Summer of the Beast (9 page)

“Would it make him like you, us? I think he should have the choice to come over when he is older.” She tried to wrap her arms around him, but couldn't reach totally around him because of his size.

“It won't change him, just make him stronger till he makes his choice.” He cupped her breast, flicking her nipple with his thumb. “Do you believe the story that was handed down in your family? How could one family be singled out?”

Cruse stepped into the kitchen and pulled a chair out, straddling it. “I've heard a similar story, Frank, and so has Dana and Theodore, but it's different from hers. I don't know if it was just passed down through wolf lines or what, but it was told that three male wolves would be selected to serve a chosen one. This chosen one would guide and bring peace among all. At first we all ignored it until you started talking and making plans to challenge Alfred. The last piece of the puzzle came when Whitnee stepped into the picture. Even today you are wound more tightly then we've ever seen you.”

Theodore and Dana came into the room and sat around the table. “He's right, you know. You're the one to bring peace to all. Didn't you think it odd that Alfred had two vampires helping him out? Wouldn't Christopher put a stop to that? He's supposed to be your friend, but if what the legend says is true, he might see you as a threat, as does Alfred. Maybe that's why they want Whitnee, knowing she is the one thing you would go crazy to protect. If they can bring out your monster, who will follow you then?” Dana leaned back in his chair.

Once again the red haze clouded his mind. The threat of someone hurting Whitnee had him sucking in his breath.

“Easy, big man, I'm right here and all of you are surrounding me.” Whitnee leaned up, kissing his lips.

His gaze focused on hers and he took her mouth hard. He nipped at her lower lip, demanding entrance, and she opened for him. Frank slid his tongue into her mouth, exploring and dueling with hers. He moved his hand into the bottom of her bathing suit and pushed two fingers into her pussy.

She moaned, her breasts rubbed against his chest, and he could feel her nipples harden. Whitnee was on fire; her pussy clenched his fingers, soaking them with her nectar.

He pulled back, breaking the kiss. “We're going to have to stretch you before tomorrow night, Whitnee. I don't want to hurt you.” In and out he moved his fingers, leaning her down to get better access to her pussy.

Frank added another finger to her pussy and she tensed, but only for a minute before she squirmed, thrusting her pussy onto his fingers.

Slowly he stood, holding her upper body with one arm and keeping his fingers in her pussy. He carried her to his office where Dana and Cruse cleaned off the top of his desk. Frank slowly lowered her back to the desk, while Cruse stripped off the bottom of her suit and Dana unfastened her top, exposing her breasts to their view.

“You're so beautiful. Your skin turns a soft pink when you're flushed and excited.” Frank kneeled and licked around his fingers as he fucked her pussy with his hand. “Spread her legs wider, gentlemen.”

Cruse and Dana each grabbed a leg and held onto to it, kissing her skin, while Theodore played with her breasts. “Pinch her nipples and make them stand straight. Soon I want them pierced, along with her clit. Look at how our pussy sucks my fingers, needing more.”

Frank gazed up into her face. “Look at me, Whitnee, and don't look away. Do you want me to slow down or do you want me to fuck this hot pussy harder and quicker with my fingers? Or maybe we should…” Frank wet another finger with her juices and slid it down to her ass, pushing it into her.

“You've never had anyone in here, have you?”

She shook her head. “More, harder, please…” she begged.

“You like it a little rough, don't you, Whitnee? Being held down, hands touching you? Just wait till tomorrow night. Did you know that the steel rod that was supposed to be in my neck is in my cock? Barbells also. Just imagine what pleasure I'll give you tomorrow. I'll fuck your pussy while I have Cruse fuck your ass, or I'll fuck your ass while Dana or Theodore fuck your pussy.”

Goosebumps broke out on her skin and her legs trembled in Cruse's and Dana's hands as she clawed at the desk and little sounds gurgled in her throat.

Frank couldn't believe how lucky he was. She was perfect for them. “Oh, we must not forget about that mouth. We'll have to make sure you're sucking on one of our cocks tomorrow night, or maybe tonight I might let you take the edge off all of us, by sucking us before we tuck you into bed.”

Frank wiggled his fingers inside her and found her secret button. She screamed as he lowered his head and sucked her clit into his mouth, scraping it with his fang. A small amount of her blood dripped on his tongue, her hips jerked, but he held them down, sending another orgasm through her.

