Page 158 of Her Wolf

But it didn’t matter. She knew her men so intimately that she never had to guess who was touching her, kissing her, fucking her.

Bailey caught her ear with his teeth, sighing deeply as he ran a hand over her breast.

From the other side, she heard ropes whisking against each other.

They’d taken a liking to tying her up of late, having her wholly at their mercy.

She loved it, but…

“Lars?”

All three the men froze, Finn with a hand up her skirt and Bailey still squeezing her breast.

“Not tonight,” she said, feeling in the darkness for his hand and giving him a squeeze.

“Is everything okay?” Bailey asked, his voice a low murmur by her ear. “You feeling all right?”

“I’m fine,” she said, pecking his cheek.

“So, really no ropes?” Lars asked, sounding dumbfounded.

“What happens when you start ordering us around?” Finn asked, his hand creeping between her legs. He stroked her through her underwear, long and hard, making her moan and arch her back. “Can we punish you?”

“No,” she said. “And I won’t. I’ll be good. I promise.”

“We don’t like it when you’re good,” Lars said, easing himself down beside her. He trailed fingertips over one breast, then the other. She turned her head, found his mouth, and kissed him. He made a surprised sound, and softly caressed her breast as their kiss deepened even more.

Finn began stroking her again, sliding his body between her legs and easing them open. Bailey pulled down first one strap of her dress, then the other, and shimmied the fabric down to her belly. She hoisted up her hips, and the dress disappeared down her legs, Finn twisting away before his warmth encapsulated her again.

“I thought you liked being bad,” Lars said, sounding sulky.

Finn caught the hem of her underwear with his teeth, pulling it away before letting it snap back over her skin. She moaned, squirming, and tried to turn her attention back to Lars.

“I do,” she said, a touch anxiously as Bailey rained kisses down her collarbone. “But…I want tonight to be special. It’s Christmas Eve.”

“You want me to put on reindeer horns? What about a Santa hat?” Lars nibbled at her shoulder as he began kneading her breast with his long, agile fingers. “Ho, ho, ho.”

“Lars!” Cora said, trying to pinch him. He ducked his arm away, trapped her fingers, and guided them down to his cock.

He was hard for her.

They all were.

Bailey’s erection pressed against her thigh as he moved closer to catch a nipple in his mouth. Finn lifted his hips, dragging his cock over her underwear. They were all already naked; except for that triangle of fabric that kept her shielded.

“I mean, I’ll be the first to admit it’s a little weird you have this strange reindeer fetish all of a sudden, but I guess it might be kinky. Should I wear a tail, too? I think they make butt plugs like that these days. Could be kinda freaky, don’t you—?”

She kissed him again, if only so she’d stop laughing. Lars responded by grinding his mouth against hers, and urging her hand harder around his cock. She began stroking him just how he liked it, and he groaned against her mouth.

Bailey’s mouth worked its way down to her belly button, then her pubic bone. He grabbed the edge of her underwear and tugged it down, trying to reach her already wet entrance with his fingers.

Finn made an irritated sound, grabbed the thin piece of fabric in both hands, and tore it off her.

She shuddered. “Fuck, I love it when you do that,” she murmured.

“Good thing you can afford new underwear,” Lars murmured, and she stroked him extra hard for the comment.

He muttered, “Fuck,” and burrowed his head in her hair as he moved his hips in rythym with her strokes.

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