Marked for Love 3

by Jamie Lake

  Marked by Love

  Book 3

  By: Jamie Lake

  Note: This is the 3rd book in the Marked by Love series.

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  Chapter 1

  “Where are you taking me?” I asked him for the third time. Neither of the werewolves were answering me. I was draped gracelessly over their Alpha Japheth’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes as they moved through the wood swiftly.

  I was beyond angry, I was hurt, I was in shock. I could still see the glow of the truck I knew had the body of the man who swore to protect me engulfed in flames. It was an after-image every time I closed my eyes.

  What was I going to do now? What was so important, so special about me, that I was worth all of this fuss? Just yesterday night, I was living a normal life drifting from couch to couch trying to make ends meet. Yes, sometimes that meant being with men that I normally wouldn’t give two looks at just to have a place to stay for the night, but that struggle was nothing like all that I’d been through tonight.

  Learning that Buck, the man that picked me up off the street, the one that made love to me like no one ever had, was actually a werewolf was shocking enough but to have his entire house swarmed with werewolves hell-bent on fucking my brains out, marking me as there own, was almost more than I could handle. It was surreal. Like something out of a movie. If I could have, I would have pinched my own arm to wake myself from this nightmare.

  Had it been yesterday, I might have loved the idea of that many men wanting me, craving me, thirsting for me, but ever since I met Buck, that all changed.

  He made me, in just a few hours, feel special, like I belonged, like I was worth protecting, worth sacrificing his life for. He made me feel loved, needed, desired not only for my body but for my heart, for my soul. No one had ever bothered trying to make me feel like that. I was always just a good time. Someone to fuck, not someone to love. It was all I'd ever wanted. It was the secret desire of my heart.

  And now, he was gone.

  That beautiful man had sacrificed everything for me. To know that he’d been watching over me all these years in secret,when I didn’t even know it, had touched me deeply. No one, not even my parents had ever cared for me that much. All those years when I felt lost and alone, that no one gave a damn, to know he was only a fingertip away, meant more to me than anything. My eyes watered and nose burned just thinking about it. It wasn't fair. I got to have everything I'd ever wanted, but only for a moment. Now, it had been snatched away from me.

  I’d lost the man I loved. The thought made my heart jump, yes, though it’d only been hours since we knew each other, I. loved. him. And though they’d taken him away from me, and though they’d likely all take their turns with me shoving their massive cocks in my mouth, down my throat and up inside of me, using me until there was nothing left, shaming and dirtying me until I was just a shell, they could never take away my love. That was mine. That love, even though it was new, was sacred. Nothing, not even these men, could take it from me.

  ***

  By the time we stopped, I was so emotionally drained and exhausted that I’d knocked myself out, falling into a near delirious slumber. I was only awoken when I was dumped like a pile of logs inside some type of makeshift tent. The tent was ragged, made of weather-beaten leather. It shielded from the elements, but the ground was cold and uncomfortable and bare. I startled awake, my eyes widened as I looked around my surroundings like a frightened, cornered animal. The tent was a basic lean-to with two wooden posts as supports. It rested against a massive tree with rough, withered bark.

  I tried to sit up, but I was chained to something. I pulled on my restraints and the clang of the chains rattled in my head, making it ache fiercely. I gasped in pain, going still. Anything to make the clanging din stop. I sat very still and looked up the length of chain. It was wound several times around the tree. The iron of the chain had the rusted patina of time, but was still very sturdy. I knew that even if I pulled and pulled, I would not be able to break the thick links.

  I heard a rumble of laughter from a man lurking in the shadows. As he stepped out from them, I could see his massive build. He was broad shouldered, built like a fridge and just as tall. What scant light there was, danced on every cut, ridged muscle. Worse than his looming frame were the lazer-red eyes that seemed to glow in the dark. I recognized him immediately as Buck’s evil, identical twin, Japheth. The very man who had tried to rape me earlier in the evening until Buck rescued me. I shrank back, immediately beginning to tremble in rage and fear.

