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Chapter One
(because this is a "hot flash" -- short story -- the excerpt is minimal)
Dall slowly pushed into her pussy from behind. Her heart pounded and her body trembled in need. His cock felt bigger than any she’d ever had inside her. He held her tightly against him, exposing her body to Cavan, who sat against the headboard.
Cavan guided her between his legs, urging her mouth to his cock. “I need to feel your lips on me.”
She lowered her head and sucked the tip of his cock, which was as much as she could take, he was so big. His musky scent filled her, exciting her even more.
Behind her, Dall’s fingers curled around her hips. He fucked her savagely, pounding into her cunt. “Come!”
The memory ran through Janie Merlot’s mind as she slowed her SUV along the snow-covered trail. She felt moisture in her panties and let out a whimper of desire.
Fucked by wolves.
What had she done? She squirmed in the seat, as she stared out at the white landscape, still wondering if she’d gone mad when she’d last been to this national park to do a photo shoot for a wilderness magazine.
She hadn’t told anyone about her sexual encounter here. Hell, nobody would believe her, even if she had told them. She hardly believed it herself. Two arctic wolves -- Dall and Cavan -- had shifted into hunky men and fucked her in a nearby cabin like feral animals. An experience she’d never forget.
After she’d returned home, she began wondering if she’d suffered some sort of mental breakdown while isolated out here, and hallucinated the whole sexual event. She had to find out for certain, before the memories ate away at her sanity.
She flicked off the yuletide song playing on the radio. Tomorrow was Christmas Day. The holiday seemed the perfect time for her to return, in the winter just like before. Maybe she could recreate the encounter.
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