Dwyer, Dixie Lynn - Were Love Conquers All [Were Trilogy 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (21 page)

“I need more. Harder!” she demanded, scratching his shoulders.

As if waiting for those words he spread her thighs and thrust into her.

At first Charity was scared. Then she caught her breath, and with each intake of air, she absorbed the musk of her men. It was intense, and the feel of his thick thighs pressed against her open thighs heightened her arousal. Her flesh was lost within his larger frame. Even with her arms stretched out to the sides, she could barely reach around his arms and shoulders. It was at this moment, when they were intimately connected, that his bulk stood out. A glance to either side of her and both Luther and Dante appeared just as large.

She wanted more, needed more of them.

Lifting her hips toward Maximus, she tried to reciprocate his rhythm, but he was so much stronger.

She panted with him, feeling the tightening deep within her core and the multitude of orgasms.

It was minutes later when she felt Maximus increase his speed while thrusting in and out deep, fast, and hard until they simultaneously screamed their release.

Like a hot, tingling jet stream, she felt his seed as it burned through her insides, causing a tingling sensation deep within her body. Her heart tattoo felt as if it drummed against her chest.

Charity closed her eyes, her body shook with the aftershocks, and Maximus leaned forward to kiss her.

He sucked in her tongue and twirled it around with his own until they released in order to breathe. He kissed her neck, her chest as Charity lay still and spent.

The palms of his large hands rubbed over her backside and ass cheek, giving it a squeeze.

It wasn’t until she felt the bed dip and bend that she sensed Luther moving.

Dante did the same.

Maximus growled sounding annoyed to Charity as he slowly pulled from her body and moved away from her.

She was momentarily saddened by the loss until Luther took his place between her thighs.

The feel of Luther’s hands against her thighs told her his intentions.

Before she could respond, he was leaning down taking a taste of her for himself. He lapped at her cream and played with her wet folds, causing her body to stir alive again with more desire for her mates. In and out, he pressed a digit and alternated tongue for finger. He licked her cream and moaned as if he engaged in the most satisfying meal he had ever had.

“I can’t hold back. I need to be inside you,” he professed abruptly. Then he repositioned himself immediately pressing his engorged cock deep inside her.

“Oh, damn, she’s so tight!” Luther clenched his teeth, pushing deeper until he was completely submerged in her inner warmth.

Charity moaned “I can’t…I…”

“Yeah, you can. Just let yourself feel,” he cheered her on, rubbing his hands over her hip bones and waist, making her hips collide against his thrusts.

Maximus whispered next to her ear.

“You’re ours for the taking, Princess. Feel how good it is to be with all of us.”

Charity opened her eyes to lock gazes with Maximus. He kissed her lips then her shoulder before getting up from the bed.

The bed moaned and groaned from Luther’s deep thrusts into her. She felt Dante next to her. He leaned down and kissed her mouth, capturing another gasp caused by Luther.

Dante had undressed and slowly crawled next to her on the bed. He held his erection in his hand, and his facial expression was filled with torment.

Charity reached out to him, drawing him closer.

Dante moved closer while Luther pressed repeatedly into Charity in slow, deep thrusts. With one hand she held on to Luther’s shoulder for support, whipping her head side to side in ecstasy. Feeling Dante gently caress her cheek before tilting it toward him, she knew what he wanted. Swallowing hard then licking her lips, she allowed him to move his erection to her lips.

“I can’t wait, Princess. I need to feel your mouth on me.”

Charity slowly licked the pre-cum then along the base of his penis to the sac below. He moaned his appreciation then growled while she pulled more of him deeper into her mouth. She had never done anything so intimate before, but her body, her mouth, and tongue seemed to have a skill of their own she was not knowledgeable of. Dante growled and moaned as Luther plunged in and out of her body in a faster, matching rhythm. She wasn’t sure how much more of this she would be able to take, when suddenly Maximus latched on to her breast and suckled roughly.

She moaned and withered from the triple onslaught of sensations as she and Luther simultaneously came together.

Luther rubbed and caressed her thighs. Maximus was relentless while he nibbled her breasts then her neck.

“Please, Maximus. It feels so good.”

She felt Luther pull from her body, and Dante took his place.

She didn’t know if she could take much more of this. Her body felt weak, and exhaustion was slowly taking over.

“I need to be inside you. We must claim you together,” Dante exclaimed then pressed his cock in between her folds. Amazingly, she took him in. Dante’s penis was just as thick and hard as his brothers. She felt the ache as her vaginal walls clung to his thickness. As it rubbed along her channel, she felt every inch of him.

Maximus and Luther held her arms above her head while they tortured her upper body. Their efforts rewarded her with another amazing orgasm.

As Dante shoved forward and began to press in and out of her channel, she felt another wave of energy and desire.

“Yes,” she panted then thrust her hips against Dante. The move made him lose his focus. His eyes glowed as they held her gaze. He looked possessed and needy.

He thrust hard then pulled out slowly. Then he thrust again hard and pulled out slowly again. He was a dominant man and wolf.

“You’re so tight and feel so damn good. I could stay inside you forever,” he growled then thrust up into her again.

The way he stared at her breasts and seemed to lock into watching his brothers lick and suck her flesh must have caused him to lose his control.

The next thing she felt was Dante reaching under her rear, grabbing her cheeks and lifting her higher. Only her upper back remained on the bed as he thrust in and out of her body with fast, penetrating strokes.

She nearly lost her breath as she screamed her release. She locked gazes with Dante as he bared his teeth, showing off a distorted expression as he roared then exploded inside of her. That same burning and tingling sensation filled her body, and her tattoo pounded against her chest. The four of them were one. She knew it with her heart and her soul.

