Page 11 of Return to the Pack

“I sure don’t want you to come in my hand.” I push to sitting, climb on top of Callan and straddle his thighs. My sleep-tangled hair falls on his chest as I lean over to kiss his neck. My nipples spark to life as they rub against the hair on his torso.

He reaches down to grab my hips. “Damn, pet. You feel so hot.”

I position my mouth over his and softly kiss his lips. His jaw—like the rest of the guys’—is lined with several days stubble. The sensation of the coarse hair against my soft skin drives me wild. I deepen the kiss, letting my tongue flicker in and out of his mouth.

He moans and sucks on my tongue.

An extra set of hands begins to caress my back and leg. Axel’s awake—yum.

Panting, I grind my wetness against Callan’s rigid length.

He hisses and stills my hips with his strong hands. “Easy, pet. I don’t want to come before I’m even inside you. Fuck, you smell good.”

“You smell that, too?” Axel murmurs. “Like candy.”

Although his right leg and left ankle are bound in plaster casts, he continues to stroke his hand up and down my thigh, pulling my knee further open so I can sink down on Callan.

When I glance over at him, his free hand is working his stiff shaft while he watches me ride Callan.

The sight of his straining cock makes me want to howl. I feel like I’ll never get enough of these guys. Unable to hold back, I lean over and give the head of his cock a quick suck. He groans and lifts up, pushing into my throat. His free hand tugs aside my pajama shorts, fingering my sopping pussy. He pumps a finger into me a few times while I bob up and down on his cock, licking the salty tip.

“Luna,” Axel says, his voice firm.

“Mmm?” I answer around his girth.

“Sit up,” he says. “I want to see how you take it from these men.”

“What?” I ask, lifting my head. A string of saliva connects my mouth with his cock, and I wipe my chin and stare up at him.

“I want to see that little pink pussy stretched open and taking every inch of his cock,” Axel says, his eyes hooded with lust. “I want to see how tough my sweet little mate is, if she can take a rough pounding from these outlaws.”

His words have my juices sliding down my thighs and over his fingers. Callan growls and drags me forward. Axel holds me open while Callan grips his thick length and drives it deep into my juicy core.

I cry out with bliss at the delicious stretch, and Callan lets out a low growl, deep in his throat. “Fuck, Luna. Your pussy’s so fucking wet today.”

I slide up and down and grind my clit against his pubic bone. “You feel so good,” I say, dropping my head so my hair trails along his chest.

Callan seizes a handful of my hair and draws my face down to his. He practically devours me with his lips.

I start to moan into his mouth. I’m going to come so hard I think I’ll explode. Finally, I wrench my mouth away from him and dig my nails into his chest. “Callan,” I cry. “Oh, Callan, I love you so much.”

“Fuck her harder,” Axel commands, and Callan grabs my hair and wrenches my head back, devouring my throat while his hips slam up into me from below, fucking me so hard I see stars.

“Yes,” I scream, reaching for Axel. He shoves his cock into my hand, and I pump it as Callan pumps into me with crushing force until I’m forced over the edge. I scream out my wordless ecstasy, coming in color, sound, and light, pulsing all over Callan’s bare cock.

He lets loose, too, and cries out my name as his liquid heat spurts into my center again and again. Hot, wet, and sticky liquid rains down over my hand and thigh as Axel lets loose with his own orgasm, a roar tearing from his lips. We’re all riding an electric wave of bliss.

Aftershocks roll through all three of us for a few minutes. I’m too dazed to move. Finally, I roll off of Callan and collapse between them. I run my hands over each of their hard bodies as they massage my breasts and nuzzle my shoulders and neck. Callan finds my slick thighs and rubs our cum over my skin, first Axel’s and then dipping into my pussy to gather our release and mix our scents on my skin. The fragrance makes my wolf purr with pleasure inside me, whining for more. She’s already anxious for another round, but the guys both doze off.

We all slip into a drowse at last. When I wake up again, Callan is gone, and the smell of bacon taunts me, making my tummy growl.

I roll over, expecting to find Axel next to me, but he’s gone, too.

The crumpled bedding smells like yummy sex, and my wolf growls to come out and play. I should feel sated, but I could go a few more rounds, so I roll off the mattress, hoping to entice someone into more play.

Clad in a short nightie and panties, I saunter into the kitchen, drawn by the smells of whatever Callan is cooking.

He stands at the stove while Axel, Warrick, and Ethan are seated around the kitchen table, wolfing down pancakes.