At One's Pleasure

By Kelly Lucille

Rebecca has come to “A Bene Placito” a private island resort in the Caribbean to attend a friend’s wedding. She has no idea she will be drawn to not one but three men. Or that she would discover a whole world that she had never imagined existed.

Can she accept changes in the life she has built? Enough to choose three charismatic and domineering wolf shifters? Or will she run from the wolf she doesn’t recognize inside herself?

There are themes of dominance and submission, as well as seriously hot sex between shapeshifting wolves and the mate they swear to keep; even if they have to face a dangerous past that could get them all killed.

“At One’s Pleasure” is in the same world built for the Keeping Her Series but is not part of that direct line. It contains explicit sex.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kelly Lucille
• Release date: Oct 24, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311335630

Kelly Lucille

Kelly Lucille was born in Bremerton, Washington. April 9th, 1974.She has a B.A. Degree in Creative Writing and Literature from Naropa University.Her first book "Keeping Her" published in July of 2013."The Dragon's Mage" was release August 2013"Loving Her" (Mac and Ben's story in the Keeping Her Series) just released on August 31st,2013.Still to come: "At Ones Pleasure." and "Web of Bones" the second in the Dragon Mage series.Also in the works:Two Fantasy/Paranormal Romance novels: "The Journeys End" and "Claiming Her"and a Contemporary Romance "Beatrice and Douglas."On a more personal note- I read my first romance novel: "Shanna" by Kathleen E. Woodiwiss when I was 13 years old. I still read it every year or so just to remember how amazing a really good romance novel can make you feel.Check out more of what's coming next at kellylucille.com

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At Ones Pleasure

By Kelly Lucille

Text Copyright © 2013 Kelly Lucille

Published by Kelly Lucille at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Epilogue

Chapter 1

She walked in the doors of the swanky boutique and wanted to walk right back out again, even if it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Considering how plush and expensive the hotel was on the private island where the shop was located, it should probably not be a surprise that it looked like a very expensive lingerie shop. Like a unisex Victoria Secret, complete with his and her sections. There was even a willowy blonde in a short skirt to make you self-conscious about your weight.

Course there were many things you would never see at Victoria Secret. Like the multi color, multi use vibrators and dildos in a wide range of colors and flavors. All tastefully displayed and backlit with subdued lighting.

Wow.

Well at least she should have no problems finding everything on the list for the bachelorette party. She studiously avoided making eye contact with anyone while she perused the embarrassing list.

Edible underwear? Why?

If this little trip to the land of hedonistic pleasure wasn't enough to get the mind on all things sex, there was the hot guy in board shorts and nothing else, looking over the condom display. No shirt, no shoes, no problem apparently, even at a luxury resort. How very bohemian.

But then this was "A Bene Placito" An exotic adult’s only hotel on a private island in the middle of the freakin' Caribbean. There should be some perks, eye candy definitely being one. Her room for a weekend had cost the same as a month’s rent back home, and that was at the wedding party discount rate. Perks were definitely welcome.

She looked away before he could catch her drooling. There were other things to see after all.

The back wall of feathers, whips, and paddles, was certainly different.

Wow. That one word seemed all she was capable of at present. Becca tried hard not to look as out of place and uncomfortable as she felt, but she had an overwhelming urge to laugh at the paraphernalia of sex that surrounded her.

Lord, was she in the wrong place. But then she’d been feeling like that since she met the rest of the bridal party. Like a small brown sparrow in the midst of a bunch of snobby twittering swans.

Can I help you find something? The voice was deep and faintly rough, like silk over sand paper and she shivered even as she turned. She came face to chest with smooth, lightly furred, sun worshipped skin over chiseled pecks. Board shorts guy. Crap, had he felt her staring at his butt? She was close enough that his long hair tickled her nose. Golden, like the rest of him, with a slight curl.

I guess when you have the body of a Greek god you don’t worry too much about girly hair. It definitely didn’t detract from his manly essence, at all.

She realized she was staring and stepped back hurriedly, then had to twist and grab for a tumbling stack of boxes she knocked with her flailing elbow. His hands came around her to help and she froze with boxes of edible underwear clasped in her arms and a muscled stranger pressed against her side. He was wearing his trunks low on slim hips but pressed as she was with her arm wedged against rock hard abs he felt naked.

