Wolf Castle (Sinful Wolf Pack Romances)

“Clarissa,” I call through her door. “Are you alright in there, sweetheart?”

I frown when she does not answer. I am certain that I heard raised voices in there. She had sounded upset. I hate the idea of her being upset.

I knock again. “Honey, I’m coming in.”

“No! I’m alright, Uncle Karl,” she calls.

But there is a distressed pitch in her voice, as if she has been crying. The possessive werewolf inside me roars its fury, intent at destroying whatever has caused her harm.

The door crashes open and I stride though the threshold, my senses alert. I scowl around the room and am surprised to find her alone. She is on her knees on the floor beside the bed.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing. Just looking for my phone.”

“I heard voices.”

“It was nothing.”

My eyes settle on the bulging carryall resting on her bed.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing.”

“Honey, are you packing to leave?”

Her lips tremble. She says nothing. Tears glimmer in her eyes.

I close the distance between us and take her into my arms. I hold her in my embrace and she immediately wraps her arms around me and buries her face against my chest. She is trembling.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she murmurs, her voice shaking.

“Whatever it is, you can tell us.”

“I can’t.”

“Were you arguing with your roommate? The one you don’t like?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t need to live with her any more, baby. We’ll make sure you get your own place.”

“I don’t want your money,” she mutters, pushing me away.

Behind her mask her lovely eyes glower at me, more hazel in this light than green. I resist the urge to rip her mask off, angry at it for getting in the way when I am most desperate to read her expression.

“We want you to be happy, sweetheart. Aren’t you happy here with us?”

“It’s not that.”

I feel slightly hurt. “I thought you wanted us. Me. Like I want you.”

She gives a tortured cry and throws herself into my arms. “I do. I want you so much.”

She gazes up at me, her glimmering eyes seeming to beg me to take her right now.

“Not like this, honey,” I tell her. “Not when you’re upset.”

“I want you right now,” she says fiercely. “I know what I want.”

I groan, and my resistance melts away.

I lower my lips to gently brush over her yearning pink ones. The merest touch sends an electric current racing through me. I take in a shuddering breath. When she opens her mouth to me I am lost.

My tongue dips gently in to taste her sweetness. I scoop her up into my arms and carry her out into the lounge. Max will want to see this. I cannot deny him it.

He gets to his feet the instant he sees us. I place her on the couch where he took her virginity last night. She whimpers in desire, as if recognizing we are going to re-enact that moment. That this time it will be me inside her.

As I continue to kiss her, my mouth unwilling to leave hers, Max strips off her dress, tearing it from her body in his impatience.

He sits on one side of her and I sit on the other. His hands run over her body, her breasts, her waist, as I kiss her.

“Do you want his mouth between your legs?” he asks her hungrily.

She whimpers her consent into my open mouth. And just like that I unlock my lips from hers, eager to taste her tender pussy.

I kiss my way rapidly down her throat, her collarbone, fleetingly kiss one of her tight little nipples, and over her belly. Finally I lock my lips over her sweet pussy cleft.

I sweep up and down her slit until she is writing against my mouth, her hands buried in my hair. I moan at her delicious taste. Her aroma drives my senses wild.

I plunge my tongue into her slit and she keens with pleasure. She presses herself harder against me, rhythmically bucking her hips. I sense she wishes my tongue was my cock, driving into her.

Soon, baby. Soon.

No, says Max in my mind. Not yet. Make this last. Make her crave her orgasm.

Through our mental connection I see her rosy nipple as his mouth descends onto it. As he begins to suckle her earnestly, she gives a cry of pleasure and her body arches up off the couch, desperate for us.

I work my tongue into her, pressing it deep, feasting on her taste and then pressing it around and around her sensitive entrance.

As I work her pussy I sense him working her tits. Pressing them, squeezing them, his fingers tweaking one hard nipple fiercely as his mouth works the other.

Together we bring her to the very edge and then together we pull back. He begins to kiss the soft skin between her breasts, avoiding the sensitive mounds and their pink begging tips.

I pull my tongue away from her entrance and glide it so gently along her channel, avoiding her vagina, avoiding her clit.

She moans in frustration as the peak of her orgasm recedes instead of cresting.

“Please,” she begs us. “I want you. Please.”

I ignore her entreaties. I kiss her belly, dip my tongue into her navel. My hands stroke lazily up and down her inner thighs, keeping her arousal simmering but refusing to let it boil over.

“Please!” she begs more desperately. “Please, Uncle Karl. Please, Uncle Max.”

