Broken Dreams (Broken Promises Book 1)

by Charlotte Brice

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  H eather was on the middle landing, making her way back up to the bedroom with the water, when Arlo’s door opened. He stood in his pyjama trousers giving her a puzzled look. “Everything ok?” His voice sounded tense. Whatever had woken him had him worried.

  “Something happened with me and Seb. I think we hurt Roken.” Heather started to sob as her concern for Roken mixed with the horror of realising it was her fault. She was some kind of monster, hurting the ones she least wanted to.

  “It’s ok.” Arlo walked to the landing where Heather stood, taking the glass from her as she fell into him, sobbing against his warm chest. “Where are they?”

  “Roken’s bedroom.” How he understood her through her sobbing, she would never know, but he guided her gently up the final flight of stairs and to Roken’s room.

  Heather looked up, dreading what she would find, but Roken was sitting up in bed. He was pale and slumped back against a pile of pillows, but he was upright.

  “Roken!” She was so happy as she ran over and sat on the bedspread that covered him. Arlo offered him the glass of water, and Roken lifted his hand towards it but he couldn’t take the glass. His hands were shaking violently, so Arlo held the glass steady for him as he sipped the cool water.

  “Get Oscar,” Seb ordered, nodding at Arlo. “We need to find out what Heather is. Now.”

  “I feel so terrible for hurting you.” Heather reached out to touch Roken, but she stopped short. How would he feel after what she did to him?

  Roken smiled kindly at her, then glanced at Seb beside him. “We don’t know for sure that it was anything to do with you.”

  Heather nodded, but she didn’t agree. She had something to do with it. She could feel it. But Roken had been fine when it was just the two of them.

  Oscar looked puzzled as he entered the room, and his tight top and boxers left little to the imagination. Heather wondered why she was so easily distracted by these men, but from the look of Oscar, these men were easily distracted by her too.

  “I really didn’t mean to hurt anyone!” Heather blurted suddenly.

  “It’s not you. Not just you,” Seb said, his first words to her since sending her from the room. “I want sex more since you’ve been here, but you’re an attractive young woman, so...” He finished just by shrugging.

  “Me too.” Oscar shrugged. “And blood maybe. And that first night I thought Arlo was going to shift.”

  “I didn’t feel anything different.” Arlo shrugged off the vampire’s comment. “I felt different with Roken there though.”

  Seb frowned and stared hard at Roken. Heather knew what he was thinking. Roken was the common denominator. Sex with Heather only went south when Roken was there.

  “How do we find out for sure then?” Oscar asked innocently.

  Seb knew there was only one way to find out. Someone had to watch what happened. But there was no way he was going to sit back and watch Heather with the others.

  “I could… We could…” Arlo stopped himself and drew a deep breath. “She affects me too. I don't mind being a Guinea pig.”

  “I’ll volunteer. It takes two for whatever it is to happen,” Oscar said, then smiled at Heather. “If this is in any way acceptable to you.”

  Heather bit her lip as she thought, and Seb watched her process the idea. It was the same way Roken thought which damn near gave him a hard on right there. Then Heather looked at the four men and smiled almost wickedly. “It wouldn't be fair to choose between you. It would have to be all of you or none.”

  Seb smiled. The decision was made, and he was already hard as hell thinking about it.

  Four men at once! Heather thought. She couldn’t believe it. Firstly, that she was going to do it, and secondly, that the four guys were up for it. They each stripped before her, then folded their clothes and placed them in a pile in the corner of the room. All naked. All beautiful. All muscle. God how she wanted them. One at a time, all together, she didn’t care. They had no modesty, no guilt or awkwardness standing completely naked in each other’s company, and now she had to do the same.

  Partly because she was nervous and partly to tease them, she stripped slowly. She started unbuttoning her pyjama top, but the buttons were a mess of mismatched pairings from her haste to fetch water for Roken. Still, her fumbling now had them all semi-erect before she reached the last one, and by the time her bottoms slid down, she was looking at four rock hard cocks, each ready to take her hard, fast and repeatedly.

