Chapter 2

Two

I run out of stories around midnight.

Johnny takes my hand, pulling it to his lips and kissing my ring finger the way he's taken to over the last week. "Is there anything in your traditions that says we shouldn't keep each other warm…?"

"I think it's safe to say that all the goddesses would approve."

"But do you?"

I nod, twisting the wooden toggles on my robe. First the top, then the second… and it slides down my body, pooling around my crossed legs.

Behind me, Thomas groans. "I love it when you're naked."

"Return the favor?"

Johnny's skin is warm against me. I didn't see him take anything off.

"Do I get a prize."

"Always so eager." I honestly have no idea how he manages to get rid of his clothes so fast… if I didn't know better, I might think it was witchcraft.

Or some spectacular shirt ripping at the very least… but they're always intact.

I brush my fingers over his skin. "There are no prizes in this… None but the ones we share."

"Besides…" I slip my fingers in Chase's waistband. "If you do all the work ahead of time, we don't get to have any fun together."

He lets out a groan that's more of a growl and I bite my tongue, smiling and trying not to laugh as I get Chase's pants open and slide them down. When I stroke him, he catches my hand and brings it to his lips.

"Don't let anyone feel left out." He never likes to be first when the others are involved.

As I undo Joshua's belt—he and Thomas have already lost their shirts—Chase sits back to watch as the others play.

"Don't you want in?" Thomas asks and I watch him, waiting for his reply, already knowing.

He smiles and meets my eyes. "I'm patient."

My old wolf doesn't mind waiting.

And he always enjoys himself when we get there.

Maybe I'm reading into it too much, but it seems like Johnny—as the youngest—is the exact opposite.

He's not greedy, per se. And when he spins me around to him, monopolizing me, no one else seems to mind.

"Somebody needs to get better about sharing." I say.

With a twisted scowl of a smile, he looks at Thomas. "Hungry?"

Thomas doesn't answer him. At least not with words.

He gets on the floor, hands skimming up my calves and gently tugs. Johnny helps hold me steady. And I gasp when Thomas' hands wrap around my thighs and his mouth finds me.

Goddess, he's good at that.

The gasp turns to a sigh, and I nearly fall forward from the heat that sizzles through me.

I catch myself on Johnny's hips.

"Doing okay?" he brushes my hair back, using the movement to tilt my face up to him.

"I'll be better in a minute."

He's already hard when I slip my fingers over him.

So soft when my lips take their place.

He twitches with each kiss.

And when my tongue finds him…

The heat makes my bones want to melt.

Every time I think I've memorized the way they taste, I find I'm wrong.

Johnny's fists are tight in my hair, but he doesn't move me. He doesn't force anything. He holds me steady and his hips flex to meet my every movement.

I groan around him as Thomas' tongue fills me and his teeth graze my clit. The small sound that leaves my chest gets all caught up on Johnny's cock.

The idea that I'll ever get tired of them is laughable, but as I take Johnny fully into me, there's nothing funny about the way it feels to be with them.

To be surrounded by all this lust and love.

Nothing, that is, until Johnny's fingers tighten in my hair… until his stomach twitches and I know his lack of patience is coming to its—possibly deserved—end.

Johnny curses an apology and spills into my mouth. I can't tell him it's alright. All I can do is look up at him with laughter in my eyes as I drink him down.

Johnny shoves his finger in Chase's direction. "Don't say a word about patience, old man."

I wipe my lips and look over at Chase whose smile is pure amusement.

"You'll learn eventually."

"I've got nothing but time." Johnny's hand grips my jaw and he slowly turns me back to him. But he doesn't let go when our eyes meet again, he holds me still so he can kiss me. "And I will give every second of it to you."

When he lets go, he walks back on wobbly legs and collapses into the pile of pillows and blankets meant to get us through the night. I can only chuckle at him as I wiggle away from Thomas' hold and back down his body until I'm able to kiss him.

His hand slides up my back, pulling me closer to him, and I don't resist, tasting myself on his lips—his tongue.

The log crackles in the fireplace beside us, and casts heated shadows over us.

But that's not the warmth that pulls the next gasp from me. Joshua's hand skates over my ass and Thomas hisses beneath me. When Joshua guides him into me a moment later, I don't have to guess why.

