by Moira Rogers
His eyes hot with lust, Jud hauled her head back until his cock was just out of reach. "Let me see that tongue."
Ashley bit back a growl and slowly licked her parted lips.
He smiled slowly. "You're a fierce one, aren't you? You want it, and you don't want to wait." Instead of letting her reply, he rubbed the head of his cock over her outstretched tongue and slid deeper again. "Open wider this time, like you're trying to yawn. I know you can take me."
She did as he asked. This time, when he thrust against the back of her throat, she almost managed not to gag. Then Blake caressed her back again, his voice gentler than Jud's but no less commanding. "Swallow him, sweetheart."
The instant she did, he filled her throat. She couldn't breathe, couldn't move. The heady indulgence of being caught between them left her lightheaded, and she squirmed in Blake's arms.
Her clit rubbed against his shaft again, splintering hot pleasure through her. She repeated the movement, and the heat flared into a quick, hard orgasm, all the more intense because she wanted to scream but couldn't.
Jud dragged her back with a groan, his grip in her hair rougher now. Not so controlled. Neither was the look in his eyes as he hauled her upright and seized her mouth with his own.
His kiss was brutal. His teeth scraped her lips, and his fingers skated down her body to collide with Blake's. She was trapped between them, two hard bodies and two big hands, and she didn't even know which one of them had pushed his broad fingers into her fluttering pussy until she felt the other touch her clit.
Blake. Gentle and demanding, flawless, because he knew just how to touch her to get her off again.
She bucked, tried to turn her head, anything to ease the unrelenting, devastating intimacy of the moment. But when Jud released her mouth, Blake tilted her head up and back and claimed it. Jud's lips found her throat instead, his tongue hot on her pulse before he nipped his way lower.
Ashley was on fire, still quaking in the aftermath of one orgasm, and about to tumble headlong into another. She broke the kiss with a gasp and breathed Blake's name--a plea, but she wasn't sure what for. More or help me, maybe, but not stop.
Never that.
"I know," he whispered against her cheek. Then he guided her back, the world tilting as he laid her down on the moss. He caught both of her hands and pushed them above her head as he stretched out beside her.
Jud was the one who knelt between her thighs. "Is this what you want?"
The hunger tying her in knots was taunting, cruel. It only deepened along with her pleasure, leaving her ravenous and aching even as she shivered. Animal instinct rushed to the surface again, whispering that he would be a good mate--strong, devoted.
"Jud." She tested his name. It felt right on her tongue, as right as the sight of him kneeling between her legs, waiting. His shoulders were wide and muscled, his eyes dark and greedy. Greedy for her, to sink deep and let go of the passion painting his stern features.
She couldn't reach for him, so she arched toward him with a soft noise. "Please."
He glanced at Blake, who squeezed her trapped hands reassuringly before sliding the other hand down behind her knee. He pulled her leg higher, wider, exposing her completely to Jud, who gripped his cock and slid the head between her pussy lips and up to rub her clit.
He did it once, twice--gliding up and down and almost pushing into her, only to pull away when she lifted her hips as far as their grip allowed. His gaze locked with hers, and he pressed against her entrance, close, so close--
Jud gritted his teeth, his expression one of pure, tortured need. And still he held himself there, his body shaking almost as much as hers. "I only get one chance to fuck you for the first time."
He was teasing her on purpose, tormenting her wolf with the promise of his ardor. Ashley smiled--an open, feral baring of her teeth--and nudged his ass with her foot, urging him closer.
He bit off a curse and surged forward, thrusting deep in one unforgiving advance.
She clamped her lips together, but she couldn't hold back her shriek. It felt good, so fucking good, the one thing she needed more than anything else.
And it only got better. Dirtier. He lifted her feet to his chest, trapping them there as he leaned forward. The position pushed her knees against her breasts and tilted her hips so that his next thrust drove deeper, so deep it almost hurt.
She thrashed in Blake's arms, and caught her face and tilted it to his. "We've got you, Ash."
