“The book will still be there when I’m done with you,” Seth whispered against my neck. His hands roamed down and grabbed my naked thighs with his strong hands. “You look delicious,” He said with a grin. “And now we’re finally alone.”
Seth laid me down on the bed and pulled my sweatshirt over my head, leaving me in nothing but panties. He growled with approval.
My breath hitched again as his hands explored my body, cupping my breasts, trailing down my sides and down my navel. I raised my hips so he could slide my panties off with ease, taking away the last barrier I had away from him.
Seth rubbed my inner thighs, working upwards and running a finger along my slit. “You’re already wet,” He said with a smirk. “I didn’t know I had this effect on you.”
“That time in the kitchen,” I breathed. “I’d never been touched like that before.”
“You want to be claimed by your alpha?” He growled.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
Seth pulled off his lounge pants, revealed his massive erect dick. He stroked his member, letting a bead of precum roll down the head. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
I swallowed hard. “I’ve never,” I admitted.
“Don’t worry,” Seth opened my legs, which I had tucked to myself without knowing, and began working my clit with his thumb. “It will only hurt for a minute. I can promise you that you’ll love it.”
I didn’t doubt that. His touches sent waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel my wetness soaking the sheets. “Please,” I begged. “I’m ready for it.”
Seth grinned, parting my folds with his fingers. “Oh my, you’re absolutely soaked.” He poised the head of his cock at my entrance. “We’re going to take this nice and slow.” He gently eased his member into me, taking it inch by inch, stretching me until I was full.
I winced, the brief pain was quickly taken over by pleasure as he pushed in and out. “Oh gods,” I gasped. I was full of him. He brought me closer until his hips touched mine.
“There you go,” He rumbled, leaning down to kiss me. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“It’s so good!” I gasped. “You’re so big.”
Seth chuckled and held my waist as he pumped in an out of me. “Is this really your first?”
I nodded, unable to find words.
“Wonderful,” He whispered against my cheek. “Your alpha has claimed you now.” He thrust inside me harder.
I gasped and moaned. This was unlike anything I ever thought it would be. Every stroke made me feel like I was going to go over the edge. I clung to him, helpless, as waves of pleasure shook my body. I came hard, twitching against him.
Seth didn’t stop. He bore down on me, pushing me into the bed and slamming his body against mine. His breath was coming fast now. “Luna,” He groaned. “You’re so perfect. You’re so sexy.” He growled. “Are you ready for your alpha’s cum?”
“Oh gods yes,” I cried out.
Seth squeezed me against him, letting out a moan as he filled me. His body quaked and seized in a powerful orgasm. He released me gently, laying me down on the pillows. He was panting. His eyes glittered in the dim light.
I was speechless, looking up at him and enjoying the afterglow. My body had never felt so relaxed. The softness of the bed was unbearable. I cuddled against him under the blankets. “That was,” I had no words.
Seth kissed my forehead softly. “Perfect,” He answered. He tucked his arm under my body and held me close. “Now, you should rest.”
I closed my eyes, listening to his heart beating against his chest. I had never given much thought to sex before, especially because all the men I had ever met were absolute jerks, but the pack was different. I felt safe here. I felt at home here. Maybe I really did belong with them. My thoughts warmed me as I fell asleep.
I wasn’t sure how long I had been asleep before I woke up again. Seth had moved over, facing me, and stroking my cheek softly. “What is it?” I whispered.
“Ah, didn’t mean to wake you,” He admitted. “I was just admiring your beauty.”
“I’m not beautiful,” I said. I could never take a compliment. “I’m pretty average.”
“You don’t need to be exceptional to be beautiful,” Seth mused. He kissed me softly.
There was a knock at the door. I pulled the covers over my naked body.
“Come in,” Seth said, completely unashamed of being discovered with me.
Chase appeared. “Sir,” He stopped, and his eyes flicked from the alpha to me. He blushed. “Oh, there she is,” He laughed. “My apologies.”