  She was ready for them.

  She wanted them.

  Seb walked towards her, the alpha, the first to touch her. His hand cupped her breast and her nipple stiffened as his fingers ran across it. Oh gods, she wanted him. One touch had her gasping for more.

  He kissed her, his tongue dancing with hers and she could feel his cock, erect and pulsing against her belly. But he wasn’t ready to give her what she wanted. Yet. For the moment, his goal was pleasuring her, and the alpha sank to his knees, lowering himself before her as his head nuzzled between her legs. She moaned as one set of hands ran through her hair and another parted her thighs. “Yes, yes, more.”

  Seb’s mouth slipped up between her legs, licking and sucking her nub. His tongue moved in small circles that had her moaning within moments, and his fingers slipped into her delicate folds. For a moment she felt like she was falling back as her body arched in delight, but two strong arms wrapped around her middle, and Arlo was there, holding her, supporting her as he kissed down her neck and shoulder.

  She didn’t need more. She was complete with her two strong men holding her, loving her, and her eyes drifted closed. Hands and mouths moved around her body faster than she could keep track. How many hands were touching her? How many mouths kissing? She had no idea, but her skin tingled beneath their touch, unable to anticipate their next point of contact. She opened her eyes for a moment, briefly leaving her blissful state to check on her four men. Roken knelt beside her with his hand at her left breast, fingers toying with her nipple, and Oscar played with her right. Their other hands were not idle, moving around the curve of her hips and round her rear.

  Heather was moaning loudly. Bliss. Magic. There was no word to describe how she felt. She was close to showing these men just how much she loved their tantalising affections. She could feel her orgasm building until it consumed her whole body, but she fought it. She didn’t want the moment to end. If life had a pause button, she would press it now and spend eternity in this moment. Her body shook violently as pleasure consumed her and she cried out. But her cries didn’t deter her four companions. If anything, they were spurred on, pressing harder, squeezing tighter, and she felt like she might explode.

  Finally, the moment ended. She panted for breath as her heart raced loudly in her chest, but the eight hands didn’t stop. Not even for a moment as Heather begged, “Please, one of you.” She needed one of them to take her hard and fast and now.

  “In time,” Seb said as he stood up and moved aside. “Give us all chance to play.”

  Oscar knelt in Seb’s place, then took Heather’s hands and guided her to her knees. She wanted his cock in her mouth, but it sat on her hips, so she took it in her hands and started rubbing. He moaned approvingly, and his hands returned the pleasure as his fingers started stroking her nub. Oh yes, that spot! She threw her head back to find Arlo and Seb kneeling behind her, their strong, muscular bodies supporting her. Arlo’s lips left a trail of kisses across her shoulder, and his hand took her left breast in a tight grip. He kneaded his fingers against her skin as Seb worked her nipple, circling, tweaking, even flicking it a few times, and the contrasting sensations had her bucking in their grip.

  “That’s it, beautiful girl,” Seb teased as he flicked her pursed nipple again.

  “Uh,” she grunted. It was the only sound she could make, and he smiled and kissed her throat.

  Heather reached for Roken with one arm, the wet tip of his cock at her lips as she opened for him. Her a
rm clamped around his leg to hold him—balls deep if he had any—in her throat. She sucked him and licked him, but she needed more. She was still empty and longing, but not for long. Oscar was right there, on his knees in front of her, so Heather settled herself on his lap, lifting her hips and guiding Oscar’s cock into her folds. He lifted his hips slightly to enter her, pushing his cock deep inside her. He was ready, and his moans betrayed the struggle he must have been feeling to hold back

  Oscar began to thrust gently into her as a hand touched her back passage, and a cock brushed her opening. Yes, Heather thought, leaning forward into Oscar’s chest to allow him access. She wanted it, and Arlo didn’t deny her. He was hard, hot and wet, and she wailed as he slipped in, holding her body tight as he delved deeper inside her. Then the two men started rocking in unison, and she could feel their hard members rubbing each other inside her.

  She wanted them faster, harder, deeper. But they did not oblige her, they waited.

