She gasped when she saw golden eyes shining at her and her heart flipped in her chest and then raced hard as the flight-or-fight sensations took over.
Prim spun on her heels and hurried back toward her car. She kept her eyes on whatever was watching her and started panting for breath when she realized it, whatever it was, was keeping pace with her. She wanted to run but if it was a large animal—and from the height of its eyes it would stand chest height to her—she didn’t want to encourage whatever it was to chase her and then pounce. She was already moving faster than normal. Not quite a jog, but more than a power walker’s pace. As she moved closer and closer to her car she pulled her keys from her shorts pocket and started pressing the lock button. At first it didn’t work and she started to get frantic but she nearly cried out in relief when she saw her indicator lights flash as her vehicle unlocked. Now all she had to do was get in there before she became dinner to something.
She was too scared to look at the animal now, so she kept her gaze on the door handle to her car and when she heard the sound of claws clacking on the road behind her she put on a burst of speed. But she didn’t quite make it.
Prim whimpered and shook with fear when she felt the hot moist breath on the back of her arm and closed her eyes all the while praying that the animal wouldn’t eat her, but she still braced her body in anticipation of the pain.
When she felt a hot wet tongue on the back of her upper leg she couldn’t contain the hysterical giggle that bubbled up in her chest and escaped her mouth. She wanted to turn around and face her nemesis, but she was too scared to move, but she gained her courage and forced her body to obey her brain. With a slowness she didn’t know she had in her, Prim slowly turned her head as she opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder.
The eyes of the wolf were changing from a light blue to a golden, glowing yellow as it stared at her. A shiver worked its way up her spine and she trembled as goose bumps rose up all over her skin. The hair on her nape and her entire body stood on end and she closed her eyes again as she tried to control her rapid breathing. She was panting so fast and hard she could hear the air rushing in and out of her mouth and from between her teeth.
When she felt another lick, but this time to the back of her knee, her giggle was because the wolf had tickled her and also because she was as scared as she’d never been in her whole life. Not even when one of the other teachers at the school she worked at had cornered her in a large walk-in cupboard and made a pass at her. He’d been so angry when she told him to go to hell and she had been scared that he was going to hit her. The only other time she been close to being this scared was when she started finding the threatening notes under her windshield wiper of her car, or when she heard someone outside her house tapping on her windows and making scraping noises as if they were trying to break in.
None of that compared to how scared she was now right now, staring at her own mortality in the face—or should that be the wolf’s face? If that wolf decided she was going to be dinner she didn’t think she’d be able to fight it off. It was freaking huge and just one bite from the pointy teeth and powerful jaws and she knew she would be done for. There would be no way in hell she would be able to escape from its clutches.
But the bite never came and Prim’s breathing began to slow, as did her pounding heart. She opened her eyes again and looked back over her shoulder. She was surprised, yet jubilantly relieved to see it sitting on the road behind her and watching her avidly. With slow, sure movements she turned around until her back was to her car—she leaned against it so she wouldn’t fall into a scared puddle on the ground—and locked her knees, hoping that her legs would stop trembling soon as she watched the wolf. She was mesmerized as the animal’s eyes continued to change color and hoped she wasn’t challenging it by staring into its eyes.
Hadn’t she heard somewhere that looking into an animal of prey’s eyes was like waving a red flag in front of a bull?
When the wolf tilted its head and studied her and his tongue fell out of the side of its mouth, she could almost believe it was smiling at her. But when it stood up on all fours again and took a step toward her she started trembling again. His breath was hot against the skin of her belly where her T-shirt didn’t quite meet the waistband of her shorts, and she reached back, gripping the door handle to her car in preparation. If he pounced, she hoped she would have enough time to side step, slam the door into his head, and dive inside. She didn’t want to hurt it but she didn’t want to die out here in the middle of nowhere and all alone.
Melissa would wonder what had happened to her, and if the wolf decided to make a meal out of her, she may never be found.
Prim couldn’t even make herself break the kiss or form any sort of protest when Barrett lifted her up into his arms and began moving. Even her eyelids were too heavy, weighted with arousal, to force open.
She wasn’t carried far and she was aware of being lowered to the leather sofa and the increase of their delectable scents but she didn’t want to ever stop kissing Barrett. Nor Palmer and Edison for that matter.
Barrett did finally slow the kiss and removed his lips from hers and when she was able to get her eyes open their gazes connected and held. She gasped for breath while squirming on the sofa as she tried to rub her body against his.
“Let us take that ache away for you, baby. Let us show you how good it can be between the four of us.”
Even though she knew she should probably be shaking her head she found herself nodding instead. She nearly cried out when Barrett drew back but then she sighed with relief when his hands pushed her tank top up and placed one on her belly. Prim had never felt so hot or horny in her life and she needed their touch like she needed her next breath of air. The cushions on either side of her dipped and then hands were tugging at her everywhere. Her tank was pulled over her head and the button on her jean shorts was tugged open. Before she knew it she was lying on the sofa totally naked, with her ass on the edge of the cushion and her feet on the floor, with Palmer kneeling between her splayed thighs and Barrett and Ed kneeling on either side of him.
“You smell so good, sugar,” Palmer said, and then inhaled deeply several times. “I have to know how you taste.”
Palmer hunkered further down on his knees, his hands caressing up the inside of her legs, pushing them open wider. He stared down at her hairless mound for what seemed like forever before he finally lifted his head and met her gaze.
“You are so fucking sexy, Primrose.”
And then she was crying out as Palmer licked her pussy from clit to hole, and beyond and back again. “Sweet and juicy,” he said in a deep growly voice, and then his tongue pushed into her cunt.
Edison cupped a breast and then started drawing on her nipple with his mouth, laving the tip with his tongue before sucking firmly on it again. Barrett plucked at her other nipple and started kissing her hungrily.
Prim couldn’t believe the pleasure they were giving her. The slurping, sucking and swallowing noises Palmer made as he ate at her pussy drove her wild. Having three hugely muscular men touching and kissing her all at once was out of this world. She moaned when Palmer licked up through her dripping folds and flicked his tongue rapidly back and forth over her clitoris. It was amazing and wonderful but still nowhere near enough.
The ache deep inside was so intense she wanted to beg them to fill her in every orifice she had and take it away.
She whimpered when Palmer rimmed her pussy hole with the tip of his finger and then cried out when he pressed it in. Her cunt muscles clamped down and more juices wept from her vagina. And then he was pressing it in and out as his tongue lapped over her engorged pearl.
Prim had thought the fire raging inside her had been really hot but it was nothing compared to the almost violent need coursing through her whole body. Every single muscle in her frame was strung tighter than an armed bow string, and she realized the sobbing noises she could hear were coming from her own mouth.
Palmer withdrew his finger and then came back with two. The stretch of her pussy tissue was so good she started arching up into his touch and began rocking her hips to his rhythm.
Barrett removed his mouth from hers and began sucking and nipping at her neck. “Yes, baby. Let Palmer make you come for him. He’s going to make you feel so good.”
Primrose groaned and bowed her hips up from the sofa but then her legs were being lifted up and over Palmer’s shoulders. She opened her eyes to see that Ed was the one who had moved her legs, just before he dove back down to suck on her breasts, alternating from one throbbing nipple to the other.
The friction of Palmer’s fingers pumping in and out of her wet sheath was so powerful and the heat was so rampant she was quaking visibly. Her stomach muscles jumped and her pussy clenched as the blaze burned hotter and brighter than ever before. And then she was on the edge of something so phenomenal she couldn’t even draw in a breath.