Wild Instincts - Complete Edition (Werewolf Erotic Romance) Page 15

  I returned the smile uncertainly, looking from one handsome blonde to the other. "Okay then. I'm ready now. I just really, really need to get my wolf to quiet down tonight."

  Ethan nodded and rose to his feet, tucking a rolled blanket beneath his arm before helping me up. Sirrus took my other hand and the pair guided me quietly away from the camp, heading up the hill into the trees. I glanced between them, excitement fluttering in my chest, my own fantasies coming in to stir the desire kindled by my instinct. Most girls would have jumped at the chance to sneak away into the forest with these two, but I still wasn't sure whether I wanted to enjoy what I was about to do. Thoughts of Thorne tugged at my heart, leaving a lingering sense of shame that wouldn't go away no matter how hard I reasoned with myself.

  You're not Thorne's mate. It's just your instinct. It doesn't mean anything. They said it themselves; no strings attached.

  But part of me felt like Thorne's mate. We'd shared so much over the days we'd been together, and that intense final night had left me with a sense of closeness and satisfaction I'd never felt towards anyone before. What if I felt that way about Ethan or Sirrus after tonight?

  You never felt that way about Cyan, or anyone else.

  It was true. But I'd never had Thorne during those times, either. I swallowed hard, taking deep breaths as I squeezed the two hands holding my own. Even now, doing what I knew I had to do, I still couldn't free myself from my worries. Perhaps it would be better if I gave in to my wolf for a while, let her do what she needed to do, and let my worries wait for later.

  "You don't have to be nervous." Sirrus smiled at me. "We'll take things slow."

  "It's not that." I shook my head, acutely aware of the soft contours of his face and the playful, enticing blue of his eyes. "I've done this before. It's just different now."

  "Try not to think of it as a bad thing," Ethan said. "Agatha always tells us, you have to look for the good in your instinct. Doesn't it always feel good, in the heat of the moment?"

  I thought back to the times before, with Cyan or one of the other pack males. Most of those memories didn't come with glowing feelings of contentment, but I had to admit that the moment itself—that point where my instinct took over entirely, filled me with the primal urge and the single-minded desire—was always blissfully intense. It was the afterglow that came with feelings of discontentment or shame, particularly if Cyan had used my instinct against me in some way.

  "I suppose I haven't had a lot of good experiences," I said at last.

  "Try and forget about those," Ethan replied. "We'll make this a good one, I promise."

  A ball of anxiety still squirmed inside me, but I felt the worst of it ebb. This wasn't Cyan. I liked Ethan and Sirrus, and if I had to pick anyone from the Wood Pack to take care of my instinct, it would be these two. Perhaps, for once, it would do me some good to try and enjoy what my instinct had to offer.

  We stopped in a secluded clearing on the hillside that looked out over the forest. There were lots of spots like this in the Wood Pack's territory, but this one was particularly pleasant and beautiful in the evening sunset. Ethan let go of my hand and walked over to the foot of a weeping willow, unfurling his blanket and laying it out in a mottled patch of shade. He kicked off his boots and sat down, leaning on an elbow as he beckoned us over.

  "I'm not sure how to start," I said quietly, my cheeks heating as I sank down beside Ethan. My instinct was clawing at me with increasing impatience. It was desperate for a rough, domineering male to throw me down and have his way with me, but I didn't know how to communicate that desire without spelling it out to them. Ethan put a hand on my arm, running it up and down my bare skin softly and encouraging me to lean back against the slope. I let out a quivering breath and followed his guidance as Sirrus slipped an arm around the back of my shoulders, moving in close on my left side.

  "Like we said, nice and slow. Just say the word if anything makes you uncomfortable."

  It would take a lot to make me uncomfortable, but I only nodded, the heat between my legs growing as Sirrus slid his free hand down to settle on my thigh. Once my wolf was in control, it was hard for me to take the lead. Assertiveness and willpower abandoned me completely, and my instinct to submit became all I could focus on. The hand on my thigh lifted the hem of my gown, bunching it up around my waist and finding the bare skin beneath.

