“So good,” Branson says and looks at Elias’s fisted cock.“Fuck ...fuck her, Elias.”
“That’s my plan.”
Branson looks at me.“Once he’s in, he’s in until he comes.It might feel a little strange, but it will be good.”
Elias makes a low growling sound, positions his thick cock at my entrance, and then drives in deep on one determined plunge.
“Oh!”I grip his biceps and stare up at his face.His hair hangs forward and his eyes are glazed.
He pulls back, a fraction, that’s as far as he can.Barely a few millimeters.
Branson was right, it does feel strange, but it’s so dense and heavy and his body rubs on my clit making me gasp with a new wave of pleasure.I can sense the flare of his glans.Hard and ridged and preventing him from pulling out or even pulling back.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he says against my lips.
“Yes.”I clasp his hard buttocks.
Branson is watching, looming right beside us.
I have a need for him too.To have all three of us entwined, touching, seeking pleasure like never before.
But before I can say or do anything, Elias is thrusting with urgency.The power of his hips shoves me up the bed until my head touches the wall.
“Ah ...ah, yes...”He makes a low animalistic sound and then shudders and lets out a roar.
Another smaller orgasm besieges me.He’s like no one I’ve ever been with before.No way.Off the scale in all departments.Perhaps fate or Mother Nature or destiny really has thrown us together.
Elias collapses with his face in the crook of my neck.He’s heavy but for a moment I relish that and hold him close.
Branson steps back and wipes his forearm over his brow.He shakes his head slightly.
“Are you okay?”I ask from underneath Elias.
“I never thought it would be so hot to see him with a woman ...I thought I’d be jealous as fuck, but no.”He shakes his head.“Not with you, and I don’t know why.”
“I wish you’d join us,” I say and wriggle as I struggle to breathe.
“Sorry.”Elias lifts.“I forget my weight.”
I smile at him and then hold out my hand to Branson.
My apartment buzzer goes off.
“You expecting someone?”Elias asks with a frown.
“No.”I squirm.“No way, not this time of night.”
Branson sniffs the air.“I think it’s another wolf.”
“What?You can’t possibly know that from up here.”Elias sits and reaches for his clothes.
Branson shrugs.“You should have more faith in cats.”
Elias huffs and stands, dragging up his pants.
I slip from the bed and try to tame my hair.“I should see who it is.”Another wolf?Really?How many more shifters could I handle?
