Page 71 of Feral Werewolves
But after we left, back in the farmhouse, in the warmth of the evenings, gathered in the kitchen or with our bodies smashed together and all of us riding our collective ecstasies, it seemed far off and silly, a worry that I couldn’t quite believe would ever materialize.
Griff would manage. He’d keep everything together. We wouldn’t have to fight.
I hoped it was true.
So, time passed, and I got more and more comfortable in my new home.
And then there was the day that Kestrel and I were looking everywhere for Lazarus and Paladin and we found them together in Lazarus’s room, fucking, which I could have just watched forever, except Lazarus stopped when we walked in.
Kestrel was all apologetic and trying to leave, admittedly, and I was ready to pop some popcorn and settle in for the show. I’d seen them fuck each other while they were shifted but not like this.
It was mesmerizing.
I was all lit up, so while Lazarus was being all weird about it, I was just taking off my clothes.
I pounced on Paladin, putting my mouth on his cock and begging, around his erection, for Lazarus to keep fucking him. Paladin said, “Yes, please.”
Kestrel came into the room again at that point, and Lazarus did it.
Kestrel knelt down behind me and took my pussy from behind. Paladin toyed with my ear, head thrown back, urging Lazarus on, calling him a ‘big boy,’ and alternating between that and telling me that I was ‘inspired’ at sucking cock.
I got Paladin off, and he made Kestrel lift me up so that he could put his mouth on my pussy, and he licked me and licked me and licked down at the base of Kestrel’s cock where it was buried inside my pussy, and licked Kestrel’sballs, and then licked my clit again and then I came like crazy.
And then Lazarus was coming, and Paladin started gasping, “Knot me, knot me, fucking knot me,” and Kestrel started coming inside me, and that was how Paladin and I ended up knotted by the other two men.
All four of us in the afterglow, lying on Lazarus’s bed tied together, stuck. Paladin and I were facing each other, and the others were spooning us, their cocks snugly inside us.
For a while, no one talked.
When someone did talk, it was Kestrel to apologize, because he knew he wasn’t supposed to have come inside me, let alone knotted me.
“Yes,” I said, “you’re a very bad man. I do not forgive you.” I was less worried about it because I’d had my period last week, and I felt as if the birth control was working, and everything was going to be fine.
“Shit,” said Kestrel.
“We’ve all been bad, I think,” said Paladin. “We’re going to have to come clean. I think I’m the only one who knows the extent of it.”
“Extent of what?” said Lazarus.
“I guess one thing is that I’ve been having little sessions like this, stolen sessions with Lazarus and Kestrel,” said Paladin, giving me a crooked grin. “I think they thought you’d be offended or something.”
“No!” I said. “Not at all. I mean, I’d love to be able to watch, but if I can’t watch, I get that, too. I mean, you were all out here first, without me, so it makes sense.” Except for the fact that I was realizing I did not entirely understand the dynamic.
“You’ve been fucking him, too?” said Lazarus to Kestrel.
“What can I say?” said Kestrel, sighing. “I can’t quit that boy.”
I giggled. “Is this the part where we all talk about how you guys are sneaking around to have solo sessions with me?”
“I figured they were,” said Paladin. “I figured if theywere coming after me, they were coming after you.”
“And you and Lazarus, Kestrel? You guys too?”
“No,” said Kestrel, too quick.
“Ouch,” said Lazarus, laughing. “I see how it is.”
“No, it’s not…” Kestrel groaned.
