Free Serving the Billionaire Alphas (Werewolf Shifter Menage Steamy Romance) by Willow Wilde Page B

fascination as their bodies dropped to all fours, limbs twisting as their hair shot down across their skin. As their forms swelled, their faces contorted into thick snouts and their jaws engorged and snapped open, bearing massive fangs. Within seconds, I was facing not three incredibly rich men, but three incredibly large wolves.
     
    The wolves regarded me calmly for a moment, taking up the entire room. After a moment, they transformed back, an exact reverse of the process. Once they were done, they rose back up, smiling widely but sexily.
     
    “Will that suffice?” Cedric asked. I nodded quickly.
     
    They gazed upon me, lustful and naked. Their chiseled bodies and jaw-droppingly mighty physiques were enough to almost melt me at the spot. I won the fucking call girl jackpot, I remember thinking to myself, my eyes caught on their swinging cocks as they approached me. I mentally prepared myself for the mating – after all, shifters are passionate lovers, and I knew that if I was going to truly please them, I was going to have to break my big rule.
     
    I was going to have to sincerely love them.
     
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    Cedric’s warm, strong embrace was inviting from the start. His lips crashed against my throat as he kissed deeply and fully, inhaling my scent with rapturous delight. Insatiable and eager for more, his kissing grew passionate, his teeth nipping at my ear, tongue sliding across the vein of my neck. I held onto him all the while, succumbing to the heat of his attention, drinking in every drop of it that I could find.
     
    But the passion against my leg drew my attention more – emanating too much heat to ignore, the huge tool pressed against me and demanded my touch. I dropped to my knees in the carpet before him, unfastening his slacks and drawing it out from behind its fabric prison. As it slid into view, I saw how terrifyingly large it was – the bulbous head twitching with desire, a bead of passion already forming along the slit. I began to stroke the tool lightly before accepting the droplet across my tongue. It was incredibly salty to the taste, yet I felt a beam of internal satisfaction as it slipped to the back of my mouth and down my throat.
     
    The other shifters required attention too, and they dropped their slacks as they hovered around me. My hands instinctively slid around their shifter shafts as my lips descended around Cedric’s ready cock. Pushing them down as far as I could manage, I was pleased to realize that I could draw over half his cock into my mouth from the start. Drawing my lips back up, then down, then back up again, I began a steady rhythm of bobbing as my tongue slid around the sensitive seam of his glans, teasing him ever so slightly. As I did this, my fingers briefly withdrew from the shafts of the other two shifters. I gently cupped his balls with my hand, stroking him with the other in a rotating, rolling motion. My mouth still gliding down his cock against the sliding fist, I could tell from his deep groans that he considered my efforts to please him above and beyond.
     
    At his grunt, and the husky murmurs of his other shifters, I soon returned my hands to their bobbing cocks. My deft fingers resumed stroking Valen and Criss who, judging from their growls of contentment, were rather appreciative of my efforts. They were slightly smaller than the alpha male, but just as enthusiastic and eager for satisfaction as their leader. I couldn’t fathom how cocks could even grow to this size – I wondered if it was their shifter physiology, or perhaps the simple answer that they were more men than the others I had experienced in my life.
     
    Cedric’s hands settled on my head, pushing my lips further down his slick shifter dick. I mentally pushed myself to relax my muscles, accepting more of him with each thrust downward. It seemed he was eager to experience me to take the entirety of him within my mouth, which I considered laughably implausible at best – frighteningly impossible at