5. Chapter 5

“Vixen, my heart,” Jack, my wolf, whispers into my ear as he steps behind me after the door bangs shut. “You should have allowed the crew to make him walk.” The growl in his voice is gone, exchanged for that tenderness he looked at me with. His beard tickles my neck as he kisses me softly.

He picks me up and carries me into my cabin with Pete on his heels. The narrow doorway is almost too small for us to fit through like this, but the gentle giant makes it work. Jack”s mouth descends on mine when Pete shuts the door behind us.

“You should have,” he says between kisses, “but I’m thankful to you for not doing it.”

The other man in the large cabin approaches us and sandwiches me between them. Jack lets me slide out of his arms, and the instant my feet touch the floor, two sets of hands move over my curves.

I might not know what to do with Killer now that I’ve saved his life, but I know I’m happy to take the gratitude these men want to offer me. They’re characters created in my head to be the perfect match for Vixen. But I’d be a sad excuse for an author if I hadn’t fallen in love with them a bit myself.

Letting them take control of the moment—of my body—is one of the easiest decisions ever.

“He’s right, temptress,” Pete says before pulling apart the ties I’d painstakingly done up not long ago. “Drake is an ass of the highest proportions. But he’s a good man at his core.”

Pete removes the vest, throwing it onto the floor. His hands slowly lift the shirt I’d put on, forcing me to raise my arms. The moment I’m divested of my shirt, a warm hot mouth covers one of my nipples, sucking it in. I arch my back, wrapping my arms around the neck of the man behind me.

“We need to show you our thanks,” Jack whispers when he pulls away from my nipple. His teeth bite down on the erect bud, causing me to cry out in pleasure.

“I couldn’t agree more, mate.” Pete’s rough hands move down my abdomen and push into the leather breeches I had put on. With frightening accuracy, his fingers delve right into my folds. “I think it’s time we plunder this treasure trove.”

If I wasn’t so absorbed by what his fingers do to me, I might have found the time or energy to roll my eyes at the terrible pun, but I’m too consumed by the feel of Jack’s mouth on my breasts and Pete’s fingers slipping into my tight, wet… pleasure garden.

A soft chuckle escapes my throat at my own pathetic attempt at humor.

“My, my, my, Wolf. It seems we’re not doing a decent job if our mistress is laughing at us,” Pete tuts before rubbing his palm against my clit. I throw my hair back over my shoulder and arch my back further, seeking more friction. He rewards me with another delicious finger, filling me as he grinds against my nub.

“Do you like feeling my mast against you, my siren?” Pete asks me as he pushes his erection against my ass.

Ignoring another lousy pun, I push against him, my hands digging into his long, loose hair.

“If you’ve got so much time to talk, Grin, I have other ways of keeping your mouth busy,” I respond instead.

A surprised squeal slips from my lips when he grabs me and drags me to the bed. “This I can do, Vixen. This I can do.” He rewards me with his signature smile before nudging me to lift my hips so he can slip my breeches off. After a quick battle with the boots, I’m free of all my clothes and waiting for the two men to join me.

It seems like I’m a lucky girl today because it doesn’t take them long to get naked so they can join me on the bed. Two large bodies quickly surround me, one on each side. It’s a pity I didn’t get to ogle the goods first. I’m curious to see if the reality lives up to my imagination. But from what I can feel, neither of them is lacking in that department. A thick, hard bulge pushes between my ass cheeks, making me squirm against it, while another impressive cock presses against my belly.

I have to say, this is one of the best sex dreams I’ve ever had. My only hope is that I make it to the Big O before I wake up and face reality.

The life of a thirty-something romance writer isn’t the most glamorous, and even though I’ve not lived the life of a nun, I certainly haven’t experienced a threesome in anything other than my fantasies before.

Jack’s thick beard brushes against my neck, eliciting a shiver. His rough hands cup my breasts as his tongue and lips explore the sensitive skin between my neck and shoulder. His teeth nip and pull, the slight tinge of pain sending a zing straight to my core.

I lift my leg and wrap it around his hip, looking for some friction. Instead of pushing closer to the monster cock in front of me, my movement allows Pete to take advantage. His thick member pushes between my cheeks, and the fat mushroom head nudges at my folds.

“Yes, please!” I cry out as Jack pinches my nipples at the same time that Pete slips his hand around my hip to my clit.

“That’s it, temptress. Show us your beautiful bounty.” Pete’s hoarse whisper only increases the lust running through my body.

Jack’s mouth sucks and bites his way down from my neck. With just enough pressure and pain, I know my chest will be littered with love bites after we’re done. I feel a twinge of regret that I won’t take them with me when I wake up, but I decide to focus on the moment instead.

The combined sensation of Jack’s mouth now devouring my breasts and nipples, along with Pete’s cock nudging at my entrance, is overwhelming in the best possible way. I should probably participate in a more active role, but this is my dream for now, and I will just go along for the ride.

Jack’s large frame continues to move down my body. A hot tongue circles my navel as his fingers continue to torture my nipples in the most delicious way.

Pete continues to rock his impressive rod against my folds, and by the time Jack has my leg over his shoulder instead of his hip, I have a cock firmly planted inside me. Pete’s erection stretches me, reminding me it’s been way too long since I’ve had anyone inside me.

The drag of his cockhead inside me is earth-shattering, and I haven’t even had my first orgasm yet. Before I can urge Pete to move faster or harder, Jack’s tongue delves into my folds, flicking up against my clit.

“Fuu-fuck. Yes. Please, fuck yes.”

Pete continues to pump into me from behind while Jack sucks on my clit, prolonging the orgasm suddenly coursing through my body.

“That’s it, temptress. You’re the most stunning when you let go like this.” Pete’s hot breath blows into my neck as he increases his thrusts. Strong fingers dig into my hips, the bruising pain enhancing the zing of pleasure I’m riding.

“Yes, that’s it,” Pete grunts as he bites down on my shoulder. Too soon, I feel him filling me with his cum. I’m nowhere near done with these men, but as luck would have it, I have another one to entertain me.

As Pete withdraws from my tight sheath—fuck what is happening to me—Jack moves back up the bed. Before I can adjust to the sudden emptiness, he grabs my hips and lifts me so I’m straddling him.

Pete’s juices are still seeping from me, but it doesn’t seem to bother my wolf in the least. He stares at me with a hunger so fierce that my heart skips a beat.