Wolf Castle (Sinful Wolf Pack Romances)

I wake up in daylight and realize we have slept through the entire night.

And it is no wonder I slept so peacefully; Uncle Karl’s arms are wrapped around me. I am spooned against him and I can feel his morning hardness pressed into my ass.

I hold his arms tighter to me, and lazily wish I was facing him so I could nuzzle his jaw. I want to tease him with little kisses until he wakes up.

Just like he teased me last night until I fell asleep.

I smile at the memory. How his gentle kisses washed all the fear and self-blame away, letting me fall into a deep soothing sleep.

I love them. I told them I loved them, and they still want me. That is enough for me.

I wonder what Uncle Max told my dad, but my mind immediately shies away from thinking about that topic. I won’t let it spoil my last day here in Otherworld with the only four men I want in the world.

As if sensing my thoughts, Uncle Karl awakes. He nuzzles softly at the back of my neck.

“Hi,” he whispers.

I roll over to face him, and claim his mouth in a kiss.

As I make to climb on top of him, he shakes his head a little.

I murmur in discontent.

“We still need to surprise the others,” he says with a wicked smile.

I pout. “But I don’t want to wait.”

“No need,” he says, scooping me up into his arms. “I can hear they’re already up. They’ve even had their breakfast. I’m pretty sure they won’t turn down dessert.”

“How do you know they’ve had breakfast?” I demand.

He gives me a mysterious grin.

He carries me in his arms out of my room, me still in the flimsy golden lingerie from yesterday.

Nerves begin to flutter in my belly as I hear the voices of Uncles Max and Jake in the dining space. The smell of coffee lets me know that they really are finishing up with breakfast.

I bite my lip in suddenly anxiety, and Uncle Karl lowers his head to kiss me. I throw myself into his kiss wholeheartedly, using him as a shield as we approach the other men. Suddenly I am too shy to show them my face.

He chuckles into the kiss.

Uncle Jake lets out a wolf whistle when he sees us.

“Stop hogging her,” he complains, possessively prising me out of Uncle Karl’s arms.

Uncle Karl lets him take me. Uncle Max gives me a playful kiss, nibbling at my lips until I giggle.

I take shy glance at Uncle Jake, and his mouth drops open. With a stunned expression he rises to his feet. He stares at me for a few moments.

“Hi Uncle Jake,” I whisper, blushing in mortification and delight.

“Clara,” he says hoarsely. And then he steps towards me to kiss me passionately, his mouth tasting mine like he can’t get enough.

He takes me from Uncle Max and deposits me on a high stool at the breakfast bar. His hands begin tearing at my camisole, ripping it to shreds in his rush to remove it from my body.

He pulls out of the kiss to stare down at my naked breasts in wonder.

Uncle Anthony comes in from the kitchen with a pot of fresh coffee. He takes a seat on the stool beside us, looking amused at Uncle Jake’s enthusiasm. It takes a moment for it to hit him that I am not Clarissa.

“Clara?” he says incredulously.

I give him a shy smile.

Instantly he snatches me up from my stool and pulls me onto his lap. As Uncle Jake bites and kisses my shoulders and fondles my breasts from behind, I grind my silk-clad pussy onto Uncle Anthony’s hard bulge.

His black eyes gleam in possessive satisfaction. He is reveling in me grinding my slit so eagerly against his rampant cock.

It takes him under a second to tug his shorts down and pull his bare cock free. I am slick and ready, which is lucky because I don’t think he could have waited if he wanted to.

I fix my eyes on Uncle Karl, eager to see him watching us. I hold his gaze as Uncle Anthony uses his thick cock head to nudge aside the gusset of my panties. He positions it against my tight hole. He grips my hips hard. In one thrust he is all the way inside me.

I pant eagerly in rhythm to his thrusts, and Uncle Karl’s pupils widen in sheer lust. I know he wants me. I want him too. Badly.

He is the only one I have not yet had, and now the one I want most.

“Get her on the floor,” orders Uncle Max.

Uncle Anthony holds me close and gets down on the floor, his cock still inside me. I pump myself up and down in it, riding him and staring at Uncle Karl – right up until the second Uncle Max puts his big cock into my mouth.

I wrap my lips tightly around his thick shaft, savoring his aroma. The pheromones are so strong they make my head swim.

They let me know he wants me badly, so does his hand buried in my hair. It guides me. I suck him hard, bobbing my head up and down to his commanding rhythm.

And then I feel Uncle Jake behind me. He wastes no time in working my slippery juices into my ass crack, then his thick shaft pushes inside me.

Uncles Anthony and Jake give me no mercy. Both fuck me hard, using my body with such intensity. I have no doubt knowing it is really me has made them this horny. They have wanted me so much for so long they can barely control themselves.

I revel in the sensations of being triple penetrated. I love it. I love them. Their taste, their scent, their touch. They use me hard, and it is Uncle Karl who ensures my pleasure.

It is his hands that work my nipples, rolling them gently as the others’ hard cocks fuck me relentlessly.

It is his hands that glide down my belly, that seek out my clit again and again, making my pleasure peak until it crashes over me. The others come with harsh cries of satisfaction, as if my orgasm was what they needed.

Exhausted, I lie on Uncle Anthony’s chest to catch my breath, my ear pressed up against his heartbeat. But I am not sated. There is something more I need.

I sit up and reach for Uncle Karl. He is the one I want now. Him alone.

He gathers me up and takes me back to my bed, back to where I was with him all night. Back to where I wanted him so long and so short a time ago.

He places me on top of him, so I can ride him at my own pace. He is so fearsomely hard. I stroke him with my hands, then I scoot down to take him into my mouth. I want to taste him, touch him, everything.

I make him groan with desire, like he made me groan yesterday when he spilled that agonizingly erotic liquid inside my most sensitive parts.

I make him beg before I finally straddle him, my sleek thighs spread over his powerful ones.

He tries to plunge into me, but I shake my head and insistently push him back onto the pillows.

This time is for me.

I know he could take me so easily if he wanted, overpower me and thrust into me hard. I know that I would orgasm the second he did, screaming hard.

And so it is joyful to me that he lets me take charge. I grip his steely velvet shaft in my hand and guide it inside my pussy. I savor every touch, lowering myself just an inch onto him and grinding my tight entrance against him in little circles.

The intensity of the feeling takes my breath away. By now he is groaning and his body is slick in perspiration. I work him slowly deeper until finally he is buried inside me all the way to his balls.

I am dimly aware of the other three in the doorway watching the two of us.

I keep my eyes locked on Uncle Karl. I ride him slowly, squeezing my pussy walls hard each time I thrust down on to him. I grind my clit against his coarse golden pubic hair. I pinch and squeeze my own nipples, and moan and moan in pleasure.

Finally I bend low so that my lips skim his. I whisper, “Fuck me.”

He flips me onto my back so fast that I lose my breath.

He pushes my knees up and back, and then he pounds into me, pistoning with the force of his desperate arousal.

Somehow he regains control of himself. I whimper in disappointment when he purposefully slows down. My gentle giant. This time it is him who takes his time, gliding his thick shaft into me over and over, and bending low to mouth my breasts.

I am begging him to let me come long before I do. And when that glorious orgasm washes over me with all its intensity, I know every second was worth it. And so does he.