Carolina Werewolves 3-Pack

by Layla Cole

  "No," I growl, "not yet." Instead, I push him down to his knees in front of me and place his hands on my hips. "Keep them there," I say.

  Drew looks down at his cock ruefully, but he doesn't fight me. Good. He licks his lips--oh man, those lips--before meeting my eyes. "I hope you're easy to please," he says with a catch in his voice. He's nervous, I remind myself.

  "Extremely, as long as you don't wait too long," I say, and wind my fingers in his hair to bring him closer. "You said anything," I remind him, and he takes a deep breath before lowering his head to my aching dick. The heat of his breath on me is sheer torture, but the tentative way he leans forward and takes the head of my cock in his mouth feels so damn good it drives me crazy.

  "Oh, fuck. That's it." I try to encourage him as he takes my cock in deeper, but then he goes to work with his tongue and all that comes out are a string of curses and a groan that could have come from someone else. Dear lord, he's flicking the spot under the head with his tongue--I can't--

  Control, I remind myself. That's what I need right now, so I grab his head and hold him still. He's still doing crazy good things with that clever mouth, but now I get to set the pace.

  "Hold still and take it," I tell him and I swear he smiles, at least as much as it's possible to smile with a cock in your mouth. His lips are made for this. Damn, they look so hot with my dick nestled between them. Close to losing it, I thrust deeper into his mouth and he just opens up for me. "You're a fucking natural," I groan as I slide down his throat. Some guys might freak out the first time they try to deep throat someone, but Drew just moans around my cock, sending vibrations all through the shaft. It's almost game over for me at this point, and something about the idea of Drew swallowing my come just drives me wild, so I fuck his mouth harder. He looks up at me and smiles like he loves it and wants even more…

  Oh fuck. As I explode into Drew's mouth and he swallows it all down, I realize that this moment, right here, is my dream come to life. That face--the way I fucked his mouth, it's real. I groan and slide my dick from his mouth reluctantly, feeling more at peace now that the rough edge of my hunger for him has been sated. That and the fact that I've seen this before--that has to count for something, doesn't it?

  Still, I'm far from done. Drew needs to know he's mine. I need to mark him all the down to his soul so he doesn't run again. I shake my head and look at Drew as he leans back against the wall and smiles at me.

  "I thought that was only satisfying if you were on the receiving end." His voice is husky, like his throat's raw. Can't tell if it's from me or if he just feels that turned on, but I have to wonder if I was a little too rough. I don't plan on stopping unless he tells me too, though, and right now he practically glows with satisfaction. And lust, no doubt, since his cock still strains against his jeans.

  I offer him my hand and pull him up to his full height so I can kiss him again. The taste of myself on him is unexpectedly sexy, and I can feel my semi-hard prick stiffening again between us. That's one of the benefits of being a werewolf that comes in handy now and then…like right about now.

  Drew grins as I tug at his shirt. "Impatient much?" He pulls it over his head and my mouth waters. Good grief. He's always been lean, but now he's sinewy, the muscles in his chest and abs showing more definition than I've ever seen on him. And that trail of hair that disappears into his jeans…so fucking tempting. I want to ask him if he's been working out, but then I remember he's been on the run. I'll ask him later, when it won't kill the mood.

  "Lean over the bed," I tell him. I want him like that while I stretch him out a little. He huffs at me, but leans over like I asked when I push down on his shoulders. Though I need to see him naked, his jeans are still in the way. Wrapping one arm around his waist, I use the other to work at his zipper, then slide his jeans off. That ass…damn. I whistle when he's finally bare in front of me, enjoying the view. I need more, though, so I reach around and caress his cock.

  God, he's so hard it's like granite and the tip is already slick with pre-come. What a turn on. He bucks against me as I caress him, groaning softly. If I weren't so eager to fuck him, I'd get him off right now, but I want us to come together, so I pull away. Feeling suddenly affectionate, I lay a kiss on his bare back, then leave him naked and trembling while I rummage through a dresser drawer to get some lube. I haven't needed it in a long time, but it's here…somewhere.

