Two Wolves and a Librarian [Werewolf Castle 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  The tub was in a corner of the room, with two sides against walls and the third side facing into the room. But the fourth side had quite a wide ledge beside it, which Flynn thought would be perfect for sitting a pile of towels and an iPad on to read while she soaked in the tub. It appeared the men had a more carnal use for it though, as Kiril, who’d disappeared briefly, returned with condoms and lube, which he placed there.

  “I told you that you wouldn’t need clothes,” grumbled Magnus, tugging her skirt down.

  Flynn tried not to giggle, then decided not to waste Magnus’s delicious-looking hard-on.

  Foiling his attempt to remove her skirt completely, she dropped to her knees and took his cock in her mouth. In this position she could swallow a lot more of him than she’d been able to on the bed. She gripped his ass cheeks with both hands, tipped her head right back, and sucked him deeper inside her mouth until his cock head slid down the back of her throat. She couldn’t leave him there for very long, as she wasn’t good enough at regulating her breathing yet, but she let him out and licked around his shaft while she caught her breath and readied herself to do it again.

  But he pulled her to her feet and shook his head. “Not this time. I want to be in your ass when I come this time. In your ass naked. Without any latex between us. With Kiril bareback in your cunt as we fuck you together, and claim you as our woman. I promise you we’re both clean. Let us inside you without the condoms, please, Flynn. Let us fuck you properly as you deserve to be fucked. I want you to feel our cum flooding you, bathing you in our essence. I want your body to know who it belongs to.”

  Flynn looked at him. He was very serious, his blue eyes steady on hers. Could she trust him when he said they were clean? They’d moved very fast from meet and greet to fuck. How did she know they didn’t have girlfriends or even wives back in the mountains? It was all a matter of trust. She nodded. She did trust them. Oh, not that this romance would last forever, but that they wouldn’t deliberately endanger her health.

  “Thank you.” Magnus dropped a kiss on her forehead and then finished pulling her clothes off her, tossing them onto the floor. She looked over her shoulder at Kiril and he was naked and fisting his cock.

  Kiril stepped into the tub and then sat on the ledge, his legs wide apart. “Is this what you had in mind?” he asked Magnus.

  “We always did think alike, my friend. Sit on his cock, Flynn, and wrap your legs around his waist.”

  Flynn stepped into the tub, which was now ankle deep in water, then crossed to Kiril and climbed up on his knees. He steadied her with one hand while she settled into his lap, then she held his cock at her pussy entry before wiggling and taking him inside her. He thrust up into her, holding her tightly against him, until his cock was deep inside her cunt. Only then did she circle his body with her legs, resting them on the ledge, but crossing her ankles behind Kiril’s back.

  Magnus kneeled behind her now in the tub, and he parted her ass cheeks and filled her back entry with lube.

  The bathroom was brightly lit with a powerful heat and light unit in the ceiling, and a long row of glass bricks under the cornice, which let in a lot of natural light as well. Also she still had her glasses on, which she hadn’t had the previous night. So Flynn pushed her glasses up her nose and began licking across Kiril’s chest, loving the hard muscle wall she pressed against, and teasing his nipples. It amazed her the way male nipples were equally as responsive as female ones, just smaller. Rather like a clit and a cock, she supposed.

  Kiril leaned back on his elbows, and Magnus placed a firm hand on her lower back, keeping her body pressed to Kiril’s.

  “Press your hips down on my dick, Flynn. Let me fill you right up,” Kiril said.

  Happily she ground her ass deeper into his lap, loving the way his cock stretched her channel wide.

  “Has anyone ever hit your cervix with their cock?” asked Magnus, his fingers deep in her ass.

  “No.” And she’d never done it with one of her dildos either, but she didn’t mention that.

  “That will be our aim now then. It should be the most exquisite pleasure/pain, when it happens, and should send you into an excellent orgasm,” said Magnus.

  “If this is to be double penetration, and I’m to get an orgasm, isn’t it about time you put your cock in my ass and we got working on it?” she suggested.

