I wake up to the feeling of sparks marching up and down both sides of my body. I could acutely feel each and every part of my mates' bodies pressed against mine. My face is pressed into Zak's chest, my arm wrapped around his waist and his leg thrown over my hip. Brandon has his face pressed into my neck, scenting me. His arm is thrown across my chest, reaching to touch both me and Zak. His front is pressed against my back.
This is a wonderful way to wake up. Intimate. Full-filling. And fucking HOT! Like, I'm sweating balls here. Werewolves run hot naturally and having two huge-ass males wrapped around my body did not help matters at all. If this was how we were going to spend the rest of our lives, the AC would have to be turned down, a ceiling fan installed, and possibly frozen blocks of ice placed in the mattress every night. But for now, I needed to get up and cool off.
Easier said than done when you are wrapped up in two males. After maneuvering for several moments, I finally manage to get an arm under me and push up. Just as I get up, an arm pulls me back down.
"Where do you think that you're going, Red?" Brandon asks, sleepily.
"To cool off," I say. "You two are like damn furnaces."
"Stay here. I'll get something to cool you off," Zak says, rolling off of the bed.
"Thank you, babe," I say smiling.
Zak smiles at me and walks out of the bedroom. Brandon chuckles as he walks away, pulling me further into his body. He rubs himself against my ass and I feel his morning erection.
"Mmm, I love waking up next to you. Your skin feels so good against mine," Brandon says, pinching my nipple between his fingers. He runs his lips over my neck and rolls his hips against me.
I try to turn to face him, but he doesn't let me, holding me tighter to his body. "Uh, uh, uh, Red. You're right where we want you," Brandon whispers into my ear.
Just then, Zak returns with a cup in his hand. I think that he has brought me a drink, but he sets the cup on the bedside table out of my reach. Instead, he dips his hand into the cup, pulling an ice cube out.
"You said you wanted to cool off, right my Luna?" Zak says, coming to sit in front of me on the bed. Brandon's grip on me tightens, his length hard on my ass.
Zak lays down beside me. He leans in as if he is going to kiss me, but instead, he takes the ice cube and runs it down the side of my throat. I squeal at the feeling, attempting to scoot away from him, but Brandon is behind me, not letting me move.
"Don't worry, Red. We're going to help you cool down," Brandon says, nipping my ear.
Zak chuckles as he trails the ice cube from my collar bone down to my nipple, circling it.
"Holy shit! That's so fucking cold!" I scream. "Stop, please!"
"What, are you going to say that you don't like it?" Zak says. "Don't lie to us, Luna. We can smell just how much you do like it."
And from the feel of Zak and Brandon on my ass and inner thigh, I can tell how much they are enjoying watching me.
The ice cube continues to circle my nipple, occasionally switching breasts, but always cold, always circling. Zak leans down, putting the ice cube in his mouth and uses it to move up and down the front of my body.
In contrast, Brandon's warm mouth and hands roam my back. His lips and tongue tasting my neck and shoulders, his hands kneading my ass and back. The stark difference between the two temperatures has my body ablaze and my arousal rocketing skyward.
I'm making loud, inarticulate moans as they pleasure my body, unable to keep them inside.
Zak moves up to my mouth, kissing me with the ice cube still on his tongue. He leaves the cube in my mouth as he reaches for another one.
"Put her on her back," Zak says to Brandon.
Brandon moves from behind me and grasps my wrists in one strong hand. Zak hands him an ice cube and then settles himself between my legs.
Brandon uses the ice cube on one nipple while taking the other into his mouth. Zak begins to finger me. As I start getting used to the sensations, he uses the ice cube on my clit, rubbing it as if it were his finger.
"Oh shit! Holy fuck!" I scream.
The torture lasts until the ice cube melts some. Then Zak inserts it into my core. My legs begin to spasm and I try to protest. But Brandon covers my mouth with his and Zak covers my core with his mouth. Zak holds my legs down so that I can't buck into his face. I lie there helpless, feeling my orgasim building. Zak's tongue joins the ice cube inside of me, his wet finger playing along my asshole.
Brandon bites down on my lip and I scream my orgasm, clenching around the ice cube as it melts inside of me.
Brandon moves away from me and Zak lifts his head as I come down from my high. Brandon tosses Zak the bottle of lube. Zak pours it over my ass and his finger. Brandon lays down and rolls me onto him. He quickly inserts himself inside me, causing me to scream his name.
"Fuck! I can still feel the ice cube inside of her!" he moans.
Zak inserts two fingers inside my asshole and smacks my ass. "Ride his dick, baby. Help me loosen up this asshole."
So I begin to move. Both Brandon and I moan at the feeling of him inside of me.
"Goddess, that feels amazing!" I cry out as Zak inserts a third finger into me.
Zak meets every thrust of my hips with a thrust of his hand and soon I am loose enough for him to enter me.
I'm still on Brandon's shaft, waiting for Zak. He slowly pushes inside me and I feel so amazingly full.
"Oh, holy Goddess in heaven," Brandon breathes out and I can't help but giggle.
That is, until they both start to move inside of me. Brandon grips my hips and Zak grabs the headboard and they both just rail me. I'm helpless between them and there is no other place I would rather be.
Brandon kisses my mouth while Zak's elongated teeth play along my matemark. The sensations send me over the edge and I cum hard and fast, clenching around both of them.
"Holy shit!" Zak yells while Brandon lets out a guttural growl. Brandon wraps as much of his legs as he can around both Zak and me and pulls Zak down for a kiss as well.
I feel them both harden even more inside of me, their thrusts becoming even more powerful. Instantly, I'm on the edge of another orgasm. With a deafening roar, Zak lets go inside of me. It sets off a chain reaction, causing me to orgasm, followed closely by Brandon.
We end in a breathless, sweaty mess on the bed. Zak rolls off of me and Brandon pulls out, pulling me up between the two of them.
"Feeling any cooler, my love?" Zak asks, kissing my shoulder.
"Nope," I say, breathless. "But I definitely don't care about that right now."