  I kicked off my sandals, squeezing the coarse weave of the blanket between my toes as my muscles tensed, those fingers massaging and stroking against my sensitive inner leg just inches away from my sex. The breeze caressing its way across my freshly bared skin increased my feeling of vulnerability, highlighting how exposed and helpless I was with my instinct in control. But along with that nervousness came the desperate desire to be taken by these two, the overwhelming urge to have my vulnerability claimed and crushed into pleasure by their dominance.

  Ethan's thumb traced small circles against my upper arm as he leaned in tentatively, his sweet breath against my cheek as his lips met mine. They were soft and warm, gentle, compassionate. He made no move to take the lead with the kiss, and I squirmed in frustration before pushing my tongue suddenly into his mouth. I felt him tense a little in surprise, but as my fingers curled around the back of his neck he began to return my enthusiasm, taking the kiss deeper as he sucked on my tongue and pressed his own between my lips so that I could return the favour. He had a light, musty taste to him. It still held the familiar earthy qualities of a werewolf, but it was less pronounced than usual. He tasted like fresh hay.

  As pleasant as the kiss was, it didn't hold the same intensity I was used to with Thorne. It lacked the powerful masculine musk, the delicious smoky flavour that lingered on my lips in the afterglow, the deep, filling satisfaction that let me know I belonged to my mate.

  Sirrus nuzzled his lips against the sweet spot at the base of my neck just above my collarbone, kissing and tasting with the same pleasant gentleness as Ethan. He worked his way up, bathing the side of my neck in his warm kisses until he was suckling at the lobe of my ear. A tense moan escaped my lips as I clung on to Ethan. They might not have been the intense lovers I craved, but they were talented and patient. The feeling of both their mouths on me at the same time, one hand caressing the inside of my thigh while another teased my shoulder, was wearing down my reserve, taking away my tension until I was melting between them.

  My lower lip left Ethan's mouth with a faint pop as he sucked and withdrew, kissing my chin and neck as he worked his way down. With a palm on my cheek, Sirrus turned my head his way, and I parted my lips eagerly just in time to feel his warm tongue sliding between them. He had the same fragrant scent as Ethan, a little richer, but still mild and unobtrusive. I whimpered, my thighs squeezing together around his hand as his fingers moved up to trace the line of my sex through my underwear, lingering to press softly against the sensitive nub at the top.

  "Are you alright?" he breathed, pulling back from the kiss.

  I nodded impatiently, pulling him back in as my fingers curled through his long blonde hair, my free hand going to the front of his shirt and slipping past the low neckline to brush against his bare chest with my fingernails. Ethan shifted on the other side of me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my shoulder as he hitched up the hem of my gown even further, baring the smooth skin of my stomach as he traced and teased my sides with his fingers. I squirmed between them, pressing myself desperately against Sirrus and the hand between my legs, longing for him to slip those fingers beneath the band of my underwear.

  "Mmn..." I gasped as we broke the kiss, my right hand inside the neck of his shirt, caressing his chest and shoulder as I murmured with longing.

  Ethan's hands strayed lower and eased my panties down my thighs, aided by my gentle wiggling until I could shuffle them past my knees and down my legs, leaving them hanging around one ankle as the heat between my tingling folds intensified.

  It felt strange and foreign to have two men caressing me, two warm mouths explori
ng my body and two sets of hands to stimulate my most sensitive places. Combined with the tug of my instinct, it was almost overwhelming.

  Sirrus slid his palm down the curve of my belly, brushing his middle finger over the hood of my clit and dipping it between my petals, making gentle beckoning motions just beyond the entrance to my sex as the rest of his fingertips stroked my outer labia. My groan of pleasure caught in my throat as Ethan's fingers slid between my rear cheeks from behind, brushing and probing at my sensitive pucker for a moment before continuing on to rub the lower part of my tingling sex. I clutched at his forearm, my breathing short and sharp as both partners worked their fingers inside me, stimulating me from two different angles in a way I'd never experienced before. Already I could feel my climax rising, a dozen little points of sensitivity all across my body coming together at the same time to drive the heat in my belly to an early crest.

  "Don't— Don't stop..!" I cried, clinging to Ethan's arm and digging my fingernails into Sirrus's chest, their lips nuzzling and biting at my neck from both sides now as I threw my head back, eyes screwed shut in ecstasy, my whole body trembling. They slid their fingers in and out, palms cupping smoothly against my belly and rear as they caressed me with steady, confident motions. Ethan slipped another digit inside me, drawing another gasp from my lungs as my hot juices dribbled into the rug, his fingers working back and forth in alternating motions as they massaged my clenching walls, Sirrus focusing on the more sensitive area just below my clit.