  Roken withdrew from her mouth. She opened her eyes and glanced at him, but what she saw made her smile. Seb wasn’t going to go without. His arms were wrapped around the shifter’s body, and Heather watched them with an interest she didn’t expect. Watching Seb kiss Roken’s bruised neck excited her more than she thought possible with four naked men surrounding her. There was something about watching the two men connect with each other that lit a fire within her.

  Roken angled himself towards Seb’s hard cock and his eyes met hers. Whatever had happened in their past was all forgotten through this shared act of unity. Roken’s expression betrayed his discomfort as Seb slipped inside, but Seb thrust back and forth gently until Roken’s face softened and his body relaxed. Seb took Roken’s cock in his hand and guided it back into Heather’s mouth. She welcomed its return, sucking contently on his impressive girth as Roken was pushed deeper into her throat, and below her, Arlo and Oscar complimented the alpha’s rhythm as she moaned around Roken.

  These men consumed her. Every part of her body felt loved. She tingled with delight all over as she drew them in, deeper and deeper inside her, pulling their warmth into her body as pleasure consumed her. Her orgasm assaulted every part of her body, and she felt her men climax with her, their joint release fuelled by her own. Groaning, grunting, and moans of pleasure filled the room, each man expressing their climax their own way.

  And then it stopped.

  Heather could have kept going forever. She was enjoying herself, lost in the beautiful moment, but her orgasm passed, and she came down to the cold reality of kneeling exhausted and spent on the floor. She didn’t withdraw from Roken, but his body moved back from her and then she was able to look Oscar in the eyes.

  Hungry, blood-red eyes.

  In an instant she was filled with fear, still mounted on the man’s spent member as he eyed her hungrily. “No!” She squealed, trying to back away, but his hands grabbed her and pulled her into him. At first, she fought him, but then she realised he was moving her forward, away from Arlo. Oscar opened his mouth, his long fangs clearly visible, and hissed.

  The response from behind her was a growl.

  Arlo was a wolf. She had seen him as a wolf once before, but this time he scared her. He was just as big as before, but looking down at her, his curled lips showed her his jaw full of sharp fangs. His eyes seemed to glow a brighter red as they fixed directly on her, and a second growl warned them of his impending attack. But when he leapt forward, Oscar pushed her aside.

  Heather lay on her side, watching Oscar fight Arlo as the wolf growled and snapped at him, but it wasn't just the two of them affected. She turned to Seb, hoping he and Roken could help, but Seb's teeth were sunk deep into Roken's throat, drinking long mouthfuls of blood. Roken's eyes were closed, and his face was screwed up in pain. His hands held Seb's arms, but his body hung loose in the vampire’s grip.

  She was the only one who could help Oscar. He was on his back, his hands fighting to hold Arlo's snapping jaws away from his head, while his legs kicked at the wolf. She had to do something. Reacting on instinct alone, she stood next to the wolf. She moved like she knew what she was doing, even though she didn't have a clue, and with no fear or hesitation, Heather grabbed the wolf's muzzle and pinned his jaw closed. His reaction was to drop down onto his haunches before her, cowering in her grip. Her lips pressed against his rough wet nose and she inhaled. When she couldn't expand her lungs any more, she broke away and let the shifter drop to the floor, unconscious in his beast form.

  Heather turned on Seb, too engrossed in his feeding to react, and kissed his nose and inhaled once again. As she broke away, Seb collapsed backwards, taking Roken down with him.

  The immediate danger was past, but Oscar still sported blood-red eyes, and as her gaze fell on him, his eyes widened in fear.

  “I'm ok,” Oscar reassured, holding his hands out in front of him as he backed away, but she wasn't convinced. His eyes and still-extended fangs told a different story. She paced towards him and took his jaw gently in her cupped hand.

  “See, everything's ok.” He smiled, and she nodded back. And then she kissed him anyway. His body stiffened, and a small whimper escaped his lips. When Heather broke away, he dropped limply to the ground, and it was over, whatever it was. Finally, she felt safe, but… had she felt threatened? Maybe a little scared.