Dante pulled from her slowly and panted as if the motions caused him to lose his breath.

“Look at me.” The growled command had Charity opening her eyes to respond.

Her gaze collided with a sea of emerald green eyes. Flecks of gold and black penetrated to her soul. They were mesmerizing and belonged to Maximus.

She inhaled sharply.

“Mine,” she heard in unison as all three of her wolves touched her, caressed her, and took positions around her on the bed.

Chapter 10

Davis the Wizard attended to Conrad’s wounds as the master had commanded. Conrad moaned in agony.

 
“Why is he suffering so much? Any of the wounds on his body should have healed by now,” Dexter stated.

Davis stared at the foolish lion. He hadn’t a clue as to what had taken place at the Venificus mansion. He was still focused on destroying Venificus alone when something greater happened.

“He has been touched by the purest of magic.”

Davis ran his hands above Conrad’s skin, being sure not to touch it, as a soft glow of goodness was attempting to destroy the evil within Conrad Symporian.

The lion was in such excruciating pain as he battled over the decision of turning good or remaining bad. His final choice would either free him or kill him. The fact that the good power was even offering a second chance was odd to Davis. If someone crossed a wizard ever, they would die a horrible death.

Davis didn’t recognize this goodness at all. It was a combination of every magical and human power that ever existed. He sensed fey, wolf, night, vamp, mother earth. It was like everything all combined into one. As an evil wizard, this both annoyed him and thrilled him to actually witness such power.

“How can you just sit there and do nothing?” Dexter asked as he watched his cousin suffer.

“Foolish lion, I am not powerful enough to destroy this type of magic power. It is like nothing I have ever experienced or even heard of before.”

“How can that be? You are a great wizard. That is why the master chose you and why Conrad trusted you in this mission.”

“It is not his fault.”

Both Davis and Dexter jumped at the sound of the deep voice. They turned around in circles, wondering where it was. They didn’t see anything to indicate where the voice came from. It was Davis who bowed his head and got down on one knee.

“Master, you honor us with your presence.”

“Davis, I see you have done your best to help our lion friend.”

Davis nodded his head then rose from the floor and went back to caring for Conrad.

“Master, I cannot see you but can feel you all around me. I am sorry we failed you. We will try again as soon as you command. I must ask master. What is this magic that Davis is talking about? Will my cousin live?” Dexter asked as he, too, knelt on the floor, staring into nothing, for the master had yet to reveal himself in solid form.

* * * *

“You did not fail Dexter. On the contrary, you all have succeeded.”

In an instant, out of nowhere, the master appeared by the bed alongside Conrad. He was very tall and a perfect specimen of wolf. He had the ability to take any form and was a superb warrior. Dexter shuddered in fear at the power and evil that emitted from his body.

Dexter watched as the master closed his eyes and ran the palm of his hand above the sheets that covered Conrad. His fingers shook, his

face tightened, and a sheet of black smoke encompassed Conrad. Davis quickly covered his hand over Conrad’s then grabbed onto the master. The vision overtook them as Devlon saw his princess.

* * * *

“Devlon!” Charity whispered as she jolted upright in the bed. Her breathing was rapid. Her eyes tried to focus as a soft glow from the sunrise pressed through tiny cracks in the shades.

Luther and Dante lay on either side of her, and her heart began to settle down. Quickly she looked around the room for Maximus as fear grasped a hold of her heart.

“I am here,” he whispered from across the room.

Charity calmed her breathing, knowing that her mates were safe.

She uncovered her body, crawled from the bed, and went to Maximus.

His nostrils flared, and she watched his eyes lock onto her naked flesh. Her pussy clenched then wept at his stare. She climbed atop his lap, needing him to hold her so she could clear her mind of the evil that had penetrated her thoughts only moments ago.

The feel of his strong arms embracing her while his large hands caressed her back then moved lower over her ass cheeks made her warm up with desire.

It was an amazing feeling she had inside of her. She pressed her breasts against his pectoral muscles, and her body hummed. When Maximus rubbed his hand up her back over her shoulder then cupped her head, she was turned on by his need to dominate. She understood his thoughts, his need for control as the Royal Alpha. She would never take that power of control away from him or his brothers.

She moaned, tilting her head back to feel his grip tighten. Then with his free hand, he pulled her hips closer to his torso so all she had to do was lift to ride him. But when he cupped her breast and pinched her nipple, she froze where she was, needing and wanting to absorb each and every touch.

“Maximus,” she whispered.

He pulled her to him to kiss her mouth and ravish every inch of it. She craved the feel of his cock rubbing along her vaginal walls. She lifted her hips, pressed down over his thick erection, and took him inside of her.

* * * *

Maximus had never felt so out of control. When Charity walked across the room to him, naked and voluptuous, his heart hammered in his chest, and his beast roared with pride that she was his mate. It had taken the inner strength of man and beast to not attack her before she reached him. He was now glad that he didn’t, for the feel of her atop him right now was pure pleasure.

Her soft, toned skin, the firmness of her ass as she lifted up and down along his shaft in a slow tempo was ecstasy. Her vaginal muscles clung to his girth, nearly stealing his breath away.

“Look at me,” he growled when he released her lips. Her feminine fingers held his shoulders as her breasts lifted up and down with each thrust and only inches from his mouth.

He reached out with his wolfen tongue to catch a nipple and caused a shriek of pleasure to emerge between his mate’s parted lips.

“You are a naughty wolf,” she teased him then increased her speed atop his lap.