Well, she said. Knowing from the heat in her cheeks that her blush had to be neon pink. This is embarrassing. She was really starting to think agreeing to be in the wedding had been a mistake.

She had barely stepped off the islands helicopter when the maid of honor had looked her up and down with condescension and given her a list of items needed for the bachelorette party. She had thought about protesting the job delegation but everyone else seemed to be fast friends so she let it go. She would rather not spend the day blowing up balloon penises with haughty Rachelle and the rest anyway so finding the hotels pleasure boutique and buying a boatload of sex aids was a small price to pay.

At least it had seemed that way before she took out the strawberry banana and mint chip underwear display in front of a half-naked Adonis. She placed the boxes down as carefully as she could trying not to knock over any more and telling herself that this too shall pass.

I think we’re okay, if you want to let go. She tried to ignore how good it felt to be held in strong arms. He smelled amazing, spicy, and all male. Her nipples beaded even as she had the thought. She felt a curious shifting in her nether regions. Ah, so this is what real lust feels like. Interesting.

What if I don’t want to let go? He said it with a teasing lilt to his voice even as his arms started to loosen. Just when she was going to slip away from him, he froze, his whole body tightening against her. He bent down and sniffed, and then she could swear he growled.

Before she could form a protest, he pulled her closer against his hard body so that she was completely cocooned in his warmth and scent. He pressed his face right against her shoulder where it met her neck and breathed deep. His scent intensified until it wrapped around her completely. She gasped, feeling her nipples tighten further until they were a painful ache that rivaled the one forming between her thighs.

What the hell is that? Okay, so this is what real lust feels like.

She could actually feel the blood surging like a separate heart beat to her pussy. She froze; it was either that or mount a complete stranger in public. Not a good idea and so-o not like her.

She lunged to get out of his arms, no longer caring how much edible underwear hit the floor. She was way too close to doing something monumentally embarrassing. She got exactly nowhere because the man holding her refused to let go. All she managed to do was turn her back on him so that when he pulled her up and off the floor, she was pressed back against all that hard hot flesh. Even through her t-shirt and shorts, she felt every hard ridge. Especially the one that was even now growing against her butt.

Normally, being lifted as if she weighed next to nothing would have been diverting, a size two she was not. In this instance, the fact that he made her, with all her abundant curves, feel tiny and helpless was further proof she was experiencing an alternate universe. He was easily half a foot taller and all of it muscle and male, and way out of her league. He didn’t seem to notice.

If he was fighting the same waves of unadulterated lust as she was, she could understand him sending the sales clerk running out of the store with a growled: Leave us.

Rebecca’s breathless, and last ditch, No, don’t leave, was too little too late. Just like that, she was alone with him. He was growling while he nuzzled the back of her neck, and his scent was driving her crazy. Like ocean, exotic spices and man. He was pure sex to her senses. If she didn’t get out of his arms soon she’d be begging him to take her against the freakin’ edible underwear display.

Because of that, her voice was breathless when she said. Maybe we should think about this.

Instead, he went to his knees so that she was sitting on his lap, her thighs on either side of his. It opened her up so that his cock rested right against the pulse between her legs. He ground up against that spot, making her writhe across his lap. Her head tossed back against one broad shoulder, he braced her with one arm across her body, holding both arms at her sides while, with his free hand, he pulled the clip out of her hair. It tumbled over both of them in a rich chestnut cascade. His hand wrapped around the hair and yanked her head to the side bringing a needy whimper to her lips. She hated that the sound had come from her and it briefly brought her to her senses.

Wait... Before she could get out a whole sentence, he licked her from shoulder to ear in one luscious lick. She shuddered from her toes to the tips of her hair. She swallowed hard and then tried again to get past the lust swamping her along with his scent and heat. He bit down right where her shoulder met her neck and the feel of his teeth clamping down hard enough to draw blood just there was enough to end all higher brain function.

She no longer cared that she was an almost virgin on the floor of a fancy sex shop in the arms of a strange man. Suddenly she was all skin and writhing, screaming nerves. All she wanted was to roll around on him until she was covered in his scent inside and out. She lost her t-shirt and bra but that was okay because his hands were claiming her breasts as if it was his right. She felt his teeth scrape against the back of her shoulder as he pressed his face there and shuddered.

He leaned forward and she found herself on her hands and knees with his hands at the button of her shorts. Losing her shorts and panties was shocking enough that it might have brought her back to her senses but then he spread her thighs with his face so he could devour the sweet cream sliding from the heat of her.

