Axes & O’s

36. Nathan

Chapter 36

Nathan

My body feels as if it’s been possessed by something other than myself. The winter winds whip against my cheeks and freeze, making my eyes water. It’s hard to see in the woods, and I have no idea where I’m going, but it only adds to the excitement I feel at being hunted. Not just by Fox, but by Morgan, too.

The little minx. I should say I can’t believe she made me think we’d both be the ones hunted, but it tracks with her.

I smile to myself as I continue to run. With every step on the ground, not only do I feel the fullness of the plug seated in my ass, but my feet sink into the snow, making it hard to run very fast. But that doesn’t stop me from putting one foot in front of the other.

After what has to be ten minutes, I come to a fork in what I’m assuming is a trail. I slow to a stop and look to the left and right. Both directions look the same, but I make a flash decision to go right. My arms pump, and sweat trickles down the side of my face as I try to avoid trees and branches.

There’s so much snow, and since some of it has melted, it’s a bit icy. The most annoying part of it all is that there’s no way to mask the crunching of the fluff beneath my feet and the sounds of my labored breath. The only comfort I have is that I’ll be able to hear Fox and Morgan coming.

After I run for another few minutes, I stop again. The sky is dark, and while the moon is out, the clouds cover most of it. But even in the minimal light, I see a large tree branch covered in pine on the ground. I pick it up, an idea sparking in my mind.

I begin to walk again, brushing my footprints away in the snow. While it’s not completely perfect, if they’re tracking my steps like I know they are, it could fool them for a second, giving me more time to figure out where to go next.

When I’m satisfied enough with what I’ve erased, I throw the branch and begin to run again. A few minutes go by, and when I look up, a smile lights up my face when I see the outline of what looks to be a small hunting cabin. Hiding there may be obvious, but maybe that will work for me. They may think I wouldn’t be stupid enough to go there.

Decision made, I run toward it, sucking in frigid air that burns my lungs as I go. When I reach the door, I pause, the hair on my neck prickling.

I turn around, searching into the darkness. There are no tracks except for mine, and it’s eerily quiet, the snow dampening the sounds of Mother Nature so all I hear is my pants. I wonder for another minute if this is smart, but I have to commit. I wipe some sweat from my upper lip, turn back around, and reach to grab the door handle. My hand wraps over the cold metal, and then I’m pulled back, falling into the powdery snow.

I don’t look to see who it is, because I know . I scramble, my feet kicking out as I try to get up off the snow. But just as I get on my knees, a hand wraps around my ankle and pulls me down. I fall, belly on the snow as I feel a boot press into my back. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Morgan’s playful voice reaches my ears, and I squirm against the pressure of her foot, my cheek pressing into the cold snow.

I don’t answer, instead maneuvering quickly. I flip and grab for her ankle, pulling just hard enough that she loses her balance and falls on her butt into the soft snow.

Her musical laugh echoes around me. “He does have fangs, baby. ”

I scramble again, crawling away, feeling my cock heavy between my legs at how turned on I am by this. I get only a foot before Fox’s boot presses between my shoulder blades, the weight of his large body sinking me into the wintery ground again. “Get off,” I grunt, still fighting.

Fox barks a laugh. “I fully intend to.”

The crunch of snow signals Morgan’s approach, and I continue to struggle against the weight of Fox’s boot.

“That tree,” she says. I hear the sounds of them kissing, and then I’m being flipped over by strong hands before Fox’s boot inches down to my sternum, stealing my breath. My hands move to his ankle, but then Morgan is there, pinning my arms above my head. She stares down at me, cheeks pink and smile broad. “Gotcha.” She winks.

I try to get away again by bucking my hips. “Let me go!”

They both laugh, and heat flushes my already red cheeks.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Nate,” Morgan coos. “Maybe next time, you won’t do the obvious.”

Next time.

Fox removes his boot from my chest, ending my thoughts as he drops to the ground. In a flash, his hands tug down my pants and briefs, my bare ass hitting the cold snow. I barely have time to register the stinging bite before wet lips wrap around the head of my cock and suck.

