Her Lone Wolves
it?” Caleb said snidely.
    “Quiet,” Jane said. “No fighting, you two.”
    Caleb only grinned.
    “Don’t listen to him,” she whispered. “He’s just jealous, I suspect.”
    “I never do,” Everett growled.
    He didn’t care if he’d come too fast. Dammit, it had been a while, and Jane’s pussy had been too sweet to resist. But he wasn’t worried about his ability to perform in bed. He had stamina enough and more. He just wasn’t sure Jane would be able to take on all three of them at once.
    Well, they’d soon find out. He gestured with his head for Caleb and Avery to join them back on the bed.
     
    * * * * *
    Jane closed her eyes in ecstasy. She was straddled over Everett's big, muscular body. His cock was thrusting deeply and smoothly into her cunt, but this time he had lasted for a long, utterly delectable time. It felt like they’d been fucking for hours. Her mouth was wrapped around Avery's penis. She sucked it lustily, enjoying the taste of it in her mouth. Caleb was behind her, his cock deep inside her ass, pumping steadily.
    Jane moaned as she sucked greedily on Avery's shaft, tightening the muscles of her ass and cunt around Caleb and Everett's cocks. If someone had told her even a week ago that she’d be in this situation, being pleasured by three handsome, powerful werewolves, she would have laughed and called them crazy. But here she was, and she was enjoying every minute of it.
    Avery's cock began throbbing in her mouth, his hips pushing against her face. He tried to pull away before he came, but Jane kept her lips tight around him. He shoved his hands through her hair, firmly pulling the strands as his seed slid down her throat.
    “Oh, man,” he murmured softly.
    He slowly pulled his cock from her mouth, his fingers caressing her cheeks. Everett and Caleb were still pounding inside her and, if she didn't know better, it felt as if they were in competition to see how long the other would last.
    If they were, Jane didn't mind one bit. She climaxed, twisting violently around both cocks. And then, as Caleb and Everett continued to fuck her, she came again and again and again.
    She’d thought the climaxes she had when she dreamed about the Wolf-God could not be topped.
    She was wrong.
    She felt Caleb coming, his seed boiling inside her ass. Then Everett came, the muscles of his neck straining with the ferocity of his orgasm. Both men kept fucking her, however, while Avery slid his tongue over her naked, sweating back, his hands reaching down to play with her dangling breasts, his fingers squeezing her tender nipples.
    Oh, god.
    This was why she'd stayed.
    This was where she belonged.
    With her lone wolves.
     

About the Author
     
    Dark, delicious, romantic and, most of all, erotic. These are just some of the words that describe Diana Castle’s stories. She torches the pages with hot-blooded sex, inspiring romance and enticing fantasy. Her stories range from the past, the present and into the far-flung future. Dukes, pirates, cowboys; werewolves, captains of industry or of starships. She loves writing about them all. And all her stories share the same smoldering sensuality and rousing adventure.
    Under the name Anna Black, her erotic short stories have appeared in anthologies published by Simon & Schuster, Cleis Press, Logical Lust, Blue Moon, and Running Press and edited by Zane, Alison Tyler, Cecilia Tan, Lori Perkins, Maxim Jakubowski and D.L. King
    When Diana isn’t writing (which is pretty much all the time), she works part-time for the government, reads and collects tarot cards, watches old B&W movies from Hollywood’s Golden Age and enjoys reading whatever she can get her hot, little hands on.
    Her favorite movies include Serenity , Avatar and The Lord of the Rings trilogy among many others and her favorite television shows are Grimm , Once Upon a Time , Sleepy Hollow , Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead.
     

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