Authors: Dixie Lynn Dwyer
Upon the completion of her words and thoughts, Dante and Luther appeared on either side of Maximus. Her breathing grew rapid as she caught each of their gazes.
Her heart hammered in her chest. They were a lethal combination. Her body and mind struggled for control to resist the temptation. They were just so darn sexy and all Alpha male. Their low, feral growls did something to her insides. Her panties were soaked, and her breasts burned to be touched by one of them or each of them. Separately or together, she didn’t care. She just needed.
She closed her eyes as something filtered through her nostrils and into her pores.
Oh Goddess, I can’t take it.
“You feel it, don’t you?” Dante whispered, placing his hand over hers and caressing over her wrist, up her forearm, before skimming over her breast. “Oh,” she whispered.
She shook her head, denying his words, denying her own body’s reaction to their close proximity. This couldn’t be happening. Why now? Why when the world was about ready to fight its greatest battle?
She momentarily caught each of their gazes until Maximus leaned forward.
“Do you know what we do to subordinates?” he whispered.
Never one to give in, she challenged his words without a second thought.
“I am not a subordinate. I don’t work for you or your brothers,” she told him.
Luther chuckled, and Charity looked toward him.
His eyes were dark and mysterious. He had a feral look that she imagined would be on a beast playing with its prey.
She leaned back and tried unsuccessfully to close her legs. Her thighs shook with need.
Maximus grabbed her thighs and pulled her forward until the
V
between her legs collided with his thighs. Her eyes were almost level with the large bulge pulsating against his dress pants. She swallowed hard, felt the dryness in her throat before she licked her lips providing moisture to them.
The brothers growled.
Maximus practically attacked her mouth with his. His kiss was hard and hot. She couldn’t catch her breath and felt herself slipping into his control.
A roll of his tongue, the sensation of cool metal and trimmed hair tickled her chin and cheek as he devoured her mouth. Their tongues battled for control. Her body quivered and inched closer to the edge of the table, and her skirt lifted higher.
She simultaneously felt Luther caressing her left thigh while Dante caressed the right one.
Their strong fingers brushed over the sheer stockings against her skin, but it was no barrier against them. She loved the way they touched her, and with each caress, the tingling, burning sensation built up inside her vaginal walls. Her labia throbbed.
Her breathing grew rapid at the thought of all three Alphas touching her at once.
She felt the small tingling sensation then release from her mound as Maximus growled against her mouth.
She was embarrassed by her body’s response to them and the obvious show of it.
The sound and sensation of her stockings ripping against the point of the
V
between her legs simultaneous with Maximus pulling her forward caused her to lose her balance and fall flat on her back.
Dante had caught her head before it hit the table, bracing her from the fall. Her squeal was muffled by Maximus’s mouth as he caged her body with his own.
She couldn’t help but wonder if the triplets were talking though this erotic assault step by step as each of them strategically assaulted her body in ways that were foreign to her.
Twenty-two years of being on her own, never allowing anyone to get close to her, and here she was exploring intimately with three strangers. Werewolves no less?
The little black thong she wore was easily shifted to the right and replaced by a large hand and protruding thumb that caressed her outer lips.
Charity closed her eyes and moaned at the pleasure.
“You are gorgeous,” Maximus whispered. His warm breath felt as good as a caress. She closed her eyes and attempted to gain control of these out-of-control feelings.
She felt his fingers part her wet folds. She saw the controlled and determined expression on his face. Then she felt his finger press between her folds and slowly push inside of her. Her legs separated farther, and her breasts tightened and pleaded to be touched. Her whole body wanted to be touched. As if sensing her need, both Dante and Luther slowly pushed her sweater up, revealing her pierced belly button and then her large, black-lace-covered breasts.
They each inhaled deeply and reached for the piercing.
Laughing at one another and their simultaneous attraction, their hands traveled over her ribs to her breasts.
“Please,” she panted for their touch. Their stare made her nipples harden to a point of near agony.
Touch me please,
she begged in her mind but refused to give in verbally to them.
“You are breathtaking, Charity,” Dante whispered, not bothering to unclip the front clasp but instead pushed the lace back and released her left breast from confinement. “Look at how pretty her breasts are and how soft they feel.”
“She’s a goddess brother, a goddess,” Luther added, and Charity moaned as Maximus increased the speed of his in-and-out motion with his finger. Maximus added a second digit as Charity scooted her hips closer toward his hand, her hips joining the rhythm his fingers set. She was on fire with need as the itch grew stronger with every stroke.
He pulled her ass cheeks over the edge of the table and leaned his face down between her legs, inhaling deeply.
His growl was low and feral. Hot breath on top of her most intimate part? Was this a good thing?
The sensations she felt gave her the answer, and that intoxicating aroma was incredible.
These wolves could do as they please as long as they keep touching me.
She should be embarrassed or afraid, but some inner desire knew this was right, that they were a part of her.
Her breasts pulsated as Luther pulled her other breast from confinement revealing her heart-shaped tattoo.
She panicked a moment, hoping that they would think it was just a tattoo. She prayed to the Goddess that the heart didn’t glow. “Piercing, tattoos, and a responsiveness to our touch we have only dreamt about.”
“You
are
a goddess,” Dante stated as Maximus pulled his fingers from her channel. Charity nearly demanded his fingers return to their rightful place and thought about grabbing his head and holding it there but stopped herself as his mouth and tongue took their place.
