need — and it was clear that the mounting blaze was not just inside my loins. My shifter partners were growing rougher now, their animalistic natures bubbling to the surface in a cacophony of rugged, collective need. They started to snarl at one another, until I realized the truth.
They were competing .
Patrick and Lionel were fiercely clenching their teeth at one another, while a snarl started deep in Darren’s throat. But a roar among them turned all heads as Grizz knelt in front, the others forced aside out of sheer presence. Grasping his cock, still slick with my saliva, he lined it up with the drenched entrance to my hot, ready pussy.
He was the alpha, and he intended to make me his before the others.
Frizz pushed the purple, engorged helmet of his mighty erection into my slit, and my ankles parted to grant him proper access. Grasping them in his thick, calloused hands, he slid my hips closer in the furs, impaling me upon the scepter of his rugged, rock-hard passion. My lips quivered in a throaty moan as my body easily adjusted to his girth, even as it stretched my inner walls to their limits.
“You belong to me first,” Grizz growled into my neck with a passionate bite. “Will you submit?”
“Oh god, yes…” I murmured in response as he powered his hips into mine in a mighty clash, hilting his entire length into me.
I had dedicated half my life to wiping shifters off of the Earth. Now that I knew the truth, I was dropping every last inhibition I had — letting a pack of them completely claim me.
While the others hung around, pacing impatiently with the sweaty musk of our sex permeating the air, Grizz commanded my body in his rugged grasp. He pulled me up into his lap and forced me to rock my hips, his hands dictating a steady, swift rhythm that flooded my mind with pleasure. Meeting the descent of my thick thighs with the crushing might of his sculpted body, I felt his fingers clench into my skin, mixing pain into my pleasure.
Before long, a bobbing cock fell into my peripheral, and I gratefully accepted it into my empty mouth. It was Darren who had taken control over my head, grasping me firmly by a handful of hair as he pistons my lips up and down his thick, juicy cock. The musk filled my nostrils as his shaft filled my mouth, pushing the helmet down into my throat. He was more daring than they had been during the cock-sucking roulette, and demanded more of me now — and more of my throat in particular. With his animal side dictating his need to dominate, he planned to claim every inch of me that he could — and that meant my lips crashing against the base of his thick, powerful shaft.
But there were still two others to be pleased — and they weren’t willing to remain spectators for too long. Lionel stood tall and proud on the other side, growling at Darren until I felt my mouth being shoved onto the new shifter cock. Pushing my throat to its boundaries, they began to overpower me together, with one grasping me by the hair and crashing my lips down the other’s cock repeatedly before swapping duties. I felt my arousal deepen at their bond as they enforced each other’s pleasure.
This still left Patrick. I heard him jacking off behind me, hearing the slight, sloppy motions as his saliva-coated shaft was pleasured independently of us, but I felt everyone stop and hold me in place as a pressure appeared at my hidden star. Frizz was holding my ass-cheeks spread as Patrick pushed the head of his cock up into my asshole, his teeth biting down on my throat.
Amazingly, my body was still in complete adaptation mode. His fullness pushed up into my ass, squeezed between my thick cheeks as Grizz let them rest around his shaft. Inching his way inside, he didn’t rest until I felt his thick, mighty balls begin to slap against my ass.
With the last shifter situated, all five of us descended into a merry-go-round of complete mind-melting passion. The