Werewolves of Forever 06 - Wild Lust

softer to lie on. Are you sure you don’t want to go back to our ranch?”
    “Blane?”
    “Yeah, bro?”
    “Shut the fuck up.”
    She grinned at Blane and reached out for him as she bounced against Reese’s back. Their fingertips touched and, as always, the electric sizzle erupted between them. As if having to stand and look at their muscular physiques and long cocks hadn’t already started her pussy juices flowing, the connection she felt with each man sent her lust soaring.
    Reese lowered her feet to the ground. “Strip. Now.”
    She took her shirt and pulled it slowly over her torso, giving them a show. But they were too hungry to wait. Reese tore her shirt away while Blane lifted her feet and tugged her shoes off. Together they rid her of every stitch of clothing, leaving her naked and vulnerable. But her vulnerability vanished when she gazed into their eyes and saw the love they had for her.
    She sank to her knees in front of them and licked the palms of her hands. Reese stiffened while Blane arched his pelvis forward, but both men’s focus was on her. Wrapping her fingers around each cock, she slid her hands down to the curly bases. At once, their cocks sprang to life, growing fuller and thicker with each stroke.
    She pumped them harder and flicked her tongue over the tip of each mushroomed head. They were silent except for their heavy breathing. Each time she leaned toward one of them, he’d run his fingers through her hair and try to keep her with him. But the other brother wanted his share, too, and would draw her back to his side.
    “Easy, guys. I have enough mouth for both of you.”
    Their chuckles warmed her almost as much as the sight of the blue-veined dicks pointing right at her. She dragged Reese’s cock into her mouth first and closed her eyes. Circling her tongue around him, she brought in his unique taste, committing it to memory. He growled when she withdrew his cock and traded it for Blane’s. They tasted similar, but each man’s flavor was different enough to be distinct. Reese’s had a tangy flavor while Blane’s was spicier.
    She urged them to move closer together and kept gliding her hand along Reese’s cock as she dragged Blane’s dick in and out of her mouth. Both men had a hand entwined in her hair, caressing her as they held her to them.
    She released Blane’s cock with a loud pop then cast a glance at the men. Giving them a mischievous smile, she moved back and forth between them, nibbling on Reese’s cock then switching to Blane’s. She tasted pre-cum and swirled her tongue over the tip of Blane’s cock.
    “Damn, woman, you’re wilder than I’d hoped.”
    She sucked in Reese’s cock then dragged her teeth over the flexible skin as she cupped his balls with one hand and stroked Blane’s cock with her other hand. She’d show him wild tonight and every night after.
    “Charlie, I need more than a hand job.” Blane’s voice was filled with yearning as he closed his hand over hers and eased her hand off his cock.
    “Speak for yourself, bro.” Reese thrust his hips toward her, driving his cock deeper into her mouth.
    “Fine. That just leaves more pussy for me.” Blane edged to her side and fell to his knees. He fondled her breast and slid his other hand over her bottom and into the crease between her butt cheeks. “Her pussy and her ass.”
    Reese snarled and pulled his cock away from her. “Not a chance, bro. Not a chance.”
    “Hey. How about what I want?” Her complaint held no real grumble to it. As long as they made love to her any way they wanted, she’d love it.
    Reese’s eyes were flecked with amber. “You know what? I think our girl needs a lesson.”
    “A lesson about what? Making love?” She laughed at the ridiculousness of his statement. “I don’t think so.”
    “Not about love. You’re very good at that. I’m talking about listening to your mates.”
    “Reese is right. That’s the way it is in our world. The men call the shots and the woman obeys. You need to learn that.” Blane moved his hand to dip a finger into her butt hole. “Plus, I think you need a consequence for running off like that.”
    “I didn’t run off. I just needed time to think.”
    Reese shook his head. “Doesn’t matter what you wanted. You could’ve gotten killed or worse.”
    “What’s worse than killed?” A tickle of nervousness tightened her body.
    “What if he’d bitten you? He could’ve changed you into a werebear.” Blane bent over to