Insatiable: The Werewolves' Challenge Book 4

Chapter 1

Drayton turned to face Adrienne sleeping soundly. They had been in Hawaii for less than two weeks and this was the most magnificent time of his life. How wonderful has my life been, and how much fuller will it be once Adrienne is pregnant with my pups, he thought. She lay in his arms, naked and at peace, sleeping after a challenging and demanding swim, free from the pressures of nursing and caring for Lycell’s six demanding pups.

Although she had nurses, Lycell wanted her to be attentive to them. It was a good thing that her two sons by Wilder had grown fast, and Wilder took over her efforts of raising them. Besides there wasn’t any more she could do than to love them.

Drayton had been working on becoming a father night and day, never giving Adrienne a rest, and he had been sure she would become pregnant, but she wasn’t. He would know. A werewolf could sense and smell when he had impregnated a female. Maybe next time, he thought with a sigh, but his time was running out. Wilder and Lycell had been patiently waiting their turn to claim her, and if she wasn’t pregnant by him, then there would be another litter of pups, but not by Drayton.  

Pulling at the soft white cotton sheet, Drayton let it slide from Adrienne’s body. He stared down at her lying on his chest. The cool breeze passed over her, her skin reacting to the chill of the morning. Her skin once pale was now a soft brown, because of the island sun and its heat. Her hair had a shiny glow, and it was growing longer and silky. Now it had streaks of blonde highlights from the warm kiss of the sun. She appeared as beautiful as the first time he laid eyes on her. Drayton remembered her smiling at him, and he saw the warmth and beauty within this human female. He had loved her at first sight, and he loved her more each day, because of the sacrifices she had made for his family.

He held Adrienne close, not wanting her to leave his side as they made love each day, with their last ounce of strength spent exploring each other’s needs, until they fell exhausted into bed, thinking of nothing and no one but each other, only waking when the islanders prepared food for them to eat, and during their nights alone, they would swim and hike, and he would lose himself inside of her.

Adrienne washed her mind of thoughts of Wilder, and Lycell, and her six pups and two cubs. The experience had been too exhausting, and she relished the idea of lying naked in Drayton’s arms for weeks without the pressure of Wilder and Lycell waiting for her now-exhausted body.

Drayton leaned over Adrienne, marveling at her naked butt with obvious thoughts. He smiled and lowered his head to place kisses on her shoulder. He passed his large hands over her behind. It fitted perfectly. It’s smooth, soft, firm, and just plain beautiful, he thought. Adrienne turned when she felt his warm hand cover her bottom, and the firmness of his penis rise between her legs and settle on her flesh. She arched her hips downward, pressing into his manhood.

She felt the warmth of his juice trickle on her, and she knew what that signaled. He was ready again, and she was equally as eager to have him take her and fill her once more. Maybe this time she would surprise him, and let him have her from behind, the way werewolves took werefemales.

Adrienne wasn’t indifferent to that position, she sort of liked it. She enjoyed being taken in that manner. After all, she discovered that she had a nature that was well fitted for the Samsa werewolves. They had an insatiable desire for her body, and she couldn’t get enough of all three of them.  

She glanced up into Drayton’s handsome face. Before she brushed the sleep from her eyes, she thought he was Wilder or Lycell, then she remembered she was on her honeymoon with Drayton. She glanced up, moving her body, slow and seductively, pressing her breasts against his chest, as she stimulated him, then she turned facing him, giving a warm inviting smile.

What is it, my husband? Do you need me this morning? Her voice was silky and soft as her nails trailed down his hard chest. Adrienne had been born for the Samsa triplets. She was born to be their mate. Never had she been so aroused and pleased sexually than with these men. Never had she felt so fulfilled and needed as she had been since meeting them, and today lying securely in Drayton’s arms, she wasn’t fearful anymore. She knew she was protected, and the nightmare of Paul and his friends was over. She longed to live out her life with the Samsa triplets and her children.

However, her expectations would not come easy, and not without agony and misfortune.  

I need you now, Adrienne.

Her brown eyes smiled. She rolled to the side, turning onto her back, and lifted her breasts to him. One of his hands held a breast, and the other fondled her mound, his finger finding its way to her opening, where he placed his finger inside her, filling her, but not as much as when she was filled with his manhood. She wiggled her hips, encouraging his finger as he turned it around and then pulled out. She was wet and ready for his large penis, and he had to make sure to keep from hurting her.

He leaned over, bracing his hand down over her shoulder, then whispered in her ear, You are so good to me. You are everything I’ve ever wanted. You’re always ready for me when I need you. I know we will make some beautiful children together. Adrienne enjoyed hearing Drayton talk. He never referred to their children as pups. He always called them boys or girls, or children, and his voice was soothing and calm each time he claimed her.

All the Samsa men or werewolves had their own bit of charm, but they were so different in many ways yet so much alike.

