Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
I kiss down his body, drawing the scent of him deep inside, my thirst for him only worsening as I press my nose into the hair above his thick erection. Licking him isn’t enough. I wrap my lips around him and suck, tasting his pleasure until the head is deep in my throat and Finn’s hands are in my hair, wrapping it around his wrists so he can control me. I moan, and Reed stirs, taking my hand and pressing it to his length. My mind is filled with images of me and what I’m doing to Finn, but the images are tinted and beautiful, and I realize that’s how he sees me.
Nixon is awake, too, our minds now too connected to slumber through the swelling pleasure.
She was hungry for it, Finn says by way of explanation.
The claim is surging through her, Nixon explains. I assume it’s for my benefit because they know and understand what’s happening to me.
Take her, Finn says. Fill her.
Nixon is behind me before I register he’s moved, his tongue sliding over my pussy, his nose pressing deep. The way they touch me is different from any other man who came before them. It’s like they want to consume me. It's as if there's no part of me that doesn’t belong to them. If they could, I think they’d climb inside me.
Reed’s leaking precum, and Finn loosens his grip on my hair, just loose enough to let me lick it from his brother, taking him deep into my throat longingly before being guided back.
Behind me, Nixon thrusts into my pussy, still sore from their knots, and I sob around Finn’s cock, body stretched and full, claimed and taken again.
Reed’s hands are everywhere, stroking the slope of my spine, cupping my breast, circling my clit with his knuckles, teasing and worshipping and working me higher. His breath gusts against my ear as he whispers in my mind.
You were made for this. You’re perfect, every part of you. I want to fuck you until you forget your name and then remind you who you belong to.
The whispers aren’t out loud, but they ripple through my chest like thunder. Finn’s groan reverberates not just in my throat, but in my mind.
So good, baby. So fucking sweet. That mouth was made for my cock.
Nixon doesn’t speak, but he’s there, deeper than the others. Like a hot wire wrapped around my spine, grounding me as he hammers into me from behind. His thrusts are unrelenting, but his thoughts are wild and fierce.
Ours. No one else gets to touch you now. I’ll burn the world before I let it take you from us.
Pleasure pulses from the inside out, each of them touching me through this strange thread that’s now wound through all of us.
The sweetest one that makes my heart ache is Nixon’s desire to fill me with a child. I see the brightness of his imagined future; his pack made up of his brothers and me, Ahya grown and walking, and other cubs frolicking. I gasp, pulling back from Finn, tears welling in my eyes as I’m swamped by the purity of his need to procreate, layered over my surety that my body isn’t capable of giving him what he wants.
It’s okay, he says, slowing his thrusts, stroking his big, rough hands up my thighs. Everything is going to be okay. Trust in the goddess.
I shiver as he continues driving into me, the images of our future family replaced by what he can see: the curve of my ass, his thick cock driving inside me, my pussy stretched around him, and his brothers touching me. There’s a glow around us all in his mind, like a halo that contains us, blending our forms together, softening the edges of what we’re doing. It spins through my mind, driving me closer and closer to the release I’m craving, but even as I near the precipice, I’m filled with the certainty that no matter how sated I am, I’ll always want more. I’ll crave these men until my last breath because they’re in my blood, pumping through my heart, curled around my essence, holding me close.
I come with Finn deep in my throat, gulping his orgasm down with every jerking pulsation.. Nixon isn’t far behind, painting me inside with his release. I’m a panting, leaking mess when Reed climbs over me, licking my neck and clavicle, over each mark his brothers made. When he fills me, I mewl, clawing at his body, needing him close. His weight presses me into the mattress, his thrusts making the bed shake. His mind is filled with other beautiful images of us running through the forest naked and making love in a clearing lit up by the midday sun. When he comes, it’s with a long, satisfied groan that echoes deep in my chest. I feel them everywhere, taste them and smell them, and it’s like a drug that circulates inside and outside me.