Doubly Protected [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Cara Adams

Dylan.
    “Great minds think alike,” added Maelor.
    The men led her into Dylan’s bedroom. His apartment was just an ordinary one, the room an average size, but the bed was big and the quilt on it was in multiple shades of brown all swirling around together. It was manly, but welcoming. Hawthorne looked all around and absorbed the atmosphere. It was really strange, but she felt at home here, as if she belonged in this place.
    Dylan pulled the quilt down to the end of the bed, and Hawthorne caught a glimpse of deep gold sheets and tan pillowcases, and then Maelor was quickly stripping her clothes from her. She unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down his hips. It seemed like she’d been waiting for a very long time to see these two cocks. Already she thought of them as hers, but first she needed to look at them properly. And to taste them. Hell yes. What flavors would they be? Would she even like their taste? What if she didn’t? Oh well, the chocolate condoms would work she supposed.
    As soon as Maelor’s pants had dropped she kneeled in front of him and lifted his cock out of his boxers. He was thick and long with a broad head. His skin was still darker than hers or Dylan’s, even on his shaft, which meant he was naturally olive toned. She flicked her tongue over his cockhead then dipped the tip of it into the little eye. There was just the tiniest bead of pre-cum sitting in the slit. She savored his flavor. Mostly salty, but the tiniest hint of almonds. Very nice. She licked up and down his shaft, sucked his head into her mouth again, and then scraped her teeth over the top of him before rolling his balls in her hand.
    She was just about to stand up, when Maelor pulled her upright. “We’re supposed to be teasing you, not you teasing us.”
    “But I haven’t tasted Dylan yet.”
    “In a little while. First let’s finish undressing you.”
    She was naked and on the bed in a flash, but just had time to grab hold of Dylan’s arm and drag him down with her. Quickly she scrambled on top of him, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans, and pushing them down. Like Maelor, he was wearing boxers, but his were a sober dark blue whereas Maelor’s had skulls and crossbones all over them.
    Hawthorne concentrated on releasing Dylan’s cock and getting to know it. It was just as long as Maelor’s but probably not quite as wide. But then, Maelor was muscular all over, so it was logical his cock would be bigger, too. Now for a taste. She sucked Dylan’s cockhead into her mouth and sucked. He was already leaking pre-cum and had a rich, spicy taste.
    “Very nice.”
    “I’m glad you liked it.”
    Maelor’s hands were on her ass. “Have you been fucked here before?”
    “No.”
    “May we introduce you to ass-fucking? We’ll be very gentle and prepare you properly,” said Maelor.
    Suddenly that was what she wanted. More than anything she wanted both of them to fuck her. One in her cunt and the other in her ass. Her cream was coating her inner thighs she was so aroused. “Yes,” she whispered.
    Maelor rolled off the bed and grabbed his pants, pulling a small tube of lube from his pocket.
    “You’re quite the Boy Scout, aren’t you? Always prepared,” she said.
    Maelor looked right into her eyes and said, “I’ve been waiting for tonight ever since I met you. I want to show you how I’ll love you,” he said.
    Once again guilt rolled through Hawthorne. What was it about her and this man? He was kind, gentle, considerate, yet she was always saying cruel things to him. Something about his goodness brought out the very worst in her. “I’m sorry. That was rude. I’m glad you’re being thoughtful.”
    “Let me distract you, while Maelor prepares you,” said Dylan, using both his legs to push hers wide apart, and wrapping his arms around her back so her body was pressed tight to his.
    “I could suck your cock. That way I couldn’t say anything at all.”
    “Yes, but your sexy naked body is enough to drive