They all were tall and gorgeously handsome werewolves with dark curly hair, but their eyes were different, and so too was their fur. Wilder had the deepest of blue eyes, and his twin cubs Hunter and Devin, were equally as stunning with blue eyes and awesome hard masculine bodies as were all the Samsa men. Wilder’s fur was white and Drayton’s was grey, but Lycell’s fur had changed as he matured, and was now black as a starless sky.

Can I kiss you? Drayton asked for permission to kiss Adrienne, and inquired as to whether she was ready to have sex. Wilder and Lycell, especially Lycell, didn’t believe in ruining the moment by asking Adrienne’s permission. He was equally guilty of wanting to take her from behind, and she would refuse him just to unsettle his arrogant nature.

She had tried to change Lycell. Once when it was his time to visit her, she had said, I don’t think I feel like making love tonight. He wouldn’t take no for an answer.

I can make you ready. Before Adrienne could say no, Lycell had her naked and he was between her legs with his long tongue caressing her clit, and in a minute she was screaming for him to take her hard. 

Enough time had to pass before he would consider her feelings, or maybe Lycell never would change. With Wilder, Adrienne would see him occasionally, because he spent a lot of time monitoring the packs he oversaw, and he took her sons, Hunter and Devin, with him when traveling. She hadn’t been with Wilder since she gave birth to Lycell’s pups. Wilder didn’t take it well that she had six pups to nurse and hold her attention. He tried to project a persona of not letting anything affect him, but she saw his impatience. She had warned him that this might happen if she gave birth and had sex soon after. She knew their need to increase their pack, and she was willing to please all three brothers. There was only one of her, but there were three healthy young werewolves vying for her attention.  

She belonged to all of them now, and especially to the caring and considerate Drayton.

You don’t have to ask me every time you need me. I need you too. Then she gazed into his eyes as she stroked his large cock.

The feeling he derived from her and what she was doing to him pleased Drayton. His lips touched hers. His long tongue slithered into her mouth, and she sucked it as he moaned into her mouth from the feeling he derived from her manipulation with her hands. She was full with ecstasy and pleasure, ready to give herself to him. After all, he was her chosen husband. She had chosen him over Wilder and Lycell. At first they were upset, but they finally understood that it had to be him.

Adrienne guided the crown of his penis to her small opening, and then slowly, carefully, he slid it halfway in, and Adrienne gasped from the pleasure she received. Each time one of them entered her was beyond anything she had ever felt. It was always that way with the brothers. It felt like the first time each time, because he and his brothers were large and she was always tight. Her inside muscles would tighten around their penises giving her and them the best experiences of their lives.

In many ways she was the most precious thing in their lives. She was everything to them, and they would fight anyone and everything to keep her.  

Drayton hadn’t entered Adrienne completely, but he had positioned his body over her in anticipation, when a knock came to the door. Their bodies stiffened. No one was to interrupt them. They were on their honeymoon, and the islanders were not to disturb them, unless it was an emergency. Adrienne shot up in the bed, after Drayton pulled out and rolled off her, and to the side.

Something is wrong, Drayton, I feel it.

There’s nothing wrong. Drayton wrapped a towel around himself and stepped out of the bed to answer the door. When he opened it, Wilder was standing there. His head was erect and he was wearing a dark blue cap, tee shirt, and a pair of jeans. His body was relaxed, but one eyebrow was raised and his jaw was tense. His facial muscles were rigid. He sucked in a large breath and then exhaled.

What are you doing here, Wilder? Drayton questioned. Adrienne heard Wilder’s voice and she sprang from the bed naked. She was standing there facing him, and Wilder was gazing at her with a mixture of disapproval and need flowing through his body.

Go put some clothes on, Adrienne, Wilder said, his voice raw and demanding. Adrienne glanced down at her body. She could seeing what Wilder was gazing at. Her breasts were heavy, her nipples red and taut, and standing at their peak. Her long brown hair was in disarray on her head, making her look wild like a werefemale. The fire in Wilder’s blue eyes was burning hot with lust and jealousy.

She put out the fire. You can’t order me around. I will put on clothes when I feel like it. You have seen me naked as have all the Samsa men. I’m married now and on my honeymoon, or have you forgotten?

I know all too well that you’re married, and you’ve forgotten that you are married to me, too.

Adrienne for the sake of everyone, go and put on some clothes, Drayton said, turning to Adrienne. She was none too pleased with Wilder. Adrienne’s forehead wrinkled and she turned with a jolt, and Wilder’s gaze followed her to the open room, and the rumpled bed overlooking the beach and Pacific Ocean. He was standing at the door.

You would do what Drayton ask of you, but you wouldn’t listen to me.

Adrienne turned full of anger. She was breathing hard. Her expression stilled, because she was beyond annoyed with him. That’s because you want to control me. Her voice was steady her gaze firm. I thought you had your jealousy under control. I see that you’re getting worse. I said this would happen. She turned and walked to the closet, reached and placed a sarong around her body, then returned to face Wilder once more. What is so important that you would leave my children and fly out here to disturb us?  My children are sick? Don’t hold that from me, Wilder. Her eyes opened wide.