Werewolf Romance: Wolfess’s Desire (Paranormal Invasion Abduction Contemporary Werewolf Shifter Romance) (Fantasy First Bad Boy Billionaire Comedy Mystery Seduced by Alpha Shapeshifter Short Stories) (37 page)

Tooth nodded. “Yes, we worked it out with the boss.”

“Okay, then, I’ll tell Dorian my answer.”

She led Tooth to the door and then closed it behind him. When she was gone, she threw herself down on her bed. Thinking over everything – Wolf, Wolf, Wolf – she couldn’t help it. She keeled over, holding her belly, and threw herself into a full-on giggling fit.

*****

The eyes, she thought, as she watched Dorian across the office, trying to appear inconspicuous and casual. That’s why they have the same color eyes. She didn’t need to ask one of them to know that she was right. She knew that the chances of those eyes being replicated in two people were low. They were so blue-white, so utterly inhuman that she felt slightly silly for not seeing before that something wasn’t right.

And what? You were meant to jump from slightly odd-looking eyes to werewolves? Give yourself some credit. Not even Einstein would have made the quantum leap between eyes and lycanthropy. She knew that was right, and so didn’t feel too silly for the rest of the day as she got on with her work. She still had to make her decision, and pondered it with more indecision than decision, having no idea what to choose. Should she go with the wolf-men, or should be back off? Oh, how she wanted to be with the two of them.

But then… a threesome with two basically unknown men. What would that make her? What would she think of herself? What would other people think of her? These were thoughts she wished didn’t invade her mind, but did so nonetheless: the kind of thoughts she wished she could banish forever into a region unoccupied by her own consciousness, and the kind of thoughts that persisted in pushing themselves to the forefront of her mind. She sighed and leaned back, and rubbed her eyes, and tried not to look at Dorian.

There must be a way for her to do this and feel okay about it, mustn’t there? She knew some women would laugh at the way she was pondering what should have been a simple decision. There were two hot men, and they both wanted her. What was the problem? And yet she couldn’t bring herself to just say yes. There was nothing else for it; she had to talk to someone about it.

That night, she rang Jessica. She left out all the werewolf stuff, and instead told her that there were two hot guys who wanted to try a threesome with her. She told Jessica that she wanted to, but she was scared of what others and her reflection would say and think. She told Jessica that she wanted it, badly.

Jessica laughed. “There is no choice, is there? If you want it that badly, why not just do it? As long as you know they’re safe and won’t do anything to hurt you, why shouldn’t you try it? I tell you what. How about we have a system? You invite them over to your apartment – we agree a time – and if you don’t call me an hour, or half an hour, or whatever after they’ve arrived, I call the cops. That way, at least you know help will arrive if they do turn out to be psychopaths.”

Somehow, Daisy knew they weren’t psychopaths, knew that everything they were saying about being Wolves was true, but she agreed to the proposition. What harm could it cause? And it would be an ideal failsafe. That way she could enjoy it all the more. She told Jessica the time and day (tomorrow). Then she went to bed and curled into her comfy reading position.

The next day at work she nodded to Dorian across the office to meet her near the toilets. Angela winked at her and she blushed furiously. When they met in the hallway, alone, Daisy told Dorian the time, and told him that it had to be at her apartment. She waited to see if there would be any resistance, but there was none. She took that as a good sign and went back to work.

That night as she stood in front of the mirror in sexy lingerie that she hadn’t worn in years – spinning to get a look at her ass and then at her breasts – she wondered what the hell she was doing. She wondered what her ex-husbands would say if they could see her now. Do I really care about that? she asked herself. One ruined my self-esteem for a long time; the other ruined my academic life. They can go to hell as far as I’m concerned. And even though she knew that was true, she still felt their eyes on her as she sat in the lounge with a loose-fitting flowing dress on (which would be easy to pull over her head, revealing the lingerie).

Part of her was worried that they wouldn’t turn up, but she needn’t have worried. Exactly at the agreed-upon time there was a knock at the door. She answered the door and there stood Tooth and Dorian, with their animal-ice eyes and muscular bodies. “Come in,” she said, and led them into the lounge. “Would you like a drink?”

