Werewolf U

by Brenna Lyons

  Samara realized the servants were standing there, seemingly waiting for her to say or ask something else. "Thank you."

  The one who'd addressed her smiled and nodded. In moments, the dressers and tables in the room were covered in gifts. The male servants left the room and closed the door behind them.

  Samara sighed. "I suppose I should write thank-you notes to everyone." It was one of the many courtesies her mother had drilled into her.

  "When you feel up to it." Marietta dismissed her concern with a flitting of one hand. "If you wish, I can make a list of the gifts and who sent them to make it easier."

  "That would be nice. Thank you."

  Marietta pulled a pen and tablet out of the desk drawer and started recording the information. "Is there anything you would like closer to the bed?"

  "The lavender…and maybe a few of the stuffed animals?"

  Marietta smiled. "The lavender is from James and Jason."

  "How did they know…?"

  "That it's your favorite?"

  Samara nodded.

  "My two best guesses are that they either realized you favor soaps and perfumes that include the scent or they saw you in the gardens. You tend to sit by the lavender."

  "I suppose that makes sense." And it means they've been paying attention to what I like. Samara couldn't decide if that bothered her or impressed her. Think about it later. She scanned her gaze along the gifts, wondering what the boxes held.

  "Oh, here is something from Christiana and her family."

  "Has anyone checked it for poison?" The question was out before Samara considered how rude it might sound. Who cares! She stabbed me.

  Marietta stiffened. "She wouldn't dare!"

  "Oh, she dares a lot."

  "True, but I doubt that will continue."

  "Was she at least punished?"

  Marietta shot her a look of disbelief. "Of course. Though all evidence points to her making a mistake—"

  "Please tell me you're not defending her." Are you kidding me? Seriously?

  "No. Nothing like that. And I fully endorse her being expelled, as she was." She hurried over to the bed, the tablet in one hand and a box in the other. "You see… Christiana had two types of daggers. The one she used was lethal, but she'd thought she grabbed the nonlethal one…a trick blade, I believe they call them. She meant to scare you, not kill you."

  "And you actually believe that?"

  Her expression hardened. "Even Christiana wouldn't lie to the Alpha."

  "Mr. Galvani?"

  "No. He's the Alpha Maestro…the head teacher. The Alpha is…"

  "The head of our people?" Samara guessed.

  That seemed to shock her. "Yes. You know about our people now?"

  "Eva was telling me about them when Christiana attacked me. I haven't learned much yet. I guess I should."

  "Yes. Absolutely."

  "Do you know who my father is?"

  Marietta went stock-still. "It is not my place to impart such information to you."

  She didn't say she didn't know. She only said it wasn't her place to tell me. "So, you know, but—"

  "Oh, look. They gave you McKinnon's candies. Those are the best."

  She's afraid. She can't tell me, and she's afraid to let me know why she can't tell me. Samara decided to drop it. For now.

  The scent from the box taunted her. "I can't eat chocolate. I'm—"

  "Allergic. I know. I let anyone who asked know as well. McKinnon's makes the best carob candies. Nearly indistinguishable from chocolate in taste, but won't set off allergies."

  "Christiana actually asked that question?" It didn't sound like her.

  "Her father, Marcus. He's a lovely man. He would like to offer his apologies personally, when you're feeling better."

  She'd expected as much. "Maybe."

  "Would you like to try a carob?"

  Samara smiled. "I'm sure Benjamin wouldn't approve."

  Marietta leaned closer and offered a conspiratorial smile. "I am sure I'm not going to tell him. Are you?"

  "No." Still, she hesitated.

  "I'm sure Marcus bought them. I can guarantee they are safe."

  I may not trust Christiana, but I can probably trust Marcus. It made no sense to come to that conclusion, but she felt it was correct. It's most likely because Marietta trusts him.

  "I'll give it a try."

  * * * *

  "Do you need anything else?" Marietta asked.

  "No thank you." Samara tried not to sound as nervous as she felt. I probably failed.

  If that was true, Marietta showed no sign of it, and Samara breathed a sigh of relief.

