Reluctant Mates - 21 Paranormal Romance Stories (Werewolf, Vampire, Minotaur and Monster collection) (40 page)

“You want a taste of Remy, sugar?” He says, noticing my outstretched tongue and the desperate look in my eyes.

I nod and reach out to try and grab him, but he swats my hand away.

Sebastien’s howl pierces the veil of darkness. It’s closer than before, I think and getting closer every moment. With as afraid as these three seem to be of him, I wonder what they’re going to do if he shows up before they’re finished doing
whatever
they’re going to do with me.

As soon as Leroux’s tongue makes its way to my clit, I find myself unable to think about that for some reason. A wave of warmth spills up my belly, and two fingers push their way inside my opening. Rough, hard and sharp, I start when the fingers – Logan’s – drag along my walls and curl inside my pussy.

His attention, along with the tongue flicking back and forth over my outside, up to my bellybutton, and back down again, forces me to take a deep breath. When I do, I can taste Remy’s smell. So deep and rich and manly, “please let me taste,” I beg, “please!”

“That what you want,
mon cher
? Want to suck on Remy?”

I nod again and beg him again, this time by tugging my hand down his thick, hard shaft.

He stands up, towering over me, his legs muscled spires. He stoops over, slides his forearms underneath me and hoists me off the ground without making a sound. So strong, so overwhelmingly powerful, I can’t believe how effortlessly he’s able to move me.

The two between my legs snarl, but he ignores it.

“Turn her over, we gotta get this hurried. Don’t you two hear the boss coming back?”

Almost on cue, another howl pierces the night’s shroud.

Hands jockey for position all over my supple, petite body, but the two fingers churning away inside me never leave, never stop turning and dragging along my front. There’s a little place they touch every time he curls them that makes my whole body start to quiver when he touches, but he either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. Deeper he pushes them, spreading out in either direction.

“Oooh!” I squeal as the world flips over. I scramble to get my feet underneath me before I’m dropped again, and manage – just barely – to avoid a couple of banged knees. As soon as the pads of my bare feet touch the cool floor, Leroux twists himself underneath me, Logan keeps pumping his fingers in and out, stretching my cunt deliciously around his knuckles, and
finally
Remy grabs the back of my head and shoves his cock between my lips.

The way his rounded tip pushes my lips apart makes a prickly-hot rash of desire crawl up my throat and when I taste that little droplet running down my tongue and down my throat, I reach out and grab his warm sack in one hand, and pump the other along his shaft, pressing hard on his underside with my thumb. Each time my hand reaches the crest of his cock I rub the pad up and down on a little place that makes him squirm, and push his head deeper in my mouth, circling him with my tongue.

“He’s close,” Remy says to the others when we hear another howl. Now, he’s so close that I can hear his paws crushing leaves, breaking sticks and twigs. “I think he feels her. He knows what’s happening.”

“Then we better hurry, yea?” Logan says.

“Hurry?”

“We gotta make you ours,
mon cher
. And quick.”

My pussy makes a deep, sweet sucking sound when Logan pulls his fingers away, giving me one last sweet drag on that little spot as he does. Leroux grabs one of my tits and one of my hips and pulls me backward to him, roughly, and squeezes hard. I let out a little yelp as my ass collapses against his thighs and his cock pulses against my opening.

Remy tangles his fingers through my hair and grabs two handfuls, twisting his fists until my scalp burns to life, and forces my head forward, his cock deeper in my mouth. I feel him glide backwards over the ridges at the back of my tongue and I gag when his tip butts up against my throat.

“Just relax,
mon cher
,” he says, caressing my arched throat with his strange, fur-covered hand. “Let it happen.”

Against the deepest parts of my mouth, he pushes again and I force myself to relax. His tip pushes past my tongue and back, making my throat stretch around him. The fullness I feel is absolutely incredible. My whole body seems to begin tingling, part after part, as he pushes deeper and I clench my eyes to fight off another choke.

I feel fingers grasping against my sex and pulling at my ass. Fingernails scrape along my lines, and a hand squeezes my hip so hard I feel bruises starting to form. I cry out, calling Remy’s name when he pulls his cock out of my throat for a brief second, and then Leroux’s when I feel his tip push against my cunt and dip just barely inside.

