Satisfying Extortion (12 page)

“I damn sure want some of this,” Blaez said, relaxing on the bed.

“Oh, you’ll want some,” she said, fingering her clit. “But you’ve made me wait, you see.”

“Not intentionally,” Kurt grated out, seemingly the most distraught.

“But I’ve waited.”

“True, but—”

“And I haven’t liked it,” she said, cutting Kurt off before the conversation stumped her mood.

“Why don’t you show us what you like,” Blaez said, tossing his head back a bit. God, she loved that. Blaez and Kurt both did that little thing with their heads and it just drove her crazy.

She reached under her and pulled out the drawers on the left and right. She then propped her feet up and spread her legs, parting them wide enough so they could see whatever they wanted to see.

Cupping her breast, she pinched her nipple and pressed her head against the mirror behind her, already loving how they each tried to peer around her and see her ass scrunched up against the glass.

She lowered her hand between her legs and lifted her breast at the same time. Pinching her nipple, she moaned and twirled her fingers right outside her entrance while gauging that look of desire washing over her men’s faces, lighting a fire in each of their eyes.

“Do it,” Blaez said, the guttural need in his voice as deep and raw as any demand he’d ever made.

“She will.” Marcus focused on her pussy. “I’m positive of that.”

Suzette pressed one finger inside her cunt and roughly handled her breast, rubbing her nipple until it burned. Her locks curled underneath her chin and tickled her skin as she propelled her hand in motion, thrusting her fingers in and out of her cunt until the dampness between her folds became wetter and warmer.

“Show some mercy, baby,” Blaez said, tossing aside the sheet and sporting his long and thick erection. “Because if you don’t, two can play this game.” He pumped his cock up and down, watching her as she watched him.

“Anyone else want to play?”

“Yeah,” Marcus said, leaving the bed. “I do.”

“Ah, but you’re cheating.”

“As long as I’m cheating with you, it just doesn’t matter.”

Loving men was like selecting flowers. If she’d chosen the wrong one or limited herself to only one, she would’ve been disappointed. Flowers wilted. Some of them died. She’d loved and lost a man she’d meant to spend her life loving, but he’d wilted away to nothing, content with his need for revenge but not at all interested in building a beautiful life together.

She’d picked out one flower and watched in utter dismay as it had wilted away. Now she had a vase filled with love, a life destined for happiness and beauty.

Her men would probably throttle her if they even suspected she’d compared them to flowers, but the fact of the matter was, she’d always craved this kind of attention. Hands moving over her at a rapid pace, dicks pressed against her belly and thighs.

Her eyelashes fluttered as they spread her and took turns probing her with their tongues. In the fantasies of all fantasies, this is precisely what she’d planned when she’d hopped up on the dresser and spread herself for them to watch and crave, need and want.

Kurt gripped her knees and speared her pussy with his tongue, driving inside her with quick and short motions. He licked slow and easy, thrust quick and deep. Then, he moved aside for Marcus and Marcus took a slow man’s approach.

Her hand fell to his head and she played with his hair as he sipped at her pussy lips, thrust inside her with short jabbing motions, and then rolled his tongue over her clit again and again. She was a minute or less away from an orgasm but he took her to the brink and then left her there, moving aside for Blaez.

To her surprise, Blaez took his time situating himself between her legs. He spread her wide open and peered down at her as if he were memorizing how she looked, how her pussy lips flared underneath a blown breath.

He lowered his face to her cunt and immediately snaked his tongue inside her walls, prodding her with his lips before he bathed her pussy with quick, fluttering motions. Her cunt pulsed in response and she flattened her hands next to her hips, raising her bottom off the dresser and fighting the orgasm coming for her.

“Don’t resist me,” he said, jamming his tongue between her intimate lips and screwing her like he’d once fucked her.

“I’ll come,” she whispered in an exasperated voice.

“So come,” he told her, pausing for a second before he pushed his face against her pussy and ate her out like a man who had sat down to a full meal.

Her body rocked against him and her head tapped against the mirror. She was losing her control and he apparently loved it. He brushed his cheeks against her inner thighs and went at her with a quicker delivery, thrusting and screwing, locking his lips over her clit and humming out a little vibration that sent her into a blinding orgasm.

“Oh God!” Her body quivered. Her cunt vibrated. Her arms and legs trembled. “Don’t stop!”

She lifted her hips and rammed her pussy against his face, appreciating him all the more when he gripped her ass and dragged her forward, fucking her with a restless tongue, a tongue that gave her one orgasm and then another.

“Ah fuck,” she whimpered, coming down from the most enjoyable climax ever.

Dragging her away from the furniture, Kurt carried her to bed. Her body tremors rocked through her system and she caught her breath long enough to thank Blaez.

He returned her sentiment with a sexy wink. “I’m glad I could satisfy you.”

“Everything about you satisfies me,” she said, hoping she didn’t hurt the other two when she said as much. These men were her mates. She loved them. She’d loved them right from the start.

“I think we have some catching up to do,” Kurt said, positioning her across his lap and caressing her hips.

“Agreed,” Marcus added, acting a little pouty.

“Where do you want us to start?” Kurt asked, twirling his finger around her asshole. “Who do you want here?” He pushed his thumb against her bottom while sliding his free hand underneath her. Three fingers twirled right inside her cunt. “How about here?” He thrust his fingers inside her pussy while pushing his thumb against her pulsing hole.

Marcus stood in front of her. He dragged his cockhead across her lips. “And how about right here?”