  "Thank you for the popcorn, Marietta." Jason popped another piece in his mouth.

  She shot him a smile. "Let me know if you need anything." With that, she turned on her heel and strode away.

  Samara forced herself to take several calming breaths.

  "Not yet." James smoothed a hand across her cheek. "Give Marietta time to settle into her own rooms."

  "And what do we do?" she whispered.

  "Watch a movie."

  Laughter bubbled up from inside her.

  Jason put the DVD in, then returned to the bed. The two of them curled up on either side of her. It was comfortable and exhilarating at the same time.

  The movie was in Italian with English subtitles, so she focused on it, trying to follow the plot instead of obsessing over what she'd decided to do.

  And with two men, no less. What am I thinking? The answer to that was simple enough. She was thinking how hot they were. She'd wanted a piece of them for a week. And now I'm going to get the taste I want.

  Twenty minutes into the film, Samara guessed why they'd chosen it. The couple on screen had decided to go skinny-dipping. Vincent dropped his trousers. Unlike most American movies, there wasn't a cut-away. She had a full-view of his tight ass, then of his half-erect cock surrounded by a thick nest of black curls.

  Samara glanced at her partners' cocks, hard behind the sleep pants they'd worn to her room for the movie. She looked back at the screen, torn between hoping they didn't notice and hoping they did.

  It seemed James never missed anything.

  He leaned close to whisper to her. "Do you want to see ours?"

  "Yes," she admitted.

  They stripped off their sleep pants and tossed them aside before she could catch her breath. The movie abandoned, she scanned their bodies, hungrily.

  As she'd guessed earlier, they were muscular, without excess fat anywhere she could see. Their cocks were long and hard. Both much bigger than the actor they'd been watching. Droplets of clear liquid dotted the slits in the heads.

  "If you're comparing…" Jason teased. He trailed one finger down her arm, raising goose bumps in his wake. "I'm longer, but James is thicker."

  Damn. They know just what to say to turn me on.

  James reached down and levered his cock up. Jason followed suit.

  Samara compared their dimensions. He didn't lie about that.

  In a daze, she reached for James's cock. He groaned at the feeling of her fingertips sliding down the thick veins on the underside of his length. The fluids slipped lazily down the foreskin, and she rubbed at the slit, testing its feel.

  "You're making James feel really good." Jason laid a kiss on her shoulder.

  And ignoring Jason. As little knowledge as she had about a threesome, Samara was fairly certain giving unequal attention to one or the other was bad news.

  She did the same for Jason, shivering at his moans and pleas for more.

  Jason reached a hand between her thighs, stroking at the gathering wetness moistening the silky fabric. "You are so hot."

  "Maybe you need to bathe me again." It was out before she thought about what she was saying.

  "Not tonight," James replied.

  "At least…not yet." Jason's tone said he'd like bathing her.

  Good. Because that's not what I want.

  Jason sat up, threaded his fingers in her
hair, and parted Samara's lips in a slow, deep kiss. James trailed his hands up and down her chest and abdomen. Her arousal stepped up, notch after notch, and the kiss heated in response.

  "My turn," James grumbled.

  Jason released her mouth, and James turned her toward him. There was no slow start with him; James's engine was running, and he was clearly in high gear.

  Jason leaned back and eased Samara to his chest. James leaned with her. While James plundered her mouth, Jason slipped a hand under her pajama top and cupped a breast.

  Oh, yes! Her entire body burned and begged for more of them.

  As if he could hear it, Jason swore a blue streak. He pulled his hand from beneath her top and started unbuttoning it. She arched up, driving her now-bare breasts against James's chest.

  Jason stripped the top off and tossed it off the bed. He cupped both breasts in his hands, teasing at the nipples. The calluses on his thumbs pulled and massaged with each pass.

  "You have got to feel these beautiful breasts, brother."

  The kiss was over that quickly. Samara lounged against Jason, her senses reeling, while both brothers fondled a breast apiece.

  "I say we share her." It wasn't a question; James fully intended to, and his tone said he didn't intend to open it to discussion.

  "Oh, yes." That was what she'd wanted since she first saw them.