For a moment, I wonder what Logan’s going to do, but then I feel the tip of a finger, slicked up and wet with the juice from my pussy, turn against my ring and push slowly in, rotating, turning, thrilling me from the inside out.

I try as best I can to keep my hands moving on Remy, but there’s no hope as Logan’s finger slides inside my pucker to the first knuckle in those slow, stretching circles. With a grunt and then an “mmm...Jaz...” Leroux’s cock slides past that little spot on my front. I gasp and a bead of sweat runs down my forehead, over a cheek, and inside my lips. Our two tastes mixing, Remy’s masculine warmth and the tiny salty trickle, somehow makes everything feel more primal, more feral, and even more exciting.

Leroux’s hands crush my sides as his cock pushes halfway and the bulge of his tip stretches the very back part of my pussy around him. Electric fingers wiggle their way out of my hole and up my back. I try to breathe, but the air sticks in my chest as Remy’s massive tool pushes against my throat and back down deep, threatening another choke.

Logan shoves his finger inside me until the first knuckle stretches my entrance around him. My body sucks at him, pulling hard to get more of that incredible, intense stretch. He works his finger in halfway, turns it slowly inside, and then drives in a second. Every tiny motion he makes sends shocks up my back that clench my scalp and send waves of heat up my belly.

“Pl...” I stop to suck a breath, “please give me the rest. I want to feel all of you in me, all at once.”

“You hear that?” Logan says as he stretches my ring just a little more around his fingers. “She wants us all at once.”

“We can probably manage.” Leroux shoves his hips up, hard and fast, driving his cock so deep that I feel like my belly is on fire. I scream out when he rams up against the deepest parts of me and fall forward.

“Oh ho, look at this.
Mon cher
wants me deeper in her throat.” Remy twists his fists in my hair and jams in so that his balls slap up against the underside of my chin. He laughs when I gag again and pulls back only long enough for me to take a single breath before he crams himself back.

I feel warm heat squeezing out of my cunt, around the giant dick inside me, and back to my other hole, so achingly deep, so horribly good.

The two fingers in my ass slide out and I feel another swollen, round, hard thing push against me. A pair of fingers slides along either side of my pussy and then I hear Logan groan when he slicks himself with my juice.

I draw a breath around Remy’s cock, almost stuffed too full to let it out. Leroux remains motionless, his prick stiff and sweet inside me as Logan pushes. Slowly, oh so slowly, he works his way inside my ring. Every tiny movement he makes, every push or pull, drags me one step closer to the edge of my come. Halfway in now, his cock pumps just a little, jerking and twitching, like he’s about to explode. I hear a breath hiss between his teeth.

“You’re just...you’re just so tight,” he says, “never been like this before. Never felt anything like you before.”

My knees go weak and I slide the rest of the way down to Leroux’s hilt. I can almost taste his desire when I draw a breath through my nose, the scents of sex and man mixing with the damp moisture of the cave around us.

“Look to your left,” a voice inside my mind says. It takes me a moment to remember what that feels like.

I look. There, barely past the edge of my vision, I see a gray, slender, sleek form with two burning, coal-red eyes that burn into my soul.

“I see you,” I tell him wordlessly. “Sebastien?”

He grunts. I’m not sure whether the sound is in my mind or out loud. Oblivious, Logan slides deeper inside my hole and I gasp a breath. I’m so close, and I can feel my cunt squeezing around the cocks inside me.

“Please,” I beg Sebastien without speaking, “please don’t hurt them.”

A brusque, short snorting grunt shatters the sounds of pleasure in the cave.

Silently, the silver-grey wolf steps out of the shadow and walks toward us, his movement smooth and ghost-like. Without so much as a toenail clicking on the stone floor, he stalks near and stands up as he goes until he is no longer fully wolf. His powerful body is covered in silver hair; his face is beautiful but drawn, but unlike the others, his hands remain strange paws, but slightly elongated. Although he stands erect on two feet, he’s still clawed.
It must be his age – they keep talking about that. Maybe being older means that he’s slipped more permanently into such a shape?

“Had your fun?” He says.

“Sebastien, we –”

“Enough Remy. I expect this out of you.” Sebastien closes the distance and puts a hand on Remy’s shoulder. His cock twitches in my mouth and I unconsciously suck him as he trembles. “I expected this out of you. Unable to control yourself. So young and wild.”

