Page 18 of Claimed By the Feral Wolves

Cayson’s hands move from stroking my arms to stroking my sides, sending goosebumps racing across my flesh when his fingers stroke the sides of my breasts. Tension grows inside my body until I feel like I’m going to scream, but I don’t know why. Then Ezra reaches forward and strokes my nipples really gently, slowly, completely unhurried, before he plucks my nipples, making me gasp. My nipples harden as he squeezes and playswith them, and then Cayson is cupping the weight of my breasts in his hands.

My head falls back, and Cayson’s gaze meets mine. His head lowers and captures my lips, and then I’m being kissed like I’ve never been kissed in my life. His mouth is firm and soft all at the same time, and when I part my lips to draw in a deep breath, his tongue delves inside.

I’m breathing hard. My breasts are being played with by both men. Cayson’s expert tongue is doing things to my mouth that has me feeling hot and bothered. I’m embarrassed when I realize that I’m actually wet. Soaking the little pair of panties that I’m still wearing.

Cayson breaks our kiss, breathing hard, his eyes dark. “Is this okay? Do you like what we’re doing?”

Not sure I can speak, I just nod.

“What if we wanted to go further? Would you be okay with that?” Ezra asks, and there’s no pressure in his voice, just need.

Would I be okay with that?After The Selection, I’ll be going home to my cold, lonely cabin. Being with these two men might be my only chance to be with a man. My only chance at having someone make love to me.And who better could I choose for something like that than two men I trust and care about? Two men I know would never hurt me.

“Let’s keep going,” I manage.

They lay me back in the middle of the bed. I have one second to consider what might happen next before they sandwich me between them. Each man takes one of my breasts, and then starts sucking. And, oh my gods, it feels so good. Like being lit on fire with pleasure. My eyes roll back in my head, and I just lose myself in the incredible feeling. Their sucking is soft sometimes, hard other times, and sometimes they use their teeth gently to make my nerves scream with pleasure. I twist and turn between them, feeling lost to the sensations.

I don’t know how long we lay like that before Ezra breaks free from my breast. One of his hands slides down my stomach. His fingers reach the elastic of my white silk underwear, and he hesitates. “What if I were to touch you here?”

He wants to touch me where I’m so hot and so wet?I’m embarrassed just thinking about it, but I also feel like I’m dying to be touched there. To feel some relief.

“Yes,” I whisper.

His hand slides further into my underwear. One of his fingers caresses my entrance before he gently parts me. The instant his fingers brush my wet core I tense, my body sizzling with need.

“Is that okay?” Ezra asks, his voice husky.

“Yes,” I tell him again.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re so damn wet.”

I start to close my legs. “Is that… is that a bad thing?”

Ezra chuckles low in his throat. “It’s an amazing thing. It means we’re turning you on. It means your body is getting ready to have us inside you.”

I didn’t know that. Any of that. But I relax, knowing this is normal. Knowing that… he’s happy about it.

Cayson breaks his lips from my breast, but continues to touch my nipples. “And you smell so good, Faye. You have no idea. Getting you aroused has got to be the best thing I’ve ever scented in my life.”

My cheeks heat, and Cayson’s hand trails downward until they’re both touching me. Lighting my body on fire. Making me so wet that I’m sure I’m soaking the blankets, but they don’t seem to care.

Ezra lifts his hand to his mouth and licks his fingers, then groans.

I stare, a blush heating my cheeks.

He catches my gaze, and says, “You just taste so damn good,” before bringing his fingers back to my core and stroking me once more.

After a few minutes of me lying back, overwhelmed with need, Cayson draws my underwear off and pushes my legs further apart, then Cayson asks, “Can we lick you? I’m fuckingdyingto taste you.”

My heart races. I’m not sure what to expect, but I’ve liked everything else they’ve been doing, so I’m sure I’ll like this too. “Okay.”

His words turn me on, and Ezra moves his fingers with a sudden quickness.

Moaning, I feel my body throb.

“Fuck,” Cayson moans, “you made her gush.”

“Gush?” I ask, breathing hard.

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