Five Werewolf Brothers

I met a boy on my birthday at the club. We were hitting it off quite well, and I was surprised he was talking to me because most people didn't enjoy talking to me. I was alone on my twenty first birthday, and I came to a club, hoping to go home with a man who was too drunk care who he fucked.

This man, Harry, wasn't even close to being drunk. He was tall, muscular, and extremely sexy. His hair was blonde and straight. He had piercing brown eyes that made my pussy wet with anticipation.

"Mine." He murmured, and I knew that he was clarifying we were indeed, mates.

Harry's hand rested on my bare thigh. I was nervous because I was a virgin, surprisingly, but I wanted nothing more than for this man to take me.

"You want to go to my place?" I nodded and giggled as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pressed his plump lips against mine.

He opened his car door and slid in, bringing me onto his lap as he shut the door and started the ignition. I sucked on his neck, his moans humming into my ears. I smiled and range my tongue up and down his veins, loving the taste of his skin. He carressed my bum with one hand as he drove with his knuckles white with the other.

I rubbed myself against him, pressing my wetness against his bulge.

"Oh, Daisy, I can't wait to take you." I blushed a bit and we pulled into a fancy driveway with iron gates. I pulled away to look into the night and trees lined it up, and a giant marble fountain rested in the middle of the two separate paths.

He chuckled a bit and we got out of the car. I squealed as he pressed me against his Ford Mustang and rubbed his hardening prick against me through our clothes. We dry-humped on the car for a few more moments and he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hands made their way through my thong and his fingers inserted into my middle. I moaned and nuzzled my face into his neck, nibbling on the tender skin.

"Fuck." I breathed out. Harry gently pressed me onto the bed, ripping off my slutty cocktail dress.

"Mm." Harry sucked on my exposed nipples, hardening them with every teeth scrape. I ran my hands through his silky blonde hair, tugging on his softly when he hit a pleasure spot in my red nipples.

"Will you... suck.. me?" He was panting and I nodded slowly.

"I don't really know how.." I bit my lip and he chuckled.

"You'll be fine; I just want your red lips around my cock." He groaned and I furrowed my eye brows in concentration when he popped out his thick prick. I wrapped my small hands around it and thumbed the swollen tip.

"Oh God." He grunted and threw his head back. I smiled as pre-cum came out of the small hole. I may have been a virgin, but I read a lot, and I knew a lot.

I kissed the white liquid away, savoring the taste of his semen on my tongue. He was standing in the middle of the floor, me on my knees in front of him, both of us nude.

The pink head fit easily in my mouth and I sucked and licked at him, causing Harry to pant and moan as I did so. I inched more and more into my mouth, enjoying the feeling of his pulsing penis muscles hardening in my mouth.

Eventually the entire nine inches were covered in my saliva as I deep throated his delicious cock. Harry's hands were running through my long brown hair as he moaned and groaned.

I knew he was about to cum when he shook and yelled out, and then the white hot liquid was shot all over my breasts like he instructed.

"For a virgin, you know how to give a guy a blow job." I blushed and he kissed my lips, pressing me into the soft matress.

I felt his hardness press against my stomach and he smirked when I shuddered, moaning as he reached down and palmed my clit.

"Oh!" I gasped and he grinned, pulling away from me for a second. He kneeled, both of his legs in between my wide-open ones. Harry slapped my cleanly shaven mound and then rubbed the swollen pink tip against my slippering slit.

"Fuck." He grunted and slid in a little, which felt good.

"If it hurts too much, let me know. I'm a werewolf, and you're my mate, so I don't want to hurt you." I nodded, already knowing he was a werewolf, as was I. Mates were rare to find, especially now a days. Mates were special bonds in the werewolf world, like soul-mates for humans, but we were sexual creatures, and had an intimate drive for sex, sex, and well, more sex. We had many children, and they were usually raised by a nanny.

"Ah!" I screeched when he plunged fully in, and I whimpered. I could feel the blood trickling down after he popped my cherry. I flinched as he slowly moved inside of me.

"You're. So. Tight." He breathed out in between words, beads of sweat on his forehead from holding back. I bit my lip and he growled lowly, gripping my breasts roughly in his hands.

"Go. Faster." I moaned and he obliged immediately, thrusting his cock into my cunt.

"Yes! Right there!" I screamed into the room. The bed rocked as our hips met.

"Fuck; I'm going to cum." He growled and shot his load into her.

"Oh my!" Daisy jerked and came too as Harry slowly pumped inside her.

"What's going on?" Callum, Harry's brother, was standing at the door, furious that his brother was having sex with HIS mate.