Chapter 72

I was laying there in my boy shorts, bra and vest- no scratch that, shorts and bra. Deacon had just ripped my vest in two. That was surprisingly erotic.

My body continued to writhe, rocking from side to side in hopes of respite, “Oh baby,” Declan sighed and upon opening my eyes I looked down to see him just gazing at me with a serene smile, “you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

Oh how these men spoke to me; it was like a hot branding iron on my libido; a wanton shriek sprung from my lips and on their own accord, my legs opened, and silently giving Declan permission to venture among unexplored territory. Deacon was working my neck and my sensitive ears with his teeth and tongue while one hand slipped under me, unclipping my plain black bra. I was all but naked in seconds; my shorts ripped to shreds, now laying on the floor in tatters and my bra thrown somewhere across the room.

Naked.

I was fucking naked with two men!

No, not men, wolves.