Wolf Castle (Sinful Wolf Pack Romances)

The girl is stunning. A delicate slender blond with ripe round tits that jut out above her tiny waist, and a delicious curvy ass that is barely covered by her tiny dress.

She’s shy too, and has somehow got her hands on a mask of obscurity. I didn’t ask for it, and yet it only heightens my desire.

The mask is strong enough to block my perception of her real face. I can still see her flushed high cheekbones and her slightly-parted, full pink lips and the curve of her perfect brow.

Even if I knew her I wouldn’t recognize her. I must remember to thank Juniper for this titillating extra touch.

Her heart is tripping rapidly. With my heightened senses I hear it clearly. I give her a wolfish smile, and my hands tighten at her waist. She gazes up at me pliantly, as if she knows she is already mine.

I stroke my thumbs slowly up and down her rib cage, just underneath her full breasts, and she gives a delicious shiver in response.

I want nothing more than to throw her down onto the deep pile carpet and ravish her right here and now, even with other men watching. But this one is more special that I had imagined. First I am determined to make her want me as badly as I want her.

“She’s a stunner,” says Karl. “Honey, you’re making us want to stay home all weekend, just to look at you.”

He comes up behind her and strokes his hands over her ass, making her breath catch in her throat. He gives it a gentle squeeze.

He doesn’t pull her skirt up. Not yet. He likes his women wet and willing, and although we both know this girl wants us, we can tell she wants to be eased into it.

As Karl runs his hands over her ass cheeks, the girl’s eyes open wide and she takes a quick glance back at him. Her lips part as she takes in handsome Karl with his blond hair and wide shoulders. Little does she know that those strong biceps of his are aching to bend her over and have his way.

Over on the couch Jake and Anthony both let out appreciative whistles, and the girl darts them a startled glance. As she takes them in, I see her pupils become large and dark.

Jake with his closely cropped brown hair and his stubbly beard that makes him look rakish, and Anthony with his jet black hair and handsome Italian good looks are both looking at her like they want to eat her alive.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, gents,” I say. “This little lady doesn’t know us yet.”

She swallows as she gazes up at me. She has to tip her chin to take me in. I am the biggest of the men, and next to my powerful body, her slender one is soft and vulnerable. I have to take care not to crush her rib cage between my hands.

As I continue to stroke her, I sense by the way her breath becomes rapid that the skin under her breasts is tingling and becoming sensitive.

“Honey, what’s your name?” I demand.

“Clar—“ Her breath catches. “Clarissa,” she murmurs.

My cock jumps in my pants. For a moment I thought she had been about to say Clara. That would have made the fantasy perfect.

The other men give me a meaningful glance, and I know they are thinking the same thing too.

“What a lovely name,” says Karl behind her. “Do your friends call you Clara, sweetheart?”

“No,” she says.

“A shame,” he says, his hands continuing to play with her bottom.

Karl is my beta, my second-in-command. We know each other so well in fact that when he opens up his mental channel to me, I can sense what he is seeing and feeling.

When one of his hands slips between the crack of her ass cheeks, with only thin fabric separating his skin from hers, I sense his barely restrained desire to reach under her skirt. She clenches her buttocks around his hand involuntarily, and he growls deep in his throat.

“Enough with this waste of time,” says Jake, always the most impatient. “She is here to fuck, and so are we. Why don’t you take that dress off, baby, and show us what’s underneath?”

I shoot him a warning glance but it is too late. His words startle our sweet Clarissa. She shakes her head and squeezes herself out from between me and Karl.

“They told me I’m your maid for this weekend,” she says in a small voice.

She bites her lip, but then she musters up her courage and raises her chin to look Jake straight in the eyes. Her show of bravery makes me proud of her.

“Shall I get you your drinks?” she says, hurrying over to the side table with its silver bucket of ice and array of alcohol and other more interesting beverages that our host has thoughtfully provided for us.

When faced with the numerous bottles and cut-crystal decanters, she looks confused. The corner of my lips tip up. Half the drinks on there are not exactly alcohol.

