Page 23 of Connected

Digby thrusts at her harder from behind. With her senses being teased from all directions, she cries out. “Oh yeah…” she gasps, hardly able to catch a breath, she begs for Zak to touch her.

Immediately he obliges and caressing her body, his hand rubs at her clit as she wantonly thrusts it towards him.

Digby grabs her hips and holding them tighter to keep her still as he thrusts, grinding deeper, making her whimper in delighted excitement—torn as to which of the pleasures she wants the most.

Pushing against the firmness of Digby’s cock while licking her tongue down Zak’s chest. She teases small circles over his abs, down his stomach, towards his groin before wrapping her mouth around—his more than average-sized—cock. Sucking Zak deep into her throat.

Digby continues to thrust from behind and he growls—a loud roar from inside his chest—it’s not a threatening sound but more to give consent, showing he approves of her pleasuring his best friend. His hand fists at her dirty wet hair then tugging her head back, he watches her tease Zak’s cock with her tongue; him thrusting it tauntingly against her lips as he begs for her to take him again.

She obliges and licking a circle around the shaft, she plunges her mouth onto it making him groan loudly.

Zak smoothes his hand gently down her back as he and Digby stare at each other. A satisfied smile fills the face of both men as they continue to enjoy pleasuring themselves with the woman they love and care so much about. The connection of feelings between the three of them is so intense, and there’s such an incredible power to it.

Both men are ready to finish and Digby waits impatiently for Kat to work Zak’s dick until his warm liquid fills her mouth, and she drinks him down. Seeing the ecstasy etched on Zak’s face tips Digby over the edge and he fills her pussy with his own creamy seed.

“Mmm… baby, I missed you so much.” He whimpers against her ear and Kat grins.

Standing up, the intense feelings make her light-headed and she steadies herself—resting her head on Zak’s chest. He kisses her mouth while Digby drops light gentle touches with his lips on her shoulders. The one place he’s desperate to kiss—the mark he made when they bonded—he can’t. It’s guarded against his touch by the metal collar that’s been forced around her neck.

Growling in anger, his thoughts return to Alvarez and the pain he’s going to inflict when they find him.

Pushing the shifter from his mind, Digby strokes a hand down Kat’s back and over the curve of her hip. He grins as his lips follow the same path down her warm, naked body. Kissing in random patterns over her shoulders and along her spine, Zak mirrors his moves down her chest. His mouth settling at her breast, he sucks—pulling and teasing her nipples with his lips—making them peak.

Kat gasps, panting and closes her eyes in anticipation of the enjoyment she’s about to receive. The two strong men she cares so much for, both willing and ready to please all her desires—she can’t wait, and clutching her fingers in Zak’s hair, she holds him forced against her breast. His mouth, filled with her plump flesh, bites and nips her skin while she squeals and writhes with delight.

“Lay down,” Digby whispers against her ear.

She obeys by laying her naked body in the soft damp soil at his feet. Digby immediately kneels beside her. Placing his lips to hers, he kisses her passionately while Zak drops gentle butterfly kisses up her leg and along her inner thigh.

“Oh…” she trembles as Zak teases her legs wider apart and lifts her hips. His tongue then dips with a flicker into the wet warmth of her pussy. Teasing her with two fingers working her insides, he curls them against her G-spot. She arches her back and moans with delight as Digby’s mouth switches from her lips to her breasts. Teasing her nipples until they peak into hard little beads that he licks as if they were sugared candy, he pulls and tugs them with his teeth. He won’t relent as she bucks and whines for release.

Trailing a line down her stomach to the waxed smooth between her legs, his fingers tease her clit. A change of position and he dips his head—his tongue touching the little nub of pleasure—while Zak watches.

Kat groans and pants gasping as Digby pleasuring her clit and Zak massages the ‘special’ place on her insides. Fingering her gently—trailing her slick between the cheeks of her ass—the pair push her closer to her orgasm’s peak. Each touch they make on her body makes her writhe and moan—lost in a place of pleasure, she feels like her skin is on fire. She arches her back and finally lets go. A rippling wave of intense pleasure crashes against her flesh and howling loudly, her body explodes in a hot wet-mess of orgasm.

The humid jungle air is filled with the primal, animalistic scents of their sex. Kat gasps over and over—for breath.Fuck…she curses as her body collapses with exhaustion.

All three of them now rest, and in the moonlight’s glow, Digby looks at Zak, and they both grin.

Kat suddenly laughs and opening her eyes wide she looks up at the sky. “You know,” she frowns, “if you pair of assholes even think about doing a high-five right now—Iwillcut both your fuckin’ dicks off and serve them to you for lunch, am I clear?”

They both smile, doing an imaginary high-five in their heads.

Flushed with a red-scarlet color, hot from the lust-filled encounter, Kat takes a deep breath and relaxes against the soft damp of the earth, enjoying the moment. “Mmm… that was so good,” she sighs, determined to ignore the pain in her neck.

Digby comforts her—laying himself next to her on one side as Zak lies on the other. She feels so protected with the two strong, muscular bodies—both men holding her tight.

Wrapped in each other’s arms, all three feel the weight of weariness. The traumatic events of the day and their lovemaking—it all finally takes its toll on them, and it’s not long before they close their eyes and drift into a lust-fueled sleep.

Chapter 8

Kat stirs from her sleep to find the stench of the blood-splattered shirt covering her naked body—a gesture from the boys to give her a small degree of modesty. Digby and Zak are gone from her side and she has no idea of the time.

Taking a deep breath, she stretches as she sits up from where she’s laid on the ground. Her neck and shoulders are painful and the cut at the top of her arm hurts. It’s sore and in need of attention but with no supplies, there’s nothing she can do right now but suffer it

Struggling to pull the dirty blood-covered shirt around her she groans. Putting it on requires more energy than she has and eventually she gives up, sinking back to the ground.

Looking up, the early morning light is beginning to break through the dense jungle canopy and she closes her eyes. Lost deep in thought, she calls quietly to Luna—hearing a faint and distant whimper—she reaches into her mind trying to reconnect with the trapped wolf.

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