Episode Twenty-Four You Don’t Even Need to Say a Word

S hanna

They took their showers first. It was done by candlelight so fast it was like an Olympic event. When I emerge from the bathroom only a few minutes after Chaska vacated it, the three of them are waiting for me in the hallway. They're naked, shoulder to shoulder, forming an effective barricade to keep me from our bedroom.

"What?" I ask.

Alex takes one step forward from where he was standing between the other two. For the first time since his change, I take his inventory.

His wolf-like hair is midnight black, about an inch long. His face has changed shape, somehow still being Alex, yet having hairy wolf-like ears and feral lips covering ragged teeth. His piercing blue eyes are slightly rounder. It's not their shape that arrests my attention. It's the way he's looking at me. Other than the moment he lunged for Ro, this is the most he's let his wolf peek through.

He doesn't say a word, just slowly moves his hand to grip his already-hard cock. His strokes are slow and firm, as if he has all the time in the world to play with himself, to draw this out.

"Like what you see, Shan?" he asks, his voice a growl as he lifts one eyebrow.

I nod, trying to hold his gaze, but it's intimidating. That my other two husbands are also toying with their cocks begs for my attention.

"Look at me, Shan. We'll get to them later."

The command in his voice, something I've only heard when he's practicing his closing arguments, draws my full attention.

"I discovered something interesting about this new body." He just leaves that lie as he pulls his cock and stares at me.

He's waiting for me to ask, so I swallow to produce enough moisture to speak. "What?" I squeak.

"I have a knot. See?"

He holds my gaze even longer, then dips his chin as if he's a king allowing one of his subjects to perform their duties.

When my glance slides down his body, past abs so defined even the thick, black hair can't hide it, I focus on his cock. I've loved his cock from the first time I saw it. No. Before that. When we were dating and I'd notice the hard ridge behind the placket of his slacks, I'd guess at how beautiful it would be when he finally unveiled it. I wasn't disappointed.

Now I visually examine his hard cock, thicker than it was before. The way he's tugging on himself obscures the base, until he moves his hand and allows me to see it. It's a bulb of reddish skin, thicker than the rest of the shaft.

Being in the enclosed space of this hallway, a few feet away from all three of my men—my males —as they're naked and fondling themselves has been arousing from the moment I emerged from the bathroom. Now, though, a punch of lust surges through my body. That big cock is—bestial.

If the thick hair, pointed wolven ears, and sharp fangs didn't announce his animal nature loudly enough, this big, thick cock, complete with a knot, certainly does.

He's talking again, but I can't understand his words. I'm too focused on his shaft and that clawed hand as it lazily tugs up and down.

My pussy is clenching, clutching at itself, announcing its lust—and need.

"We're not the men you married," he rasps.

Now that my brain kicks in, I realize he said that a few times before I heard it. He knows I'm only focused on one thing. That's why he's repeating himself.

He steps closer and leans to put his mouth near my ear. I hadn't noticed, but he's not only grown wider in the shoulders and leaner in the waist, he's taller than he was.

"You have choices." He tips his head up and down, his cool nose drawing lines at the edge of my cheek. "You could sleep in the spare bedroom."

My head whips to look at him. Is this what he wants? Is he afraid he'll try to hurt me as he did Roman?

"Don't worry, little human. None of us wants to harm you."

At the words "little human" my body lights up like the city at night. Those two words highlight everything that's changed in the last two days. They are "other." They are "animals." They are "monsters." And I am, indeed, a little human.

And that sets my body on fire.

Perhaps he knows I'm unable to think, because he pauses until my gaze finds his again.

"You could sleep safely in the spare bedroom. Or…"

Or what? What? What is he going to propose? This feels more momentous than when he proposed we expand our love from two people to three and invite Roman into our hearts and into our bed. More momentous even than when three became four.

"Or we could try to force our new natures into the old way of doing things."

Again, he pauses, allowing me to picture how things have been done, to recall how we awoke in a writhing pile of pleasure just yesterday morning before the vaccinations. It was love and bliss and full of commitment, but it's hard to picture doing those same things with a hare and a dragon and this black wolf who is the sexiest thing on the planet.

"Or?" I ask, knowing he's waiting for this question.

"Or we explore our new natures with each other."

He just drops that there. Doesn't elaborate or paint pretty pictures. He simply stops talking and steps back, syncing his lazy cock-jacking hand with the man on his right and the hare on his left.

"Wh-what would that look like?"

"We'll investigate together. I've got tonight all planned, but there's a lot more to explore ."

My clit quivers at the way he emphasizes that last word.

"We'll keep a pair of handcuffs on both bedside tables. No one's going to get hurt." He pauses for emphasis, holding me in his thrall. "Unless that's what you want."

I don't know why I don't answer immediately. I'm not scared, not of my three mates. And God knows I've never been this aroused before. Never.

"You don't even have to say the word. If you want to play our new games, all you need to do is drop your towel, slide to your knees, and crawl between my feet."