Page 7 of Taken By the Stone Wolves

Her eyes widening, she looked up. “They do?”

“Aye. Especially when I have my tongue on your pussy.” He slid his hand into the loose fall of hair at the nape of her neck. “Something I plan on happening very soon.”

If she hadn’t been supported by the wall, her knees would have given out at his words. Before she could say anything, he bent his head and kissed her. His lips were firm and demanding, parting hers with a minimum of fuss so he could slide into her mouth. His tongue found hers and twined around it.

She moaned, hands spreading over his broad chest. This was what she’d been waiting for. What she needed every night since she’d been here. What her lust-addled body had been yearning for every time she woke in her lonely bed, soaked in sweat with her hand between her legs.

Crowding her, he urged her toward the wall. The backs of her thighs scraped against the weather-worn stone as he lifted her easily, settling her atop it. His hands moved to her belt. Like before, he dealt with her jeans quickly, removing them and shoes within a few seconds. His nostrils flared as he looked down at her, knees bent, feet propped against the cool stone. “Fucking gorgeous.”

His big hands slid up the outside of her thighs. Starting to bite back a moan, she stopped when she remembered his words and gave voice to the pleasure of his touch.

“Good girl,” he murmured, leaning forward to place a kiss on her quivering belly. Like before, she was nervous about the roundness of her stomach compared to his lean, hard physique, but the growl of need reassured her.

Strong fingers tangled in the straps of her panties, an itty-bitty scrap of lace that was incongruent with her jeans and plain t-shirt. Had she subconsciously picked sexy lingerie because she wanted this to happen? He drew the lace down, urging her to lift her hips and then they were gone.

“I’ve dreamt of doing this again,” he admitted, sliding to his knees, parting her legs at the same time. His hot breath washed over her inner thighs. “Dreamt of tasting your sweet pussy again. Eating your cunt until you scream my name over and over. You want that, love? Want to feel my tongue buried deep inside you? Against your clit?”

Her whimper was all the answer he was getting, but it seemed to satisfy him because he leaned forward and swept his tongue over her. Liquid heat flooded her veins at the warm, wet swipe. She almost came there and then, she was so turned on.

“You’re wet, almost ready for me even now,” he murmured, fingers parting her lower lips to allow his tongue to flicker over the beaded nub of her clit. “Fuck…you taste fantastic.”

He talked too much, but she couldn’t draw a breath to chastise him, not when his next move was to slide his tongue down her nether lips and plunge into her pussy. She cried out, back arched as he feasted on her, driving his tongue deeply to fuck her hard and fast.

He pulled back for a second, allowing her to breathe, and returned to her clit. Pulling the little bundle of nerves into the heated cavern of his mouth, he sucked. Pleasure building into a hard knot in her cunt. He seemed determined to drive her insane, alternating tongue fucking with hard sucks on her clit, which pushed her higher and higher.

“Fuck me,” another deep voice growled. A familiar voice. She turned her head to see Darrick stood next to them, desire warming the amber of his eyes. “What a pleasant sight to come upon. When you’re done, Verne, I’m ready for a taste myself.”

She couldn’t help it. She came all over Verne’s tongue.

Chapter 6

Pleasure hit hard and fast. A groan escaped as it washed over and took her under at the same time. She didn’t fight it, didn’t want to. Who would? It was incredible…pleasure she’d never felt with anyone else.

Verne didn’t stop. His tongue lashed over her clit, driving deeply into her as though determined to gather every drop of her release. Each thrust lengthened the waves crashed through her and she moaned anew.

Big hands, Darrick’s, divested her quickly of her T-shirt and bra. His strong fingers pinching her nipples added a new dimension and she quivered with the intensity.

“So pretty…so small,” he murmured, hands stroking down her body. “Out of the way, Verne. I need to taste her.”

The men moved around her, but she barely got time to catch her breath. No sooner had Verne moved from between her legs then Darrick slid between them. His breath whispered over her wet pussy a moment before his tongue probed her lips. She yelped a little, her clit hypersensitive from Verne’s attention, but the sound became a moan when he latched onto the small bundle of nerves and gently sucked.

Verne’s hands cupped her breast, thumbs and forefingers rolling her nipples. Slowly, they worked her body, taking her from post-release buzz back to tension. She whimpered and writhed between them, her body an instrument they played with the finesse of master musicians. An ache tightened deep inside she knew only one thing would assuage. A tongue dipping into her pussy was one thing, a very nice thing, but what she really wanted was a thick, hard cock. Two would be better.

As soon as the thought hit, she moaned. Part pleasure, part embarrassment. When had she turned into such a…a… Her mind rejected all the words she’d have used before. She liked having two men pleasure her; what did it matter? They were all consenting adults, and it was no-one else’s business.

Verne’s chuckle filled the darkness. “Seems like our little mate is impatient. Darrick, get your cock inside her.”

How the hell did he know that? Could he read minds now? At this point, she’d believe anything about the two men. She thought only vampires could read minds, but they seemed able to pick up her thoughts as easily as if they were printed on a page.

Darrick gave her a last gentle lick and stood. The presence of the two men standing over her made her look up, and her attention was hijacked by their long, thick cocks. With a groan, Darrick stepped between her legs, his hands underneath her knees to part her legs farther. She bit her lip, her eyes half closing when he ran the wide head of his cock against her clit.

Verne, meanwhile, moved to the other side of the low wall. Fingers tangled in her hair, he leaned her all the way back, down to level with his manhood. Her shoulders rested in his safe hands.

“Open up,” he ordered.

She obediently parted her lips and his cock slid past. At the same moment, Darrick pressed into her pussy. Humming in pleasure, she wrapped her lips around Verne’s cock. Thick and hard, its slow progress into her mouth mirrored the cock in her cunt. Hands on Verne’s thighs, she halted his movement to swirl her tongue around the thick head.

“Shit,” he growled, his hips jerking. “She’s good at this.”

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