Claiming Their Lady: BBW Werewolf Menage Erotica (Smut-Shorties Book 14)
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Authors: Mina Carter
Tags: #BBW Werewolf Paranormal Romantic Erotica
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Claiming Their Lady
Smut-Shorties
MINA CARTER
USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR
Copyright 2015 Mina Carter
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by Mina Carter
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by Blue Hedgehog Press: Feb 2015.
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Chapter One
She shouldn’t be here.
Anticipation and nervous excitement stole Natalya Larkin’s breath as she moved hesitantly through the darkness toward the ruined Langdon Manor. She shouldn’t be here, but she hadn’t been able to stay away. The temptation had eaten away at her ever since that night a week ago. The night she’d passed out and had the most erotic dream of her life. She could still see the details in full, glorious high definition as soon as she closed her eyes, tormenting her every night when she tried to sleep.
But it couldn’t have been real. Could it?
She shook her head at her own foolishness. Men who appeared out of the darkness at an abandoned manor to find a sexually frustrated, and very willing “victim”…it was the stuff of bad romance novels and porn films.
Sighing to herself, she carried on anyway. Even if she had been reading too much of the former, the dream would have gotten under her skin. Darrick and Verne. She’d even given her dream men names, for pity’s sake. That had to show she was touched in the head. Still, she argued with herself, if she walked around the manor then she might be able to convince her overactive imagination it had been just a dream. Perhaps that would allow her to finally get some sleep.
Shivering, but not from the cold, she reached the main gate of the manor. The sun had set long since, but the darkness didn’t bother her; she could see well in low light, a gift from her long ago lycan ancestors. She might not get her furry on every month, or have inherited the cool amber eyes of a wolf, but she didn’t need carrots to see in the dark.
Which meant she clearly saw the two massive wolf statues that had sat either side of the main gates on her last visit were gone.
“What…” Her lips pursed in confusion, she ran a hand over the nearest pillar. The top was smooth with no rough edges to show the statue had been removed. There wasn’t even a residual ring of grime and weathering that would indicate where it had sat. It was as if the creature had come alive and walked off the pedestal.
She rushed to the other one. It was as smooth as the first. Her brow furrowed. “How on earth?”
Okay, not something she could puzzle over, not without dropping into myth and legend. That way led to believing her dream had been real, and her sanity depended on it not being. Her logical brain kicked in. The manor’s owners probably had the wolves removed for restoration, and the pillars had been finished, now waiting for their occupants. Yes, that had to be it. Those repair guys could do awesome things these days, so that would be why she couldn’t feel anything.
Satisfaction filled her and she walked through the gates with confidence. Like the statues, there was a logical explanation for everything. Her dream was just that, a dream.
The walls rose around her, tall, forbidding sentinels in the night, but she didn’t feel threatened. Instead, she felt comfortable, as though this was where she belonged. After a lifetime of searching, trying to fit in and never quite managing, she’d finally found a place she felt at home.
Her nose wrinkled as she looked around. As much as she wanted, she had no hope of buying this place. It was probably owned by some trust, the inhabitable portion out of her league even to rent.
She brightened. On the plus side, having moved closer meant she could still spend a part of her weekends here with a camera. Already she could see the shot she wanted of the sunset through the ruins. A print in a nice frame, just the sight of it might bring that sense of belonging to her home.
Happy with her plan, she hummed softly in the back of her throat, reaching out to run her fingertips lightly over the top of a partially tumbled-down wall. Wide, it was about waist height, and a little chilly as the warmth of the sun retreated from the stone.
“You came back.” The voice was low, male, and behind her.
She turned with a gasp to find Verne. Greedily, her eyes drank in the sight of him. The dark, tousled hair, broad shoulders and chest, narrow hips. He was naked to the waist, and the lingering light allowed her to ogle the chiseled perfection of his abs as well as the prominent bulge in his pants. Instantly, heat rushed to dampen her panties.
Verne’s chuckle rumbled in the darkness and he stepped forward. “Smells like you’ve been looking forward to coming back. Emphasis on coming.”
“But… You’re real,” she managed as he closed the gap between them. She backed half a step when he invaded her personal space but found herself trapped between his hard body and the wall. He lifted a hand and stroked her cheek.
“Of course I’m real. Why? What did you think I was?”
His eyes glittered with warmth, the amber color washed out by the darkness. She opened her mouth, then closed it as she marshalled her thoughts, then spoke again. “I thought you were a dream. Both of you.”
His smile was wickedness personified. “Not a dream, love.” He reached for her hand, pulling it down over his groin. “Does this feel like a dream?”
It felt like an awesome dream. Best freaking dream she ever had. His cock was hard as a staff. A bolt of lust found her clit and licked around it. The memory of how his cock filled her pushed to the front of her mind and she bit her lip, holding in the moan.
“No,” he said, his voice hard. “No hiding. Let me hear it. The little sounds you make, the moans and whimpers…they turn me on.”
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 Two
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.