DAVID’S MOUTH WAS HOT AND HARD ON MINE. MATT WAITED BETWEEN my open legs for my decision, his hand on my sex keeping me from sliding over some invisible cliff that felt like madness.
This was what they’d meant when they said I’d suffer, I realized. I needed what no human male could ever give me, and in this state I needed more than any one of the Neuri could give. I might really have to give myself to all of them before it ended.
“David.” I whispered his name against his lips. “I can’t stop.” Maybe if we’d stuck to the plan, if Matt had been less generous, less inventive, and gone straight to oral, I could have let him lick me to orgasm to our mutual enjoyment.
Instead, he’d aroused me too far for anything less than full penetration, and he’d attuned my body to him in the process, so now it was his cock I ached to welcome inside me. I wasn’t sure I could find relief with any of the others at this point, and without relief I was afraid I’d fall over that cliff. “I can’t stop,” I repeated on a sob.
“Shh.” He speared his fingers into the short strands of my hair and cradled my head in his hands. His dark eyes met mine. “Don’t be afraid. Give your body whatever it needs.”
“I need him to fuck me.” My lips trembled as I said the words.
“Then do it.” David gave me another brief, hard kiss before he let me go.
I looked at Matt, saw the tension in his posture, and knew he hadn’t meant for this to happen. Neither of us had, but we were past the point of no return. Now I had to show him that I didn’t blame him, that I didn’t see him as a lesser choice, that I wanted him. Time to let go of everything else, to give myself to the moment and to him.
“Matt.” I said his name in a throaty drawl. “I’ve been very, very bad.”
The corners of his eyes crinkled and a small smile tugged at his lips. “Have you?”
“Very.” I stared at him, my breath coming hard and fast.
He gave a shake of his head. “Then I’ll have to discipline you.” He took his hand away and stood up. “Turn over on your belly.”
I managed it with every limb trembling and moved into the position David had wanted me in, bent over the ottoman.
Matt cupped his hands over my butt, shaping the curves, squeezing. “Now I’m going to have to warm your bottom.”
I drew in a sharp breath. Would he, really?
He put one hand on the lower curve of my spine, just above the swell of my ass. His other hand delivered a stinging smack that made me jolt. Then another. And another. Each time his hand struck, my sex clenched in involuntary response and blood rushed to the point of contact. When he stopped, I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out and begging him to go on.
“There.” He ran possessive hands over my butt and the backs of my thighs in light, teasing caresses that served as sharp contrast to the spanking he’d given me. “You’ll behave now, won’t you?”
“Yes.” I would have agreed to anything he said in that moment, if only he’d take what I offered and give me what I needed.
“I’m going to fuck you now.” He bent over me, kissed the nape of my neck. “If you give me any trouble, I’ll have to punish you some more.”
My ragged breathing caught at the sensual threat. His hands closed on my hips, pulled me back toward him until the hard length of his cock nestled in the valley separating the round swells of my buttocks.
“I want you like this, too,” Matt told me. “I want to stroke myself back and forth here, with your bottom all pink and hot from a spanking. And then when I’m right on the edge, I want to push between these cheeks and ream you while I come.”
I sucked in a breath, caught by his fantasy, even though I needed him inside my sex so badly I was shaking with it. “I might like that.”
“I bet you would.” He rocked back and forth, riding the cleft that cushioned his erect shaft. “A good, hard ass-fucking would teach a bad girl like you a lesson.”
I wanted to explore this possibility later. “What about the knot?”
“If I was already close to coming before I got inside you, it wouldn’t take long before I finished and you could get free.”
He pressed his chest against my back, covering my body with his. He slid his arms under me, lifted me upright until we knelt together with him supporting me. He cuddled me close and caressed my belly and breasts with gentle hands, dropping the play dominance. “I won’t do that to you when I take you now. I won’t cheat you by cutting it short.”
I almost shook my head at the inverted logic, that keeping his cock buried in me as long as possible was an act of giving, not taking.
Matt ran his hand down until it nestled between my legs. “I want you on your back,” he said. “I want to see your face when I make you come.”
I shuddered, nodded my acceptance. He eased us both to our feet and helped me stand.
