Under the Alpha's Protection (Steamy Werewolf Shifter Menage Romance) (3 page)

“Finish what I…?” The realization was dawning on him now.

Weakly, I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him close, whispering into his ear. “Fuck your princess, you brute. Don’t
make
me tell you twice.”

~

I expected hesitation, perhaps, but there was none. Langdon’s powerful lips crashed against mine, but I sensed quickly that I was not going to be the one in charge – and I felt that appropriate. His mighty embrace swamped me into his thick, rippled arms, and I succumbed immediately to the intensity of his need. As our bodies pushed together, I felt his rock-hard passion pushing against my skin, demanding my touch. I reached down with an errant hand and outlined it against his jeans, tantalizing it as his tongue flooding into my mouth, dancing against my own. His musk filled my senses, commanded me to submit to him.

And submit I did.

His hands pushed down onto my shoulders, dropping to my knees in front of him.

“Pull it out,” he requested.

I could have flipped the dominance, but chose instead to allow him to subjugate me. Unzipping him quickly and unbuckling his belt, I tugged his jeans down his thighs, determined to unsheathe his weapon. What a weapon it was. Springing to life in its totality when released from its prison, his raging cock was horrendously long with an impossibly thick girth. It called for me, desiring more.
Take me. Touch me. Please me.

“Use it,” he commanded, and I obeyed.

My lips parted around the bulbous head of his bobbing cock, and I tasted the droplet of his anticipation, sequestered over his slit. Its saline taste pleased me, as if a droplet of seawater, but something quite more. Within that drop was the first burst of his aching passion, and I knew that there was much more to come.

His hands were in my hair now, urging me down. My body shuddered. Descending down his shaft, I took half of his length into my mouth, my tongue sliding along it all the while. I withdrew now, not letting it leave my lips. Down again, then up. I concentrated on the motions, learning how they would feel, how I would react if I went down a little harder
this
time, perhaps came up a bit faster
that
time. I learned quickly, adjusting my body, the tightness of my lips around his cock, how my tongue flicked along his frenulum as I pulled back.

He needed more. Pushing me down harder, pulling me up faster, he did not appreciate the slow, steady approach. He used my mouth, propelling me gradually towards a poisoning speed, my lips flying up and down his cock. When he was finally satisfied with the depth and speed, his hands stopped forcing me, and I clasped my fingernails to his hips, clenching inward. I heard his groan as his fingers brushed my hair now. My bobbing on his shifter shafter was drawing growls, sometimes the odd little gasp, but it was clear that I was doing the proper job now.

The others watched. I couldn’t see them from my vantage point, but I could hear them, even sense them. They were stroking their own thick, juicy cocks, eagerly watching with a mounting hunger. They wanted a piece of me too, but I couldn’t possibly handle ALL of them…

A few minutes of blowing Langdon’s thick cock later, he drew me up to my feet. Kicking off the rest of his jeans, he grasped me tight to him, his lips inseparable from my neck.

“More,” I begged. “I need more.”

“Oh?” He murmured into my ear, his tongue teasing along the edge. “You want more, do you?”

“Mhmm…”

I was suddenly scooped up from behind, pulled away from him. My arms reached out to him instinctively as I cried out, but he was strolling towards me as I was laid down on the grass. The other two were holding me down, their mouths descending upon my breasts. Clutching them with nimble, dexterous fingers, their lips wrapped around my puffy, aching nipples and teased both nubs together — biting ever so gently, sucking warmly, and tonguing playfully. I pulled my arms free just enough to pull both of the shifters into my embrace, their heads caught in the crooks of my elbows as I grasped into their hair.

“Oh my god…” I mustered up from my throes of bliss, feeling both shifters worship my pillowy breasts. “Don’t stop, please, don’t…just…”

I felt two incredibly strong hands clamp around my legs, just south of my kneecaps. Prying my legs apart, it was Langdon, who was reaching down to kiss my lower stomach. He peppered his way down my body, hovering around my wet, aching chasm before continuing downward, becoming fascinated with the interiors of my thighs. His kisses were powerful now, longing, pressing into my skin with such ferocity and might that they sent shivers down my spine.

Another flick across my nipples, and my spine arched, my hands grasping into the tufts of Langdon’s curly hair. He continued to kiss away inside my thighs, unwilling to rise up sooner, and my hands settled back where they were — clutching the heads of the shifters pleasing my ample chest. Soon, however, he rose up higher, lapping lightly at the juices that had begun running down my creases, and I anticipated his hot, steamy breath on the exposed lower lips of my crushing need…

His lips found my hood, and his tongue expertly discovered my clitoris. Sliding against it powerfully, teasing it with various levels of stiffness, Langdon manipulated it with dexterity. My hands couldn’t stay where they were — they
needed
to be guiding him, clenching into him, holding him close. I grasped his hair again, digging my fingertips against his scalp as they grasped at his curls.
Don’t stop
, they silently begged.
Please, just keep doing that
.

Another flick, another twitch of the spine. I bucked my hips into his, and before I could indicate that my clit was growing too sensitive, he understood. Pulling himself slightly further down, his lips married with my own, sliding his wet tongue into the pool of juices that was my sopping pussy. He lapped away at them with a gentle, yet almost ravenous need. His tongue penetrated deeper into me, flatly working my folds, until he finally pulled himself free. For a moment, I was afraid that was it, that the pleasure was going away, but then I felt his stiff finger push into my body.

Another fresh set of shivers, another spark down my spine.

