Stretching the Rules (4 page)

“Forever.” That was Hank, humming the word deep in his chest.

Her boys. God, she wanted them, her cunt aching and empty. Jonah would take her, she just had to goad him into it. He liked a challenge.

She let her nails dig into his sac, just enough to threaten, and Hank jerked beneath Jonah.

“So good,” Hank breathed. “More.”

She gave Hank a grin, knowing it had to show some of how wild they made her, and she pinched Jonah’s sac again.

Jonah growled at her, bit Hank’s shoulder hard enough that she could see the bruise rising. That made her shiver, and her nipples tightened so fast they ached.

Hank howled softly, dancing under Jonah’s weight. They made such a picture of need, their skin shining with sweat.

“Not sure how that’s supposed to stop me, Jonah.” She pinched, harder this time.

“It’s not.” Jonah arched, his cock prodding Hank’s ass. “I just need an outlet.”

“Ah. For your plug?” she teased, and Hank started hooting.

“No plugs.” He did turn to glare at her then. “Not for me, at least.”

“Goofball drama dog. I meant an outlet for your ‘plug.’” She grabbed Jonah’s cock and tugged it. Hard.

Boys.

“Oh.” Jonah barked a laugh. “Slang.”

She leaned down, whispered in Jonah’s ear. “Relax, love. I know you. I would never hurt you, huh?”

“It’s just been too long, Kit. My skin doesn’t fit.” Shadows lurked in his eyes, his pain clear to her. Hiding things from his pack, leaving her and Hank every time he had to go, it weighed on him.

“Let’s make it right again, then.” She rolled him over, straddling his cock and teasing him, sliding her sex over his half-hard prick.

“Yes. Oh, fuck.” Jonah stared up at her, desperate.

Hank touched them both, sliding his hand down where they touched, his fingers grazing her clit, nudging the tip of Jonah’s cock.

She undulated, moving atop Jonah, driving their lover higher and higher. Soon he would take her, take what he needed. She felt it in him, in the way his muscles quivered, in the tenor of his moans.

All she had to do was rock and wait.

Two. Three. Four. Boom. Jonah grabbed her arms and rolled her beneath him, his cock prodding at her cunt.

“Needy.”

Jonah growled loud. “Yes.”

“Then take me, Jonah.”

He kissed her then, taking her mouth by storm even as he thrust his cock inside her. Thick, long, so hard now, he pressed inside her, his hips slapping hers. It was easy to take him in, feel him as Hank touched them both, fingers petting them.

Hank would wait to take his pleasure, their sweet pup, giving them whatever they needed.

Jonah’s fingers wrapped around her hips, dragging her onto his cock. He slammed into her over and over, rutting with her, his movements losing any finesse in seconds.

She did her best to drive him higher, help him lose control. Jonah needed to come so they could settle in and play. Release his tension.

Jonah snapped at her but didn’t bite hard enough to mar her skin. Still in control, even at his most needy.

“Fuck me, Jonah. Harder.”

“Yes. God, yes.” His cock pressed so deep into her she gasped. Her pussy clamped down on him, holding him inside her when he shot. Hot, wet, he was perfect.

She leaned down, took a kiss. “Better?”

Jonah stroked her hip with one hand, his smile perfect. Relaxed. “Much. Thank you.”

“There’s not much a good orgasm can’t help.” She pinched his nipple. “Touch me.”

“My Kit.” Jonah kissed her hard, his tongue invading her mouth while he reached down between them to find her clit.

Hank’s fingers were on her nipples, lips working her spine. Together they sent her flying, and she never wanted to land. Her thighs began to shake and shiver, her clit aching.

Jonah pinched at her then pressed with his thumb, the pressure on her nub more than she could bear. When he circled her clit, the zing shot through her body.

“So wet for us now. So hot. I want you to come, Kit. I want to see and smell your pleasure.” Jonah’s voice was warm honey now, pouring over her.

Such a difference from an orgasm ago.

She smiled when Jonah redoubled his efforts, his fingers working her, his body hot and hard against hers. Hank stroked and petted any skin he could reach.

“Such good puppies,” she moaned, and her teeth sank into her bottom lip.

“Come on, kitty. Give it up for us.” Jonah slid a finger down to where they were still joined, pushing, stretching her.

That little sting, the pressure pushed her over the edge and she roared, letting the sound ring out.

“So fucking beautiful,” Jonah said.

“Ours,” Hank murmured.

“Yeah. Yeah, baby. Ours.”

She was theirs, completely. Every inch of her. She stretched, feeling so good in her skin.