I instruct her on how to fix our drinks. I tell her to make one for herself too. Just a little alcohol, rather than any of the more special delights on offer. She doesn’t need any of those.

The men and I settled back to cards, and she perches on the edge of one of the couches to watch us play. We play for high stakes, but the game suddenly seems to have lost its allure. We spend more time devouring her with our eyes than looking at our cards.

Jake asks her how she came to be here. She looks a little hesitant at first, as if something went through her mind that she doesn’t want to tell us.

“My college roommate got me an invite,” she says.

“Do you like living with a roommate?”

She shrugs. “It’s all right.”

“But you’d prefer your own room?”

“I suppose. I have a part-time job as a waitress, and I’m saving for it.”

“Won’t your parents pay for it?”

The hooded look comes into her eyes as if she doesn’t want to talk about her parents.

“Dad gives me an allowance to pay for my tuition and a shared room. But he believes that people should earn their way, so if I want any extras I have to pay for them myself.”

“And how do you feel about that?”

“I think he is right,” she says firmly.

“Good girl,” I say approvingly.

She smiles at me gratefully, and confesses, “I am hoping to have my own room by the final semester. But I don’t want to work too many hours in case my grades slip.”

I can’t help but smile at her. It hadn’t crossed my mind that our little beauty would be so sensible. If anything, it makes me want her even more.

“You should play with us,” says Karl. “You deserve to have a little fun while you’re here.”

“Tell you what,” says Jake, with a devilish twinkle in his eye. “We’ll make it interesting for you.”

He offers her a deal where if she wins a hand, we will quadruple her winnings. To my pleasure, her eyes light up.

I am more than willing to help her get what she wants. I’ll be happy if she wins.

Knowing Jake, I sense that I’ll be happy if she doesn’t win too.

To my disappointment she shakes her head, knowing that it is unlikely that she will win against us. Smart girl. So Jake raises his brows at us and suggests we play an easier game of chance. We readily agree.

Her brows draw together slightly as she considers. She seems to realize this is too good an opportunity to turn down.

“What happens if I lose?” she asks.

“You give the winner a kiss,” says Jake.

“A willing kiss,” I interject.

The other men laugh good-naturedly.

She chews her lip as she contemplates this. All of us watch her eagerly. She darts a quick glance at each of us as if trying to figure out who she might end up kissing, and the pretty pink blush spreads over her cheeks.

I can almost see her doing the math in her head. We’ve given her such easy terms that in just a couple of wins she could move into her own new room tomorrow.

I sense that she knows that even if she loses she will enjoy being kissed.

“Okay. I’ll play,” she says, to our great pleasure.

She quickly loses the first hand.

Naturally I make sure that I win. The other men give me exasperated glances, but what did they expect? They should have known I would insist on the first kiss.

The thought of possessing her tender mouth with mine fills me with heat, and the smile I give her is dangerous.

Her big hazel-green eyes turn to me. A shiver runs through her as she realizes she is going to have to kiss me while the others watch. She licks her lips, making my cock twitch.

Her lashes flutter, covering her eyes for a moment, and when she looks back up there is a pleading expression in them.

“Can we play another hand?” she asks sweetly.

Hell no. I want my kiss.

And yet I can’t find the words to say no to her. Not when she is looking at me like that.

To my annoyance Jake quickly agrees, earning a glare from me. I am about to object when he says that if she loses again she will have to pay a penalty.

My heart pounds my chest. This sounds interesting.

“What will it be?” she asks.

“One kiss for all of us,” says Jake.

Her cheeks go red, but she agrees quickly.

Such a sweet innocent. If she hopes just to give us a quick peck on the lips she is about to find herself mistaken. But maybe she knows it. Maybe this is exactly what she wants.

She loses again.

I can barely restrain my eagerness as I pull her onto my lap. Her heart trips in her chest as I tip her chin up to look at me.

I am about to tell her my name but instead I find myself saying, “Call me Uncle Max.” Because I want to make this sweet fantasy of mine as real as possible.

Her eyes widen and desire roars in my chest.

She blushes, but nods readily in agreement.

She quickly kisses the corner of my mouth, and her soft lips linger a moment over the slight hint of my stubble. Then she tries to get up off my lap.

