Page 54 of Captured By the Werewolf Highwaymen

“I am assuredly willing,” she answered at once.

Des moved to her, standing on one side, and Gideon pressed close on the other. Their naked bodies met hers, their flesh hot against her own cool skin. Des kissed her, and pulled away just enough so that Gideon could kiss her, too.

They both felt different, tasted different from each other. Des, bold and almost aggressive, Gideon, slower, sweeter, savoring her where Des claimed. Her head spun, and she clung to them, borne on sensation as their hands stroked over her nudity. Gideon’s hand was on one breast, Des’s on the other. They plucked at her nipples before bending down to take the tips of her breasts into their mouths.

Gideon’s hand skimmed down the roundness of her abdomen before lightly tracing her slit. She pushed into his touch, urging him deeper. He slicked two fingers between her folds and around her clitoris, spreading wetness.

Clara lost herself in sensation, kissing each of them in turn, letting herself be swept up in pleasure. She glided her hands over their bodies to skate over their chests, their abdomens, until she reached their cocks. As they kissed and caressed her, she wrapped her fingers around their shafts and was rewarded by their growls of approval. It took a moment for her to find a rhythm, but eventually, she learned her way, pumping her hands on their cocks. They rumbled and pushed their hips into her hands. Moisture coated her fingers.

Her hands were suddenly empty as she found herself laid back on the forest floor. The leafy canopy threw light and shadow over them. Gideon kissed his way from her lips, between her breasts, over her stomach, and then he settled his body between her legs, his mouth level with her sex. When he lapped at her with a thorough, deep lick, she arched her back and flung out her arms to grip tightly at the grass, lest she do something demanding, like press his head closer to her.

Yet as he continued to feast on her, she couldn’t stop herself, and let go of the grass to clutch at him, urging him on.

He made a hum against her folds, and went on sucking and licking her. His fingers sank into her passage, and she cried out in ecstasy.

As Gideon fucked her with his mouth and fingers, Des knelt by her head, supporting it with his hand. In his other hand, he held his cock.

“Sparrow,” he rumbled. “Will you suck me?”

In response, she opened her mouth. This, too, was something she’d read about but never been allowed to do. Another of Arthur’s edicts as to what he considered seemly for a wife.

Clara opened for Des eagerly now. She watched his face as he angled his cock toward her mouth, and how the muscles in his neck went taut as she took the large, round head between her lips. He snarled when she ran her tongue around the crown, tasting salt. When he sank his shaft by inches into her mouth, she opened as wide as she could. He was large, and she had to breathe through her nose to keep herself from choking on his length.

She loved it. Loved having her mouth filled with him.

“That’s it, sparrow,” he growled. “Suck me deep.”

She did, taking him as far as she was able. He thrust in and out of her mouth, his eyes mere slits, his body trembling and slick with sweat.

All the while, Gideon continued to devour her cunt.

She was lost to this, to the formless, all-encompassing ecstasy of being shared and pleasured by two men, both the object of adoration and a thing to be used. When Gideon sucked on her clitoris and thrust his fingers against her swollen spot within, she came. Her cry was muffled by Des’s cock in her mouth, and that renewed her pleasure all over again, and she climaxed once more.

Gideon pulled back, but then he knelt between her legs, holding her thighs apart as he lined his cock up with her opening. In encouragement, she angled her hips to position herself exactly where he needed her. At his solid, sure thrust into her, she moaned around Des’s cock, and both men were inside her, filling her.

They fucked her like that, Des in her mouth, Gideon in her cunt. She shook and shuddered and took what they gave her. There was nothing in this world but the ecstasy they created together.

Gideon stroked his thumb over her clitoris, pacing each caress with his strokes, and she screamed with her release.

“Sparrow,” Des snarled. “I’m going to come.”

She sucked on him harder.

“Oh, God,” he groaned. “That’s⁠—”

He came with a shout. His seed poured into her mouth, thick and briny. She did her best to swallow him down, yet some leaked from her mouth and dribbled down her face.

A moment later, Gideon went rigid. He let out a long, agonized moan, his head thrown back as he climaxed.

Long minutes passed, the glade filled with the sounds of their panting. Finally, Gideon pulled from her sex, and Des slid from her mouth. They curled together in the grass, with her snug between their bodies. Des curved against her back, Gideon her front, their bodies warm and slick against hers.

Caught in the currents of the aftermath, she let her mind untether in the moments before sleep. Last night, as she’d slept with Des in his wolf form, she’d been a heroine in one of her fairy tales. Today, she dwelt into the pages of her erotic novels.

She dozed. When she woke, she was still clasped between them. Gideon kissed her, and Des rubbed his mouth back and forth along her shoulder.

“That was,” she murmured, drowsy, “far better than any dream or fantasy.”

She didn’t know if she could dare hope that they might linger here. There had been no discussion of what might happen, especially now that Hugh was healed, and Cyrus was…gone.