It Begins With a Rogue's Bite (15 page)

From the gawking look they’d given her earlier when they saw her swollen breasts, and Shane’s hungry stare now, she hoped it was a butterfly.

“God, you’re tense.” He rubbed the top of her shoulder working his way down her back. His movements were gentle and soothing. She closed her eyes, just letting the stress wash away with every circular motion he made with his thumb and index finger. In calmness she slowed her breathing for several heavenly minutes until the silence broke.

Clinking sounds came from where Thomas had disappeared into the walk-in closet. Her curiosity got the better of her and she asked Shane, “What is he doing?”

Shane bent down close to her ear and whispered, “Getting chains and whips.”

“What?” She jerked her head so fast to glare at Shane that her neck cracked.

He laughed. “Just kidding. I don’t know what’s in there, but Dr. Jonas gave us a key and told us we’d find everything we need to help you in there.”

Thomas came out chuckling. “Actually, you had it on the mark, Shane.” He motioned to the whip he held in one hand. In the other, he held two candles, what looked like jewelry, and a small jar. “They have a supply of everything you can imagine and more in here.”

“Better to be ready if the occasion calls for it, right, Cheryl?” Shane leaned forward and gazed into her eyes. His face had broken into the smuggest of smiles.

“How romantic. You’ve set the perfect mood.” She gulped, trying to sound confident, but she quivered in her boots. What did she get herself into?

When Thomas placed the whip, candles, and jar on the table, he punched his brother gently on the shoulder. “He’s just joking, Cheryl.”

Shane brought his hands back to her shoulder, massaging it. “Yep. Look, we understand how difficult this is for you, and that you are probably scared and nervous. I was just trying to make you laugh. No more jokes, I promise.”

Thomas lifted her good leg as he sat at the end of the bed and started to caress her foot. His warm hands and massaging motion pleased her. The tension once again dissipated.

“We’ll take things at your pace and preference. What would you like us to do first?”

Never in her life had she thought she’d be asked that question. Her preference didn’t come into play with her previous sexual partners. Not that there had been many. Just two.

Hmm, decisions, decisions.

Her body screamed for satisfaction, here, now. She wanted them to tear off her clothes, and theirs, and just make love to her over and over again. But her clear mind stopped her from muttering her naughty wishes.

Instead, she replied, “Let’s use the candles”.

“You got it.” Thomas slid her foot off his lap and jumped up to light the candles, then turned down the lights. “What next?”

She lost her breath and voice as an unexpected surge of wild arousal flowed through her excited pussy and breasts. The burning sensation drove her mad. She wanted them to make love to her now before she’d explode, but her voice failed her and she remained silent, panting.

Shane broke the thick silence in the air by asking Thomas, “What’s in the jar you placed on the table?”

“From what I read of the instructions and info on the label, it’s supposed to help the patient in heat.” Thomas lifted the bottle briefly, looking at it. “We’re supposed to apply the ointment, then use these clover clamps on your nipples and the caresser on your clit.”

Her cheeks heated with embarrassment. Her ears perked with the words “nipples” and “clit,” and her mind wandered down a naughty, seductive path. Excitement exploded in her veins, spreading throughout her body. Her heart even jumped into her throat, making it difficult to breathe and swallow. God, they hadn’t even touched her yet and she almost went frantic simply by her imagination.

She needed to get sexual release and fast. The moon was surely getting closer to its peak. Her body had already begun to feel its pull, but she couldn’t shrug off the feeling that this shouldn’t be the first step in foreplay.

Her thoughts must have shown clearly through her expression, because Shane said, looking at her, “How about we continue with the massage?”

Halleluiah!
She nodded, unable to speak.

Instead of placing his hand on her shoulder, he motioned. “Lie on your back”

She liked his assertiveness. She nodded, obeying his command.

Thomas pushed the button, and the mattress slowly straightened out. Then she clumsily turned over trying not to have her casted foot hit the metal siding, but it did anyway. Shockingly, she felt nothing. No pain at all. She lay on her stomach and placed her arms beside her. Her engorged breasts crushed under her. The sensation pleased her, exciting her nipples and heating them, too.

Shane untied the knots on the gown and opened it up completely. His nimble fingers started at the nape of her neck, following her spine in a gradual, circular motion downward. Each vertebra he passed over seemed to melt under his magical touch.

Thomas stroked her calves, working his way upward. His movement differed in that he gently kneaded her legs as he slid his hands. Pulses of energy surged through her legs as he made his way closer to her upper leg.

When Shane reached the base of her back, he pushed her panties lower, rubbing her ass cheeks as he travelled farther down. It caused her swollen lips to rub against each other, and wetness leaked out of her aroused cunt onto her panties. She moaned with pleasure and tried opening her legs wider, but her lowered underwear restricted her movement.

Thomas gently pushed her legs together, being careful of her hurt ankle, and pulled her panties down off of her. The cool air hit her ass cheeks, and she felt goose bumps form. He then slid her legs wider apart and went back to messaging them. Only this time he worked the inside of her legs, heading for the apex where he gently touched her swollen cunt.