They sat and made conversation as they drank their wine, and then Daisy – without a word – stood up and walked into the bedroom. She heard their footsteps behind her. They seemed to synchronize with her heartbeat: thump-thump-thump, thump-thump-thump.

When she was in the bedroom, she turned and faced them. Dorian smiled; Tooth looked serious, intent, very much like a wolf regarding its prey. Tooth kicked the door closed.

Daisy was alone with the Wolves.

*****

Tooth came to her first, moving across the room with the grace and determination of a wolf. He put his hand on her leg and rubbed up, up, under her flimsy dress and touched her clit through her underwear. Dorian followed, moving behind her, and grabbing her ass with both hands, pressing the soft flesh. Daisy moaned out and reached down and touched their cocks: one hand behind her pressed against Dorian’s, the other pressed against Tooth’s. It was impossible to tell whose was bigger, but they were both huge. Daisy swallowed with fear and excitement. They were rock-hard, pressing against their pants.

Daisy rubbed them hard and the Wolves groaned. Tooth pulled down her sexy lingerie, not caring about the frills and decoration, only wanting what was underneath. Dorian pulled her dress over her head and threw it to the floor, and then – with a one-handed expert move – undid her bra. He reached around and grabbed her breasts as Dorian rubbed her clit. Daisy bit down – absorbing the pleasure, feeling it in every part of her – and rubbed their cocks even faster.

Without warning, Tooth pushed down on her shoulders. Daisy fell to her knees, guided by Tooth’s supporting hand, like they were doing some kind of dance. He pulled down his pants and his cock sprang up. Daisy looked around and saw that Dorian had pulled his pants down, too. Their cocks pointed almost straight up. Daisy turned to her side and grabbed their naked cocks, squeezing hard and pumping her arms up and down. The Wolves groaned louder and this spurred her on to rub even harder.

Then she turned to Tooth’s cock and put it inside her mouth. It was far too big to deep throat, as she had heard was all the rage these days, so she sucked the tip and worked the base with her hand, twisting and pumping. Then she turned and took Dorian’s cock in her mouth. Dorian bent down so his hard-muscled belly was in her face and grabbed her breasts as she sucked him. The room filled with sucking and moaning sounds.

Tooth lifted her and put her on the bed, and then knelt down before her vagina, regarding it like a work of art. And his tongue was as light as an expert paint stroke at first, brushing her clit. As Tooth licked her clit – slowly gaining intensity – Dorian lay on the bed next to her and planted his lips on hers whilst touching her breasts, pinching the nipples. Daisy moaned as her tongue danced with Dorian’s and Tooth’s tongue danced over her vagina. She pressed her legs tight together, locking his head in place.

He pushed his head hard into her vagina, licking her clit faster and faster. Dorian broke off the kiss and then grabbed her breasts and began sucking the nipples. Daisy reached down and rubbed Dorian’s cock, slick with her spit. She rubbed it harder and harder, and then Dorian whispered: “Who first?”

Tooth parted her legs and stood up. “Me,” he said, and found a condom on the bedside table, where Daisy had left them. He quickly put it on and then leaned over her. “Are you ready?”

Biting her lip, she nodded.

Tooth slid inside of her, his hair hanging down in her face. She bit the hair as his cock parted her vagina. At first the pain was intense, and then she opened to him and her body filled with a hot, tingling pleasure. She held her legs in the air as he began to thrust. He pushed deep inside of her, into her sweet spot. I’ll come soon, she thought, and no sooner had she thought it than she was coming all over his cock. As she came, Dorian climbed on the bed and put his cock in her mouth. She took it in her mouth without thinking, bobbing her head up and down and looking at him through pleasure-hazed eyes.

He looked back down at her with penetrating, hard blue eyes, his strong jaw set. She sucked his cock faster and faster. Tooth grabbed her thighs and rammed into her harder and harder, fucking her sweet spot, pounding it, causing jolts of pleasure to pulse through her. With her free hand – the hand that wasn’t working Dorian’s cock – she grabbed Tooth’s chest, feeling the rippling muscle.

