Page 9 of Taken By the Stone Wolves

The silence of the night air was broken only by the rasp of their breathing and the slick sound of Verne's thumb rubbing her clit. She bit her lip, closing her eyes as Darrick pushed in the last inch and stopped. They were frozen in their erotic tableau, and the thought that anyone who came upon them would see everything brought a small moan from the depths of her lungs. Her ass clenched around the cock buried deeply and a fresh wave of heat bathed over Verne's cockhead, just inside the silken grip of her pussy.

"Easy now. Take it slow." Darrick’s deep voice sounded by her ear. As he pulled back, Verne shoved upward, burying his cock to the hilt. No sooner had he filled her than he moved again, pulling out to allow Darrick to fill her again. This time his slide into her ass was a long, slow ride of tight heat. She threw her head back, pushing her ass against him. It felt good, so fucking good. She needed more. Needed it now.

"I don't think she wants it slow," Verne chuckled when, as soon as Darrick pulled free, she impaled herself on his cock in one fast thrust. And that's the way it went. Darrick's thick cock filling her slowly, then her fast drive onto the slightly less thick, but still impressive girth stretching her pussy.

"No, doesn't seem that way." Darrick's conversation ended on a gasp as she pushed back, hard, taking him fast.

"Faster!" she demanded. The delicious burning sensation had faded, leaving her with the need to be filled by both men. She needed them to take over, to pound into her, to stretch and fuck her both ways until she came, screaming their names. Nothing mattered but the friction of them deeply within her. The hard press of Verne's pelvis at the end of each thrust, trapping her clit, and the slap of Darrick's balls against her when he filled her completely.

"Fuck!" Darrick spat out, his thrusts slick and faster. "I'm not going to last long. You're just so fucking tight."

She pushed back and wriggled her ass, gasping at the delicious sensation. "Little witch," Darrick breathed, as he shuddered and sped up. Verne's thrusts matched, and between them, they drove her closer to the abyss. She gave herself willingly to it, urging them to go harder and faster.

Then...it was all too much. She didn't reach the precipice so much as hurtle towards it and throw herself from the brink. She hit the chaos of her release, shattering like a glass dropped onto a hard floor. Thousands of shards multiplied the ecstasy and reflected it back until she bathed in it. She arched against her men, hearing their bellows of completion as they stiffened. Their cocks jerked within her as they came, each pulse sending new waves of pleasure through her. Time dilated, making the moment stretch until it was almost eternal.

Realization filled her. She wanted this forever. She didn't want to leave them, not for a night, not at all. As sure as she needed air to breathe, she needed these two men wrapped around her.

They came down from the high of release. Gently, Darrick withdrew, the soft wipe of a washcloth over her skin bringing tears to her eyes.

"Hey, what's this about?" Verne's voice was soft as he pulled her chin up so she had to look at him. "We didn't hurt you, did we?"

He turned them, sliding from her to allow her to nestle between them. Not an inch of her body touched the cool stone, her mattress two hard male bodies. Both of them looked at her in concern. In fact, Darrick looked so concerned she thought he might burst into tears or hit something.

"No, no," she was quick to reassure them. "It's just...you're going to think I'm silly."

Verne stroked her hair back from her face. "Sillier than two grown men afraid of the sunrise?"

She blinked. That hadn't occurred to her, but somewhere between arriving last night and now, she'd accepted the inevitable. Her two men really were the Langdon wolves, cursed to stone in the sunlight. The legends spoke of a pair of ferocious Alpha wolves, as lethal when fighting as they were with the ladies’ reputations. There were plenty of tales of their conquests. Of their challenge matches and prowess in other areas. Not one mentioned anything about what happened after the curse. That they might have suffered so much.

She reached up and brushed Verne's cheek with gentle fingers, leaning her head back against Darrick's shoulder. "I feel at home here. I don't want to leave. Is it possible to fall in love within hours?"

Both men stilled, Verne closing his eyes as Darrick's deep voice filled the air. "Depends if you believe in love at first scent."

She frowned. "Don't you mean sight?"

"Nope. Scent." Darrick’s voice was firm as she turned to look at him. "When you first came here, we knew straight away you were ours. But neither of us could see you. It was before sundown."

Realization hit her and breath caught in her throat. "You mean...the statues at the gate? They haven't been removed, have they? They are you?"

His smile was sad, his small nod confirming her suspicions. "Sundown to sunrise, that's all we get to be men. The rest of the time, we're locked in stone. But it's worse than that...no one can see us, even when we are men. We're not part of the world, can't be part of it. That's our curse."

"Hmmm, but that doesn't make sense," she argued. "I see you. Does that mean the curse is wearing off?"

"We wish," Verne snorted. "The reason you see us is because you were meant for us. Born to be our third. If you--"

"Verne," Darrick snapped, cutting his fellow alpha's words off instantly. "That's not fair, she doesn't need to know."

"No." She struggled to sit up and turn so she could see the two of them. "I don't want you to hide anything from me. What don't I need to know?"

Verne took a deep breath, sliding a look at Darrick. When the other man gave a small nod, his expression resigned, Verne spoke. "Three nights. That's all we get to convince you to stay...to be ours. To love us and free us from our curse. That's why we fear the sunrise. Now that we've found you, we only have a little time to make you ours."

"No pressure." Darrick snorted, but his touch was gentle as his hand whispered up her arm. "It's a big ask, love. Two alphas are tough to deal with at the best of times, and we're a couple of the worst. We can't ask this of you...not after three days."

His expression shuttered, as did Verne’s. "All we ask is, if you can't love us...then don't come back a third time. After sunrise on the third night, if you walk away, that's it for us. Let us keep our nights rather than be locked in stone for eternity."

Chapter 8

For Natalya, there was never any question whether she’d come back or not. She'd waited with her two men, wrapped in their strong embrace until the sun rose and they'd disappeared with a loud crack.

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