“I want you…as wolves. Not just Ezra. All of you.”
Tej, Rhys, and Ezra went still. Rhys looked puzzled, Tej baffled, while Ezra’s expression was carefully unreadable.
“You mean…” he began.
“Transform. I want you.” She made sure her words were firm and unwavering so there was no misunderstanding. “Not in the heat of the moment, not blinded by lust. My eyes are open, just as my heart is open. I choose each one of you, as men and as wolves.”
Despite the resolution in her voice, she wasn’t certain if they’d heard her truly, because they looked at her with curious, removed expressions.
Had she said too much? Did they object to her request? Could she even take the words back?
But then Tej leaned down, gripping the back of her neck in a firm hold, and kissed her deeply. His tongue plunged into her mouth in claiming strokes. She arched up into him, relief and excitement pouring through her. Then there was another hand on her chin, turning her head in the other direction, and Rhys brought his lips to hers. A look of desire and joy illuminated his beautiful face.
Rhys moved back a little, giving room to Ezra. His eyes were silver bright as he stared down at her.
“You truly mean that.” His voice was a rasp. “You accept us as we are. In every form we possess.”
“Never doubt that.”
His mouth crushed to hers in a kiss so ardent as to be almost bruising. Yet she welcomed the slight sting and pushed back into his lips to show that she had no doubts about who or what she wanted. Power was fierce in her, a tempest contained in the confines of her body.
“Please,” she urged, when he tore his mouth from hers. “Now.”
The men eased back from her, and each took up a stance nearby. That energy she’d felt before, back in the forest and beneath the moon, was in her once more. It filled her body with its potency, fed by her own desire and their need. Knowing the way of it now, she guided that power into them, inundated with its strength and force.
They curled in on themselves, coiling, summoning their power. Muscles rippled and bunched and enlarged, shoulders spanning wide, thick fur sprouting over their bodies, and their growls filled the ballroom. Their faces transformed, muzzles pushing out, hands and feet lengthening. Their cocks, already large and heavy, grew even bigger, dark with blood and curving high.
Splayed on the rug, she raised up on her elbows, watching. Her already slick sex grew even wetter as she witnessed their transformation, strong men becoming even more powerful creatures. She’d seen them beautiful in their violence, and now they were stunning in their need to mate.
With her.
Fully transformed into their wolfish forms, they stood in a circle around her, bodies swelling and straining with heavy breaths. Their eyes glowed. The palpable force of their desire hung thickly in the space between them. Barely restrained, they rumbled, and their cocks twitched.
Yet they held themselves back. Perhaps they feared alarming her, or, now that she had all three of them in their other bodies, that she would change her mind and reject them.
She rose, as gracefully she could on legs that shook from the force of her arousal, and walked to Ezra. Low, urgent breaths heaved from him as he looked down at her. He was so much bigger than her now, towering over her, rough and primal and yet still very much Ezra, judging by the wicked gleam in his eyes, the irrepressible, roguish spirit.
She reached up, cupping her hands around his muzzle, and brought his head down. She kissed him, tasting wildness and wine. His clawed hands curved around her waist as he urged her against him. His fur was soft against her skin, and beneath it, unyielding muscle. The thick shape of his erection pressed against her abdomen and, incredibly, brushed the skin just beneath her breasts.
Had she taken his massive cock into her body? She had, but she wasn’t sure how it had been possible.
As if sensing her trepidation, Ezra pulled back and gave her a ravenous smile. “Let us see to that.”
He gathered her up in his arms and gently laid her on the carpet. Once she was stretched upon the rug, he moved back to give Tej room to shoulder his way between her spread legs.
Tej lowered himself down and, mindful of his claws, he held her legs open wide. The fur of his muzzle tickled the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. He nuzzled and nosed at her damp sex, inhaling deeply.
“I’ll never tire of your scent,” Tej growled.
“That’s fortunate,” she said, breathless. “Because whenever you’re near me, I get wet.”
He snarled, then lowered his head and gave her cunt one long, thorough lick. His tongue was rough and determined against her sensitive flesh, and she cried out at the feel of him. He lapped at her, devouring her, and there was something about it, perhaps in his saliva. The more he licked at her sex, the more her arousal built, until her whole body was afire with need. When Ezra had eaten her cunt in his wolf form, she’d felt the same relentless desire.
She twisted beneath Tej, in a torment. “Please. More.”
There was a blur of movement, and then Tej lay upon the rug, with her splayed atop him. She rubbed her aching breasts against his furred chest. His hands cupped her hips, positioning her, lining up her entrance with the broad head of his cock. She was soaked now, and her body needed him.
He slid several inches into her. She panted as she stretched to accommodate him. He was so incredibly thick inside of her.