  Flynn was deliberately pushing him, wondering if he’d spank her, and he did. A hard hand landed on her ass, then he grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back so she could see his face.

  “I have a ball gag in my toy box, which I might use on you, if you don’t behave. But I’d rather you kept your mouth for kissing.” He dropped his head and possessed her mouth with a searing kiss. Hmm. She preferred his kisses to a ball gag as well. But she wouldn’t have minded being spanked again.

  It seemed to take Magnus quite a while to fit his cock to her ass and drive it deep with a long burn. She didn’t know if it was to punish her for rushing him, or because the base of the tub wasn’t quite the right height for this ménage scene, but she was pleased when he finally leaned over her and gripped both her breasts in his hands, his mouth pressed to her neck.

  He pinched her nipples and bit the tendon of her neck. “Now we fuck, Miss Impatient.”

  Immediately she pressed back on his cock, which was filling her rear passage to bursting. When he withdrew the burn eased, and by the time he pushed in again it didn’t hurt at all. She enjoyed the smooth toughness of pure man inside her instead of a condom sheath. If a cock was better than a dildo, an unsheathed cock was better again. Both men seemed to be harder, longer, hotter, and altogether more carnal than ever before.

  They seemed to her to be moving much too slowly. Since she wasn’t supposed to talk, Flynn gripped their cocks hard with her internal muscles, dug her heels into the top of Kiril’s ass, and pushed her breasts into Magnus’s hands. Then she pressed down as hard as she could on Kiril’s cock, wondering if he would hit her cervix or not.

  They were both gripping her body tightly and pumping hard into her so she knew this wasn’t going to last long, but that suited her fine. She couldn’t see the water level in the tub from where she was sitting, but definitely didn’t want them to have to stop fucking her to open the drain before the room flooded. That would really be a passion killer.

  Then all four male hands were on her hips pushing her body down hard on Kiril’s cock. The first stroke he gave made her gasp. With the second she screamed as a shard of pleasure/pain ripped through her body catapulting her into release. Then she was filled fore and aft with what seemed like gallons of cum as both men exploded deep inside her, the hot seed coating her tissues, filling her cunt and her ass, and binding them together as Magnus had said it would.

  * * * *

  Magnus stepped out of the hot tub, turned off the faucets, and then cleansed himself in the shower before climbing back in the tub and lifting Flynn’s limp body from Kiril and settling her in his arms on the base of the tub. After Kiril had cleaned up, he joined them. By then Flynn was sitting on her own, her back against one of the jets, enjoying the bubbles, which he’d switched on when she was ready to move.

  He knew she would want to ask about the ceremony on Sunday, and was reasonably sure he could answer all her questions without mentioning the word “shape-shifter,” but they were going to have to broach that topic at some stage. He just couldn’t decide whether they should do it before the Alpha arrived, or after the inauguration ceremony. Hiding such an important part of themselves from Flynn seemed wrong. But then rushing her into having to make decisions too soon also wasn’t right. All Magnus could hope was that when the optimal moment arrived he’d recognize it and grab it.

  “You both said you’d worked for this new CEO when you were in Germany before, didn’t you?” she asked.

  “That’s right. We came here to learn more about construction. I trained as an electrician and Kiril started out doing carpentry but changed and ended up doing plumbing
,” said Magnus.

  “Neither of us are licensed contractors, you understand,” said Kiril. “We couldn’t do that in two years. But we know enough to do most of the work ourselves, only getting a contractor in to finish and sign off on the job.”

  “You said your home was old. Is it in need of major work?” she asked.

  Now he needed to be careful. “The main building is very large and parts of it have been modernized and don’t need anything done to them. But our aim is to gradually renovate some more of the building so the rooms can be used.” That was the truth. He just hadn’t mentioned the word “castle” or the fact that it was the south tower that the pack was currently turning into apartments for mated wolves. They’d also started renovating the west tower into guest hotel suites so tourists could stay overnight in the castle. A sort of “bed and breakfast” wing. Or it would be when it was done. Leonie Baum had done a lot of the planning and supervision for that. The pack had plenty of men to provide the basic labor force, once each section of the construction had been designed and approved.