  The shivers of pleasure rippling through my belly began to interrupt my breathing, reducing it to short, stuttered intakes of breath as my chest rose and fell sharply, my rising peak of pleasure threatening to break through the dam every time I gasped for air. I felt my forehead glistening with perspiration, my whole body hot and flushed as my handsome lovers stimulated me.

  Sirrus sucked my lips into a tender kiss again, and my orgasm spilled over the edge, rushing up out of my lungs in a thin whine of ecstasy as I clung to both of them, squeezing and clenching around their tireless fingers as I lost myself in the moment of bliss, squirming and rubbing my body against the rough fabric of the rug, relishing every inch of friction in my state of heightened sensitivity. It was a warm, filling climax, leaving me tender and tingling as the spasms of pleasure faded and I came down to earth again, rubbing my bare knees together as I murmured and cooed, biting my lower lip as I looked through lidded eyes at Sirrus.

  It had been satisfying, but my instinct still burned strong, like a flame that had guttered for a moment before reigniting. I wasn't always sated after one orgasm, but my recent nights with Thorne had been so intense and powerful that a single climax was all I'd needed. His feverish passion had burned every thread of animal longing out of my mind with such intensity that it stayed quiet for days. Ethan and Sirrus had given my instinct a taste of what it wanted, but it wasn't enough. Not yet.

  "Still okay?" Ethan murmured in my ear, sliding his fingers out of me and massaging my rear with his sticky palm. I nodded breathlessly, feeling his hardness pressing up against my hip through his clothing. He rolled on to his back, tugging me with him until I extracted myself from Sirrus's arms and turned around, swinging a leg over Ethan's waist as I straddled him. He unbuckled his belt and worked it down his hips, freeing his shaft as my fingers worked impatiently to pop open the buttons of his shirt. When his chest was bare I let my hands slide across it, pressing against his toned body from neck to waist, feeling the subtly defined softness of his skin and gripping the base of his member, stroking it gently until his arousal began to coat my palm.

  I lifted up my gown and tugged it over my shoulders, freeing my sensitive breasts to the evening air and leaving my whole body naked, my hair cascading untidily around my face as I gazed down at Ethan. I took him in my hand again and guided him to my eager folds, rubbing the crown against my petals for just a moment before letting him slide inside, hearing his moan of pleasure and feeling the tightness of his hands around my hips as he sank into my body.

  Sirrus unbuttoned his shirt and tugged off his jeans, kneeling in close behind me and sliding his hands around my waist, caressing my stomach before working his way up to cup my breasts as his firm chest pressed against my shoulders, his warm breath in my ear and his cock rubbing against the small of my back.

  A groan of passion escaped my lips, my hands resting against Ethan's chest as I tilted my head back to kiss Sirrus, rocking my hips gently as the fire in my belly began to grow all over again.

  Ethan's hands slid down to my upper thighs, pinpricks of sweat standing out against my skin as he guided my bucking hips, thrusting in time with my movements to drive himself deep between my clenching folds.

  Sirrus squeezed my breasts, teasing his fingernails back and forth over my nipples with just enough pressure to bring a hint of exquisite pain, both sensitive nubs hardening to peaks as I moaned in delight, sucking on his tongue hungrily.

  Ethan wasn't as thick as Thorne, but he filled me nicely, the faint curve of his shaft creating an exciting new pattern of friction as the underside pressed against my back wall, the head teasing its way along my slick folds as I rocked against him, drawing him in and out of my body as my undulating wave of pleasure built. I pressed my fingernails into his chest, longing for more. I wanted roughness, I wanted dominance. As enjoyable as it was having the two sculpted blondes caressing and pleasuring me, their lovemaking lacked the bite I needed to fully scratch the itch tingling in my core. I didn't want partners who would make love to me; I wanted ones that would ravish me, claim me, leave me sore and breathless and exhausted in my satisfaction.

