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  “Oh, you were right,” a woman’s happy voice rang into his ears seconds before cool hands touched his body.

  When did I lose my clothes?

  All down his chest, cool hands touched him, around his legs, cock, hips and around to the back. Up his spine to fist into his hair where his head was pulled back. Thorn couldn’t open his eyes to save his life, but his gut screamed at him that this was the woman who’d been selling them off.

  “Yes, he’ll do just fine,” she said. “Have him washed real good then chain him up. He will be the perfect present for my daughter.”

  * * * *

  “Today is your birthday, and I have something very special for you.”

  Katrina Scotts watched her mother as she moved around her, with a smile spread across her face and her eyes lit up. Tonight Vintina wasn’t in her cruel mood but in a giving one, which had Katrina trembling inside just the same.

  “Come,” her mother motioned with her hand.

  Katrina was powerless to do anything but follow her mother into the special room—the room for her guests to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh. She left her bed in nothing more than her nightgown. She knew all about this room, as did her sister, just as they knew what their mother did.

  Vintina Scotts kidnapped what she called shifters—males that are werewolves. They could change at will and had intense sexual appetites. On the full moon, those appetites were something else and her mother cashed in on them big time. She sold their bodies to the highest paying bidders, making Vintina one hell of a pimp.

  These shifter males that she saw come and go were very impressive. A few times, Katrina and her sister, Dannie, snuck down to watch what happened to them. Her mother put them up on a block, sometimes standing up, sometimes laying down. She drugged them, leaving them physically weak but not affecting their sexuality. All of the men were huge, and she didn’t just mean their bodies. The cocks that they sported were amazing in width and length.

  They were auctioned off and used for however long they paid for them. One night, Katrina watched as two guys split the cost of one, using him all night long. She never saw that guy again. Her mother got rid of him, saying the two broke him. Another night, she witnessed as a woman used one, her husband watching in the far corner, pleasuring himself. That one lasted a couple of weeks. Not too many ever stayed long, and sometimes she rented a few out for months, then they’d come back.

  Her mother opened the door, showing Katrina the gift. A brand new male stood in the center of the room, his arms chained up over his head, ankles to the floor. His eyes were blindfolded and a gag ball had been shoved into his mouth. He couldn’t see a thing or speak.

  Naked, she got one hell of an eyeful. Wide shoulders, arms with bulging muscles, chest, and abs finely tuned, she knew that if he was free he could break them all in half. Narrow hips, long wide legs and a cock that stood stiff, straight out had her both excited and fearful of touching.

  “You’re eighteen now,” her mother said, going up to the man. She touched his chest, moving the hand down to his cock where she gripped it, stroked it. “It’s time for you to rid yourself of your childhood and become a woman.” She walked around him, touching him as she went. “This one was a bit hard to find. I wanted the best I could get for my daughter.”

  Her mouth went dry. Katrina knew what her mother was giving her. A man to bed. When her mother gave something like this, she knew she couldn’t turn it down, but how could she go through with it? How could she use this man as the others did? Wouldn’t that make her as bad as her mother?

  “What’s his name?” she asked, trying to sound as natural as she could.

  “His name isn’t important.” Her mother smiled. “Do you like him? He has a great body.”

  “Yes,” she answered softly.

  “I know you’re nervous. We all are our first time, but trust me when I say it’s better like this. He’ll never know your face, so you don’t have to worry about him ever finding you once he’s gone.”

  “Mother, I don’t know if I can do this,” she whispered.

  Her mother’s face twisted and she rushed up on her, grabbing her arm with brutal strength. With a hard jerk, Katrina was brought closer to him and then the slap came to her face. “I went to a lot of trouble for your birthday. To be his first I’m losing a lot of money. Money you don’t have to repay me.”

  “I’m sorry, Mother,” she rushed out. “I’m just very nervous is all.” She looked up at her and tried to smile. “He’s very large and my first, I’m—I’m just a bit scared is all.”

