Page 87 of Runaway Hucow

“Good girl,” Peyton said. He lowered the wand until the blunt end of it was pressed against Tess’s bare pussy.

Then he turned it on.

Tess tossed her head back and moaned uncontrollably as the deep, rumbling vibrations rippled through her clitoris and penetrated deep into her core. The sensation was completely new to her, and incredibly intense. Over the past couple of weeks, she had learned to enjoy the touch of her mates’ fingers and tongues, and she had felt the thrusting of their hard cocks inside her, but she’d never experienced anything quite like this before.

“Does it feel good?” Peyton asked.

“Uh-huh,” Tess murmured, barely able to speak.

“I can also increase the frequency of the vibrations,” Peyton said. “Here, let me show you…”

He adjusted a slider on the handle of the device, and the low rumble transitioned into a high-pitched whine. Tess came almost instantly, and she would have toppled off the stool if Roscoe and Spike hadn’t been right there to catch her.

“Phew,” Tess said when she was able to speak again.

“What do you think?” Spike asked. “Do you think Peyton’s device will help take your mind off the pain of the branding?”

“I don’t know,” Tess said. “And I don’t care. Just, please do that to me again. Please.”

Roscoe laughed. “As you wish, little hucow. As you wish.”

The alpha scooped her up in his arms, then he sat down on the stool and pulled Tess face down across his lap, as if he was going to spank her.

“I’ll hold her steady,” he said. “Spike, you can use the wand on her while Peyton brands her.”

“Sounds good,” Spike said, taking the wand from his brother.

He moved around behind Tess and nestled the head of the wand against her bare, dripping folds. He turned it on to the lowest setting, and the deep vibrations began rumbling into her again. Tess moaned and tried to writhe on Roscoe’s lap, but the alpha’s big hand kept her pinned in place.

Peyton turned the branding machine back on.

Behind her, Spike pushed the wand between her thighs until the vibrating head was hitting her clitoris. The sensation made her body want to squirm with pleasure, but it was impossible to move underneath Roscoe’s heavy hand.

“Hurry up,” the alpha growled. “I can’t hold this little hucow forever.”

Tess was pretty sure Roscoe would have no problem holding her in place for hours if necessary, but it sounded like he wanted to do other things to her instead. She was starting to understand what Shannon had meant about taking some time for aftercare once the branding was finished.

Peyton moved into position beside her butt. He was holding the end of the branding device in one hand. Behind her, Spike was gradually increasing the frequency of the vibrations, and Tess’s pleasure was increasing right along with them.

“Oh my God,” Tess sighed. “That feels so good, Spike. You’re going to make me come again. Oh God, I’m coming!”

Pleasure shuddered through her, but Roscoe’s huge hand kept her lower body still. There was a brief sting of heat on the side of her rump, but it only served to amplify the intensity of her orgasm. By the time Spike finally took the wand away, she was feeling dizzy and weak from so much pleasure.

“It’s done,” Peyton said.

“Let me see,” said Spike. “Oh wow… it looks amazing.”

Roscoe grunted in agreement. “Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”

The alpha lifted Tess and turned her so she was sitting up on his lap. She swiveled her hip and looked down at the side of her butt. The place where Peyton had branded her was noticeably darker than the surrounding skin, and it bore a perfect depiction of the design he had fed into the machine a few minutes before—a bison’s skull with the number 3 written on its forehead.

“Does it hurt?” Peyton asked.

Tess shook her head. “No. It hurt a little bit right when you did it, but I barely noticed, thanks to Spike.” She brushed her fingers over the brand. “Now it doesn’t hurt at all. It isn’t even tender.”

“Do you like the way it looks?” asked Spike.

“I love it,” Tess said. “I love it so much.”