He nibbled a little harder than she expected causing her to release a gasp. But then his tongue rolled between each fold before plunging into her for another taste. It was too much to handle.
Luther and Dante pressed their mouths against the nipples of her breasts, sucking and nibbling softly then harder. It was slightly painful yet addicting as they licked, sucked then nibbled on each breast. They pulled her nipples between their teeth casing a slight pinch before they licked away the sting. She moaned in response as she reached up and placed a palm on each of their heads, guiding them to continue. She heard their mumbled chuckles and smiled. The triplets were taking her body to levels she had never imagined possible.
Maximus pulled her legs over his shoulders to gain better access to her clit as he sucked harder and deeper, drawing out a moan and a small scream before her release. A slight breeze hit her back slit as her legs shook.
He kissed her mound softly as Luther released her breast.
“Delicious,” he stated, locking gazes with Charity.
She could hardly focus as Maximus gently placed her legs back down on the table and Luther moved from the side. She was distraught at the loss of Luther’s mouth on her breast and Maximus’s mouth on her mound, but delight replaced the sadness as the men changed positions.
Maximus stood where Luther once did, and he leaned down and kissed her mouth.
She could taste her own scent on his lips, and the desire to know what Maximus tasted like filled her thoughts.
Before she could fantasize about him and his brothers, Luther took position between her legs then plunged two fingers into her pussy while simultaneously licking her outer lips. He slurped and sucked, rolled his tongue, and plunged in and out with tongue and digit as she wriggled and struggled to control the tightness building deep inside her.
Her body lifted, only to be held down by Dante’s mouth and Maximus’s mouth on either breast.
They were going to be the death of her.
Luther pushed in and out harder and faster than Maximus had, thrusting and pushing as her body released orgasm after orgasm. The palms of their hands lay flat against her stomach in a show of domination, and she loved it. Her belly quivered as she raised her hips, counter thrusting to Luther’s thrusts into her pussy.
Her nipples tightened and hardened then stood at attention, demanding more.
Maximus kissed and nibbled along her breast, over the heart tattoo that vibrated under the skin and toward her collarbone. The chills ran through her body, and she rolled her head to the side to give his mouth better access. That’s when she felt his teeth nibble not so softly against the flesh as Luther released his fingers, lifted her ass then licked and sucked away her juices.
Charity moaned, “Oh please…please, I can’t take it.” Her body shook at yet another orgasm, and the trio chuckled and growled with satisfaction.
Dante released her breast, licking the nipple in a circular motion before finding her neck then her lips.
“You can take it. You’re so sweet and so passionate.”
He kissed her feverishly, invading her mouth with his tongue.
She grabbed his head, allowing her own desire to control the pressure of the kiss. But his hand slid under her hair and grabbed a handful, slightly controlling the movement and tilting her head back.
Charity pouted.
Dante smirked. “I see you have difficulty taking orders, but we are your Alphas, and you belong to us, Goddess,”
Charity felt the wave of excitement at his words as she came again. Luther slurped and sucked harder until Dante moved from his position.
Her breasts felt the chill of the air and the loss of warmth from the brothers’ mouths. But soon that was resolved.
Luther took one last taste of her cream before gently placing her thighs back down on the table.
He walked to Dante’s side and cupped her breast as Dante took position between her legs.
Charity felt weak and sensational at the same time.
“I can’t, Dante. I can’t,” she whispered, out of breath as the feel of his hands and palms rubbed up and down her inner thighs.
She moaned at the sensation while Luther played with her breasts. He seemed mesmerized at their size.
Staring at them in awe, he held what he could in the palm of his large, calloused hand then pinched the nipple. Charity gasped as Maximus sucked her other breast harder. She held his head, fighting the desire to push him away or pull him closer. Maximus’s whiskers scraped erotically against her breast, causing tiny currents of energy to run through her body.
Dante submerged two fingers into her mound and observed her body’s response.
She felt the flow of liquid release from her body as Dante growled then released his fingers and raised her legs.
His mouth devoured her cream. The warmth of his breath brought on an onslaught of vibrations and spasms throughout every inch of her body. It was too much for her.
Charity cried out in one final release.
* * * *
She felt as if she lost consciousness, like the room spun out of her vision.
Somehow, when she opened her eyes, she laid on a sofa, fully clothed but exhausted. Her breasts throbbed and pinched, her legs felt weak, and she felt like
…
a bunch of eyes were upon her.
Fear consumed her at the fact she blacked out and was unaware of her surroundings. Yet she didn’t sense the spirits warning her or the vibes of trouble.
She looked up to find three sets of emerald eyes gazing upon her.
“See, we didn’t kill her,” Luther stated sarcastically. He smiled at her then winked. Her body reacted. She felt the instant wetness between her legs. The brothers inhaled.
“Damn, she is going to be the death of us,” Dante replied.
Funny, she was thinking the same thing about the three of them.
Maximus looked serious and concerned. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was angry with her.
“I–I’m…” She couldn’t find the words to say as she sat up and fixed her hair. She realized it was flowing freely and no longer confined by the fancy hairstyle she applied before the meeting.
The meeting. Oh my god, what have I done?
Charity sprung up off the couch and straightened her skirt. The sensation of a slight cool breeze between her legs caused a rush of heat to hit her cheeks.
It wasn’t a dream. She had allowed the triplets to have their way with her body. Maximus ripped her stockings. Each of them had tasted her…