“What do you want?” Max asks her teasingly.

“I want to come,” she cries petulantly.

“How do you want to come?” he asks, playing the devil.

“With your mouth on my nipples, sucking me. With Uncle Karl fucking me with his tongue.”

“You didn’t ask nicely.”

“Please! Pretty please!”

She reaches a hand towards her clit. He grabs hold of it before she can touch herself.

“Naughty girl,” he chides.

I move aside as he flips her onto her back. He spanks her tender bottom swiftly three times.

“Yes!” she hisses, pressing her pussy mound into the cushions as if to stimulate her clit.

Max chuckles. “We’ve turned our little angel into a little minx.” He sounds approving.

He pulls the round cheeks of her ass apart to reveal the dusky cleft between them. He presses his thumb lightly against the bud of her anus.

She whimpers in delight and raises her bottom towards him.

“Naughty girl. You want Uncle Karl to fuck you there?”

“Yes!” she cries impatiently, almost sobbing in frustration. “Please just fuck me.”

He spanks her again, harder now, each slap leaving her bottom red.

“So naughty,” he says, his eyes gleaming both in delight and mild annoyance. “You’ve let Jake fuck you there already, haven’t you.”

“Yes!” she cries defiantly. “And it was so good!”

He grins at me, and I smirk back.

Our naughty angel has no idea how much we are going to punish her now. If she thinks this frustration is bad, I can’t wait to see her when we are done.

I go over to the side bar and bring back the bottle Max wants. He unstoppers it and puts it to his mouth. He takes a deep pull before handing it to me.

I take a couple of swallows, reveling in the rush of frenzied heat that sweeps over my tongue and throat. I can feel it deep in my belly, setting my insides alight.

This stuff is no mere alcohol. It is infused with Nashaa, a potion whose brewing technique is a closely guarded secret. It is damn expensive, and for good reason. Nothing else heightens sexual pleasure quite like it.

Max pulls the cheeks of her ass apart and I carefully spill a splash onto her anal bud. The liquid gathers in her cleft. She gasps at the sensation, and I know she is feeling its first gentle burn.

Max gives me a wicked grin, then he presses his thumb a half inch into her tight bud, opening it to let the liquid pour in.

A primal cry rips from her throat and her hips buck up off the cushion.

Max gives a groan of delight and holds her down against the cushion. She gasps and pants, her buttocks clenching as she moans and writhes, unable to understand the sensation.

He gives her only a few moments before he prises her ass cheeks apart again. I dribble a generous amount onto her ass. Enough to run down her cleft and spill onto her pussy.

“Oh my god!” she cries out. “What is that?”

He holds her pussy lips apart so I can douse her inner channel.

“Oh God!” Oh God!” she keens.

Her hips grind against his hand, desperate for something she can’t understand. She needs to come, badly. She wants him to touch her.

He does. But only to rub the liquid into her most sensitive flesh. She lets out a long moan and her toes curl at the intensity of the sensation.

I know when he has spread a few drops over her clit because she gives a shriek of pleasure and bucks against his hand.

“No,” he chides her, pulling it away.

We both know full well what she is feeling. The Nashaa gives an intense burn, the sort that sets your flesh alight, but not enough to fully satisfy. It is like being on the intense edge of orgasm but not being able to crest it. We both know it will already be driving her crazy.

“Please, fuck me,” she pants. “Please fuck me, Uncle Karl.”

Max flips her over to her back and she reaches for him eagerly.

“No,” he chides her. “Not yet, naughty baby.”

He holds her thighs apart. She complies, desperate for his cock. Little does she know he is opening it for me.

He presses her knees up and back, holding her in place. I take another sip of the Nashaa, and then I pull open her inner pussy lips, revealing the small entrance of her vagina. I tip a generous amount inside.

She squeals.

She is so tight that most sloshes out, but enough gets in for her to begin a frenzied moaning. Her hips writhe, as if she is being fucked by an invisible cock. Being fucked by the Nashaa.

Immediately I am jealous. I want my cock there, inside her tight channel, working her to her orgasm.

Max nuzzles lightly at her sensitive nipples, a signal for me to begin working her again.

I bury my mouth between her legs and sip at the Nashaa in her vagina. I dip my tongue in and out, suckling her, but keeping my touches light. Any little thing could tip her over the edge now and we don’t want that yet. She is going to have to wait until we are good and ready.

Max sloshes some Nashaa over her sensitive little nips and she gives a hoarse cry, which gets louder when he begins to lick her, massaging it in with gentle sweeps of his tongue.

“Please let me come,” she begs.