  “What the hell?” a voice questioned behind her, and she glanced over her shoulder to find Roken standing up. One hand rubbed his head, the other held his throat. Heather sighed and turned to face him. “What did you do?” Roken questioned, stepping back from her approach.

  “Are you bleeding?”

  “Uh, I'll be fine.” Roken shrugged. He moved his hand from his throat and looked down at the blood on his fingers. When he caught her stare, his pupils were wide and his eyes so dark she couldn't see the whites at all. Whatever had affected the others was affecting him too. She had no choice.

  This time she thought about what she was doing. Her hand slipped into the hair at the back of his head, holding him steady as she pressed her lips against his. Only she didn’t kiss him, she inhaled. He was helpless to break away from her, and this time, she could hear the cries.

  Roken was crying out in pain, so she broke away and let him drop to the ground. Four unconscious men lay at her feet, and now she felt great, but what on Earth had she done to them?

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  O scar opened his eyes and looked up. He couldn't move, and his head hurt. Everything hurt, and he groaned, which didn't help his head.

  “Awake?” Heather's voice called.

  Oscar couldn’t see her move in front of him, but blinking helped, and gradually his vision cleared. The pounding in his head faded a little, and he tried to move his hands, but he couldn't, so his fingers fumbled around. The chair backrest. He was sitting in a chair. No, he was tied to the chair.

  “Damn it, Heather, what happened?” To his left, Seb and Roken sat naked, each bound to a chair with their bodies slumping awkwardly in their seats. “Where’s Arlo?”

  “There, on the floor.” She pointed to his right where the large wolf slept on the floor.

  “Did you do this?” Oscar asked. He knew Roken didn’t have three chairs in his room. Heather must have hunted for other chairs on the top floor, then single-handedly dragged them into his room and bound each of them.

  “I was worried you would attack each other again.” Heather paced in front of him with a kitchen knife in her hands. “I'll let you go now you're normal again.”

  “You know I can control the vampire thing, right?” Oscar educated her. “The eyes, the teeth.”

  “None of you were right.” She cut through one coil of rope, freeing his left hand.

  “I'm sorry we scared you.” He took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

  Heather freed him, but she didn't release the others. She just put the knife back down on the bed and sat beside it. She was nervous and drained, just staring vacantly down at Arlo as his wolf form ran in his dreams.
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  “Can I get some clothes?” Oscar questioned.

  She just nodded, so he stood up slowly. His legs felt weak, and for a moment he feared they wouldn't hold him, but they did. Just.

  Arlo lifted his head and whimpered. The rope covering his snout was stopping his jaws from opening. Snout? Am I a wolf? he thought, taking in his situation. Again? A growl escaped his lips, annoyed at his own lack of control and wondering who had tied him up.

  “Morning,” Heather called. “I'll untie you when you can shift back to human.”

  He growled and rolled his eyes. He needed to be unbound to shift, so Arlo wriggled in his bonds, but he was trussed up tight, and there was no wriggling his way free.

  Heather crouched down by his head, and her hand tickled the soft area behind his ear. Arlo's ear twitched, and he wagged his tail. What a pathetic way to communicate. All his tail could say was happy or sad. And his growl could say sad far more effectively. What he couldn't say was ‘please untie me so I can shift back into my human form and check that my friends are ok’. Friends who weren't moving.

  “Oh, good! You're awake!” Oscar called out from where he dressed in the corner.

  Arlo let out a pathetic whine and gave his tail a lazy wag.

  “He can't shift tied up like that,” Oscar said, speaking for his muted friend.

  “Is he normal?” Heather asked nervously.

  “He's normal.” Oscar smiled, taking the knife from the bed, then walking back to Arlo. “Well, as normal as Arlo gets.”

  Arlo gave a soft growl.

  “See, he understands me. Normal for wolf Arlo.”

  Oscar cut the rope coils, and Arlo felt his bones crunch as he shifted from one form to another. Slowly he stood up and towered above Heather, still growling.