Van, Becca - Set Me Free [Pack Law 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Becca Van

  Their unique were powers would be more enhanced now, and they would be able to communicate with Michelle telepathically over time. They also wouldn’t want to be away from their mate for any extended length of time. Once mated he and his brothers would want to make love with Michelle often and have her by their side constantly. If she ever left them they would suffer a slow, agonizing death and they would leave a pack behind without any direction. Jonah saw Brock rise to his feet and shred his clothes from his body. It was obvious he was in a frenzy of need just like he and Mikhail were. Brock climbed back onto the bed, and he and Mikhail helped their mate over onto her back, mindful of her injured arm. Jonah reached out and grasped her ankles in his hands and spread her legs. She tried to thwart him, but she wasn’t strong enough. He slid the palms of his hands up the inside of her calves and the silky skin of her thighs. He gently pried her legs wider, moved his nose closer to her cunt, and breathed deeply. Her musky scent called to him, and he lowered his head between her thighs.

  Jonah slid his tongue into her creamy flesh and licked her from top to bottom. The taste of her cream sliding over his tongue made him growl into her flesh, then he stabbed his tongue into her tight cunt hole to gather more. He swallowed her essence as he lapped and twirled his longer were-tongue into the depths of her sheath. She was salty and sweet, and he knew he could spend hours eating out her pussy. The sounds she made as he made love to her with his mouth only heightened his need for more. He opened his eyes as he slid his tongue up through her delicate folds and flicked her clit as he saw his brothers sucking on her nipples. He couldn’t see her face because her neck was arched, pushing her head further into the pillow she was resting on.

  Jonah sucked her clit into his mouth and pushed one of his fingers into her tight, wet heat. Her vaginal walls rippled around his digit, which had him at the brink of his control. He eased his mouth away from her cunt, withdrew his finger, and moved his body into a sitting position between her splayed thighs. He grabbed the base of his hard cock in his hand and pumped it a few times, before he aimed for her small hole. Her flesh enveloped the head of his cock, and it was pure nirvana. He heard her whimper and knew she was having trouble adjusting to his size, so he reached for her clit and began to massage the small bundle of nerves with his thumb. He groaned as her skin stretched and her muscles relaxed enough for the tip of his rod to slide into her sheath. He held still, letting his mate become accustomed to the intrusion, all the while lightly massaging her clit.

  He began to pump his hips, only moving in small, shallow thrusts but gaining a little more depth each time. His brothers were taking turns devouring her mouth and nipples, keeping her arousal at its highest level without pushing her over the edge. He slid in more and more, his thrusting hips taking his cock deeper with every slide and glide in and out of her flesh. He froze when he felt his cock hit her tight muscles and looked down to their joined flesh to see he was only halfway in his mate’s body. He let out a howl of possessiveness and joy, knowing for a fact his mate had never been with another man. He had suspected as much by her uptight persona but hadn’t really known for sure. Until now.

  Jonah carefully slid his legs beneath Michelle’s and pulled her thighs wide. He moved his body over hers and shoved his brothers to the side. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with passion, her lips swollen from his brothers’ kisses, and her nipples moist and hard. He lowered his head to hers and gave her a kiss so carnal they both went up in flames. He held her hips still between his hands as he kissed her, slid his cock head to the entrance of her cunt, and slowly slid back in all the way. He didn’t stop, capturing his mate’s small whimper of discomfort in his mouth, and then froze when he was embedded balls-deep in her tight, rippling cunt.

  Jonah released her mouth and stared down into her eyes. When she shifted beneath him with a wiggle of her hips and moaned at the sensation, he couldn’t hold still for another moment. He eased his cock from her body until just his head was inside her, and then he pushed back in. With every slide and glide of his cock in and out of her tight, wet cunt, he slowly increased the pace. It wasn’t long before he could feel his balls slapping against her ass as he thrust in and out of her body. He slid his hands beneath her ass and lifted her hips up into his as he taught her his rhythm. She caught on quickly, and instead of him pulling her into him, he began to knead the globes of her ass as she met him thrust for thrust. He could feel her internal muscles fluttering along the length of his hard shaft and knew she was close. He slammed his hips into hers, making sure he contacted with her clit with each thrust. He growled long and low in his chest as his mate’s cunt clamped down on his cock, the feel of her liquid release on his flesh making him pump faster.