  Vintina’s face softened again. She reached up, gently touching the same spot she smacked. “Of course you are. Take your time with him. You have all night and everything you need is next to the bed. When you’re ready for him to be on the bed as well just call and the men will come in and have him moved.”

  “Yes, Mother,” she whispered again.”

  Her mother kissed her forehead. “Enjoy him.”

  Katrina stayed still as her mother walked out of the room, the door closing behind her. She took a deep breath, turning her head towards the door, thinking about how easy it would be to run out. However, to do that would anger her mother and cause a beating, and still she would be expected to do this.

  Most of the girls in her school lost their virginity in back seats of cars or at parties behind their parents’ back. None of them ever would’ve thought that their mothers would set up the time and the guy who would be their first. Why can’t I have a normal life?

  Another deep breath and she turned towards the man. His chest rose and fell steadily, nostrils flared, and his hands fisted and unfisted. She could feel eyes upon her, knew her mother watched through a real-time camera to make sure that she was going to go through with this. Closing her eyes, she dug deep down within herself and forced her hand to move.

  He flinched slightly when she touched his bare chest. Hot skin, muscles that felt as if they were rippling under her fingers. She could actually feel his power.

  “You know why you’re here,” she said.

  He nodded.

  “And you know why I’m here, right?”

  He didn’t know, but cocked his head to the side and shrugged.

  “Does it bother you?”

  Again, he nodded.

  “Because you’re unwilling?”

  This time he shook his head and she frowned.

  “Is it you being tied up?”

  He nodded.

  Forgetting that she was being watched, she moved her hand down his chest but didn’t touch the straining cock. “Do you want to be in charge of my first time?”

  He began to breathe faster and nodded again.

  “Would you go down on me first?” Now she closed her hand around the base. So thick, she couldn’t get her whole hand around him. “Would you let me experience my first pleasure with your mouth and tongue?” Now she was beginning to see why her mother liked them like this. The power she felt by being able to touch him and speak to him as she wished and him unable to stop her.

  He growled low in the back of his throat and moved his hips as if he was trying to thrust upward towards her.

  “I bet you taste as powerful as what you feel in my hand.” She went down to her knees before him. “I’ve never done this before, you know. Never touched a man, or kissed one.” She put a light kiss to the crown of his cock. Again, he growled behind the ball gag.

  Why she was doing this, she didn’t know. The overwhelming desire to taste him hit and Katrina wasn’t about to ignore it.

  She took the head into her mouth, sucked on it, licked at it, and enjoyed the quick and harsh sounding of his breathing. She looked up, saw the flaring of his nose, and took even more into her mouth.

  So thick it stretched her mouth, having Katrina wondering in fear what he would do to her body once she tried to take him. Her mother was all about control, so for her to do this she would have to be on top. Not the best position in her eyes for a first time.


  She didn’t suck on him for too long. Pulling back, Katrina stood up and went over to the door where she could call for her mother’s men to come in and move him over to the bed. Waiting off to the side, the men came in and went to work. One took hold of his wrists, the other took his legs, and together they picked him up, walking over to the bed.

  They dropped him on the bed, arms once more up over his head and legs spread out, secured on the footboard. Alone once more, Katrina stared at the man on the bed, wondering next what she should do. She half expected her first time to be the man doing the work.

  He didn’t make a sound of any kind or move on the bed. His hard cock pressed against his flat belly. Katrina moved over to a drawer, opened it, and brought out a bottle of oil. She poured a large amount onto her hand then went over to the bed. Fascinated, she began to massage his cock with it, making it nice and slick.

  Slowly she crawled up on the bed, over him, straddling his hips. Her mouth went dry at what she was about to do. This wasn’t how she dreamed her first time would be. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. Yet, here she was, taking control over it all.

  Biting her lip, Katrina took hold of his staff, poised it at her entrance, and slowly lowered herself down. She bit harder to stop herself from crying out. His thickness really did stretch her, burn her, made her want to stop, but she didn’t. She couldn’t show weakness, not when she knew her mother was watching.

