Kidnapped by the Wolves

by Jasmine Wylder

  His jeans suddenly felt far too small.

  The blood rushing from his brain made it a little difficult to think. His wolf growled in approval butting him and trying to get him to go over there and join in on the action. Chloe ran her hands up Sly’s neck, and he grabbed her wrists, pinning her to the wall.

  The look in his eye almost made Devon wish he’d been born with other parts—except the way Chloe’s chest heaved, the way her bubblegum-pink lips parted, the way she moaned. It made him all the harder, and he wanted nothing more than to see her stretched out on him. Except maybe to see Sly do to her exactly as she had asked.

  Neither of them seemed interested in sending him away. Then again, neither of them seemed to be noticing him.

  Devon cleared his throat, making them both turn. Sly looked annoyed, Chloe flushed. Devon leaned against the wall and grinned. “Don’t mind me. I’m just going to stick around and watch.”

  Chloe bit her lower lip, her tiny fang making a perfect indentation.

  “Watch?” Sly repeated, his eyes narrowing. “Are you that sex-starved?”

  “Given the situation and the content of this sexual foray, I think it’s important for me to stay. Just so things don’t get out of hand in the heat of the moment. And maybe afterward, I can have a little taste of it myself.” He winked at Chloe, whose eyes got impossibly wider. She pushed her hands against Sly’s grip, but he held her tightly.

  Sly, for his part, curled his lips back over his teeth. There was a slight threat to them, but mostly he just looked confused. “I’m not interested in fucking men, Devon. I didn’t know you were.”

  Devon rolled his eyes. “Wow, you really misinterpreted that, didn’t you? Why would I want to fuck you when there is someone with all of Chloe’s delicious curves right here? If you were the one I was interested in, I wouldn’t have waited until now to make a move. But if you’re going to have some fun with our vampire prisoner…”

  He moved a little closer, smoothing Chloe’s hair behind her ear. She shivered, her mouth opening and closing silently.

  “What do you say? Care to see which of us does the job better?”

  Sly hit him with his shoulder, frowning. “So, what you’re saying is you want to fuck her after I’m done with her?” A smirk spread over his face as he ground against Chloe again. “Hate to break it to you, Devon, but she’s not going to want you anywhere near her by the time I’m done with her. The things I plan to do with her…”

  Devon let his hand trace down Chloe’s neck. “We’ll let her be the judge of that. In the meantime, I am going to watch. And once Sly’s gotten his violence out of his system—” Here Chloe’s gaze darted back to Sly, her breath catching in her throat. “—maybe you’d like something a little more tender. Or it might be just as rough. Difficult to say right now.”

  Her head fell back against the wall and she moaned, her back arching toward Sly. But she didn’t speak—and Devon needed to hear her.

  “Of course if you’d rather not, we can both leave right now.”

  “No!” Chloe gasped. She rocked her hips forward, making Sly grunt. Devon could see the arousal on both of their faces and grinned. Chloe moaned again. “I just… don’t know if this is real or just a dream.”

  Oh, as if he wasn’t already hard enough. He laughed breathlessly as his hand went to her breast, kneading her softness. “Hmmm, so you have dreamt about this, have you? Both of us or just me?”

  Chloe flushed terribly. She opened her mouth to answer, but at that moment, Sly buried his face into her neck. Her eyes widened and she let out a sharp “Oh!”. Devon’s hand was nearly crushed between her breast and Sly’s chest. He thrust against her and Devon wished it were him pinning Chloe to the wall, her legs parting so the friction could get to where she wanted.

  “Get out of my way,” Sly growled, releasing one of Chloe’s wrists to push Devon away. “You can have her when I’m done, and not before.”

  Devon narrowed his eyes, a growl building in his own throat. Before he could do more than that, though, there was a sudden bang from upstairs and several sets of footsteps. Roman’s voice called to them and both Devon and Sly looked up.

  “I sent him to keep an eye on Angela,” Sly muttered, pulling away from Chloe.

  Her eyes widened. “What happened?”

