Page 20 of Claimed By the Feral Wolves

My nails cut into his back. My legs rise and wrap around him, and I time the stroking of Cayson’s cock with our thrusts, making it feel like we’re all working together.

In and out he moves. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. My eyes roll back in my head, something akin to a lightning strike rolls through me, and I come completely undone, screaming Ezra’s name, riding him just like he’s riding me. Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced is making me completely lose my mind.

And then I feel hot liquid squirt inside me, and realize he’s come. His scent fills the room. If I thought he smelled good before, it’s nothing to the way he smells now. It’s intoxicating. It makes me want to take his cock in my mouth and taste that sweet scent, but he keeps riding me, letting every drop of his cum slide into me until he finally calms on top of me.

Cayson’s scent hits me then and makes me salivate for him. I realize warmth has spilled down my hand and look to see white liquid dripping over my hand, and Cayson collapsed back, looking satisfied.I made him come too.

“You smell so good I just want to taste you,” I say.

Both men jerk to look at me. I lift my hand off of Cayson’s cock and start licking, loving that his cum tastes just like him. Sweet and salty all at once. They groan, and I watch as Cayson’s cock gets hard once more.

“Move,” Cayson tells Ezra.

Ezra pulls out of me, and I whimper.

Cayson gives me a wicked smile. “Don’t worry, we’re not done yet.”

Ezra rolls to my side and Cayson climbs on top.

“Are you sore?” Cayson asks.

I shake my head.

“Good,” he tells me, his dark eyes full of need. “Because you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. Since the day I met you.”

There’s no hesitation when he plunges into me. No soft caresses or easy touches. He sucks my neck, hard. He bites me multiple times, but not enough to break my skin. Not enough to mark me. Then he begins to slowly move inside of me, almost as if he’s testing my body. Our eyes lock, and he must see something good there, because his look of surprise turns to pleasure, and his speed increases. He begins to fuck me so hard that if I thought I had an understanding of sex a minute ago, I had no idea.

He lifts me off of the bed, and while kneeling in the center of it, fucks me in the air, my legs wrapped around his back. Just when I think I’m going to explode, he flips me onto my stomach and starts to thrust wildly into me all over again.

Ezra moves to my mouth. His erect cock makes it clear what he wants. I spread my lips, and he enters without hesitation. His eyes close as he takes my mouth the way he’d taken my pussy before. His movements are slow at first, then faster and faster until he groans, and his seed spills into my mouth, salty and sweet goodness that leaves me reeling.

He collapses beside me on the bed, but Cayson isn’t done with me yet. My body isn’t done with this night, and these men, just yet.

Grabbing a hold of my hair, Cayson fucks me from behind like a wild animal, until I’m begging for him to finish me. He does, by switching his rhythm and his pace, bringing me to the edge, then kicking me off of it.

Stars explode in front of my vision, and my orgasm radiates through my body in waves. I’m screaming his name, having lost all control, when he comes inside of me. That delicious scent of his fills me. He collapses on top of me, but only for a minute before rolling off of my much smaller body.

They pull me into the middle of them, and I’m shocked by how good I feel. There’s a soul-deep contentment that I don’t think I’ve ever felt before. Their hands are gentle as they touch my body. The warmth of them is so close to me, comforting me.

“So, that’s sex,” I say softly.

Cayson chuckles. “That’s sex, but there’s so much more. More that I’ll be glad to teach you.”

“She’s a quick student,” Ezra says, followed by a chuckle.

I’m proud. I had sex. Sex with two men I trust and like. And they’d been happy with what I’d done.Tomorrow might bring more problems, but for tonight, I’m content.

7

Faye

When I wake up, I’m sandwiched between two warm, great-smelling bodies. I’m completely bathed in a mixture of Cayson’s and Ezra’s scents, and it’s like waking up to the smell of coffee, or a full breakfast. I don’t think I’ve ever imagined something like this before, but I feel like this is a dream come true that I never even knew I had.

It comes to me slowly, but I realize last night was the first time I didn’t have a dream—nightmare, really—about my brother. I slept all night long, dreaming of happy things and feeling safe. It’s strange. I forgot what that was even like.

Feeling one of the bodies stir, I suck in a deep breath, trying to decide what to say and do, as he turns toward me. It’s Cayson. But to my relief, he’s still asleep, as he settles his head in his hands like a little kid. Asleep like this, his face relaxed, he’s more handsome than I’ve ever seen him, looking sweet and gentle instead of hiding behind a cocky mask. I want to reach out and touch him, trace my fingers along the stubble on his chin and cheeks, but I also don’t want to wake him.

There’s something in my chest tugging on me, pulling me toward him, so potent and emotional that tears spring to myeyes. I’ve never understood when people said they cried tears of happiness, but I’m starting to get it. When I look at him, I feel this burst of sunlight in my chest, like more joy than I’ve ever felt in my life, all welling up in one spot, spreading through my veins and warming me from the inside out.

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