“Where?” I asked. I felt almost mindless with need, unable to pick a spot to accommodate us.
“The cushions in front of the fireplace. Can you walk that far?”
I couldn’t see that far. I shook my head, and he bent to catch me behind the knees and cradle me in his arms. “I’ll carry you.”
They all seemed to be doing that a lot, I thought, but crawling on the floor mewling with need would be even less dignified, so I didn’t protest.
Matt lowered me down into the soft nest and then knelt over me for a minute, looking at the picture I made sprawled in naked abandon. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered.
He blanketed me with himself and pushed his legs between mine, forcing them apart. He captured my wrists with his hands, pulled my arms up over my head, and pinned them.
His engorged cock rested between my open thighs now, ready to possess the soft flesh he’d already taken with his mouth and fingers, stroked and laved into readiness until he’d overshot the mark and sent me into this state.
“My dance, I believe.” Matt held my eyes with his while he drove his body into mine, forcing his way in faster than my sex could stretch to accommodate him so that I felt every inch of his entry until he penetrated me completely.
I gasped and trembled under him, struggling to adjust, already feeling an urgent need to move, to rock my hips and take him deeper. He swelled inside me, filling my channel even more tightly as the knot formed.
“Matt.” I wrapped my legs around his, the slight change in position opening my body to him a little more and deepening the angle of penetration. “Fuck me hard.”
He did. Over and over, he rammed his cock into me, fucking me with brutal thrusts that made me gasp, then moan, then scream in pleasure. He held me down and rode me hard, every powerful stroke of his shaft into my willing flesh a mix of ecstasy and torment. Not enough, not enough, no matter how fast and deep he drove.
My legs moved higher, clamped around his waist. My arms strained with the need to touch him, hold him, urge him on. “Oh, God, Matt,” I half-sobbed, wild with the need for release. “Harder. Harder.”
“I’ll hurt you.” His voice was thick and guttural, and I knew he was almost as far gone as I was.
“No.” I shook my head from side to side and bucked under him in frenzied movements. “You’ll hurt me if you don’t.” I started to cry, tears of desperation and fear that he’d let me fall into a dark abyss if he didn’t slake the wild hunger that possessed me.
The sight of my tears made his face twist. He made a savage sound and released my wrists. He shifted his weight onto his knees, slid his hands under me to cup my butt and lift so that he kept his cock buried deep inside me as he leaned back.
The new position put him upright between my open legs, his hands holding my hips up, my bottom partly resting on his thighs as he knelt on the cushions. My shoulders stayed on the cushions, my torso at an incline.
“If it hurts, stop me,” Matt ordered. And then he was fucking me so deep and hard I couldn’t move or speak and my breasts bounced from the impact.
The angle sent the head of his cock pounding against my cervix with every thrust, but it didn’t hurt. Or if it did, it was a pleasure pain, my body so far gone it couldn’t distinguish between the two sensations. He pulled my hips into his pistoning strokes to deepen and intensify each movement, and that brought us both to the brink.
“I’m going to come,” he groaned, the pace escalating. “Come for me right now or I’ll have to punish you.”
The erotic threat pushed me past the breaking point. My body writhed and twisted in the grip of orgasm, and then both of us were coming together, his cock jerking inside me with each ejaculation, my inner muscles clamping hard around his shaft.
“So tight.” Matt rocked faster, pumping himself into me. “You’re so tight, stuffed full of my cock.”
He lowered his body over mine again so that he lay on top of me, crushing me into the cushions, his chest hard and hot against the swollen peaks of my breasts. “I’ll keep fucking your tight little pussy until you can’t come any more.”
He kept his promise, driving into me as we both spent ourselves in waves of violent release that went on and on, until finally I lay under him, still except for the quivering aftershocks that made my inner muscles grip and release his shaft again and again.
“Good?” Matt levered himself up on his elbows to look into my face, his eyes searching.
“Very.” I gave him a satisfied, sleepy smile, my body cradling the pleasant weight of his, enjoying the sensation of his thick penis still implanted deep in my flesh.
He lowered his head to settle his lips over mine in a soft, sweet kiss, amends for the frenzy he’d driven me to, homage to the pleasure we’d shared. We kept on kissing in lazy satiation as our bodies unlocked and he withdrew his spent member.
