Page 10 of Shared With The Pack

I nod my head, but I'm not sure if it feels good yet. It just feels...strange. My body is uncharted territory that I don't understand.

I've had nothing inside me before. Never touched myself there or done any experimenting with that spot. I know I'm gay. I've always known I'm not attracted to women; they simply don't have any appeal to me. And with my messed up 'family' the idea of bringing another poor Blackspell into the world is horrifying.

Before my family tried to marry me off to a vampire, I never thought I'd get married. Or even date. It's not like I didn't have the chance to try it out. When I turned eighteen, I briefly left my family's iron fist to attend a private academy for witches. But I didn't hook up with any other guys there. I wouldn't even let myself make friends. I was too shy.

I've only ever had my plants for company.

"You're a virgin, aren't you?"

I try to smile. "Is it obvious?"

"A little," Ridge murmurs, and presses a kiss on the corner of my mouth as I let out a little cry, Heath's tongue doing something particularly wicked. He laves one of my balls while fondling the other. As he does that, he talks about how sweet I taste and how tight my hole is.

"Please," I whisper-pant, thighs trembling as I'm held up and spread open. Ridge does more than kiss me now, he's touching too. Rubbing his massive hands up and down my arms. Pinching my nipples. Cupping my face so I can't hide my blushes.

Ridge kisses my face while Heath kisses my hole.

I struggle to keep track of whose hands do what, but I know where their tongues are. Heath's tongue darts into my ass while Ridge's curls into my mouth. One demanding, the other gentle.

But both pry me open, preparing me for more.

When Heath finally decides I'm wet enough, he pulls his tongue out for a long final lick, from the top of my crack to my taint. He gives my puckered hole a kiss and then does something deeply shocking: he spits into it.

"Ah," I cry out as he rubs his spittle around in a circle, chuckling while he admires his handiwork. "So wet for us, our pretty little mate. Dripping with my scent. Such a tight little hole you have."

Yes, I nod, still unable to vocalize my desires but wanting it so badly I'm trembling. I don't look over at Griff. I can't bear to see his reaction to what's happening right in front of him. All I do is look up as Ridge grips my chin.

"Lay down," he tells me, "let's make this easy for you."

I ease myself against the mattress so my weight isn't directed all to my knees and hands. Ridge helps, propping a pillow underneath my front. My cock is crushed against it, but my backside is still on display. Heath gets behind me, crawling on top. He delights in my new vulnerable position as I lay there, prone and open.

Ridge pets my head while Heath's cock nudges between my cheeks. I shut my eyes and adjust to this brand new sensation. Heath's cock isn't as strange as his tongue. It feels more intimate. Pulsing with need and heat as it slowly pushes inside, forging a path inch by inch.

They didn't lie. It doesn't hurt.

In fact, it feels...good? As I lay there and Heath ruts against me, Ridge soothes me. He makes quiet noises of comfort, praising me as his fingers play with my hair.

I'm so good. I'm taking it so well.

Heath has no words for me. He only grunts and snarls, sounding like a beast even if his cock is pure human. The full weight of his strong body presses down. I feel everything. The coarse hair on his legs and arms as he boxes himself above me. The comfortable position of the pillow only increases the angle of penetration, allowing him to fuck in deep and fast.

I'm being fucked for the first time.

I clutch at the sheets, moaning in one breath and whining in the next. There's this spot of pleasure in my ass and the head of Heath's cock keeps dragging along it. He's not even really thrusting in and out of me. Not fully. He barely pulls out, like he can't bear to be parted from my body for that long.

His breath is hot and wet. Heath licks and kisses the back of my neck, eventually turning my head to the left. His teeth graze my skin. And then he nips. He's not a vampire, he's a werewolf. I know he's not going to suck my blood, but I can tell he's still going to bite me.

Do it.

I didn't want a wedding ring, but I'll take their teeth. And their cocks. Let them mate me. Let them keep me warm and safe forever in this cabin hidden away in the middle of nowhere.

Heath ruts into me like an animal, desperate to stake his claim. With every stroke, my cock rubs against the pillow. I'm besieged from pleasure both on the outside and inside. My toes curl as I pant against the sheets. I'm not going to last. I'm going to come. Before I can communicate that, I feel the dam break, and pleasure overtakes me.

My release spurs Heath into climax. With one more brutal thrust he's spilling his seed into my hole...and sinking his teeth into my skin. I cry out, floating in the aftershocks of pleasure mixed with the spike of pain.

Something happens. Something magical.

I hear a howl again, but it's not the return of the storm and Heath's flesh is still only flesh not fur. I think the howl is from somewhere inside me.