch my back as he bottoms out, pounding my pussy relentlessly.
“Yes.” I choke on my approval.
Gripping my hips, he pistons in me. I throw my weight back as his hips slam against me. Like him, the sex is rough but addicting and fulfilling. My walls quiver around his thick length. The she-wolf purrs, and the sound rumbles in my chest.
“Like that, Cub?” He presses a hand to my belly and moves us into a semi-sitting position, letting him go even deeper. Wailing as he taps my cervix, I throw my head back and rake my nails down his neck.
“This is our pussy now, Brook,” Ori growls from beside us. “Let us hear you say it.”
“Yours,” I moan. Two more vicious strokes, and I’m launched into bliss. Lev pulls out, and I whimper.
“Shh. I’ve got you.” Moving me onto my back, he drives home again, stoking the fire that never fully goes out.
“I want to see those eyes when I fill you,” he says gravelly. “You ready to take my knot.” He pushes in, stretching me. I breathe through the pinch. Then, he’s inside, hooked into me, filling me to bursting. Darting forward, I sink my teeth into his neck. Growling, he explodes, and my eyes roll into the back of my head as I suck down his lemon, salt, and metallic flavor. Releasing him, I quake as a powerful sense of wholeness locks into place.