Chapter Five

Whitnee couldn't breathe, move, or see straight. Little tremors of pleasure still coursed through her body as Frank slowly removed his fingers, licking them.

“Mm, pure honey, baby, pure honey.” He grinned and slowly helped her sit up. Her nipples were as tender as her pussy. “Why don't you go hop into the pool, Whitnee? It will help with the soreness.” Frank kneeled down in front of her and held her bikini bottom open for her to step into.

On wobbly legs she stepped into the bathing suit and he pulled it up her legs, kissing her skin as he went. “I think I'm going to have to run to the store before tomorrow night and get some toys just for you.” He nipped at her nipple and wrapped the bathing suit top that Dana held out to him around her.

“Tonight we'll make sure you wear a nice butt plug to bed. That way, you'll be stretched by tomorrow. We'll start with a small one, then come in and change it every few hours.” His gaze held hers. “Your nipples are nice and hard.” He brushed his knuckles over them. “Go now, before I take you right now.” He snarled and swatted her ass as he pushed her towards the door.

Whitnee grinned like a fool as she turned back and gazed down his body to land on his cock. “Don't forget your promise to let me suck you dry tonight, boys.” She licked her lips and dashed out the door hearing them growl behind her.

“You'll pay for that, little one!” Frank yelled as he watched her run out to the pool and jump in.

The cool water caressed her overheated body and she moaned, kicking back up to the surface. She opened her eyes. Her mother smiled at her while her father just shook his head.

“Never knew my daughter was a screamer. Takes after your mother, there.” He laughed and she ducked under the water again. Her face heated. Could she be more embarrassed?

Breaking the surface, Whitnee slowly climbed out of the pool and headed to Andrew who played with his trucks. “Hey, little guy, how you feeling? Do you need something to drink?”

His big blue eyes glanced up at her, and he grinned. “Grandma said you were playing hide and seek and that Mr. Stein got you and that's why you screamed. Can we play hide and seek?”

Whitnee moaned and heard Frank laugh behind her. “Sure we can. Why don't you go hide anywhere in the house, as long as it's downstairs, and I'll find you?” Frank picked up Andrew and threw him into the air.

Andrew squealed and laughed as he ran off to find a place to hide when Frank set him down. “Count to twenty!” Andrew yelled before disappearing.

Frank leaned down and whispered, “He doesn't scream half as loud as you. We'll have to make sure your mouth is stuffed tomorrow night. One!” Frank nipped her neck and sat down on one of the lounge chairs, pulling her on top of his lap.

“Two.” Frank glanced over at her parents, who just grinned like fools.

“You two are embarrassing me here.” She squirmed in his lap, getting his pants all wet.

Her mother waved her hand. “Nonsense. Why should you be embarrassed? We're all grown adults here. Do you really think we're prudes? I'll have you know your father here used to own his a private fetish club for a while. We visit it every time we're in Salem.”

Whitnee buried her face into Frank's chest. “Bury me now!”

“Three. Oh come on, Whitnee, you can't be embarrassed about that, not after what I just did to you.” He hugged her.

Eve laughed. “She always was sensitive, but honey, I have a feeling you're gonna get over that shyness real quick with the four of your men.”

“If I remember correctly,” her father said to her mother, “you were also shy until I tied you down to the spanking bench. Just a few swats across that nice round ass and you were screaming like a banshee.” Bran smacked her mother's thigh to prove his point, and she moaned.

“Dad! I can't believe we're having this conversation.” Whitnee shook her head and watched Dana, Cruse, and Theodore come out to join them.

“What conversation? Did we miss something?” Cruse asked, smiling.

“Four. Bran was just telling us about the fetish club he used to own in Salem. It seems our queen is a bit on the shy side.” Frank flipped her around so that she was lying on his chest, ass up. “We'll find out tomorrow night how well you take to spanking. Who knows? Maybe you'll be like your mother there too.” He swatted her ass and she jumped.

“Your men sure do have large hands.” Her mother squealed as her father picked her up and swung her over his shoulder.

“If you'll excuse us, I think my wife needs a little lesson on who's master,” Bran grumbled and swatted her ass as he moved into the house.

“I'm ready, Mr. Stein.” Andrew's small voice broke through their laughter and Whitnee sat up.