  “Relax,” he said, “Don’t use up all your energy. You’re going to need as much of it as you can muster today to deal with what we have planned for you.” When I squinted, I could see the white gleam of his teeth and the curl of his lip. He sneered at me, his elongated canines gleaming in the dim light.

  “Let me go!” I commanded, yanking on my chains despite the throbbing pain in my head. They may have taken what they could from me, but for now, I still had my pride. I wasn't going down without a fight. I had manacles around my wrists that were bolted to the chains. I wasn't going anywhere, but I still had to try.

  “Or what? What are you going to do? Even your little boyfriend couldn’t stop us. Humans. Foolish creatures. Don’t you understand? You’re not going until I’m done with you.” His slick tongue looped around his lips as though he were imagining devouring a big, juicy steak.

  My skin crawled thinking about what he’d had planned for me. Last night, there were at least five of them that had planned to pummel my ass with their monstrous cocks or as one insinuated, “Fuck me in half”. And I knew that he meant it literally. These werewolves had an insatiable appetite for bottom boy submissives like me, and they were used to having their way one way or another. Even as I struggled against my bonds, I knew it was useless. If they wanted to break me, they were going to. The less fight I put up the better, but at this moment, my pride wouldn't allow defeat.

  I knew that if I put up a fight, it would only turn them on more, but I would not be gang banged by them without a struggle, no way, no how. They could tear me limb from limb, and they just might, but I wasn't going to just lay there and take it. I had some dignity left.

  “How could you do that to Buck?” I asked him, “What could be so awful that you would kill your own brother?” I couldn't understand it. I knew asking was a bad idea, but I had to know.

  “You don’t know what your talking about!” Japheth exploded pouncing on me so fast, it made my head spin. He was completely transformed into a werewolf. It happened so fast, that my eyes couldn't even register the change. He was suddenly bigger, broader, more corded with bulky muscle. The fur on his form was dark and coarse and his scent was animalistic. His fiery eyes blazed and his fangs dripped with frothy saliva. His hot breath misted my face as he spoke and smelled faintly of copper.

  “Watch your words. How dare you question me, I am the Alpha. I am the Alpha!”

  I was pinned so hard against the ground, I couldn’t move an inch. The weight of this giant creature was almost unbearable, I worried he might crush my lungs in the process. His clawed hands were razor-sharp and I feared he might tear me to shreds if I even twitched a muscle. I stayed very still, holding my breath, waiting for him to calm down. If he ever would.

  His hardened angry eyes investigated me, slowly transforming back into a human being. The bulk and hair receded, leaving smooth, taut skin. His eyes were still blazing like a hellish furnace, his canines were still too long for a normal human, but at least his claw
s weren't digging into my shoulders.

  “What did you see in him anyway? Why would you choose him?” he asked. I thought, for a moment, he sounded almost defensive, almost hurt. Was he jealous of his brother? I wondered.

  “He cared about me. He protected me. He loved me.” I said this with a proud loft of my chin. It was the truth.

  “Liar!” he said, “He only cared about you because he knew you were the Special One. He knew that you would be the one that would deliver our people.”

  “That’s not true,” I said, wondering who I was trying to convince more, him or myself. I can’t say the thought hadn’t crossed my mind. When Buck told me last night that his father had prophesied that a human would come into their pack that would unite their people, I wondered if he was just using me. Using me like every other man in my life. He’d told me that I was the one and that that was the reason Japheth wanted me so much. And I believed him but I had wondered if that was the reason why he wanted me so much too. I didn’t think there was anything so special about me anyway. Sure, I was cute, many men had told me that. I was smaller than him but I was also toned and had a bubble butt men told me drove them wild. But I just didn’t see what all the fuss was about. There were a lot of cute guys that were even better looking than I was. I didn't understand it then, and I sure didn't understand what made me so unique now.

  He loosened his grip on me, “You don’t know him like I know him. You think he’s some wonderful, flawless hero, but I know a dark side to Buck; a side that if you saw it, you would want nothing to do with him.” Japheth said this as though he were bragging, the jut of his square jaw arrogant. His full lips curled into another wicked smirk. He looked so self-satisfied. My expression soured and I looked away.