Matt rolled onto his side, bringing me with him so that we lay together facing each other, legs tangled. The tips of our tongues touched, parted, touched again as our mouths meshed.
His hands caressed me, soothing my fevered skin. I snuggled into him with a soft sound of relaxation, touching him back, telling him with my hands and lips that I had no regrets. I felt dreamy and content, the demands of my body satiated for the moment.
I felt a muscular body spoon up behind me, sandwiching me between two males. A hand that wasn’t Matt’s curved over my hip.
Matt gave me a last, lingering kiss before he raised his head to look over my shoulder. “Wait your turn. I’m not done with her yet.”
The tone of his voice made me grin and told me the identity of the body behind mine.
“Hi, Jack.”
“Hi.” He nuzzled the exposed side of my neck and kissed the spot below my ear. “Don’t mind me. Just joining the afterglow.”
“Mmm.” And checking up on me. I shivered in delight when Jack sent the palm of his hand skimming over my breast. “That feels nice.”
“Well then, I must be doing it wrong,” Jack said as he thumbed my nipple. “I was trying for naughty.”
I exerted myself to roll over, reversing so that Matt’s body curved around mine from the back and I faced Jack. “Kiss me.”
He complied, drugging my lips with narcotic kisses that sent me deeper into sensual bliss. His hands wandered over my body, skimming the line of my jaw, the upper slope of my breast, the soft skin of my belly.
“She can’t take you this soon,” Matt informed him from behind me. “I took her too hard.”
Jack lifted his mouth from mine to answer, “I’m just here to play doctor.”
Something in the way he said that made me stir and start to rise out of the lethargy that claimed me, but he gentled me into settling back into their joint embrace. “Rest.”
He kissed me again, and placed his open hand against my belly, below the navel, above the rise of my mound. Heat radiated from his palm and seared my skin, but I was too relaxed to move away, and then I felt warmth penetrating to the muscle and organs beneath. There was a brief, sharp pain, and then only the soothing comfort of Jack’s touch.
“There.” He kept his hand in place for a moment, then lifted it to stroke the silky skin he’d covered. “All better.”
“What did you do to me?”
“You let him bruise your cervix,” Jack said. “You won’t heal as fast as we do until after your first full change, and you’ll need to have sex again before you heal on your own. So I helped you along.”
Matt went still behind me. “I told you to stop me if it hurt.”
I heard the pain in his voice and knew he was blaming himself, not me. “It hurt less than the alternative,” I said, remembering the agonizing need for release.
I met Jack’s eyes, certain he wouldn’t try to soften the truth when I asked the question, “Is estrus dangerous? It felt like if I didn’t have sex with Matt, if he didn’t fuck me to orgasm, I’d lose my mind.”
“You can’t fight the process,” Jack said, his face sober. “You can’t deny your needs. For you, heat is part of your transformation, merging your animal side and your human side, drawing the wolf out by stages through sexual contact. If you relax and allow what your animal side needs, it can emerge slowly enough to be assimilated with your human mind ascendant.”
I stared at him in horror as the penny dropped. “Or I could lose my mind and turn feral.” A monster for real.
He pushed his body into mine, a reassuring press of flesh. “We won’t let that happen. We’ll take care of you. We’ll help you through it.”
I shuddered. “A bruised cervix seems like a small price to pay.”
“Well, don’t wait so long next time,” Jack scolded. “The longer you wait, the more the need builds up, and the harder it is to satisfy.”
My mouth went dry. “It wasn’t that long between Zach and Matt.”
“It was too long.” Jack reached down and gripped my thigh, hooking it over his. He guided his cock to the nest of curls between my legs, still damp from sex. His shaft rode easily along my slick labia and my flesh parted to welcome him.
I clutched at him. “Wait. Zach. David.”
“They understand. They both know they can’t trade you back and forth between them all day. There’s not enough recovery time for them, too much delay for you. They won’t risk losing you. And you need to let all of us mark you.”
I nestled into him, my body already accepting the inevitable while my mind struggled against it. “I can’t just let all of you take a turn between my legs,” I whispered, feeling lost.