Page 42 of Meant for Them
All their voices are echoing around the kitchen, their bodies scrambling and banging pots and pans around, frantically trying to get things together. It’s cute, sure, but what’s not cute is how I feel right now. I had a feeling my heat was coming soon, I always get really vivid dreams in the month leading up to it.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m only half wolf or what, but my heat cycle has never been very regular. Seeing as how it’s the only time I can actually conceive, I figured that means getting me pregnant might be a little tricky. Which is probably a goodthing; the way these guys make me feel is dangerous for my ovaries. But I’m not ready to walk that road yet. Not sorry.
More scuffling ensues while I sit here practically melting into the bed. They were quick to figure out how to build a gigantic bed frame that would fit multiple mattresses on it, and they knocked down a wall to fit it in. I’m not kidding when I say this house isn’t huge, but it’s still cozy and I love it. The minor demo isn’t completely finished yet, it still needs some paint and some other things to make it look nice again, but we’ll get there.
What’s not getting here though is these guys, and I’m about to scream. “I swear to gods, if one of you don’t get in here right now and knot me, I’m going to find something incredibly stupid to do that you really won’t like.”
All the shuffling and yelling stops suddenly, and then feet are slapping down the hall as they run, clearly in a race to get to me first.
All in, I’ve been living with them for a few months now. They’re the happiest months I’ve ever had in my life, and I’ve been learning things about myself I didn’t know I needed to. I’ve never enjoyed a heat before, but here we are. The guys have been stockpiling snacks and whatnot, soft blankets, things to soothe me and take care of me because I told them I figured the heat was coming soon.
Because they’re good human beings, they made sure I got with the healer and sorted out birth control, because as much as we’re all looking forward to a future family, none of us are ready for it yet. And that’s fine. We’re not feeling any rush. So, this is really just going to be about sex, and that’s pretty damn cool.
Except for the fact that my insides feel like they’re turning into ash by an incinerator.
I’m kicking the sheets off of me, trying to angle myself under the ceiling fan to get the most amount of air flow, because I’m sweating so much and I’m so uncomfortable. I spread my legs way open for dramatic effect, encouraging somebody to get the hell on this bed and do something to me.
“Hell yeah,” Wiley says as he dives onto the bed and buries his mouth between my legs. It’s not quite a dick, but it’s a pretty good consolation prize. His tongue is doing all the right things, and I almost feel bad for how hard I’m gripping his hair, pressing his face so far into my crotch that there’s real danger of him getting sucked in, but it’s not enough.
I let out a whine and start kicking my legs because I don’t know how to talk about what I need right now. I just know that I need…more.
“You guys ready? Team building exercise. Go!”
I’d be confused by Jake’s exclamation, but they’re getting naked, so I choose not to be. We’re going in the right direction now, fucking finally.
I let them man handle me, flipping me this way and that until I’m exactly where they want me to be. Namely, impaled on Wiley while Jake leans behind me, kneading my hips and my back. I don’t know where he’s planning on sticking that thing cause I’m already full of his brother, but when he starts nudging at my entrance too, I don’t hate it.
“Oh my gods. This is the single greatest moment of my life.” I sink into them, trying to get my body to relax and accept them both. The stretch is beyond description, making my whole body come to life. I’m yanking on my own hair, overwhelmed by pleasure, and that’s before the third brother gets in front of me to kiss me.
I’m too doped out on heat hormones to even track who is where, they all just become a blur of bodies with glorious dicks attached to them that do wicked things to my body. Whoever’s kissing me tries to possess me completely, nearly eating my face off, which is way sexier than you’d think, but what I really want is to choke on him. I point to my mouth and say, “Ah,” and luckily, he gets the hint, standing and shoving himself down my throat.
It turns out I'm pretty good at repressing my gag reflex, and giving head has become a hobby of mine. It’s incredible what you can get a man to do when you have their cock in your throat.
“Oh my gods, fuck, Morgan. You’re feeling both of us, aren’t you? You can take us both? Gonna ride us? Ride us, baby. Use those hips. Take all of your mates at the same time. Make yourself feel better.”
I lean forward so I can put my weight on the balls of my feet instead of my knees, giving me more leverage to bounce up and down on the double dick delight. They’re both gripping my hips, making sure I get exactly where I need to be, and it’s a hell of a fit and I’m sure my body’s gaping wide open right now, but holy fuck does it feel good. They’re pushing against all the right places plus some I didn’t even know existed until now, and the heat is amplifying everything and making my whole body tingle so powerfully that I can’t help but scream around whoever’s in my mouth.
I’ll figure out later what I did to who, but right now it’s really not important. The important thing is the three dicks I get to play with and demand things from while we ride out this heat.
And ride out this heat we do. Because it’s the first time in my life I’ve ever felt safe during a heat, and it’s the first time I have partners, and the first time I won’t have to medicate, theheat ends up being way shorter than I’m used to, but way more intense.
The guys take me over and over and over again, pounding into me every which way the second I start to grope one of them. They have to be resenting me right now and terrified of my snatch and how needy she is, but they’re smart because they save that resentment for when I can’t see.
By the end of the second day, we’re all completely boneless piles of mush, almost all liquids have been replaced in my body with their cum, and I don’t think I’ll ever get the taste of it out of my mouth. However, my temperature is leveling out, my head feels floaty, and there’s a dopey grin on my face.
“We should probably get up and like, shower or eat or something, huh?” Jake croaks out.
All of our voices are shot from screaming, so hopefully we don’t get any visitors anytime soon.
“Yeah, probably,” I say, but don’t do anything about it.
I think we end up falling asleep for a little bit, but when we wake up again we're all too grossed out by the way we smell to continue on, so we shuffle between the two showers they have and methodically clean the bed sheets, because unfortunately they told me I can’t burn them. I don’t know if I have enough faith in their washing machine to get everything out of those, but it’s a good thing they haven’t mattress protectors, that’s for damn sure.
After they’ve combed my hair and stuffed me full of incredible homemade veggie soup and put a big mug of tea in my hand, the only thing we can find within ourselves to do is just to collapse on the couch and put a movie on.
I’m not sure I’m in a position to be doling out relationship advice, or giving anecdotes even, but one thing I’ve noticed in my time with my pack, is that our happiness seems to come the most from the little moments that are completely unextraordinary.
I used to think that to have a good relationship you had to work on it, because that’s the line society feeds you. That love takes work, that relationships are hard and will fall apart if you’re not putting the work in. But I’ve never felt like I had to work at all to be with these guys.
