Page 56 of Unforgivable

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, baby," Thjis croons in my ear. "We've been jacking off to the thought of your sweet pussy for weeks. Nothing needs to happen today."

"I can take a cold shower," Ezra says in a strangled tone. "Hell, I can go outside and fuck a snowbank. It might be faster than the shower."

I laugh. My Sunshine. He won't hurt me. I trust this male. Some of the fear vanishes. Thjis drops his hand, rubbing my clit. Spitting on his fingers, he wets me again. He presses his face to the side of my head. "Just feel, baby. Tell me how good it feels."

"Good," I whisper. Desire is unfurling again, pooling at my core that's nestled on top of Ezra.

"Yeah?" His hand starts to alternate between stroking me, then rubbing Ezra's erection. I stare, astonished, once again, at the intimacy these two males have with each other. "My brother needs you, baby. Needs that pussy on his cock. Can you give it to him?"

"Maybe," I hedge, breathless. I think I like this dirty talk. Thjis strokes Ezra, hard, twice. Ezra's swears under his breath, stomach muscles tightening. His hands are still at his sides, clenching and tearing at bunches of hay.

Thjis takes Ezra's erection and taps it on the top of my mound. Ezra's groan splits the air. "Fuck me," he moans.

It sounds like a good idea. I let my she-wolf decide. Before I can even register her decision, I'm sliding down Ezra to his shout of pleasure. I let out an airless cry. It feels good, foreign, odd, but good on my overheated skin and sensitive body.

"That's it, pretty girl," Rhet's voice is deeper than usual. Startled, I look up to find him. He's standing a couple of feet away, stroking himself. Fur is erupting from the backs of his hands. His teeth are elongated. His wolf is on-edge.

"Look at Ezra, baby. Look at what his cock looks like in you," Thjis draws my attention away from the dominant male and back to him and Ezra.

I look, obedient, and curious. Thjis helps me ride his brother up and down while Ezra swears and moans underneath me. A sheen of sweat glistens all over his body. His jaw is clenched hard. He's all muscles and planes, and it feels good to have control, for once, over such a male.

"Oh," I breathe. I let my fingers trace Ezra's stomach muscles and play in the curls around the base of his dick.

He whimpers, "won't last long," he pants. "Fucking help her."

Thjis picks up his rhythm, one hand helping me ride as the other plays with me. I whimper, getting lost in the sensations and pushing away everything else but these males.

"So beautiful. Gorgeous. You're so damn sexy, love," Ezra groans, lifting his hips, sliding deeper.

I suck in a breath. A soft whine rips from my lungs as the second orgasm approaches.

"That's it, Pretty. Take it; take what you need. Come all over my brother's dick," Rhet orders.

I scream, bucking my hips as wave after wave crashes over me. I feel Ezra roar, feel the pulsing deep in me as he empties himself.

"Thank you, beautiful. Thank you," he rasps out as I collapse onto his chest.

The barn door clattering open makes me lift my head. I meet Thjis's glowing gaze. "Rhet had to go fuck a snowbank," he jokes. His grin fades as he looks at me, his eyes caressing my entire body, still hugging Ezra deep inside me.

"Well, fuck," he says. Standing, he walks to the door. "Make sure she doesn't put too much pressure on her hip!" he shouts.

I stare out the door opening as Thjis jogs out of the barn, somehow buck-naked, and shifts into his giant brown wolf. He disappears, following the tracks that Rhet just left into the woods.

I look back down at Ezra. He's grinning up at me, a sated, happy look on his face. "I love you," he says.

I smile and just lay down on top of him, snuggling into him.

Suddenly he jerks a little, swearing, reaching under himself.

He yanks out a horseshoe. I think it's what I kicked earlier.

"Stupid lucky horseshoe," he mutters. He tosses it back into the corner of the stall.

"Lucky horseshoe?"

He winks at me. "Yeah, it's fucking lucky." He waggles his brows suggestively, looking down at our nude, intimately entwined, sticky bodies covered in bits of hay.

I dissolve into giggles.

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