By Hook or by Wolf

“Pretty,” he murmurs. “So damn pretty.”

Lee is still licking her, and I can tell that her arousal is growing. Her sweet scent of excitement and anticipation fills the room as we surround her, touching her, teasing her. Lee chuckles and pulls away just as she nears her orgasm. Natasha cries out in protest, but I silence her with a kiss.

“What’s the rush, baby?” I murmur. “We have all night.”

“Besides,” Lee says, standing. “We’re still getting to know each other.”

He steps forward and this time, he brings his mouth down to hers. She kisses him eagerly, excited, and he smiles down at her.

“You like that, pretty girl?”

“Yes.”

“Can you taste your sweet pussy on my lips?”

She blushes.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Did you like that?”

“Yes.”

“What else do you like, pretty girl?”

Natasha looks from Lee to Trevor and finally, to me. She licks her lips and her eyes flicker to my cock for just a moment before she turns back to Lee. Yeah, she loved rubbing my cock in the car. I felt just how much she loved it, too. There’s no doubt in my mind that if I hadn’t been so shocked by her realization that my brothers and I are wolves, she would have definitely unzipped my pants. She would have pulled out my dick and rubbed it hard.

I would love to have felt her tiny little hands wrap around my thick, hard cock.

But there’s always right now.

“I think she wants us to undress her,” I say playfully.

“Yes,” Trevor says, rubbing his chin. “I think that’s a great idea.”

“What?” Natasha squeaks out.

“Come on, darling,” I step forward rubbing against her. “You were so brave in the car. Aren’t you the one who said you aren’t afraid of the big, bad wolves?”

She blushes.

Trevor and Lee both hear my words. It’s a discreet way of letting them know she understands what we are and that she’s okay with this. She’s okay with all of this.

She’s okay with us.

And that in itself is worth so very much.

“I’m not scared,” she says, sticking her chin out. Her panties are still pooled around her ankles and she kicks them off. Then she reaches for her dress and pulls it up over her head. She tosses it aside and then she’s standing in front of us wearing only her high heels and her bra.

“Damn,” Trevor groans.

“You’re beautiful,” Lee murmurs.

Natasha blushes, but smiles, happy and satisfied with our appreciation of her body.

I want to see more, though.

I want to see all of her.