I wrap a powerful arm around her waist and hold her in place.

“A proper kiss,” I growl.

She hesitates. “A proper kiss, Uncle Max?” she says, biting her lip.

At the sound of her saying my name I lose my restraint. I press my mouth firmly onto her soft lips and tease them apart. A shiver runs through her whole body, and I know that she is inhaling my dangerous scent. She moans a little and opens her mouth, and my tongue presses in to play with hers.

I kiss her like I want to fuck her, my tongue insistent in her mouth like my cock wants to be in her sex.

Lifting her up by the waist, I reposition her so that her knees are spread on either side of my powerful thighs. My cock wants to be released to spring against her flat belly. But I know I mustn’t. Not yet.

The muscular band of my arm pulls her closer to my chest, squashing her high young breasts against the hard muscles of my pecs. I feel the firm nubs of her little nipples pressing against me. She gives a little whimper of delight.

One of her arms wriggles out from my embrace. She reaches around to pull at the back of her skirt. I realize that she is worried that the others, whose eyes are fixed on her, might glimpse her ass cheeks.

This inflames me even more. I tug at her waist until the mound of her pussy meets my groin. I want her to feel the heat of my jutting cock, to know how hard I am for her.

For a moment her sex squirms against my hardness, seeming to be begging for it.

But then she pulls out of the kiss, and pants, “Uncle Max, you said just a kiss.”

“A kiss for all of us,” Jake growls.

He has been leaning forward on the chair nearest us, watching impatiently. Now he comes to sit beside me and pulls her onto his lap.

Feeling a small sense of loss, I let her go. Fair is fair, and I know l will enjoy watching almost as much as I enjoy having.

Jake positions her with her back against his chest, all the better to display her gorgeous body. He tilts her head around towards him. She gazes up at him with her eyes half glazed and her mouth panting soft little breaths.

“It’s Uncle Jake’s turn,” he rasps. “You ready for me, baby?”

She gives a tiny nod.

His mouth claims hers, and her lips open to welcome him. She is panting and her breasts are jutting out high, her little nipples hard against the fabric of her flimsy uniform.

One of his arms holds her firmly in place around her waist, and his other hand brushes the undersides of her breasts. She shivers. She wants him to touch her, and he knows it.

Unfortunately Jake has never been patient with his carnal desires. He yanks down the top of her flimsy dress, tearing it. Her breasts come spilling out.

She gives a squeal of surprise, and tries to cover them up with her arms. But Jake adjusts his grip on her, and holds down her arms to expose her tits to our hungry gazes.

He always did like giving us a show. He carries on kissing her, and she moans into his kiss. Her pretty throat strains as she stretches up to press her mouth against his, and her tits jiggle as she moves against him.

The sight of those pink bouncing breasts tipped with little raspberry-dark nipples is too much for me. I lean over and fasten my mouth on one of her nipples and suck it hard.

She gives a muffled shriek of desire. Her reaction lets me know that no man has touched one of these before.

Eager to claim the other nipple too, I unlatch from the first and suck the second into my mouth. I work it into a hard peak with the rough strokes of my tongue.

“Hey,” says Karl. “Not fair. You’re just supposed to kiss her.”

I come up for air. “I am,” I say wickedly. “I’m kissing these delicious sugar tits. One’s going spare if you want it, Karl.”

“Fuck me,” he groans.

Karl is the good boy to Jake’s bad. But now that her tits are bare, even Karl cannot resist our wanton little angel.

He comes over to sit on the other side of Jake, and together we fasten our rough mouths over each nipple. Her entire body shudders at the sensation of two hard men sucking together on both of her breasts.

She drags her mouth away from Jake’s insistent kiss and gasps, “Please, you said only kissing.”

Karl tugs at her nipple with his mouth and then lets it bounce free with a pop, leaving it wet in the cool air.

“If you want us to stop, baby, you only need to ask,” he says. “You want us to stop?”

I work her other nipple hard, wrapping it in my lips and suckling it until she squeals in sheer lust. There is only one answer that I want, and she gives it.

“Please don’t stop,” she gasps.