Page 2 of Cursed Wolf

My cry is closer to a howl. Crius is at my side, his mouth making its way to my breasts, while my gaze is locked on Nikos and Stone, hurrying toward the village. I can’t even think about the danger we’re in or how to get out of being in heat, but when they look back at me, an ache burrows through me that they aren’t by my side, but I get it. They need to protect us for now.

Especially when I’m close to exploding if someone doesn’t fuck me soon. I spear my hands through Ragnar’s deep brown hair. He’s barely putting a dent in the fire consuming me. Fisting his hair, I push his head back.

“Please,” I beg. “I need you both inside me. I can’t stand it any longer.”

Ragnar’s on his feet, licking his glistening lips, his eyes on me like a predatory wolf. He and Crius exchange a knowing look and strip in seconds.

Two large cocks point in my direction, I’m literally salivating. I normally would hunger for them, but this is different. It’s a raw desire that tightens around me the longer they keep away from me, as if we’re magnets meant to be locked together. Any distance causes me unbearable pain, as though someone has my chest cavity open and is holding my heart away from my body…and I need it back.

The men are mine, and I need them just as much.

“I can’t wait,” I repeat and throw myself at Ragnar. My hands cling to his shoulders as I climb him, my legs curling around his hips. His hands grasp my ass and lift me with ease.

“Narah,” Grabbing me, he lifts me against him.

Feeling the hardness of Crius’ cock against my ass, I’m sandwiched between their steaming chests. They are fire beneath my touch while I’m the lava in our volcano about to explode.

“We have you,” Crius purrs in my ear as his cock slides across my ass crack, over the slick that has me completely soaked. “You’re so ready for me,” he adds, his finger pushing into my ass.

I stiffen as my desire billows.

Ragnar’s tense as he holds me tightly to him, his cock slipping into my pussy.

“That’s it, please… more,” I plead.

Crius takes the cue and replaces his finger with his dick.

I’m way beyond breaking point, and my breath is catching in my throat as both men fill me with their huge cocks. It’s primal, a savage hunger that needs fulfilling.

My wolf whines for the connection, and I can’t help but think how horrible it would have been if the heat had come over me near my ex-fated mate. The thought of Martell gives me jitters, and I curse myself for even letting his name enter my mind while two men I adore are fucking me.

They push all the way in a bit too roughly, distracting me, but I’m not going anywhere. I’m pinned between these gorgeous men who fill me, stretch me, and slide their hands all over my body.

“Are you okay?” Ragnar asks as Crius whispers in my ear, “You’re so tight. I love the way your ass sucks down on me.”

“Take away the hurt, please.”

“Yes, yes,” my alpha growls, his eyes heavy as he stares into mine, rocking his hips into me and back out. Crius picks up the rhythm, and the friction of their rubbing ignites a fire.

“You’re so wet,” he purrs.

My breath hitches as I bounce up and down on two cocks, my breasts jiggling. I love the way they stare at my body, the slapping sounds we create, and how I’m completely at their mercy. Euphoria stretches within me, my moan shuddering as they plow deeper. Gasping for breath, I cry out for more.

I’ve never felt so high, so sensitive to every touch, or so horny.

“Ragnar, Crius…” The rest of my words came out in a long. It felt so good to have them grinding their dicks inside me, their balls slapping against me.

“That’s it, take it like the good girl you are,” Ragnar groans.

Moving faster, I love how we’re in tune with one another. I grow tenser, knowing what’s coming.

“I’m close.”

“I know,” Ragnar confirms, as though he’s in my mind. His lips graze mine before he claims my mouth with unbelievable passion. He’s a man who loves to dominate, and that’s how he kisses—as if he owns me. His tongue pushes between my lips, and wrangles with my own, both of us finding the same beat as they fuck me.

Crius has his mouth on my neck, sucking, demanding more.

My senses are reeling, my body humming between them and squirming with the building pressure.

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