Chapter Seven
The three shifters raced the three blocks to the club. Ethan's mind spun in chaos the entire time. He knew little about Secret Desire, only that it was a club for humans and paranormal creatures. Hopefully, Cassandra was safely inside.
When they reached the club, they ignored the line stretching around the block and made a beeline for the front door. He flashed his badge and the bouncers let them in. Normally, he wasn’t one to abuse his power, but if Cassandra was in trouble...
Inside, he grabbed a waitress’s arm.
“Where’s Room Two?” he shouted over the pounding noise.
She shot him a dirty glance and pointed in one direction.
He ignored the drunk partygoers, moving aside a woman who plastered herself against him with a tiny growl. We need to reach her. Now.
A little old witch, however, refused to leave their path. “You can’t go back there unless you buy a drink first,” she insisted, shoving a tray of shots toward them.
Growling, he crowded her space, trying to force himself through without hurting the tiny woman. “We’re on duty.”
She rolled her eyes. “Right. You can buy it or get out, puppy, but either way, I’m not backing down.”
“Just pay her!” Ben shouted.
Samuel handed her some bills, and the three of them frowned when they picked up the pale green shots.
“To Cassandra!” Ben said, raising his glass.
They all did the same, then slammed the drinks, before setting the empty glasses back on the tray.
The shot left a crisp, clean, salty taste on his tongue like a drink he’d begrudgingly tasted while waiting to pick his sister up from a spa. But then when it hit his stomach, it started to bubble and pop in a way that left him completely unsettled.
“Anyone else feel—“ Samuel began, then pressed his fist against his mouth.
“Like someone’s farting in your stomach?” Ben asked.
The witch grinned. “Be nice to her, wolves, she needs good men. Not just good dicks.”
Ethan frowned. “How do you—?”
But then he was distracted by the strange sensations in his body. The warm beverage settled in his belly, the odd taste of salt lingered on his lips, and then the warmth moved downward.
His cock rose painfully, hardening and hardening until his jeans felt as if they might rip. The hair stood up on his arms and shoulders, and he could feel his wolf rise almost to the surface.
“What the hell was that?” he shouted over the music, his voice holding a growl he couldn’t control.
Her grin widened. “To make sure you can take her over and over again.”
“Wh—“ he began, but she slipped away into the crowd.
“Your dicks are hard as fuck? Right?” Ben asked, adjusting the front of his pants.
Samuel nodded, looking embarrassed.
“Okay good, just checking.”
Ethan looked down and cursed. Like we fucking needed to have less control.
They kept walking, but this time his brothers walked shoulder-to-shoulder, and a path opened up in front of them as the other customers moved out of their way.
“So the plan is to go in there with raging boners?” Ben shouted.
“Got a better idea?” Ethan asked, gritting his teeth.
Ben and Samuel remained silent beside him. So, I guess we better hope we aren’t about to seriously embarrass ourselves.
His wolf urged him forward, to the dark hallway the waitress had indicated. His keen sense of smell helped him track her faint scent down the hallway to the room second from the end. Other noises came to him. Noises of pleasure, and maybe of pain.
What the hell is this place?
When they reached Room Two, it was locked, so Ethan pushed a button on the side like a doorbell.
Cassandra’s voice came to him through a speaker on the wall, “Boys?”
“Yeah,” his voice was husky, filled with excitement.
I’m going to kill her if this is a joke.
The door slid open to reveal a dimly lit room where all the surfaces were covered in plush scarlet-and-gold pillows. A massive four-poster bed filled the center of the room. Empty.
“Cassandra?”
He saw a motion out of the corner of his eye, and turned to see her reclined in a chair in the corner, watching him. God, he wanted her, and from the look in her eyes, she wanted them just as much.
She rose slowly, the hard points of her nipples clearly visible.
The smell of her arousal perfumed the air, even from this distance and he inhaled deeply.
“You—called?”
A sensual smile curved her lips, and then she sauntered slowly toward them. His gaze pinned her, transfixed by her every movement, by the way her jeans hugged her every curve.
When she stopped in front of him, his pulse filled his ears. His cock twitched, straining uncomfortably against his zipper. He wanted to adjust himself, but his hands stayed frozen at his sides.
Her gaze left his eyes and traveled down to the clear evidence of his arousal. “I’m guessing you read my texts and decided you liked what you saw?”
He swallowed, trying to keep his wolf at bay. “Do you blame me...?” His words were almost a groan.
Then, she turned to Ben and Samuel, her gaze sliding over their hard dicks. “I’m guessing the three of you really liked what you read?”
His pack brothers nodded, jaws slack.
Her smile widened as she reached out, lacing one finger into the band of Ethan’s jeans, and the other finger in Ben’s jeans, pulling him closer. “So...” her voice trailed off suggestively.
Has the room gotten hotter? “Is this a joke, Cassandra? Are you drunk?”
She leaned closer, pressing her body against Ethan’s in a way that had his head spinning. Her soft, incredible lips brushed his throat. “I’ve only had one drink.”
“You sure?” Samuel asked, his voice low and intense.
She grinned. “Absolutely.”