“No,” he tells her firmly.

“Please! I love you, Uncle Max, Uncle Karl. I need it. Please.”

My heart soars at her words. My tongue stills between her legs. She is babbling in her need, and yet her admission has made me desperate to give her anything in my power. I want to let her come. But Max would never forgive me.

“How badly do you want to come, sweet baby?” he says.

“So badly. Please!”

I pull my head out from between her thighs to give him an enquiring glance. This must surely be enough. She is desperate now, her entire pussy flushed red. Even her belly and ass cheeks are reddened with intense arousal.

He shakes his head.

She lets out a panting gasp of disappointment. “Please,” she begs.

And then she does the one thing neither of us expected.

She reaches to her face and peels away her mask. Her face is straight out of our wildest dreams.

Clara!

“Please, Uncle Karl, Uncle Max. I need it.”

Both of us stare at her, stunned. It is our Clara! The sweet angel we have dreamed of and lusted after for years. The only girl we never dared touch. She is naked before us, begin us to make her come.

Max growls an epithet under his voice.

Tears are streaming down her cheeks, of lust and desperate need. “Please, I want you both. I need you.”

“Sweetheart,” I murmur, my head reeling.

Max lets out a roar of undisguised emotion. His mouth descends on hers for a desperate kiss. She wraps her arms around his muscled neck, eagerly opening her moth for his thrusting tongue.

My cock wants to be in her, but not yet, not like this. I don’t want her so awash in Nashaa that my Clara doesn’t even know it is me inside her. So I give her my mouth with un-abandoned intensity.

I sucked her little clit, pulling it again and again between my lips. And then when she is on the very edge, I plunge my tongue deep into her little hole and press a finger hard onto her clit.

She comes with a muffled scream, her pussy spasming sweetly around my thrusting tongue. I lap at her until her hips stop jerking and her breathing eases.

I kiss my way back up her belly, and Max pulls away from her lips to let me claim her mouth.

“Sweetheart,” he says. “Why didn’t you tell us it was you?”

I nuzzle her lips gently, and then let her answer.

“I don’t know,” she says shyly. “Are you mad?”

“Never,” I say intensely, smoothing back strands of her damp hair that are clinging to her forehead.

“You’re really not?”

“Honey, we could never be mad at you. You have no idea how long we’ve wanted you.”

“Will Uncles Jake and Anthony be mad?”

Max lets out a harsh laugh. “The hell they will. I can’t wait to show them it was you all along.”

Her already pink cheeks flush a deeper hue. Her eyes glow up at both of us.

“You think they’ll like it?”

“Absolutely,” I say, beaming at her shyness.

I cannot help but claim her soft pink lips in another tender kiss.

When I break away, she still looks hesitant.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Dad will be mad. You said he is coming tomorrow.”

“Not now, he isn’t” says Max.

His hands are at her delicate waist. He is still gazing at her intensely like he cannot believe she is here with us.

“But what will you tell him?”

“I’ll tell him to keep busy with his succubae is what. He won’t want to leave those two anyway.”

She beams in relief. “Thank you!”

He indulges himself in kissing her deeply for a few minutes. I run my hands over her body, newly marveling at it now that I know she is our Clara.

Then he sweeps her up into his arms to take her to his room.

The three of us shower together, Max and I barely able to keep our hands and mouths off her. She is a hungry little minx, and it is the most we can do to stop her from fastening her mouth over our still hard cocks.

If we take her now we will exhaust her before the other two get back, and they will be mad about it.

We want them to see us take her in the full knowledge it is our Clara, not just some fantasy girl who looks like her.

Afterwards, we dry her off tenderly and dress her in a silken gold camisole and panties that are so sheer that they barely cover her.

Max phones Jake and Anthony, telling them we have a surprise for them. We have a snack in the lounge while we wait impatiently.

Clara’s sweet blushes and frequent shy glances towards to the door make it incredibly hard for both of us to keep our hands off her. Our pants do nothing to hide our erections.

I decide I can’t resist playing while we wait.

I pull her onto my lap to kiss and fondle her. She grinds her silk clad pussy over my hard bulge while Max watches through narrowed eyes. His hands dip frequently into her ass crack. We finally hear the front door open.

She sits up straight on my lap, biting her lip in anticipation. Her sweet expression is eager and hopeful. I want to see the guys’ faces when they spot her, but I cannot bear to tear my eyes away from her unmasked face.

And so I see her shock immediately. It is swiftly replaced by horror.

With a strangled cry she leaps up off my lap and bolts away.