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Bri

Wyatt had this way of devouring me, of entering my very veins, and when he rolled me to my back I unbuttoned his pants, desperate for more. His cock sprung free. It was heavy and thick, glistening precum ready at the tip, just for me. I hadn’t forgotten about Beau; they never really set me up to choose. More often than not they enjoyed watching while the other had his way with me or they would insert themselves in such a way it never felt awkward, well except that one time. Our tongues warred in an inferno of passion, lust, and love.

Wyatt pulled away, his molten orbs on mine.

“I’m not fucking that poupoune of yours just yet Moonbeam,” my eyes widened in question. ”I want those lips around my cock while Beau fucks you senseless. You, ma rayon de lune,” he said, teasing my lips and pulling the bottom one from between my teeth with a calloused thumb. “Have been naughty, teasing us and bringing us to the point of going feral in the streets with so many eyes on what belongs to us. I presume tomorrow will be harder, so..” he growled out. “Expect us to mark you from the inside out, multiple times.” Wyatt’s expression darkened, his eyes blazed, the vow rocked me to my core. My body was exhausted and these two werewolves were about to send me into a bliss coma. I couldn’t ask for anything better.

“Remember you willingly became ours, you belong to us, just as we belong to you.”

The next thing I knew they were both on me. I was spun around as Beau snatched up my legs with my head hanging off the bed looking up at Wyatt, Beau had my ankles tight against my ass as he shimmied into place in the center of the bed. “Fucking wolves,” I murmured, these two had gotten better at speaking without me noticing. I glanced at Beau, and he smirked.

“Sug, you’ve been pounced.” He entered me then, harsher than usual but my earlier fling with Wyatt made his long cock inch in easily, as soft velvet skin tapped my lips. I looked up the length of Wyatt’s muscular body. Just then Beau thrust into me before I could make sense and as my mouth gasped in a breath, Wyatt’s dick invaded my mouth.

I gulped him in greedily as I widened my legs. I needed them to rip me apart over and over again, branding my soul or else I wasn’t making it through tomorrow and after. Beau delved into the heat of my depths as if he was part beast as well. Wyatt groaned, he sunk in and out of my mouth teasing the back of my throat with the tip of his cock. His hands found my breasts, and his thumbs circled my nipples igniting waves of sentience to wash over me, curling down to my core. Sensations and energy rippled over my skin, the light rattled within its cage, trying to rise. Beau’s thumb circled my clit, on a mission as his other hand gripped my hip, fingers digging bruisingly into my soft flesh holding me as he slammed into me. Goddess I was going to combust! I moaned around Wyatt’s cock and he growled in return. The orgasm felt like a freight train barreling through me as I tightened and spasmed around Beau’s shaft and he spilled into me. Wyatt's cock drove straight down my throat at this angle, the blood rushing to my head. Their dominance, their fierce need for me, the cool night air with the open window’s breeze blowing across our smoldering skin, overwhelmed me and I needed more.

Beau pulled out three digits entering me; he plunged them in and out through the last spasms of my orgasm as he watched me. Wyatt was still thrusting into my mouth as I swallowed and he released jets of cum into my throat. Beau’s wet fingers slipped down my seam and a finger began to probe my ass. I gasped and my body tensed as Wyatt pulled out of me and crouched down his hands lovingly soothing over my skin distracting me from the sensation of the impending intrusion.

“You're going to take us both before we leave you.” He kissed down my throat to my chin. “and you're going to look stunning when you cum like that, for us both, and our seed is filling you. His beard tickled my neck as Beau’s mouth found my clit. The sensations were overwhelming as he worked.

“It’s too much,” I gasped, Wyatt’s fingers rolled my nipples, and Beau slipped in a second finger. My body lurched but a loud moan fell from my lips and I panted. Beau’s thumb entered my core as he forced me into a whining mess. Wyatt’s mouth found my skin igniting a path up the column of my throat still hanging over the bed,

“Our girl is so sweet,” he murmured before he kissed me and Beau stretched me, entering a third digit. I took Wyatt’s mouth hungrily, chasing away the burn as my body surrendered to the alien feel. Beau chuckled against my core. Then he feasted like a starved man. I lost count of how many times I came, or who was the provider of them. It didn't matter who was stretching my ass or who was eating me out. Who’s release was tasted in whose mouth? The blur of physical feeling was an avalanche that kept coming over and over again. Love mingled with the primal force of our most basic instincts. To be together.

It was just before dawn when they had dried me from a shower putting me in that shirt that scented so strongly of Wyatt that as soon as I hit the bed I sunk deep into a dream-riddled sleep.

Until she found me or rather they did, instead of their memories I looked into a moonlit pool one of them on either side of my reflection.

“Thank you,” I said, glancing at the fair-haired girl’s image in the pool. She cocked her head, haunted eyes staring back, she nodded weary, innocent acceptance of whatever power brought her here to begin with. The older woman’s reflection, we all shared those eyes, the old woman though … a veil of snowy fog covered most of her irises, beneath though I could see her eyes were just mine, and, … the girl. I turned back to the girl and a pulse happened between us and the vision of her fell away.

“She is too young yet to understand sister, her time is unfortunately coming. Right now though, it is all about seeing you through this. You don’t have to leave them, it will be harder for you this way, you are stronger with them,” she tried to remind me.

“But then the pack is at risk,” “Sometimes taking a risk to make things as they should be is the only way. “You don’t know what you will do to yourself, sister.”

“I don’t matter, it's only them, if nobody knows, then no one can hurt them or turn our love against us.”

“You’re a fool mother moon,” was all the old woman said, before the soft tap on the door disturbed me from my cocoon of muscle. I pulled myself together, slipping from their arms. I kissed their crinkling brows before I tiptoed from the room. Zoe passed me a coffee across the counter.

“How ya feelin?”

“Like my world is beginning and ending today,” I said, honestly. Her hand reached across the counter, I took her ebony one in mine, my heart and my breath catching.

“Then you best make all this worth it, my friend.”

“I can only hope,” was all I said, sinking into my coffee still holding Zoe’s hand. “Will you stand with me?”

“Always.”