Davies, Corinne - Wrapped in Fur [3xtasy Lake 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (5 page)

Holly was trying to take in what had happened and figure out how the large animal became a man.

“Don’t think about it too much, it will drive you crazy.”

She watched as he quickly re-dressed. Then, he wrapped an arm under her wings and scooped her up, carrying her back to the truck. He sat in the passenger seat with her in his lap, his pelt around her. Its warmth surrounded her and he caressed her wings with long strokes. Shivers danced along her skin like an electrical current and her pussy throbbed as moisture collected between her legs. She could feel the heat of his hard length radiating through their clothing. Adjusting her legs, she straddled his hips and pressed her aching pussy against the hard length stretching the front of his jeans. “More, Colwyn. I want to feel more.”

“Not here in my truck, Holly.” Her hands gripped her shoulders as he pressed an openmouthed kiss against her throat. She arched her neck to allow him better access. She loved the way his hot breath felt against her damp skin as he spoke. “I’ll take you back to my place. It’ll be nicer there.”

“Nicer than this?” Holly looked around the area she sat in. She might not understand how this worked, but it was clean, and warm, and private. “The last time I felt a man inside me it was against the wall of a barn while the horses watched and tried to nip at my bottom through the grates. It was dirty and smelled like…well, a dirty barn.” At the time, she had been fascinated by the way the man’s hands had felt on her skin and the realness of it all. Rubbing herself against Colwyn’s hard cock, the friction between her legs made her feel as though she drank too much brandy wine.
More. I want more.

“I want to feel my cock pressing deep inside your pussy.” As he spoke, she reached down and undid the button of his pants.

“Pussy, I like that name. I heard lots of names on the television.” She watched many shows after Aniela went to bed and couldn’t believe her eyes when she found one that showed men and women…
what was that word again?
“Fucking.” She spoke aloud but it didn’t seem to surprise Colwyn.

“Not yet, but soon. We need to get you out of these clothes.”

Holly dissolved the glamour that surrounded her. The cool air touched her skin and she felt her body break out in little bumps. Colwyn paused, slid his hands from her shoulders down her arms, and lifted her hands so he could see all of her. Feeling his hands on her skin left her breaking out in goose bumps. He graced her with a breathtaking smile. “You’re exquisite.”

Knowing that he found her attractive sent a shimmer of hope through her. She wanted to feel loved, even for a little while. She pressed her knees into the seat and lifted up so he could move his pants down his legs. His cock sprang from the confines of his pants and she wrapped her hand around his thick heat. Colwyn groaned and leaned forward. Cupping her breasts in his hands, he flicked his tongue over her nipples. She shivered, arched her back, and pressed her breasts close to his mouth. Every flick of his tongue sent a throb of pleasure between her legs.

“You taste like honey.” His voice vibrated along her sensitized skin.

She squeezed his cock and arched her hips so that his hard length rubbed against her pussy. She slipped her wet folds along his cock, getting wetter than she ever had before. Every inch of her trembled at his touch.

Colwyn gripped her hips in his large hands and squeezed, holding her still. “Slowly, Holly, slowly. This isn’t a race. We’ll get there.”

“No, I want to feel more before you’re done.” She had to assuage this throbbing in her pussy. She rolled her hips again and his cock pushed against her folds. In the past, Lord Marshall would push between her legs and it was over so quickly. Every time she was left feeling frustrated because he would walk away once he emptied himself within her

“Oh, princess, I plan on making certain that you feel everything before we’re finished. Put your hands on my shoulders for now.”

“Why?” Holly didn’t want to let go of his heavy cock. But, she did as he asked because she was curious what he had in mind.
Maybe he wants to push his cock into me now?
Her fingers twirled with the soft hair resting on the back of his neck.

“Because, I won’t last long with your soft hand on my cock.” She rested her bum against his thighs. The hair on his legs tickled her sensitive skin. He cupped her face and pulled her close for a kiss. “Tell me about what you watched on TV.”