  Fortunately Flynn seemed happy with his answers.

  “What do you usually do on your days off?” he asked her.

  “Pretty much what everyone else does on weekends. Clean the apartment, grocery shop, laundry. Nothing very exciting, I’m afraid.”

  “But what do you do for fun?” Surely she had some time to herself when she wasn’t either at work or doing chores.

  Flynn looked down at the water then pushed her glasses up her nose. He got the distinct feeling she needed the space to think. Not to plan a lie but to explain something to them.

  “I did warn you that I’m a very ordinary, boring person. Sometimes I go out for lunch or coffee with friends. Sometimes I hike in the national park. Or I might watch a movie. But mostly I go to work, I do chores, and I sit at home and read. It’s a very quiet, peaceful life, but it suits me.”

  “At the ceremony on Sunday there’s likely to be a big crowd there. Will that worry you?” asked Kiril.

  “Oh no. I’m not afraid of crowds. After all, the library gets very busy and full of people at times. I like meeting people and talking to them, but I’ve never been interested in spending my free time in nightclubs. Besides, I don’t have a lot of money and buying drinks for all my friends is not really affordable more than occasionally. That was one of the reasons why Raoul and I split up. Because that was what he liked to do in the evenings.”

  “His loss is our gain. Why go to a nightclub when we can have you naked in our bed?” Magnus wiggled across the tub to be closer to Flynn and pulled her into his arms for a kiss. Her body was soft and compliant on his and he stretched her out in the water, her head resting on the side of the tub and her legs on top of his.

  Kiril joined him, sitting at her feet, and rested them onto his shoulders, pushing her knees apart.

  Magnus took a breast in his mouth and began sucking her nipple, rolling it around and pressing it against the roof of his mouth. He knew that Kiril would be touching her clit and her cunt, starting to arouse her. He wanted to fist her but wasn’t sure if she’d agree. She should still be very relaxed from her orgasm, and the warm water would soothe her, but fisting was extreme. However, he needed to brand her as theirs, to take her in every conceivable way to show her no other man or men would ever love her like he and Kiril would.

  So he licked and sucked and teased her breasts, stroking their full roundness, occasionally kissing her earlobe, or her eyebrow, or her lips as well. When he looked at her cunt, he saw that already Kiril had four fingers in her and she was thrusting her hips up hard onto his fingers.

  Okay, it looked like Kiril would be doing the fisting. He was halfway there already. Magnus swiveled around and stretched, managing to reach the lube. Fortunately it was waterproof. He was a better planner than he’d imagined when he’d bought it, since he’d never guessed they’d choose a house with a hot tub in it.

  He handed the lube to Kiril, taking over with his mouth, licking sucking and nibbling her clit, the labia, and her seam, before thrusting his tongue deep inside her pussy and licking her cream. She was very wet inside, and more than ready for Kiril to continue.

  Magnus supported her body as Kiril folded his thumb into the center of his palm and pressed his four fingers into her cunt again. Magnus petted and stroked her belly, teasing her belly button as he watched Kiril slide his fingers deep into Flynn’s cunt, past the knuckles, and still Kiril pushed deeper into her.

  Magnus kneeled up and began kissing her, distracting her, because when the broadest part of Kiril’s hand was forced into her cunt it would hurt. Then he straddled her and held his dick to her mouth. “Suck me, Flynn. Come, on, suck my dick.”

  He spread his legs wider and bent over so his cock was the right height for her mouth. She’d had her hands on the side of the tub, supporting her neck, but he held her shoulder with one hand so she cupped his balls with one of her hands and fed his dick into her mouth. Just as she went to suck him, she gasped, and Magnus knew Kiril had successfully pushed his entire hand into her cunt.

  His own dick hardened and pulsed at the thought of having a hand deep in the innermost part of her body, touching her silky soft tissues, reaching into the source of her pleasure, and driving her crazy. He’d fist her himself one day. Or maybe he’d fist her ass instead. That was virgin territory still to be conquered and stamped with their brand, making her theirs forever. Meanwhile his job was to distract her and drive her wild with pleasure.

