Imprints (Dominant Wolves, Submissive Mates 1)

“Come, my love,” he whispered, lapping at her intimate pearl with precision and speed before pressing the hard, smooth stone inside her ass.

“Oh my God!” she screamed.

Unable to push away from the wall entirely, she couldn’t have been more grateful when Jock freed her legs. Lifting herself away from the ground, she swung forward again, this time seizing the opportunity

to ride out an outstanding orgasm.

And to her surprise and infinite pleasure, Frank wiggled the stone inside her ass, raking the texture against her walls as he thrust his tongue inside her pussy. He feasted on her show of satisfaction, lapping at her juices as she writhed and moaned.

Her climactic moment threw her into a new wave of fulfillment as Frank’s tongue guided her toward complete fulfillment. Jock held her, supporting her as she indulged in one orgasmic experience and immediately longed for another.

She should’ve been played out, but by the time they freed her wrists, she was anything but a sated woman. She wondered if the imprinting had anything to do with her overactive sex drive. Her need to have relations with both mates at the same time had increased by the minute.

Was this normal? Should she have these desires? And what sort of laws would they break if they consummated their new relationship all at the same time?

Surely there were decrees in place to prohibit this sort of lewd conduct.

As her men undressed and stood before her, she reached a decision then. She didn’t care if she were fined or arrested. She’d spend her time or pay her dues.

One thing she would not and could not do was ignore the opportunity before her. What woman would?

Jock stretched out beside her. His hand propelled up and down her stomach before his palm rested between her breasts. Propping his head against his closed fist, he looked down on her with the most interesting expression.

It was as if his eyes led her into an abyss of perfect understanding. Through him, she saw a brighter future full of adventure and excitement. Lowering his lips to hers, he caressed her mouth with a giving kiss, leaving her to feel as if she’d luxuriated in the most ultimate pampering of her life.

Stimulated beyond recourse, there was only one way to sate the longing, only one way to ease the internal fire that had begun to rage out of control. She needed them to love her. She needed them to show her she was their woman, their equally shared lover, and their one and only mate.

She shuddered as Frank knelt beside her. His fingers walked across her breasts, teasing her nipples, playing with the tender areas that had been previously waxed, completely coated in paraffin.

Kissing his way across her chest, Frank dipped his fingers inside her pussy, leisurely twirling them right inside her folds. At the same time, Jock kissed a path to her ear, nicking at the soft texture of her lobe before releasing a heavy breath into the heart of her ear.

Their attentive touches turned her into an aggressive woman, a woman who could not wait, a lover who wouldn’t be happy until she experienced the most intimate claiming.

“Please help me,” she whispered.

“How can we help you?” Jock asked, placing gentle pecks upon her lips.

“Love me,” she pleaded. “Just love me.”

As if she’d uttered the only words they’d needed to hear, they rose over her together. Jock was at her left. Frank took his position at the right.

Reaching for their cocks, she massaged their lengths. Pulling and tugging their long, erect shapes, she watched their eyes fill with lust as their engorged penises swelled in her hands.

Thoughts of forbidden passion crept into her mind. Frank and Jock looked at one another as if they had been delving in her head, spending too much time trying to read her mind.

“It’s not forbidden,” Jock assured her, leaning forward and smothering her lips with another mind-blowing kiss.

As their tongues twirled, Jock took the lead. Lowering his penis to her opening, he dragged the tip through her folds in a deliberate attempt to tease her.

Frank’s heavily hooded eyes outlined the darkness. She sensed his wild nature and carnal desires.

Her chest rose and fell as she anticipated the first penetration. Widening her hips, she took a deep breath and said, “I’m ready.”

The men didn’t share a glance or discuss her claiming. Instead, Jock gripped Frank’s shoulder for balance and they dipped their hips, entering her with one hard dual thrust.

“Easy,” Jock bit out, his face twisting as they stroked her.

“Maybe I’m too tight,” she whined, trying to adjust to their weight as thick wedges of male flesh pushed inside her, filling her.