Under the Alpha's Protection (Steamy Werewolf Shifter Menage Romance) Read Online Free
Author: Willow Wilde
off the rest of his jeans, he grasped me tight to him, his lips inseparable from my neck.
“More,” I begged. “I need more.”
“Oh?” He murmured into my ear, his tongue teasing along the edge. “You want more, do you?”
“Mhmm…”
I was suddenly scooped up from behind, pulled away from him. My arms reached out to him instinctively as I cried out, but he was strolling towards me as I was laid down on the grass. The other two were holding me down, their mouths descending upon my breasts. Clutching them with nimble, dexterous fingers, their lips wrapped around my puffy, aching nipples and teased both nubs together — biting ever so gently, sucking warmly, and tonguing playfully. I pulled my arms free just enough to pull both of the shifters into my embrace, their heads caught in the crooks of my elbows as I grasped into their hair.
“Oh my god…” I mustered up from my throes of bliss, feeling both shifters worship my pillowy breasts. “Don’t stop, please, don’t…just…”
I felt two incredibly strong hands clamp around my legs, just south of my kneecaps. Prying my legs apart, it was Langdon, who was reaching down to kiss my lower stomach. He peppered his way down my body, hovering around my wet, aching chasm before continuing downward, becoming fascinated with the interiors of my thighs. His kisses were powerful now, longing, pressing into my skin with such ferocity and might that they sent shivers down my spine.
Another flick across my nipples, and my spine arched, my hands grasping into the tufts of Langdon’s curly hair. He continued to kiss away inside my thighs, unwilling to rise up sooner, and my hands settled back where they were — clutching the heads of the shifters pleasing my ample chest. Soon, however, he rose up higher, lapping lightly at the juices that had begun running down my creases, and I anticipated his hot, steamy breath on the exposed lower lips of my crushing need…
His lips found my hood, and his tongue expertly discovered my clitoris. Sliding against it powerfully, teasing it with various levels of stiffness, Langdon manipulated it with dexterity. My hands couldn’t stay where they were — they needed to be guiding him, clenching into him, holding him close. I grasped his hair again, digging my fingertips against his scalp as they grasped at his curls. Don’t stop , they silently begged. Please, just keep doing that .
Another flick, another twitch of the spine. I bucked my hips into his, and before I could indicate that my clit was growing too sensitive, he understood. Pulling himself slightly further down, his lips married with my own, sliding his wet tongue into the pool of juices that was my sopping pussy. He lapped away at them with a gentle, yet almost ravenous need. His tongue penetrated deeper into me, flatly working my folds, until he finally pulled himself free. For a moment, I was afraid that was it, that the pleasure was going away, but then I felt his stiff finger push into my body.
Another fresh set of shivers, another spark down my spine.
There were two fingers now, two beautiful, calloused fingers, gliding into my body and working my g-spot. I clenched into the hair of his head even harder now, pulling him back to my clitoris. I knew it was sensitive; I knew it would resist. But I needed it too much.
He sucked the engorged nub as he worked me with his fingers, and I felt a crushing orgasm spiral down my body, focusing on my pussy until I bucked. Holding him tightly into my yearning slit, I rode the wave of bliss until I dropped my head back down to the floor, temporarily fulfilled.
But I knew, as soon as I did, that they expected the same. All of them.
“That was fantastic,” I murmured, knowing what was to come. The other two shifters, who had been fulfilling my breasts so far, were withdrawing now. They pulled themselves to their feet as Langdon rose up from between my thighs. In the
“More,” I begged. “I need more.”
“Oh?” He murmured into my ear, his tongue teasing along the edge. “You want more, do you?”
“Mhmm…”
I was suddenly scooped up from behind, pulled away from him. My arms reached out to him instinctively as I cried out, but he was strolling towards me as I was laid down on the grass. The other two were holding me down, their mouths descending upon my breasts. Clutching them with nimble, dexterous fingers, their lips wrapped around my puffy, aching nipples and teased both nubs together — biting ever so gently, sucking warmly, and tonguing playfully. I pulled my arms free just enough to pull both of the shifters into my embrace, their heads caught in the crooks of my elbows as I grasped into their hair.
“Oh my god…” I mustered up from my throes of bliss, feeling both shifters worship my pillowy breasts. “Don’t stop, please, don’t…just…”
I felt two incredibly strong hands clamp around my legs, just south of my kneecaps. Prying my legs apart, it was Langdon, who was reaching down to kiss my lower stomach. He peppered his way down my body, hovering around my wet, aching chasm before continuing downward, becoming fascinated with the interiors of my thighs. His kisses were powerful now, longing, pressing into my skin with such ferocity and might that they sent shivers down my spine.
Another flick across my nipples, and my spine arched, my hands grasping into the tufts of Langdon’s curly hair. He continued to kiss away inside my thighs, unwilling to rise up sooner, and my hands settled back where they were — clutching the heads of the shifters pleasing my ample chest. Soon, however, he rose up higher, lapping lightly at the juices that had begun running down my creases, and I anticipated his hot, steamy breath on the exposed lower lips of my crushing need…
His lips found my hood, and his tongue expertly discovered my clitoris. Sliding against it powerfully, teasing it with various levels of stiffness, Langdon manipulated it with dexterity. My hands couldn’t stay where they were — they needed to be guiding him, clenching into him, holding him close. I grasped his hair again, digging my fingertips against his scalp as they grasped at his curls. Don’t stop , they silently begged. Please, just keep doing that .
Another flick, another twitch of the spine. I bucked my hips into his, and before I could indicate that my clit was growing too sensitive, he understood. Pulling himself slightly further down, his lips married with my own, sliding his wet tongue into the pool of juices that was my sopping pussy. He lapped away at them with a gentle, yet almost ravenous need. His tongue penetrated deeper into me, flatly working my folds, until he finally pulled himself free. For a moment, I was afraid that was it, that the pleasure was going away, but then I felt his stiff finger push into my body.
Another fresh set of shivers, another spark down my spine.
There were two fingers now, two beautiful, calloused fingers, gliding into my body and working my g-spot. I clenched into the hair of his head even harder now, pulling him back to my clitoris. I knew it was sensitive; I knew it would resist. But I needed it too much.
He sucked the engorged nub as he worked me with his fingers, and I felt a crushing orgasm spiral down my body, focusing on my pussy until I bucked. Holding him tightly into my yearning slit, I rode the wave of bliss until I dropped my head back down to the floor, temporarily fulfilled.
But I knew, as soon as I did, that they expected the same. All of them.
“That was fantastic,” I murmured, knowing what was to come. The other two shifters, who had been fulfilling my breasts so far, were withdrawing now. They pulled themselves to their feet as Langdon rose up from between my thighs. In the
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