Fed to the Wolves, Part 5: Death Moon Rising, is AVAILABLE NOW!

Fed to the Wolves 5



Here’s a SNEAK PEAK, just for you, my fabulous readers!
Trix? You call fo’ us, girl?”
Quentin’s voice floated up the stairs, and I heard the others’ footsteps right behind him.
“Oui,” I said, and chuckled, blushing, even though they couldn’t see me yet.
Candles blazed all around me, covering the antique bureau, the end tables, and even the steamer trunk by the bedroom window that served as a window seat. The room was filled with the soft scents of vanilla and lavender, the window open and curtains tied back to let in the night breeze. Firelight flickered, making me feel like a goddess as I lay back on the huge four-poster bed, propped up on one elbow, wearin’ nothin’ but a thin, see-through white robe, as thin as gossamer, I’d found among Rosa’s old things.
What a naughty thing that Rosa is, I thought with a laugh. A woman after my own heart.
Quentin stopped short in the doorway, Bastian and Felix bumping into him, before falling silent themselves.
Ga lee,” he said, taking in the sight before him.
I laughed and bit my lip, suddenly shy beneath their heated gazes. I knew they could see every inch of my body, displayed in the flickering light of the candles beneath the gauzy robe, my nipples already hard, my body aching for their touch.
“Well?” I said. “What are you waitin’ for? An invitation?”
I shifted, lettin’ the robe fall open a little, the curves of my breasts bared for them.
There was some shoving, and then they were all there, surroundin’ me, Quentin kneelin’ next to me, his rough hand smoothin’ back my hair, while Felix moved to the foot of the bed, and Bastian behind me. Quentin captured my mouth with his, and for a moment, everythin’ else faded away except the exquisite feel of his lips, soft and warm, the rough stubble of his chin against my soft skin… the taste of his tongue as it danced with mine; sucking, tasting.
Bastian’s hands, tracing the curves of my body brought me back down to earth, as well as Felix’s soft caress on my inner thigh. I lay back on the bed, suddenly feeling small and vulnerable, beneath the shadows of these three muscular men, these brothers, these wild creatures, eyes now glowing orange and gold as they loomed above me; strong enough to tear me apart with their bear hands. I shivered, despite the warmth of the evenin’.
“What you wan’, Cher?” Quentin said, stroking my hair in a way that made my whole body tingle.
“I… want you,” I said. “All of you.”
I moved from his gaze to look at the others. A low growl ripped from Bastian’s throat as he stood, tensed above me. I could tell they were all holdin’ themselves back—holdin’ the beasts at bay with all the strength they could muster.
Quentin licked his lips and reached for the tie of the robe. He undid it with one hand, and jerked it open, baring me fully for all to see. I felt so naughty, so dirty, lyin’ there, beggin’ these three men to take me, to fuck me, right then and there. To fill me up with their hard cocks—to use my body until they couldn’t take it anymore and had to cum and cum and cum…
I made a small sound, halfway between a pant and a gasp, as rough hands gripped my naked body, pulling the robe away and flinging it to the floor.


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