Callie's Captors [Mountain Men(56)

He sucked on her clit, using his tongue to enter her pussy, and drove his finger deeper into her butt hole. She clenched her muscles, and tried to take both his tongue and his finger.

Their eyes mesmerized her, with amber flecks growing to overtake their normal color. Their faces were tight with concentration, their jaws locked in determination to hold back their climaxes. She blinked and stared at Raine.

Are those fangs sticking out over his lower lip?

He glanced at her and smiled, opening his mouth to let her see the fangs more. She shook her head, and the fangs receded.

Werewolves.

They’d told her what they were, and aside from Raine, she’d seen them in their alter-forms, but even now she was having a tough time wrapping her mind around the truth. Yet the strangest thing wasn’t that. Instead, the fact that it didn’t bother her, but in fact, thrilled her, was even odder.

She sighed, but the sigh was muffled as Pete kissed her hard, then turned her loose. She opened her eyes to find him staring at her, an expression of love softening his features.

“Hey, baby.”

She pretended to be angry and showed it with her look.

He laughed. “I know. You don’t like that nickname.”

“Did we ever decide on which name to use?” asked Raine. “Aside from ours, that is?”

“Use my name.”

Blue lifted his head from between her legs. “You’re ours, all right, and that’s the way it is. We captured you and we’ll give you the name we like. Got it?”

She started to respond, but lost her ability to speak as Pete nibbled on her ear and Blue resumed his fervent attack on her clit. Desire rolled through her like a rocket through space, unimpeded by any obstacle. She cried out as a climax ripped her apart.

Pete lowered his mouth to her tit and licked her nipple much the same way Blue was lapping up her cum. She latched onto Pete’s cock again and started pumping. Somehow she managed to hold on as Blue coaxed another orgasm out of her.

Blue drank her juices then rose and wiped his mouth. “Damn, but she tastes good.”

Raine’s finger slid over her mons to stroke her. “Fuck her, Blue.”

“Yeah, Blue. Take her from the front while I take her ass.” Raine pushed on her thigh and she turned onto her side, letting Pete’s cock pop from her mouth. “I’ll use her juices to get her ready.”

Pete grumbled, then positioned himself for her to take him again. He lifted her head to meet his cock and she swallowed him, closing her mouth over his mushroomed tip. He groaned and tunneled his hand through her hair. She wrapped her hand around the base of him and pumped hard, bringing him in and out in quick movements.

Blue positioned his cock at her pussy then shoved inside her pussy at the same moment he whacked her thigh. She yelped, but the sound was muffled by Pete’s cock in her mouth.

Her heart raced as Pete put his cock into her butt hole. After spreading some of her juices along with his pre-cum in and over her anal muscles, he hadn’t eased into her, but shoved his cock in, giving her no time to prepare for him. But it didn’t matter. She loved the way his cock pushed against her anal walls, loved the friction his forceful action gave her. After the first brief stab of pain, she no longer cared. She moved back and forth, one man entering her as the other left.

A storm of immeasurable power coursed through her pussy and ass then joined together in her abdomen. The musky taste of Pete mixed with the scent of Raine’s breath as he leaned over to nibble on her shoulder. His crotch bumped her butt cheeks. In between thrusts, he added a pinch or a slap to her sensitive butt.

Pete teased both her nipples, shooting little zings of delightful pain to add to the delightful friction coming from both her pussy and her butt. Her blood pounded in her ears and her body stiffened, drawing ever closer to the final release.

They gave her their bodies as they’d already given her their hearts. She trembled, not from the sexual pleasures but from the realization that she’d found the men that would love her forever. And in finding her men, she’d found her first real home.

Yet another orgasm, the strongest so far, broke free and she gripped the bed, clutching the quilt.

The scent of them filled her head and made her dizzy with desire as strong as when they’d first touched her. The sounds of the men enjoying her, their groans and grunts echoing in the small room, gave her another burst of lust to heighten the sensation of three pairs of hands exploring her body. Pete straightened up, then shot his wad. She swallowed as fast as she could, but she couldn’t drink it all. Some of it ran down her cheek to the quilt below.

“Ahhhhhh. Drink me.”

Pete’s body jerked in spams of his climax, then he pulled out as the last of it spilled from him. Once he had recovered, he grabbed another pillowcase and wiped her mouth. She licked what she could from her lips as he cleaned her.