Wolf-Bound: Unfamiliar Territory (21 page)

Hands on her cheeks. Pressing them aside, holding them wide while a tongue flicked back and forth across her anus. She sobbed, all her will going into keeping her muscles still, so they wouldn’t stop.

A kiss, pressed to her rump. “Good girl,” Jacob murmured.

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Hot tongue again, working its way inside the tight canal. And…tongue in her pussy, tongue on her breasts. She breathed in gasps, her body trembling.

Warmth, running down between her buttocks. Jen shuddered. Jake leaned over her.

“Let’s take it slow, okay?” His pinky glided in on the oil.

She shuddered again. The tongue inside her pussy disappeared, replaced by a questing finger.

Jake’s pinky slipped out. Another finger slipped in. A little thicker. A little longer.

Cool clamps closed on her nipples again. Jen caught her lip between her teeth, afraid to cry out, afraid they’d hear how good it felt and make her wait again. The -- chains? cords? --

were being tugged criss-cross, pulling her breasts together. Then Damien must have fastened them to something, because the pulling stopped, but her breasts remained close together. She took a deep breath, whimpering as she felt her swollen peaks touching one another.

Her ass. Another finger gone, another one in.

Two fingers in her pussy now. Devlin, digging deep, stroking the finger Jake had buried in her ass. It felt so good, she couldn’t help it. She moaned.

A shadow fell across her. She raised her head, glancing up. Damien was kneeling on the front bench. He grinned, his hands busy where she couldn’t see them. Warm oil trickled between her breasts. A thick, hot cock slid up between them.

Jacob’s fingers on her cheeks again, pulling them wide. His thumb thrust into her. She tossed her head, barely able to keep from clenching her muscles tight around him.

Damien’s cock slipped slowly up and down between her oiled breasts while his fingers tugged at the chains, making her aching peaks buzz.

Devlin’s fingers plunged in and out of her weeping slit while his tongue lapped at the edges of her pussy, drinking her essence.

Jacob’s thumb swirling, swirling in her ass.

“Please,” she sobbed.

Jake didn’t answer, and he didn’t stop.

She knew what he wanted.

“Please, Jake. You promised. You promised to fuck me in the ass.”

He gasped, shoving his thumb deep inside her. Dev’s fingers danced in her pussy.

Damien’s cock stroked faster and faster in the hollow between her breasts.

“Please,” she begged. “I’ve been waiting so long. I’ve dreamt about it, Jake. Your thick, hard cock, so long, buried deep inside my ass. Fucking me.”

He groaned. His thumb disappeared. She heard the quiet rasp of a zipper.

“Fuck my ass, Jake,” she whispered. “Fuck me. All of you.”

Three ragged groans.

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Jake’s hands tugged her cheeks apart. His feverish cock pressed against her rim. “Sorry, Jen,” he whispered. “Waited too long. Can’t…can’t go slow.” He shoved himself inside her.

Stretching and pain. But the pain was lost beneath the pleasure. Jen moaned, savoring the feel of him inside her. So big, so thick, his flesh like fire where it pressed against hers.

Her ass clenched, holding him tight.

Pressure. Jen gripped the corners of the apparatus, moaning as he forced himself deep inside her. Her ass ached, but ached in time to the piercing pleasure in her clit. “All the way,” she whispered. “Please.”

Jake groaned, bending over her, grabbing her shoulders, pressing her down. Down.

She screamed.

Jake’s cock. Buried. Oh, thank the Goddess. Buried inside her. “Yes. Yes!”

Her pussy clenched, closing tight on Devlin’s fingers.

Her breasts throbbed. Damien thrust between them, his balls slapping her flesh. He froze, moaning, the ring at the base of his cock expanding between her slick orbs.

Jake withdrew slowly, so slowly, then rammed into her again. “Jake!”

“Talk to me, Jen.”

“Please, Jake. Hard and fast. Please!”

Her ass spasmed.

He slammed into her again. And again.

“Yes!”

The ring at the base of Jake’s cock swelled inside her.

He gasped. “Touch it, Dev. Stroke it.”

Dev’s fingers burrowed deep, stroking Jake’s cock through the intervening tissues.

Jen gasped, moaning.

Damien squeezed her breasts tight, shuddering, his cock throbbing between them.

