ANYA
The men’s superheated bodies press against me on all sides. Even though I’m warm enough, I don’t feel like leaving this nest of hot buff men just yet.
Marcus’s hairy chest is pressed against my back, his hard cock nestled between my ass cheeks, and Ryker’s massive erection presses insistently against my belly. The blanket traps their intoxicating scents around me, a heady mixture of coconut from Ryker and ocean from Marcus. I’ve never been around men who emit scents like this, and it’s making me horny.
It’s shocking to me that I don’t want to move. Not even an inch.
This is the danger of coming back to them. It’s like all logic flies out the window when we make skin-to-skin contact.
The weight of Marcus behind me, the solid wall of Ryker’s chest in front of me, makes my body respond with a rush of wetness between my legs that I can barely control.
Every slight movement sends Marcus’s cock sliding against my ass, making me bite my lip to suppress a moan. His hands rest possessively on my hips, his thumbs occasionally tracingsmall circles that send shivers of pleasure up my spine. Ryker’s breathing has grown harsh, his chest rising and falling rapidly against my breasts, the friction causing my nipples to harden into sensitive peaks.
These are some horny werewolves, I think to myself, and the thought brings back the memory of what I witnessed in the forest.
Ryker was awerewolf, a massive one.
Not a hallucination. Not a dream. Real.
“I can’t believe you were telling the truth,” I whisper, my voice weak from the cold. “Werewolves are actually real.”
Ryker’s chuckle vibrates through his chest and into mine. “Why would we lie to you about that?”
“I thought you were all delusional,” I admit, looking up to meet his dark eyes.
“Are you scared then?” he asks, his other hand sliding down to gently rub my belly in slow, soothing circles. His soft touch sends sparks of heat radiating all over my body, making my pussy muscles clench with need.
I’m naked in the arms of a literal monster from horror movies, a predator who can transform into a werewolf at will. But deep down, I know he’s not going to hurt me. There’s something inside me that recognizes him as safety rather than danger. I can’t explain it rationally, but my heart seems to know what my head is still struggling to accept.
“No,” I say finally. “I’m not scared of you.”
The crackling of the fireplace fills the brief silence that follows my admission. Orange flames dance in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the room and bathing us in golden light. The heat from the fire mingles with the warmth of the bodies pressed against mine, creating a cocoon of comfort that feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
It’s primal and intimate, romantic in a way I never knew I craved.
I turn my head to look at Ryker fully, studying his features in the firelight. His face is all sharp angles and strong planes. He has high cheekbones, a straight nose, and a chiseled jaw that’s dark with stubble. His eyes, though, are what capture me. They’re nearly black in the dimness, watching me with an intensity that makes my breath catch in my throat.
His eyes look hungry.
He suddenly leans down and presses his lips to mine. The kiss is gentle at first, almost questioning, giving me time to pull away if I want to. I press closer, parting my lips slightly in invitation.
Ryker growls, and it vibrates through his chest as he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping into my mouth to tangle with mine. His hand moves from my face to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair as he holds me in place.
He takes control of the kiss completely.
My heart races as his hairy arms wrap around me, the coarse hair tickling my soft skin in a delicious contrast that makes me hyperaware of every point of contact between us. His chest hair rubs against my sensitive nipples, creating friction that sends jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
Without thinking, I reach between our bodies and wrap my fingers around his cock. Wow, he’s huge and hard. I can barely close my hand around its girth.
Ryker breaks our kiss with a sharp intake of breath.
“Don’t,” he growls, his voice strained. “You’re not ready.”
“I’m ready. I swear,” I whisper, shocked at myself and the words I’m saying.
But it’s true. In this moment, warmed by the fire and their bodies, I want nothing more than to feel him inside me. If I’m ever going to lose my virginity, this feels like the most magical way it could happen. I’m surrounded by two hot as fuck alphas, and I’m wanted. I can feel his desperation, which makes me even more desperate for him.
He kisses me again, harder this time, more demanding.