Ethan swallowed. I can’t believe this is happening. He was almost afraid to touch her, afraid to break the spell, to make her remember that he was the jerk she worked with. “Good.”
“You sure?” She trailed her lips up, and nibbled softly at his earlobe, “Because if I was drunk, you could explain this away. But I’m sober, so this means something. Does that scare you?”
“Shit, no,” he murmured, sinking his fingers into the flesh of his thighs and feeling his nails sharpen.
“Good,” she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. “Because listen up, boys. Tonight I plan to do things to the three of you...things that are finally going to take this ache away. The ache I get every time I look at you.”
A fine tremor went through his body and he could feel the hairs on every inch of his skin rise. My wolf is awake. He wasn’t sure he could hold it back now, even if he wanted to. She’s the one for me. I’ve known it from the beginning, but does she know it?
Then, she released his jeans. Her hands reached out, tracing Ben’s and Samuel’s cocks through their jeans. Samuel moved closer to her, and she stroked him harder.
They’re about to completely lose their shit.
He struggled to speak through his arousal. “You know how wolves work?”
“Work?” she asked, sounding breathless. “I imagine not much different than a human man.”
God, she’s hot. But she needs to know. And we need to be sure before we let her destroy us.
“I—mean, we care about you. This will be more than sex for us.”
Her lips curled into a sexy smile. “Good.” One of her hands moved to the hem of his shirt.
Tell her. Now!
He caught her wrists. “I mean...once we take you, once we cum inside of you...you’re ours. Forever.”
The air changed. He sensed the tension in his pack brothers. This tiny human woman had the power to destroy them now, She knew what she meant to them. They could never take the admission back.
/> No matter if she changed her mind now.
“Forever.” She leaned in closer, the tips of her breasts brushing against the hands that held her. “I thought that only happened with your mates.”
He held her gaze. “Exactly.”
You’re ours. But we can’t have you tonight and then ever see you with another male. We know it. Our wolves know it.
She arched a brow. “You sure?”
“Our wolves are never wrong.”
He held his breath, watching her as she nibbled her lip in a way that had his blood racing.
“Okay then. Let's do this."
A shudder ran through his body, and he dropped his grip on her wrists. His wolf clawed beneath his skin, desperate to take her. Show some control, damn it. Don’t scare her.
“Lift your arms,” she whispered.
He obeyed, his gaze seeking hers. She stripped the shirt from him and let it drop to the floor. Her breath caught as she stepped back, her gaze running slowly over him, then their eyes met. “You’re without a doubt the hottest man I’ve ever seen.”
Then, her mouth twisted into a little smile. “Now, you two.”
Ben and Samuel struggled out of their shirts and stood before her. All three of them were holding their breath, waiting to see what she would do.
Her gaze racked over them. “I stand corrected. The three of you together are a work of art. Now, where to start...”
She moved to Samuel. He held himself stiffly. Slowly, she reached out and ran her hands down his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles. When she eased onto her knees, she leaned up, her mouth inches from his straining cock. Her tongue shot out, licking the tip through his pants.
“Fuck,” Samuel muttered.
She laughed, a husky delicious laugh. Moving away from him, she stopped in front of Ben and raised a brow.
He fumbled with the zipper of his pants, pulled his jeans off, and stood before her in nothing but his boxers.
“Nice,” she whispered, and she moved closer. Wrapping her hands around Ben's cock, she stood up onto her tiptoes and kissed him.
He remained still for a blink of an eye before his hands dug into the back of her hair, and he pulled her closer. His mouth met hers over and over again, their tongues battling for control, as her hand pumped him harder and harder.
Then, suddenly, she sprung back from him.
Ben growled, the yellow bleeding into his eyes.
“Not—yet,” she panted.
When she moved back to Ethan, Ben reached for her. Ethan grabbed her arm, pulling her away from the aroused wolf. The two shifters glared at each for one long second.
Ben took a deep breath and the yellow in his eyes paled as he gained control once more.
Cassandra drew Ethan's attention back to her as her hands touched his chest, sliding down, covering every inch of his skin.
He gasped. Her soft fingers were...intoxicating. Magical. Awakening every nerve in his body.
She explored the muscles on his shoulders, arms, chest, and stomach and he clenched his fists. He was sure he was drawing blood. His canines lengthened. If only she knew what she was doing...
She obviously didn’t as she continued to torture him, touching every inch of him. Slowly. Drawing out his desire. Building his need. When she finally reached for the button on his jeans, every nerve was screaming for her.
She’s finally going to be ours.
She flicked his button open and then drew down his zipper. “Wow...” she whispered, just before she trailed her fingertips along the length of his cock.
His sack tightened, and he took a step away from her, gasping for breath. Does she know how close I was to coming right there?
Her heated gaze told him she did. “Follow me, boys.” She turned and strode to the bed. As she moved, she pulled her shirt off. Then undid her jeans and dropped them too.
They didn’t wait, but followed her, their wolves single-minded now, sniffing the air as they shed the remained of their clothes.
She paused at the edge of the bed and turned, wearing nothing but a black lacy bra and underwear. Both were see-through.
He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. She’s the sexiest woman that’s ever lived.
Her gaze held his. “Show me what it means to be your mate.”
