Before I can retort, he pushes inside me in one powerful thrust that has me arching off the sand with a cry that echoes across the lake. He feels impossibly huge, stretching me in the most delicious way.
“Fuck,” he grunts, holding still for a moment as we both adjust. “You’re even tighter than I remember.”
Percy kneels beside my head, running his fingers through my damp hair. “Don’t hog her, Ham. We agreed to share, remember?”
Hamilton’s response is to withdraw almost completely before slamming back into me, wringing another cry from my lips. “She can multitask.”
Percy’s laugh is warm as he guides my hand to his erection. “What do you say, Ruby? Care to show a pig how talented wolves can be?”
I wrap my fingers around him, giving an experimental stroke that makes him hiss with pleasure. “I think I can manage that.”
Prescott watches us with hungry eyes, stroking himself slowly. “Is this… is this okay?” he asks, and I’m reminded that while hisbrothers and I have crossed this line before, Prescott and I have only shared that one kiss on the terrace.
I reach for him with my free hand. “More than okay. Come here.”
The brothers exchange looks over my body, some silent communication passing between them. Then Hamilton slows his thrusts to a torturous pace while Percy positions himself so I can take him in my mouth. Prescott kneels beside me, and I guide his hand to my breast.
“Touch me,” I encourage him. “I want you to.”
It should be awkward, this tangle of bodies and desire; enemies turned lovers on the shore of a lake meant to be fought over, not fucked on. But somehow, it’s perfect—primal and honest. I guide Percy’s cock to my mouth, licking and sucking his tip before he slides himself deeper.
Hamilton’s pace quickens again, his hands gripping my hips. “This wolf pussy was made to be fucked by us,” he growls, his voice dropping an octave. “Made to be stretched and filled by Porkwell’s.”
It’s crude. Vulgar—making me moan around Percy’s cock, taking him deeper as Hamilton pounds into me with increasing fervor.
“Look at her taking it,” Percy says, his voice strained as he fights to maintain control. “So fierce in the boardroom, so eager for cock out here in the wild.”
Prescott surprises me by leaning down to capture one of my nipples in his mouth, his earlier shyness apparently forgotten. His tongue swirls and teases as his hand explores the curves of my body with increasing confidence.
I’m overwhelmed by sensation—Hamilton filling me below, Percy in my mouth, Prescott’s clever hands and mouth learning my body’s responses. It’s too much and not enough all at once.
I want all of them; want to be claimed by each Porkwell brother.
Hamilton suddenly withdraws as if reading my mind, leaving me whimpering at the loss. “Your turn, Percy. Show our wolf what that architect’s precision can do.”
Percy doesn’t need to be told twice. He flips me over so I’m on all fours and moves between my legs, replacing his brother with a smooth, deliberate thrust that has me gasping. Where Hamilton is all raw power, Percy is finesse, angling his hips to hit spots inside me that have my toes curling into the sand.
Hamilton takes Percy’s former position, his still-slick cock pressing against my lips. “Open up, Wolfhart. Taste yourself on me.”
It’s filthy and so fucking hot that I comply without hesitation, the tangy taste of my own arousal mingling with his unique flavor as he slides between my lips.
Prescott watches us all with wonder, as if he can’t believe he’s part of this tableau. “Beautiful,” he murmurs, trailing his fingers along where Percy and I are joined. When his thumb finds my clit, pressing with just the right pressure, I nearly buck off the sand.
“She’s close,” Percy announces, increasing his pace. “I can feel her tightening.”
Hamilton grins down at me, his cock still in my mouth. “Not yet. I want her to come on Prescott’s cock. Fair’s fair.”
Percy groans but complies, withdrawing despite my muffled protest. Prescott looks startled, then determined as his brothers guide him between my legs.
“I’ve never… not like this,” he admits, positioning himself at my entrance.
I release Hamilton long enough to say, “neither have I. Not with three… not with anyone like this.”
Something passes between us then—a moment of connection amid the raw lust—before he pushes forward, filling me in one slow, deliberate movement that has us both gasping.
“Oh god,” Prescott breathes. “You feel incredible.”
“Move,” I urge him, pushing back forcefully on his throbbing cock. “Please, Prescott, move.”
