Page 53 of Thrown To The Wolf


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I was being a bitch, letting Jack flick open my jeans’ button and slide my zipper down, both boys' hands fighting to get inside my pants the fastest. My loving, supportive mate was back, he’d shown that when he was defusing things by the car, and I hoped he was back for good. I wanted to be nice, to reconnect and get more details on the thought process that made him think cutting off our bond was the solution.

But I was not all sweetness and light. A dark, powerful part of myself rose within me, a part that gloried in Hawk and Jack scrambling to bring me pleasure, that put an insolent arch into my spine as they made contact with my clit. Fuck! My display was momentarily disturbed as fingers worked their way inside me. They couldn’t go deep, instead the thrusts were too shallow, which somehow just made the whole thing hotter. Jack pulled his hand free, smiling like a kid with a lollipop when he showed me the glistening residue on his fingers before sticking out a tongue and licking one clean, and it was weirdly an echo of something Finn had done before. He didn’t get to enjoy it for long, as Hawk grabbed his wrist and sucked every drop off his lover’s hand before pushing his fingers in to get a taste of his own.

The game was played out now. I knew this was real when I heard the rasp of everyone’s breath, our eyes half gone with lust. The guys reached across to kiss each other, licking my taste off each other’s lips before descending on mine.

Jack pulled away finally, and Hawk surged forward to fill the gap, forcing his tongue down my throat as his hands undid the buttons of my shirt. The cool air felt like a caress on my breasts.

“Drive,” Jack ordered. “You need to catch up with the rest, or we’ll be helplessly lost in this place. We’re gonna bring our mate to a nice little orgasm right here in the back seat, and you’re going to listen to every single cry and moan we wring from her and think fucking twice about walking away from our girl ever again.”

Those words. I looked at Jack for a moment as he turned back to me, that devilish smile Hawk and I loved so much across his face. He was always going to be a difficult member of the pack, but he had a role, I realised that now. So I pulled him back towards me and kissed him deep as Hawk’s hands dislodged the cups of my bra, his fingers surging forward to pluck at my nipples. I grabbed handfuls of that blond hair as he shifted my hips closer, making it easier for his hands to return where I wanted them most.

“Gods, love, you’re so fucking wet,” he groaned.

“Starting to wonder who’s being tormented here,” Hawk rumbled.

I laughed, a wild, heartless thing I would no doubt regret later, but I leant back, my tits pointing to the sky as I kissed Hawk. His hands skated possessively over me as I sucked on his full bottom lip, the movements increasingly restive.

I fucking loved how responsive Hawk was. I could see what Jack got out of this. Apart from that big muscular body and his sweet nature, Hawk treated you like he was permanently surprised at his good fortune, but now that it’d landed in his lap, he was gonna have his hot, dirty way with it. I unclipped my belt and shifted so that one knee was on the seat, the other leg half extended in the footwell, leaning over on both hands to kiss Hawk.

“Oh, yes,” Jack said in exultation, peeling my jeans down over my arse.

“For fuck’s sake, Jules,” Finn said. “What if we have an accident?”

I looked back over my shoulder, and Hawk moved in to kiss my neck, nipping at the skin there, distracting me for a moment.

“Not everything is safe, Finn,” I said. “Not everything can be risk managed. If you’re worried, keep your eyes on the path ahead and drive carefully, because this is happening.”

“That’s my girl,” Jack said, then dropped a kiss on one butt cheek as he worked my jeans down. I jumped when the first kiss landed on my thigh, then felt his fingers spread the dripping wetness along my seam. What a good idea.

“Get your cock out,” I said to Hawk.

“I don’t need to—” he started to say, but his tongue flicked over his lips.

“I need it. I need to see that big fat cock out and in your hand, and I need it now.”

My Tirian shifted inside me, pacing, her interest rising. This is how she wanted me to operate most of the time, I knew, but I was pretty intent on not being a raging bitch, so she only got the opportunity rarely.

“Oh yes,” I hissed when it appeared. He was rigid, the veins standing out in stark relief around its length, and his fingers squeezed around the considerable girth, making the head look an even angrier red. “Give it a stroke for me.”

“I’ll—”

“No, you won’t. Not you, Hawk. You wait, you endure, you persist beyond everything else.” His eyes studied mine, and then his hand began to move. “That’s it, love,” I said with an encouraging nod. His eyes softened at that, at that one little word. We needed to say it more if that’s how he responded, lavish every pet name and sweetness on our guy. I moved in closer, shifting with the rocking motion of the car until my face was buried in his neck. “It’s so hot, Hawk. You look so fucking needy.” I said the words against his skin, but he heard them. One hand sped up, giving his cock long, loving strokes, the other reaching around to hold me steady.

“Make him as crazy as I’ll make you,” Jack rasped from behind me, my only warning before he buried his face inside my cunt.

My hand went to Hawk’s cock, mine curling on top of his, working that hard length and swallowing his gasps down with my kisses. But that wasn’t enough, as Jack’s mobile tongue, always wagging about something, now found its truest calling between my legs. He flicked it roughly across my clit and shoved it as far inside me as he could, then replaced it with his fingers when his lips dropped to my clit. I found my teeth closing down on the skin of Hawk’s neck, and he panted wordless encouragement as I sucked and tugged at the skin there, smearing it with my searing venom.

“Oh fuck, Jules,” Hawk said, wrapping his other hand around mine and jacking it harder, faster. I flung him off, grabbing him with a roughness I never would have dared use before, and worked him rapidly.

“You’re getting our boy close,” Jack said, pulling away.

I gave a guttural moan. He kept forcing his fingers inside me, his thumb rubbing firmly over my clit on every downstroke. I was the same, I could feel the cramping in my spine.

“She tastes so fucking good, love,” Jack said. “Like honey.”

“So fucking swap sides!” Hawk ground out, his fingers clawing at the upholstery.

He wasn’t far off, I could feel him throb inside my grip, so I dropped my head down, and Hawk yelped as my mouth engulfed his cock. He prayed to some unknown god as I bobbed up and down, moving with me when the bounce of the car had me swaying, bucking up to meet my motions.

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