He was watching her so intently, staring into her eyes. Completely focused on her, and she realized he wasn't a bystander here, a mere witness. He was in charge of it all, every shivering caress and heart-stopping thrust.
"Kiss me," she begged.
He did, soft and sweet at first, soothing her with gentle licks and low noises that struck a dizzying counterpoint to the hard grip of his fingers, pinning her wrists to the ground. And Jud was doing it too, stroking her calves and thighs in between each ruthless thrust, mixing hard and soft, tender and rough.
Blake nipped her lower lip and lifted his head, still watching her face even as he spoke to Jud. "She'll come if you ride her G-spot, but you gotta give it to her fast and hard."
Oh God. Her head was already swimming, and they--
They ravished her.
No other word came close to describing the intensity, the deliberate purpose. God, the patience. Jud adjusted the angle of each thrust until one jolted heat through her so strongly that she lurched against Blake's restraining arms and cried out.
But there was no respite. Blake held her upper body in place while Jud gripped her legs, leaving her no choice but to feel every inch of his cock as it slammed into her.
Her whole body felt hot, heavy. Pressure built, the same as when Mac had fucked her with his fingers, only more intense. Inescapable, because Jud was so big that he filled her completely. Even if she could draw away, angle her hips to avoid the directness of his thrusts, it would do no good, because there wasn't a single place inside her he didn't touch.
"We've got you," Blake said again, nuzzling her cheek. "You don't have to fight for it. We'll get you there. Trust us."
Every instinct screamed at her to fight--bite and scratch and give as much as she was taking. But Blake still held her wrists bound above her head, and all she could do was writhe in his grip as they began to tip her over that edge, past the point where thought was possible.
She focused on Jud instead, watching his face as he fucked her. His lips pulled back in an agonized growl as he tightened his grip on her legs. "Too much?"
He was holding back, because he couldn't tell how much she could take without the encouragement of her teeth and nails. Ashley snarled and tried to concentrate on forming words. "Harder," she rasped.
Relief twisted his features as he slammed into her, jolting electric tingles all the way to her fingertips. "Fuck, you were made for this." Another thrust, one that arched her back and curled her toes. "For us."
Yes. Nothing could be better than being cradled and pleasured and cherished and fucked, this sense of being home at last.
And then Blake bit her.
It wasn't an easy, gentle nip. He bit her hard, his teeth sinking in to the delicate flesh of her throat. Pain throbbed through her veins, rough and provocative, setting off another throb low in her body. Everything clenched tight, then tighter, until she fractured in a rush of incredible ecstasy.
Jud groaned, grinding his hips against hers, and the warmth magnified as he came inside her. A sense of peace snaked through the pleasure, a reminder that she might love being ridden hard, but this was what her wolf needed.
The quiet calm curled around her. For a moment, she let herself hope that this might be different, that it might last and last instead of vanishing like smoke. But it faded, dissolving even as she tried to grasp at it, and by the time Jud withdrew from her, she needed more. Craved more.
But Blake was there, easing her onto her side as Jud moved to his. Jud ran his hand down her side an
d over her hip, all the way to her knee, and tugged until she moved her shaky leg over his.
She was trapped between them again, with Blake hot and hard against her back, his mouth hovering over her ear. "See how much we can give you?"
He was already pushing inside her, and she hissed in a breath. Her hands were free now, and she reached back to claw at his hip and the hard, muscled curve of his ass. She wrapped her other hand around the back of Jud's neck. It helped to anchor her between them, to ground her in this moment where her hunger only existed to be satisfied.
Blake panted as he rocked deeper. Slower than Jud, working into her as if he savored the tease. "That's right. Scratch me up."
"I can't reach," she growled, frustrated.
His hand covered hers, digging her nails deeper into his hip, pinning her in place as he filled her up with one final thrust. "Fuck, nothing feels like being inside you."
Ashley bit her lip, but a whimper escaped anyway. The last of the sunlight was fading, leaving the forest even deeper in shadow--except for the moon. Its light was growing stronger, and she felt it bathing her skin as she rocked between Blake and Jud.