  Sly gave him a look, telling him to stay, as he went out of the room. Voices soon carried down toward them. Sly’s was loud enough, but the other two were awfully quiet. Minutes later, he came back down, leading Angela and Sandra with him. Devon frowned.

  “These two wanted to make sure you’re alright,” Sly said to Chloe. “So, we’ll just let you all talk with each other privately.”

  He jerked his head and Devon followed him out, frowning as he did so. What was this about? If Chloe told them that she had been kidnapped and was being held against her will… but then… after the events of tonight, when her escape just landed her in the claws of someone she clearly feared and then the offer she made when they got back here…

  Well, it was unlikely that she was going to tell the women anything that would cause them alarm. It was amusing to see them, though, huddled together and clearly terrified yet having bolstered up enough strength to come confront them about Chloe.

  If only he wasn’t still so hard, he might have an easier time thinking straight.

  Roman and Omar were both clearly ill at ease as they stood in the back of the den, waiting. Both looked like they were ready to get a severe tongue lashing from Sly, but he only folded his arms and glared at the basement stairs. Saving his tongue to lash someone else in different ways.

  Devon couldn’t help but smirk at his own joke. But seriously, what was with that timing? If he believed in divine intervention, he might have thought it was deliberate, to give them all time to think about whether they really wanted this.

  She was a vampire, after all. And as exciting as it was, she was still dangerous if she wanted to be.

  Then we just have to tie her up, make sure she’s not a threat. And the image of her bound and spread eagle on the bed nearly made him lose control right there and then. From the groan of frustration that came from Sly, he was having a hard time as well—quite literally.

  “Why didn’t you just send them away?” Devon muttered crossly. Who knew how long they were going to talk? He needed release now—and he groaned as he realized he was going to have to wait longer than that yet. Because Sly had first dibs on their delightful prisoner.

  Sly glowered at him. “Because they’ve got it in their heads that we’re torturing her or some such nonsense. If we didn’t let her talk to them, they’d have the sheriff up here in no time. And then the whole town will grab their pitchforks and come after us for kidnapping.” He snorted as he shook his head. “And they wouldn’t believe anything she said if we were right there.”

  “And what if this is all a trick and she tells them that we kidnapped her?”

  “She won’t. Not when Rodger is out there. She’s more afraid of him than she is of us.” Sly folded his arms. “I’m convinced of that now.”

  “And are we really going to do this? With Chloe, I mean.”

  Sly grinned. There was a determination in his eyes that Devon really liked to see. “Oh, yes, we are. I am tired of silicone and she’s a vampire. She can take it.”

  It wasn’t long before Sandra and Angela came back up the stairs. They still looked mousy and timid but satisfied. And when they glanced at Devon and Sly, Devon didn’t miss how both their gazes dropped to the bulges in their pants. Both blushed, giggled and hurried out the door with Omar and Roman following.

  Sly and Devon glanced at one another. Devon burst into laughter but Sly hit his shoulder and went downstairs. Devon locked the door before he followed. When he got there, Chloe was sitting on the bed, her hands held tightly in her lap with her legs clamped tightly together. She looked between the two of them before dropping her gaze, her cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink.

  “Wait,” Devon s
aid as Sly reached for her. “Before this starts, we need rules in place. First off. Chloe, have you done this sort of thing before? Had rough sex, bondage play, getting into the BDSM stuff?”

  Chloe shrank back and reluctantly shook her head.

  “Alright. Are you okay with getting spanked? Your hair pulled? Choked?”

  Chloe licked her lips, a lingering fear starting to rise behind her eyes again. Her shoulders hunched as she whispered, “I don’t actually want to put limits on it. I mean what I said before. I want to be used as if I’m nothing but a sex doll. I want to be pushed beyond my limits.”

  Sly’s hands were on her shoulders, pushing her back, but Devon grabbed his arm and shook his head. He focused back on Chloe. “You said you want Sly to make you beg him to stop. Do you want him to keep going once you are begging?”

  “I… yes,” she whispered.

