Page 63 of Captured By the Werewolf Highwaymen

“I’ve never had anyone who wanted to be mine,” she admitted.

“That changes now,” Gideon said.

Her heart brimmed, and her eyes grew hot.

After a tremulous inhalation, she said, “Yes.” Louder, “Yes. I want your mark. I want you all for myself.”

Hugh grinned, and Gideon gave a smaller, earnest smile, while Liam and Bram nodded again. Des’s expression was fierce and profound before he lowered his mouth to hers, claiming her lips for a long, hungry kiss.

She felt herself being backed up, until the edge of the dining table met her behind. Without breaking the kiss, Des gripped her arse and lifted her to sit on the table. He stood between her legs, kissing her deeply as his hands roved over her body. He caressed her throat then cupped her breasts through her gown. She closed her eyes and arched into his touch.

And then Des slid away, and Gideon took his place, also kissing her. His fingers combed through her hair before drifting across her face, then going lower, to also stroke her breasts, touching her with carnal reverence.

Hugh was at her side, kissing his way down her neck. He and Gideon caressed her breasts, pulling down the neckline of her gown so that fingers reached her bared nipples and pinched them into taut, aching points. Between her legs, she was slick and hot.

Her gown was suddenly removed, and she was nude, perched at the end of the dining table. She fluttered her eyes open. The men were stripping, too, removing their clothing hastily so that shirts and breeches were flung away without concern as to where they might land.

Five men gazed at her, all as naked as she. They were beautiful in their different forms, long and lean, thick and burly. Their cocks were heavy and hard, arcing up towards their bellies, and these, too, came in sundry shapes. Long, wide, curved, flared.

Almost all of the men’s bodies bore scars of some kind, raised ridges or circles of flesh, indicating that they’d been grievously hurt at some point in their lives. Her heart ached. After the world had been so brutal to them, and they had faced all manner of wounds and losses, they trusted her with themselves. Even before they had marked her, they belonged to her.

She opened her arms to them.

They surrounded her, then. Gideon stood between her legs, while Hugh and Des stood on one side, and Bram and Liam were on the other. Their lips and hands were on her bare flesh, her mouth, her neck, her back, even her thighs and calves. There was no part of her that didn’t receive their ministrations, rousing her skin with heat and touch.

The room whirled around her as she lost herself in sensation. In the most delicious way, it overwhelmed her. She reached out and found a hard cock—Hugh’s—and stroked it. She took Bram’s cock in her other hand. As Gideon and Des and Liam took turns kissing her, she pumped Hugh and Bram’s shafts. Slickness leaked from their slits and coated her fingers.

She found herself laid back on the table. Hugh held one of her thighs and Bram held the other, opening her as Gideon bent down. He licked her sex before sucking on her clitoris. She cried out as she came, and climaxed again when Gideon sank two fingers inside her and thrust.

A cock head pressed against her lips. Des had one knee braced on the table, angling his shaft toward her mouth. She opened at once for him.

He slid his cock into her mouth, and she sucked. At the same time, she kept her hand on Hugh’s sex, stroking him. And then Des moved, and Liam took his place between her lips, while she pumped Bram’s cock. She lost her sense of who was where—all she knew was sensation upon sensation, her body being worshipped and used in equal measure.

Gideon straightened, and slid his cock into her. As she sucked and pumped the other men, Gideon fucked her in hard, steady drives. When he rubbed his thumb back and forth across her clitoris, another orgasm coursed through her in fiery pulses, the sound muffled by Hugh’s cock in her throat.

The room, which had once hosted elegant dinner parties, now filled with the sounds of grunts and groans, and damp flesh against damp flesh.

She made a noise, wanting to speak, and Hugh pulled his cock from her mouth. Gideon, too, stepped back, sliding free of her, and she ached for his fullness. She rose up on her elbows.

“Fuck me,” she gasped. “All of you. And I want…”

“What do you want?” Des rasped.

“When you fuck me,” she said huskily, “I want you as wolves.”

As the words left her mouth, they made rumbles of assent. Their men’s eyes already began to glow.

Within her, the moon grew and shone, filling the men with her invisible illumination. It came to her easier now, her power, and she guided it to them.

The men hunched in on themselves, their bodies shifting, growing. Fur grew to cover their swelling muscles, while their faces stretched into muzzles, and their hands lengthened and claws grew. In moments, the dining room was filled with five wolves, different sizes, different hues, all of them beautiful. All of them eager for her, their cocks massive and ruddy, pulsing in readiness.

She lay back, opening her legs as wide as she could.

Des stood between her thighs, his giant body looming over her, his breath hot and gusting across her face. He bent down to lap at her cunt.

His rough wolf’s tongue abraded her flesh deliciously. And the more he licked, the greater her desire climbed, rousing her need higher and higher. She was ablaze with it, her breasts aching, her cunt hot.

Nothing in her salacious books was like this. She had grown beyond anything she’d ever read.