  I raked my nails down Ethan's chest, hearing him gasp as my fingertips left a series of faint red marks from his pecs all the way to his navel. His grip tightened around my thighs, and I let out an encouraging moan, biting my lip as I tugged my mouth away from Sirrus to fix Ethan with a smouldering stare. My instinct was a mental barrier preventing me from taking charge, but I could at least give hints as to what I wanted.

  I realised, suddenly, that despite the tug of my instinct my human thoughts were still very much at the forefront of my mind this time. My wolf hadn't taken over as she usually did, and she wasn't blocking me from forming coherent thoughts. Perhaps she knew, somehow, that this wasn't the mate she yearned for? Was she saving herself? Holding back for the moment when she could be sated by her true lover? An unwelcome pang of anxiety hit me, wondering whether my instinct would fade away at all this time. If my first climax hadn't satisfied me, would a second? Or a third? Now that my wolf had tasted the one male she seemed to have been made for, would she fall quiet ever again when she wasn't with him?

  My brow knotted in frustration, my skin flushing as I rode Ethan harder, desperate to prove my doubts wrong. I just needed a little more, then my instinct would be satisfied, surely?

  Sirrus nuzzled his way down my neck, biting lightly as his talented fingers kneaded my breasts and stroked my nipples. I gave him an encouraging whimper, longing for more of those teeth, more passion, more force, more intensity. He bit harder, sucking at my neck, and my eyes rolled as a sudden wave of pleasure swept over me, Ethan's thrusts picking up speed as my hips worked rhythmically against him, the slick noises of our lovemaking filling the still evening air, our bodies painted in dappled orange sunlight as my skin shimmered with sweat.

  My doubts wavered and sunk beneath the rising climax filling my belly, one of my hands shooting up to clutch at the back of Sirrus's neck, twining my fingers through his golden hair, begging him not to stop as he bit and suckled at the sensitive spot at the base of my neck. Ethan was panting with concentration, his hands digging into my thighs hard as he met every buck of my hips with a deep thrust, his heaving chest glistening with moisture as those piercing blue eyes met mine.

  I squeezed down on him hard, my muscles rippling as the spasms of climax gripped my belly, my back arching all the way as I ground myself against Ethan while clinging on to Sirrus for dear life. A shrill squeal of ecstasy le
ft my lips, my hot juices running out of me in a gush of pleasure as I squirmed and panted, driven wild by both pairs of hands stroking and caressing my body, the sensitivity of the fingers brushing my nipples and the nails digging into my thighs almost too much to cope with as I writhed between my handsome partners.

  My eyelids fluttered shut, a tangled lock of hair falling across my face as I shuddered and gasped, my hands pressing hard against Ethan's chest as I leaned forward on top of him, working my hips in slow, sensitive rocking motions until the gripping pleasure of my orgasm finally began to subside.

  Ethan was breathing heavily, but I didn't think he'd shared in my moment of pleasure. He was still buried between my tingling folds, but he'd stopped bucking his hips, looking up at me intently as I got a hold of myself.

  "Still okay?" he panted, relaxing his grip on my thighs.

  I nodded almost irritably, the tug of my instinct still lingering in my belly. I didn't want him to stop to check if I was still doing fine. I wasn't a fragile doll that would break the second he went too hard on me. I wanted him to keep on going, take me with a passion and a desire all of his own, sate his lusts and force me to submit to them.

  Ethan slid out from beneath me, and I lay down on my side under the guidance of Sirrus's confident hands, his length pressing insistently against my rear as he tucked my body in close to his. I murmured, my arousal rekindled by the touch of his firm chest against my back and the promise of more to come. He lifted my thigh with one hand while the other gripped my shoulder, panting against my neck as he slid himself into my dripping sex from behind. My murmur became a moan as he pressed in further, his cock slightly thicker than Ethan's, stimulating me with a satisfying new tightness as he began to thrust, my arm going back to clutch his waist and pull him in as I groaned.

  Ethan knelt beside me, curling his fingers through my hair and guiding me to look up at him, his hard cock twitching inches from my lips. Without any further encouragement I put out my tongue, licking gently around the slick crown of his shaft, tasting his faintly salty scent and the flavour of my own juices as my eyes closed in pleasure. I only teased him for a moment before the excitement flared up in my chest again, urging me to wrap my lips around him and take him deeper, aided by his hand on the back of my head and the gentle pressure of his hips moving forwards.