Reluctant Mates - 21 Paranormal Romance Stories (Werewolf, Vampire, Minotaur and Monster collection) (58 page)

He growled a low, rumbling, excited growl when he finally, after all those long, slow strokes, pushed into me to the hilt. He withdrew halfway and drove in again. His second full thrust was so forceful that I almost fell forward, but luckily had two handfuls of cock in front of me to hold myself up. As best I could, I kept moving my head between Franks and Crockett, but that soon became impossible to keep up. It was really all I could manage to keep jerking them off, but that was very clearly fine with them.

The two of them groaned and moaned contented noises and began to turn attention to each other. Franks made the first move, pulling Crockett to him and kissing him hard and deep, roughly driving his tongue into Crockett. Crockett clutched desperately to Franks, caressing his face and returning his kiss. Suddenly, I felt Franks begin to twitch in my hand. The muscles at the base of his cock clenched hard and as he craned his neck and bayed out loud into the night sky, he erupted. One quick gush escaped before I got my mouth around his tip and sucked him dry. As he retreated back to Bolton and Samson’s side, I slid my mouth back around Crockett, and gripped his erection with both hands, twisting as I pulled and lashed my tongue underneath.

Andrews’ rhythmic fucking soon became faster and more urgent. His thrusts came harder and quicker. The long, languid strokes turned into short, hungry, grinding pushes. He gripped hard on my hips, pulled almost all the way out and then slammed all the way in, immediately rearing back his head and roaring out his cum as soon as his balls slapped against the skin of mine. Holding me tight to him, I felt his ejaculation fill me and gush out, down my leg. His grinding didn’t stop until well after he did; when he finally pulled out and went to join Franks, who was now collapsed in a heap on the ground, he was almost fully flaccid.

Wordlessly, Miller put a hand on the small of my back and filled Andrews’ void in my gaping ass. He crammed his surprisingly large cock into me in one giant thrust, stretching me further and slapping his flesh against mine in a delicious smack. Crockett prodded his cock into my mouth with a heightened ferocity that he’d taken since he was left alone with my face. Holding the back of my head between his hands, he drove in deep, the head of his dick hitting the back of my throat and gagging me a little. God, did I love it though. The feeling of being fucked on both ends by these huge men was just incredible. Miller reached underneath me and began to stroke me off in time with the vicious thrusting he was enjoying behind me.

“Miller,” A voice boomed out from the edge of the mist. Samson spoke. “My turn. I want some.” While he was talking, I realized that I had never actually heard this giant speak before. He was huge. At least six and a half feet tall, covered in firm, bulging muscle, he was something you just had to see. Especially completely nude, bathed in the moonlight. His arcing, rock-solid cock was obviously ready for something. “We’re taking him together.”

My heart jumped to my throat. Together?
Together?
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I looked over to where Samson had been, but now it was only Bolton standing there, legs shrouded in mist, stroking his cock while he watched.

Miller pulled out slowly, lingering as he ridge of his cock strained my ring, and then moved aside. Samson plucked my used body off the ground as though I weighed next to nothing, and hooked his arms under my legs. Miller guided him into me, and as I stretched again over an even bigger cock than Miller’s, nearly orgasmic pain shot through me. The pain turned to hard, sex-hungry groans when he drilled in and I felt the heat of Samson’s smooth, shaved ballsack against my cheek. “Now you,” he said, indicating Miller. As the smaller man slid into position opposite Samson, I looked over in Bolton’s direction and noticed that Crockett had joined him, but was sucking the leader off. Bolton had one hand around his own cock and one tangled in Crockett’s hair, dictating the pace of the suck job. He was staring though, directly at me. His face had softened a little, and I thought I could see the hint of a smile creeping across his lips.

Samson hoisted me back up, sliding his pole halfway out and then slamming back in. On the third stroke, Miller joined him. The pair of cocks inside me felt like they were going to split me in two. Slowly, agonizingly, Samson dropped my weight onto the monstrous dicks. By the time they were both filling my asshole, the pain had, once again, turned into the most lustful, debauched pleasure I had ever experienced. Stretched over these two huge, delicious men, I realized there was no going back from here.

I pushed up on Samson’s arms and slammed myself down hard on the two soldiers.

Yelping out loud, I did it again – up, then down.

