mentally with one man without the other hearing.
Stefan’s eyes held a warning. He ate steadily as well, but his demeanor, while watchful, was much more relaxed. Xandi sipped her wine, studying Anton over the rim of the crystal goblet. He focused all his attention on his food, but she noticed his breathing appeared somewhat labored. There was a noticeable tremor in his large hands.
Without warning, Anton shoved his chair back from the table. He ripped at the collar of his shirt, tearing it down the front of his chest, sending buttons in all directions. Xandi slapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a scream as Anton tore away the rest of his clothing and shifted, his body writhing through the change from man to wolf in less than a heartbeat.
Xandi shoved her chair back from the table as Anton leapt in her direction, snarling and snapping his jaws. Before she could throw up her hands in protection, Stefan was there, shifting before her eyes, blocking the attacking wolf, shoving him back with hands that were paws, with sharp teeth and strong jaws latched on just beneath the larger wolf’s throat.
Afraid to shift, Xandi backed out of the way. She should have stayed in their room, not allowed the two males to scent her while they were together, not during her time when instinctive lust could override their civilized minds.
Anton struggled to gain the upper hand, but Stefan was quicker, his emotions under control. Like viewing a nightmare in replay, Xandi watched as Stefan, his shredded clothes falling away from his body in tatters, forced Anton beneath him. He held Anton down with slavering jaws clamped tightly about his neck and both forelegs wrapped around his upper body.
Both wolves were aroused by the battle, their huge cocks glistening red and swollen, but it was Stefan this time who had the strength, Stefan who drove into Anton, forcing entrance despite the other wolf’s struggles. At the moment of penetration, Anton yelped and snarled, but he quickly dipped his head in acceptance and acknowledgment of Stefan’s superior strength.
Stefan’s hips thrust forward, at first making sharp, jabbing strokes, then easing back and slowing his pace once he seemed to realize Anton had truly yielded. The shift of the two men was almost simultaneous. As Xandi watched, one wolf dominating another became two men, almost identical in appearance, their bodies lean and beautiful, their long hair swinging with the rhythm of their joining. Stefan knelt behind the wizard, his eyes closed, a look of pure pleasure on his face as he stroked in and out of the other man. Anton held himself up, knees spread wide, arms outstretched, his body sliding forward with each powerful thrust of Stefan’s hips.
Stefan reached around Anton’s waist and grabbed the wizard’s swollen cock, stroking it in time with his slow, steady strokes. Xandi slowly peeled her dress down over her hips and stripped off the tiny bikini panties. She rubbed her palm across her rigid nipples with one hand, pressed hard between her legs with the middle finger of her other hand. It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
She knelt beside Anton, her fingers still buried inside her streaming pussy. Anton’s eyes were closed, his lips parted in what might have been pain, but was more likely pleasure. She leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth. Anton’s eyes flew open. Xandi took the opportunity of surprise to kiss him again, this time slipping her tongue deep inside his mouth.
Anton reached up with his left arm and wrapped it around her neck, holding her closer for their shared kiss. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry… I…”
“I know.” She trailed kisses along his shoulder, kissed the line of taut muscles along the side of his ribs, then sat back on her heels to watch. She was barely conscious of her fingers slowly circling her clitoris, dipping into her wet pussy, then stroking her clit once again. She caught the rhythm the men shared,
Stefan’s eyes held a warning. He ate steadily as well, but his demeanor, while watchful, was much more relaxed. Xandi sipped her wine, studying Anton over the rim of the crystal goblet. He focused all his attention on his food, but she noticed his breathing appeared somewhat labored. There was a noticeable tremor in his large hands.
Without warning, Anton shoved his chair back from the table. He ripped at the collar of his shirt, tearing it down the front of his chest, sending buttons in all directions. Xandi slapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a scream as Anton tore away the rest of his clothing and shifted, his body writhing through the change from man to wolf in less than a heartbeat.
Xandi shoved her chair back from the table as Anton leapt in her direction, snarling and snapping his jaws. Before she could throw up her hands in protection, Stefan was there, shifting before her eyes, blocking the attacking wolf, shoving him back with hands that were paws, with sharp teeth and strong jaws latched on just beneath the larger wolf’s throat.
Afraid to shift, Xandi backed out of the way. She should have stayed in their room, not allowed the two males to scent her while they were together, not during her time when instinctive lust could override their civilized minds.
Anton struggled to gain the upper hand, but Stefan was quicker, his emotions under control. Like viewing a nightmare in replay, Xandi watched as Stefan, his shredded clothes falling away from his body in tatters, forced Anton beneath him. He held Anton down with slavering jaws clamped tightly about his neck and both forelegs wrapped around his upper body.
Both wolves were aroused by the battle, their huge cocks glistening red and swollen, but it was Stefan this time who had the strength, Stefan who drove into Anton, forcing entrance despite the other wolf’s struggles. At the moment of penetration, Anton yelped and snarled, but he quickly dipped his head in acceptance and acknowledgment of Stefan’s superior strength.
Stefan’s hips thrust forward, at first making sharp, jabbing strokes, then easing back and slowing his pace once he seemed to realize Anton had truly yielded. The shift of the two men was almost simultaneous. As Xandi watched, one wolf dominating another became two men, almost identical in appearance, their bodies lean and beautiful, their long hair swinging with the rhythm of their joining. Stefan knelt behind the wizard, his eyes closed, a look of pure pleasure on his face as he stroked in and out of the other man. Anton held himself up, knees spread wide, arms outstretched, his body sliding forward with each powerful thrust of Stefan’s hips.
Stefan reached around Anton’s waist and grabbed the wizard’s swollen cock, stroking it in time with his slow, steady strokes. Xandi slowly peeled her dress down over her hips and stripped off the tiny bikini panties. She rubbed her palm across her rigid nipples with one hand, pressed hard between her legs with the middle finger of her other hand. It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
She knelt beside Anton, her fingers still buried inside her streaming pussy. Anton’s eyes were closed, his lips parted in what might have been pain, but was more likely pleasure. She leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth. Anton’s eyes flew open. Xandi took the opportunity of surprise to kiss him again, this time slipping her tongue deep inside his mouth.
Anton reached up with his left arm and wrapped it around her neck, holding her closer for their shared kiss. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry… I…”
“I know.” She trailed kisses along his shoulder, kissed the line of taut muscles along the side of his ribs, then sat back on her heels to watch. She was barely conscious of her fingers slowly circling her clitoris, dipping into her wet pussy, then stroking her clit once again. She caught the rhythm the men shared,
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