The Rejected Wolf and Her Three WereMates

Chapter 11 : Calloused

HARPER

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My mind swam in a thick haze of sleep and lingering exhaustion. The heat radiating off the massive body hovering above me felt too intense, too overwhelming to be real.

I could feel Ryder's calloused palm anchored firmly around my hip, the scorching pressure of his lips tracing the curve of my throat, and the burning, molten gold of his eyes locking onto mine in the dim room.

Was this real? Was I dreaming?

My brain begged me to wake up, to pull back, to build the walls back around my heart. But my body betrayed me. For five agonizing years, every inch of my skin had starved for this touch. For once, I didn't want to overthink. I didn't want to rationalize. I just wanted to feel.

Deep inside my chest, my inner wolf, Lia, stretched her limbs and let out a low, purring growl of total surrender. I relinquished the reins, allowing myself to be swept away in the sultry fantasy.

With agonizing slowness, Ryder flipped me onto my back. The air in the bedroom was thick and drenched in the wild, intoxicating musk of three primed Alpha predators mingled with the sweet, slick scent of my own arousal.

Before I could draw a full breath, Ryder came down over me, slanting his mouth over mine in a deep, filthy, possessive kiss. It wasn't gentle; it was a hungry, demanding claim that tasted of raw need and years of suppressed desperation.

His tongue parted my lips, sliding deep, tangled with mine in a rhythm that made my toes curl against the mattress. His large hands roamed shamelessly over my body, palming the curve of my hips, squeezing my thighs, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

A ragged, breathless moan scraped from my throat, echoing softly into his mouth.

Then, another sound shattered the quiet. A thick, gravelly groan echoing from the shadowy corner of the room.

My eyelashes fluttered, my gaze drifting past Ryder's shoulder. Sitting on the leather couch in the dim glow of the lamplight were Mason and Dallas.

Both of them were stripped to the waist, their broad chests slick with a light sheen of sweat, their claws digging deep into the leather armrests as they watched Ryder touch me. Their eyes burned with the exact same thick, feral gold as Ryder's.

Ryder pulled back just an inch, his chest heaving against mine, his lips swollen and wet.

"Can I take these off you, baby?" he rasped, his knuckles lightly brushing against the silk hem of my pajama top. "Let us see you."

I couldn't speak. My throat was too tight, my heart hammering like a trapped bird against my ribs. I simply nodded, a desperate, silent plea in my eyes.

Ryder didn't waste another second. His large hands worked swiftly, unbuttoning the top and sliding the smooth silk off my shoulders, before hooking his fingers into the waistband of the bottoms and pulling them down my legs.

I lay bared to him, to them, completely naked in the center of the bed. The sudden cool air hit my skin, making my n*****s harden. Within seconds, the scent of my arousal flooded the room, turning the air instantly scalding.

Mason and Dallas couldn't stay back any longer. The sight of me, willing and eager, broke whatever paper-thin restraint they had left.

The mattress dipped as all three of them crowded onto the bed, trapping me in a fortress of scorching muscle, heavy breathing, and overwhelming predator heat.

Ryder shifted to my left side, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His tongue dragged over the sensitive pulse point, lapping at my warm skin before moving up to capture the shell of my ear. He nipped lightly at my earlobe, drawing a sharp, breathless gasp from my lips.

To my right, Dallas loomed over me, his dark hair falling wildly over his forehead. He didn't say a word as he leaned down, capturing my mouth in another deep, intoxicating kiss that stole what little air I had left.

While his mouth claimed mine, his broad palm cupped the soft fullness of my breast, squeezing with a possessive firmness that sent liquid heat shooting straight down to my core.

His thumb flicked over my n****e, rolling the sensitive bud between his long fingers until a deep, throaty moan vibrated in my chest.

"You're so soft, Harper," he growled into my lips, his grip tightening as he kneaded my breast. "So f*****g beautiful."

Before I could process the twin sensations assaulting my upper body, Mason crawled between my knees. He gripped the insides of my thighs, spreading them wide until I was completely open to him. He let out a low, dark growl at the sight, his gold eyes devouring the slick, glistening folds of my center.

"Spread those thick thighs for me, sweetheart," he commanded, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through the mattress. "Let me see how wet you are for us."

My legs opened wider on instinct, my hips rising off the sheets in a subconscious invitation.

Mason didn't make me wait. His fingers smoothed over my inner thighs before tracing upward, his index finger gently swirling over my swollen, aching c**t.

Electric shocks rippled up my spine, making my back arch off the bed. Then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, he plunged two thick fingers deep into my warm, wet heat.

"Ahhh!" A helpless cry tore from my throat.

It was pure sensory overload. I was floating on cloud nine, completely consumed by the storm of pleasure they were creating. My moans bounced off the high walls of the bedroom, mingling with the savage, passionate groans of the three Alphas taking absolute ownership of my body.

Dallas continued to fondle and tweak my breasts, his mouth shifting down to suckle at my throat, while Ryder kept his mouth glued to mine, his fingers sliding lower to join the assault.

While Mason worked his fingers inside my tight, wet passage with a deep punishing pace, Ryder's thumb began to flick rapidly over my throbbing c**t, circling the swollen skin with excruciating precision.

"Look at her," Mason growled from between my legs, his fingers driving deeper, curling inside me. "She's soaking for us. She's squeezing me so tight."

"Take it, baby," Ryder whispered against my lips, his thumb pressing harder, increasing the fast friction against my center. "Give it all to us."

The pressure built at terrifying speed. A tight, coil of white-hot tension snapped deep within my belly. My breathing shattered into shallow, helpless panting as the pleasure escalated past the point of endurance.

"Please," I sobbed out, clutching at Dallas's shoulders, my nails digging deep into his back. My other hand slipped into Ryder's hair and tangled.

"c*m for us, Harper," Dallas purred, capturing my mouth one last time as the peak arrived.

My orgasm slammed into me like a freight train, ripping a strangled, ecstatic cry from my lungs. My entire body spasmed violently, my inner walls clamping down around Mason's fingers, milking him as wave after wave of intense, blinding euphoria crashed over my mind.

My hips jerked wildly off the bed, completely helpless in the grip of the release, while they held me fast, guiding me through the wildest peak of my life.

When the convulsions finally began to quiet into rolling, gentle waves of pleasure, I collapsed back onto the pillows, completely spent. My chest heaved, my skin flushed a deep, rosy pink, and my vision blurred with tears of satisfaction.

Mason slowly withdrew his glistening fingers, leaning up to press a lingering kiss against my inner thigh before crawling up the bed.

Without a word, the three of them wrapped around me like protective armor. Ryder pulled my head onto his broad chest, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist.

Dallas pulled my back against his chest, resting his chin on my shoulder, his erection pressing into my ass.

Then Mason pulled the sheets over all four of us, snuggling into the space between Ryder and me, his head nestled on my stomach.

Surrounded by the comforting scent of pine, rain, and musk, and held safely in the warm, unbreakable embrace of my three Alpha bears, I drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep, completely content.