“That’s alright,” Seth said. “We were just getting up.” He gestured for Chase to come in and close the door behind him. “I know you’ve had your eye on her, but you know the ways.” He explained.
Was that an apology? I wasn’t sure.
Seth looked at me. “Chase is quite fond of you as well.”
My heart twinged. Out of all the pack, Chase and I seemed to have the strongest connection. There was something about his kind demeanor that made him irresistible. That, and his cute surfer-guy aesthetic.
“When I saw the sofa empty, I was afraid you’d run off again,” Chase admitted with a sheepish laugh. “I’m sorry for interrupting.” He was blushing, but he didn’t take his eyes away from me. “I didn’t expect to find you here.”
“Would you have rather she’d gone to your room?” Seth challenged.
Chase was so different when he was alone with Seth. He was timid, instead of his usual bright and sunshine self. He shook his head. “No, I understand. I was just worried. I’ll leave you to alone.” His eyes traveled down me one more time.
I didn’t rearrange the sheets to hide my cleavage. The way he was looking at me made me want him just like Seth had taken me.
Seth smirked at me. “Do you want him, too?” He asked me.
Chase stiffened, holding his breath.
I nodded.
Seth waved Chase over. “A few days ago, I told Luna about giving into her desires and being part of the pack.” He said. “She wants you. Would you like to oblige?”
Chase nodded. “Yes, sir. But I’m the newest member, what about the others?”
Seth dismissed his worries. “That does not matter, Chase. What matters is that our female here gets what she desires.” The jackal paused, considering for a moment. “You can have her, as long as I can watch.”
ELEVEN
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LUNA
The thought of Seth watching us renewed my energy. My body ached for more. I lowered the sheets. The cool air prickled over my skin and my nipples hardened. “Chase,” I breathed.
Chase’s gray sweatpants did nothing to disguise the hardness growing in his pants. He came to the side of the bed, rested on one knee, and kissed me hard.
It was like fireworks. I had been waiting so long for him to kiss me and I hadn’t known until the moment his lips touched mine. I moaned against him.
“I want to take you,” He growled. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
Without wasting a moment, Chase pulled me up and flipped me over. He placed his hand on the small of my back and the other on my head, pressing me down in position for him. He grabbed my ass, bringing it up to the right level.
I gasped, my eyes locked onto to Seth, who was watching us intently. His own member had hardened again; he was stroking the length gently.
Chase dropped his pants and pressed the head of his dick against me, sliding it up and down my dripping slit. He paused, lowering himself and tasting me, flicking his tongue around my clit. “Your smell is driving me wild, Luna.” He purred before gently pushing his tongue inside me.
I gasped violently, startled by the sparks of pleasure that came next. I quivered as he lapped up my juices. “Oh,” I gasped. “Oh…” I was unable to say anything coherent. My eyes rolled back in my head.
Chase pulled away a
nd repositioned himself. His fingers dug into my hips as his cock pushed inside me with one hard thrust. He let out a guttural moan, his member twitching within me. “Fuck!” He moaned, sliding in and out of my wetness.
I pressed my cheek against the soft blankets, closing my eyes and losing myself to the pleasure. Wetness was soaking me and dripping down onto the bed. The scent of my heat was heavy in the air.
“You’re so good,” Chase groaned. He flicked his fingers against my clit, rolling them around until they were slick and then forced them into my mouth. “Bet you’d never thought you’d be taken by a pack, did you?” He growled.
I moaned, sucking his fingers.
Chase forced himself in deep, stretching me to the limit and ramming his hardness into me.
Seth was panting, stroking himself to the same rhythm. “Fuck, you two,” He groaned. “That’s so hot.” His breath hitched and he let out a groan, spurting hot cum over his thigh.
