Brandon ’s mouth stopped its torture as well, but only so he could change tactics. Something slapped against her clit, and Josie jumped, almost biting Clint.
Again and again, Brandon slapped and rubbed the head of his swollen cock across her clit. The fire they’d just sated built up again, and suddenly she found herself astride Clint, his rigid rod poking at her sex.
“Ride me, baby.” His smoky eyes held hers as he lifted her and seated her on his cock. Her channel, so wet, took his thick length easily and perched atop him, so deep.
Josie gasped and dug her fingers into Clint’s chest. From behind, Brandon cozied up to her back, the head of his prick poking at her back door. Clint distracted her by gripping her hips and sliding her forward, then back hard.
The motion bumped the head of his cock, buried deep, against her sweet spot. Back and forth he slid her, almost managing to distract her from the wet finger that probed at her rosette.
It felt strange, not bad exactly, but different. She felt a cold dribble down the crack of her cheeks, and wondered at it until the added lube allowed Brandon to pop his finger in.
“Oh.” She couldn’t prevent the gasp as her tight ring stretched to accommodate the intruding finger. Uncomfortable, she squirmed.
“Push out against it,” growled Brandon. She did and found the pressure eased somewhat. Before she could decide if she liked it or not, he popped a second in. She went still, really not sure anymore of this intrusion.
“Bend over and kiss him,” Brandon ordered, his voice strained.
Josie obeyed, leaning forward until her breasts brushed Clint’s chest. His head rose to meet hers and their lips joined in a scorching kiss. Bent forward like this exposed her back door, and Brandon used this to his advantage, working a third tight finger in. Her body had made the transition since the first probing digit from uncomfortable to exciting, erotically so. With Clint’s cock still sheathed in her sex, Josie found herself rocking back against the fingers in her second hole and enjoying it.
As if this were a signal, the fingers slipped out only to be replaced by something thicker. She lost herself in Clint’s kiss, trying to ignore the pushing pressure at her rosette. She did cry out when Brandon finally popped the head of his rod past the tight ring. Big and too tight, that was the only thing she could think of. Worry was forgotten as Clint thrust his hips up into her while Brandon reached under to twist and tweak her nipples.
Overwhelmed with pleasure, she relaxed, and Brandon eased his cock in to the hilt. Josie’s sex spasmed at the full sensation. Quivers that repeated as the guys set a rhythm where one withdrew while the other plowed in. Josie caught between their bodies, just enjoyed the ride.
How could she not? The rub of their skin against hers. The feel of Clint’s and Brandon’s mouths on her neck. The pleasing fullness of their thrusting cocks. The sensory overload of her g-spot being struck. Her body tightened, squeezing them, and as she hit the peak, they bit down on her neck while their cocks spurted hotly within her.
Pain. Pleasure. Heat. And incredible bliss. Josie didn’t have enough breath left to scream as the orgasm of all orgasms rolled over her. And over again. And…
It took her a while to come back down from such bliss, and when she did, she found herself sandwiched between them.
“Wow.” What else is there to say?
Clint chuckled. “No kidding.”
“So, when are we going for a repeat?” joked Brandon.
Josie moaned. “Oh, my God, I don’t think I’ll ever move again.” At his chagrined look, she smiled mischievously. “But don’t worry. As soon as I convince my body to work again, I’m all for trying again.”
Laughter sounded as they all gave in to mirth. After all what wasn’t there to be happy about. Except for one nagging thing. And Josie, the new and improved Josie, found the courage to broach it first.
“I know we’re mated now and everything, but I wanted to say, mate or not, I…” She swallowed, and tears pricked her eyes as she bravely said the words in her heart. “I love you, Clint. And I love you, Brandon, and I am so glad you’ve chosen me as your mate, even if I’m not a wolf or a bombshell or…”
Clint placed a calloused finger on her lips and stopped her. “Oh baby, haven’t you figured it out yet? We love you, every adorable, sexy part of you.”
“What’s not to love?” said Brandon, his tousled blond hair contrasting against Clint’s dark crown as they both stared down at her. In their eyes, she saw the love she craved. And the smoldering heat that promised untold future pleasure.
“Well, in that case, how about we have a shower, and after we’ve locked the doors against visitors, you show me in front of a roaring fire just how much.”
Of course the shower led to slippery, soapy fun. And the impromptu dinner tested the sturdiness of the breakfast bar. But, when they did eventually make it to the rug in front of the roaring flames, they showed her and told her just how much she was loved.
Epilogue
Josie couldn’t wait to show them. She’d practiced in secret with the help of a female pack member who’d befriended her over the last few weeks. It still blew her away to know that she was special now and not just because she could change into any animal or beast she wanted, although that helped.
Every day with words, actions, and thoughtful gestures designed to make her smile, her men showed her just how appreciated she truly was. And like a flower parched for want of moisture, she soaked it up and bloomed.
She wanted to give them something back, and when she trotted out to see them where they waited for her on the front porch, the look on their faces was worth the struggle to learn how to use the powers she’d acquired.
“Oh, baby, you’re gorgeous,” whispered Clint.
Brandon ’s eyes shone with appreciation, and he let out a piercing whistle.
With no care for their clothes, they shifted into their wolves and approached her for a nuzzle. Grinning with her new canines, she yipped at them and took off running, her joyous howl echoed by her lovers who chased after.
How wonderful and amazing my life is now. Her previous fears over just about anything had yet to come back to plague her. It was a wonder what battling a giant spider could do for a girl’s courage. Actually, as it turned out, I always had courage; I just needed the incentive of love to bring it out. And guess what? I’m no longer scared of spiders.
About the Author
Eve Langlais, who is in her mid thirties, has been married 11 years to a wonderful man who gave her three beautiful, but distracting children aged ten, seven and four. A military brat, she was born in British Columbia but ended up living all across Canada. She now resides with her family, that also includes two cats and a guinea pig, in the historic town of Bowmanville, Ontario. If you want to get to know her better visit her website at http://www.Evelanglais.com or friend her on Facebook.