The third vicious plunge was all I could handle. As the two wolves forced me up and down their cocks, I groaned hard and shot a stream of cum onto Samson’s chest. He drew Miller closer to him, crushing me between their muscular bodies and fucking me faster and harder. Samson’s face was ecstatic. His eyes were rolled back in his head and his jaw was hanging open as though every muscle in his body was consciously relaxing as his orgasm built. When it hit, he and Miller exploded inside me at exactly the same time. Samson clutched me to his chest, grinding the full length of his cock inside me and against Miller’s. He let out a series of quick, hard grunts and then hissed contented air out between his teeth as their gushes filled me up. He held me for quite some time, breathing hard and then he and Miller went to join the other exhausted soldiers, leaving me prone on the ground.

Bolton, his cock straining, and ready to burst, dragged Franks to where I lay exhausted. Somehow, as rung out and used up as I was, I wanted more. Rain began to pour as Bolton pushed Franks down on top of me and jerked my half-hard cock. As soon as I stiffened, the leader crammed my tool inside of Franks. He worked me in and out of the hot, tight hole of his subordinate for a few moments before he joined me. The slick, wet sound of Bolton’s cock stroking against the underside of mine inside of Franks set me off. I have no idea how, but only moments after my first orgasm, my breaths came quicker and all of my sore, tired, ragged-out muscles clenched up one more time as I came inside the wolf soldier on top of me.

“Suck me, Doctor Mathis,” Bolton commanded, shoving Franks off and crouching low over my face.
Always so polite
I mused as the leader shoved his rounded cock head into my mouth. I followed orders. I pumped his shaft hard, and lashed him with my tongue while I sucked, popping him in and out of my mouth. It didn’t take long.

Bolton raised his face to the sky and shattered the downpour with a loud, piercing howl. He clutched my head to his cock and surged forward, his cum so hard and so heavy that it filled my mouth and gushed out before I could swallow it all, but oh God how I wanted to suck him dry. He bucked and thrust into my face and I milked him hard from the base of his prick to the tip, making sure every drop was out before I pulled back and plopped his heavy, softening dick out of my mouth.

Bolton collapsed, like the rest of them had, in a heap. A few moments later, his eyes fluttered open as though he was coming out of a daze. “Now,” he said, his breath ragged and labored. “Now you know what we are. The same thing happened to me about three years ago, and then I turned them,” he said, glancing over me to the pile of exhausted werewolves. “Exact same thing, taken hostage, rescued, and fucked.”

I couldn’t speak. Every muscle in my body was beyond useless. I just looked at him and squinted against the rain.

“Exactly the same,” he repeated. “Welcome to the pack, Doctor Mathis.”

Two – Vampire Invasion

I had acclimated well to the Wolves. Everyone started to open up after I was turned, which made the whole transition easier on me. I’m not going to pretend like I was especially happy about what happened, but I guess I understood why Bolton needed me. For years, they’d been out here in the jungle, continuing to do black-ops strikes for the U.S. Army under the guise of a “contracting company” without a medic. Times were tough, especially when you didn’t exist. I mean, the United States government hiring mercenaries to run stings in remote parts of the world, okay fine. That’s not too hard to believe. But
werewolf
mercenaries? I’m one of them, and it still sounds ludicrous.

Anyway, questions of sanity aside, we were doing important work out here. In the couple of months I’d been with the pack, we had blown up a cartel compound, rescued a small group of missionaries kidnapped by the same bunch of assholes that grabbed me, and had even tracked down a kingpin. It was a rush. The transformation made me stronger and faster than I’d ever been and I found that with the rudimentary training that Bolton and his crew furnished, I was getting good. Even with all the new muscles, I’m still the smallest one out here, but that has advantages. I can move silently through the jungle, get close and observe. As long as I’m being honest, aside from stitches and snake-bite first aid, that’s all I’m good for. I just can’t get the hang of hand-to-hand fighting. Everyone’s gotta be good at something, right?

Anyway, there had been a long period of nothing much to do. We spent a lot of time playing cards and fooling around, which was great fun, but we were getting restless. One night, or early morning, really, Bolton got the call.

“Mathis. Wake up.” Bolton’s voice broke my sleep as he shook me. “Wake up!” He was whispering, but it was one of
those
whispers that is very loud, but only if you’re an inch away. “Now!” He started dragging me out of the bunk before I fully came to and shook myself awake.