“Andrew, are you all right?” She got up and went into the house, searching for Andrew. His voice had been strained and she could hear the wheezing as she got closer to him.

“What's wrong?” Frank moved next to her, as did all of her men.

“Can't you hear him? He's have trouble breathing.” Whitnee turned the corner into the family room moving towards Andrew, but Frank was there before her picking him up.

“Found you, little one.” He frowned and carried him to the sofa.

Sweat covered Andrew's little forehead and he smiled, but couldn't catch his breath. “I'll go get the breathing machine.” She went to move out of the room, but Dana stopped her and turned her around.

“Watch, Frank will heal him.” Dana whispered into her ear and wrapped his arms around her. “He'll be okay.” He kissed her neck as she watched Frank whisper into Andrew's ear.

Andrew closed his eyes while Frank's fang poked a hole in his finger. Frank stuck his finger into the boy's mouth, dripping his blood into it.

Whitnee held her breath and watched slowly as Andrew's breathing returned to normal, his skin color improved, and he started to snore.

Tears slipped down her face as she kneeled beside him. “He's going to be okay?” She brushed Andrew's hair out of his face.

“He'll sleep for a couple of hours, but he should be fine when he wakes up.” Frank cupped her cheek. “I told you I wouldn't let anything happen to either of you, Whitnee, and I meant it. He's my son now and I'll protect him.” Frank stood with Andrew in his arms.

“Come, let's go put him to bed. We can start the grill and get supper cooking while he sleeps. He'll be hungry when he wakes.”

Whitnee watched Frank carry Andrew up the stairs and put him into the large bed, covering him with a sheet. He leaned down, kissing his head.

Right at that minute, Whitnee loved Frank and her men. She turned and left

the room, going to her room to change. Strong emotions whirled around her as she slipped off her bathing suit and hung it up in the bathroom attached to her room.

She stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water, letting the stream of water wash away her tears. Her shoulders shook as the sobs came on all of a sudden, then gentle arms turned her around and she looked up into Frank's face. “I never believed we would find anyone who would want us. I always figured we would be alone, just the two of us.”

Frank smiled and picked her up, cupping her ass. “You'll never be alone, Whitnee. We'll always be there for you.” He kissed her lips and slowly let her down, rubbing his massive hard on.

Her gaze traveled down his body, as she stepped back, and she looked at his cock. “Oh my God, you're huge!” She lowered to her knees and leaned in, licking the head of his cock. “And so thick, mmm.” She reached and cupped his large balls while playing with the barbells on his cock.

“Darling, don't tempt me.” He snarled and yanked on her hair to draw her back.

“Who's tempting you? I want to eat you up,” she whispered and wrapped her mouth around his cock, only taking half of it into her mouth before he hit the back of her throat.
One of these days I'll learn to take him all,
Whitnee promised herself, going up and down on his cock.

He moaned and guided her head up and down his cock. “That's it, baby, nice and tight. Scrape your teeth along the skin gently.”

His balls tightened in her hand and she knew he was close to shooting his load into her mouth. Whitnee squeezed his balls a little harder and raked her teeth against the soft skin as he instructed.

“Drink me, baby!” he cried and released his load into her throat. He pumped three more times into her till he was spent, then pulled out of her slowly. “You have a wicked mouth, baby, but perfect. Now stand up here and let me wash you so we can go start supper.”

Whitnee stood as Frank grabbed the soap and washed her body and hair. By the time he was finished, he had her so worked up and hot that every little touch drove her nuts.

Frank turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. “Come on, baby, time to get you dry and dressed.”

She stood there and glared at him. “Frank, I'm burning up here. Please. I need…” Whitnee begged, but he shook his head.

“No, Whitnee. I didn't give you permission to suck my cock. Now you have to take your punishment and wait.” His large hands surround her waist and picked her up, then set her down on the floor as he proceeded to dry her, touching her in every spot, adding to the fire.

Whitnee had had enough. She slapped his hands away, stormed into the bedroom and dug through the case she had brought. If he wouldn't let her find release, then she would do it herself.

“What are you looking for?” Frank asked, leaning against the wall in all his naked glory.

