4: Jack - In The Pack

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Authors: Carys Weldon
Tags: Erótica
me down. I was naked, weak. My dick was inside Giselle. It wasn’t like I could just roll and fight.
     
     
    Through gritted teeth, I said slowly, “The shake has its merits.”
     
     
    Hood laughed in my ear, and said, “I thought you’d see it that way, once you had time to think it over.”
     
     
    “I can’t sell it to the public.” Morals to the fore, God knows how. I mean, I hadn’t been thinking of any morals all afternoon.
     
     
    “Why not?” He shifted, ever so slightly.
     
     
    I closed my eyes, pressed my mouth into Giselle’s shoulder. She wasn’t moving. Asleep? Afraid to move? Finally satiated? I couldn’t believe that. Not when I was still jonesing. I could feel my cock stirring again, and I thought, fucking holy shit, is this ever gonna wear off?
     
     
    Her butt squeezed. The cheeks tightened right up. I felt her inner muscles flexing. I wanted to laugh. If she was trying to warn me, I wasn’t getting it. All I was getting was the urge to pump again. I couldn’t help it. I did. Just three strokes, that’s all it took.
     
     
    Then, I felt the pressure behind me let up. With a thrusting motion, I pulled out of Giselle’s ass, but damn if I wasn’t still hard. The fucking thing slid right into her fully lubricated vagina.
     
     
    Hood had to feel the shift. His voice hardened. He repeated his question. “Did you hear me? Why not ?” Apparently, he knew that his formula caused a little trouble with thinking clearly, focusing.
     
     
    “Because the world would fuck its brains out. When is this shit gonna wear off?”
     
     
    I tried to turn my head, but he was holding me down. This may sound unbelievable, but I swear he was smelling me. He had a hand to my head, his fingers splayed so I couldn’t turn my neck. One finger was over my eye, so I kept that closed, but I fought the pressure a little.
     
     
    He said, “Please don’t fight it.”
     
     
    “I’m not fighting anything.”
     
     
    I couldn’t have if I’d wanted to. Giselle was using her amazing inner muscles to stroke me to another, quick-coming climax. Surely he could feel my own ass as it tightened up, working my dick into her. I mean, I was trying not to move, but you can’t help that when you’re getting drawn to the cliff. Ya know?
     
     
    “Yes, you are.”
     
     
    I knew he was getting aroused, and irritated over it. I don’t think even the most heterosexual guy could be in that position and not think of the possibilities, or be intrigued by the urge, the wholly natural urge to put your cock into a tight hole. Sandwich sex is every man’s fantasy. But you don’t get any tighter than my ass was at that moment.
     
     
    Thank God Hood wasn’t a homosexual. He could have raped me then, and I wouldn’t have had a thing to say about it. It was obvious that he was stronger than me, because I couldn’t move with the way he had me pinned. It’s like...having a fully controlled Al Pacino monkey on your back. You know the silence can’t be good. The tension builds. You wait for the explosion.
     
     
    Poor Giselle. I didn’t even think about how she felt, under the two of us.
     
     
    Obviously not too bad, though, because she was still working the orgasm cycle.
     
     
    She started bucking beneath me, and I knew she’d come again. And that made me come, with the convulsions I felt going off inside her. And, I think, that must’ve had put Hood over the edge, too.
     
     
    Not that I have any doubts about what he had in mind when he entered the room.
     
     
    He sank his teeth into me just as I started to squirt my jism into Giselle. I yelled at the pain, but--fuck if it didn’t make me pump harder.
     
     
    Now, there’s two things you have to understand here. Hood didn’t just bite me with ordinary teeth. He put his fangs into me.
     
     
    Yes. It’s insane.
     
     
    But he’s a werewolf.
     
     
    You don’t believe in that shit? Well, neither did I.
     
     
    The second thing you should know is

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