Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
This is so hot, and I am so fucking wet and I need this. There is a tingling, hot need inside me that is desperate for release. The fact that I am being watched by all three men makes me want to absolutely explode into orgasm. I don’t know if I’m trying to come, or trying not to come. I don’t know if it matters, because it’s not my decision to make.
At Einar’s rough urging I come on his fingers, grinding my clit against the fleshy pad of his palm. I let myself go. I let everything go. I explode in almost every sense possible, my entire body shaking with release as I collapse against Einar, my thighs spread and trembling.
“Good girl,” he praises, patting my pussy affectionately. “Good girl.”
“I hope that helped her, because it really didn’t fucking help me,” Kirin complains. “I’m so fucking hard it hurts.”
“That’s your problem. Control yourself,” Einar growls.
“You’re keeping her for yourself,” Rafe complains.
“I’m not. I’m saving her from the consequences of being a pretty young female in heat in the midst of three men,” he says. “We didn’t rescue her from that academy to have dirty van sex.”
Listening to three men talk about me this way is a lot. I’m used to horny guys, and I’m used to having their attention from time to time. But that’s not the same as this situation for so many reasons. One, I’m still fucking aroused. I don’t know how, but that orgasm only seems to have stoked my desire. I’m trying to sit still on Einar’s lap, knowing that it’s not a good idea to grind. He’s wrapped the cloak back around me, keeping me nice and snug and comfortable.
“Dirty van sex or not, we know what we’re feeling,” Kirin says. “She’s mate bonded with all of us. I didn’t know that was possible.”
“Of course it is. A female wolf with enough sexual energy can easily mate bond three males. Remember the tale of Tess the Terrible?”
“That’s an urban legend.”
“That’s what I thought, but now that all three of us are here in this situation, maybe it’s not.”
Einar is slowly stroking my pussy under the cloak, gently and in an almost friendly fashion. He’s driving me mad with need, though I don’t know if he knows that. Every now and then, he dips a finger into my soaking wet pussy, then trails that finger up to my clit and circles it slowly.
I press back against him, let him have his way with me. I wish he would do more. I wish they would all do more.
“Stop talking about fucking me and fuck me already,” I mutter under my breath as frustration really starts to set in.
“She doesn’t mean that,” Einar says swiftly.
“Yes, she does,” Rafe chuckles. “She’s not going to settle down until she’s taken each of her mate’s cocks once. That’s how this works. Usually a girl gets fucked good and well by her chosen mate and lives happily ever after. This poor academy whelp is going to be damn sore once we’re done with her.”
“Behave yourself,” Einar cautions me. “We can take care of your… urges when we get to our home.”
“Why did you take me? Is this why? You wanted to fuck a wolf girl?”
He pushes a finger inside me again. “You have shifter blood of the wolf line,” he says. “That’s rare. You’re being held at the academy, but that’s a waste of your potential—and it means you were being held for a different purpose.”
“So you did decide to hunt me down so I could be fucked.”
“No. We decided to hunt you down because you’re being used. And you’re fortunate we took you. The way you’re reacting, you’d have bonded with the first wolf you encountered.”
“Make me come again,” I demand. I know it’s a filthy, dirty, nasty thing to ask for, but I need it. I feel as though I have been turned on, quite literally. As if a switch has been flipped and I need to be run to my conclusion, as it were.
Rafe laughs, as does Kirin. They like hearing me like this. I need to remind them who I really am. I need to teach them that if the Cardinal’s Guard had not attacked us, I would have put them all down.
Einar does not laugh.
“I’ll spank your bottom and make you sorry,” he says, slowly making a stirring motion inside my pussy with his finger. “I’ll play with you, but I’m not going to give you orgasms on demand, you spoiled little whelp.”
I’m being chastised for wanting sex, which feels very unfair.
“If you don’t want me, I know who does,” I say, trying to push up from his lap. Einar pulls me back down quite firmly.
“I’m not ready to let you go just yet,” he growls.
“Maybe you’re not, but I’m tagging in, old man,” Rafe says. My movement toward him emboldened him, gave him functional consent. “Turn her toward you, spread her legs over your lap.”