“What? What’s going on? Is something wrong?”

“We have orders. You and I are going to go deep under cover for a day or so. Come out here and I’ll explain. The others don’t need to know.”

I followed him into the courtyard of our small camp compound, still rubbing sleep grit from my eyes. “What’s the deal? What’s up?” Good thing about mercenary groups is that you don’t have to be particularly formal.

“I just got a call on the shortwave. Looks like we have a mission, but this one is... different.”

It was all I could do to listen. Bolton was shirtless, like he usually is, and as he told me about the orders, the jungle world around us lit up in that slow, ponderous way that jungles do. I stared, eyes scaling up and down his hard, muscular body. I wanted him to throw me on the ground and fuck my brains out, but I had a feeling this was a “business” day.

“And that’s when they found the vamps.” He said flatly.

I nodded. “You... you just said vampires. There’s no way you’re serious.”

“Do I look like a clown? You’re a werewolf, Mathis. It’s probably time to start re-evaluating your stance on some things.” He grinned about a quarter of a smirk, obviously enjoying his own wit. Before he actually laughed though, he got on with the briefing. “Right, anyway, we are to infiltrate the group and figure out why they’re here. What they’re doing. I’ll be blunt. We’re going to be in a lot of danger and if they find out what we are, they might kill us. Killing a wolf is kind of a trophy for them. Plan is, we’re going to wander into their filthy little camp and act lost. They will, of course, take us hostage and use us sexually. We don’t have to hang around long, just until we figure out what the hell a bunch of vamps is doing in the middle of the jungle. I have suspicions, but those aren’t worth much. As always, you can refuse if you want. I trust you though, and I
know
you aren’t opposed to mixing a little pleasure with business. What do you say?”

“Fuck it. Let’s rock and roll.”

***

F
inding the camp was no problem. These guys were disgusting. Smoke poured out of some kind of incinerator in the center of a ring of rough-looking tents. God knows what they were burning, but whatever it was produced the thickest, sootiest smoke I’ve ever seen. Bolton clenched his jaw and stared through the trees. “Remember. We’re lost hikers. Don’t do anything stupid or brave. Follow my lead. Got it?” I nodded.

Affecting the most bizarre accent I’ve ever heard, Bolton stumbled out into the open and could probably have taken home an academy award. “Oh whoa man, this is, like, craaaaazy! Lookit here! I thought this place was supposed to be empty and here’s a camp. Bro, want to see if whoever is here wants to party?”

I hadn’t been flabbergasted in the past couple of days, so I guess it was about time. Flabbergasted, I stared at him with a slacked jaw. Somehow, I managed to just go with it. “Uh... yeah! We been out here so long I donno what day it is anymore. Maybe these dudes can help us!”

“What on Earth do we have here?” a detached, too-calm voice behind us said.

Bolton approached him with a good-natured grin on his face. “Oh hey man! Say you’re quiet. I di’int even know you were back there! Awesome! Anyway who are you guys?” More of them had started to stir by now, eight or ten at least. The way these creatures fumbled around might have been their reaction to day-light, or it could have been that they just weren’t used to the jungle. Either way, they stuck out like, well, vampires in a jungle.

“We work for the government,” said the pallid man near Bolton. He must have been the leader. “We’re forestry contractors. We clean up messes that tourists like you leave behind.” He turned, indicating the incinerator. Beside it, a flag I didn’t recognize flew on a short pole. It wasn’t a cartel emblem, I knew that much. I remembered a few of the Wolves talking about a Communist anti-government militia that formed up after a recent coup. Must be what it was.

Bolton shot me a look, and out of the corner of my lupine vision, I sensed motion. One of them approached with a sack and dropped it over my head, pulling the cinch-cord tight around my throat. I heard a struggle and then Bolton grunting from a blow. I was next: a fist in the gut followed by a crack to my temple.

I came to a few seconds later and realized that I’d been stripped naked. “Tie them up.” Same voice, the only one of them I’d heard so far. “Get them ready. I’ve needed this for a while. Now! What are you waiting for?” Shortly, I was hoisted up into the air and thrown into some kind of wheel barrow. We were dropped unceremoniously on a dirt floor, bound foot-to-foot by a thick length of rope around a heavy pole. Satisfied we weren’t going anywhere the brute that tied us up removed the hoods and laughed at us as he turned to leave.