Feral Heat

Excerpt 1:

"We have a surprise for you," Grant said. "I set this up while you were eating lunch." He pulled down the sheets and comforter and pointed to the head of the bed. "Do you like what you see?"
At first, she wasn't sure what peeked at her from behind the pillows. Black strips? What are they? Sam walked to one of the strips and unfastened it. She heard the sound of Velcro ripping. Oh, my God! They're under-the-bed restraints! How long have these two been into bondage? Her pulse quickened as she thought of all the kinky possibilities in store for her now.
"I put the restraints on your bed earlier today. Consider them a 'thank you' present from me for letting me live with you for a few months. Now let Sam and I take care of you for the next few hours. We'll fuck the tension out of you until you can't do anything but drool."
"I'd like that," Amelia said. "So what do I do?"
"First, get out of your clothes," Sam said. "We have more surprises for you."
Within moments Amelia's clothing lay on Sam and Grant's pile. She scooted onto the bed, heart racing at the thought of the hot time she was about to have. She reclined, spread-eagle, and allowed Sam to restrain her wrists while Grant restrained her ankles. She’d had her eyes on both of them for several months, and felt thrilled, and a little nervous, over finally consummating her late night erotic fantasies. Feeling out of control and unable to move initially frightened her, since she didn’t like to feel helpless.
"Give in to us, Amelia." Grant seemed to read her mind as he took a bottle from a small bag she hadn’t noticed before. He poured the liquid onto his palms and rubbed his hands together. He handed the bottle to Sam, who helped himself to some of the oil. The scent of rosemary wafted around her head and she inhaled the pleasant aroma, yielding to her desire to let go completely and let these two men tend to her needs.
"There's nothing to be afraid of," Grant said. "We know you've been wanting this moment since you first saw the two of us. Give in to the helplessness. We’ll take good care of you. I know you've wanted the three of us to play for a long time, and now we're going to make all your wishes come true."
Grant and Sam started at her feet, rubbing her soles until her arches curled. Their fingers pressed in between each of her toes. As they massaged, her body relaxed, the tension melting from her legs and arms. She watched her two luscious lovers as they tended to her body, working out the knots in her calves and thighs, moving up her body until they reached her heat. Her pussy quivered, she desperately needed those talented fingers to massage her in her most intimate spot, but both men resisted. Amelia admired their bodies, glistening with sweat, and their erections drew her attention. I'm not the only one who's aroused. She squirmed against the restraints, wishing fervently for her tormentors to touch her most sensitive spot, yet realizing they purposefully held off giving her the intense pleasure she needed. Restrained and helpless feels incredibly hot! I had no idea that giving in to the care of two sexy men could be so exciting!
They seemed so animal-like in their lust, much more so than they had a week earlier when she last worked with them. Grant's hair and eyebrows seemed bushier, and if it wasn't her imagination, both men seemed much more muscular than she last remembered. Grant's arms bulged with muscle over muscle as he worked her thighs, and Sam's blue eyes seemed even brighter and larger than they usually looked. She knew both of them could pin her to the bed with their bare arms if they had not already restrained her. With each passionate touch and gasp of breath, Amelia felt a bit of fear, since she had never seen these two delicious men so aroused, but she gave in to her feeling of being overpowered and at their mercy. Their mere touch sent waves of pleasure through her body.


Excerpt 2:

Grant stretched out on the grass, arms behind his head and legs extended, waiting for Sam's gentle touch. When Sam's hand stroked his chest, his heart skipped, even Sam's slightest touch aroused him. He felt his cock twitch in anticipation of what he knew was coming. Sex will take my mind off my hunger. There's nothing as distracting as a good blow job, especially from Sam. Grant relished Sam's exquisite blow jobs, and he knew Sam would not disappoint him now. I need him, need his touch on me, anything to take my mind off this burning need for flesh. Sam's lips brushed Grant's shoulder, and then traveled down his chest to rest near his groin. Grant closed his eyes so he could fully enjoy Sam's kiss, waiting until he felt those soft lips against his cock.
Sam's lips wrapped around Grant's cock, and in response Grant dug his fingers into the earth. With a gentle movement, those lips and mouth stroked his shaft, making him jump in Sam's mouth. No other man ever had this kind of effect on me. I melt in his arms at his mere touch. Sam's tongue, slick and warm, flicked in circles around Grant's shaft, and Grant felt his erection grow harder as Sam's tongue moved faster around him. Sam alternated between stroking Grant's shaft with his tongue and then sucking hard on his head, all the while rolling his balls in his hand. Grant moaned and stiffened as Sam took all of him deep into his mouth, sucking and licking, driving him wild. Grant grabbed Sam's head, pushing him harder against his cock, taking in his entire length, and Grant felt so close to coming his heart raced in his chest.
The sound of motors interrupted his passion. Grant opened his eyes in time to see a shooting star skitter below the full moon. Who is stupid enough to drive into the forest knowing there are wolves about? Little do they know what really lurks in Dogtown… Two burly men on dirt bikes bounced into the forest clearing as Grant and Sam rushed to find cover behind a copse of maple trees. To Grant's horror, the two men stopped in the middle of the clearing and stepped away from their bikes. One grabbed a twelve pack of beer while the other wielded a bottle of Jack Daniels.
"Hey, Lewis, toss me a brew. This heat is making me thirsty."
Lewis tore open the twelve pack and threw a bottle at his friend. "You sure we should be out here? With the wolf warnings and all?"
"What are you, chicken shit? We ain't gonna see no wolves. Besides, I got my gun." He pulled a pistol from his back pocket and waved it in the air, setting off one round.
"Are you out of your mind, man? Don't go attracting attention to us out here!"
"Those two aren't going to go away any time soon, are they?" Sam growled in a whisper.
"No, and they smell like they've been drinking for hours. I can smell their sweat and stale booze breath from here." Hackles stood up on Grant’s back as he watched the two men guzzle their beer. The lust for blood and fresh kill overwhelmed him, and he clawed the ground with his razor sharp claws.