The table was set for nine people. Five adults, three children at the table, and one child in a high chair. Anya had put out her good china and had spent a little extra on quality steaks that she cooked on the grill that was part of the professional quality stove top in her new kitchen. Her daughter had put the wine and water glasses on the table, and had helped her fold the napkins to put in the thin, silver napkin rings that had been a gift at some time or another. The house smelled delicious, she'd baked an apple pie for dessert. Sam had asked the most questions about the guests that she was expecting, and she had done her best to be as honest as she possibly could be with the seven year old. There were some things that he would never understand.
Her two oldest were now sitting on the couch in the living room. She had changed after setting the steaks out to rest in a light gray dress she had gotten online months ago. It was called 'get this soirée started' and she thought it was perfect for this particular occasion. It had spaghetti straps and hung loose from the low cut top to the laced bottom hem, to the matching colored tulle underneath, which ended about six inches above her knees. She wasn't wearing a bra, or panties, which she knew was a risk, but she hadn't been able to put a pair on, the dress felt incredibly sexy this way, and her pussy was more than happy to be free from any confines. The silver high heels she wore wouldn't make her feel tall next to the massive men who would soon be at her door, but they made her feel extremely sexy.
Oscar was on the floor near the fireplace. It was cold enough that she'd set a fire in the hearth in both the living room and family room. Dina was corralled in the back left corner of the living room in a baby fence. Anya kept checking on the children, then going into the kitchen to check on the food that she had worked on all afternoon, her nervous energy not allowing her to sit and calm her breathing. When she heard the doorbell ring, her whole body sizzled and shook and she wrung her hands together in front of her as she walked across the hardwood floor of the entry and put a hand around the front door knob and turned it slowly, pulling the heavy, solid door open, a look of hope in her green eyes. She saw worn black boots first, worn under new looking blue jeans, a clean, tucked in red, gray, and white flannel shirt, the whole of the body muscled and sexy as the man turned around to see who entered the door that he'd been brought to.
Anya's eyes met large gray ones and her pussy practically screamed and ran to him, dear God, Sergei was in her doorway. He looked at her, the shock in his eyes apparent as he ran a hand through his constantly messy dusky head of hair. He seemed frozen as she fought the need in her body to run to him, to throw herself into his arms and let him fuck her right then and there, audience be damned.
"Anya?" It wasn't Sergei who said it, it was Yegor, and he took a step forward, but stopped when Yakov put a hand on his arm. Grigory stood at Yakov's side and he looked decidedly uncomfortable. She figured they were talking to each other through their growls and noises again and waited for them to come to some decision.
"Unblock me, Grigory, now." Sergei finally rumbled out the words as he turned to his pack brother.
"Fuck, finally." Grigory sighed, and Anya widened her eyes, she could see an instant calm come over the man as he allowed Sergei and the other two to see the encounter he'd had with her in town earlier that day.
"You want us, myshka?" Sergei's voice made her knees go weak and she looked at him with tears in her eyes.
"I do, but-," Anya put up a hand to hold him off when he moved towards her, "wait. I need to make sure that you want me."
"Of course we want you, I've already claimed you." Sergei frowned, walking towards her and putting his hands on each of her shoulders.
"It's not that simple anymore, Sergei." Anya felt him breathe her in and it made her giddy. He was looking at her with eyes that sparkled with passion that he was desperate to release.
"It was that simple when you and Grigory fucked in a basement today." He growled against her and Anya closed her eyes and dipped her head for a minute to breathe in his woodsy scent.
"I want you to meet my children." She looked back up at him and then at the other three wolves.
"Of course." Yakov stepped forward and put a large hand on the side of her face.
"Then come inside, dinner is ready." Anya stepped back, and clutched Sergei's hand tightly in hers as she turned to lead them into the living room.
"Mama, are those the men you talked to us about?" Penny asked from the doorway as Yakov closed the door behind him.
"Yes, Penelope. These are the men. Sergei, Yakov, Yegor, and Grigory, this is my five year old daughter, Penelope."
"You can call me Penny, everyone else does." Penny bounced into the hall, she was wearing her newest dress, she'd wanted to look fancy, like her mommy, for dinner.
"It is a pleasure to meet you Penny." Sergei knelt on one knee and put his hands on the girl's shoulders. He had a warm smile on his face and it made the butterflies in Anya's stomach start to dance.
She felt Yakov come up close behind her and put a solid hand on her shoulder. His mouth was close to her ear as he whispered to her, "Not wearing panties tonight was a terrible idea, myshka."
She shivered and her eyes widened as she looked down at Sergei, he sent her an irritated look as he asked her daughter about her dress and how she liked her new home. Anya figured she might need to run upstairs and rectify the situation, but then she saw Sam come to the doorway. He didn't have his stick with him, he'd been trying hard to memorize the house. She took his hand in hers and walked him over to the men.
"This is my seven year old son, Samuel. He's blind. He'll probably like to touch your faces at some point tonight." She explained and watched as Grigory moved over to him, kneeling like Sergei was kneeling beside Penny and took the boy's hand in his.
"Sam, my name is Grigory, and my brothers Yegor, Yakov, and Sergei are here with me tonight." Grigory lifted the boy's hand to his face and watched the child smile.
