Alpha Queen (Claimed by Wolves 4)

He lets out another noise that makes me grin, and this time, Archer and Dare make sounds too. Shifting my weight a little, I sit back on my heels and lean forward to drag my tongue across the rounded tip of Trystan’s shaft, over the little slit that runs up the center and then around the entire thing. He sucks in a breath through his nose when I wrap my lips around him, continuing to swirl my tongue over the soft skin of his cock.

I tease him for a little while, exploring him with my mouth, learning the taste and feel of him. There’s a large vein that runs along the top of his shaft, and I lick that too before I swipe my tongue over his crown again. This time, the taste is slightly salty, and I shiver as his cock pulses in my hand.

He’s breathing harder when I pull away, and I look up through my lashes to see him gazing down at me with a ravenous expression in his eyes.

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he murmurs.

I flush a little with pride. Whether it’s due to my actual skill or just because of the desire that flares between us like a wildfire, I can see how much having my mouth on his cock affected him.

Emboldened, I glance at my other two mates. Their gazes are locked on me again, and Archer is palming his hard cock through his pants, dragging his hand up and down as if he couldn’t wait for a little relief.

But I want to be the one to give it to him. I already tasted Trystan. Now I want to taste Archer and Dare too.

Moving toward my blond-haired mate, I take his hand and pull it away from his body. He doesn’t resist at all, and when I undo his pants and free his heavy cock from the constraints of his clothes, he tips his head back, his eyelids drooping.

I take my time exploring him, just like I did with Trystan. I’ve been fucked by all of my mates, multiple times, so I know they’re each built a little differently. But this is the first time I’ve touched them all so intimately, hungrily and unabashedly discovering everything about them.

His cock is a little thicker and a little shorter than Trystan’s, curving upward slightly, and when I wrap my mouth around him, his taste is different too. I can’t put into words what they each taste like, but it’s as distinctive as the two men themselves are. As I trace every inch of Archer’s cock that I can reach with my tongue, my core clenches, wetness dampening my panties. He groans softly, shifting his hips forward a little as I slide my lips lower and take him as deep as I can.

When I release him at last with a wet pop, he looks down at me with something like awe in his expression. His cheeks are a little flushed, and his hair is tousled and messy, as if he’s been running his hands through it

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Licking my lips, I pull back and shift my weight a little, my gaze drifting over to meet Dare’s. His eyes smolder with an inner light, the flecks of gold a beautiful contrast to the rich brown of his irises. I’m suddenly desperate to have him in my mouth too, and I move more quickly and with less finesse than I did when I unzipped Trystan’s pants at the beginning of all of this.

Dare doesn’t seem to mind though. In fact, my obvious eagerness seems to turn him on, and he murmurs rough words of praise, tangling his hands in my hair as I finally shove his pants down and fetch out his hard cock. It throbs in my grasp, and I close my lips around it and bob my head as he lets out a deep curse.

I lick and suck him, reveling in the tension I can feel building in his body. I lap up the tangy droplets that spill from his tip, using my saliva to slick his entire length as my hand strokes him in tandem with my mouth.

When I release him and lean back, he untangles his fingers from my hair. His cock juts out from his body, still wet and gleaming, and I realize that the crotch of my panties is soaked. I had no idea this would turn me on so much. I just wanted to touch them, to explore them, and to give them some of the same kind of pleasure they so often give me. But the musky smell of their arousal, the way their powerful bodies respond to me, the sexy noises they make? It’s all driving my own arousal higher and higher, making me want more.

So I take what I want.

I put my mouth on Trystan again, but this time, I reach out with both hands to keep stroking Archer and Dare. All three men let out low groans, shifting to stand a bit closer to each other to make it easier for me. When I put my mouth on Archer again, I can only reach Trystan with my hand, but I know Dare is stroking himself as he watches me. And when I move over to wrap my lips around Dare, he grips my hair even tighter this time, just enough to send a little jolt of sensation racing down my spine from the pressure on my scalp.

My movements become faster and a little sloppier, and I suck in air through my nose as I slide my lips up and down his cock.

My clit is pulsing in time to my frantic heartbeat by now, and I’m so desperate for some relief that I reach my free hand down between my legs, delving it inside my pants to find my clit. My fingers circle in rapid motions, and I whimper as pleasure surges through me.

“Oh fuck, moonlight. God, you look gorgeous like this.”

Dare’s voice is choked and rough, and I bob my head even faster as I listen to the harsh sounds of his breathing, punctuated by my other two mates.

My toes curl against the blanket as the pulsing pleasure in my clit spreads outward, enveloping my whole body. I take so much of Dare in my mouth that I almost gag, and the growl that rumbles in his chest pushes me over the edge. I come hard, my hips moving against the pressure of my fingers as I try to keep sucking and licking Dare. I can hear Trystan and Archer stroking themselves, and Trystan lets out a muffled laugh.

“Fuck. I’m gonna come like this in about a second and a half.”

I can tell he means it. I can hear the tension in his voice, the effort of holding himself back from release. Part of me wants him to—wants to see his cum spill over his fingers, see his hips jerk forward into his hand as he stares down at me.

But the other part of me? The greedy she-wolf who isn’t done claiming her mates? She wants more.

I want to be touching all three of my men when they come. I want to feel it viscerally, want to be as deeply connected to them as possible when it happens.

Sliding my lips up Dare’s cock one last time, I release him from my mouth, dragging my hand out from inside my pants as I look up at Trystan. “Fuck me. Please.”

I’ve always thought I suck at dirty talk, but maybe I’m getting better, because the words fall off my tongue easily, my voice husky with desire. And he doesn’t need me to ask twice.

All three men quickly tug off their clothes, and I do the same, pulling my shirt over my head before undoing my pants. They’re faster than I am, and I’m just shoving my pants down over my hips when they join me on the bed.