  “Please, help me,” she whispered low, hoping that only he would hear her. “I can’t do this.”

  He growled low behind the gag, turned his head, and gave her a very small nod, but he didn’t do anything, not that he could do much. Instead, he moved his face back and forth, moving his jaw upward. Katrina figured after he did this a few times that he wanted her to remove the gag. A bad idea under other circumstance, but for this she thought that it couldn’t hurt her to take it off. After all, what could he do, talk her to death?

  She leaned forward, reached behind his head, through the thick silk locks of his hair, and unclasped the gag. Her hands shook as she pulled it away. He licked his lips, moved his jaw around, and took a deep breath, letting it out through those full lips of his.

  “You’re tight,” he rumbled.

  “This isn’t going to work.”

  “Sure it will. Hold on.”

  “Huh?”

  He thrust hard, upward, stealing her breath, burning her from the inside out. Tears came to her eyes. She bit her lip again to still the scream, and still it felt like more was being pushed into her.

  “Now move damn it,” he growled.

  Katrina knew just what to do, but she couldn’t move yet until the pain subsided. She could feel him throbbing under her, in her, and still she couldn’t move.

  “Move!” He strained against the chains that held him down.

  Mouth open, hands on his lower belly, Katrina rose up and slowly back down. Her body wasn’t use to him yet, but she had no choice. He panted under her, bucked, tried to go faster, and yet she didn’t let him.

  “I swear…” He sounded angry. “Fuck I swear you’re going to pay for this.”

  Katrina ignored him and kept moving. Something began to change for her, something built, and she couldn’t put a finger on it yet. A pressure started, one that seemed to get stronger and stronger.

  “Faster,” he demanded, bucking under her. “Fuck!”

  She started to move faster and the pleasure mixed with pressure became so intense that she didn’t know if she could keep going or not.

  It hit. She screamed.

  Slamming down upon him, head tossed back, she gasped, panted to breathe while her first orgasm hit her. She didn’t even know if he came or not.

  Before it all ended, Katrina lowered herself down onto his chest, waiting for her breathing to return to normal, hearing the pounding of his heart.

  “One day, little girl, you’re going to be under me, and I’ll be the one to pound into you, not stopping until I come.”

  Slowly she rose back up, looking down at him. Still trying to catch her breath, she slipped out of him, then off the bed, backing away on shaky legs.

  “I’ll never be under you,” she said back. “Ever.”

  He laughed. A deep rich sound that had her shivering. “Don’t bet on it, little girl.”

  Chapter Six

  Reed stood on the small porch staring up at the now full red moon. He burned inside, but it didn’t all have to do with the moon. Tonight he was going to share his mate with his brother. Something that he wasn’t looking forward to and yet was, at the same time. He trusted Brent; it was the animal inside that didn’t want to share her. Yet Reed understood she needed this. Tonight her need and cycle would be so out of control that there would be no way he could give her what she needed. On the other hand, both he and Brent were experiencing their own heat. So tonight and only tonight they all three would be helping each other.

  “You okay?” Brent snuck up on him, causing Reed to snarl.

  “Sorry,” Reed quickly said, pulling himself back together.

  “Hey if you don’t want to do this I’ll understand.” Brent slipped his hands into his jean pockets. “I can go hunt a female down to take care of myself.”

  “She needs us both.” Man he hated how raw and unhinged he sounded right now.

  “Then I’ve got a plan.” Reed watched his brother take a deep breath. Clearly, he was as uncomfortable about this as he was. “She’s also in her cycle, and as much as I love you man, I’m not going to take the chance of her getting pregnant by me. That department is all yours.”

  “What are you saying?”

  “I’ll only do what she asks of me to do. Maybe tonight all she’ll need is the extra hands. You know, to touch another, or have me touch her. Hell I might not even need to have sex. That cool with you?”

  “You’d hurt for me?”

  “You saved my life. I owe you.”