Then she noticed poor Hank humping the air.

“We’re being selfish,” she told Jonah.

“Are we?” The big male chuckled, grabbing Hank and dragging him in.

“Touch me.” Hank twisted against them, clearly at fever pitch from helping them both come.

She rolled off Jonah, letting her boys’ lips meet in a wild kiss. Liv grinned, their ferocity pleasing her. She grabbed a towel, cleaned herself off, then leaned back, wanting nothing more than the beauty of her boys making out.

Jonah grabbed Hank’s hot ass, squeezing good and hard. The soft taps had to feel huge on that hot ass. Hank squirmed, whole body seeming to beg.

“Mmm. Sweet slut.” They made her purr.

Hank laughed, the sound breathless. “I know. I don’t care.”

“I do.” Jonah pushed a finger into Hank’s hole, just like that, opening him up. “I like it, boy. I like you.”

“Please. Like me more.” Hank gasped, pushing back, and Liv had to laugh. Joyful pup.

Jonah laughed, too, adding another two fingers without warning. God they were adorable. Hot. Wonderful.

“Harder. Please.” Hank begged prettily, cock slapping his flat belly.

“You can take everything I give you, pup. I love that.” Jonah was pushing, driving Hank higher and higher.

She scooted over, watching, eyes following Jonah’s touch. Liv felt the heat pouring off Hank’s body, his pleasure irresistible.

“He needs so well.”

Liv traced his belly, his ribs. “He does. He’s beautiful, riding your fingers.”

She pinched the tip of Hank’s cock, playing with him. He loved that, when she pressed his slit closed. Precome slid out in the wake of her touch.

“Remember the rules,” Jonah murmured.

“I remember. I do.” Hank’s legs went hard, tight.

“Good.” Jonah worked Hank’s ass, fingers sliding in and out, making their boy writhe.

Jonah’s free hand landed on Hank’s stomach, bracing him. That way all Hank had to do was ride Jonah’s hand.

She leaned down, lapped once at Hank’s cock.

“Oh!” She thought he might break in half, he arched so hard, but Jonah kept him down. So strong, muscles barely flexing.

Jonah was a flat out stud.

Liv leaned up, tongue on Jonah’s ear. “You know how hot that is?”

“I love how he begs. Makes me want to fuck him.”

“You want me to get you hard again?”

“Mmm.” Jonah laughed. “Hank?”

“I’m y’all’s. I swear. Please.”

“Yeah, Kit. Let’s really give it to him.”

She reached down, pumped Jonah’s cock with a careful touch. Liv knew he’d be sensitive now, his skin still damp from her. She needed to tease him to full hardness. Hank’s ass was tight.

Jonah writhed for her, never letting up on Hank. She needed to find the slick stuff, too. They’d both need it. Oh, she could help get Hank so wet for Jonah’s cock, and they’d slide together so beautifully.

She arched, reaching for the bedside table with her toys, knowing there was a bottle of lube there. Her fingers found it, and she grabbed it so she could get the cap off.

“Mmm. Brilliant lady.” Jonah nodded, grinned. “He needs some.”

“I know. No hurting.” A little dry stretching was one thing. Fucking was another.

“That’s right.” Liv dripped careful drops where those fingers spread her Hank.

Hank moaned, and she was half-surprised that his skin didn’t sizzle, making the drops disappear.

“Mmm.” Jonah’s growl vibrated in her belly. “Give him more.”

“How much?” she teased, dribbling more cool gel on Jonah’s fingers, easing the way.

“That’s good. You going to do my cock for me?”

“Anytime.” She winked, but she knew what he meant. She slicked her palm, then grabbed his dick and worked her hand up and down, feeling him grow even harder.

Jonah was beginning to moan, to drive faster into Hank’s needy hole. She worked lube against the tip of Jonah’s cock, then tugged to get his attention. “Put this in him, Jonah.”

“Demanding woman.”

“Uh-huh. I want to watch.”

Hank rocked up and down, on fire for them. “Now. Please.”

“You don’t come until we say, pup.”

“I know! I know, lady.” His skin was so flushed, so hot, that she had to touch him.

“Easy. Easy, breathe. Jonah’s here, and he wants that perfect ass.”

Hank moaned, pretty eyes rolling.

“Now.” Jonah finally moved, muscling up between Hank’s legs and sliding home.

She was impressed. When she took Hank with her strap on, it was never that effortless.

Hank panted, his body stilling while he clearly fought to hold Jonah inside him. Jonah moaned, kissing Hank hard.

