Total pages in book: 194
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
“Please, please don’t fuck me.”
“Or what?” Lining up his cock, Seth shoves inside of me.
Khalil’s cum eases the way, but I still feel every inch of Seth’s rage once he settles deep inside me. I don’t think he’s ever been this hard.
This time Thorin isn’t quieting my cries, so they are free to revel in them as Seth fucks into me like an animal from behind. He ignores my continued pleas for him to stop while holding onto my hair in one hand like reins while his other clutches my hip to keep me still for him.
The liberties they take with my body without any remorse shouldn’t feel this good, and yet here I am, clawing the ground and trying not to throw my ass back to meet Seth’s thrusts. I can feel the soft grass digging into my knees and the flowers brushing my hard nipples as my tits sway back and forth, and it only confuses me more.
Even the rough, guttural sounds Seth makes pushes me closer and closer to that ever-looming edge. Luckily, Seth comes before I do, and then he shoves me away like I mean nothing to him as he stands.
Two down, one more to go. Exhaustion clings to me already. A bitch really needs to work on her stamina.
Collapsing onto my side, I don’t even attempt to escape when Thorin folds himself against my back. He wraps a hand around my throat anyway because he knows that could change, and I close my eyes as he lifts my leg and enters me slowly. I can feel him watching my face as he takes his sweet fucking time. I can feel the other two watching us from where they lounge on the ground, enjoying their afterglow.
When I crack my eyes open, I see Khalil and Seth’s pinned to where Thorin and I are joined. Each time Thorin pushes in deep enough that I feel his balls, Seth stops breathing, and Khalil’s nostrils flare. When Thorin retreats, they watch the way my lower lips part and how their combined cum coats his length, easing the way for him when he plunges back inside of me.
I gasp when the tip lodges against that fleshy spot inside of me at the same time Khalil reaches over. The moment the rough pads of his fingers touch my clit, I erupt on Thorin’s cock with a strangled cry.
Thorin doesn’t make a sound when he comes, but I feel his cum joining Seth and Khalil’s, so I turn my head toward him and find him watching me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he stops for even one moment.
I did kind of do exactly that this morning, so it’s not an irrational fear.
A few minutes later, we’re all still lying in the meadow, resting silently while birds chirp from their nests in the trees nearby and butterflies flit overhead, and I find myself tracing their flight pattern to stay awake. Every so often, I hear the soft thud of rabbits moving around the meadow.
After ten minutes, I hear Khalil or Seth shift in the grass nearby. Also hearing it, Thorin’s head pops up from his doze, and he groans when he lifts my hand to check the watch on my arm and realizes that we’ve been here too long.
Feeling him finally free his soft cock from inside me, I peer over my shoulder and meet his warm, blue gaze.
“How was that, my wolf?”
Slowly, I let my smile free like a secret I’d been holding onto for too long and roll onto my back as I give a languid stretch. “That was perfect.”
Leaning forward, Thorin bites my bottom lip before licking the abused spot and kissing me. “We got to go.”
It’s spring, which means more visitors in the Cold Peaks—hikers and campers will come out in droves, especially to visit the nearby lake. I hadn’t meant to make Thorin, Khalil, and Seth chase me this far from the cabin, but I can’t bring myself to regret it now.
They needed this as much as I did.
A chance to re-stake their claim and prove to themselves that they’ll catch me no matter what, so I can fucking breathe again without the weight of their suspicion and insecurities.
The four of us right our clothing quietly since none of us actually took the time to undress, and then Khalil grabs and shoulders my pack before we start back for the cabin.
“Did you really have to throw her down so hard?” Thorin gripes at Khalil, and we both groan.
Have I mentioned the pissing matches between the three of them have been non-stop? Before, they were a united front against me, and now that I’m theirs, they’ve moved to staking their individual claims.
Since I know why Thorin is complaining, I respond before Khalil can. “I’m not pregnant, Thor. Give it a rest.”