Wolves Gone Wild(47)

Grant dragged his flattened tongue over her clit just as Duncan took the turn onto the gravel road leading toward their two-story home. She whooped again and held on, feeling like a trick rider in a rodeo. She laughed, then let out a cry of surprise when Grant bit down on her clit. Her pussy clenched, then throbbed through her release. The bumps in the road jostled her, making it harder to stand up. Yet the bumps also added to the experience. Her stomach rolled as her orgasm pummeled her insides. She cried out as loudly as she could, making a declaration of release to the world.

The truck slammed to a stop in front of the house, sending her jerking forward, then back. She fell, but as she’d predicated, Grant caught her before she hit the bed of the truck. He lowered her gently onto the mattress, then pushed her legs aside and dove in.

His hunger was all-consuming as he whipped his tongue around her pussy, then up over her clit. He pulled her folds apart again then entered her, using his fingers to search for her sweet spot.

“Christy.” Lance was by her side and ripping off his shirt. He took one breast in his hand only to have to turn it loose to unbuckle his jeans.

Duncan came to her other side. “I can’t wait any longer.” He bent low and brushed his tongue along the swell of her breast before capturing her nipple between his teeth. His moan of pleasure warmed her skin as his hand found its way to her thigh. A slap brought a quick inhale from her then a plea for him to spank her again.

“Suck.” Lance took hold of her hair and turned her head toward his cock. He stroked it as he inched close enough for her to draw it inside her mouth.

Her body hummed with a vitality that came from more than finally getting all three men together with her. Her flesh burned under their touch, building a fire that went out and in, linking to the bond that she could almost see bringing them together. The connection was real and a thing of ultimate satisfaction.

She released Lance’s cock, then drew him in again, working her hand around his hard length. He tasted like nothing she’d ever had, musky, sweet, and tangy. Taking his balls, she played them over her fingers and heard his appreciative moan.

Grant pushed her legs higher, bending her knees and moved his head side to side. The effect against her pussy was like a motor purring against her flesh. Her body tightened, preparing for the inevitable.

Duncan pushed her onto her side, then spanked her rump, sending biting slices of pain through her flesh. She whimpered, keeping Lance’s cock in her mouth.

“That’s it, baby. Suck on him.” Duncan plunged a finger into her dark hole, at once thrilling her and scaring her.

Grant’s noises grew louder until he pulled away and lifted up. “Tell me to fuck you.”

She turned Lance’s cock loose. Was he commanding her because he wanted her permission? Or was he asking her permission to let go of his last ounce of restraint?

“Fuck me, Grant.”

The three of them startled her as they lifted their faces to the sky and groaned, long, low noises. Their cries grew louder, the crescendo escalating into sounds that were more animal-like than human.

For the first time, she worried that she’d made a mistake.

“Get away from her right now.”



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Grant turned his amber-filled gaze toward Jackson and his brothers. “Fuck off.”

As thick as his throat was, as close to shifting as he was, he doubted anyone could’ve understood the words. But Jackson would get his meaning clear enough. Fangs burst from his gums to replace human teeth and claws tore out from the tips of his fingers. He growled, warning the three men striding toward them to back off.

If not, all hell would break loose.

Jackson lifted his rifle and pointed it at him. “Don’t make me pull the trigger, Grant. I don’t want to, but I’ll damn sure do it.”

Grant rose, getting to his feet and planting them apart. Duncan and Lance, both beginning their own transformations, stood along with him. The only thing greater than their need to claim their mate was their need to protect her. They turned toward the Carr brothers, ready to fight.

“Grant?”

Gone was the command in her voice. In its place was fear, bordering on absolute terror. The shift reversed itself in the minute it took his mind to realize that Christy had spoken.

The amber-filled world blurred, then returned to fill with the greens of the trees and the muted hues of the setting sun. Jackson’s sad face told him how bad it was.

He swallowed as his stomach churned with despair. Then he looked down and saw her.

Sitting up, she’d retrieved her dress and clutched it to her chest. Her horrified expression cut through him, slicing with wicked precision.

She saw me start to change.