  He thrust two, three, four more times, threw his head back, and howled as he emptied his seed into her body. He held still, gripping her hips firmly until the last of his load spewed from the end of his cock. He collapsed down on her but braced his weight on his arms, careful not to crush her. He kissed her long and hard then withdrew his cock and mouth from her at the same time. He rolled to the side of her, inadvertently knocking Mikhail off the edge of the bed. The sound of his brother growling as his ass hit the floor sent him into roars of laughter. He was so happy, he felt as if he could take on the world and win. He turned his head to the side to see Michelle staring at him in wonder. She was obviously surprised he did indeed have a sense of humor.

  He fell in love with her there and then. He knew he would never be able to survive without his mate by his side and had no intention of doing so.

  Chapter Nine

  Michelle couldn’t believe she’d just had sex. Had just given her virginity away as if it was nothing. To see Jonah laughing like a loon beside her made her feel uncomfortable, because she wasn’t sure if he was laughing at her or if it was because she hadn’t put up much of a fight. She had goaded Jonah into making love with her, practically begged with her body for him to take her. She had feelings for these three men, but didn’t want to. They had wormed their way into her heart before she knew they were there. She was so stupid. She should have left when she’d had the chance. She had given away her body as well as her heart.

  She felt tears well up and knew she was going to cry. She hated to cry in front of anyone. She blinked a few times, trying to keep the moisture welling in her eyes at bay, but that only made the tears spill over and run down her cheeks. She surged up onto her feet on the mattress, jumped over the top of Brock, and landed on the floor with a thud. She stumbled but was relieved she stayed upright and ran to the bathroom. She slammed the door behind her, the lock snicking into place. She turned on the shower and got in under the steaming water, heedless of the plaster cast on her arm. The first sob hit hard, taking her to her knees. She wrapped her arms around her body and then laughed hysterically at the once-firm cast on her arm. It was now a soggy mass of goop, dripping down into the base of the shower. Her arm wasn’t even hurting anymore, and she wondered if it had truly been broken or if that had just been a ploy to keep her here. She laughed and cried, letting the water mix with her tears.

  She screamed and jumped, slipping on the slick base of the shower, and landed on her ass when the door cracked and crashed open. She looked through the fog-shrouded glass to see three very concerned and pissed-off males. And they were all totally naked. Brock and Mikhail were sporting the biggest erections she’d ever seen in real life, and Jonah’s cock was twitching to life again. She pushed herself back into the corner of the shower and watched them with trepidation. They walked toward her with predatory grace, their cocks bobbing up and down and side to side as they moved. They obviously didn’t care they were naked.

  Michelle eyed Brock warily as he reached for the shower door and swung it open. He stepped inside the large cubicle and crouched down in front of her.

  “What’s wrong, baby? Why did you run? Why are you crying?” he asked and gently reached out to tilt her face up.

  Michelle didn’t want him to be nice to her. T
hat only seemed to make the tears fall faster. She didn’t know if she could explain the way she felt. She’d been buried so deep for so long, she was confused about what these three men made her feel. And they were werewolves, for God’s sake. She’d only ever thought werewolves were fiction. To find out they were real, and that she was mate to three of them, was just too much to comprehend.

  “I don’t know,” Michelle whispered then hiccupped. She laughed at the inelegant sound she made. She hated to cry in public. She wasn’t prim and proper when she cried. She was undisciplined and inelegant.

  “Talk to me, Michelle. We can’t help you if we don’t know what’s wrong,” Brock reiterated.