Grabbing onto her dildo, Whitnee squealed in delight and pulled it out. “If you won't release me, I'll do it.” She moved to the bed, not embarrassed any more, need overrode that, but before her leg even hit the bed, he was behind her and grabbed the toy out of her hand.

“Oh no, you don't. You only play when we tell you to.” He smacked her ass and tossed Dana her toy when he stepped in. “Hide it till tomorrow.” He moved out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

“What the hell did I do? He's so mad.” Whitnee plopped down on the bed, glancing at Dana.

Dana sat down beside her and scooted her onto his lap. “You only released half of his need, Whitnee, if that. Frank is very different from other men. That's why he's so worried about hurting you.” He nuzzled her neck.

“When it takes a man minutes to release his seed, it takes Frank fifteen to twenty minutes before he's spent. The taste you got in the shower was just a taste. He'll be very uncomfortable now and he didn't want to hurt you. He would have swelled larger than you could have taken in your mouth.”

“So I hurt him, but he talked about me sucking his cock earlier.” Her voice was a mere whisper. “All I wanted to do was please him, Dana. He's given me so much already.”

He lifted her chin up and smiled at her. “No, you didn't hurt him. You disobeyed him, but he knew your intentions. Right now, he's close to what was predicted, so he's wound tighter. He'll calm down and, Whitnee, we all would give you the world if we could. Now, go put a nice pretty dress on for us.” Dana set her in front of him and he smiled. “Smile, Whitnee, you'll learn our bodies as we'll learn your body.”

He turned her around and swatted her ass. “And no underwear, Whitnee. Just the dress. You're going to be touched all night and teased for your punishment. It's only fair.”

Whitnee only had three dresses to pick from since she hadn't been able to go to her apartment. “When do you think we'll be able to go to my apartment?” She grabbed the red dress, which had a corset top and slit up each side. The dress came down halfway to her knees, showing off her legs. It was one of her favorites.

Whitnee stepped out of the closet, hooking the back of the dress, and glanced up when she heard Dana's snarl. “Damn, woman, that dress is deadly.”

Dana moved around her and ran his hand across the swell of her breast, then cupped her ass cheeks when behind her.

“Since you like it, how about helping me hook this dress up, please?”

His large hands pushed hers away. “I think we're going to be in trouble tonight. I know my cock is already stretched to max.”

She laughed and turned around, smiling at him. “Well, then, we'll all suffer tonight, won't we?” Whitney tried to wrap her arms around his neck, but even he was too tall to reach. “Damn, I need to get a stepladder if I want to wrap my arms around your neck,” she grumbled.

He laughed and lifted her up. “I like that you are small in height, but big in more important parts.” Dana glanced down at her breasts.

Whitnee wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. “Hmm, you guys will get tired of picking me up.” She kissed his lips and ran her hand through his shoulder-length brown hair. “So, how old are you?”

Dana moved to the door. “In September I'll be one hundred and sixty-two.” He opened the bedroom door and stopped.

“Now I feel like a little kid seeing an old man.” She giggled and nipped his cheek.

“Then what would make me what, since I'm three hundred and forty-two tomorrow?” Frank said behind her.

She unwrapped her legs from Dana and he lowered her to the ground. Whitnee slowly turned around and glanced down at the ground. “I'm sorry I hurt you, Frank. I didn't know. I just wanted to show you how much your gift to me meant.”

Frank sighed. “Look at me, Whitnee.”

Slowly she gazed up to his face to where she had to step back so she wouldn't have to tilt her head back so far.

“Are you scared of me now?” He frowned when she stepped back.

“No, but I can see you better when I step back. Remember me? Midget here, compared to you four.” She grinned up at him.

He threw his head back and laughed. “Come here, Whitnee, right here.” He pointed to right in front of him and she swallowed, stepping forward.

“You didn't hurt me. Your touch is heaven, but as Dana has explained, I'm different, and I didn't want to scare or hurt you. Forgive me for storming out of here earlier.” He picked her up and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs enclosed around him as best she could.

“No forgiveness needed, but you should have told me and I would have continued.” She leaned forward and whispered into his ear. “I have this little secret: I love to suck on cock. I just imagine it's my favorite candy, a lollipop. You know, like that owl in the Tootsie Pop commercial, where you can lick and lick and it never gets smaller.” She teased and he growled. “Hmm, three hundred and forty-two. You sure you aren't taking Viagra or something?”