She swallowed a sigh when her pussy lips puckered. What a strange yet arousing experience. Her inflamed cunt felt foreign, but its sensitivity made her easily excited.

Shane spoke next. “We’ll do your front now.”

Damn, yes, she’d like that. She began to lift herself to turn, but Shane stopped her movement and picked her up in his arms, twirling her around to bring her down on her back.

She giggled at his fast movement. My, but he was strong. She felt his biceps when he flipped her, and boy, his muscles were so toned, they marveled her.

He smiled, staring into her eyes while he removed the loosened hospital gown from her. She lay there naked in front of two sinfully gorgeous twins, and instead of feeling embarrassed or uncomfortable, she reveled in how they lusted for her. She could tell by the looks in their eyes. Her nipples became taut under their hungry stares.

“You are so beautiful, Cheryl,” Shane whispered, bending down and kissing her.

Electricity sparked by the touch of his lips and made hers tingle. He pushed his tongue between her lips and probed her mouth. She moaned with want while Thomas brought his hand to her clit, rubbing it back and forth. Stars of excitement exploded in her head like a fireworks show.

Oh, yes, this all felt good, but she wanted more, much more.

Breaking Shane’s kiss, she daringly uttered, panting, “I want to use the clamps and clit caresser now.”

Shane half laughed. “The urges are intense?”

“Yeah, you could say that,” she joked in a cracking voice.

Thomas came up to her chest with the jar. With sincere eyes, he uttered, “I’ll put this ointment on before. It’ll soon start to sting a little.”

She nodded her understanding and bit her lip as he applied the cold ointment to her breasts. He rubbed the nipple’s tip up and down, then made circular motions around the areola, and she lifted her torso so she could get closer to his masterful fingers.

A minute later, he left her nipples and slid lower. Disappointment overcame her with the revelation and her breasts seemed to swell more.

But the moment Thomas administered the ointment to her clit, rubbing it in a circular movement, too, her neglected nipples became unimportant. Her clit began to vibrate and throb, and that was more pleasurable. Oh, she was close to climaxing right now. Almost, almost. But not yet.

A few seconds later, the pricking feeling Thomas described began. It wasn’t painful but stimulating. She brought her hand up to rub her nipples, but Thomas stopped her.

“I’m putting the clamps on.”

She barely whispered, “Okay.”

Shane put the left clamp while Thomas did the right. A gentle prickle surged through each nipple, and she buckled for a second at the powerful sexual force emanating from deep within her.

Thomas placed the clit caresser on her clit, and the beads rubbed against her clit and upper part of her pussy lips. She closed her eyes as her legs began to shake with the wanton urges rising in her and becoming almost unbearable.

Shane frowned, looking worried. “Are you all right?”

She nodded, opening her eyes and inhaling deeply. “The sensations are a bit overwhelming.” They subsided a minute after, though, and she released her breath.

Thomas walked to the end of the bed and grabbed hold of her legs, gently as to not hurt her injured foot, and moved them up and down, as if she were exercising while he fondled them. Her clit rubbed against the caresser, and her juices of arousal spilled onto her swollen lips.

While he did this, Shane leaned in to French kiss her while his fingers tugged gently at the clover clamps. Oh, God! This was unbelievably fantastic!

Her excitement mounted with each tug and rub, and Shane’s teasing tongue danced with hers, sending her ever closer to bliss. The throbbing in her cunt increased until it peaked, and she spasmed.

“Yes! Yes!” she screamed when her climax came and her whole body shook. More stars bounced in her vision with her raging heartbeat.

She brought her hands up to her hair, combing her fingers through it, waiting for her hyper body to calm down. For some bizarre reason, it didn’t. She hardly felt sated. If anything, she thirsted for more of this. Much, much more.

Chapter Nineteen

Thomas could barely contain himself. Seeing her naked, voluptuous body before him drove him bonkers. There was only so much sexual temptation a man could take, even less for an extremely horny werewolf.

When she buckled in climax and screamed out, “Yes, yes,” his engorged cock jumped and pre-cum leaked out, coating his briefs. He wanted her, wanted to kiss and suckle her swollen breasts, wanted to slip his cock into her pussy. From the drooling look on Shane’s face, he wanted the same thing.

But they needed to wait until she requested it. Damn. Patience had never been one of his or his brother’s strongest virtues. Hopefully, their strength would endure or she’d request to make love soon.

“You okay, Cheryl?” Shane asked after a big, visible gulp.

Panting, she nodded. “I’m all right.”

“Would you like to drink something, eat something?” Thomas asked.

“No, no food. Maybe water, though.” She lifted herself on her elbows. Her swollen lips and clit wept for his attention when he glanced at her open legs. He had difficulty diverting his gaze away as he walked to the bedside table to get her a drink.

It took a few moments, but he ended up pulling his gaze away to stare out the window. The moon was nearing its peak in the sky. Perhaps they had another hour left. He recalled what Dr. Jonas told them.
Once she is ready to mate, there won’t be anything gentle about it. The sexual urges she’ll experience will run deep. By the time the wanton urges subside in her, you and your brother will feel like you’re on the brink of death.