Page 11 of Shared With The Pack

An echo that carries with it the seasons. Spring. I think of Heath's green eyes. Like the first buds of new growth, the thrill of something new and the joy of birth. It's there and then gone. I'm left with the ache of a sore neck and a wet sensation dripping from my ass, and a change in my heart. I feel Heath. His heartbeat in mine, even as he pulls his body away.

"Mine," he says, caressing my body and admiring my hole. "All mine first. Then all ours next. Are you ready, pretty mate?"

He uses two fingers to play with the mess. Stroking them in and out, making me moan again and again. I might have come, but my cock is still hard. Heath plays with the mess I made of myself as well. He flips me over onto my back and leans down to lick my leaking cock and come-stained stomach. Heath suckles me. I'm quivering, so oversensitive to touch that I almost come again right then and there.

"Ah, ah. Not yet." Heath grins, downright feral as he kisses me, all teeth and passion. There's nothing restrained about Heath. He's wild. He's free. And I - I love him for that. "Not until you make Ridge come."

Ridge tsks at him. "Be nice, Heath."

"No, he likes it. He's our submissive little mate. Our good boy, our needy hole. You want to be taken again, yes? Come, witch. Show us how well you can ride."

"That's not a bad idea," Ridge hums. "Come here, Wren."

Ridge, always kind and ever gentle, helps me settle into his lap. Yet when Ridge pulls out his cock, I turn shy. He's massive. I have no clue how that thing is going in me. He's just big. Both extra long and super thick. Even the purple veins along his cock are pulsing strong, his arousal beaded at the tip.

He licks his own palm and uses the spit to lube himself up.

"You go slow, darling. I'll guide you, but you control the pace. Only take as much as you can."

It's odd to be on top as I straddle Ridge's legs, slowly lowering myself onto Ridge's giant-like dick. I almost just want to be thrown down. To only have to lay there and take it, but Ridge wants me to take control of this...and Heath wants to watch. He sprawls on his back, arms behind his head and ankles crossed, still gloriously shameless in the nude even with his spent cock.

I still don't dare to look at Griff.

Yet I can hear him breathing hard...and I feel his eyes on my naked back, boring into my spine. Griff must have the ideal position to watch my hole flutter around Ridge's cock as I struggle to get it inside.

He's so big.

I grip Ridge's shoulders, my fingers clawing into his flesh as I whimper. His hands rest along my spine. His thumbs make smoothing circles along the small of my back. Ridge doesn't push me down or try to speed up my attempts. He merely holds me through it, supportive and encouraging.

Eventually, and with great effort, I will myself to relax as the head of his cock pops inside. That's only the tip. There's still so much more of him to go. It's a good thing Heath fucked me first, or there's no way I'd be able to even try to take Ridge. I swear I can feel the thrum of Ridge's heart beat as his cock pulsing in me, hard and heavy, stretching my hole impossibly wide as I wiggle my hips, trying to take another meaty inch.

Ridge helps.

He always wants to help.

Ridge takes me in hand, his fingers wrapping around my cock. I feel woefully small and inadequate next to him. He pumps me, milking out another few drops of arousal. It leaks from my tip and he uses it to slick me up, jerking me off with slow and steady strokes. I can't help but chase the movement, nearly blinded by the sparks of pleasure. I brace my knees, legs spread open as far as they can go, and drop myself down with force.

I cry out, water stinging the corners of my eyes, but I don't stop. I can't stop. It feels so good to have both Ridge's hand on me and his cock deep inside. I'm overwhelmed by the sensations. More. I need more. I continue to buck my hips, wiggling further downward until the rim of my stretched out hole meets Ridge's balls.

And then it starts again.

Ridge helps me lift upward, his cock withdrawing almost entirely except for that massive head, and helps me drop back down. It gets easier. Now, I'm only crying because of how much more I want.

"You're doing great, Wren. Keep at it, just like that. Oh, fuck, you make me feel so good. So tight. So warm. Don't stop, please. Let's go, keep going. You can take my cock. Such a good boy."

Ridge's praise pushes me to go again. And again. I'm bouncing on his cock, taking him from root to base, my mouth hanging half-open and jaw slack as I allow the pleasure to overtake everything else. Ridge doesn't need to jerk me off anymore. He's stopped and moved his helpful hands to my hipbones, keeping me upright as I fuck myself.

I don't stop. I won't stop.

Not until Ridge comes.

I want to help him out this time. I shut my eyes, all my energy and focus devoted to milking an orgasm out of this gentle giant. Though my dedication isn't entirely selfless. I don't manage it each time, but every so often I'm able to hit that spot. The one that makes a burst of starlight explode behind my eyelids.

My stomach clenches, my thighs shake, and my cock weeps. My hole tightens around Ridge and I mewl helplessly. I'm doing it. I'm riding him. In and out. In and out. The sounds I'm making are downright lewd, yet I can't stop myself. It feels too good. The slap of flesh on flesh is unmistakable, echoing within the small confines of the cabin.

I'm stuffed full. My hole squeezes around Ridge's enormous length as I take it again and again.

"Our slutty little mate," Heath chuckles. "He loves this. Go on, Ridge. Breed our perfect boy. He needs it. He needs his alpha's seed."