“Turn around and put your hands on the log,” Khalil commands softly the moment I’m naked. “Let the birthday boy see you.”
My gaze finds Zeke’s, and I smile softly as I hold it until I’m forced to let it go when I turn around and bend over for his gaze. And because I’m me, I give a teasing wiggle and hear several groans chorusing around me.
“Fuck, princess.” I start to tremble when I hear Zeke stand and then walk over to run a hand over my ass appreciatively. “You make me want to devour you when you’re like this, did you know that?”
I don’t have a chance to respond because he’s kneeling and shoving his face between my thighs.
Zeke’s tongue is a hot brand on my pussy as he tastes my arousal while creating more, like the never-ending waterfall just a few feet away. My cries as he licks me from behind mingle with the rush of the falls, the crackling of the fire, and his thick tongue swirling through my wetness.
Zeke is an insatiable eater, and I so love feeding him.
It’s over too soon though because the moment he flicks my clit after teasing me to the brink, I’m coming with a whispered curse on his tongue.
“Mmm,” Zeke moans with a smack of his lips. “Best birthday cake ever.” It reminds me of how he wouldn’t let me bake him one the first time we met two years ago.
He stands, and then I hear the rustle of him dropping the shorts he’s wearing before he’s lining his thick crown up with my entrance and plunging inside with a groan from us both. Zeke’s dick is long, so it feels as if he’s tunneling inside of me forever before he reaches the base. It feels exactly like the invasion it’s meant to be and I’m helpless against the power of his thrusts as he uses me roughly to get himself off.
Suddenly, his thumbs are digging into the base of my spine hard enough to make me wince, so I twist my upper body to get a glimpse of him. From this angle, all I can see is his head and shoulders partially cast in shadow from the glow of the setting sun behind him, but the eerie feeling I associate with only one of Zeke’s alters ripples through me and I gasp.
“Bane?” I whisper so that Khalil and Thorin don’t overhear. If they knew it was the violent and unpredictable alter inside of me right now, they’d freak out. “Oh God. Is that you?”
“Mine.”
My lips fall open to scream for Thorin and Khalil, but rather than a cry of alarm, I let out a long moan as I feel my pussy tighten and flutter around him in excitement. It feels like a dirty little secret when I prop a foot onto the log and open myselfup more for Bane’s ruthless pounding. Despite the undercurrent of danger, I can’t take my eyes away from the stillness in his expression even now, my cries growing sharper and higher as we lose ourselves in the forbidden fuck.
I swore to them all after the gala, when they saw for themselves how possessive Bane was of me, that I wouldn’t take the risk of calling for him, and the promise seemed easy enough to keep until now.
“Ohhhh,” I cry out when his unskilled pace quickens. “God,fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”
And as if I’m not being screwed within an inch of my life mere steps away, I hear Thorin and Khalil talking among themselves about hunting later, adding to the humiliation and the fantasy of being used.
Bane comes inside me and then whispersMineagain before going still.
A moment later, Zeke is back, and he looks confused until I give him a tremulous smile, and the question in his eyes clears as he realizes what must have happened. I shake my head, silently begging him not to ruin this, and he swears before hooking his forearm around my waist and roughly lifting me from the ground. He walks me over to Thorin, who immediately ends his conversation with Khalil about their plans for a new cabin and grabs me when I move to crawl into his lap.
“I don’t want to wait,” I say with a kiss as I reach between us and rip open his shorts—just in case he has plans to tease and torture me first. “I want it right now, okay?” He’s already hard from pretending not to watch Zeke and me, so I have his thick crown fitted against my tight little pussy in no time.
“Such a good wolf,” Thorin says as I eagerly lower myself down. “Taking all of our cocks like a sweet little slut.”
My nipples harden even more at the degrading pet name, and then I’m throwing myself against his chest, wrapping my armsaround his neck as I kiss him deeply. Thorin groans in my mouth while he uses his hands on my ass to bounce me in his lap. I’m so lost to the feeling of him moving inside me that I barely notice when he shifts his body on the wide log, turning us both while I take over bouncing on his dick. Thorin lies down, and I feel another set of hands grabbing my hair and forcing my head back.
Khalil.
His thick, pretty dick is suddenly in my face, and I open my mouth for him immediately. I feel my lips stretch wonderfully when he stuffs himself inside. My head is already bobbing by the time I hear the top of a bottle pop open and the lube undoubtedly being squirted on Zeke’s fingers and dick.
Like a well-rehearsed dance because we’ve done this so many times, I hold on to Khalil and lean into Thorin when I feel Zeke straddle the log behind me.
“Show me that sweet little hole, Princess.”
Releasing an excited moan muffled by Khalil’s dick, I reach behind me and spread my ass for him, feeling my anus pucker from the exposure to the warm spring air. A moment later, two of Zeke’s slick fingers are pressing inside and Thorin is holding me still for the invasion when I start to squirm.
Every time he pushes his fingers deep, I tighten around Thorin, and he swears while letting his head roll around on the log like he’s being tortured. Meanwhile, I’m gazing up at Khalil and his dark coily hair, loose around his shoulders. He still refuses to cut it, and in moments like these, I’m glad for it as I drink in the way it frames his gorgeous face while he feeds me his dick.
“Shit, Goldilocks. You’re going to make me come looking at me like that.”
I attempt to respond around his length that just comes out like a wet garble and ends on a whine when I feel Zeke carefullyremove his fingers and immediately replace them with his slick crown. He doesn’t push inside though until I relax from the natural reaction of tensing.
But when he does…
