I had a grand time exploring their house. Digging through their drawers. Discovering Sebastian’s secret porn stash. Mike’s Reese’s Pieces cups hidden inside a hollow book. As for Dale, he had bath salts that I quite enjoyed.

When I heard them pulling into the driveway, I’d put myself back to bed, in the handcuffs.

I had a glare—and a sexy pose—ready for them when they walked through the door.

“About time you came back,” I snapped. “What if I had to pee?”

“Do you?” Sebastian asked, reaching for me.

“No. But that’s not the point. You can’t just handcuff me to a bed anytime you want.”

“Why not?” Dale tossed me a male grin that included a onceover. “You look good all tied up, if you ask me.”

“Flattery won’t work on me, Scooby, not after what you did.”

“Don’t you mean didn’t do?”

Where did this playful Dale come from? And damn him for being so hot.

“What Dale means to say is that he’s truly sorry for restraining you.” Sebastian and his flowery words.

“No, he’s not,” said Mike. “And I would have done the same thing. Vixen here doesn’t know how to stay out of trouble.”

“You might have a point,” I admitted. “But I feel I should add that the trouble I get into is my business and not yours.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. What if we made it our business?”

“What’s this we stuff? Weren’t you guys the ones spouting off about me choosing?” The same ones who’d taken off last night, leaving me alone.

If they cared so much, wouldn’t at least one of them have stayed?

“What if you didn’t have to choose?” Dale said slowly.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying, or am I hallucinating some hidden dirty meaning because it’s what I want and not what you want?”

“As usual, you talk too much,” Dale stated.

I might have taken more offense; however, the men approached the bed, one on each side, Dale at the foot.

“What are you doing?” I licked my lips, and I knew I should be scared. So scared, especially considering these three men had shown nothing but disdain for me—and attraction. But did the one trump the other?

I didn’t see contempt in their gazes anymore. I didn’t see anger or dislike.

On the contrary, their eyes glowed, and as a girl who enjoyed a good meal, I recognized their expression.

Hunger.

Hunger for me.

But what kind of hunger? Did these men who could turn into wolves plan to eat me to solve their problem?

I should be so lucky.

“Is this going to hurt?”

“What if we promise to make it hurt so good?” Sebastian winked a moment before he took off his shirt.

I gaped.

Possibly drooled. I definitely wasn’t thinking straight.

“Our guest is under the impression we don’t find her attractive,” Dale stated.

“Is she fucking blind?” Mike snapped.

My gaze bobbed over to where he stood on my left, and I couldn’t help a squeeze of my va-jay-jay because he stood there shirtless, his upper body huge and muscled while his jeans… The top button was undone, and I could see the fine vee leading down…

Oh, my.

Definite bulge in the groin area.

Mike was also on board?

I didn’t expect all three men, yes three, to shed their clothes and blind me with their magnificent bodies.

“I must have died.”

I didn’t realize I’d spoken out loud until Dale chuckled. “Not yet, but you’ll feel like you have and gone to Heaven by the time we’re done with you.”

Had a woman ever heard more promising words?

I didn’t understand their change of heart, but I couldn’t deny my excitement. Call me a slut, but I’d gone from angry at them to scared to highly aroused.

They were finally acting the way I expected. The way I wanted.

If this is a dream, don’t let me wake.

Especially not before the good parts.

With three sets of hands, my clothes didn’t stand a chance. So long, suckers!

Exposed, it didn’t take long before three mouths suddenly landed on my body, each man choosing a spot and caressing my bare skin with their lips.

Under their expert caresses, my body ignited, and a gasp parted my lips. My blood heated, and my sex got wet, so very, very wet with honey. Without a touch, my nipples tightened, attention whores looking for some action.

But the men seemed intent on simply tasting my skin. Brushing their lips over my sensitized flesh. Making me shiver and moan and undulate.

This wasn’t my first multi-partner rodeo. I’d done my share of experimenting, but usually, it evolved into two guys doing each other while I watched and wondered if it was rude to leave.

Not a problem with these fellows. Their focus was 100 percent on little ol’ me. And I loved it.

A good thing they’d tied me up because I would have thrown myself on them, wanton slut looking for some action.

Even tied up, I wasn’t quiet about the fact that I wanted them. Craved them. I moaned and begged.

No shame.

None at all.

And they chuckled, they nibbled, they sipped at my flesh, igniting it.

A sharp cry left me as finally one of them latched on to an erect peak, his hot mouth tugging, sucking, and pulling.

It drove me wild, and my hips arched, only to get slammed back down.

“You’re not going anywhere yet, kitten. Not until we’re done.”

Promising words, but even more promising were the butterfly kisses moving up the inside of my thigh, the soft caresses teasing my flesh while another mouth blew on my sex.

Maddening. Torturous.

I might have harangued them for their cruelty, except I had a tongue in my mouth.

Mmm. Finally, one of them kissed me, latched his mouth to mine, and let me taste him. I did more than that. I sucked at his tongue, the only thing I could touch, and so I lavished all my attention on it.