I watched Seth’s abs tense as he came and I couldn’t help myself, releasing another spurt of wetness. I had never experienced anything so pleasurable and erotic before in my life. This was unlike anything I could have dreamed up in my deepest, darkest fantasies.
Chase groaned as I spasmed around his cock. “Fuck, oh!” His muscles seized and he pulled out, emptying his load onto my back.
We collapsed onto the bed.
Seth edged over so I could fit snugly between their bodies. Chase kissed my neck, still unable to keep his hands off me.
With my head on Seth’s chest and playing little spoon to Chase, I fell asleep almost instantly. I was safe between these two men. I had never felt more loved.
***
“With all due respect, Seth, she can’t stay in our apartment forever,” Maddox hissed.
Seth stirred his coffee lazily. “I know that, but I think it would benefit everyone if we kept her close.”
“You’re thinking with your dick,” Maddox rumbled.
“No, you’re just not thinking with your heart,” Seth countered. He was remarkably calm for an alpha who was being challenged like that. “Maddox, you know I value your input. I’m doing what I think is best for everyone right now. Why don’t you get to know the girl and maybe you’ll change your mind?”
Maddox scoffed.
I pretended not to listen to their hushed argument. Jasper and Chase had made another fantastic batch of pancakes. I focused on the taste of sweet maple syrup in my mouth instead of the nasty words being exchanged in the kitchen.
Chase caught my eye and gave me a tight-lipped smile. Being near him helped me reassure myself that everything was going to be fine.
“We can’t forget why we’re here,” Maddox said. “It’s our job to help other kids find their way, just like we did. We’re supposed to be out there looking for them, not stuck in here babysitting.”
The was a stretch of silence. “We’re helping Luna find her way,” Seth said. The tone of his voice let the room know that the argument was over.
Maddox growled and stomped out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
Awkward silence hung in the air for a moment.
Seth shook his head and took a sip of coffee. “Don’t worry about him,” He said.
I gripped the cup of tea in my hands tighter. “I didn’t want this to happen. I didn’t want to come between the pack.”
The three shifters exchanged glances.
“Luna,” Chase said softly. “You won’t. This pack has been through hell and back. Maddox is just well … Maddox. We know what he’s like. He’ll come around.”
“He’s right though, I can’t stay here. I need to focus on my classes and therapy,” I said.
“Be as that may, you’re welcome here any time,” Seth said. “I mean it. You have my blessing.” He chuckled and winked at Chase. “Just when you come knocking, try to be discrete.”
“Did I miss something?” Jasper asked.
“Nah, pretty sure you got the first taste.” Chase rolled his eyes playfully.
“I did? Oh. Oh!” Jasper’s face blanched when he finally caught on. He slumped his shoulders slightly. “Sorry, Seth.”
“Forgiven,” Seth dismissed. “Actually, it’s about time we get some females in the pack.”
“She’s not in the pack until Maddox agrees,” Jasper chimed in. His eyes met mine. “I’m sure he’ll come around.”
I took a sip of tea before replying. “Thanks, guys. Really.” I smiled. “Thanks for everything. I promise I won’t fuck up again.”
“Next time you’re feeling a panic attack coming on, you know where we are, ok?” Chase said. He reached over and held my hand. A spark of energy flowed through us that made my heart flutter.
This glowing feeling of acceptance was cutting through the fog of doubt. Maybe I did belong here after all.
TWELVE
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LUNA
I decided that if the mean girls wanted to fuck with me, then I’d deal with it. No more running. No more crying. No more of this high-school-mentality bullshit. We were adults and I was going to act like one.
I walked into the dining room with my head held high. My uniform was neat, and my hair was perfect. Hell, I even added a little bit of mascara (the only make up I owned).
Not bothering to hide my newfound confidence, I glided past the other students, picked at seat, and filled my plate. For lunch there was assorted sandwiches and soup. I made eye contact with no one as I ate, but not in a timid way. I was poised and confident. The mean girls were speechless, which made it all the more sweeter.