Her front dropped to the ground when her arms could no longer support her and it was only his hands at her hips that held her to her knees. He left no spot of her pussy undiscovered, seemingly insatiable to catch all of her cream. She screamed into the hardwood floor when he sucked her clit and then tongue fucked her over the edge of her first real orgasm.

She was still gasping for breath when she felt something harder and infinitely bigger pressing against her newly swollen and sensitive pussy. She came again when he thrust himself inside. He was almost too big, growling and grunting until he had his cock fully embedded.

Mine, he growled out in a voice barely recognizable as human. Then he stopped, lying over her back until he had her completely covered inside and out. She lay there, once again inundated by his wild scent. She felt her body melt, accepting him against every sane thought that should have been in her head.

It scared her, that thoughtless acceptance, but then he was moving, the panic forgotten as the pleasure mounted inside her. He pulled out slowly and thrust back growling, Mine with every hard thrust until she thought she would die of the pleasure building inside her.

Come for me. He growled into her ear right before he found that spot on her shoulder and bit down again. She came screaming, writhing in his arms. He followed quickly thrusting with a vengeance until she felt him empty heat deep inside her and amazingly enough she came again clamping down on his cock as if she would milk him of every fiery drop.

***

This would be a good day to be able to curse naturally, but she had never developed the knack so Oh, crap, was all that she was capable of, along with an Ay Carumba, that was hot. Not so frigid as her one and only boyfriend had accused.

At least this put that worry to rest. Three orgasms, that’s right, three. Proven right finally, hah, he had just been a bad lay. The selfish bastard. Maybe I should send him a postcard. Now she just had to get through the embarrassing ‘walk of shame.’

Her mystery man rolled behind her then pulled her up for a sweaty cuddle, which brought her back to her present predicament. She could feel he was still hard and pressed against her ass. It made her nervous about sudden movements. He had come; she knew he had, because she could feel his seed seeping out against her thighs. Which meant that she not only had her first Orgasm at the ripe age of 36 with a strange man on the floor of the Pleasure Boutique, she’d also had unprotected sex with said stranger, about two feet from a display of condoms in all sizes and colors of the rainbow. Pregnant? Why not. Could it get any worse? She heard the door swish open.

Someone want to tell me what the fuck is going on here?

At the strange voice, the man plastered to her back tensed. She didn’t want to look, she really didn’t, but she looked anyway and was faced with not one but two utterly beautiful men.

Wow. They look seriously pissed.

One had on the uniform of the hotel, khaki shorts, and sky blue polo shirt. The other one, the one who had spoken, was in a pair of trousers and a button up shirt that had to have been custom made for his wide shoulders. He was the bigger of the two probably topping six foot five with the build of a ripped lumberjack. He also had black hair tied back in a queue while the man behind him was a few inches shorter with short brown hair and a lithe body with smoother less bulky muscles.

Her stranger stood up with a brief kiss to her hair that made Becca feel at least a teensy bit less like a tramp. He swiped up her scattered clothes and handed them over. He stood there naked, blocking the view, while she slipped them on as fast as she could. Not that they could possibly have missed anything, but she appreciated the thought.

She managed to pull on everything but her flip-flops before she turned and faced his very naked, perfect ass just as he was covering it back up. No underwear, somehow not surprising. He had barely gotten his shorts back on when the dark haired one seemed to lose patience.

You couldn’t keep it in your pants long enough to find a damn empty room?

She winced at the tone as she debated hiding behind said perfect ass or facing the music. She stepped around until she was no longer hidden from view, every movement making her ache in places she had never hurt before. She was leaking cum, and no doubt spotting blood from the harsh pounding she had taken. Her hair was probably a rat’s nest down her back and she was ready to cry from sheer embarrassment. However, she was no coward so she held her chin up high and faced them down. As much as she could without meeting anybody's eyes.

When the woman stepped up to Jacob’s side Griffin lost his train of thought. It was his first good look at her and he was completely knocked through a loop. This was not the exhibitionist tramp he had expected to see. She looked tiny and a bit pathetic standing there covered in sex trying to hold on to her dignity. The top of her head didn’t reach Jacob’s shoulders. Her hair was chestnut brown long and tangled down her back. Her red t-shirt and black shorts rumpled but in no way too