Enticed (Two Marks 3)

When the plug was fully seated, we paused and stared. He’d bought one with a pretty gem. It was green and sparkly, and the sight of it nestled between her pinkened cheeks? I was going to nut like a horny teenager.

“I get to fuck her this time,” I announced, making Holt laugh. Yeah, it was like calling shotgun in the squad car or something, but I didn’t give a shit. I’d seen her earlier and couldn’t even kiss her. I knew my eyes were already probably glinting their usual silver, like my wolf was already ready to claim her even before the actual sex had started.

“Definitely. Looks like you need it more,” he said.

I squeezed her ass roughly, a large handful, then released and slapped her again. “She’s just so tantalizing,” I complained, as if she was too perfect and it was a problem. “I can’t even take my time with her spanking to wind the coil up slowly because that plug… fuck.” I slid the fingers of my other hand between her legs again and she parted them, making both of us groan aloud. The pretty pink, swollen flesh was hot and wet. Silky soft. Perfection.

I rubbed circles around her clit and watched as she humped my lap. Yeah, she liked the way we touched her. So fucking responsive.

“Theo!” she croaked.

Holt worked her nipple, leaned forward, and kissed and nipped her shoulder. “Don’t forget my name,” he murmured, folding her wrists behind her back to give her the sensation of being restrained. “Give her another round. Show her we mean business.”

I looked his way and he nodded.

“Oh, we do mean business.” I delivered another volley of spanks that made her buck and squeeze her ass. She looked so beautiful sprawled across our laps, her trust and surrender so incredibly priceless.

My dick dripped pre-cum, and my balls ached to be emptied.

“I can’t wait,” I panted.

Holt released her wrists and spun her up to sit on his lap as I went to the bathroom to wash up. I returned quickly and she watched with needy, blurry eyes as I shucked my clothing in record time. She had no doubt how much I desired her when my dick sprang free.

“I’m so fucking hungry for you, Ali Jenkins,” I growled as I advanced.

9

ALI

Theo’s eyes had a strange, silverish glow to them, almost the way an animal’s looked in the dark. Like that wolf I’d thought I’d seen earlier.

Theo had said it was a neighbor dog, but I knew what I saw. I’d grown up on a ranch. I knew the difference between a dog and a wolf, and that animal had been no dog. It had stood much taller and had the broad shoulders and long body of an enormous wolf.

But right now, I was staring at the very broad shoulders and impressive chest of Theo, who looked like a hunter who’d cornered his prey.

Me. Me, with the plug in my bottom. The one that made me squirm and get wetter by the minute. I felt naughty and oddly cherished. I wasn’t even going to go into how I could be a bad girl and a good girl at the same time because all I could focus on was Theo. Naked.

His body was beautiful—all ripped muscle and glorious form. Like a champion stallion. The kind one paid hundreds of thousands of dollars to breed with your best mare. He grabbed both my ankles and pulled me down so my shoulders were propped in Holt’s lap. He spread my legs and began to kiss up my left calf, my inner thigh, slowing as he reached the apex of my legs. Teasing me.

Electricity zinged through my body. My ass was hot and tingly, my bottom full, my pussy dripping wet. Holt cupped both my breasts, alternately squeezing and kneading them and then pinching and pulling my nipples. Everything felt so wonderful. Intense. They weren’t being gentle, but they weren’t rough either. Somehow, they knew what I needed. How far to take it and make it feel oh so good.

This was exactly what I needed to forget the stress of what I found out tonight.

What I didn’t want to think about. Not now, not naked and about to be fucked.

I trusted these guys to fix everything. Maybe I was being naive since I’d only met them two days earlier, but I believed them when they said they would. I didn’t think it was just because they wanted to get in my pants. Well, they’d already gotten in my pants once. And tonight yet again. They were still here, and eager for more. So was I, and that was because there was something here. Something more. Different. Extra. I believed they were honest, trustworthy men. The kind I’d want to marry and start a family with.

Wait. What? I wasn’t in high school, writing their names in hearts. Why?