Jake’s cock erupted, flooding her ass.

She screamed, the pressure inside her finally exploding, her ass and pussy sucking frantically at the cock and fingers buried within.

White-hot incandescence burned in her veins, sizzled along her nerves. She arched, holding her breath, frozen in ecstasy.

Damien’s cock fountained. He caught the liquid in his hand, held it to her mouth. She drank, lapping like a puppy, looking up into his eyes like lakes of blue fire, drowning in the desire that burned there. Endlessly coming, coming, draining Jake’s cock dry, pussy-sucking Dev’s fingers, running her tongue across Damien’s hand to catch every last drop of his pearly seed.

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Jake collapsed against her back, his breathing ragged, whispering her name over and over. “Jen, Jen, Jen. Goddess, baby. What you do to me. You’re so good, so good.” He rested for a moment, then backed away.

Devlin slipped out from beneath her. Stepped in behind her. His cock slipped into her slick cunt. “Oh, Devlin,” she whimpered. “Dev, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can, baby.” Jacob was at her side, stroking her back, watching Dev’s cock glide in and out, slick with her juices.

Jen shook her head no, but to her surprise, the pressure was already building in her pelvis again. Good Goddess, how could they do this to her? After that incredible orgasm, how could she want them again so badly?

Dev leaned over her, his hands slipping beneath the bench. His fingers found her clit.

He spread the tiny slit there, held it apart with two fingers, tickling inside with the tip of his pinky nail.

“Goddess, yes!” He thrust, harder and harder, milking her clit, pressing it against her pubic bone. She tossed her head. “Make me come. Make me come!”

He sheathed his cock, his whole length immersed in her pussy. Jenny’s fingers gripped the corners of her bench tightly. “Yes, Dev. Oh, Goddess, yes!”

The ring expanded, locking them together. His cock thrust and retreated, thrust and retreated, still inside her, but expanding and retracting within its sheath as only weyr cock could. “Oh, Goddess,” she moaned. “I love weyr cock. Love the way it feels inside me.”

Dev growled, nipping her back.

Pleasure blossomed in her clit, her pussy. Warmth melted her abdomen, spreading as his essence permeated her pussy. His fingers milked her clit, prolonging her climax, driving her higher and higher until she couldn’t take it. “No more! Please, no more,” she sobbed. “It’s too much.”

He tweaked her clit, and she tipped over the peak, pleasure slamming through her in shuddering waves. She gripped the bench for dear life, drowning in pure bliss, until the waves began to subside. A shiver. Another shiver. And then it was done.

Damien unstrapped her wrists, Dev her ankles. Jake unfastened the belt across her middle, and they lifted her off. Jake cradled her in his arms. Dev opened the door, and Jake carried her into the bedroom, placing her gently on the bed.

“Can we do that again?” she murmured sleepily, already burrowing into the sheets.

He chuckled. “You liked that, huh?”

“Very much.”

“Every now and again,” he promised. “When you’ve been very, very good.”

She smiled, sinking into the pillows, allowing sleep to overtake her.

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Unrevealed Concerns

A few days later, the four of them stood on the porch of a house surrounded by drifts of snowy white. Jenny sighed. “It’s so beautiful.”

“It sure is,” Damien said, but he was looking at her.

She smiled, moving into the crook of his arm, pressing her body against his solid length.

Jacob and Devlin moved a little closer to the two of them. Jake seemed distracted, his head up, sniffing the air.

Dev frowned at him. “Jake? Something wrong?”

Jake huffed. “Don’t know.” He paced the length of the porch, staring out into the rising twilight. He shook his head. “Let’s go inside.”

Tara and Marshall were in the living room, lounging on a quilt in front of the fireplace.

They had come up for a visit and were stranded by the late March snowstorm. Jenny’s tummy rumbled at the buttery smell of fresh-popped corn coming from the bamboo bowl on the floor between them. She snagged a handful and headed for the couch.

Devlin settled into a recliner by the hearth, near the poker and the extra firewood. A baby’s grunt sounded through the monitor. “I’ll bet that’s Collin,” he teased. “Probably smelled the popcorn. Kid could eat a horse.” Everyone laughed, but it was true. Collin never missed a meal, and ate twice as much as the other two. He made up for it by growing twice as fast.