She sucked the tip and tried to entice Marcus more by pulling him between her cheeks. He stroked her tongue and knocked against her tonsils, but eventually withdrew, apparently ready to finish their claiming.

“Not today anyway,” Blaez told her, pulling her away from Kurt’s lap.

Moments later, she was on her back with Kurt behind her. One arm supported her breast. The other hand rested at her hip.

His cock wasn’t necessarily thick, but the length concerned her. How would she take his size through the back door when she hadn’t exactly practiced a lot of anal sex in the past?

She tensed when he lubed his fingers and pressed inside her channel. “Relax for me.”

“I am.” She whimpered, trying to push aside the nervous sensations darting up and down her spine.

Marcus kissed her lips as Kurt shifted behind her. Blaez pampered her clit with his fingers and lips before straddling her leg.

“Stretch her,” Marcus said, cupping her cheek and trying to hold her attention.

“Stretch?” She gasped. “Really?”

“Ah now, precious,” he whispered across her lips. “Just lay there and enjoy yourself.”

Blaez entered her at a peculiar angle and Kurt inched in from behind. Blaez and Kurt seemingly took turns entering and withdrawing, preparing her for a more intense loving session.

A few minutes passed and her pussy convulsed, her hole flexed. She wanted more than what they were offering. She longed for a rough and rowdy fuck, a good first loving with her three mates.

She reached for Marcus and pumped his dick, loving the moisture seeping across her fingers as she played with him. She placed her fingertips at her lips and tasted his salty excitement.

Marcus then bent down and stole a quick kiss. Kurt gave her a few hammering thrusts and she cried out with the impact, enjoying the strokes against her previously unclaimed channel, the way he impaled her with loving care one minute, reckless abandon the next.

Blaez leaned forward and tilted her chin upward. “Are you sure about this?”

For a split second she thought about sharing her floral comparison. She didn’t want wilting buds or one choice. She wanted the whole arrangement, the beautiful flourishing vase of completed love.

Blaez and Marcus topped her and lowered their cocks to her pussy. Kurt eased her body up and held her right above his shaft.

“That’s it, beautiful,” Kurt whispered. “You’re perfect.”

Blaez and Marcus entered her at once, stroking her with quick and short beats. She squeezed her eyes shut, determined to give her body time to adjust, loving the invasion, the pleasure mixed with pain.

Then, as if he’d known the precise moment when he should reclaim his spot, Kurt came in from behind, thrusting once, twice, and then a final time. He paused behind her. They stilled from the front.

The pulse of their cocks made her crazy with lust, driven by nothing but years of pent-up desire. “Fuck me.” Her voice was raspy as she choked out the demand. “Please!”

“Please what?” Blaez’s smile warmed her heart. He’d already told her how much he enjoyed hearing her talk dirty to him.

“Make love to me. Screw me. Fuck the hell out of me.” Her legs trembled and she flattened her palms against the mattress, trying to gain some mobility.

Kurt thrust her body away from his and brought her back down over his cock. Blaez and Marcus drove inside her, thrusting away with even and timed beats. They fucked her together as one unit, the finest ensemble of lovers and mates.

“Yes!” Her head spun with all sorts of wicked thoughts as Kurt nicked her skin and took the werewolf’s bite.

Blinding passion sent her into an abyss of orgasmic pleasure as her mates filled her with their release. As they made love to her, they each spoke of everlasting commitments and their overwhelming need to claim the only mate they would ever cherish. The only woman they would ever love.

Three days later

“How do we look?” Blaez, an Alpha tracker and not one to ever doubt himself openly, seemingly waited for Suzette to hand down the final verdict.

She stood back and crossed her arms, peering up at them as if she couldn’t have been prouder. “You’re perfect.” Her gaze worked from one man to the next and back again. “They’re gonna love you.”

“Let’s hope they at least like us,” Kurt said, trying to recall a time when he’d spent time with children.

“Are you sure we don’t look too intimidating?” Blaez asked, clearly uptight.

“Have any of you ever been around kids?”

Marcus blew out a hard breath. “The truth finally comes out.”

“No.”

“No.”

“Ditto,” Marcus said.

“Oh boy.” She laughed. “You’re in for a real treat.”

“Why?” Blaez lost the color in his cheeks.

“My crew is a handful.”

“Describe handful,” Kurt said, wanting to drag her back upstairs and grab a handful of one beautiful woman. Maybe if he could spend another hour in bed with his mate, he wouldn’t be so nervous about meeting her offspring.

Blaez pointed at her neck. “You might wanna…” He waved his finger at the bite marks on her pale skin.

“Do I need a bandage?”

“God no. That’s too obvious.” Blaez studied her neck for a moment more. “I’ll be right back.” He rushed upstairs and reappeared a few moments later. “Come here.” He unscrewed a lid on her makeup and dotted his fingers with beige foundation.

“Looks good to me,” Kurt said before peering out the window and noticing the minivan in the driveway.

“You can’t tell it’s makeup?”

“No,” Marcus replied, going to the door. “And the kiddies must be in a hurry to see their momma. They’re already heading for the house.”

“Don’t just stand there. Open the door,” Blaez barked, shoving the makeup container in his pocket.

“Are you ready for this, men?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Kurt mumbled.

“Blaez? Marcus?”

“Sure,” they said in unison.

“All right, fellas,” she sang, reaching around them and pushing open the screen door. “Let’s go say hello to the family.”

THE END

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