Wolf Castle (Sinful Wolf Pack Romances)

I pant and spread my legs open wide, knowing that Uncle Jake will be rough.

I want him to thrust all the way into me. I want him to fuck me hard until I forget how Uncle Karl rejected me earlier.

I’d been so sure that he’d want me. I had wanted to taste him. But again he had said it wasn’t the right time.

I didn’t know what he meant, only that I’d been dreaming of him since he had brought me to orgasm in my bathtub earlier.

And now here I am with Uncle Jake, on all fours on the bed. Like a bitch in heat, as I had heard one of Roxy’s men say to her once.

What is wrong with me?

Earlier I had let Uncle Max have his way with me while all of his best friends watched. Now I’m in bed with another one of them, loving having his rough hands all over me.

I have had crushes on all four of these men during my teenage years, but I never actually thought that I would ever be with any of them, let alone two of them. Does this make me a slut?

In the mirror I see my round naked tits hanging down, quivering with each panting breath I take. My lips are parted. My face is pink all over. I look lustful. My thighs are widespread, and behind them Uncle Jake looms, ready to fuck me.

He wanted me to see this. There is no hiding from what I am doing.

I give a little moan of desire. This seems to excite Uncle Jake. And yet he backs his cock away from me, making me whimper in disappointment.

“Are you horny for me, babe?” he says. “Do you want me?”

“Yes! Please! I want you.”

I stick my ass out towards him, hoping to tempt him. His rough hand lands on it with a crack.

I whimper in delight and rub my ass against his hand. I know that spanking me is turning him on. I sense that he is doing it because he is angry that Uncle Max got to have me first.

Part of me is worried about what Uncle Max will do when he finds out that I have been with Uncle Jake. I remember the way he snarled at Anthony for putting his tongue on my hymen. How will he feel when he finds out I’ve let Uncle Jake ravage my tight little hole with his thick cock?

And yet I can’t help it. I can’t control myself. I can smell that exotic musk in the air. Werewolf pheromones. I am wild for him. I can’t resist.

The memory of Anthony’s tongue diving inside my pussy makes me bury my head into my mattress with shame and lust. This puts my ass high into the air. Jake gives it one last slap, and then positions his turgid hard-on against my aching pussy lips.

An unexpected voice startles me. “Well, well, what is going on here?”

Uncle Anthony is standing in the doorway, watching me and Jake on the bed. His lean olive body is gleaming in the dim light. The muscles of his torso ripple as he strolls closer to the bed.

I should feel humiliated for having been caught in the act, and yet I can only stare at him with my big wide eyes.

Uncle Jake turns me to face Anthony. He pulls me back against his chest and tweaks my nipples roughly, as if creating a display for the other man to watch. My ass humps against his erection, desperate to have it inside me.

He pushes me down on all fours again, placing me so that Anthony has a clear view of my heaving tits and my panting mouth.

Anthony stands in front of us, body tense, staring at me.

As if relishing the moment, Jake drives his thick shaft into me slowly and firmly while Anthony watches us. A long moan comes out of my mouth as he fills me completely.

My pussy is still tender from earlier. This makes the sensation of his tumescent cock inside me feel even more raw and real.

He pulls out and drives it back in hard and fast. My pussy is so wet that it makes a slapping sound.

My gaze is fixed on Uncle Anthony’s face as he watches his friend fuck me hard. Then Anthony strips off his boxers and gets onto the bed.

He lies back with his hands behind his head, and his long thick cock pointing up towards his hard belly.

I lick my lips, and reach out to take it on my hands, but Uncle Jake snatches my hands away before I can touch it.

“No,” he says gruffly. “You do what I want you to do.”

I see the two men exchange a glance, and Uncle Anthony gets a devilish smile on his face.

My stomach lurches, wondering what they have planned.

Uncle Jake gives a jerk of his head, and Anthony nods. The two of them have clearly reached some sort of unspoken agreement.