Chapter 10 They are werewolves
“Yeah. You’re smokin’, Nic.”
Until they’d spoken, she’d forgotten that she’d taken off her dress. And forgotten also that she hadn’t worn a bra. The only clothes she had on were her slipper shoes and the thin strip of thong covering her smooth mons.
She blinked, then made a quick trip up to meet their eyes. What she saw there made her want to
cry.
They’re telling the truth. They like what they see.
Even with the extra ten pounds she could never get rid of, they liked what they saw. She’d
worried all those years, fearing they’d find her too ugly, too fat, or too plain for their mate. As she
stared into their eyes, she knew she’d worried for nothing.
A tingle of excitement ran through her as Mark came to her. The adoration he felt for her showed in his wondrous expression. He reached out, sending her pulse racing, then touched her cheek. Her juices flowed more, and she would’ve sworn he could make her come with only a touch.
“I can’t believe we’re finally together.” He’d taken the words right out of her head.
He leaned in for a soft kiss. She closed her eyes, parting her mouth, and still startled when he flicked his tongue across her lips. The gesture was intimate, almost more than a kiss would’ve been. Or at least, she’d thought so until he pressed his lips to hers, gently, lovingly.
She’d waited for this moment for years and now that it had come, she wasn’t disappointed. She opened her eyes as Mark broke the kiss.
“You still okay?” “Yes,” she whispered.
Heat blazed in his eyes as he tugged the thong away from her, then paused to feast on her. She nodded again, giving him the permission he didn’t need. A quick pull and he tore the thong away.
“Jeans,” he ordered.
Her hands shook as she took hold of the top of his jeans and tugged them away from his skin. His skin seemed to burn the backs of her fingers as they brushed against his flesh. Keeping her eyes on his, she unbuttoned the top of his jeans and pulled the flaps wide. Did he wear underwear? She’d soon find out.
“Keep going, baby.”
Brennan moved behind her and slid his palms over the roundness of her bottom. “Keep going, Nic. I’m next.”
She took a steadying breath, then brought the zipper down. Mark’s long, thick cock popped out and she gasped like a schoolgirl seeing a cock for the first time. Her hands naturally wrapped around his length. He toed off his boots and stepped out of his jeans.
“You’re amazing.” Brennan knelt beside her and slid his palms along her legs as he kissed a trail jumping from one leg to the other. He fondled her ass cheeks, murmuring sweet words she’d longed to hear.
Her hands wandered over Mark’s cock, testing his hardness, letting his pre-cum wet her hands.
Without thinking, she licked her lips.
Brennan moved to her side and, working quickly, rid himself of his boots and jeans. His chest rose and fell with big breaths. Breaths she was proud to have caused.
Had her wish come true? Was she finally going to be with Mark and Brennan? If she was only dreaming, she prayed she’d never wake up.
Mark’s attention never left her face. At last Mark reached out and cupped her breasts. The mystical bond between whipped out again, lashing her with its fiery tongue. She arched, wanting more, needing both of them.
“Bed.” Keeping his gaze on hers, Mark slid his hands underneath her arms and lifted her. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to the bed. Laying her on her back, he stepped away as Brennan joined him.
Her men drank her in, scanning every inch of her, lingering their gazes at her breasts then at her mons. She stretched out, ready for them to join her. Instead of the shyness she’d assumed she’d feel,
she felt empowered, womanly. She held them in the palm of her hand as surely as if she’d reached out and touched them.
She moaned, her long-held frustration mixing with the urgent pounding of her need. Emboldened, she slid her hand along the soft mound of her stomach and over her abdomen. Tossing them a wicked smile, she slid her finger between her folds and found her sensitive clit. Her nipples grew harder as she played with herself, teasing them, daring them to hold out any longer. Her pussy flowed with the juices they stirred within her as her mouth parted at the increased pressure against her clit. They watched, transfixed, their eyes flashing with bits of amber.
They’re werewolves.
She knew and she didn’t care. They were her men, and that was all that mattered.
She kept her hand moving as their hot gazes slid lower. Pleasuring herself, she sent them a silent plea to come to her. She increased the speed of her hand even more and skimmed her gaze over their marble-like chests.
“Please.”