“Holy fuck!” I cry. My hips shoot up, and my eyes drop down. Fox’s puffy lips are around my cock, his bearded cheeks suctioning as he takes half of me down. If we weren’t playing this game, and the snow wasn’t a factor, I’d want him to keep doing this so I could absorb the moment, the first time a man has ever put his lips on me.

And fuck if I’m not glad it’s Fox, not only because I’ve come to trust him but also because he’s so fucking beautiful it hurts.

I cry out another time as his hand fondles my balls and he swirls his tongue around my swollen crown .

“If I let go of your wrists, are you going to be a good wolfie and stay put?” Morgan asks me.

I manage to look up at her and nod. Even if I wanted to move, I don’t think I could. Fox’s mouth is just too damn good. The way his beard tickles the sensitive skin of my shaft, it’s—

“Yes, fuck yes!” I grunt as he takes me further down and suctions. My pelvis thrusts up, and as my eyes look down again, he slides his mouth from me. I groan as the night air freezes his saliva, but then he’s playing with the plug in my ass, and I forget the sting of the cold.

He taps the toy then bears down on it until I’m writhing in the snow. I’ve never felt anything like it. It’s full, overwhelming, and I have no idea how I’m going to take his cock.

“Put your coat under him,” Fox says.

Morgan peels off the coat she has on and has me lift my hips. The reprieve from the cold on my ass is a welcome one, but I’m so aroused, it really doesn’t matter. My body is scorching, and I need to be touched. I need to come.

“Such a little slut, our wolf is,” Morgan taunts playfully. “Had I known he was like this, I would’ve suggested our tradition sooner.”

Fox pushes against the plug again before removing it almost all the way and shoving it back in. My cock pulses when it hits what I think is my prostate, and I almost come right there.

“Better hurry, baby. He’s not going to last long,” Morgan observes.

Fox’s hand grips my shaft hard, and my head flies up as I grit my teeth from the jolt of discomfort. “You come when I tell you,” he barks.

“Yes, Sir.”

Satisfied, Fox relaxes his fist at the same time he pulls out the plug. I groan at the empty sensation, but it doesn’t last long. His thick fingers enter me, probing and stretching. “Such a tight little asshole,” Fox admires. “I’m going to stretch you so good, little wolf.”

I bite my cheek and try to think of anything that will help me not to come.

“Touch him, but don’t make him come yet,” he commands Morgan.

Morgan’s hand wraps around my cock, and she pumps my hard length, the coolness of her skin giving me a brief reprieve from feeling as if I may explode. A moment later, I feel something warm and realize it’s lube one of them must have been carrying. It drips down my shaft as she works me, her fingers swiping over the sensitive crown before she rubs her thumb across the slit.

“Does that feel good, Nathan?”

I nod. “Yes. God, yes.”

“Are you ready for my husband’s cock?”

I nod vigorously, not caring that this whole thing is bizarre as hell. I feel as if I’m flying high in a kinky winter wonderland, but hell if I want to leave it.

Fox’s fingers return to my entrance, his digits slippery. The lube must be the kind that warms, because it leaves a pleasant sensation everywhere it touches, and I don’t feel cold at all.

After a few more strokes, Fox stops, and I watch through hooded eyes as he opens the zipper of his pants and pulls his cock out. The cool moonlight glints off his piercing, and I realize I totally forgot about that. Fuck, he’s going to split me in half.

“Do you want to stop?” he asks, mischief lacing his words.

“No.” Fox lifts an eyebrow. “No, Sir,” I correct myself.

“Good boy.” If the praise didn’t make my dick harder, the sight of Fox stroking himself while kneeling between my legs would. Morgan’s hand wraps around my erection now, and she languidly strokes me while Fox grabs under my knees. He spreads my legs wide, my ass still on the jacket as he lifts me up.

“May I?” Morgan asks, her gaze on Fox. I don’t know what she’s asking, but he nods .

Morgan reaches with her free hand, taking Fox’s cock in hers. She strokes him a few times until precum leaks from the tip. He expels a sound of pleasure before she removes her other hand from me and takes something from Fox. I hear a crinkle, and then she slides a condom over his length. Once she’s done, she drizzles the warming lube over his sheathed cock and places the head of it against my tight ring of muscles, feeding just the tip of him inside me.

