Page 50 of Wild Wolf

The last I saw of Hastings was his reddening cheeks as around twenty of my cousins and other Oscura clan members descended on him, purring compliments in his ears, reaching out to caress him and cooing over his heroics. I doubted he’d be having a night of dim lighting and quiet love-making tonight, but if he let his inhibitions drop, he might just find himself the centre of a pack orgy dedicated to his pleasure.

I slipped away while they were distracted, catching Ethan’s hand and leading him onto the dance floor, wanting to feel the hard press of his body against mine as I let the music have us.

He had no objections and moved onto the writhing dance floor at my side. I soaked in the bare grass beneath our feet, the moon hanging low in the sky above and the feeling of my clan all gathered around us. One song turned to two, five, ten. I lost count as I moved with my Wolf, my breaths coming heavier, our dancing laced with lust, our hands never leaving one another, the world practically fading around us.

Ethan took my lips with his, the dancing Fae who surrounded us fading out of existence as he sank his tongue into my mouth and moved against me in a way which begged for fewer clothes.

My skin was slick with sweat, my dress riding up as his hands caressed the backs of my thighs and roamed up the bare skin of my spine. I trailed my fingers down his chest in turn, the buttons of his shirt hanging open, exposing lines of hard, inked flesh for my enjoyment.

“I could dance with you forever, love of mine,” he growled in my ear, the rough scratch of his stubble grazing the sensitive skin beneath it.

“But then we’d never get to the real fun,” I teased, my fingertips catching in his waistband and tugging lightly.

He growled, drawing me closer, pushing his leg between my thighs as we danced. I moaned at the rough friction his jeans offered against my clit, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

One of us was going to break at any moment. This tension between us had to explode, the way it was mounting was utterly infuriating. My body ached with need, my nipples hard and pressing through the fabric of my dress, my skirt riding higher with my movements and Ethan’s fingers gliding up the backs of my thighs to encourage it.

His cock was rock hard between us, grinding against me as we danced, the promise of it alone enough to make me sigh his name as sweat made my hair cling to my cheeks. Our panted breaths merged between us, the way we moved together this beautiful sin which I never wanted to stop committing.

My lips fell to his neck, teeth raking across his skin, the taste of salt and freedom clinging to him and making me inhale breathily.

I gasped as rough fingers skimmed down my spine, turning my head to find Roary at my back, a darkness in his expression which made me blink in surprise.

“Roar?” I questioned while Ethan dropped his mouth to my throat and began to paint a line of kisses down to my collarbone.

“Sharing isn’t coming as naturally as it used to, little pup,” he growled, his hand curling in my hair as he wrapped it around his fist.

Ethan’s head rose just as he reached the top of my dress, his lips barely skimming the rise of my breast and I groaned in frustration as my peaked nipple ached with longing for him to finish that descent.

“You just need practice,” I told Roary, tipping my head back so that I could claim his mouth with mine.

Ethan gripped my waist, holding me in place with his leg still firmly between my thighs.

“Let’s go somewhere a little more private,” Roary growled, taking hold of my wrist and tugging.

I kept hold of Ethan as I followed obediently, my body aching with want, desire rioting in every inch of my flesh.

Roary knew this house almost as well as I did and he led us straight through a side door before tugging me up the back stairs. He hesitated at the top, clearly uncertain which was my room, and I kissed him hard before breaking free of both of them and running ahead to the door at the furthest end of the house which opened onto the stairs to my attic room.

Roary slammed into me as I stepped into the room, launching us across the open space to the bed and hurling me down onto it beneath him, his mouth on mine before I fully took in what he’d done. It was so strange to have him move like that, to feel the rake of fangs against my bottom lip while kissing him and yet it didn’t feel like some alien element. It was still him. My Roar.

He shoved my dress up, fingers hooking in the edge of my panties and dragging them down my thighs slowly.

He reared over me, his eyes between my legs as I parted them for him, Ethan moving to stand at his back and enjoy the view too.

Roary took my ankle in his hand, tugging my shoe off as he dragged my panties over my foot before repeating the process on the other leg.

He dropped to his knees by the foot of the bed and Ethan sank down beside him. Even the thought of what they were planning had me moaning and as they moved closer together, hooking my ankles over each of their shoulders. I couldn’t help but whimper in anticipation.

Ethan’s mouth met with the skin on the inside of my left knee and Roary echoed his movements on my right. I reached out to push my fingers into their hair, encouraging them closer while they worked their way down, Ethan murmuring praises about the way I looked between kisses, lamenting how much he was aching for a taste of me.

I growled as they took their time working down the insides of my thighs, my hips bucking against the mattress, heels digging into their spines.

When their mouths finally met at my core, I cursed, the soft caress of my fingers in their hair turning to a rough grip.

I rolled my hips as their tongues met, one gliding over my clit, the other ducking lower, circling my opening.

I lost track of who was doing what as my head fell back against the sheets and I simply surrendered to the ruin of their mouths on me, panting their names into the dim light of my room.

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