  Reed smiled and turned, hugging his brother. “Whatever she needs, you give. I’ll be okay with it.”

  Brent also looked up. “Then we better get this started before she gets to out of control. Hell, I can smell her myself.”

  Reed nodded, moved around Brent to the front door, opened it, and lost his breath. Jennifer stood in the center of the room in her robe only that was open, giving them both a nice view of her pussy. “Oh shit,” Reed breathed out. “This is going to be so hard.”

  Together they walked in, shutting the door behind them. Reed knew Brent would lock it. Slowly, Jennifer reached up to her shoulders and pushed the robe off, letting it fall to the ground. Reed didn’t take his eyes off her, not even as he undressed or when he heard Brent undress as well. Once naked, Jennifer moved towards him and guided him over to the bed where she pushed him down and crawled up on top.

  She took charge and he let her. The kiss instantly went deep, her body pressed against his as she held his arms over his head. Like a cat, she rubbed against him, kissing him, driving him nuts with need and a hunger all of his own. A quick glance and he saw Brent advancing towards them, the red glow of the moon outlining his body.

  At the foot of the bed, Brent crawled up. The second he was close enough, Jennifer broke the kiss, rose up, and reached behind her for him. She fisted her hands into Brent’s hair, kept sliding over Reed, and made eye contact with Reed at the same time Brent’s hands went around her, cupping both breasts.

  “Yes,” She moaned on a breath. “Touch me.”

  Brent’s hands were everywhere on her body and it had both upset and excited Reed at the same time. He watched his brother touch his mate.

  “Take him,” Brent said, resting his chin on her shoulder. His hands moved down her chest to her stomach, between her legs where he spread her open for Reed.

  Reed became glued to the sight of his brother opening Jennifer up for him. Her hands still fisted in Brent’s hair, Brent took Reed’s cock, rubbed the head against the swollen lips of her pussy, and very slowly guided him into her.


  Fire greeted his cock as she sank onto him. Blistering heat that both stole his breath and fueled his own heat. Reed growled low in the back of his throat, arched, and closed his eyes and she embedded herself fully on his cock.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Reed, moaned.

  When he opened his eyes, he got a fresh look at the three of them. Jennifer sat on top, his brother moving her hips on him and she took him slow and easy. Brent also kissed her shoulders, played with her clit, and cupped her breasts. Jennifer rested her head back on Brent’s shoulder, grinding herself harder and faster on Reed.

  “More,” she panted. “I need more.” She pushed away from Brent to lie back on Reed. Licking at his nipple and the mark, she made Reed see her wiggle her ass at Brent as she fucked Reed harder. “Take me. Please.”

  Brent looked at Reed and the only thing Reed could do was nod. Brent took hold of her hips, stopped her and began his descent into her rear.

  Reed knew when he entered. Jennifer hissed and arched. Her hands went into Reed’s hair this time, holding and pulling at him as his brother took her ass. Reed could feel him inside her. The cock in her ass tightened her pussy even more, and his own cock pounded, threatened to release his heat.

  “Fuck, I’m not going to last,” he groaned, reaching for her breasts.

  “Neither am I,” Brent panted.

  “Stop talking and fuck me!” Jennifer yelled at them.

  Brent pulled out; Reed moved his legs so he could move his hips. When Brent thrust in, Reed pulled out. They did this a couple of times to find their rhythm and once they did, they gave her just what she asked for. Together they fucked her hard, took her, as she demanded, drew out screams and climaxes that tested Reed unlike any time in his life. He didn’t understand how he held off from coming when she contracted so many times around him.

  He had heard a long time ago that when the female went through her needing cycle it would be a time when she drained the male both physically and sometimes emotionally. She would take and take, leaving him so drained he wouldn’t be able to move the next day. It all made sense since twenty-four hours later, the male went into his heat. They had that time to rest and recuperate. However, that wouldn’t be the deal here. No, with this damn moon they were all going through it together. Their heat and her cycle.