A shudder ran through his body as his control snapped. Damn right I will.
Chapter Eight
Cassandra was so hot she was burning, aching to be touched. She could sense the power just beneath the three men’s skin. Their wolves. The wolf power was fierce, primal, calling to something within her that had only just awakened.
Ethan closed the space between them, his lips crushing hers. His mouth was hard and demanding as it claimed hers.
God, did she want him. She parted her lips and moaned as his strong tongue swept into her mouth.
She sensed Ben move behind her. His mouth trailed hot kisses along her shoulders and back, making the hairs on her body stand on end.
She caressed Ethan with her tongue, and his grip on her waist shifted, his hands moving to curl around her ass. He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
She cried out as he pulled her hard against his straining manhood.
Yes, oh God!
The feel of him pressed against her made her wild. She rubbed against him with abandon, loving his growl as she worked him. Between his thin boxers and her almost nonexistent underwear, the friction was incredible. She was wet, so ready for him that it was painful.
Ben moved closer behind her, and suddenly she could feel his erection against her ass. An image formed in her mind of the two big shifters inside her. Her inner muscles grew more and more tense.
For a second, she jerked her mouth free of Ethan’s, trying to catch her breath. Samuel had moved the large chair to the edge of the bed. His boxers were gone, and his big legs were spread wide. His hand curled around his massive cock, stroking slowly. When his gaze met hers, his gaze darkened and his pumping grew faster.
Ethan grabbed her face, pulling her back into a kiss. Again, she was swept under his spell.
As she rubbed her womanhood against him, his grip grew harder. She wrapped her legs around his back more tightly and he matched her need, his hands squeezing her ass with more and more urgency. His kiss grew more desperate, and then his lips moved to trail down her throat and suck on her neck.
She arched against him, crying out.
Her body needed him. Her womanhood was slick with desire, swollen, aching to take him inside of her.
Behind her, Ben slid her underwear to one side, and she felt his naked cock rubbing along the line of her ass. Her fingers dug into Ethan’s shoulders. She held herself stiffly. He used his hands to part her ass further, but rather than plunge right in, he moved his hard cock in the juices of her pussy, stirring her desire into a frenzy. Each time he pulled back to rub his length along her ass, she felt her head swim.
When Ethan reached into her panties, and began to stroke her clit, she swore and bounced between the two men. Were they trying to drive her crazy? They were big, horny shifters—how much longer could this go on?
Ethan broke his mouth from her neck and growled. “Oh fucking hell!”
A second later, he released her, but Ben still held her from behind. He slid them back onto the bed, her lying on top of him. His cock lying hard against her ass.
Ethan stood over her, looking at her body as he drew his boxers off.
Wantonly, she arched her back, spreading her legs for him.
His irises no longer held a trace of blue. Brilliant yellow glowed and his canines flashed.
His wolf has taken control...
His gaze held hers as he moved onto bed and leaned over her.
When his hand hovered above her pussy, he uncurled one finger and stroked her, pressing her lace panties along her opening.
Her breath hitched.
His growl was low in his throat as he continued to stroke, his pressure increasing.
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br /> The muscles of her belly tensed. Her hands curled into the soft bedding and she tossed her head, shocked by her own reaction to him.
“I—need,” she panted.
“Our cocks in you?” he asked, his voice almost animalistic.
His canines flashed as he tore her panties from her body, rending them in half with his claws.
She gasped as the cool air hit her heated flesh.
But to her shock, he didn’t pull his cock free. Instead, he reached down and took Ben’s cock, pressing it into her from behind. Ben lifted her up slightly, then lowered her slowly onto his tip.
She gasped as his dick sunk inch by inch further into her ass. When she reached Ben’s hilt, Ethan released her.
For a second she felt uncertain. The shifter was massive. Filling her in a way that was almost uncomfortable. She wasn’t sure if she should move to ease the tightness within her, or if she needed to remain still until she grew accustom to his size.
Ethan took the decision from her before she could.
In a flash he was on her, parting her lower lips, his mouth pressed against her womanhood. He began to lick her, slowly, thoroughly, as if he had all the time in the world. He devoured every inch of her, tasting, testing, a continuous rumble in his throat. With each stroke of his tongue, the cock in her ass felt less uncomfortable... and more right.
Her head felt light as her nerves crackled. She thrust herself against his mouth, shocked as Ben’s shaft slid inside of her, sending need burning within her.
Crying out, she twisted her hands into the sheets, her legs tensing. The shifters didn’t stop and she moaned as they continued their incredible exploration of her body.
She tossed her head back and caught Samuel's eyes. When she saw the way he fisted his cock, it aroused her even more and she cried out. One of her hands moved to Ethan’s head and tangled in his hair, pressing his face harder against him. The air crackled between Samuel and her. She thrust against Ben’s cock and road Ethan’s face, watching in pleasure as Samuel stroked himself faster.
Then Ethan lifted his mouth from her.
“Damn it!” slipped from her lips.
“Don’t worry.” Ethan gave one last lick of her clit, drawing a small scream of frustration from her lips before he drew back. “I’m not stopping.” He moved closer, grabbing his cock.
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