Page 45 of Return to the Pack

“Here in bed with us, taking pleasure together.”

Warrick wrinkles up his nose. “Nah, I’m fine with what we’re doing.”

My t-shirt’s still on, but my ass is bare, so Warrick lowers his face between my legs and takes a long sniff. “Heaven,” he says, spreading my thighs with his palms. And then he starts to lick me.

The sensation is exquisite. It’s like our outing today served as foreplay. Before I get lost in pleasure, I wriggle my nails into his long hair and say, “Daddy, wait.”

“What now?” he says, licking the taste of me from his lips.

“Axel… Can I ask him to play with us? He looked so sad. I need you to see how much I need both of you.” I clasp my hand beneath my chin and bat my eyes at him. “Please, Daddy?”

He lets out a groan and collapses on the bed next to me. “Fine. Go ask him. But hurry.” He rolls on his back, grabs his thick cock, and starts to pump it. “I’ll be ready to finish in that tight little cunt when you get back.”

I try to pry his hand away from his erection, but it’s Warrick. And if Warrick doesn’t feel like budging, he won’t budge.

“Get a move on, sweetheart,” he says with a grin. “And get that pussy wet on the way or it’ll be a sore tomorrow for you.”

“I’m moving, I’m moving.” I scramble from the bed and hurry toward the front room.

Axel’s lying on the mattress in the corner with his arm over his eyes.

“Axel,” I whisper.

“What,” he says in a grumpy voice.

I lower to my hands and knees next to him. “Want to play with us?”

He lowers his arm from his face and stares at me. “With you and Warrick? No, thanks.”

“Come on…please?” I run my palm across his bare torso.

Axel chews his cheek. He shakes his head.

“Warrick’s down with the idea.”

Axel’s eyes narrow as he regards me. “I highly doubt that.”

“Warrick!” I yell.

“What?” he calls back.

“You’re down to play with Axel, right?”

“Get on in here and find out,” he yells. “But hurry the fuck up or I’ll finish without you.”

“Come on,” I say, scrambling upright and grabbing Axel’s hand. I drag him into the bedroom.

Once I’m next to the bed, I leap next to Warrick. He glances at Axel, then pulls me on top of his bulky body. “Are you playing, or what?” he says to Axel without looking at him.

Wordlessly, Axel climbs onto the bed next to Warrick.

An awkward silence fills the room. I slide from Warrick and nestle my body between the two men, tugging on Warrick’s shoulder until he rolls to face me.

He slides a hand between my legs and thrusts his thick fingers into me, two at once. I whimper and tense up. “You can take it, baby girl,” he says, grinning and plundering my pussy with his rough fingers.

Axel begins to stroke my back, my hips, my shoulders. His hands are sure, and his touch is loving, and I begin to relax.

Loving Warrick is like loving a bear—all bulk, and fur, and power.