Chapter 5 Ashlyn

My mouth was on Jackson's before we even got his bedroom door closed, my tongue happily losing a wrestling match against his as I clawed at his muscular body. Fire coursed through my veins, making me so deliciously hot and even more eager to strip out of my dress.

Fuck Niko. I was so angry and so turned on at the same time, I could no longer tell the two apart or discern which was fueling the fire inside me. I only knew that I wanted to fuck it out of my system.

If only I could get Jackson's damn pants off!

I pried blindly at his zipper as he fought the same war with my bra clasp.

"Ow!" Jackson gasped, jerking back slightly and looking down at my hands at his waist.

"What?" I asked, startled and a little frustrated by his sudden withdrawal.

I looked down between us to see that my fingertips were glowing like embers in a fire pit, and there were holes burned into the fabric of his pants, as well as a welt growing just above his hemline.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry!" I blurted, taking a step back.

But he caught my upper arms and kept from receding any further. "Don't be. I kinda liked it." The grin he flashed was pure sin, making my insides melt and churn like molten lava.

I willed my phoenix back in, determined to keep her locked down, and descended on him again. Tonight, I didn't want to be a phoenix. Tonight, I wanted to be a wolf.

Our lips locked, he unbuttoned his pants while I took care of my bra. The instant his cock was free, he gripped my ass cheeks and hoisted me up to straddle him.

I opened my mouth to protest that my panties were still on, but with skilled fingers, he hooked the material off to the side and guided his cock inside my slick opening, delivering me a jolt of pleasure that turned my words into a moan.

Like I weighed nothing, he effortlessly held me aloft, lifting and lowering me up and down his rigid shaft with frenzied speed. I gripped the tops of his shoulders, digging my nails into the firm muscles as I threw my head back and surrendered to this ecstasy.

The ease with which he manipulated my body, so consistently and seemingly without fatigue, drove me wild with lust. I wasn't usually one to be subdued, but being manhandled like this was liberating in the best way.

But it didn't stop me from trying to regain some manner of control. I tightened my thighs around his waist, anchoring the insides of my knees above his hips, and began to change the rhythm, adjusting the angle of his cock to hit the spot I so badly needed.

Jackson growled a chuckle, lifted me straight off his cock, flipped me around so I was facing away from him, and slid me right back down onto his cock. I fell forward, bracing myself with my palms on the wall, my protests once again dying on my tongue as his cock repeatedly slammed into that needy spot and forced groans from my throat. I closed my eyes, my entire world reduced to only the pleasure of his assault.

His hands spread over my breasts and squeezed, making me arch backward and press my ass against him. He gripped my thighs as his thrusts intensified impossibly, his nails biting into my flesh.

Wait. If his hands were holding up my thighs, then how…

I parted my lust-heavy eyelids and glanced down, shocked to see two pairs of hands on my body. I followed the tattooed arms from my breasts to the bulky and very naked body that was now standing beside me, my eyes widening as they landed on the erect cock that was pointed right at me.

What the—

The man took my wrists into his large hands to hold me up as he stepped in front of me. I recognized him as Thor, the ruggedly handsome ursa from my calculus class—I was pretty sure Thor was his real name, but everyone called him that because he looked strikingly like the mouth-watering god from the Marvel movies.

"What the hell are you doing?" I whimpered between pants as Jackson continued to fuck me despite our unwanted guest. At this angle, I couldn't even try to pry my wrists loose of his hold because he was now the only thing keeping me from falling ass over tit.

"Joining in on the fun," Thor purred, accentuating his pouty lips.

He brought my wrists to his neck and draped them over his brawny shoulders for me to take purchase before lowering himself to suck one of my nipples into his mouth as he cupped the other breasts and kneaded it with his fingers.

Distantly, I knew this was weird, but my desire had full control of the wheel, driving me to just bask in the sin of this moment. It helped that Thor was drop-dead gorgeous, and the things his tongue was doing to my nipple! Fuck!

Through a heady fog, I realized there were more bodies in the room, more hands caressing and grabbing and stroking different parts of my body. And not just me. There was a girl down on her knees beneath me, sucking Thor's cock as he nibbled my breasts. And there was another guy behind me, sloppily kissing Jackson as his thrusts slowed to a lazy rhythm that turned me into putty.

Why was that so fucking hot?! Shouldn't I be outraged? Possessive? Disgusted? But I was none of those things. Watching Jackson kiss that guy, watching the shoulders of whatever girl beneath me bob back and forth as she sucked off Thor, it was all insanely arousing. There were so many hands and mouths and dicks everywhere, and holy shit did I love it!

I had known weres were polyamorous, kind of the same way I knew water was made of hydrogen and oxygen atoms. But I'd never seen it, and certainly never been part of it. Was this a normal thing for them? Did they just have random orgies whenever a pair of them got busy?

And why did I like it so much? I felt dirty in the most exquisite way, liberated from rational thought like I was nothing more than my primal urges and carnal pleasures.

My position changed so many times, from the wall to the bed to eventually the floor, where I didn't even know how many of us were piled and tangled and writhing like a nest of snakes.

I lost track of the orgasms that plagued me, my body now nothing more than a vessel for wanton bliss. Even after each one obliterated me and I felt certain I couldn't possibly cum again, any little thing would throw me back into oblivion, like someone's sharp gasp or grunted moan, or the feather-light tickle of hair on my thigh, or the press of a fingertip to the sensitive spot between my ass cheeks.

To his credit, Jackson wouldn't allow any other man to take a turn with me, but…I wasn't sure I would have cared if he had. My mouth had tasted so many others, my entire body a free-for-all of pets, pinches, kisses, and licks. At one point, I even found the same girl who'd serviced Thor lapping at my clit, and something about seeing the flick of her tongue like a kitten at a milk bowl sent me over the edge for the umpteenth.

I lost myself in the beautiful debauchery of it, in the symphony of howls and roars that left the mouths of the men when they found bliss. When Jackson finally reached his end, he pulled out of me and stroked his cock, his hot cum spilling onto my back as he added his own howl to the chorus.

I was completely spent. We all were. No one bothered to clean up or dress when they were done, just spooned around each other and fell asleep, naked and covered in all manner of decadence. Jackson scooped one large arm around my ribs and tucked me against his warm, sweaty body, and I was too drained and satiated to care.

As exhaustion welcomed sleep, my quickly fading mind wondered if this was who I was now. A stray that had been adopted into the pack. And was I willing to indulge in this carnage ever again?