Bonded To The Pack (Military Werewolf Menage FMMMM Steamy Romance) (2 page)

As I sagged into him, I felt the van rock slightly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the other men stirring, watching, moving closer. They moved toward us like we were compasses and we were there true north. I must have made a small sound of dismay, because Michael broke away from the kiss with a smile.

"Only one thing has changed about my feelings for you, Jenny," he rasped. He gestured to the three silent men, and I saw their faces seemingly for the first time.

"Now, I'm not nearly as possessive."

The three men all laughed. "Well, I'm game," said the tall blond, corn-fed looking one. "Hey there Jenny, I'm Lyle."

I nodded at him, my brow furrowed. "Nice to meet you," I ventured.

"Yes, it is," Lyle laughed, and the rest of them joined in, Michael included.

"What's yours is ours, right?" the olive skinned one with the brooding eyes asked Michael. When Michael nodded, he turned to me and licked his lips. "They call me Crane, Jenny. The honor is all mine."

"Err, okay."  For some reason I was blushing. I wasn't sure why, but the air inside the van had changed, like an electric current was now running between the four of us. The way they were looking at me put me in mind of the way my parents' Basset hound stared at a juicy piece of steak. Every hair on my body with standing on end, and strange little bolts of electricity were all joining in a ball at my center.

"And I'm Chase," the last one spoke. Up until that point his face had been in shadow, but when he moved towards me I had to catch my breath. Aside from my Michael, he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen, with sharp cheekbones and a jaw line that could cut me.

I swallowed hard.

"So," I began, aware of the feeling of expectation that rippled through the van. "What happens now?"

"Now…we make sure you are part of the pack," Michael growled. He cupped my face, and smeared a rough kiss across my lips before shoving me roughly towards the middle seat of the van. Crane and Lyle both caught me in their strong arms as I sprawled clumsily across their laps.

I looked up at them in panting shock. Their mingled scents assaulted my nostrils, strange and unfamiliar. It seemed wrong that they were touching me, but then again, Michael was looking directly at me, pure lust radiating from his eyes. He made a low noise in the back of his throat and knelt down on the floor of the van, his face inches from mine. "We are a pack, Jenny," he rasped, "and we share everything. There can be no possessiveness, no jealousy. My pleasure is their pleasure to share." He silenced my questions with another rough kiss, and I began to feel the play of fingers along my skin. Strange fingers, exciting fingers, rough touch that was somehow both possessive and tentative.

I moaned softly, and as I heaved a great sigh, I could feel Michael's excitement. "That's my girl," he whispered encouragingly, "that's my girl."

Crane's nose was buried in my hair, inhaling my scent as his fingers traced my jaw line. Lyle's hands were stroking up and down my inner thigh, each upstroke bringing his hand dangerously close to the damp heat that was gathering between my legs. And all the while Michael watched them, his beautiful face shining with unfettered lust.

The van dipped slightly as Chase moved to kneel by my feet. He gently removed my shoes, and began to stroke his fingers up the soles of my feet. Strong fingers kneaded away the tension that had gathered there, and I felt myself relax even further, surrendering to the intricacies of their combined touch.

The way the four of them moved around me was like a choreographed dance. From somewhere outside of myself, I understood what Michael meant when he said they were a pack. They played off each other's strengths, never fumbling or getting in each other's way. When Crane moved to kiss my lips, Lyle bent his head to flick his tongue around my navel and Chase slid his tongue along the tip of my big toe. It was like they were one and the same, but each with a different touch. And the effect it was having on me was mind-blowing.

"Michael…," I moaned, reaching blindly for my husband. He snatched up my hand and kissed my palm then closed his lips around my finger, suckling slightly as the rest of the unit kissed me in turn. I could feel myself beginning to move involuntarily, writhing and arching as the little darts of pleasure became small explosions.

Like they could read my mind, the four of them moved as one, stripping me naked so deftly that I was left breathless. When my breasts swung free, Lyle caught them in his broad hands, cupping them slightly before moving his mouth to the tightened peak. He gave a low growl of appreciation as he swirled his tongue around the hardened pearl. I could feel Michael's eyes on him, and I wondered what he was thinking to see another man's mouth on me. But I got my answer when I heard the rasp of fingers against fabric.

He was stroking himself idly, watching as the three of them worshipped me.

The pace of that worship was growing more frenetic. Chase's little exploratory kisses on my feet had turned into lavish adoration. Crane's gentle stroking and kissing of my neck had turned into rough, sucking kisses that were sure to leave marks upon my pale skin.

Then Lyle moved his attention from my breasts down to the throbbing of my need.

All at once, like a collective thought occurred to them at the same time, I felt myself lifted in four pairs of hands. The four men moved around me, laying me down across the bench seat, and looming above me. I laid there panting, my whole body on fire from their attention. Everywhere their gaze landed, I felt my skin heat to scalding. Before long I was squirming, ready to beg to be touched again.

They moved as one again, tearing away their uniforms, moving with surprising grace in the small confines of the van. I bit my lip as my eyes raked over their bodies, chiseled like they had been carved from solid rock. As the moonlight poured into the cab of the van, I worried that they would transform.

"The beams have to hit us directly," Michael explained. "As long as the light is diffused through glass, we are safe."

"Wait, did you just read my mind?" I demanded.