“It was a man and a woman, and he had her bent over his knee, spanking her.”

Colwyn stroked his fingers along her skin as she spoke. The light touch encouraged another wave of goose bumps. “Did you like watching that?”

“It looked…intriguing.”
I want to know what that feels like!

He shifted his hand between her legs and spread her folds open, baring the wet skin to the air. “What else did you see?” He spoke the words against her neck. His voice sounded deeper than normal, and she loved the way his lips moved against her skin. Holly had to make a concentrated effort to understand his question. All of her thoughts were on the fingers between her legs and his lips on her neck. Her skin tingled as Colwyn slowly rubbed her wet folds.

“Two men enjoying one woman.”

Colwyn paused his motions, and she could tell that somehow meant much to him.
Would he share her?

“And did seeing that disgust you?”

“No, I wanted to be there. I wanted to run my tongue along his, and imagined pulling my mouth around his cock. All the while another man would press his lips against my breasts and go lower.” That is what started the damned ache in her breasts and the tingling in her pussy. The need to feel a man there. Colwyn groaned and flicked his thumb against the small pearl that lay hidden between her legs, sending intense streaks of pleasure through her.

“I would like to see that, Holly. I would want to part your legs, and lay there with another man. We would run our tongues over every delectable inch of you. I’d savor your pussy and suck on your clit until you bathed my face in your delicious cream.”

He spoke the words against her breasts as his fingers manipulated her pussy, sending deep, vibrating waves of pleasure over her skin. He described more of what he and another man could do to her. The erotic pressure built and built until Holly couldn’t hold it in any more. He rubbed against one particular spot and she jumped in his arms. It felt like she’d been hit by lightning that continued to vibrate inside of her. She cried out as her body trembled.

“Oh, yeah. That’s what I was looking for.”

She loved the gravely sound of his voice. Clawing at his shoulders, she rocked her body against his fingers. “What are you…Oh, I can’t take it.”

“I can feel you squeezing my fingers. You’re so tight.” He rocked his hips against her. “I’m going to push my cock into you next, Holly. That’s what you really want, but you have to come for me first.”

“Do it now. Oh, please. I need to feel your cock inside me.” She clutched his shoulders. Colwyn continued to stroke that incredible spot she never knew existed inside her.

“Not yet, Holly. Soon, I promise.” His fingers continued to send shockwaves of pleasure through her.

“Too much. I can’t.” She spoke the words between gasps.

“Watch me touch you, Holly.”

She looked down and watched as Colwyn pumped his fingers into her. Her forehead rested on his shoulder and her body shuddered. He pressed deep and she felt him stroke that magic spot inside her as he rapidly rubbed the swollen nubbin in her folds. A scream erupted from her throat as her body felt like it came apart. A light breeze from her trembling wings whipped around the small space, sending a cooling sensation over her damp skin. Her heart pounded wildly inside her chest and she hadn’t caught her breath when Colwyn shifted slightly and the broad tip of his cock pushed up into her.

He stretched her to the point of pain, stealing her breath, and she clung to him, afraid she might not be able to handle all the sensations at once.

“Oh, fuck. Holly, I can feel every muscle clenching down on me.” He withdrew and then pushed in again, gaining another inch. She tried to relax but her body clamped down on him every time he moved. He gripped her hips and set the pace, pulling her down as his hips pressed upward. This time his cock stroked that magical spot inside her. It took no time for the pleasure to explode inside of her again, and he was there to catch her as she collapsed against him.

Chapter Four

Careful out there, my friends. Looks like Mother Nature wants to make certain that we get our money’s worth out of our snow tires this year. It looks like a white Christmas, one and all. For all of you snow machine enthusiasts, Lars from X-tasy Bikes wants me to let you know that a safe day is the only way to go. He’s running a workshop Sunday on how to know if the ice is safe to drive on.

