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not give in to the lust. She felt so in tune to each of them as she

glanced around the small space of the vehicle.

Donny’s large hand caressed her knee then up her thigh to her hip.

She half reprimanded herself for her choice of clothing today then

thanked her choice of the skirt as his skin made contact with her skin.

A warm sensation began to filter through her blood. She was suddenly

intently aware of Donny.

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He was huge compared to her. If he wanted he could lift her up

with one arm and make her lean on him. But he didn’t have to. She

felt the need to be close to him. The need to be close to all of them.

She swallowed hard then slowly turned toward Donny. She wanted to

feel his arms around her to hold her close and make her feel the way

Dustin had last night.

She must have moved too slowly because an instant later she was

on his lap, straddling his hips. She grabbed on to his shoulders for support. But she knew he wouldn’t let her fall and that he would

never hurt her. She knew it with all her being.

The material of her skirt pressed tightly against her thighs, and she

had to lift it higher to ease the pain. The shield of material between her pussy and his cock stirred a need in her. She attempted to ignore

the tiny vibrations by staying in one position. She pressed her head and chest against Donny’s shoulder. Even the feel of solid muscle

under her cheek made her cunt weep. She hoped he couldn’t sense it.

That he wouldn’t know how attracted she was to him. Donny rubbed

her back, her neck, and her hair with one hand while he caressed her

thigh with the other. The sensations grew stronger.

She heard his heart beat against her ear and felt herself relax in his embrace. The beat was soothing and was helping her to stop

imagining his cock inside of her, appeasing the new ache she had. She

could get used to this feeling of contentedness. His strong, solid arms made her feel protected. The fact that her arm was no longer against

the leather seat made the throbbing and burning sensation in her arm

stop. Now if only she could control the increasing ache in her pussy,

then she could survive this car ride. She tried to adjust her position to relieve some of the discomfort but it only seemed to increase her

need. Even her nipples hardened and her breathing grew rapid. She

inhaled, attempting to compose herself, but the scent of Donny’s skin

caused her to cuddle closer. There was no denying the sex appeal that

surrounded her. With each caress of Donny’s hand she felt herself

give in to the warmth and admit she was attracted to him. The

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problem was that Sam felt this way about all five of the brothers. It’s why she stayed away from them as long as she had.

Sam felt Donny’s hand move up her thigh then back over across

her lower back and to her ass. He paused a moment and the need to

press against his palm so he would touch her harder was excruciating.

He gave her cheek a little squeeze, and she adjusted her legs. His

fingers pressed against the material of her skirt, and she could

practically feel the heat against the skin on her rear. A moment later he caressed her head then gently pulled back on the thick strands so

she was forced to look at him.

His eyes were deep green with specks of black and gold. His jaw

was firm, and although his lips weren’t parted, she could tell that his teeth were clenched. She noticed the small vibration along his

jawline. He was upset, and knowing that, she felt her belly quiver.

She knew he was upset about the swelling on her cheek and eye.

They all were. It seemed like every time he looked at her he zeroed in on it and was outraged.

But he just held her gaze while he held her head firmly with one

hand. She couldn’t turn away. She couldn’t move if she wanted to.

Donny was in complete control. That realization didn’t scare her.

Instead, it made the burning feeling inside her grow stronger.

“You scared the hell out of us today.” He gave her hair a little tug

as his lips moved closer to her own.

“I’m pissed off, I’m jealous, I’m so fucking hard right now with

you sitting here on my lap I can’t hold back anymore.” He shook his

head, and she wasn’t sure what he would say or do next, all she knew

was that her pussy burned and dripped with desire from his words,

and as if everyone in the vehicle could smell her scent, the

atmosphere immediately changed.

They were watching her, and she panicked, and as if on cue,

Donny covered her mouth with his own. He kissed her deeply while

he held her hair and caressed her backside. It was a wild and

passionate kiss but only a tease to what he was capable of. She knew

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that. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind. She lifted her hips to try and challenge his kiss with some aggression of her own, and Donny took

the opportunity to lift her skirt to her waist and find her thong panties.

His mouth moved from her mouth to her neck as he nipped and

sucked along every inch. Her flesh oversensitive to his mouth, she

moaned. Unconsciously, she moved up and down, riding his lap. The

sound of her panties being ripped from her body then his fingers

pressing into her folds made her moan out loud.

She felt the motion of the SUV as Dustin sped up. Every bump on

the road added to this erotic moment. She knew the others heard and

joined in the sexual electricity between herself and Donny. But she

realized that it wasn’t just the two of them in this, it was all of them.

He pressed another digit up and into cunt. His digits felt long and

thick, and she could only imagine what his cock would feel like. She

grabbed his shoulders and pressed her mouth against his neck while

he gained better access to her body. Without realizing it and while

caught in the moment, she began to ride his fingers, trying to ease the itch building inside of her. She met his fingers thrust for thrust. When Kyle reached for her tank top and pulled it from her body then latched on to her lace-covered breast, she lost it. She came all over Donny’s

fingers, and the sloshing sound echoed through the SUV’s interior.

Kyle lifted her hips as Donny unzipped his pants and pulled them

down and off of him. It was as if they knew what the other one was

thinking without having to speak. She was fascinated, but then her

attention went back to Donny and his very large cock.

