CHAPTER 9

It was a couple of weeks later when Ellie walked by the study and saw Duggan and Jonathan inside. She joined them in time to catch the tail end of the conversation.

“You know what you have to do, Jonathan.”

“Yeah. I’ll head there tonight.”

“Where are you going?” Ellie asked.

“To the bar where Stephanie hangs. I need to do the dirty deed, for dominance.”

“Because you challenged her?”

“Yes, I can’t leave it half-assed. I have to assert it or my next challenge won’t be denied.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Better me than you, Ellie.” His voice was cheerful. “Although you can come watch.”

“Watch you have sex with her?” Ellie sounded horrified.

“Not a bad idea,” Duggan interjected.

“What?”

“By fucking her and having Ellie present, it asserts Ellie as family dominant over Stephanie.”

“I don’t want to watch a rape.”

“Ellie! How could you think I’d rape someone? While she doesn’t want me, she’ll take the act. Her hormones will get away from her. Werewolf females always do. And she’ll be more humiliated for succumbing. Especially with you there to witness it.”

“Or hell, Ellie can call a pack meeting. I can assert it over her then, with everyone watching. And everyone will understand Ellie’s dominance in calling it,” Jonathan continued.

Duggan nodded. “It’ll work. Ellie, you need to write up invitations, say next weekend. Tell each person it’s mandatory.”

Ellie was silent as she pondered the voyeurism. It was actually kind of kinkily sexy.

Ellie sat at Duggan’s desk and wrote the invitations, using his Rolodex, while they sorted out the rest of the plans.

“Maybe I can drive her away, to voluntarily give up membership in the pack,” Jonathan said.

Duggan nodded. “If her life is miserable enough. She can’t have sex with other wolves, she can’t have humans—you know, I think you should make her come the first few times as a tease and after that, just find your release. She’ll be frustrated eventually, that’ll help her decision.”

“Um, why don’t you guys just ask her to leave?” Ellie asked.

Both handsome faces looked at her. “Because she’s female, love. We take care of our females. They have to make the decision to leave.”

“Unfortunately, I just thought of one bad outcome to all this,” Duggan said.

Jonathan and Ellie looked at him, waiting expectantly for his continuation.

“You two can’t have each other anymore. At least not until the meeting.”

“Well, that should certainly leave me horny enough to fuck Stephanie. I’ve never had a colder bitch. The idea makes my cock hang limp.”

Ellie grinned. “I’ve got the invitations finished.”

“Great. I’ll take them down to the post office. Some air will do me good,” Jonathan muttered.

Ellie turned the chair to face Duggan. She slowly slid her gown up her legs, inch by inch. And watched the lust sweep through his eyes.

The gown was higher than mid-thigh when she opened her legs slightly. Enough to show she was bare beneath the nightgown.

And smooth-shaven.

“Well,” he rasped. “That’s new.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“I like red curls.”

“Mmm-hmm. I like that wolves take care of their females.”

She stood and let the gown drop back over her legs. But then dropped the straps over her shoulders so the gown only covered her from the waist down.

Her breasts were perky and full. The nipples erect. She cupped one, her eyes never breaking contact with his. She fingered the pointy little bud for his benefit and watched as he licked his lips.

Then she turned and walked away.

She was halfway up the stairs when he followed. She was sauntering slowly, hips swaying.

Then she let the gown fall from her hips and pool in a swish of silk on the step. She could hear his inhalation of breath behind her and knew his eyes were glued to the curves of her ass.

He was far enough behind her to watch her walk. Every sway, every motion of her rounded hips.

And she still hadn’t fully shown him her new look.

He paused to pick up her nightgown. The silk was cool to his fingers and he brought it up to his face. It smelled of her. His mate. Sweet and fresh and floral.

Sometimes when she spread her thighs, she smelled of rain.

She’d escaped while he stood there sniffing her gown. He followed eagerly now and burst into the bedroom to see her splayed on the bed, legs parted the tiniest bit.

Then she bent one leg as she lay on her side.

He could see everything without the red triangle. She was swollen with arousal. He smelled her lust from the doorway.

She used her fingers to trace her slit lightly. And then she spread her outer lips to show her protruding clitoris.

“Yes, mate,” he hissed. “Wet it for me, love.”

She reached for the slippery juice that gathered between her lips. She spread it up and over her tiny bud. He heard the slow release of breath she gave as she exhaled.

“It feels good, baby. Slippery and soft. Please use your tongue on me.”

He walked to the bed and kneeled on it. Then he flipped her onto her back and cupped her buttocks with his palms. He lifted her body to his mouth.

Fresh, spread-open pussy.

A feast for his senses. He covered her smooth mound with his mouth and she squirmed beneath his tongue. He pressed it to her clitoris and speared it, over and over.

“Duggan, oh Duggan…” she chanted.

He inserted his tongue deep into her passage.

“God, I love you.”

He smiled against her sex. “I’ve got you exactly where I want you, Ellie mine.”

He traced the triangle where her curls used to be, licking lightly. He ran his tongue over the tender skin and then inserted a finger into the warmth of her sheath.

She gasped and raised her hips higher. He plunged his finger in and out, stroking her G-spot and making her buck her hips wildly.

He rose onto his knees and unbuckled his belt. Unsnapping his jeans, he pushed them down far enough that his hard cock escaped. Eagerly, he stroked his stiff erection with one hand while he pushed his jeans off with the other.