He cocked a grin at me. "I thought you'd like that quality in a husband. That's how I know you want me to do this."

He dove for my legs, parting them roughly. He bent down, keeping his eyes locked on mine as he flickered his tongue over the buzzing nub of my clit. Taking the swollen flesh up in his lips, he suckled gently, sending crazed sensations ringing through my body like he had struck a bell.

"Oh god, Michael," I gasped, sinking my fingers into his hair. He had never done this for me before, never lavished his attention on my sex like a starving man devouring food. He growled and moaned as he swirled his tongue along the entrance to my tight, throbbing pussy, lapping up the juices that poured out of me helplessly.

I began to moan in earnest, my hips grinding against him of their own accord. I was climbing up to the highest peak of pleasure, each stroke sending me headlong towards the cliff. I just needed one more thing, just one more nudge and I would shatter wide open.

Chase's tongue found my ear, drawing the soft lobe between his lips. He raked the skin delicately with his teeth.

I screamed as the bolt of pure pleasure knocked me backwards. Gasping and reeling, I arched against Michael's tongue in a frenzy. My fragile self-control that I had been trying to maintain since this odd night began finally fell away and I began swearing, grunting like a savage animal as the sensation took me.

"Yes, oh god, oh I've missed you, oh you're home, I don't care what you are, I just want you," I babbled in a flood of emotion that could no longer be held back.

Michael slammed his lips into mine, his whole body pressed along the length of me, crushing me under his weight. I flung my arms around him, arching upward, eager to take him inside of me and feel complete. But he lifted himself away. "Not yet, JenJen," he growled, his eyes glowing with that strange light again. "I'm not ready to have it be over so soon.

I whimpered as he pulled himself away from me. My body was already craving his new, inhuman heat,

But instead of Michael heat against me, I jolted with realization when Chase knelt between my legs, his rigid cock standing at attention, a tiny pearl of pre-cum already gathering at the tip.

I whimpered, half in shock, half in need. Chase cocked a lopsided grin and pressed his thumb against my clit. "Nice to meet you, Jenny," he growled as he thrust himself inside of me.

My whole body jolted like I had been touched with a live wire, as he gripped my hips with his strong hands, his thumb raking over my clit with each punishing stroke. I heard a little yelping sound, and realized it was coming from my own mouth each time Chase's cock slammed in to me.

I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned as the pleasure began to build. When I opened them, I could see Lyle, Crane, and Michael all watching me, their hands on their cocks, stroking as they shared in their brother's pleasure.

I twisted and arched with each thrust. "More," I moaned. "I need more."

Crane bent over me, resting his forearms on the back of the seat, his cock bobbing inches from my lips. I opened my mouth invitingly, and moaned again when I felt the silky flesh of his cock head slip past my lips.

He and Chase alternated; Crane fucking my mouth as Chase pulled out of my pussy, then Chase burying himself to the hilt as Crane slid back out again. The combined rhythm sent waves of pleasure crashing into each other at my center, where they met and boiled together, building up into a tidal wave. Up and up and up I rode, the sensation swirling in me as my hot, tight pussy fluttered and pumped.

"God!" I screamed, stretching my lips wide around Crane's cock. The shattering pleasure coursed through me, sending me into a full body spasm. As I shook and shuttered, I felt Crane's cock twitch in my throat. He grabbed my head, sinking his fingers into my hair, and twining the strands into his fists before he pumped his hips, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, sending hot jets of his spunk directly down my throat.

Chase gave a low growl, and bent his lips to my breast. Pumping over me, he drew the nipple into his mouth as he thrust so deeply inside of me I thought I would split in half. His whole body shuttered, and I felt him release himself inside of me with an animal grunt.

The three of us stared at each other, panting, as I quivered with the aftershocks of my pleasure.

"Dear God, your incredible," Michael growled, pushing Crane aside and slamming his lips into mine. He climbed on top of me, pressing my legs apart with his knee. He cupped my face in his hand, his eyes fixed on me, only inches from my own. I lost myself in his gaze as he pressed himself inside of me.

The minute Michael's cock was inside of me, I was a writhing, screaming banshee. I clutched his back, raking my fingers down the rippling muscles. We growled, and grappled, nipping, and biting, and sucking each other's flesh in a frenzy of reunion.

Michael grabbed me around the waist and with a violent motion, rolled us both onto the floor of the van, landing on his back with me on top of him. "Ride me," he commanded.

I pressed my hands against his chest and began riding his cock for all I was worth. This slick walls of my pussy slid against the pulsing iron of his cock. I was well lubricated with Chase's cum and my own flood of desire and with each thrust and slap of skin against skin, I could hear the wet smack of our bodies as they slammed into each other.

Michael arched his hips, fucking me from below. He was a man possessed, using me for his own mindless pleasure and I braced myself, knowing by instinct he was about to cum.

But then something in his eyes changed, and he sat up, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me flush against his chest. "There's something I want to see you do," he growled.

"Anything," I moaned as he moved in tight little motions inside of me.

He looked up, "Lyle," he rasped.

Michael held me firm in his grasp as I felt the press of Lyle's thumb against my ass hole. Michael moved his cock within me, little, tight motions, denying me the release I craved, so that when the first brush of Lyle's cock pressed against my virgin opening, I moaned out a shattering, animal noise. Pressing my hips higher, searching for the extra sensation I needed, I felt him invade me from behind.