  “He laughed at me.” Michelle groaned then covered her face with her hands. She snorted as the plaster on her hands squished under her face.

  “Look at me, Michelle,” Jonah commanded.

  Michelle lifted her eyes in time to see Jonah shove Brock aside, making room for him to step into the shower cubicle as well. Luckily it was so huge. Otherwise they would all be plastered up against one another.

  “I wasn’t laughing at you, darlin’,” Jonah said, reaching out to cup her cheek. “I was laughing because marking you, then claiming you as my mate with my body, had me so filled up with joy, I just…couldn’t contain my emotions. You have no idea how long we’ve waited to meet you, our mate. We had almost given up hope of ever finding you. You’ve given us a precious gift, darlin’. I will always treasure the memory of taking your virginity.”

  Michelle swallowed around the tight lump of emotion in her chest. She couldn’t believe such an arrogant alpha male was talking to her about his feelings. She’d never expected such profound words from Jonah. She knew she probably looked like a fish out of water when she realized her mouth was gaping open. She closed her mouth with an audible snap as her teeth connected. She could still see the three men were concerned for her emotional well-being and didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t tell them she was full of joy at having given her body, her virginity to Jonah. So she didn’t reply at all, just sat there in the base of the shower and stared.

  Brock reached out toward her and took her injured hand between his two hands. The sound of him laughing as the cast made a squelching noise had her smiling up at him.

  “How does your arm feel, baby?”

  “Good. It doesn’t hurt at all anymore. Are you sure it was broken?” Michelle asked uncertainly.

  “Yeah, baby. We’ve claimed you, marked you. Our DNA is mixing with yours, and you will find you’ll heal a lot faster than you would have normally. Your sight and hearing will be more acute, as will your sense of smell. You’ll feel stronger and will be healthier than you’ve ever been in your life. Let’s get this mess off you. Just be careful you don’t overdo it and hurt yourself. You aren’t quite healed properly yet and probably won’t be until the morning.”

  Michelle held still as Brock slid the soft goop from her arm. He then picked up the shower gel, squirted some into the palm of his hand, and gently washed the residue from her skin.

  “I can wash myself, you know.”

  “I know you can, baby. Indulge me. I love taking care of you. We all do,” Brock replied.

  Michelle stood at his urging and let the water stream over her as he washed her, rinsing the suds down the drain. When he was done, he placed the sponge back on the shelf and reached for the shampoo. Michelle moaned under his gentle ministrations as he massaged her scalp and then down the long length of her hair. He pulled her back into the stream and rinsed her hair clean. Then he reached around her and turned the faucets off. He held her elbow as he guided her into the waiting arms of Mikhail.

  Mikhail had a large towel ready and wrapped it around her body. He reached for another towel and began to gently rub her hair dry. Once done, he picked her up and set her ass down on the bathroom counter, in between the double sinks. He bent down, rummaged in a cupboard, and stood back up, hair dryer in hand. Michelle had never had anyone play with her hair or head before, and couldn’t prevent her moan of delight as Mikhail finger combed her hair and he ran the hot air from the dryer over its length. She’d never felt so pampered or cared for before and wasn’t sure what to make of it. Of course, she liked it, but was too afraid to get used to it. For all she knew these three men could change their minds and end up discarding her just like they had Kirsten. Since there was nothing she could do about it now, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations. It wasn’t long before the hair dryer was turned off and put away.

  “Do you know how gorgeous you are? You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.” Mikhail growled against her ear.

  “How can you say that? It’s not true,” Michelle replied.

  “Oh, honey. Yes it is. Come here and I’ll show you,” Mikhail said in a low voice, holding his hands out to her.

  Michelle reached toward him and let him lift her down from the counter. He turned her around by placing his hands on her shoulders and met her eyes in the mirror on the wall.

  “I’ll tell you what I see,” Mikhail began.

  Michelle watched hesitantly as he reached up between her breasts and pulled the end of the towel from where she had tucked it in. He pulled the towel from her body and stood staring at her image as she stared at his face.