None of them are uncomfortable with each other… a side effect of spending years together as a pack. One I'm fully ready, willing, and able to appreciate.

Someone's teeth skate over my shoulder blade.

I don't know if it's Joshua or Chase—he's left the chair he'd been watching us from, and there are definitely six hands on me now

They're all so different when they're together than when they're on their own. And I've come to crave both.

I quest about behind me, looking for one of them. It doesn't really matter which, and when my fingers find skin, it's a wrist… My hand clasps around the bracelet I made for Joshua.

He lets me lead him around, but he doesn't let me take him into my mouth the way I want.

A moment later, as Thomas flips me onto my back, I realize why.

They all pay attention and they might not plan out what we do when we're together, but they know what to expect…

And I'm learning too.

Thomas has my full attention as his teeth find my shoulder and he bites his way up my neck, following each nip, he presses a kiss in its place.

I give into the delight Thomas lavishes on me, stretching into him, against him. His hand beneath my head, wraps in my hair, pulling it tight and I bend to his rhythm.

That's when I see Chase and Joshua, exchanging some plot as they stroke their cocks, watching us.

Watching Thomas fuck me.

I don't know why it's always so hot to see them like that… to watch them as they plan out what they want to do to me…

When Thomas arches his back and his teeth drag down my neck to find my nipple, I can't stop myself from crying out as he takes the tight bud between his lips and sucks hard.

I come apart on him, nails biting into his skin as I try to keep him, while my body tries to escape from the delirium of the pleasure.

I've barely gotten my senses back when he jerks against me, filling me up with his come.

He murmurs words I can't hear against my skin, breath fluttering, and then pulls me up so he's on his knees, still fully within me.

"Need a break?" He asks, licking his lips and still twitching inside me.

" I don't." I say, knowing he'll take it as a challenge for next time, but he chuckles and hands me off to Joshua.

"Did you guys plan on taking me in age order?"

"Lucky accident," Joshua says as his hand trails down my stomach. He cups me, spreads me, fingers pressing into the slickness of my own desire combined with Thomas' come. "And we are definitely the luckiest men in the world."

Murmurs of agreement echo behind me.

They disappear into the background of my mind when Joshua picks me up and in a single motion, swings me onto his cock.

I barely have time to draw in a sharp little breath before he's begun to move within me, a smug smile on his lips.

"Sit down before you fall down, old man." Johnny says from where he and Thomas are recovering. "We don't want you to hurt her."

He chuckles, but, adjusting his grip on me, does as he's told, and together, we slide to the floor.

They might all know what I like, but I know what they like too. The moment I'm stable on my knees, I rock my hips, riding him and watch as his eyes close. His jaw tightens. His fingers press hard into my hips.

"Fuck, sweetness."

That's when Chase steps up to the proverbial plate.

I've begun to expect it.

It's not that the others don't like it too… It's that Joshua and Chase just seem to fit too perfectly, together, inside of me.

As if to prove my point, Chase guides me forward until I am where he needs me. When he presses in from behind, it fills me near to unbearably.

Stuffed full of them, I struggle to find the breath each of their alternating thrusts drive from me.

I lose myself in them, let them lose themselves in me.

Magic flutters around us, not something cast, but created by pure and unadulterated love. This effervescent feeling, more heady than any alcohol makes me want to sink into them, to join on every level and plane. To be one with them.

This time, I'm the one biting.

My teeth sink into Joshua's neck and he jerks against me.

"Careful. Don't want to break skin."

I'm nowhere close to that, but I play along, licking the offending spot.

He groans and all of his muscles clench as he mutters a curse.

"Chase leans close, holding me still. "You love that, don't you?"

I do, but, "Which part?"

"Knowing you're sexy enough he's coming all over my cock."

I nod against him because I'm so close, I don't dare speak.

Chase's fingers press hard against my clit and I come on a cry so loud I'm glad none of my neighbors are close.

When Joshua slides out of me, it's only fair that I play just as dirty as Chase did. I press up on my knees, reaching up to wrap my arm around his neck.

Johnny mutters a curse as his gaze drags down me. "You are a fucking picture, Wicked girl."

I offer him a smile befitting the name and with my other hand, reach down between us. Chase's thrusts falter and the moment my fingers graze his balls, his breath is a hiss in my ear and I know he's done for.

And as Chase comes within me, I sink back against him, wanting to simply be.