"It'll be fine," they'd said. "You're our true one," they'd said. "We'll figure this out together," they'd said. But they'd all failed to mention something incredibly integral; something that would change the course of Dionne's life, the course of her powers and her control over her own desires. It was difficult enough to adjust to knowing you're part of a supposedly extinct race of witches but getting used to having more than one mate, more than one love, was asking a lot.
But Dionne can't deny what she needs, craves, aches for. Her wolves have taken care of her over and over again. However, this time she fears that not even four alphas can handle what's about to hit home in a very literal sense...
Forever True (White Witch 2)
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Copyright ©2014 Shara Azod
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"I feel like a wolf chew toy."
That wasn't true. Dionne's body felt more sated than she would have ever believed was possible, while still aching for her wolven lovers. The deep, throbbing need never seemed to go away, and it had been two weeks since she had first been brought to what was now her new home. Too bad she hadn't been able to explore the grounds of the posh mansion, the many rooms designed for opulent pleasure. It was all so far outside Dionne's experience, yet she had not been able to leave the bed for very long since the first moment she came together with her Scandinavian wolf pack.
"Ummm, let me kiss it all better," Orm, the largest of her four blond, muscle-bound lovers murmured as he trailed kisses down her side.
One touch was all it took to make the simmering craving inside her blossom into raw, unadulterated lust. Not the kind regular people experienced. Oh, no -- with her pack, she was bombarded by a lust so deep it was palpable. Her cunt flooded and her hips automatically undulated as Orm's slightly rough tongue bathed her too-hot skin.
On the other side of her, Nils cupped her breasts, applying the perfect amount of pressure to each nipple before pulling the nubbins until the delicious bite of pain morphed into pleasure. Although each man had just made love to her -- thoroughly -- desire swamped her, making her unable to concentrate for long on anything but them. On what they were doing to her.
Mating heat -- that was what Dyre called it. The insatiable need for her males tore through her almost constantly. Her pussy wept no matter how much they saw to her needs. They all assured her it would soon pass, though no one could tell her when. Nor could they give her much information on who and what she really was. There had been very little time to do much of anything but mate. It had gotten to the point where they had broken off into teams -- Orm and Nils or Dyre and Iver. While two of her mates spent the day satisfying her needs, the other two went into the office to keep up appearances.
"When will it end?" Moaning helplessly, Dionne grasped for Nils' head, trying to bring him down to her level.
It didn't work. They were all much stronger than she, a fact that thrilled her. Never would any of them allow her to take the lead no matter how hard she tried. Each male seemed to delight in tormenting her until she felt she was going to lose her mind.
"Soon," Orm soothed, capturing her lips in a soul-deep kiss. Just when Dionne had forgotten what it was she had been complaining about, he released her mouth, grinning down wickedly at her writhing form.
"Wolves consider this a period of getting to know their mate."
Only he didn't tell her that, to any of their knowledge, never had a mating been this intense for so long. Dionne didn't need any of them to tell her that, though -- she picked it up from their thoughts. Daily, her powers increased, and as they did so, her hair became whiter... and longer. Although none of the big Alpha wolves said anything, they were all a bit unnerved by her growing powers.
Not that it mattered to them. She was able to bask in the knowledge the most important thing to each of them was her. Like right now. Nils had finally decided to place his mouth where his fingers had been. Dionne shivered as he suckled her nipple, drawing long and deep on the little nub until she was panting.
"Tell me what you want," Orm demanded, his hands snaking down between her legs as his ice blue gaze intently watched her every reaction. "I feel your need, love. Tell us what you want so we can provide whatever it is."
She needed to come. She needed to be filled. She just needed. Oh, God, what was becoming of her?