Espino, Stacey - Surrounded by Wolves [Wolves of Climax 1] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) by Stacey Espino Page A

painted circles around her areola before he sucked in deep. Evan leaned back on his heel and watched.
    “I want a taste of her,” said Evan. He had a wild look in his eyes, a man on the edge. For someone who just claimed to want no part in her, he sure had a quick change of heart.
    “Slow down there, lover boy. What’s your rush?” Travis laid a hand on the other man’s shoulder for a minute which appeared to calm him somewhat. “We have all night.”
    All night? Cassidy imagined these studs could fuck long into the night. They were built for pleasure. She already drank in the sight of them—every muscle and dusting of masculine hair increased her desire to delve into the dark side.
    One night. What harm could one night cause in the great scheme of things? She knew she was trying to rationalize at the last minute because fucking these three men would probably destroy her career, ruin any chance she had with Garret, and likely force her to flee the town to save her own dignity. But it was too late. As insane as it was, she was lost to their sexual energy, their group seduction. They worked together like a pack of wolves, silently communicating—touching, tasting, arousing.
    “What are you gonna do to me?” she asked, feigning innocence. It was better than saying, “What are you waiting for?” and looking like a tramp. They kept playing with her, foreplay to the extreme, but it was too much. She was tingly all over, sensitized, and her pussy ached.
    “I want to bury my face in your pussy, lap at your cream,” said Evan. “Guarantee you’ll be writhing under my tongue.”
    She bet she would. Just those crass words were enough to send a fresh jolt of energy spiking through her lower stomach.
    Travis and Patrick lifted her off the cushions, giving Evan room to tug her fitted jeans down her hips and off her body. She was left in her bikini underwear, the ones covered with tiny stars and moons. It was not like she expected any man to see them or else she’d have worn something red and lacy.
    When both men on the sofa parted her legs, she’d never felt so exposed in all her life. She felt dirty, but loved every minute. Evan eyed between her legs like a beast to its meal. She remembered how his muscles flexed as he cut the wood at her cabin, thanklessly trying to help her. Now she admired the thick muscles bunched up on his shoulders as he prepared to strike.
    “Give her a taste, then she’s mine. I saw her first,” said Travis. His hand on her thigh was tight. His own control wavered, and soon he’d be the one controlling her body while the other two watched. Would they all want a turn to plunder their cocks inside her? The thought of being penetrated by each one made her delirious with anticipation. This was so unlike her, but she felt alive for the first time because of it.
    Evan trailed kisses on her legs, inching closer to her liquid center. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he pulled her thin panties to one side, exposing her cunt to his gaze. She watched his blond head descend lower as he settled in between her legs, his hot breath tantalizing her folds. His skin was so hot compared to hers, in fact all the men were well accustomed to the weather, like living furnaces.
    He swiped his tongue over her moist pussy lips. She tried to close her legs, but was still restrained. “Let him do this, darlin’,” said Travis. “Evan’s been an old stick-in-the-mud. You’re the first woman he’s bent the rules for.”
    She was flattered, wanted these men to truly want her the way she did them. Even with the darkness obscuring the forest from view beyond the curtainless windows, she felt safe in the cabin with these rustic men. They’d know how to handle themselves in an emergency. If the wolves came prowling, she’d be able to sleep tight, knowing they’d be experienced in dealing with anything nature could throw at them.
    Evan thrust his tongue in her cunt. She let out a throaty sigh, arching her hips