Werewolves of Forever 06 - Wild Lust

us. Can you smell her juices?”
    “Yeah. She’s hot for us.” Reese inhaled, closing his eyes as a blissful expression came over him. “She smells like honey and—”
    “Pussy.” Blane chuckled. “I don’t know any other way to describe her fragrance. Honey mixed with pussy.”
    The men kept their attentions on her pussy as they murmured words of how much they wanted her and what they planned to do with her. The way they spoke made her think they wanted years of pleasure with her. But how could that be? Once she got Shannon, she’d leave and never see them again. Tears sprang to her eyes, and one lonely tear tracked its way down her cheek. She wiped it away.
    “What’s wrong?” Reese laid his palm on top of her stomach.
    “Do you want us to stop?” asked Blane.
    “No. I’m just being silly.” Taking each man’s hand, she laid them on her breasts. “Touch me. I want to feel your hands on every inch of me. Your tongues, too.”
    They did as she asked, playing with her breasts and nipples then sliding their hands along the length of her. Their touches relaxed her yet turned her on at the same time. Reese pressed his hand on top of her smooth mons then slid it in between her legs and over her pussy. She jerked, and her pussy clenched to have him put his fingers inside her.
    They kept on massaging her, playing with places on her body she hadn’t realized were erogenous. Amazing her, they brought her to the edge of climax with just their touch.
    “Tongues. I need your tongues on me.” She sat up, grabbed their hair, and tugged their faces to her body.
    Reese groaned and took her nipple into his mouth. He held her breast with both hands and devoured the taut bud, using his tongue and his teeth to savage it.
    Blane flicked his tongue over her other nipple then tracked it along the curve of her body. He paused at the swell of her hips and nibbled at the tender skin. Keeping his tongue on her, he followed his hands down the side of her, over her thigh, and close to her pussy. Close, but not close enough.
    “One of you get between my legs. I need a good tongue-fucking.”
    Reese lifted his head, his blue eyes filling with bits of amber. “You’re ours, and we’ll do what we want.”
    Before she could utter another syllable, he crushed his mouth to her. The kiss, reminiscent of their first kiss, drove away any thought of control. Slanting his head, he took her mouth, her tongue, leaving her no doubt that he was in charge.
    She mewled as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She halfheartedly tried to fight for dominance in a game of tongue twister, but he soon had her giving in. She was defeated yet victorious at the same time. He paused long enough to draw in air then took her mouth again.
    She’d never dreamed two men could want her so much. She’d never dreamed that she could want any man as much as she wanted both Reese and Blane. Whatever the future held for them, she’d treasure their time together for the rest of her life.
    Blane trailed his tongue along her leg as he moved to the foot of the bed. Kissing her leg, he edged between her legs and took them over his shoulders. His face was close enough to her pussy to make her pussy weep for his touch. He gave it to her, first by flicking his tongue over her clit once then by blowing a long, slow breath on it.
    She broke the kiss apart for much-needed air. “Reese, give me your cock.”
    He tilted his head at her in that sexy way he had. “Orders? Again?”
    She couldn’t have cared less who gave the orders as long as she got what she needed. She’d beg if she had to. “Please.” Dragging her tongue over her upper lip broke down any idea he might’ve had to refuse her.
    Reese straddled her chest and took her breasts. Pushing his enormous cock between her tits, he eased his cock closer to her. She lifted her head to reach for the bulbous tip, and Reese pushed the pillow under her head to help ease the strain to lift her head up.
    She flicked her tongue over the end to catch the glistening pre-cum hanging on the tip. At the same moment, Blane pressed his mouth over her clit. Gasping, she brought her teeth down on Reese’s cock hard enough to send him jerking backward.
    “Hey, watch it! My cock’s not made of iron, you know.”
    She put on a sheepish face. “Sorry. Blane, oh, yeah. Blane just sucked—oh, hell, yeah!”
    Reese gave her his cock again. “No more biting. At least don’t bite hard.”
    She shoved down a giggle, but