“I can’t believe they’re six months old.” Tara stared into the dancing flames.

“Sometimes I forget they’re three months older than Theron.”

“Me, too.” Damien and Jake settled to either side of her on the couch.

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She studied Jake’s profile surreptitiously as she leaned her head on Damien’s shoulder.

As they had the last two nights, to keep up appearances while they had guests, Devlin and Jake would each sleep in separate spare bedrooms. Tara and Marshall would occupy the third spare room, and Jenny would share her bed only with Damien. Tara knew the truth of their relationship, of course, but Marshall didn’t. Not yet.

The thought of spending yet a third night separated from two of her husbands created an actual pain deep in her chest. It was silly, and she knew she could handle it for a few nights more -- she’d done so in the past, when it had just been the three of them and Damien or Devlin had gone away on business -- but it bothered her anyway, maybe the more so because they were still there in the house.

Jake must have been feeling anxious as well, because there was definitely something bothering him. He sat unnaturally still, and she had the impression that his every sense was on guard and focused outward. She longed to wrap her arms around him and make whatever was wrong right, but of course Marshall would never understand a move like that on her part. As far as he was concerned, Damien was her husband. Devlin was just the twin brother who continued living in the house simply because it was home, he and Damien were business partners, and he hadn’t yet found someone of his own. Jake was the hired hand who helped to manage their vast property and happened to be Theron’s father.

As a matter of fact, Marshall actually thought Jake and the baby lived in a small cabin of their own further up the mountain and had simply come down to join them for dinner and gotten stuck as well. Tara knew the truth, of course, but she kept their secrets well.

Damien draped an arm around her shoulders, casually caressing the outer curve of her breast with the pad of his thumb. Her body immediately responded, her nipples tightening.

She glanced toward their guests, but they were wrapped in their own embrace, oblivious to the rest of them. Still, she nudged him with her elbow. He had adjusted pretty well to his replacement as the head of the pack, but he did tend to use opportunities like these to bait Jacob, knowing the man could not respond. Probably not a good idea tonight, given Jake’s obvious tension.

Their alpha didn’t seem to notice, however. Lost in some private reverie, he ignored the other five people in the room. Shrugging, Jenny leaned into Damien’s embrace, trailing her hand along the inner side of his thigh. He sighed, resting his cheek against the top of her head. Jenny glanced at Tara and Marshall again, assuring herself that they were not paying attention, and traced the firm bulge of his cock through the fabric of his jeans. He smiled. His hand dropped down, sneaking up under her shirt, sliding beneath the waistband of her sweats to caress her bare hip.

Fabric swished softly against fabric as Devlin shifted in the recliner opposite them.

Jenny looked over to find that he was watching them, one leg up and turned slightly to hide his hard-on from Tara’s and Marshall’s eyes. An anticipatory shiver traveled down Jenny’s spine. It was going to be so good, a couple of days from now, when the weather let up

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enough for their guests to leave. She and Damien, making out like school kids with guests in the same room, restricted only to each other, due to the situation. Goddess, it was making her horny. She couldn’t wait until she had access to all three of them again. She pictured them touching her all over, hands and lips and cocks, all three of them loving her, making her come again and again. Her breath quickened, and her right hand stroked Damien’s shaft through his jeans. She shifted, raising one leg slightly to hide her left hand as she reached between her thighs and began toying with her clit.

Damien cleared his throat. Jen started, glaring at him as she pulled her wandering hands into her lap. “I think I’ll turn in,” he announced. “Snowstorms make me sleepy, for some reason.”

Tara and Marshall glanced up from their makeshift pallet. “Sounds good,” Marshall responded, with a knowing glint in his eye. “As a matter of fact, I think we’ll call it a night, too.”

Tara grinned and stood. “I’ll put up the popcorn if you’ll fold the blanket and grab the pillows.” Marshall nodded.

Jenny got up and busied herself turning out lights and making sure the doors were locked. When she returned, Tara and Marshall said goodnight and headed for their room.

Damien was damping down the fire. The embers glowed, casting a red gleam into the living room as Jenny turned out the last lamp,

Devlin stood and stretched. Glancing down the hall, he made sure their guests had gone into their room and shut the door. Then he hugged Jen tight, sighing as he rubbed his bulging pants against her. “I hope the snow stops tomorrow.”