Isabel and the Wolf: (Part 4) by Ariana Hawkes Page A

ever, and she was amazed at their restraint.
    Jed’s hand slid between her thighs, and his long, dexterous fingers slipped inside her. She let out a moan. She was ready for more.
    “Turn around, Isabel,” Peter said. Two sets of hands tugged at her body, turning her onto her front, and then she was somehow on her hands and knees. She couldn’t tell who was directly behind her, but one set of hands seized her hips, and there was a low growl, and different hands took hold of her more gently.
    “My turn,” Jed said in a low voice. Isabel arched her back, feeling the tip of Jed’s cock touching her, and he slipped inside her slowly, her pussy accommodating his length. He began to move gently, in a gliding motion. It was exquisite; so intense on her sensitized nerve endings. Each thrust drew a little sigh of pleasure from her. Peter appeared in front of her. His hand was wrapped around his cock, like it was a tool he wanted to use. He knelt down in front of her, and brought it close to her lips. She opened her mouth eagerly, and he slipped it in. He was a little rough, rougher than Jed, and it took a while to get used to him. She didn’t have the opportunity to tease him; he thrust in and out, a little more each time, filling her mouth completely. At the same time, Jed began to fuck her harder. His careful movements became hard thrusts, his hips butting her ass rhythmically. This was the exact fantasy she’d had that time when Peter was fucking her by the roadside. She was helpless to the passions of the two men, capable of holding herself up on her hands and knees, but nothing more. Peter’s hands were in her hair as he thrust in and out of her mouth, while Jed was holding her hips, setting her pussy on fire with every movement of his pelvis. It felt so unbelievably dirty, and she didn’t ever want it to stop. Jed reached around to her clit and began to stroke it as he fucked her. He moved faster and faster, and soon his rhythm exactly matched her own, and she came again, hard, her clit throbbing out of control, and waves of pleasure rippling deep inside her. Peter came a moment later, and so did Jed, both men releasing their orgasms into her body.
    *
    Isabel was in a tangle of arms and legs. Her head was on Jed’s chest, and Peter was spooning her ass. A shaft of sunlight was coming through the open curtains, warming their skin. She yawned and stretched, and both men stirred.
    “Morning, beautiful,” Jed whispered.
    “W ow, I feel like I’m in a pile of bodies,” she said, drowsily.
    “This is how werewolves sleep,” Peter said with a laugh.
    “Really? All of you together?”
    “Well, not usually the alpha pair, but the rest – yes, all the time.”
    “Isn’t that annoying?”
    “No, it’s nice; natural. I haven’t really thought about it actually. It’s just the way it’s always been.”
    “And the same for you?” she asked Jed, angling her head towards him.
    “When we were kids, totally. And we loved it. But nowadays, as you can see,” he indicated his room. “It’s mostly just me.”
    “Mmm, I could get used to this,” Isabel said, changing position to make herself more comfortable. But then there was something poking her in the back. And there was also something hard pressing against her belly. Jed touched his lips to hers at the same time that Peter cupped her right breast in his strong hand. She sighed and surrendered herself again to the bliss of being pleasured by two men.

Chapter Seven
    Isabel picked her phone up from the window ledge of Buffalo Bar, where she and Kara were sitting, looking out at the early-evening traffic of downtown Silver City. In the past week or so, the mania that had overtaken the small town had eased off, and the people walking by were mainly locals, or looked like tourists, there for the town’s chilled out, arty attractions, rather than for the possibility of sighting a rogue wolf.
    “Who’s it from?” Kara asked.
    “Peter. He’s asking if I want to go