Wolves Gone Wild(56)

He groaned, dug his fingers into her ass, then slammed his cock inside her. If he hadn’t held onto her, he would’ve knocked her over. He was brutal, but she loved it. His shins and his balls bounced against the back of her legs. She was on fire and he was the one fanning her flames, whipping her bonfire into a raging inferno. The sound of the chain around his neck bouncing with his movements set up a rhythmic percussion to their grunts and moans.

Grant and Duncan stood on the other side of her, each taking a breast in hand and fondling it. They urged Lance to fuck her harder and for her to tighten her pussy walls around him.

Her hair fell forward and all she could see was the packed ground of the cellar’s floor. But she could feel so much more. From the love in the voices of her men to the sensations rushing through her building another climax to the forefront, she wanted to feel every second they had together. If taking them when the amber moon was full in the sky meant breaking the bond that brought them together, she wanted to remember their time to give her comfort in the long nights ahead.

Yet she couldn’t take much more. She was, after all, human and couldn’t match their strength or their stamina. The third climax was building higher, stronger than the two previous ones, ready to wipe away any chance she had of resisting it. Her heart thudded in her chest, her blood boiled in her veins, and her body sizzled, nearing an impossible spontaneous combustion. Lance’s hold on her bit into her skin, but the sting it gave her was welcomed.

The slap on her buttocks brought her out of her reverie, and the pain added to her pleasure. Lance spanked her again and she could feel the ripple of her skin. Duncan and Grant squeezed her breasts then twisted her nipples, but it was another spank that drove her into the next release.

Lance whacked her again as she cried out, then again when she dared to beg for more. The spanking came between each thrust of his hips, signaling the end to one and the beginning of the next. Each of her butt cheeks stung.

When he spanked her again, he kept his hand where it had landed. Digging his fingers into her, he rammed into her and shouted his release.

“Unchain me, damn it!”

Those were the last words she understood. His growl distorted the rest of what he said.

Suddenly he was unchained and taking her to the floor. Duncan and Grant knelt with them and the four of them huddled together. Whether they couldn’t speak or had decided not to didn’t matter. Just being together under the moonlight was enough.

Soon enough they’d have to face their future, whatever it held.

It could’ve been minutes or an hour later before she was the first to speak. She didn’t know or care. “What do we do if it’s gone?”

“I don’t know.” Duncan skimmed his fingers along her arm. “But we’ll find out soon enough. The sun’s coming up soon.”

Christy leaned her back against Lance. Duncan sat next to her while Grant took a position on her other side. They lifted their faces to the window, and just as Duncan had said, saw that the night light was becoming a little brighter. The sun was beginning to rise.

“I still feel it. Doesn’t that mean it’s all right?” She couldn’t believe that the amazing love they’d found with each other could fade. Not without the world spinning off its axis.

“It’s not as strong as it was.” Grant’s voice was low, but she understood the words clearly and heard the sorrow in his tone. And so did Lance and Duncan.

Despair and agony wrapped their ugly hands around her, blackening the love they had shared. Had she ruined their lives?

“He’s right. It’s not as intense. It’s not as overwhelming as it was last night.”

She ached to hear the pain in Lance’s voice. It was her fault, her blame to suffer.

“It’s different now. I don’t feel…drawn to you. Compelled like I was before.”

Yet no matter what Lance said, she wasn’t ready to give up hope. A ray of sunshine shifted into the frame of the window and struck out across the floor. It captured them in its beam and she tucked her chin down to avoid its glare.

If only the night could’ve lasted forever.

“It’s not like it was before. The obsession is gone.” Duncan bowed his head. “All I feel now is loneliness. Like I’ve lost everything that mattered.”

She wanted to slap Duncan, to scream at him not to speak the words. Yet, her heart knew telling him to stay silent wouldn’t change anything.

They sat huddled together for a time, each lost in their own thoughts and in their own misery. She could feel the rise and fall of Grant’s chest against her back and the warmth of the Thorne cousins’ flesh against hers.