How had I debated this? a dim part of her thought through the pleasure. How had I thought about not doing this? This is awesome! Why in the name of God would I have turned this down? Why in the name of—Tooth fucked her ever harder, something she didn’t know was possible, and she came again – hard – having to release Dorian’s cock for a moment.

Then Dorian stood and began putting a condom on his cock. He nudged Tooth aside. Tooth growled, and Dorian growled back, and for a moment Daisy could see the Wolves in them, the animal part of them that was so clear when you looked into their eyes. Dorian grabbed her and spun her onto her front, on all fours. Funny, she thought. I thought Dorian would be missionary, and Tooth would be doggy.

Then his cock slid into her, slamming her sweet spot. Tooth climbed into the bed and knelt before her, putting his cock in her mouth. She braced her hands on his belly and just opened her mouth, letting the force from Dorian’s thrusts push her onto Tooth’s cock. Tooth grabbed hair, not hard, but not soft, either, and pushed his cock as far into her mouth as it could go. She choked and coughed, and yet she found that she liked it.

Dorian grabbed her ass, making animal breathing noises, his hands moving over her flesh. She looked up and saw Tooth’s face: animal lust, mad, unbound lust. She knew she was being ravaged by two Wolves – two wild things – and it felt fucking amazing. Dorian pounded harder, harder—

Daisy squeezed her eyes tight-shut as the orgasm swept through her. Dorian just kept fucking her, either not knowing or not caring that she was coming. He slapped her ass, but just soft enough so it didn’t hurt. By the way he was grunting – not unlike a hungry animal – Daisy thought he wanted to spank her harder, but knew that Wolves couldn’t harm her. It was a strange, silly thought, and yet it brought a great deal of comfort into the midst of her euphoric gyrations.

She stroked Tooth’s cock even faster, and before she knew it he was moaning loudly and her mouth was filling with come. She pushed back on Dorian as Tooth’s cock ebbed and wilted, shooting his come into her mouth. Dorian moaned once more—and then went silent. A second later he was moaning and clawing at her ass cheeks. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He collapsed forward onto her back, resting his head in between her shoulder blades. Then it was all over and they were getting dressed and it already started to seem like a dream to Daisy. Had that really just happened? She doubted she would believe it once they had left. Then she went to the bathroom to clean up. A mirror hung over the sink. She made to look at herself in it – perhaps she needed to wash her face – and found that she couldn’t. Literally could not look in the mirror. For a terrified second she attributed this to the supernatural. Then she quickly glanced at herself, and realized it was not magic but disgust.

What are you, some kind of slut? the reflection seemed to say. Are you some kind of whore, some kind of sick pervert? How do you do something like that and still look at me, Queen Reflection? Don’t you know I’m going to judge you just like the rest of the world is? You make me sick, Daisy. Please don’t look at me anymore. I don’t want to have to deal with your sick, depraved eyes on mine.

Daisy swallowed – really quite offended that the first person to reject her was her reflection – and then returned to the apartment proper. When she saw Dorian and Tooth sitting on the couch, a little tired-looking, a little disheveled, but basically the same, something in her snapped; and all her self-loathing came pouring out like water from a collapsed dam.

“Get out,” she mumbled, and they glanced up innocently. “I’m sorry—but—get out.” She spoke with more force now. “I need you both to leave, please.” And even to herself she sounded rude, abrupt, but she couldn’t stop herself. Suddenly their presence here seemed unnecessary. Daisy felt intuitively that their presence had an integral link with the judging face in the mirror, and she didn’t like it. “Get out,” she repeated.

“Daisy—” Dorian began. Tooth just shrugged.

“No,” Daisy said. “Just—just get out—please.”

Dorian sighed and rose to his feet; Tooth followed him. Daisy followed them to the door. Dorian tried to say something, but she closed the door when his mouth was half-open and locked it behind them. Then she went into the bathroom and jumped into a scolding-hot shower.

What is wrong with me? she asked herself.

But there were the words, again, those women-hating words that shouldn’t have mattered to her but did: slut, whore, etc.

After the shower she changed her sheets and lay in bed, trying to feel clean. She had enjoyed it. Why did she feel so bad about it?

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