  I didn’t want to hear any of this nonsense. The man I knew may not have been perfect, but he gave his life for me. When I looked away, he snatched my chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing me to look up at him. Japheth's eyes looked deep within mine and for a moment, I saw them soften. They weren’t just burning with a deep and burning rage. They weren't sharp with jealousy either. No. They were full of pain and hurt. Wounded. Whatever he thought Buck had done to him must have been so bad that he still carried it with him. I could see the weight of it in his heavy gaze, feel it bear down on me.

  “You’re hurting me, please get off,” I said, gasping for breath. I twisted my much smaller frame under his, my ribs aching. His weight was massive and it felt like being crushed by a heavy boulder.

  He put his arms on either side of me, holding some of his weight off me so I could at least breathe, but he didn't get off, instead he sniffed at the air as if he were smelling my scent and his lips parted, his tongue swiping his thick lips.

  “You should have been mine,” he said, I could feel his cock growing on top of me, thickening, hardening, pressing against my thigh. I swallowed dryly, trying now not to squirm too much. It was as massive as the rest of him.

  He rumbled and growled as he lowered his face to my neck and allowed the bristles of his scruff to brush against my skin. With a long, hot lave of his tongue, he licked the side of my neck between my shoulder and the base of my neck. My skin tingled where his slick, hot tongue moved over my skin. Another sound of gravelly approval issued from his throat.

  Anger, hurt and confusion bubbled up inside me. I knew he wanted me and I couldn’t say what he was doing wasn’t turning me on, because it was. But I had a loyalty to Buck that I refused to let go of, and I didn’t want any part of what he wanted to do to me. My body may have responded, but my heart and soul only wanted Buck. To give in to my carnal wants would break my own heart.

  I turned my neck so I didn’t have to look at his hypnotic, glowing eyes. I was afraid I’d become intoxicated by them and wouldn’t be able to resist his advances. His body was so warm, so strong, and his masculine scent filled my senses, made my head swim.

  “You don’t have to resist,” he said, his low voice cooing to me. “This doesn’t have to be a struggle. Give in. Give in to your temptations, you know you want me. You know I want you. I can see it in your eyes.” He sounded smug again, his voice a low, rumbling growl. He was so sure of himself. There was something to the arrogant confidence he projected. It was strong, sexy.

  I turned my head the other direction, fighting the temptation. He chuffed in irritation and pulled his hips back before slamming them against mine. I could feel his rock-hard cock between my legs and pushing up against my balls. I groaned with agony and stimulation. My own cock was stirring, pressing up against the seam of my jeans. I ached with a sudden stab of desire. Jesus, why did it have to feel so good?

  “Come on, Nathan. Give yourself to me. You know you want it, you know I can please you. Buck is gone and I’m right here. I can please you more than he did, I’m much more … experienced.”

  I could smell his manly musk which I should have been disgusted by, but it did the opposite, it drew me in like a siren to its victim, it sang to me, filling my nostrils with his pheromones. My body was an errant ship in a choppy sea, lured by this strange, tempting melody. I crashed upon his shore and my hips bucked upwards of their own volition.

  His palm slid from side of my temple to my cheek. “I know he said he’d been watching you all these years, but so had I. If you were anything but just another human do you think I would have chased you, pursued you, stopped at nothing to get to you? I wanted you, I needed you, I had to have you. He knew this, that’s why he tried to mark you, but it was my heart that beat for you, not only his.” Again, I could hear the bitter tinge of pain in his words, see the hurt in his mesmerizing eyes. I didn't want to believe him. I wanted to hate him, be disgusted by him. But I couldn't.

  His hand rotated my head so that I would look into his eyes. He was more gentle this time, his touch was firm, uncompromising, but not painful. His eyes had softened completely. And despite their preternatural glow, they looked compassionate kind, even sad even.

  “Give yourself to me,” he insisted again. I thought I caught a pleading edge to his voice.

  “No,” I said, just as firmly as I had before.