Desire built inside me, each stroke, each caress making me taut with expectation. All of me sensitized and aroused on the very edge of ultimate pleasure.

And then the fuckers withdrew. I wasn’t nice about it.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

“Don’t worry, kitten, we’re not done.”

“It ain’t over until she screams,” Mike said, the words ominous, but his lips on mine showed erotic intent.

I felt something slap me, two somethings, three. Three cocks, all for me?

I wished I could touch them, wrap my hands around their shafts and tug them. Guide them into my throbbing flesh.

Some people thought ultimate pleasure could only come with emotional commitment. I dared them to change spots with me right now and not cream themselves with pleasure.

Mike withdrew his mouth, and I mewled in disappointment and then sighed with delight because, through my heavy eyelids, I saw him stroking a very, and I mean very, thick cock.

But my attention was quickly drawn when a mouth decided in that moment to latch itself onto my sex.

“Fuck me.”

Yeah, I screamed a very unladylike thing, but they didn’t seem to mind, at least the mouth on my pussy didn’t, given it sucked at my tender lips, tongued my slit, but when he decided to start flicking against my clit?

I came.

Came hard.

Furious.

And screaming.

They weren’t done with me yet.

Panting from excitement, the muscles in my channel spasming, my open mouth acted as an invitation. My lips were nudged apart to make room for a cock.

About fucking time. I sucked, head bobbing, wishing I had my hands, but then didn’t care as a dick covered in latex—good boy—made its way into my sex.

Yes!

The thick shaft pushed into me, stretching my still quivering muscles. I couldn’t help but clench tighter, and that brought a groaned, “Baby, you’re going to kill me.”

Sebastian. My what a nice dick he had. It pushed deeper into me, his curved prick not stopping until it hit my sweet spot. Then he began a thrusting dance of pull out, push in, a seesawing that started out slow but picked up speed. Hitting my G-spot. Filling me up.

Oh, fuck me. It felt so good.

I managed to moan my appreciation around the cock in my mouth, the humming sound making Mike dig his fingers into my hair as he strained not to come.

Yeah. No, he was coming whether he wanted to or not.

I sucked harder, took him deeper, heard him moaning and almost bit him as lips latched onto my nipple, biting the tip.

Mike didn’t mind the grazing of my teeth on his cock. I heard him hiss, “Yesss.”

The cock thrusting into me quickened in pace, each stroke slamming into my body with fleshy smacks. It was making my body taut again, building that pleasure inside.

Hands grasped my ass and tilted me, allowing his cock to sink even deeper, banging hard against my sweet spot.

So hard.

So good.

Again and again.

I came again, my whole body jerking as pleasure rolled through me.

And still, they weren’t done.

Mouth full of cock, a cock throbbing hard, I only vaguely noticed when my arms were freed, putting me at the mercy of hands that flipped me onto my stomach then slid me atop a hard body. Dale’s body.

His lips caught mine as the hands continued to maneuver me into place, pulling on me until I was poised above his cock.

Then pushing me down on it.

I’d just come, but there was still something incredibly erotic and exciting about the way they were moving me, rocking me on Dale’s hard prick.

And then I felt the tickle at my ass.

I think they’re going to go for a double.

I’d heard of it but never tried it.

No time like the present.

Since I was kissing Dale, it took a moment for me to feel the tap on my shoulder. I turned to look sideways and found Mike’s big cock back against my lips. Half seated, I sucked on him as Dale penetrated me. As for Sebastian, the cold dribble between my cheeks was followed by the finger rubbing at my rosette.

Despite having done this a few times before, I couldn’t help but tense as a finger probed my tight hole.

To distract me, the cock in my mouth began its own in-and-out cadence, drawing my attention, while the hands on my waist swirled and pushed me down harder on the prick impaling me.

The finger in my ass eased in deeper, and it felt so incredibly strange, but not bad.

The cock in my pussy stroked me harder, making me ignore the finger sliding in and out with ease in my ass. Forgotten until a second digit shoved its way in.

The tightness of my rosette made me squirm as he stretched me, but it wasn’t long before my pleasure overcame my trepidation and I was riding those fingers as hard as the cock.

I bounced and rocked, having a grand ol’ time until the fingers pulled out and a cock pushed its way in.

Everything froze for a moment. Maybe because I squeaked.

Fingers were one thing, but a big fat cock…

It took me a moment to adjust, and Sebastian whispered, “Relax, baby. I promise you’ll like this.”

He reached under me, my body currently joined with Dale’s, and found my clit. He pinched it, and I cried out around the cock in my mouth. And he kept pinching and rubbing as he rode me, his motion driving us all, his cadence setting the pace.

In and out. I couldn’t have said where my body began and ended, where my pleasure started or finished. All I knew was my body began tensing for a third time.

A third fucking orgasm.

How?

God.

I am pretty sure I screamed when it hit, the intensity just too much. I might have clamped down on all the dicks penetrating me. Mike came, pulling his dick free instead of filling my mouth.

Because of the condoms, I didn’t feel the hot cream of the other two coming, but I felt the connection. A jolt of awareness. Joining. Felt it to the very depth of my being.

And then I passed out.