Bounty (Dominant Wolves, Submissive Mates 2)

“Yes.” She placed several kisses along his strong jaw. “That’s the only way I’ll ever feel complete.”

Her wish was their command.

Frank took the position on bottom and drew her back against his chest. Jock knelt next to them and Heck would soon top her. She wasn’t entirely sure how a group act would work, but delving into their heads, she could better understand their initial plan.

“Relax, honey,” Frank said, breathing hard at her ear. “Spread your legs.”

As soon as she parted her thighs, Heck gasped. He stared at her privates and stroked his stretching erection. “Frank, if you don’t hurry up, no promises here.”

“It won’t be as enjoyable for Carla if you don’t wait your turn.” Frank rubbed his cock against her puckered hole. He dragged his swollen head around and around, easing inside her and pulling out, preparing and stretching her for a fuller invasion.

He finally gave her a few inches more and she took a deep breath, anticipating the exquisite pressure. At the same time Frank entered her, Jock grabbed hold of her chin and aimed his penis at her mouth. She kissed his slit, savoring the bittersweet taste of masculine excitement.

Frank breached her rear passage and the first complete impalement left tears in her eyes. Soon, Jock parted her lips with his straining length and Heck inched closer. She was lost in the idea of three men loving her, three mates trying to satisfy her insatiable desires.

Heck placed his thumb to her clit. Cocking his head and staring at her pussy, he whispered, “That’s amazing.”

“Tell me,” she whispered, delving inside his head and coming up empty handed. “And why are you blocking me from hearing your thoughts?”

“I’m not,” Heck said, rubbing his cock over her opening. “I just loved watching your pussy lips spread and relax as he entered you.”

“If I need to make room for you, Heck, it better happen fast.”

Carla sensed Frank’s firmer strokes, his forced restraint. Turning her head to Jock’s cock, she sucked his tip with a tight suction, focusing on the wet slit and loving his salty taste.

She was devoted to Jock’s pleasure, spoiling him with her dedicated tongue and not paying much attention to the movement behind her, but when Frank backed out of her rear passage and Heck speared her pussy from the front, she accidently bit down on Jock’s shaft.

He winced in pain and she shuddered at the thought of bringing him discomfort. “I’m so sorry.” She caressed his penis with her fingers. “Are you all right?”

“Kiss it and make it better.” He winked. “Besides, I’m more concerned about you.”

She accepted a generous kiss along her trunk as Frank pampered her with his lips and she coddled Jock with hers. When she returned her focus to the man in front, she couldn’t help but notice the tight strain of veins bulging in his neck.

“Heck needs to…”

“Heck is fine,” he assured her, pinching and twisting her nipple.

“Then I need to,” she admitted, breathless. Without missing a beat, she returned to Jock’s cock, sucking and licking, pulling his shaft to the back of her throat and humming against his size in hopes that the vibrations from her mouth would send him into throes of ecstasy.

“Now, boys,” Frank said, grabbing hold of her hips and plowing between her globes.

Her asshole pulsed around Frank’s cock. Her pussy clenched and closed around Heck’s shaft. And her mouth tightened around Jock’s penis as she let them guide and manipulate her body so everyone could enjoy the inevitable release.

Their ragged breaths became broken and short. The horses and mules stirred in their stalls below them. Their bodies moved in a nearly practiced pattern, rocking one way or the other, pausing and repeating.

They came together like a wild force of nature, groping and grinding, touching and fucking. And never once did they acknowledge the connection they’d temporarily lost, because the one they’d found together was more important than the dangers now awaiting them.

Chapter Twelve

One of the younger pack members rushed into the loft without making apologies. “Donella said to come get you. She says she can’t hear you and you can’t hear us. Says we’re surrounded and we need you. Says to tell you we already have some missing, some dead.”

Frank roared with anger. He grabbed hold of the young werewolf’s arm. “Slow down, boy and start over.”

When the youngster first entered, they were already dressed, but why hadn’t any of them noticed or mentioned the silence in their heads? Had they been so enchanted by the good loving that they’d forgotten their pack responsibilities?

“There’s no time. The werebears have the entire WolfDen territory under their command. Donella says we’ll have to fight as humans and gather in your cabin and use a man’s weapons. The werebears make it impossible to hear one another’s thoughts. We’re surrounded.”

Frank grabbed Carla’s arm. “Remember what I told you from the beginning. This is where your abilities will help us. Our enemies cannot penetrate your thoughts. No one will be able to tell what you’re thinking except your mates.”