Jud's fingers skimmed over her belly and lower, all the way to her neglected clit. She jerked against his hand, still sensitive--not that it mattered to the voracious desire twisting inside her. "Oh God."
"Shh. Just feel it." Blake's open mouth brushed her temple, her cheek, and his tongue found the corner of her mouth. "I wanted these lips around my cock so bad, sweetheart. But I wanted this more."
"Wanted--" Her voice broke. "Wanted what?"
"You, squeezing me tight." He gave her more kisses, up her jaw, back toward her ear while Jud teased her closer to the edge. Blake licked her earlobe and lowered his voice. "I'll never give up a chance to come inside you. Not until your wolf picks a mate."
She heard the longing beneath the words--what he really meant, everything he wouldn't or maybe couldn't say.
Until your wolf picks me.
Ashley turned her face to his. "Blake..."
He cut her off with his mouth as his thrusts sped, swallowing her renewed cries along with her words. His tongue slid over hers, rough and hot, and she held on to the kiss even when his deep, brutal thrusts drove her against Jud's hard body.
It was raw, almost violent. A possession so all-consuming that her world was filled with him, completely taken over for one scorching moment. Liquid fire burst through her, raining down in all the darkest, most hollow reaches inside, flooding her with more than physical bliss.
She wasn't just desired. She was wanted, with a passion and intensity she could barely understand, much less accept. Not yet.
The three of them settled in a tangle of limbs, Blake panting roughly against the back of her neck and Jud stroking strands of hair from her cheek. He pressed his forehead to hers and she felt his smile against her own lips. "Welcome to the pack, Ashley."
Chapter Three
Ashley woke up in a strange bed--her bed--still entwined with two strong, decidedly masculine bodies. She had vague recollections of returning from the clearing in the forest, but the night was such a blur of heat and hunger that she couldn't be sure she hadn't been carried.
It was a different sort of hunger that woke her now, a rumbling in her belly that reminded her she'd skipped dinner.
‘You need breakfast," Blake muttered against the back of her shoulder before nuzzling her hair aside to kiss the back of her neck. "Whose turn is it?"
"Mine." Jud stretched and smiled at Ashley. "What do you want for breakfast?"
She blushed. "I don't know. What do you usually have?"
"When I'm cooking?" He laughed as he sat up. "Omelets, crepes, waffles, bacon, sausage..."
Blake grunted. "Show-off."
She slid her hand into his as her stomach growled even louder. "Anything," she said gratefully. "It all sounds delicious, and I'm starving."
"Then I'll make all of it." He lifted her hand to his mouth, kissing her fingertips before teasing them with a sharp nip. Then he was gone, out of the bed and prowling toward the door without a scrap of clothing or a hint of modesty. "Don't keep her up here," he called back over his shoulder. "The girl needs to eat."
Blake wrapped his arms more firmly around her, but she felt his lips curve up against the back of her neck as the door swung shut. "I should get out of here and let you wash up."
She should have been ready for a little privacy. Instead, she found herself reluctant to release him. "Or you could stay. Wash my back?"
"Oh, if I get in that shower with you, you're not making it to breakfast."
"I can't tell if that's a threat or a promise."
"Me neither." Blake propped himself up on his elbow and smoothed her hair. "How are you feeling this morning?"
Exhausted, a little sore--and more alive than ever before. Ashley bit her lip to hide a smile and shrugged one shoulder, shivering when it bumped into the bunched muscles of his biceps. "Fine. More than fine."
"And your wolf?"
"Quiet," she confessed, then hesitated. "Curious."
His gaze fixed on her mouth, and he stroked his thumb over her lower lip. "Did you like last night?"
The memories heated her skin--the smell of sex and the sensation of the rich green moss against her bare body. The sheer hedonism of fucking under the evening sky, with the moon shining down on them.
Blake was still watching her. She licked her lips, and her tongue grazed his thumb. "I liked it."