She could see Jonah’s ass, clenching and relaxing, over and over as he moved, his muscles moving smoothly under his skin.

There was no way she wasn’t touching. No. Way. She dragged her nails down along his skin, stroking him.

“Liv. Love how you feel together. Love how you both touch me.”

She nodded to Hank, who reached up for Jonah, fingers flattening out on his chest. They both loved on their wolf, touching and kissing, pressing together closer and closer.  

Jonah’s moan filled the air, sharp, almost a howl. Liv approved. They had him desperate again, ready to burst. Hank was just as bad, sawing back and forth, a desperate creature, needing to come.

She was sated, happy, and eager to watch the show. The boys rocked together, their scent heavy and male, making her nose twitch. She sat back, fingers sliding over her belly.

“Hank. Christ, you’re tight,” Jonah gritted out.

She could see Hank’s belly clench, and Jonah jerked. She knew how tight Hank could get, knew his muscles inside and out.

“Boy.” Jonah growled low, deep in his chest.

“Please.” Hank was begging now, voice rising.

“Mmm. So pretty. Don’t stop.” Liv loved the way they shone in the sun.

“No. No stopping.” Jonah looked feral, teeth clenched. Those gold eyes were lit up, glowing from within. He was so ready, but she knew he’d give Hank his pleasure first.

Jonah pushed hard, hips swiveling, fighting to give Hank what he needed.

Liv helped, reaching down to stroke Hank’s long prick, grinning at Jonah. “Shall we let him come?”

“I don’t know…”

Hank keened softly, rocking faster, trying to get more of her touch and Jonah’s cock.

“Greedy boy!” She pinched again, making Hank howl.

“Come now, Hank,” Jonah said, his voice barely human.

Hank’s eyes fastened on Jonah, checking to make sure Jonah had said what he’d needed to hear. Such as good boy.

Jonah nodded, and Liv added her demand to the mix. “Now, Hank.”

Hank cried out, pulses of spunk spraying over Jonah’s belly. She rubbed the stuff into Jonah’s skin, staring him in the eye and daring him not to come for them.

“Fuck, smells so good.”

They did. They smelled like love.

Jonah groaned, bending over Hank, hips pumping. She watched, her fingers playing with her sensitive clit as she admired. When Jonah finally shot deep inside Hank she was ready for another orgasm, too.

She brought herself off, just a little rush to keep her warm and revved up. It would never do for the boys to be one up on her.

She was multiple orgasm girl, after all.

Jonah glanced at her, his expression happy, a little goofy. “Damn, Kit.”

“Uh-huh. He’s good, huh?” She reached out, ruffled Hank’s heavy, rough hair. She loved how it felt, to pet him, to groom him.

Even more she loved how he let her.

Jonah chuffed softly. “I want to plug him before you get into full on pussycat mode, Kit. There one close by?”

“Drawer under the bed.”

It kept the housekeepers from flipping out.

“Can you reach it for me, lady? I don’t want to slip out.”

It was an enormous amount of fun to throw herself over Hank’s body and wiggle as she ‘searched’ for a nice, fat plug. Jonah’s laugh rang out, and he patted her ass.

“Kit, you’re something else.”

“I’m amazing.” And they knew it.

“Mmm hmm. Slinky.” Hank’s words made her purr, and she used her abs to pull herself up, knowing that it would make both the boys rumbly. It worked, too. Both Hank and Jonah growled softly, the sound erotic as fuck.

The plug was already warming in her hand and she felt a little like a magician’s assistant as she held it up. “Ta-da!”

Jonah chuckled and dragged her in for a wild kiss, the pressure fierce and toothy, threatening to rev her up again. His fingers slid down her arm, taking the plug from her nerveless fingers. “Let me plug him so we can focus on what’s important.”

The way he looked at her left no question as to what, or who, Jonah was referring. She wished she had her makeup on, so her heating cheeks wouldn’t show, but maybe that was the boys’ reward, knowing how much she wanted him.

Jonah slicked the plug without fanfare, pressing it close to his cock where it disappeared inside Hank’s needy, swollen hole. He pulled and pushed in a single, graceful motion, stuffing Hank up.

She applauded as he stood, and Jonah bowed. “Thank you, thank you. Let me clean up; I’ll be right back.”

Olivia cuddled up next to Hank, her fingers on his belly. “So glad he could come and play. I wish he could stay.”

“It’s against pack rules, lady. You, a bit, but me? I’m not even worth feeding to his kind.”

She growled, deep in her throat. “You don’t think he thinks that about you, pup?”