  “Alright. Then we have to have safe words here. I’m going to stop every once in a while, to make sure you’re both still enjoying it. When I ask for your colors, green means good, yellow means ease off, red means stop. And you can use your colors at any point. When red is said, it means we press pause. Understood?” he looked between both of them.

  “I know,” Sly growled.

  Devon frowned at him. “Yeah but she’s new to this. Do you want to end up raping her because she doesn’t know how to get you to stop for real?”

  “Of course not!”

  “Then conditions need to be set. Now. Both of you, pick a safe word. One that means stop everything right now, not just pause.”

  Sly grumbled under his breath before he muttered, “Pickles.”

  “Um… Strawberry,” Chloe murmured.

  Devon frowned at her. “Are you certain you want to do this?”

  “Yes.” Her tone was firmer than he expected and quicker, too. “Yes, I want this. I haven’t… not since I was turned. But with you, you’re strong enough to stop me if I lose control.”

  Sly’s eyes widened, but Devon didn’t think Chloe saw.

  Devon nodded once. He understood that well enough. “And to clarify here. I am watching and so that means I want to see plenty of her body, Sly. I want to see her pleasure. And I am going to need some release myself. So you better not drain her.”

  “Yeah, yeah.” Sly ran his hands down Chloe’s body and she arched herself to him. He grinned as he gripped her t-shirt and tore it in half. “One more thing, vampire. Shall I tie you up with silk or satin?”

  Chapter Ten

  Part of her wanted to tell them to stop before they even got started. Her heart pounded, her hands shook, and her core was so tight and swollen that she wasn’t sure what to make of it. She had never gotten this aroused this quickly before. She shouldn’t want this, should she? She shouldn’t want to be tied up and fucked by the men holding her prisoner.

  But, oh, she did want it. She wanted it so badly that she didn’t know how to verbalize just how much she wanted it. She wanted them to dominate her, to claim her, to make her their property, their toy to play with whenever they saw fit. She moaned as Sly’s hands moved all over her, her hands held tightly behind her back by Devon while Sly ripped off all her clothes.

  Utterly naked before them, she had never felt so vulnerable. They could do anything they wanted to her and she’d have no way of stopping them. And the shiver of fear that ran up her spine from that knowledge also made moisture pool between her legs.

  Devon nipped at her neck as Sly brought her hands in front of her, pressing her wrists together and tying them with the straps of her ruined bra.

  How far would they go? And wasn’t Devon just supposed to be watching?

  As though he read her mind, Devon backed away from them, moaning. He grabbed the office chair and settled down in it, unbuttoning his jeans. Chloe opened her mouth, not even knowing what she was about to say. Then Sly had flung her onto the bed and she let out a surprised yelp. His eyes were dark, a dangerous and undeniable aura exuding from him as he crawled over her. Somewhere during ripping apart her clothes he’d undressed as well. His erection pressed against her belly as she pressed her hands to his chest.

  “It’s too big, you’ll hurt me,” she gasped out.

  Sly laughed as he turned her to her side. “That’s the point, isn’t it?”

  He turned her onto her side, so she was facing Devon. He had his hand wrapped around himself, stroking himself while he grinned. “Remember your colors, Chloe. What color are you now?”

  What color was she? She shivered as Sly’s body pressed against hers. He wrapped one arm around her chest, his hand grabbing her breast roughly while his other hand bruised her hip. The pain sent tingles straight to her core and her cry was just as much pleasure as it was pain.

  “Color?” Devon asked again, his eyes narrowing.

  “Green,” she gasped out.

  Sly’s finger circled her clit and a shock went through her body. He kissed her neck, making her moan. Then he plunged deep inside of her. It was too much; she stretched around him as pain tore into her thighs, followed quickly by pleasure as he started thrusting. Both were so intense she didn’t know which was more powerful. Chloe struggled against Sly’s grip, her hips jerking away from him, but he didn’t let her escape, clinging to her all the more tightly while he thrust deeper and deeper into her.