He turns to the other two.

“But you two, I thought would be able to control yourselves.” He kicks Leroux and grabs a handful of Logan’s black, wavy hair. “Move. She’s mine.”

He yanks hard and Logan falls backward, his cock slipping out of me with a pop. Another hard kick in the ribs convinces Leroux. They both scramble to their feet and stand on either side of Remy, all three staring at me.

Suddenly, with the silvery giant’s hands scraping a trail down my back, the whole world flares back to life. All the colors and shapes and smells and sounds from earlier flood through my mind again as sex juice wells up inside me, ready and wanting the master’s cock to replace what he took from me. But, as soon as he touches me and I look back, his clawed paws dragging another hot streak down my back, I feel his rod between my legs.

I reach underneath myself, to grab him and help him inside. I touch the smooth, warm skin on his prick, and find it covered in the same bestial hair as the rest of him. This, like his feet and hands, is different from the others. Sparks shoot up my arm as I pull him against me, stroke his cock up and down on the soft, pale skin of my belly and squeeze my thighs around either side of him. Something I’m doing makes his breath come hard. I feel his muscled, fur-covered chest on my back when he hunches over, scooping his clawed hands underneath, squeezing, gripping and pulling.

All around me the air seems thick, comfortable and safe, even though with every single breath, I can sense a change in the wolves. Sebastian’s rage grows by the second. The desperation of his gripping and his thrusts against my body are such that I’m falling forward, trying to keep my balance.

I stick out my hands, trying to grab onto
anything
to keep myself from pitching forward and hitting the cave floor with my face, and immediately latch on two cocks. Remy and Leroux both look at me at the same time, and then back at Sebastien.

“Don’t...have long,” the wolf lying against my back says, “moon is fading. She must be claimed before dawn.”

Out the mouth of the cave, I see that, unbelievably, the darkness is beginning to break. The big, fat, round moon is still hanging on, but not for long.

Logan grabs his prick, strokes it against my cheek and tugs himself right next to my face. Pumping on the other two, and still squeezing Sebastien between my legs, I wrap my lips around his dickhead and suck, letting my tongue circle him and bounce over every line and crevice. One of them snorts and the other lets out a near-howl, but I’m too lost in what’s happening to care which is which.

I feel another rake of claws down my back and Sebastien unleashes a roar that echoes off the cave walls. He pulls away from me, his cock sliding out of the little crevice between my legs. He takes one last stroke against my slit, and then grabs both of my shoulders so hard his fingers bite into my flesh. In one hard, savage, wonderful stroke, he drives in his full length.

“Yessss!” I cry out, trying my best to keep moving on the three cocks filling my mouth one after another, but it’s hard to do much of anything with the violence of his strokes. He draws all the way out, then slams home again, pushing fire deep inside me and letting it spill back out, down my lips and between my thighs.

With each shove, he drives me a little closer and squeezes my shoulders a little harder.

“Not...not much time now,” he grunts.

His hands move down my back, another hot scratch that sends chills around my ribs. He grips my sides between his massive, clawed hands and shoves in all the way, and then grinds against me before pulling back and ramming again.

“Y – yes!” I scream. He fucks me again, harder this time, and I scream again, again, again. I cry out first Remy’s name, then, when Remy rams his cock down my throat, I choke “Sebastien!” around the tool that fills my mouth.

I feel Remy twitch, his balls pull up against his shaft, and he lets out a low, loud groan. I close my eyes, waiting to feel his pulse, to feel his juice fill me up, but when I do, my strange dream vision returns. I see him as a man, as he really is, without the fur and the teeth and the hair.

He grinds his teeth and I feel him jump forward, the muscles in his big legs contracting as he lets out a content, soft sigh and runs his hands back through my hair. The way he looks at me, the way he smiles, disarms me. As soon as he steps away and I open my eyes though, his body begins to twist again, to change. Moments later, he’s collapsed in a heap on the floor, content, but still a monster.

By the time my first lover is spent, I’ve got my lips locked around Logan and I’m running my fist up and down the length of Leroux’s cock in long, slick strokes that end with a little twist of my hand. Squeezing, turning, wrenching, I go back and forth between them, trying not to neglect either of them but not having much luck keeping track.