Bonded To The Pack (Military Werewolf Menage FMMMM Steamy Romance) Read Free Page A

I don't care what you are, I just want you," I babbled in a flood of emotion that could no longer be held back.
     
    Michael slammed his lips into mine, his whole body pressed along the length of me, crushing me under his weight. I flung my arms around him, arching upward, eager to take him inside of me and feel complete. But he lifted himself away. "Not yet, JenJen," he growled, his eyes glowing with that strange light again. "I'm not ready to have it be over so soon.
     
    I whimpered as he pulled himself away from me. My body was already craving his new, inhuman heat,
     
    But instead of Michael heat against me, I jolted with realization when Chase knelt between my legs, his rigid cock standing at attention, a tiny pearl of pre-cum already gathering at the tip.
     
    I whimpered, half in shock, half in need. Chase cocked a lopsided grin and pressed his thumb against my clit. "Nice to meet you, Jenny," he growled as he thrust himself inside of me.
     
    My whole body jolted like I had been touched with a live wire, as he gripped my hips with his strong hands, his thumb raking over my clit with each punishing stroke. I heard a little yelping sound, and realized it was coming from my own mouth each time Chase's cock slammed in to me.
     
    I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned as the pleasure began to build. When I opened them, I could see Lyle, Crane, and Michael all watching me, their hands on their cocks, stroking as they shared in their brother's pleasure.
     
    I twisted and arched with each thrust. "More," I moaned. "I need more."
     
    Crane bent over me, resting his forearms on the back of the seat, his cock bobbing inches from my lips. I opened my mouth invitingly, and moaned again when I felt the silky flesh of his cock head slip past my lips.
     
    He and Chase alternated; Crane fucking my mouth as Chase pulled out of my pussy, then Chase burying himself to the hilt as Crane slid back out again. The combined rhythm sent waves of pleasure crashing into each other at my center, where they met and boiled together, building up into a tidal wave. Up and up and up I rode, the sensation swirling in me as my hot, tight pussy fluttered and pumped.
     
    "God!" I screamed, stretching my lips wide around Crane's cock. The shattering pleasure coursed through me, sending me into a full body spasm. As I shook and shuttered, I felt Crane's cock twitch in my throat. He grabbed my head, sinking his fingers into my hair, and twining the strands into his fists before he pumped his hips, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, sending hot jets of his spunk directly down my throat.
     
    Chase gave a low growl, and bent his lips to my breast. Pumping over me, he drew the nipple into his mouth as he thrust so deeply inside of me I thought I would split in half. His whole body shuttered, and I felt him release himself inside of me with an animal grunt.
     
    The three of us stared at each other, panting, as I quivered with the aftershocks of my pleasure.
     
    "Dear God, your incredible," Michael growled, pushing Crane aside and slamming his lips into mine. He climbed on top of me, pressing my legs apart with his knee. He cupped my face in his hand, his eyes fixed on me, only inches from my own. I lost myself in his gaze as he pressed himself inside of me.
     
    The minute Michael's cock was inside of me, I was a writhing, screaming banshee. I clutched his back, raking my fingers down the rippling muscles. We growled, and grappled, nipping, and biting, and sucking each other's flesh in a frenzy of reunion.
     
    Michael grabbed me around the waist and with a violent motion, rolled us both onto the floor of the van, landing on his back with me on top of him. "Ride me," he commanded.
     
    I pressed my hands against his chest and began riding his cock for all I was worth. This slick walls of my pussy slid against the pulsing iron of his cock. I was well lubricated with Chase's cum and my own flood of desire and with each thrust and slap of skin against