  And she loved every sensation he sent shooting through her system. Loved the way his grip tightened as she struggled, loved the way he growled into her ear. Her whole body was on fire, her mind spiraling off into a land of sheer instinct.

  “So fucking tight,” Sly moaned, the hand that had been on her breast wrapping around her throat. He squeezed, not hard enough to bruise, but enough for her to know that he could if he wanted.

  Chloe writhed, digging her tied hands into the bedding beneath her. I don’t even know them.

  Panic suddenly welled in her and she kicked. A strangled scream burst from her as Sly pounded into her particularly hard, her whole body jerking with his force. Her eyes widened and she threw her head back, trying desperately to figure out how she had gotten here, why she had agreed to this with two men she didn’t know, two men who hated what she was—

  Then Devon was there. His hands reached behind her and he was shouting. “Stop it! Stop!”

  Sly groaned but stopped.

  “Don’t,” Chloe murmured. She didn’t even know what she was feeling.

  Devon turned her face to him. “What’s your color?”

  She swallowed dryly. She didn’t want to admit what had gone through her head. People had casual sex all the time, why should she deny herself? But how many people had sex with people who hated them? “I… I…”

  “Okay, this ends,” Devon said firmly. “Sly—”

  “No!” Chloe shook her head as the panic receded. This was what she wanted—what she’d wanted for so long, she didn’t even know when the fantasy started. She sucked in a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. “I’m okay. Somewhere between green and yellow.”

  Devon retreated back to the chair, nodding. “Ease up a bit, Sly.”

  If they really hated her, they’d be wanting to hurt her, wouldn’t they? They’d ignore what she said and do everything they could to hurt her.

  Sly slapped her butt, sending a sharp zing to her core once more. “She belongs to me and I’ll do whatever I damn well please with her.”

  Another shiver of pleasure moved through her. When Sly started again, he wasn’t quite so rough; this time she could feel what his hands were doing to her, too, could feel his length thrusting in and out, not quite so deep as before. He built his speed, faster and faster as her core tightened. Her thighs pressed in, her stomach condensed—and then an explosion rocked her. She threw her head back and screamed. Sly slapped a hand over her mouth, cursing up a storm, as he emptied into her.

  Sly pushed her onto her stomach, pumping out the last pleasure from both of them before he withdrew. Chloe gasped for breath, every muscle in her body aching. When had she ever orgas
med like that before?

  It was an easy answer—never.

  Sly kissed her shoulders and neck as he withdrew. “Well, that was… better than I thought it would be.”

  The mattress sagged as Devon sat on the edge, smoothing her hair from her shoulders. “How are you feeling, Chloe?”

  “I don’t know,” she replied honestly. “Like I was just fucked by a battering ram.”

  Sly laughed, slapping her butt again. “You enjoyed it.”

  She glanced over her shoulder at him, flushing with embarrassment. Now that it was over, she wanted it again, but the thought of having someone inside her again after that… it hurt too much to think about. Slowly, she pushed herself over and lay on her back, stretching her legs out a little to ease the sting between them.

  “I did enjoy it,” she murmured. “Even if you didn’t make me beg for you to stop.”

  “Next time,” Sly promised with a savage grin. “In the meantime… Devon, wasn’t there something you wanted to do with our prisoner?”

  “There is,” Devon replied, grinning wickedly. “Before I start, though, we have to figure out the non-verbal cues for her colors.”

  Chloe understood what he meant. Her eyes widened and, impossibly, she tightened again. Her clit throbbed as he put her on her knees and tangled his fingers into her hair. He was hard, already showing signs of being ready to climax.

  “You tap my hip for this, okay? Once is green, twice is yellow, three times is red.”

  Chloe nodded.

  Devon smirked. “Now open your mouth.”

  She obeyed. For hours, Sly and Devon traded her between them. It was rough, it was overwhelming, it was painful—and it was the most wonderful experience she had ever had. Chloe hadn’t known that pain and pleasure could be so intimately linked. These two alpha males terrified her in ways she didn’t know how to express, but that only made her want them more. She learned things about her own body with them that a thousand other boyfriends couldn’t have taught her.