Page 55 of Claimed By the Feral Wolves

Their gazes swing to me.

I lick my lips. “I’ll be okay.” That’s all I can manage, even though I want to tell them I really want to see them naked. That I’ve been curious what they look like.

Maverick draws his boxers down and his cock springs free. My jaw drops open, and I swallow hard. He’s like Cayson and Ezra. Well-endowed. And if Addilyn is right about most men, all of my men so far are built quite a few sizes larger.

Xander seems more shy and uncertain as he undresses. He glances at me constantly, as if checking that I’m okay with what he’s doing, like at any moment he might reveal some horrible part of himself that I might not like. When he gets to his boxers, he seems to start and stop himself from pulling down his boxers several times. I can practically see his treacherous thoughts bouncing through his head.

After a minute, I climb down from the bed. Pushing his hands aside, I lean up onto my tippy toes and kiss him as hard as I can, then ease his boxers down until they hit the floor. Before I can even look down, I reach down and take him in my hand, curling my hand around his massive length.

He groans against my mouth, and I start to stroke him. His entire body rocks from the movement, and his kisses become more and more desperate. He breaks his lips from mine and his voice comes out wild, “You have to stop. I’m going to come.”

Maybe I should listen, but I don’t want to. I want to make this big man explode.

Collapsing to my knees, I take him into my mouth and start sucking. The normally silent man lets out a string of curses and thrusts hard into my mouth, rapidly, until he groans again and explodes. His taste instantly hits my tongue, and I suck and suck, loving his flavor. I love that I was able to make this big man come undone.

When he starts to soften in my mouth, I pull back and rise. Xander stands with his hands in fists and a wild look on his face. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have… I should have waited.”

“You shouldn’t have,” I tell him softly. “You did exactly what I wanted you to do.”

His eyes find mine, darkening, and I watch him harden once more.

I hear Maverick take a shuddering breath and turn to him. He’s got his hand clenched around his cock and he’s breathing hard. His eyes are running over me.

Without saying a word, I move to him, collapse to my knees, and push his hand away. My mouth is around him in an instant.

“Holy fucking shit!” he groans.

It’s strange how fast I’m learning to figure out what my men like. Just a short time ago, I knew nothing, and now I can tell by the way his body tenses that he likes what I’m doing. As I slowly suck him, I can feel his body wanting more. Wanting me to move more quickly. When he curls his hand into my hair and starts moving me harder and faster on his cock, my body gets wetter at his desire.

Soon, he’s pounding into me, and I’m loving the feeling of his tip hitting the back of my throat. I gag several times, which sends a shudder through his body, encouraging me to do more. To take him deeper. Then he says my name and comes into my mouth. His taste is sweet and salty all at once.

He finally releases my hair, and I lick him clean, then stand up.

Maverick yanks my panties off, lifts me into his arms, and places me down onto the bed. I watch them both, staring, breathing hard, already erect once more and ready to go, wondering what they’re thinking. What they want to do now.

“How do you want to take her?” Maverick asks, sounding breathless.

“Her pussy,” Xander grunts.

“I want her pussy too.”

What does that mean? What are they going to do?

“Follow me,” Maverick says, then climbs onto the bed, with Xander sitting next to me. Without a word, he flips me onto my stomach in the center of the bed and says, “Trust us, Jelly Bean.”

And the thing is, I do. I trust these men who call me Jelly Bean with such ease. Who have shown me at every turn that I’m safe with them.

Maverick comes up behind me, climbing on top of me. He grabs my hips and pulls me up, then reaches down, running his hand down my stomach until he reaches my pussy. Then he starts stroking.

My body reacts, my legs jerking in reaction. My nerves are coming alive. He’s stroking me softly and purposefully as his cock nudges my entrance.

Unable to help myself, I let my eyes flutter closed. I drink in the feeling of him pushing carefully into my body. My channel holds him tightly, tensing around him, making him curse, as he continues to slide into me.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans. Then he says, “Touch her.”

Xander reaches between the mattress and body and begins to play with my pussy. At first, he seems uncertain. His touch is gentle and playful, but when I moan when he touches my clit, he gets bolder, stroking me harder as Maverick continues to sink into me.

“You’re so sweet,” Xander groans.

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