Espino, Stacey - Surrounded by Wolves [Wolves of Climax 1] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (6 page)

None of them were getting any younger, so maybe it was time for Garret to choose a mate for them. Patrick’s own natural desires for a family, a woman to call his own, tugged at him a bit more each year. But if he was denied a mate, at least he could thoroughly enjoy Cassidy tonight. That’s if Evan didn’t ruin things for them.

He was sure Travis would fuck a tree if he had to, so his only concern was Evan. For some reason the overgrown wolf was loyal to a fault. He complied with orders like a beta with his tail between his legs. It was pathetic, especially when Garret never asked too much from any of them. They were more friends than leader and followers.

“You can have anything you ask for,” he said. “Whatever you like.” He hoped she wanted her pussy sucked because he could already taste her on his tongue like a starved man smelling the food at a banquet. Her eyes were gorgeous, like sapphires with the firelight dancing in the mirrorlike surface. Her lips were ripe, swollen, and begging for his attention.

“I–I’m not that kind of girl,” she said, her voice quivering.

“What kind would that be, baby doll? The kind that enjoys the undivided attention of men? Men only interested in showing you wondrous things you’ve never experienced?” asked Travis, his fingers trailing along her jawline.

“But—”

“Don’t fight what you want. There’s no one here to judge you.” Patrick shot a look up to Evan, daring him to stop the progression of events now. She was giving in to them, accepting what he knew she wanted. If Evan started putting on the brakes again, he’d drag him out back and kick his ass. He might think those dark eyes of his hid all his illicit desires, but Patrick knew Evan wanted her just as much as he did.

Travis kept going, pushing the boundaries he often tended to ignore. He slipped his hand under her shirt, holding her around the waist. “Did you have a man in the city?” he whispered against her hair.

She shook her head. It pleased Patrick, knowing she was unclaimed. Living day in, day out with his pack mates, they often joked about never settling down. They were warriors of the forest, free, uninhibited. A female would only stifle their carefree ways. But in the span of a few minutes he questioned what he really wanted.

“You can touch me, you know. I’m all for yours tonight, Cassidy.” Travis was turning up the charm, but in this case Patrick put up with his theatrics because he wanted desperately to share the woman between them. He hadn’t been this anxious to fuck since being a horny teenager. It was refreshing to feel all these potent emotions when their existence usually consisted of working the mine and patrolling the land. The forest was their responsibility, their duty as wolf-shifters to keep it safe from outside forces determined to see it destroyed. Northern Canada was one of the last natural refuges for their kind. But there was more to life than their legacy as a dying breed.

She tentatively reached out and laid her palm on Travis’s bare shoulder. Her lips parted and heart rate increased. The poor little thing was deprived of simple pleasures. “Good girl,” said Patrick. “Hey, Evan, why don’t you come and join us. You wouldn’t leave a damsel in distress, now would you? It would be dutiful of you to ease her discomfort.” He loved all his pack mates, including Evan. It felt wrong to indulge with him watching from a distance. Besides, if he joined in, he couldn’t run and tattle to Garret that they’d fucked the new dispatcher. He didn’t need any more heat from the alpha.

“She doesn’t look uncomfortable to me,” said Evan, strolling around the sofa. He sat on the low wooden coffee table in front of them, the wood protesting slightly from his weight.

“But she is,” said Travis, the expert lady’s man. “I guarantee you her pussy’s ripe, moist, and swollen. And her tits must be achy, her nipples in need of attention. It’s cruel to watch and not service her, Evan. The gods didn’t give you that big cock just to carry around in your jeans.”

They loved to toy with Evan, but there was no way he couldn’t smell her sex and crave it as much as they did. The moon was still close to full, bringing their feral desires to the surface.

Cassidy’s eyes were glazed over, her body becoming more pliant with each touch, each illicit word spoken. She wanted this as much as they did, but was too good to ask for it. “I’m so hot,” she finally murmured, tugging at her collar. The fire was roaring strong in the cabin, but her heat was burning on the inside.