~ Cris on 3XTC

Late Friday night, Brand navigated down an Ontario highway in one of the worst snowfalls he had the misfortune to end up in. The day was one mix-up after another. He’d missed the early flight and ruined his plans to arrive early and surprise his aunt and her mystery guest. Well, that was his own fault. He had wanted to finish up a couple of things before leaving Vancouver. Of course, all this last-minute holiday traveling cost a fortune. Transferring to a later flight had upped the bill even higher, but he had been lucky to get that flight at all.

To top it off, an unexpected storm cell moved into southern Ontario. Safety crews had to plow the runways at Pearson International, which delayed their landing. The accumulated time he spent with nothing to do had given him a lot of time to think about his aunt’s mystery visitor. It was up to him to protect her from her own soft heart before anything bad happened. He tried to call Colwyn back and ask him about this woman, but there was no answer at his home.

Thankfully, the kid working at the rent-a-car counter had the forethought to recommend a vehicle with four-wheel drive. At first, Brand had assumed it was a scam to get him to pay more. Now, he was thankful. The snowfall changed from swirling dust to big, heavy flakes the closer he got to Ecstasy Lake. It made everything, from what little he could see, look like a Norman Rockwell painting. Driving in it, without the benefit of four-wheel drive, would have been a bitch.

The extra driving security had him going a bit faster than he should, and he had the sudden urge to see exactly what this beast could do. Quiet night, empty roads, and a purring SUV. Ten years ago, he would have pulled off onto the first field and seen how this thing could maneuver, but his rational side interceded and he refrained. What should only have taken about an hour and a half stretched to three, but the last few miles felt the longest. He was eleven hours behind his original schedule.

Peering through the swirling snow, he almost missed the road leading back to the house. A moment of apprehension struck him as he grappled with the feeling that he had unconsciously made a major decision in his life. His nerves pricked and he stepped on the gas again.

He had called the shop and house a number of times over the previous days in an attempt to garner a bit more information about this mystery guest. His aunt had sung this woman’s praises but still wouldn’t reveal where she’d met her. That had him more than a little concerned. With her trusting heart and faith in mankind, it wouldn’t be hard for a drifter to swoop in and take advantage, leaving her penniless and alone.

He gripped the steering wheel tighter and clenched his teeth together so tight his jaw started to ache. Tires crunched over freshly fallen snow as he coasted quietly up to the dark house. The front porch light brought back memories of his youth. He remembered creeping up the driveway when he was a teenager. Very similar to the way he was now, except then it was a teenager who had the car out past curfew. Auntie always left the light on, waiting for him. From what he could see, everything looked the same as it always had. The big faded sign swung gently, almost completely covered by snow. Instead of saying “Pilliwiggin’s Antiquities” it now read only, “Antiquities.”

The windows were filled with all sorts of unique things, from witch balls suspended on fishing wire to the tea wagons underneath looking as though they were just waiting for a bunch of chattering ladies to arrive for a game of bridge.

He grabbed his bag out of the back seat and trudged through the calf-deep snow. His footsteps made a hollow thud that seemed to echo in the night, reminding him to step softer. As he suspected, the unlocked door swung open silently when he squeezed the handle. He gently closed the door, his senses triggering years of memories. The warm entry hallway smelled of fresh baking and dust. An odd combination, but one that was dear to him. Careful not to make a sound, he hung his coat on a hook and stepped of his shoes.

A soft rustling sound drew his attention down the hallway. The kitchen lights were on and he could hear someone moving in there. Aniela. It would be like to her wait up for him even though she expected him much earlier. He sauntered down the hall and stepped into the brightly lit kitchen. Warmth flowed over him, along with many memories that he shared with his aunt. “Good evening, beautiful,” he said as he walked in.

“Eeeeaaak!” a woman screamed, just before slinging a plate at him. The dish stuck to his chest with a soft thump on his chest before it clattered on the floor, dumping a large piece of chocolate cake on his sock. Clumps of icing decorated the middle of his cream-colored sweater where it had impacted, smeared, and then left a couple more smudges down his pant leg.