It was a blessing that they were in the SUV. The spaciousness

allowed Kyle to move about despite his large size. Kyle kissed her

shoulder then her breast before he lifted her to place her back onto Donny’s lap. She moaned from the sensations as his hard cock

collided with her wet folds. He wasn’t even inside of her yet. The

added feel of multiple hands touching her and having their way with

her brought her closer to orgasm. When she locked gazes with Donny

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right before she slowly took him inside of her Sam knew she would

never be the same.

His green eyes locked with hers. She felt sexy and wanton as her

lips parted, her pussy throbbed with anticipation. She wanted Donny

all the way in. The bulb of his cock inched its way into her pussy little by little. She felt as if she could die from the anticipation. Then there was that feral look in his eyes. The intensity of their connection did not go unnoticed. When he lifted her hips and held her still, she nearly yelled for him to fuck her. The profanity echoed in her head but never reached her lips. She could never be so brazen to say such a thing

with the others watching. But this was torture. He leaned forward and

gave her nipple a quick lick before he lowered her fully onto his shaft.

It felt like heaven as her vaginal muscles adjusted to his girth

while Kyle joined in and played with her breast.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Sam.” Donny growled as he plunged

up into her. He held her hips, and she tried to meet him thrust for

thrust. She didn’t care about her arm or the audience. She was wild

with need. Her knees pressed into the leather seats, and the muscles in her thighs burned as she lifted up and down, trying to ride Donny and

scratch the relentless itch. When he slid lower on the seat, her knees lifted, reminding her just how big of a man Donny was. She lost

control, and he took over.

Donny began a wild and fast upward thrust into her. She could

feel his hands gripping tightly against her hip bones. He was on a

mission filled with endurance and lust that all she could do was hold

on.

Her breasts bobbed up and down, her breath caught in her throat

as she moaned from the deep penetration and effect on her body.

He slapped a hand to her ass cheek as he pumped one more time

up and into her then bit gently against her neck. They both moaned

their releases, and she kissed him long and deep until they needed to

part to catch their breath. Sam remained lying against Donny’s chest

with his cock deep inside of her for the remainder of the ride.

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She kissed his salty skin against his neck and shoulder while he

caressed her backside, leaving an imaginary imprint. She felt the

bond, a connection between them, and she knew deep inside that he

would always have a part of her.

It didn’t matter that the others watched them. The thought aroused

her, and she was surprised with the reaction. They would want to fuck

her, too, and she was beginning to accept that scenario.

She caressed Donny’s muscles with her hand, traced her

fingernails softly over the definition of his muscles, and it caused his cock to stir inside of her.

* * * *

Donny caressed Sam’s hair with his hand, loving the feel of

thickness between his fingers as he inhaled her scent. Her toned

thighs pressed against his thighs. She was so damn sexy. His brothers

added their comments about her body. The way her ass looked so

smooth to touch. He took advantage and caressed the cheeks with

both hands. Low growls filtered through the interior.

They were almost home. He felt his brothers’ need grow nearly

out of control. He relished in his one-on-one time with Sam. His wolf

was now at rest that Sam was safe and part of him, as she should be.

As the SUV came to an abrupt stop he heard the doors open, and

he lifted Sam, pulling from her body in the process. She held on to

him, nuzzled her face and neck against the dip in his shoulder as he

carried her inside the house. The feel of her in his arms, her dripping pussy encasing his cock and ready for more lovemaking, stirred his

desire, but he knew his brothers waited not so patiently. He kissed her breathless then willingly allowed Kyle to take her.

* * * *

Kyle took Sam into his arms and squeezed her to him.

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“You scared me, baby. I’m going to take such good care of you,”

he whispered then kissed her lips. Kyle was compassionate and in

tune to emotions. He was always looking out for her, reading her

body language, and over the past year he had learned about her

personality. She grabbed hold of him, needing his strength. The

comfort of his solid chest collided with her breasts, and

simultaneously, they rubbed against his pectoral muscles.

“My tank top,” she whispered. Her cheeks reddened. Was she

actually blushing? Both man and wolf loved the idea.

“You won’t be needing it,” Kyle replied.

They walked through a large garage, and she realized that they

were at their house, not her own, but she was too content to move.

* * * *

Kyle kissed her lips softly at first while he carried her inside the

front entranceway.

She heard the others following suit, their black combat boots

squeaked against the hardwood floor, but her focus was now on Kyle.

His kiss became more intense, as well as his intentions. He pulled

from her lips then slowly lowered her feet to the hardwood floors

below. He cupped her breasts and held her gaze before dipping his

head to suckle a breast.

She lost her balance from the onslaught of desire and anticipation

running through her body and in the process stepped backward,

hitting the wall behind her.

The feel of his hands against her waist and his thumbs caressing

over her abs made her feel desirable and sexy. His mouth made her

hot and needy.

Kyle licked and suckled as he undid the button and zipper to her

skirt. He pulled it down her legs and inhaled as if he could smell her released desire for him.

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The feel of his strong hands as he grabbed hold of her hips,

massaged her thighs, then lifted one up and over his shoulder made

her take a deep breath and reach a hand back to the wall behind her

for support. She was caught off guard at his brazenness although she

shouldn’t be. They were more than men, they were Alpha males.

His long, thick fingers inched their way to her folds while he

nibbled along the inside of her thigh and groin. She wiggled with