"Looks like it's your turn," Ed beamed.
"Thought I got to play with you this time?" I gasped as Doc undid my jeans.
"You first," Ed whispered.
I cried out as Doc slid his hand into my pants. I was already soaked from my reaction to getting Allan off, and I tilted my leg to give him better access.
One of them growled softly, and Doc's long hair brushed across my breasts as he leaned down and traced kisses across my collarbone while he rubbed. The pleasure built, tightening under my belly, until I was begging for release.
Doc slid a finger into me, and I cried out as my body responded.
Once I stopped trembling, I looked at Doc, whose lips curled, pleased. Unfortunately, he was still wearing his shirt. Fortunately, it gave me something to grab onto. I yanked him forward, planting my mouth on his, not caring that I could still taste Allan's blood on his lips.
"Guess she liked that," Ed purred as he fondled my breasts.
I grinned against Doc's lips, and he returned my smile.
Before Ed could get away from me, I twisted around in his arms and shoved against his shoulders, pushing him to the ground. I straddled him, leaning on his shoulders while he cupped my breasts. Moaning to let him know I approved, I shifted my hips against him. He let out a breath, hands tightening, then sliding down to my hips, holding me against him.
"Now, if you hold me there, how can I get what I want out of you?" I teased him.
Ed's eyes went wide, and I remembered that, while he was my age, he probably wasn't all that experienced, and he acted a bit shyer than either Allan or Doc. Not that I was super experienced myself, but I wasn't hesitant about exploring. Watching to gauge his reaction, I slid my hand down my stomach. His eyes widened as I slowly went lower. He whimpered when I dragged my fingers across the soaked front of my jeans and trailed further until I was reaching between us where I pressed into his hardness.
"Want me to stop?"
"No," he squeaked.
"Good," I purred, and lifted myself slightly so I could stroke my hand along his length.
He trembled beneath me, arousing me further. I didn't want to push him if he wasn't ready, so I leaned forward and nibbled on his ear, much as he had earlier.
"You want to wait?" I whispered. The others would be able to hear, but I could pretend, for a moment, that they didn't have super hearing. They had moved back, letting me and Ed have this moment together.
"No," Ed replied after a slight hesitation.
I rolled over onto my side, pressed up against him, leg hooked around his, and tracked my hand down his stomach, hesitating at his waistline.
"You sure?"
"Yeah." He sounded more certain, and I pressed my lips to his. He moaned, still kissing me, tongue exploring my mouth, as I undid his jeans. He gasped, pushing against me as I ran my hand along his length. He shuddered, and I gave him a minute to get used to someone else touching him.
"Good?"
"Oh yeah," he breathed.
I purred in pleasure as I stroked him. He clutched my shoulder, thrusting against my hand. I couldn't hold him down by laying on him, like he could me, but I kept my leg twined in his and kissed him until he was gasping.
He grabbed my arm. "I'm…"
"Ed, we're all going to have to take showers anyway, but it's up to you." I nibbled at his ear.
He released my arm, met my eyes, and nodded. It didn't take much before Ed was clutching at me hard enough to bruise my arm as he shuddered in release.
I lay next to him, cuddling him. Doc spooned against my back, breathing against my neck, hand on my shoulder, so as not to intrude on Ed's space.
I propped myself up on my arm, thinking we were done for now, but Doc tightened his grip on my shoulder. "We're not done with you yet," he growled, voice low. His tone did things to me that made me not want to be done, ever.
Twisting around to face him, I smirked. "Bring it."
"I intend to."
Despite everything we'd already done that day, I blushed. Doc chuckled as he brought his lips to mine.
It turned out werewolves recovered awfully fast too, and we were thoroughly worn out by the time I let everyone out of the pine grove, and we headed to the cabin, showers, and food.
Chapter 3
Sofia
"Was that always so beat up?" Allan sat next to me on the couch as I turned over the knife I had taken from Alex's house the night they had kidnapped me.
"No. The handle is all cracked now, and the blade actually looks like it is cracking, too. I blocked a magical attack with it. Before it was pristine. Very sharp."
I tested the edge with my finger. "Still sharp." I winced and sucked on my thumb.
"Can you fix it?" Ed came over and sat down on the other side of me, squeezing me in between them. He nuzzled my hair for a moment.
Doc came out of the bedroom wearing flannel PJ pants and drying his hair with a towel. He leaned against the wall, watching as I fiddled with the blade. I spared a quick moment to eye his lean but muscular frame, especially admiring the way his pants perfectly molded to his hips, before re-focusing on the knife.
"Maybe? Probably not, but I could try." Intrigued by the idea of poking at it with my barely usable magic skills, I pushed a little magic into it.
The blade sucked up my power.
"Huh."
The guys stayed quiet, watching me as I pushed more energy at it.
"It's like, it needs me to do something, but I'm not sure what." Lavender moats danced along the blade and sank into the crack in the hilt. "The blade obviously has, or had, some sort of magic, or it wouldn't have been able