  From the corner of my eye, I take a peek at Drew as he leans over the bed, his erect dick jutting proudly away from his body. He's watching me, his eyes all glazed with lust. I want to fuck him badly but my ass feels empty all of a sudden. How long has it been since I let someone fuck me? A couple years, maybe? Someday, I want him to take me the way I'm about to take him. I'm in control, for now, but I don't want it like this all the time.

  When I get back, I need to touch him. "You're too sexy for your own good," I murmur into his ear as I run my hand down his back. "You ready for this? I'm gonna take it slow but it might feel strange at first. Might hurt a little, even."

  "Jesus, man, look at me. How much more ready can I get?" I laugh softly. Yeah, he looks like he's about to burst, but he doesn't even know whether he'll like this or not. I hope he does, but at the same time I worry that he'll reject me. Again.

  Slicking my fingers up with lube, I start to run my fingers through the crease of his ass but think better of it. I want to taste him. It's this sudden, primal need that has me spreading him open so I can flick my tongue around the edge of his puckered hole. The taste is salty, musky, but not unpleasant, and it drives me crazy.

  He makes a sound that's somewhere between a strangled gasp and a groan as my tongue makes contact with his skin. "Oh fuck. What are you doing?" He looks back at me, his eyes wide.

  I chafe at the interruption, but pull my head away long enough to say something. "I just want to make you feel good," I say. "Does it?" I know from experience that I like being rimmed, but I've never done it to another man before and I'm suddenly insecure. I think he'll like it--but what if I'm wrong?

  "Fuck yeah," he says, groaning. "Whatever the hell you're doing, don't stop."

  Reassured, I bury my face against him once again, reveling in the way he grunts and groans as I tease him with my tongue. I lave the sensitive area around his anus for a minute longer, then pull away. My fingers are still wet with lube, but I put a little more on just in case. The last thing I want to do is hurt him--not any more than it has to, anyway.

  Slowly, I insert one finger into his ass. He's so damn tight I can barely fit, but he makes it worse by tensing up. "Relax and push out," I tell him. "Trust me. It helps." His hands are fisted by his sides and he lets out a low groan, but he does as I tell him and relaxes as I push inside.

  It isn't long before I slip another finger inside and spread him open. He pants, but from the way he's starting to buck against my fingers I'd guess he's at the point where it's starting to feel good. Just a little bit longer before he's all lubed up and as stretched out as I can get him with my fingers…

  Enough. "Up on the bed now," I tell him. My cock is like steel as I watch him get into position. I never thought I'd see him spread out on my bed like this, but now that he's here it just feels right. I settle behind his hips, taking a moment to admire the view before lining my cock up with his hole. "Ready?"

  "As I'll ever be." There's a note of impatience in his voice that makes me smile. If nothing else, having him needy and wanting like this takes his mind off his problems.

  I slide in as gently as I can, telling him to push out again so I can bury myself deep inside. He's like a vise around me, but at last I'm in. "You're so fucking tight," I tell him, "but it feels so good…" He's sweating and so am I, but I hold still for a minute, letting him process the unfamiliar sensation of being filled.

  He lets out a low curse and shifts restlessly underneath me. I think back to my first time, remembering how it felt as though every nerve in my body was on fire for a minute, unable to decide whether the sensation w
as painful or pleasurable. I drape myself across his back, brush his hair away, and lay a gentle kiss on the nape of his neck. "It's about to get so much better," I promise him.

  Finally, he nods. I take that as a sign and pull out as slowly as I entered him. When I thrust back in, he pushes against me. "Harder," he moans. I speed up, letting him guide me until I am nearly slamming into him. God, he feels so good, so hot and tight around me. I'm going to come, but I don't want to yet. Not until he does.

