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Chapter 48—Just One Time
The air literally crackled with anticipation as we made our way off of the deck to a grassy area. Wolves surrounded us on all sides. Some remained in Wolf form, others in skin. Ever and Asher stood naked, spines straight to their fullest height, chests puffed out, their intense gazes trained on us. Gwen and Willow hovered closely by their sides. The rest of the wolves spread out in a circle around us.
Standing about a foot apart, I turned Hycinth to face me. Lake blue eyes stared up at me. She trembled beneath my touch as I wrapped my fingers around her slim neck, cupping her face gently. My voice was gravelly and low as I gave her instructions, "Hold onto my wrists."
Little hands came up without question and held tight to my wrists.
I leaned down slowly. Her chin automatically tipped up, her body fine-tuned to mine. She wet her lips, little pink tongue flickering out and then disappearing again. I kissed her once before pulling away and giving the order, "Begin..."
Instantly, two solid shapes pressed themselves against my back, heat radiating from their skin, their hard cocks poking into the sides of my hips. Before I could even resolve myself to how fucking close they were pressed against my back, one large hard coiled around my torso and fisted my cock while another hand from the other side reached lower to stroke my balls! An explosion of sensation shot through my groin, sparks flickering deep in my body, coordinating to exactly where their hands touched.
"Fuuuck!" I groaned, my head dropping forward. My father hadn't mentioned that little detail.
And not only was their touch hella intimate but it wasn't feminine or gentle at all. Oh, no. Instead, he worked my cock, hard, like a male who understood the pleasure of ferocity. Pheromones assaulted my senses. Ever's scent told me he stood on my right which meant it was his fist currently choking my cock.
My dick pulsed in his hand, seeping with precum, which he used to make the path of his fingers even slicker. I bit back another groan. I had fully expected this whole process to be personal as fuck. Intimate? Yep, I was prepared for that. But, fuck, if that motherfucker didn't begin to jack me off!
Harder and faster...
Between the tingles beneath their fingertips and the relentless motion of Ever's hand, the urge to thrust into his fist was overwhelming. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the pleasure.
"Holy shit," Hycinth's breathy words caused my eyes to snap open, worried that her soft exclamation meant she wasn't handling it well. I'd been so overwhelmed by the assault to my senses that I hadn't been paying attention to what was happening to her. But I was shocked to find her focus wasn't on herself. It was riveted to me...and what Ever and Asher were doing to me.
Ever had my dick well in hand, and of course, Asher was still playing with my balls. A firm tug here. A smooth stroke there. Fuck! If they didn't slow down, in another minute I was going to come. But now I knew that was their intention all along. Their movements were too coordinated to be a coincidence. Those fuckers planned this ahead of time!
And Hycinth's response wasn't helping. Not one bit. Chest heaving, her pert tits and hard nipples, easily visible beneath the thin fabric, rocked up and down. Little panting breaths came from her mouth. Lust and arousal flared brightly in her eyes as she watched the show. And then, dammit, my little mouse licked her lips!
That was it. I couldn't take it anymore. My body convulsed, pleasure shooting through my balls as I came with a grunt, "Fucking hell!"
Ever controlled my cock so that my release splashed all over my chest. When the last drop was spent, Ever and Asher unhanded my groin, and both ran their fingers through the jizz. Instantly, both Gwen and Willow leaned forward. Hycinth's lake blue eyes went wide, her heart lips curved into a shocked 'O' as she watched Ever and Asher feed their mates my cum. Satisfied growls came from both females as they sucked Ever's and Asher's fingers clean.
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"Shh, little mouse, you don't have to run away..." my words were hypnotic, whispering into the magic of the atmosphere. "Spanking can be a form of pleasure, just as much as it can discipline." She gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head, spin...