Page 15 of Blue Moon Mistress

It’s cruel, but I’m enjoying it too much to gainsay him.

Maybe it’s the fact that we aren’t rutting like the animal he appears to be.

When he leans down, it’s to bite me, and I buck beneath him, pressing myself more firmly to his next stroke.

He laughs, a warm breath over my skin. His tongue flicks over one nipple and then the other.

I drag in a ragged breath. “I thought you were going to let the others have a turn.”

One eye twitching, his grip on me tightens, and then one hand releases, it trails down my abdomen until…

He presses a knuckle to my clit—I’m thankful he’s not tearing at me with the claw—and I forget to scold him.

The pressure builds until I forget where I am.

I forget who I’m with.

All I can think about is getting there.

About reaching that bright white point of pleasure.

I break apart, my scream drown out by a rolling crack of thunder.

The loss of Joshua’s cock is a strange emptiness I can’t remember ever experiencing, but it doesn’t last long. Another cock slides into me, taking his place.

My eyes fly wide, but all I see is a third cock, it brushes over my lips, and I open wide, making him move so that he can press into my throat.

Sex is fun, but I’ve always argued that everything is better when you’re the center of attention, and right now… being the only thing on four werewolf’s minds.

The moan that escapes around that cock sounds almost as though I’m drowning.

I hear Chase laugh, and no longer have to guess who’s precum I taste.

If I had free use of my hands, It’d be more fun for him, but I don’t exactly have the opportunity to ask.

Chase pulls away from me, in the same moment that Johnny takes my leg, turning me on to my stomach. I’m still impaled, and his hand snakes up between my breasts and his fingers find my neck.

Claws around my throat, he pulls me back, holding me up so I don’t slide off of his cock. I see Thomas knock the candles from on top of one of the massive pumpkins, and snatch my cloak off the ground, laying it overtop.

And that is where Johnny places me. Bending me over the enormous gourd, so my ass is fully in the air and both holes are available to him.

When he has me settled, he pulls out of my pussy, his long cock sliding down the slit of my lips and then, he thrusts upward, running the ridge of his head over my ass.

I hadn’t lied to Joshua. I’d come prepared for this despite my initial, excited tensing, I relax, trusting in my preparations. But Johnny doesn’t force his way into my ass.

Not yet.

His invasion is a slow pressure. A reminder that the only animalistic tendencies they have left are those any man could possess.

The lube—and the toy I used earlier no doubt helped—does its job, and when he presses just a little further, it takes nothing at all for him to fill me. A moan of pure pleasure leaves me with my next exhale. And then, there’s a second cock, pressing into me.

Thomas invades my pussy—a matter of deduction based on the other two wolves who have moved closer,

Who knew a pumpkin would be the perfect prop for this.

They piston into me, keeping me perpetually full, but not full enough.

I want all of them inside of me at once.

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