  In desperation, I wrap my hand around his cock and start stroking him, jerking upwards in time to my thrusts. Everything seems hazy, my focus narrowed until there's nothing but me and him and how damn good it feels to be inside him. He's cursing, his pleas turning to long, wordless moans and gasps. I know he's close, so I stroke him faster, harder. "Come for me, Drew," I groan. "Fucking come for me…"

  It's like saying that sends him over the edge and he explodes, his come pooling hot and sticky around my fingers, his muscles clamping down around me. It's what I need, too. I can feel myself passing the point of no return and right before I go over, I growl and bite down hard on his neck. It's something primal inside me that drives me to do that as I come, and I hold him still until I've spent myself inside his body. When at last I slide out of him, I let go, wincing at the red mark I've left on his skin. I'm not sure what to do next, so I lie on my back next to him, still breathing hard.

  He collapses next to me, but he doesn't say anything. Why won't he say anything?

  I turn my head to look at him and find him staring at me, his green eyes slowly returning to their normal color. I don't see any sign of regret in his face, which gives me hope that I haven't royally screwed up. "So," he says after what seems like an eternity, "what now?"

  "What now, indeed." I sigh and turn away. "What do you think?" Please don't tell me you're leaving. The words hover on the tip of my tongue, but I don't want to give him any ideas, so I just wait.

  "I think--I think I'm willing to try this. On a temporary basis," he adds.

  My heart is singing. It doesn't matter if it's temporary. I'm convinced that if he just stays for a little while, he'll see how right we are together. He won't run away from me again, yet, and that's all that matters. I roll over and kiss him again. I don't think I'll ever get enough. "Please stay," I whisper.

  "I can't make any promises." He runs a hand through my hair gently. I think it's the first time he's caressed me like that and the realization brings up a surge of emotions I'm not ready to deal with yet. "I'll try. Best I can do, buddy."

  All I can do is nod. Can't push him too much yet, but soon…

  He smiles at me then and laughs a little. "It's a good thing I've lived with you before. I'm used to all your bad habits."

  "I don't have any bad habits," I say, indignant.

  "Everyone does," he says. "You're not so bad, though. You can't cook and you're bad at doing dishes, but that's about it." Damn. He's right. I want to tell him that I've learned to cook, but really all I can do is boil water and that's all. Suddenly, my stomach rumbles loud enough for both of us to hear. "Hungry much? I'll make some breakfast, if you want."

  Oh, I want. We're still sticky, though, so I suggest a shower instead. It all feels so comfortingly domestic that it's hard to believe I was lonely and hurting just a few hours ago.

  For the first time in over a year, I'm at peace.

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  Taken by the Alpha

  My stomach is in knots as I knock on the front door of the mansion. I'm lost somewhere in the middle of nowhere and this creepy looking place seems to be my only option. At least the lights are on, so someone's probably home. Maybe I'm just creeped out because it's dark and foggy, but this house sure is something else. The way it's hidden behind the trees and all reminds me of a haunted house or something. Curse my overactive imagination.

  Of course, if I weren't lost and my car hadn't broken down in the middle of nowhere, I wouldn't be here, wondering if I'm about to come face to face with a serial killer. That's just the type of day I've had. I flip my cell phone open again while I wait for a response. Still no signal, damn it. I'd rather call friends for a ride than knock on some stranger's door. "Stupid piece of shit," I mutter. I should be at Ian and Drew's place relaxing and maybe having a beer, but no. I'm stranded in the middle of nowhere, waiting in front of a random house, freezing, and I bet the owner's creepy as fuck and--I lose my train of thought when the door opens.

  Holy shit. All I can do is stand there with my mouth hanging open while I stare at the gorgeous man before me. I take back whatever I was thinking a minute ago. This guy is--just as far as you can get from the creep I was imagining. Damn. He's standing there with his eyebrows raised, dressed in nothing but sweats…his body's amazing, he's got the most handsome face, and as far as I can tell he's seriously packing. My mouth goes dry when I realize he's basically everything I want in a man--physically, anyway.

  "What's going on?" Oh shit, I realize I've been standing here staring for at least a minute and now he sounds irritated. Did I wake him up?

  "Um…" Great start, genius. I shake my head and clear my throat, hoping to find my voice. "My name's Nathaniel…My car broke down and I was hoping I could use your phone? My cell doesn't get reception out here…" Fuck. I sound like a babbling idiot.