I curse, my head falling back at the intrusion.

“Breathe in,” Fox orders, his palms stroking my knees. I do as he says then follow his command to exhale. As soon as I relax, Morgan guides more of him in. The burn and stretch draws a groan of pleasure from my lips, but I like the ache of pain. It heats my body, and I feel alive.

“That’s it, breathe again for me. Halfway there.”

“Fuck me,” I groan, and Fox chuckles but continues to stroke my knees and thighs, making sure my skin has circulation and warmth.

I exhale another time, and he uses his grip on me to sink in while Morgan’s hand moves away to give him space before she wraps it around my length again. I swallow hard and attempt to keep breathing as I feel the piercing on the underside of his cock sliding in me deeper and deeper, as if Fox is branding himself inside me inch by inch. When his pelvis is finally flush against mine and his balls hit my sensitive skin, I cry in relief. But at the same time, I want more.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Fox grunts.

“You do, too. You both do,” I say, looking from Fox to Morgan.

She smiles, and her hand squeezes my cock, jacking me up and down in different pressures while Fox swirls his hips slowly. Stars start to form behind my eyelids as I become completely aware of every sensation in my body, most of them new.

“I’m going to move now,” Fox says.

“Please,” I whimper .

Fox pulls out, and I claw at the snowy ground. I think he’s going to ease back in slowly, but then he thrusts hard enough I swear I feel it in my throat.

I arch off the ground, and Morgan grips my cock like a vise, my lower stomach clenching and my balls drawing up tight. I don’t have time to recover, though, because Fox moves out again, his pace quicker this time.

“You two look amazing together,” Morgan hums, her lips near my ear while she pumps my cock. I turn my head toward hers, and knowing what I want, she gives in to me, our lips meeting before she sucks my tongue into her mouth. We groan together, and Fox hurries his pace, gripping my knees and slapping my body against his until it echoes amongst the trees.

His length slides into me deeply, filling spaces I didn’t even know existed, but I surrender to it, accepting his thrusts and enjoying everything he gives me. “That’s it, little wolf. Take my cock.”

His words dig into my chest, wrapping around my heart. Fuck, I’m never going to be able to come back from this. The only thing that would be better is if my dick was buried inside Morgan at the same time.

I break away from Morgan’s lips, the image almost too much. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

Fox speeds up, his balls slapping against my skin as his pierced shaft hits my prostate again and again. “Pump him harder, Morgan—I want to see him come all over your hand.”

Morgan makes a sound of pleasure, pulsing her hand up and down my cock.

“Fox,” I cry breathlessly. “Please.”

He grunts, shifting his body forward and changing the angle, going even deeper now—which I didn’t think was possible.

“Oh, fuck. Please, I can’t hold it.”

Fox drops the hand with the tattoo that says mine from my knee and leans forward, gripping the column of my throat. He squeezes tight, blue eyes staring directly into mine as he ruts, fucking me into the snow like a feral fox as Morgan continues to stroke me. “Come,” he growls.

Fireworks explode behind my eyes as I moan wildly into the night, the sounds stifled by Fox’s grip on my throat. He comes, too, his thrusts turning choppy as his own cries of pleasure join with mine in the cold night.

When I finally feel able, I open my eyes to Fox’s sated stare, his chest heaving and arms shaking. I inhale a harsh breath, unsure of what to say or do. That was the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced, but it’s not like I should say thank you, even if that seems like something I want and need to say.

Fox exhales and releases his grip on my throat. He still stares at me as I reach up with a shaky hand and play with the strands of his beard. When he doesn’t speak, I lift my head, abs contracting as I gently kiss his chin, the masculine scent of him filling my nose. When I pull back, his eyes are soft, and a look I can’t quite place is on his face. But one thing I can’t miss is the small smile that teases at his lips.

Then he’s pulling back. “Come on,” he says quietly. “We need to get you both warm.”

“What about the tree?” I ask, turning my head to look at the closest one. It’s big and covered in lots of snow.

Morgan giggles softly, and I gaze up at her, her pink tongue darting out to clean the mess of me from her fingers. “Don’t worry; we’ll get the tree.”