“Let’s take this off then, eh?” He slipped her shirt up over her head, her hair fanning down over her back and shoulders once he lifted it away. She wore a black sports bra which reined in nice, full breasts. He growled, the tips of his fangs lengthening. Her skin was milky white, smooth, and feminine. Patrick wanted to devour her, but had to keep his untamed nature in check if he was to ensure she remained unharmed in their care.

* * * *

Oh, what the hell?
This was every woman’s fantasy, so why not go with it? Every inch of her skin crawled with anticipation. As soon as she touched Travis, she nearly lost it. He was so hard, yet soft, his muscles tensing under her fingers. She had to control herself from sinking her nails into his skin and pulling him closer. Those damn blue eyes of his seemed to look into her soul, so seductive. Cassidy wasn’t a fool. She knew his type, but at this point, didn’t care. She’d worry about her job and reputation in the light of day. Right now the heat and testosterone surrounding her had her lust drunk.

These were crude, rugged men that turned her pussy into molten lava. She could feel her folds slick with moisture, exactly as Travis had predicted.

Patrick leaned down and kissed her collarbone, his thick lips gently grazing her skin. She reached up and tugged off his toque, his red hair spilling out in an attractive mess. He glanced up at her, just his eyes, and she swore she saw the eyes of a predator for a moment. It made her gasp, her lungs not able to take in the amount of air she needed to stay grounded. There was no turning back. She had to get fucked tonight, and hard. These men were so daring, so confident in themselves that she saw no hesitation on their part in sharing her. The mere idea began to excite her, her mind calculating all the possibilities.

Travis undid the button to her jeans, and then slid the zipper down. When he slipped his flattened hand down her panties, she opened her legs slightly to give him more room. She wanted to be touched there, in her most intimate spot, the one pulsing so strong she could barely think straight.

“Like I told you, Evan. She's fucking soaked through. See for yourself.” He briefly curled two fingers into her cunt.

“Oh God,” she blurted, astounded by the explosion of sensation from those two, thick digits. A devilish smile appeared on his lips as he removed his hand and smelled his fingers, running them under his nose. Her words created a ripple effect of hunger, each man moving in closer, surrounding her. Evan dropped down to one knee on the floor between her legs, each hand on her thighs. He tested her muscles, squeezing, his thumbs teasing her inner thighs.

“Garret never should have brought you here,” he said, little conviction in his voice. “He has too much faith in us.” Evan grew just as bold as the men on either side of her, lifting the soft cups of her sports bra over her breasts. Once exposed, she felt the slight chill in the air on her nipples and the three sets of appreciative eyes. Cassidy knew she had nice tits, which was a small consolation for her pathetic love life. Apparently good assets didn’t ensure a woman commitment from a man.

Evan surprised her, shifting higher, covering her breast with his hot, wet mouth. He wasn’t gentle as she suspected he’d be. His calm, civilized nature fizzled away the moment he lifted her bra. Part of her was thrilled, satisfied he gave in rather than rejecting her further. Now she had all three men eager to conquer her. If she fought in this battle, she was outnumbered and would lose.

Patrick wrestled with his shirt, and soon he was just as bare-chested as the other two. Ink, bare flesh, muscles, and scruff from all directions. How much stimuli could one woman take?

“She has beautiful tits, doesn’t she?” Patrick hunched over and latched on the closest nipple. His tongue painted circles around her areola before he sucked in deep. Evan leaned back on his heel and watched.

“I want a taste of her,” said Evan. He had a wild look in his eyes, a man on the edge. For someone who just claimed to want no part in her, he sure had a quick change of heart.

“Slow down there, lover boy. What’s your rush?” Travis laid a hand on the other man’s shoulder for a minute which appeared to calm him somewhat. “We have all night.”

All night? Cassidy imagined these studs could fuck long into the night. They were built for pleasure. She already drank in the sight of them—every muscle and dusting of masculine hair increased her desire to delve into the dark side.