  He leans against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, and just looks at me like he's figuring out what to do. Under his stare, I feel like prey and I shift from side to side, uncomfortable. It's then that my wolf sits up and takes notice at the same time I catch his scent--werewolf. I've been too distracted by his good looks to notice before now, but not only is he a wolf, but a strong one. He practically radiates power.

  Acting on instinct, I bare my throat to him. I don't know who he is or exactly how powerful he is, but I know that I'm not as strong. Not even close. "I'm friends with Ian and Drew--do you know them?"

  He nods and steps away from the door. "They're part of my pack. I'm Chris, the Alpha." He cocks his head and studies me, eyes glittering. "Now that I think about it, they've mentioned you once or twice. You went to college with them or something? What pack are you with now?"

  "Um…Chapel Hill? And yeah. College." Good grief. I've never felt this intimidated around my Alpha.

  "Well, you're a guest of our pack as long as you don't cause any trouble."

  "Thanks." I stick my hands in my pockets and walk into the house. At least it's warm and dry. It rained while I was trying to look at the car and my clothes are still a little damp, so the heat is definitely nice. Right now, it's all I can do not to shiver. I should've expected it to be colder up here, I guess.

  Chris leads the way through the enormous entryway to one of the nicest kitchens I've seen. Granite countertops, hardwood floors, table for fifty…I am so out of my depth here. I wonder if he uses this house for meetings or if he lives here alone?

  A sudden chill works its way up my spine and I shiver. "Hey, do you have a towel?" I need to dry off, if not get a change of clothes. Then, too, there's the way my pants are clinging to my cock. I'm pretty sure that my growing hard-on is on full display, but Chris doesn't seem to notice. Or wait--maybe he does. He's staring at me with a sort of half-smile, his eyes heavy-lidded like he's sizing me up.

  He hands me his cell phone, but his fingers linger on mine a second more than they need to before I snatch my hand away. I'm really not sure what to make of this. Of him and the way he makes me feel. "I'm going to get you a towel and something dry to wear," he says, nodding at my damp clothes. "My stuff might be a little big for you though." He sweeps his gaze downward, landing on my crotch, before looking up at me again. Now I'm sure he knows--and maybe, if I'm lucky, he wants me just as badly as I want him. As he walks away from me, I enjoy the view for a moment before calling Ian.

  Ian answers on the first ring. "Hey, Chris."

  I pace back and forth, making my way to the relative privacy of the entryway as I talk. "Actually, it's Nathaniel. My car broke down and I ended up
at Chris's place…"

  "Shit, what happened? I knew your car was a piece of crap."

  I sigh. "I don't have a clue what happened to it. You know how much I know about cars, right?"

  "Nothing?" He chuckles, and for a moment I'm a little jealous. He sounds so happy and relaxed since he's hooked up with Drew… "So, you have to tell me how you ended up with Chris."

  "Got so lucky," I say, then realize how that sounded when Ian laughs at me. "Not like that, I swear. It's just that his house was the first one I saw." I lower my voice and cup my hands over my mouth, hoping Chris won't hear what I'm about to say. "You didn't tell me that your Alpha's built like a Greek god," I say. "That would have been nice to know."

  "Hey, now. If you've got a thing for Chris, you're playing with fire, buddy. He's--well, he's really intense, you know? Kinda overwhelming. And you're just his type."

  Shit. The room's big enough and empty enough that everything echoes. I retreat to the doorway and lean against the wall. "Keep going," I say. God, if I really have a chance with him, I might take it. Then again, maybe Ian's right and he'd be too much for me to handle.

  "Not too tall, fit, kinda pretty…you fit the bill perfectly." My face heats. Can't a day go by without someone calling me pretty? "You'd be in way over your head, though. I wouldn't try anything if I were you." My mind wanders for a second as I wonder what he means by that, but when I come back to reality I realize I've missed something crucial. "--anyway, that's why I can't get you tonight."

  "Wait, what?" My heart pounds. Stay here? With the man who's so tempting and yet so bad for me? Could be dangerous.