Bounty (Dominant Wolves, Submissive Mates 2)

Carla had never known such tenderness. She’d known love and understood pleasure, but as Heck claimed her as his mate, she finally understood the true meaning behind making love.

As he filled her with his manhood, he framed her face and kissed her, making slow, rhythmic love to her mouth as much as her body. His penis strummed inside her, reaching for that tender spot, that special place that sent spectacular pleasure rushing through her like wild horses running across the open prairie. Seeing him love her was like watching beauty in motion. Sculpted muscles flexed as he pounded inside her with a hypnotic beat.

For a brief

moment, their moment, they were the only two people in the world. Even the pack stopped their exchange and the quiet only added to her enjoyment.

He entwined their fingers and lowered her arms to her sides. Their bodies were flush against one another for one incredible instant. Then, he rolled to his back, bringing her over him.

She took her rightful seat. Throwing her clasped hands behind her head, she squeezed his shaft as she rode him, enjoying the power he gave her, the freedom to move without restraint.

“That’s it, honey,” Frank said, grabbing a handful of her hair and jerking her head back.

She’d known Frank would be the one to intervene, the one to interrupt the brief intimacy she’d shared with Heck.

Smothering her lips with his, Frank reached behind him for a candle. Without pause, he dripped the hot wax over her chest. The warm coating only added to her sensitivity to touch. It was as if a million fingers roamed over her with a burning pinch. At the same time, Heck grabbed hold of her hips and plunged inside her harder, faster.

“So pretty,” Heck said, watching with gleaming eyes as Jock handed off another homemade candle, one with liquid wax pooling around the short wick.

She shivered in delight as the paraffin coat covered her skin. Planting her palms on Heck’s stomach, she squeezed her legs against his and released a heavy sigh.

Jock pinched her right nipple. Frank squeezed her left.

Now picking up his pace, Heck moistened his dry lips and released a throaty rasp. His guttural response sent her over the edge.

His back popped off the floor and he stretched his neck. His body jerked in wonderful spasm as his moans resounded like a lover’s song. “Ah God!”

She threw her head back and anticipated the coming release. Riding her new mate was like mounting a recently purchased stallion for the first time. He was unfamiliar, but obviously well trained. He’d been broke to ride, but taught to please. Now, thanks to the experience he’d gained, she would reap the rewards as he carried her to a pleasurable place at a pace they both enjoyed.

“Um, Carla,” he crooned, working his hips slower.

“Not yet,” she whispered. “Don’t stop yet.”

As his heat oozed inside her channel, she clenched around his straining cock. With each flutter from his shaft, she squeezed harder and harder, until she reached that climatic high and came apart in his loving arms.

* * * *

Frank and Jock were naked and waiting. They didn’t give her time to rebound from Heck’s good loving.

Jock motioned for her. Sitting on the edge of the hay bale with his pocketknife in hand, he carefully stripped the wax from her belly while Frank massaged her paraffin-covered breasts.

He used the tip of the knife and loosened the dried edges, an act that left her with prickling sensations up and down her spine. He was careful and unrushed as he peeled away the coating. Still, the lust in his eyes and the stretch of his cock made her wonder how he managed to keep a steady hand.

Heck rolled to his side. He pumped his returning erection, acting as if his presence there wasn’t something out of the ordinary. She could sense his level of comfort. She could thank Frank and Jock for that. As Alphas of their joined packs, they could’ve challenged him. When Frank first discovered Heck had feelings for his mate, he could’ve summoned Heck to battle and fought to the death. Instead, he had looked on as Heck claimed the mate he and Jock already shared.

Frank cupped her right breast as Jock removed the wax from her left. When Jock completed the task, Frank reached around her and dipped his hand lower, tapping the tender spot between her legs. Nuzzling her neck, he whispered, “Ride my fingers, Miss.”

“Oh, Frank.” She was nearly to the brink of another orgasm long before he touched her.

“That’s right, Carla. Let go, honey. Move for me.” Then, he stuffed three digits inside her pussy, wiggling them inside her as she swayed back and forth, curving her arm behind her back and cupping Frank’s nape, holding tight as a ripple of pleasure washed over her.

She swayed against him as he finger fucked her to one orgasm and then another. He manipulated her womanhood as her other mates stood by and watched with lustful expressions.

Her first release had left her trembling in his arms. The second rocked her to and fro. The third drove a satisfied scream from her lips, but by the fourth, she could barely manage a moan.

As she wilted away, sated and happy, Jock carried her to another stack of blankets. Rubbing her face against his bristly chest, she whispered, “Now, we come together as one?”

“Is that what you want?” he asked, tilting her chin to his.