One night.
What harm could one night cause in the great scheme of things? She knew she was trying to rationalize at the last minute because fucking these three men would probably destroy her career, ruin any chance she had with Garret, and likely force her to flee the town to save her own dignity. But it was too late. As insane as it was, she was lost to their sexual energy, their group seduction. They worked together like a pack of wolves, silently communicating—touching, tasting, arousing.

“What are you gonna do to me?” she asked, feigning innocence. It was better than saying, “What are you waiting for?” and looking like a tramp. They kept playing with her, foreplay to the extreme, but it was too much. She was tingly all over, sensitized, and her pussy ached.

“I want to bury my face in your pussy, lap at your cream,” said Evan. “Guarantee you’ll be writhing under my tongue.”

She bet she would. Just those crass words were enough to send a fresh jolt of energy spiking through her lower stomach.

Travis and Patrick lifted her off the cushions, giving Evan room to tug her fitted jeans down her hips and off her body. She was left in her bikini underwear, the ones covered with tiny stars and moons. It was not like she expected any man to see them or else she’d have worn something red and lacy.

When both men on the sofa parted her legs, she’d never felt so exposed in all her life. She felt dirty, but loved every minute. Evan eyed between her legs like a beast to its meal. She remembered how his muscles flexed as he cut the wood at her cabin, thanklessly trying to help her. Now she admired the thick muscles bunched up on his shoulders as he prepared to strike.

“Give her a taste, then she’s mine. I saw her first,” said Travis. His hand on her thigh was tight. His own control wavered, and soon he’d be the one controlling her body while the other two watched. Would they all want a turn to plunder their cocks inside her? The thought of being penetrated by each one made her delirious with anticipation. This was so unlike her, but she felt alive for the first time because of it.

Evan trailed kisses on her legs, inching closer to her liquid center. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he pulled her thin panties to one side, exposing her cunt to his gaze. She watched his blond head descend lower as he settled in between her legs, his hot breath tantalizing her folds. His skin was so hot compared to hers, in fact all the men were well accustomed to the weather, like living furnaces.

He swiped his tongue over her moist pussy lips. She tried to close her legs, but was still restrained. “Let him do this, darlin’,” said Travis. “Evan’s been an old stick-in-the-mud. You’re the first woman he’s bent the rules for.”

She was flattered, wanted these men to truly want her the way she did them. Even with the darkness obscuring the forest from view beyond the curtainless windows, she felt safe in the cabin with these rustic men. They’d know how to handle themselves in an emergency. If the wolves came prowling, she’d be able to sleep tight, knowing they’d be experienced in dealing with anything nature could throw at them.

Evan thrust his tongue in her cunt. She let out a throaty sigh, arching her hips forward. He certainly knew what he was doing, his tongue playful and skilled. Cassidy couldn’t believe she’d been missing this all her life, this level of pleasure. But when had she come across men like these in real life before?

“She’s so responsive,” said Patrick. He nudged her face with his, his stubble scratching her skin. She wasn’t expecting the kiss or level of intimacy it carried. Cassidy had assumed this was about sex, the men fulfilling some twisted ménage fantasy because they finally had a willing victim. But Patrick’s kiss was sweet, albeit dominating. She became lost,
falling, falling, falling
. Her entire reality was spiraling out of control. She had a man between her legs, eating her cunt as if it were his last meal. Another massaged and suckled her tits, while the third kissed her with enough passion to make the world go away. It was like having one entity consume her body whole.

Evan suddenly retreated, and bolted up to his feet. He was so tall, so built. She had to look way up to see his handsome face. Any humanity he had was no longer present. He fought with his belt and buckle. His jeans were already so low on his slim hips that he left little to the imagination. Still, she couldn’t wait to see what he sported behind his zipper.

“Take it easy, Evan,” warned Travis. Although they all appeared to be close in age, Evan had the least self-control at the moment.

He kicked off his pants, his cock dark, the veins bulging. Just the cockhead was impressive and swollen. Her pussy responded to the sight by seeping moisture and throbbing, desperate to be filled. She could feel the thin trail of fluid leaking down to her ass.