One frantic move and he was inside her, balls slapping against her wet flesh, erotic sucking noises coming from the skin on skin contact. Over and over he pounded, until their hearts raced and their breaths came in pants.

Then he pulled away. She protested and he covered her mound with his mouth again, tonguing her slit and feeling the hard bud of her aroused clitoris with his tongue.

He massaged the distended button, swirling around it and pushing it back and forth. She clamped her thighs around his head and her entire body exploded in his mouth, her pussy gasping and quivering in his hot warmth.

“Again!” she demanded and crawled up, pushing him onto his back. His erection stood unwavering, hard as concrete as it pointed upward. She impaled herself and he felt the slick, puffy labia slowly part to allow room for his aching cock. She was like warm velvet, sucking him in. He held his breath as she started to move, rocking her hips back and forth. Then her slender fingers traced down her body to her swollen pussy where she rubbed her own clit in time to her thrusts.

He watched her masturbate herself on his cock, watched the lust as it swam across her face. Knew by her movements when she was close again.

But he held his breath and his racing heart in check. He was so close to orgasm, if he even thought about it a rolling boil would burst up from his balls.

And then she hissed, grinding herself on his body. He felt her clench around his sensitive flesh as she bucked violently.

He flipped her onto her back where she swung her legs over his shoulders. He fucked his Ellie, pounding himself deep inside where he released his lava throughout her body.

It took quite a while to recover. He’d let her legs down and pulled out but still rested on his forearms with his cock lying gratefully on her soft belly. Her hands caressed his damp back while they caught their breaths.

“That was so good,” she said as he kissed her gently.

“It’s always good between you and me,” he retorted.

He rose and grabbed a towel from the bathroom, wiping off quickly. He handed it to her and she rubbed at the inside of her thighs. “Are you going to shower before dinner?”

“No. It’s only us and Jonathan.”

“Kinda cruel.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I share. More so than anyone else.”

“Not right now, you’re not.”

She slid her usual silk over her body, this one an off-white color. It was just a shade different from her skin and she looked almost nude.

“Maybe if he’s good he can watch us again tomorrow tonight? I can’t get enough of you,” Duggan said.

“He can watch.”

“Would you like that, love?”

She nodded. It was exciting. “I’ve been wondering a lot about voyeurism lately.”

“Then I’ll see about setting it up. It should make him horny enough to do Stephanie tomorrow. In fact, that’s what we’ll do.”

Ellie could hardly function the next day with their big plans looming. She was wet and swollen the entire time and even had to go to the bathroom just to wipe the slickness that gathered.

Finally, Jonathan was due to come home, so she showered and picked out a gown in dark brown that enhanced her eyes. She lotioned her own skin and then glanced at the clock. She was still a little early.

But it was okay, because suddenly Duggan was there, looking all warm and hard and sultry. He unbuttoned his shirt, slowly.

Ellie laid herself on the bed, pillows underneath, so she could watch. He dropped his pants, easing them over his hips and exposing that tempting trail of hair. His erection burst out and he lowered his pants over muscular thighs and finally stood there naked.

She was on her back in her brown silk gown. Duggan crawled on top of her and suckled her nipple through the silk.

She moaned and squirmed, spreading her legs on either side of him and adjusting her hips so that she could rub her sensitive cunt against his body.

“What is it you need, love?”

“You, Duggan. I need you.”

He wasn’t going to let her get away with that easy answer.

“And how do you need it?”

“What do you mean?”

“How would you like your satisfaction today? I can fuck you slowly, like you have it with Jonathan. Or hard and fast, or both. I can take your ass, or we can enjoy it with you riding me. Or I can pleasure you with my tongue.” He kissed her for effect, using that talented tongue. “Imagine my tongue between your other lips, Ellie. I’d taste you first and then run my tongue inside those inner petals. I’d massage your tiny little clit with it and then I’d plunge it into you, fucking you sweetly.”

Ellie shuddered.

“So which is it, love? Which way do you want it first?”

“Ohmigod, Duggan. Your tongue.”

“Finish it, Ellie. Where do you want my tongue? Like this?”

He licked her bottom lip for effect.

“I want your tongue lower.”

“Tell me where.” He demanded.

“My—pussy. I want it in my pussy.”

“My pleasure, love.”

He crawled between her legs and spread her thighs. He licked her entire pussy, making her wet and juicy. And then he was teasing her clit and she forgot that Jonathan was going to come by until she looked up and saw him in the doorway.

Duggan turned his face to the door, his lips were shiny with Ellie’s arousal and Jonathan inhaled deeply, catching her scent.

“You guys are torturing me, right?”

“Helping put you in a mood to do anyone tonight.”

“Just watching puts me in a mood to do anything tonight.”

Duggan smiled at his brother and rolled to his back, pulled Ellie on top of him. She faced Jonathan in the doorway and inserted Duggan’s cock deep into her clenching sheath.

“Ellie, take off your gown so I can see you better,” Jonathan muttered hoarsely.

She whipped the gown over her head and he could finally see. Everything.

He could see the cock as it was entering her slick entrance, just as he could see her tiny clit since her legs were spread and pulling her pussy lips open. And she was smooth.

He massaged his bulge through his jeans. No, he wouldn’t release it and come but it sure felt good to be touched.

Ellie was riding faster now and Duggan reached up to grab and lift her heavy breasts. His thumbs flicked against those delicate pink nipples and Jonathan wanted one in his mouth. Badly.

Jonathan watched the whole thing. He watched when Duggan and Ellie both found their release, Ellie collapsing on Duggan as he stroked her back.

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