  He pumped his dick in and out of her mouth, hissing when she teased the very sensitive skin behind his balls, and again when she sucked him so deep down her throat his eyes crossed with delight. But he pulled himself together and stroked her breasts and her cheeks, teasing her jawline and her ears, before returning to pull and twist her nipples.

  He watched her face carefully and saw the exact moment when she climaxed, her eyes glazing over and closing with lust. Magnus pulled his dick out of her mouth and pumped it with his hand, never taking his gaze from her for a second. Her body was still shaking hard when he spurted his seed all over her breasts. Kiril was spraying her belly with his cum at the same time, and then Magnus watched as Kiril slid his hand out of her cunt.

  Instantly he stepped to the side of her and dropped to his knees, helping Kiril lay her back under the water so the heat and bubbles would soothe her overstretched pussy. And then he kissed her again, gently, sweetly, as he said, “You are ours, Flynn. You belong to Kiril and me and nothing can change that.”

  * * * *

  Kiril still found it hard to believe he’d fisted Flynn. He’d had his right hand so deeply inside her he’d been able to touch not just her G-spot, but the walls of her cunt. He’d stroked one wall with his knuckles while rubbing the heel of his hand on the other wall and she’d gone wild under him, flooding his hand with her honey.

  She was his and nothing could change that now. He’d had his dick in her mouth, in her cunt, and in her ass, and now he’d had his hand inside her as well. All they had to do was get her to say she’d mate them. Hopefully she’d do that after the inauguration ceremony and after they’d told her they were werewolf shape-shifters. She’d liked the other wolves so it was reasonable she’d accept them as wolves, too. He refused to even think about the possibility that she’d say no to them. Logically, his brain told him it was a fifty-fifty chance. But finding her had been such a miracle he couldn’t face the thought that she’d say no to them. Well, if she did, they’d just have to change her mind.

  Right now he and Magnus were tucked tightly up, one on each side of her in the hot tub, turning her occasionally so the bubbles would relax her overused body.

  Finally she sighed and said, “I should probably get out of here now before my skin is completely wrinkled and shriveled up.”

  “Is there something you’d like to do this afternoon? Apart from eat. It feels like mealtime to me,” said Magnus.

  Kiril had to agree. He’d been hungry for a while now, but
there was no way he was leaving the hot tub until Flynn was ready to go too.

  “Eating sounds good. Then I should go home and do some chores and get ready for Sunday. What time is the ceremony and where is it? Oh, and I need to check the dress code with Odette as well.”

  “But I don’t want you to go. I want to spend all day today with you,” said Kiril.

  “I’ve very much enjoyed our time together and everything we’ve done. Everything. But I’ve spent today with you, and every night this week, and I’ll be with you on Sunday again, and I have to do some chores. There is no cleaning fairy or grocery elves in my life, I’m afraid.”

  “We’ll be your cleaning and grocery heroes instead,” said Magnus.

  Kiril pounded on his chest like in the old Tarzan movies. “Me hero. Me clean Flynn’s apartment.”

  Flynn laughed and shook her head, but Kiril was serious about spending the rest of the day with her and he knew Magnus was, too.

  She’d be too sore for fucking tonight, but they could suck her to orgasm, and just being with her, doing everyday things together, would be good as well.

  They didn’t let her take Oscar out of the garage, instead tucking her into their SUV and getting her to guide them to her apartment. There, Kiril made her a cup of coffee, and Magnus tucked a rug over her as she sat on the couch, and they swept, dusted, and vacuumed her apartment, and cleaned her bathroom. It already looked pretty good to Kiril. There were only half a dozen bowls, cups, and forks to wash in her sink, although her laundry hamper was full of clothing to take to the Laundromat.

  They went there next, Kiril carrying her laundry hamper, and time flew by as they talked and laughed while her laundry went around and around in first the washing machine, and then the clothes dryer. At least he found out the answer to one mystery. “Do you always wear long skirts?” he asked.