There were two fingers now, two beautiful, calloused fingers, gliding into my body and working my g-spot. I clenched into the hair of his head even harder now, pulling him back to my clitoris. I knew it was sensitive; I knew it would resist. But I needed it too much.

He sucked the engorged nub as he worked me with his fingers, and I felt a crushing orgasm spiral down my body, focusing on my pussy until I bucked. Holding him tightly into my yearning slit, I rode the wave of bliss until I dropped my head back down to the floor, temporarily fulfilled.

But I knew, as soon as I did, that they expected the same. All of them.

“That was fantastic,” I murmured, knowing what was to come. The other two shifters, who had been fulfilling my breasts so far, were withdrawing now. They pulled themselves to their feet as Langdon rose up from between my thighs. In the moonlight, his rugged shoulders were imposing, and I could appreciate his sheer height and build.

And for the first time, I was intimidated.

Parker and Adrian scooped me up from the earth, carrying me up into the air. I wasn’t sure what they were doing as they supported me on either side, their arms under my thighs. The seemed to be suspending me in the air as I held onto their shoulders with either arm, but then I felt Langdon’s cock. It was gripped in his hand, sliding along my slit in a rolling, teasing fashion.

They were offering me to their alpha.

I felt the head of his cock penetrate slowly, the head sliding into my wet pussy. My hips were being lowered now, as they supported me downward onto their leader’s thick shaft. It was already stretching my walls, pushing me to the outer edges of my comfort.

But I knew he needed it…and I needed it too.

They handed me off, as he took each of my thighs into his strong, muscular hands at the same tine. He was less gentle now, lifting my hips and dropping them to meet his rising needs. My hands wrapped backwards, embracing his neck behind my back as his crushing girth pushed up into my quivering lower lips. I wanted him so badly,
needed
him, that I bit through the pain and allowed my body to slowly adjust to the tempo. Every moment that I was almost comfortable, he pushed it faster and harder. It was a constant, exhilarating challenge. And as my chest heaved and my body bounced against his firm, stacked torso, I could see the others watching. I was completely on display for them, my nipples in a constant state of movement, and they were stroking themselves while hungrily eying me.

They wanted a turn. Badly.

Langdon placed me back on my feet, guiding me down onto all fours. Positioning himself behind me, I felt the insertion of his thick cock as it reasserted himself within my quivering pussy. My fingers clamped into the grass as he powerfully fucked me, demanding everything from me with each and every thrust.

But my chin was pulled up from the ground, and the helmet of another thick cock was pressed to my lips. My eyes lifted upwards. It was Parker, determined to dominate my mouth. My lips obeyed, parting around his uncompromising girth. His hands controlled me, grasping a fistful of my hair and guiding my lips down his shaft
hard
, before pulling them back up, then back down again. He set a fast rhythm, and I relaxed my jaw and struggled to match it.

What made it tougher was the intensity of Langdon’s mammoth thrusts. Each powerful clap of our skin set ripples down my mind that shattered my focus. The energy surged down my spine, reducing my limbs to weak, trembling masses that could barely keep me up on all fours. But I knew that failure to meet their needs was unacceptable. Each and every time he hilted his thick, juicy cock inside me made me want to burst with passion, and despite the other member that filled my throat, a guttural moan began to emanate out from the bottom of my chest.

Langdon dropped to the floor, and his hands grasped at my arms. Pulling me to a straddle on his hips, he forced my hips down ihard around his cock again, and my body trembled with passion. But this time, I didn’t have to support myself so much, so I allowed my knees to slip into a comfortable position as I let my body settle in around him while he began overpowering me again.

Parker couldn’t hold off too long, and just as I was wondering about him, I felt his hand clasp around my jaw and force my lips down around his shifter shaft. He was even rougher now, lunging straight towards a powerful tempo that challenged what I could handle. As my throat engulfed his cock, I wondered how close to the edge he was.

There was a pressure near my backdoor. Pulling myself free from Parker’s delicious, salty shaft, I spotted Adrian behind me. Having sickened his fingers with his own saliva, he was worming one of the thick, calloused digits into my asshole.

“Be gentle,” I pleaded, eying him cautiously.

“It will only hurt a little…but you’re going to love this,” he murmured.

Parker reasserted himself, drawing my mouth back onto his sickened shifter dick. While he held my head in place and powerfully thrusted into my throat, Langdon continued pumping away beneath — his own massive cock stretching my walls to the point of stinging pain. But the pain intermingled with the pleasure, and brought me continuously higher in my own bliss. Meanwhile, Adrian finished working his strong finger into my asshole, pushing away inside and teasing my rim with the pressure. Soon, I felt him slide in another, equally wet already, and I realized that he was right: it did hurt a little, it
was
slightly uncomfortable, but it felt incredible in juxtaposition to the steamy erection that was pummeling my pussy.

Langdon’s bucking grew stronger beneath me. Our hips kept crashing together into a furious barrage as I rolled them against his with each thrust. His fingers clenched into my bare, sweaty skin, and I gasped with pleasure at their mild bite. I could barely concentrate on the cock that was bludgeoning my throat, but luckily Parker was still holding my head in place. With each powerful movement against my face, his cock thrusted deeper beyond my lips, making me almost gasp for air as my breasts heaved with delight.

The fingers pried my hidden star open, and I felt the pressure of Adrian’s cockhead. It was poking into my hole, the rim of my ass barely bracing it as he kept me held gaping open with the fingertips. I tried to struggle free enough to confront him, demand his gentleness once again, but I had to simply trust in him.