"Good." His thumb edged between her lips, but only for a moment. In the next he rolled away with a groan. "Fuck, I'm leaving. My room's next door. Knock when you're ready to go down to breakfast."
"Blake--" Wait. She bit back the word with a groan of her own, because he was right. If he stayed... "I won't be long."
"Good." He reached the door and turned back, letting his gaze drift over her body with a lazy appreciation that gave his next words a very different meaning. "I'm hungry."
Ashley quelled a shudder as the door snapped shut. The sheets still smelled like Blake and Jud, so she climbed off the bed and walked into the bathroom. The huge tile shower was empty, as well as the expansive vanity surrounding the double sinks. She opened the closet door and found several dozen bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash, as well as bar after bar of different types of soap.
She pulled out a matching set with peaches on the labels and grabbed a towel.
The hot water sluicing over her skin was exquisite. She'd grown used to cold baths in her basement prison, and anything would be better after that. But this truly was heaven--from the rough, natural tile of the shower enclosure to the enormous rainfall-type showerhead.
Her stomach was growing louder, angrier, so she allowed herself a few precious minutes to luxuriate under the water, then washed her hair and bathed quickly. Besides her growing hunger, another sensation twisted in her belly--loss, perhaps. An ache of longing she could barely describe, much less articulate.
The clothes she had bought with Mac and Blake had been laundered, folded, and left on top of the massive dresser in her room. She chose a pair of lounge pants and a simple tank top from the stacks and dressed quickly.
She hesitated in front of Blake's door, her hand poised to knock. But she didn't have to. The door swung open, revealing Blake in low-slung jeans and a half tucked-in T-shirt. Wet hair curled on his neck and his beard was newly trimmed.
Ashley wanted to lick him.
He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. "You smell like peaches."
She wound a wet lock of hair around her finger. "If you don't like it, I have about twenty other choices in my bathroom closet."
He snorted and herded her out into the hallway. "Oh, I like it just fine. But I'm not surprised. Connor likes to buy shit."
"Connor." The one she'd met only briefly when she arrived.
"Don't worry. He won't be at breakfast." Blake rolled his eyes as they reached the stairs. "He doesn't get up before noon."
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sp; She dipped her head and tried not to laugh. "I'll have to properly meet him later, then."
Blake's hand settled on the small of her back. "And then you'll know all of us."
He said it like he was talking about more than a friendly conversation or two, and her cheeks burned. "Except for Lucas."
"Except for Lucas," he agreed. "Lucas is...careful."
"What does that mean?"
He stopped on the bottom step and turned to look at her. "Remember what his power felt like?"
Intense. Overwhelming. Maybe even oppressive, except that she had felt very clearly an underlying edge of control, as if he could easily bend her to his will but chose not to. "He felt strong," she answered slowly. "Strong enough to hurt me if that was what he wanted."
"Strong enough to make you hurt yourself." Blake rested his hands on her hips, stroking her through her clothes. "He wouldn't. He's always careful, and so am I. Usually."
There was a hint of something lurking beneath the words--not quite anger, but perhaps a bit of self-directed frustration. "And I threaten that control, is that what you're saying?"
"You threaten everyone's control." But he smiled as he said it, leaning in to kiss the tip of her nose. "It's not always a bad thing."
Mac's voice boomed through the hall. "Breakfast is getting cold. Talk later."
Blake snorted and gripped her ass. "See? Mac doesn't like anyone but Connor, but he's grumpy because you're not in there with him."
She nearly stumbled, and had to brace both hands on Blake's hard, hard shoulders to steady herself. "But all that will change, right? When I take a mate."
"Honestly?" He tightened his grip and hoisted her easily, spinning to set her down at the base of the stairs. "I don't know. Most of us have never seen a healthy mated couple as part of a pack."
She headed toward the sound of clinking dishes. "Someone must know."
"I don't think it matters." His hand found the small of her back again, as if he couldn't stand not touching her. "Your mate will be possessive, but nothing will stop the rest of us from being affectionate."