  “I see a fiery, passionate woman, petite in stature, but with luscious, full breasts, a tiny waist I could span with my hands, and nice, rounded hips. She has long brown hair with streaks of gold and red fire running through it and full, pouty lips, which make a man want to devour them. She has the lightest, greenest eyes I have ever seen and skin so soft and creamy pale, it’s almost translucent.

  “She is compassionate and will always stand up for the underdog because she has been the underdog most of her life. She is prim and proper on the surface, almost to the point of being a prude. She covers herself with shapeless clothes to hide her real personality. But underneath all that she is a real firecracker. If she would only let herself go totally, she’d be real wild. Just the way I like my women. She’s scared because she’s never had anyone to rely on. She’s had no one to give her hugs, or take her pain away.

  “She is the most beautiful, sexy woman I have ever laid eyes on.”

  Michelle had tears streaming from her eyes. She had only known these men for such a short amount of time, no more than twenty-four hours, and they already had her pegged. To hear Mikhail talking about her like that, with reverence in his voice, had her heart filling with love. She looked into his silver-gray eyes and saw the sincerity behind his words. Her eyes slid to Brock then to Jonah, and they each had gentle smiles on their faces as they nodded their agreement. She’d never felt so loved and cherished in her life. She had seen the way these men looked at her, but had ignored it. She had hoped to keep her heart locked away from them but that hadn’t worked. They had just shattered those barriers to pieces with their lovemaking and words.

  She could see the love they had for her shining out at her and knew she wouldn’t be able to leave them. Not ever. She had deep feelings for them but still wasn’t sure if it was love, and couldn’t say the words yet. It was too soon, and she wanted to be sure what she was feeling was love and not just happiness at being loved for the first time in her life for who she was. She turned around and wrapped her arms around Mikhail’s waist, giving him a hard squeeze, and she placed her forehead on his chest. The sound of his strong heart nearby was a comforting sound. One she knew she would never tire of.

  Michelle gave a protesting squeak as Mikhail picked her up in his arms and strode back to the bedroom. He laid her down in the center of the mattress and followed her down.

  Chapter Ten

  “You are so special, Michelle.”

  Mikhail covered his mate’s body with his own and kissed away the tears on her cheeks. Then he lifted his head and stared down into her light-green eyes. He could see the growing love she felt for him shining back at him, but knew she wasn’t ready for any heartfelt declarations
as yet. He lowered his mouth to hers and thrust his tongue in between her full, pouty lips. The taste of her swept through his bloodstream, firing his arousal to flash point, but he knew she wasn’t ready yet. He tangled his tongue with hers, mating with her mouth until neither of them could breathe.

  He kissed and licked his way down her neck, nibbling on her flesh as he went. He reached her chest and sucked a nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue until it stood up hard, begging for more of his touch. He released that nipple and nuzzled his way over to the other one. He sucked it into his mouth and gave it the same treatment until it, too, was standing up at attention.

  He licked and sucked his way down over her flat belly, using his knees to pry her legs apart, and slid his hands beneath her, grabbing handfuls of her ass and kneading the soft globes. He slid down a little further and sucked her clit into his mouth. The sounds she made as he loved her with his mouth only spurred him on to drive her higher into the flames. He released her clit and licked down through her now-slick folds, the scent of her musky arousal taking him to the limit of his control. He fucked her with his tongue, knowing his saliva would help heal any soreness she had left from his brother making love to her. When he felt the walls of her cunt shiver and clench around his elongated tongue he knew she was close to climax.

  Mikhail reluctantly withdrew his tongue and moved back up over his mate. He took her mouth with his at the same time he surged into her body, only stopping when he was balls-deep. He held still as her flesh rippled around his hard cock and waited for the pressure to ease. He knew if he began to move too soon, he would reach his release way too early. He weaned his mouth from hers as her grip around his hard shaft lessened and watched her face as he began to move.