"You have an accent." He giggled and Grigory grinned wide.
"We do. A long time ago, we lived in Russia."
"Are they your real brothers?" Sam asked, running his fingertips over Grigory's forehead.
"In a sense, yes, we're family, but not all of us are blood related."
"Mama said that she wants us to be a part of your family. Is that what you want?" Sam asked and Anya bit her lip.
"Yes, we do."
"Then you better like her cooking, because she hates it when we say we don't like what she makes us." Sam said, his head shaking in seriousness and a rumble of laughter went through the room.
"Let me go get Oscar and Dina." Anya said gently and walked out of the entry and fetched Dina from her little baby prison, as Sam called it, and got Oscar up and walked with the two of them back to where the four men were standing with her two other children.
She introduced them to her two youngest children that were in the house and then they made their way into the dining room. Grigory and Yegor were helping get Dina in her chair and the other three settled as Anya went into the kitchen with Sergei and Yakov to start bringing in the food. As soon as Anya was in the kitchen and out of sight from her children, Sergei was on her, yanking her dress up and plunging two fingers from one hand into her wet pussy as he tore at the button and zipper of his jeans, yanking them low enough to free his cock.
Anya barely had time to breathe before he had her up half sitting on the counter, his huge cock slamming high into her pussy, stretching the walls and pumping, grinding, making her whimper as his mouth covered hers, his tongue pushing in so heavy, gagging the back of her throat as he crashed his hips against her her soft skin. Yakov was close now, as well, and Anya felt Sergei growl low in his throat as he continued fucking her furiously. His hands went to her ass and he thrust deep and held for a moment as he pulled her back from the counter and Yakov moved to where she had been. She shook as she felt another hard cock slide across her ass. Her eyes widened and she would have cried out, but Yakov's hand covered her mouth tightly as he pushed the tip of his cock forcefully up into her asshole.
Anya thanked God that she'd smeared herself with the slick goo when she'd gone upstairs to dress, it helped him impale himself onto her hard and deep, his hips bucked forward until she'd eaten the whole, thick length. Sergei began to thrust again and Anya whimpered, her breath catching as she was fucked in a flurry of rapid strokes by the two men who groaned quietly, not wanting to alert anyone of what they were doing.
Sergei came first, and Anya's pussy happily gobbled it up, and then Yakov bit down hard on her shoulder and his load of cum soared high into her ass. When they both slipped from her body, Anya leaned into Sergei for several moments before she was breathing deeply enough to look up at him and smile.
"I have missed you so much." She breathed happily and watched a lazy, still aroused smile light upon the severe wolf's face.
"Show us what to bring into the dining room, myshka, and then go to the bathroom to clean yourself. Don't lock the door." Yakov told her and she quickly did as he asked.
She walked quickly over to the powder room that was near the back playroom and had just closed the door when it was pulled open and shut firmly behind the man who had entered behind her. Anya tried to turn around, but only caught a glimpse of Yegor before he he forced her to bend over the sink and he flipped her dress up and his hands were spreading her ass cheeks.
"Jesus Anya, your scent is so heavy." He growled and she felt his cock shove in straight to her cervix and hold for a moment.
"Yegor, oh my God." Anya panted, her palms on the granite countertop of the sink.
"Hold still, Anya, I've got to do this fast, I can't-." He stopped talking and started bucking hard, ramming his cock to the end of her over and over until she'd milked every last bit of the cum he would give her.
"Now clean yourself up. Don't bother going to get any underwear though, myshka, it's too late." Yegor turned her around and gave her a wet, hard kiss on the mouth before he left the room.
Anya sat down on the toilet and put her hands on either side of her face, a little dizzy from the flurry of fucks that she had just been given. Jesus, she'd never go commando again if it upset them this much. Using the toilet, she wiped, then washed her hands and found a clean washcloth on the shelf under the sink and getting it wet with hot water, she wiped her pussy and ass as best she could.
Dinner had turned out to be delicious and the wolves and Anya all ate with a relish. It had helped that they'd worked up an appetite before they'd sat at the table, she supposed. The conversation had been good, the pack asked her children questions that allowed them to get to know the quiet, good natured kids and her children were asking questions of the pack that were important to them, and were getting honest answers. Anya had been the quietest participant. She'd sat to the right of Sergei, who she'd placed at the end of the table nearest the back window, Yakov opposite him at the other end. Sergei had moved her left leg into his crotch early in the meal and she was constantly in a state of arousal as he ran his fingers over her bare ankle and lower leg. He'd taken off her heels, of course.
She knew that it was affecting him by the way his gray eyes grew stormy, and the other wolves, as well, every time her pussy would clench, they would shift uncomfortably in their chairs. Yakov, especially, seemed to be growing frustrated with his toying alpha. Nothing was said, though, and Anya finally was able to lower her leg after the meal was finished and she slipped her heels back on so that she could go and fetch the apple pie from the kitchen.
"Sam said there was ice cream?" Grigory had followed her into the room and she looked over at him and smiled.
"Yes, in there." She pointed to the freezer and watched as Grigory opened it and found the carton of French vanilla while she sliced the apple pie and held it in one hand and the pie spatula in the other as she walked past him.
