The Three of Them

I found myself hating Victor even more than the other two, because I wanted them as much as they wanted me.

~Because he can see through my hate to the lust, buried beneath it.~

Chase was on the other side of me. He caught one leg, pulling it toward him, to open me. He massaged my inner thigh.

Meanwhile Victor, never one to miss an opportunity, didn’t hesitate to begin rubbing my crease with just enough pressure to be torturous. He worked his hand in slow, agonizing circles—slipping one fingertip in before he immediately took it away.

His thumb found the nub just under the top. He pushed there while his finger swirled along my opening, teasing in and out.

I whimpered in agony.

Victor shifted and planted his face at my entrance. The sensation was utterly shocking. The heat of his breath fanning my lower lips was deliciously different.

~What are they doing to me now?~

This was something new. ~Foreign.~

My breaths came out raggedly.

Chase dropped his pants down to his thighs and turned my face. He stroked my cheek softly until I found myself instinctively opening my lips for the feel of his velvety knob. His cock stroked across my tongue and stretched my cheeks with hard flesh. His hand caressed around the back of my head. Twisting into the long tresses, he guided my head forward as he flexed to meet my mouth.

“Mmm.” I purred along his quivering length.

Unlike Victor’s driving need, Chase filled my mouth in a methodic way, building something between us.

I was stunned by the fact that the feel of his skin was both smooth and hard at the same time.

I made an objecting sound, realizing I shouldn’t be doing this. But hardly any of that sound made it past Chase’s swollen cock. Every time I tried to say something, it opened my throat and let him penetrate deeper as he dipped it back in.

All those objections I thought I should make melted away in seconds.

My she-wolf wanted more. More. More. She was chanting it in my head.

Meanwhile, Victor had begun a slow and precise assault on my lower lips. He dragged his tongue along one then the other. Moving them aside to lathe my crease, he delivered nibbling kisses to the tender flesh of each lip. Then he delved his tongue directly into me.

The sudden sense of stretching startled me and I bucked, moaning in objection.

But white-hot sensation burned through me. A more primal sound came from my throat. A pleasured groan, drawn out around Chase’s length.

I felt the hot milky texture easing onto the back of my tongue.

Chase moaned blissfully, but was smart enough to hold my head in place. “Swallow, my sweet little she-wolf.”

I obediently swallowed his seed. I was rewarded with his satisfied moan at seeing my throat work.

Huntley’s hand massaged one of my large breasts, plucking at the nipple. He continued to thrust through me.

Needing more, I lifted my hips off the rock, trying to get more of everything.

Victor was the most stubborn being in the entire pack. He wouldn’t do it.

“Victor!” I pleaded, tossing my head.

He pulled away from my lower lips and I deflated. I was instantly craving more.

“What?” He asked, circling my nub with his finger.

“Please!”

“You want more?” Victor cooed.

“Yes!” I begged.

“That’s a shame…” He took his hand away. “You’ll have to wait for the Mating Moon too. No more for you.”

I yipped in pain. The ache in me blooming to a desperate need.

The sounds of my sexual need were enough to drive Huntley over the edge.

He groaned and I felt warm heat along my neck.

Huntley collapsed over me. Catching himself on his palms, he panted for air. When he could gather himself, he slowly crawled off me. He caught a bit of grass and dunked it in the water before cleaning me.

I turned my nails against the rock, arching my back as I tried to take the edge off my desire for more.

When Huntley was finished, the three of them stood over me. They stared down admiringly.

Their eyes caressed all my bare flesh, over my limp arms framing my head, to the large swollen breasts with heavy pink nipples, down to the dusting of hair over my sex. Beneath that were my lower lips, reddened from Victor’s suckling.

My whole body trembled, and my skin flushed at their intent study.

“Pretty little thing,” Chase commented.

“For a Rabbit,” Victor added.

Huntley just grunted.

“Wash her up.” Victor leaned over and hoisted me from the rock. He planted me on my feet facing Huntley and held me there until my legs stopped shaking.

“Scrub her good,” Victor directed.

Huntley grabbed me by the waist.

I blushed in shame and looked away. I chewed my cheek, afraid of what would happen next.

“Fuck, Vic. Just look at her,” Huntley muttered hungrily, blue eyes roving me like caressing hands.

I liked the way they looked at me. ~Damn them.~

“You’ve had yours, leave her be,” Vic commanded in a snarl.

I was relieved to hear that. I whooshed out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.

“Were you scared, Rabbit?”

I cast him a dark look.

He gave a low chuckle in response. He liked the way I looked at him when I was annoyed.

Huntley met his brother’s unrelenting look and realized if he didn’t obey in this instance, there would be consequences from his brother.

Huntley abruptly ducked down and hoisted me into a bridal carry, aiming for the creek.

I struggled and he plopped me over his shoulder. Climbing down into the water, he tipped me back, so I dropped in. I flailed as I plunged into the river. I sputtered and spit out water.

He caught my waist to set me upright, putting my feet under me.

He was chuckling. “Calm down, Valerie. I’m not going to drown you!”

I fumbled to my feet. Tossing my hair back, I gasped against the cold which immediately made my nipples harden. It made them ache all the more as they floated along the surface, slick with water. I immediately covered them and kicked Huntley so hard he growled.

“Calm down, Valerie,” he whispered, his voice softening. “I’m not hurting you. Just trying to help clean you off. We made a mess of you. Let me tend you.”

His voice soothed me. There was a nearly tender tone in it that made me feel almost safe.

Victor and Chase were watching. Leaned back on the bank they seemed amused by Huntley’s struggle to keep a grip on me.

“Best get her under control,” Chase said. “She’s putting a whipping on you, brother!”

Victor gave him a lopsided grin.

“Think you could do better?” Huntley grunted as I threw an elbow back into his abdomen.

“Fine!” he declared, releasing me and stepping backward along the bottom. Lifting his hands in surrender, he said, “I really am just trying to help get the grime off. The water will soothe whatever we may’ve hurt in our animal haste and clumsiness.”

“We were overzealous,” Victor called. Face sobering as the hint of guilt flashed over his features. “Let him help you.”

“We’re sorry, Valerie,” Chase said grudgingly. “Moon’s coming.” He pointed upward as if in way of explanation.

“We’re crude sons of bitches, the closer it gets,” Victor muttered.

~Their minds shut down when they’re in the haze of lust.~

But I was still aggravated that they’d had their way with me again. And worse, that I wanted more.

I found myself angrier that I hadn’t reached that dizzying point again, rather than because they’d surprised me.

I was angry that I enjoyed all their touching.

Even more so because I was beginning to crave it.

“Let me wash you off?” Huntley coaxed, giving me a long look that said I could trust him. The unbreakable look wolves gave each other when conveying the most primal messages.

~When we have nothing to hide.~