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

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Author: Nikki Wild
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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,

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