The day went smoothly. My therapist was alright, I guess. She was growing on me anyways. Some lady named Ms. Lowe. She just asked a lot of introspective questions and listened. She also seemed disappointed that I hadn’t had a “break though moment”, as she called them.
Personally, I’d call my delicious experience with Seth and Chase a moment, but something told me that wasn’t what she meant.
Ms. Lowe wanted me to unpack my past traumas and she was going to end up disappointed. I had shoved that shit so far back even I had a hard time remembering. The way I saw it was the past was in the past and in order to survive I had to look forward.
I couldn’t wait to return to the art therapy room. I opened the door and the lights flicked on, awakening the strange enchanted orb from its box.
“Oh? You came back?” Its voice drifted in all directions.
“Of course, I did,” I replied, not feeling at all strange about talking to an enchanted orb.
I settled down with a pad of paper and a few sticks of charcoal. I figured I’d try a new medium today, as my experience with art was limited, there was nothing to lose. I propped up the pad of paper and started drawing mindlessly. Lines slowly became more concrete and before I realized it, I was drawing from memory.
“A house?” The orb bobbed up and down at my shoulder.
I paused. It was barely a house. It was the house I had run away from when I was sixteen, a small shabby place with cramped bedrooms and a serious mold problem. The woman had ten foster kids and squandered all the money we brought in, leaving us with barely enough to survive.
I tore the page off and started again.
“Do you want to talk about it?” The orb asked.
“No,” I said flatly.
The orb made a sighing sound. “Fair enough,” It said. “I won’t push you. But, at least consider it. You need to let go of your past in order to live in the present.”
“I’m surviving,” I said.
“Surviving is not thriving. Do you really want to spend your life just scraping by and living in fear?” The orb flickered.
The piece of charcoal snapped in my hand. I adjusted my posture and kept drawing, ignoring the orb and the feelings that were rushing through my body. I didn’t want to deal with this right now. I just wanted to forget.
***
The next afternoon, the orb was a little less invasive. It floated
around quietly while I worked on some sketches and didn’t even make a peep every time I tore a page out of the sketch pad.
I wanted to draw, I just didn’t know what. Every line seemed wrong some home. I growled under my breath and crumpled up my latest failure, tossing it into the overflowing recycling bin.
Stopping for a moment to stretch seemed like a good idea. I raised my hands over my head and twisted from side to side. Then I stood and shook the tension out of my legs.
“Perhaps another medium might spark some inspiration?” The orb was settling down into its box, letting me know time was almost up.
“Can I stay?” I asked.
“Of course,” The orb twinkled. “Just call out if you need me.” The box snapped shut.
I shook my head at the bizarreness of my “teacher” and decided to take the orb’s advice. I roamed over to the storage cabinets and dug through the art supplies. A lot of the materials had gone dry, damaged, or cracked. After some digging, I found some canvas boards and a selection of old acrylic paint that was still sealed.
I set out the small variety of paints and canvas boards on a table. I needed an easel now. I was too short to lean over the table without getting paint all over my uniform. I shrugged off my blazer and threw it and my tie over a chair. Them, I rolled up my sleeves and went to find an easel.
The wooden easels were stacked haphazardly against the wall. They were dusty and covered in splotches of dry paint. I found one that looked slightly sturdier than the rest near the back. I grabbed a hold of it, finding the wooden legs tangled amongst the others. “Damn it!” I grunted, pulling harder.
The precarious stack of art easels came crashing down, taking me with them and bringing up a cloud of colorful chalk dust.
Someone pushed the door open a split second later. “You ok? Hello!” It was Maddox, I could see him through the settling rainbow dust.
I coughed. “Over here!” I struggled, tangled in the mess. Grunting, I pushed them off me and slid out.
Maddox pushed through the pile and helped me to my feet. “Wow, I thought I heard someone trying to break in here. No one uses this art room anymore.”
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