  “You know I could take you if I wanted to. If I wanted to, I would have done that long ago, but I want you to want me, I want you to need me, as I do you. I want you to give yourself to me from your heart as you gave yourself to him.” I could hear the passion in his voice, the broken, raw edges of his hurt. His pleading, low voice was a croon. He rolled his hips against me, let me -feel- his need.

  “Never,” I said, but I was wavering. I wondered dully if this were some sort of spell, some sort of power that he had. My body was arching up against his, even as my mind and heart reeled against it.

  “I admire your loyalty to him… it’s rare. But I must have you. For us, for a werewolf, when we have found the one we want to be with, we must have them or we become … enraged. My cock, it’s becoming …. full and I must release or … I won’t be able to control my aggression with you. Refuse me as you wish, you won’t need to do anything … I’ll do it all for you myself. I will bring you pleasure beyond your dreams.” He almost sounded apologetic, almost poetic. The arrogant facade was gone. He was raw and open before me, displaying emotion I didn't think Japheth was capable of expressing. It was unmistakable, as much as I wanted to deny it. He was hurting. He was hurting because of me. Because I denied him. The furnace of his gaze blazed with the aching beat of his broken heart.

  And with that, as hard as I could resist, he began. I beat on his chest uselessly with my fists. My hands just bounced off the hard, chiseled muscle. It felt like striking stone. This time, he didn't laugh at me, his gaze was still welcoming, open and soft. He bent, his lips half parted with his quickening breath, and he pressed a warm, wet kiss to the corner of my mouth.

  I jerked my face away, twisting under him in earnest this time. I had to stop this somehow. I couldn't betray Buck, I wouldn't betray him, even if my body was ready and eager to do just that. Japheth's lips trailed across my jaw and
slid over the tender skin of my mouth. I could feel the graze of his teeth prickling along my skin. His lips were so soft and every touch sent shivers up and down my entire body. I bit my lip to stifle a sudden, forbidden moan of pleasure.

  His broad, strong hand moved between my legs. I clamped my thighs shut, trapping his hand as it pressed boldly against my semi-hard prick. A little whine issued from his mouth before his lips closed over my earlobe. He suckled gently, rocking his hips against my thigh. God, he was so hard against me. I could feel him throb as the heel of his palm gently grinded against my crotch. He couldn't move his hand much with my legs closed, but the teasing touches he gave me now were enough to make me fully erect.

  “Kiss me,” he said, a hot whisper in my ear. “Just once. Kiss me once and then deny me, Nathan.” The tenor of his voice rattled my teeth it was so low. Once again, I was drawn against his rocky shore. I was so tired, so heart-sore. I just wanted this to end, wanted my body to stop betraying me. If a kiss would end it? If a kiss would make him stop, I would do it. Just one kiss.

  “No, I-,” I managed to say, my voice broken by a throaty, low moan.

  “Yes,” he hissed in my ear.

  Slowly, I turned my head to face him, to gaze deeply into those fiery, glowing eyes, those eyes so full of want and hurt and rage. My tongue looped over my lips, wetting them and I drew in a shaking breath. When his mouth crashed against mine, I knew I'd made a mistake in granting this request.

  I returned the press of his lips ardently, groaning into his kiss. His tongue parted my lips and filled my mouth with the taste of him, earthy and raw and so very male. My body bucked wildly up against him and my hands grasped his biceps. I felt as though I needed to hold onto something real, something solid. This had to be the work of some insidious spell and I was falling prey to it as my tongue moved against his.

  Though it was pure passion, it wasn't rough anymore. It was gentle, almost sweet. The kiss was aching and longing, and when he suckled my bottom lip into his mouth and very gently bit down on the pillow of tender flesh, I moaned. Slowly, my thighs parted, falling open for him. He didn't waste a moment of my surrender. Japheth's hand tugged at my belt, clicking it open. He undid my pants and slowly pulled down the zipper until he could free my erect cock. It was wet with precum, slick and shining. His hand curled around my shaft and he gave me slow, sensuous pumps while he continued to fill my mouth with his tongue and my senses with his scent.