Dreams filled with Pleasures

       Ebony lay asleep by the time Benedict went on shift. She was dreaming. Dreaming that, she got out of bed for a drink and as she returned to her bed; she found it occupied by three hunky wolves. Their bodies entwined provocatively, and Franco looked up at her and smiled. “What took you so long? Come join the party.” All three were naked, with a smooth skin over bands of muscle. Benedict’s hands were toying with Peter’s balls lazily and Franco lay back against the headboard toying with himself. “Come here. I want to taste you. Lie down right here.” He pointed to the bed before him. As if on autopilot, she moved to lie down.

       Somehow, she was naked when Peter parted her thighs for Franco and held them open. Benedict reached out to caress her breasts, teasing her nipples to hard peaks before his hot lips tasted them. Suckling them to swollen, needy things. As he did that, Franco’s face disappear between her thigh and then she felt him. Gods, she felt him. His tongue licking at her passion for swollen flesh, his teeth nibbling at her nub, his fingers drove her slowly burning need to an inferno with each flick and thrust. Her core wept from the heat he created, and she could feel him lapping it up. She watched him sit up and share her need with Peter through a kiss before Peter’s face replaced Franco’s.

       Benedict now kissed her as she felt her body riding her passions higher and faster. She needed desperately for one of them to take her. Sink into her and stroke her core so she could find her end. But they didn’t. They kept playing with her. Exploring her and talking about her. Telling her what they wanted to do to her body.

       She was too focused on the fire they pulled from her body until she hit her tipping point. Her body throbbed with her release.

        That’s when she woke. When her climax was shattering her body. Stifling her cry of fulfilment, Ebony found herself alone in the dark. Her body throbbing with a soul shattering orgasm. Gods, she hoped no one heard her. She’d die of mortification if anyone mentioned it.

       There was no way she was going to go back to sleep now. Her body kept reminding her of her pleasurable release with an occasional throb. The only thing she could think to do was go outside and think. The others were asleep, and she didn’t feel like facing Benedict yet. Why did she dream of that? She knew they were interested in each other and not her.

       This was the first time she thought of her sisters, well litter mates. They’d understand her. She’d only connected with them a few months ago. But as soon as they met, the connection was there. But both were mated and recently at that. Ebony was the oddball being without a mate. She’d have to contact them.

       Peter awoke to hear Ebony’s soft cry of pleasure. Not two minutes later, slink out of the cabin in only a tank top and the tiniest shorts he’d ever seen.

       Dang, she looked upset. That didn’t sit well with Peter. So, he followed her. His first thought was she needed comfort or someone to listen. He would happily do both and more if she liked.

       He found her sitting on a picnic bench not far off. “Hey, you, okay?”

       “Peachy. I just had a nightmare. I’ll be fine soon.”

      “If you need to talk, I’ll listen and not criticize.”

      She sighed and put her head on the table. “I wouldn’t know where to start. It’s too embarrassing to talk about.”

      “Fine. Then we don’t talk. Come, you’re too tense to sleep like this.” Ebony felt his hands gently settle on her shoulders before he worked out the kinks in her muscles.

       Shocked, Ebony sat there feeling his hands slowly ease muscles she didn’t know were tense. Her head fell forward, and she softly moaned. His hands moved over her back and arms. “Lie on the table. It’ll be easier and I’ll get you relaxed enough in no time to go back to sleep.”

       Ebony didn’t think about what she was doing. The feel of his hands echoed his hands in her dream. So, there she was lying face down on the tabletop and Peter’s hands were performing miracles on her body, moving from her shoulders and neck to her back and arms. Her body felt sensitized by his touch. She softly moaned as his hands moved to her butt and continued his carefully slow progress to her thighs.

       Her mind registered how close he was to her heated core as her thighs relaxed open for him. She could feel her excitement ease from her core and soak her panties. He must be able to smell her need. A need any of them were welcome to fill, but sadly, none had an interest in.

        But he didn’t comment or touch the apex of her inner thighs. He did pause there for several heartbeats, as if he considered touching her.

       Gods, it felt marvellous being touched by a man.

       Peter was loving this. Here she was. Laid out like a buffet for him. His mind’s eye could see him pulling her to the edge of the table and parting her cheeks, then sinking into her. Thrusting wildly until they both climaxed. She wasn’t ready for that yet. Ebony needed to trust them. But she drove him mad with her passion filled scent that begged him to let loose on her. He wanted to give her what she clearly needed.

       He was down to her feet, and he could feel her trembling under his touch. He finished with her feet. But she rolled over as he came to stand by her head to help her sit up. Her dark red hair fell back off her shoulders to reveal her bountiful cleavage, and he could see the outline of her hardened nipples. She was a glorious sight to behold. To top it off, she had to look up at him. She looked like an offering to the gods in the moonlight.

       He startled himself by moaning as her breasts moved and shifted erotically under her barely there tank top. He couldn’t resist and reached out. He stroked the curve of her breasts and watched her breasts thrust forward with their hard thrusting nipples as Ebony arched to his touch. “Did you know that a woman can hold tension in her breasts? So a massage is never complete without caring for them as well.”

       Gods, what was happening? Peter was playing with her breasts. How why? She hoped this wouldn’t cause problems with the others.

       Benedict stood in the tower watching Peter turn Ebony into a puddle of passionate desire. He didn’t care right now that Peter was going against what they’d planned. He watched as Peter play with her breasts and Ebony lapped it up like a cat with cream. She sat there on the picnic table like a buffet or offering to the gods. Her thighs were open, welcoming touch and her back arched as her hands returned to the tabletop. Benedict would have gone straight between her thighs.

        “You’ve got magic hands.” Benedict could hear her passion in her words, and all he wanted to do was experience it.

         “I’ve been told that. Have you been feeling left out?” Peter asked Ebony, as his hands roamed over her breasts. Their hard peak was like aching diamonds.

        “Left out? What are you talking about?”

        “Oh, it’s noting.” His hands moved out to her quivering belly and made his way to the front of her thighs. Again, her muscles were tight there, too. He took his time so close to the apex of her thighs.

         He couldn’t help himself. He had to let his knuckle graze her core. She drew in a sharp breath. He only touched her clothed body, and she was this needy. Peter enjoyed the fact his care affected her so well. Her thighs were now damp with signs of her need. Soon, with a few more encounters with them like this and she’d be theirs. He so desperately want to taste her even from the back of his hand. Peter’s shaft was throbbing, and it was sweet torture he’d savour. He wanted nothing more that drive it home in her sheath. Then bring them both to the most pleasurable conclusion, but not tonight.

        She was like a helpless kitten lapping up the attention. He’d have to tell the others that they needed to give her some TLC. Let them feel her and this.

        “How’s that? Think you can sleep now?” Peter knew she was revved up again and he could easily use it to have her sitting on his shaft right now, bouncing toward their shared bliss.

       “I guess. I mean, nothing hurts now.” No, it was aching from desire from a wanting desire to jump his bones and take what she wanted.

       “Good, then my job is done. Good night.” He sauntered off back to the cabin. Leaving Ebony looking up at the stars and Benedict wanting to growl at the lack of fulfilment that they all felt. He had to step back into the tower to easy his predicament. His pants’ zipper was digging into his hard shaft, and he must deal it with.