  Jason slipped from behind her, and they lowered her to the mattress together. Before her senses righted themselves, each of them had a breast in his mouth—sucking, licking, and nipping at the tender tips and the surrounding flesh. Samara wrapped a hand around each of their necks, encouraging them.

  One of them worked a hand down the front of her pajama pants, then beneath the panties.

  James. She spread her legs as far as she could between their bodies.

  He took the hint and made designs in her pubic curls, moving lower and lower, until he circled her clit. Samara cried out harshly, then tensed in anticipation of Marietta rushing in to find them in flagrante delicto.

  "Marietta likes us," Jason reminded her.

  Samara wasn't sure how she felt about Marietta knowing her sexual exploits. Especially this one.

  Who am I kidding? She's not going to miss anything that happens in this room. That much was a given.

  James stroked her clit again, a silent reminder of where they'd left off. It wasn't silent for long. Samara moaned.

  He started working her pajama bottoms and panties down together.

  Jason urged him on. "We really don't need those."

  Samara tried to convince herself that she should be offended by the way they handled her. Why should I do that? This is what I wanted. Nearly, anyway.

  James pitched her clothing away, leaving her as nude as they were. He spread her legs, seemingly rapt on the view. "Even better than I imagined."

  That was reassuring to hear.

  "I think we should share her again, Jason."

  Samara gasped at Jason's abrupt movement. Before she could decide what to ask, they'd levered her legs up and out.

  Two tongues played between, searching out every crease and plane. One backed away slightly to allow the other to suck, then they switched places.

  Her heart hammered, and the tension inside reached a painfully sweet razor edge. Realization that was she was about to come made her balk. "No. Stop. I'm going to—" Samara wondered if they would push her over, just to prove they could.

  It seemed that wasn't in her game plan. Both backed off in a hurry. Jason moved toward her head, and James positioned himself between her thighs.

  "Not without us," he grumbled.

  Then he was inside her, filling Samara as she'd fantasized he would. There were so many overlapping sensations—Pleasure. Pressure. Pain. The drumbeat of need—Samara couldn't make sense of them. The sudden need to push him off assaulted her.

  Jason grasped her wrists and laid a kiss on her forehead. "You don't need to fear us, Samara."

  She relaxed, and James started thrusting. In moments, her arousal had rocketed toward climax again. And this is only one of them.

  * * * *

  James breathed deeply, savoring her scent. Blood. We're her first. Her only!

  Her lunge toward him came so fast, he might have taken on scars, had Jason not captured and soothed her so quickly.

  It wasn't completely unexpected, he supposed. A she-wolf's first sexual experience was confusing for her and often resulted in her first partial shift.

  It wasn't her first. Memories of Christiana's attack brought his fang tips out. By the Night Mother, we're lucky Samara never took a human lover…and was never attacked by an armed combatant. She might have gutted him in the rush of the shift.

  The need to make her come was instinctual, and she'd forced his wolf to the surface. James started moving, rapt on the proof of her wolf heritage so apparent in her features.

  He'd seen her golden eyes, the mouthful of deadly teeth, and her thickened fingernail-claws when she'd been stabbed with the Hunter's Fang. The blade was designed to prove wolfhood as it killed their kind.

  But her ears hadn't shifted last time. The sight of the tufted tips, peeking through her hair, confirmed that she was fully engaged in the sex.

  One thrust led to another and another. Her inner muscles fluttered, then clamped rhythmically. Her moans turned to screams of delight. She came around him, prompting James to follow her over. He howled in triumph, emptying his sac into her in spasms.

  "Jason," she pleaded.

  He met his brother's eyes and smiled. There had been the slight chance she would refuse the younger brother this time. It was good that she hadn't. The last thing they needed was jealousy in the pairing.

  James eased out of her, shushing Samara's protest with a kiss brushed against her lips. He switched places with Jason, his mouth going dry at the sight of his younger twin sliding home inside their mate.

  His cock twitched, coming erect for more she might or might not grant him tonight. He hadn't realized how exciting watching her take Jason's length would be, and James wondered if Jason felt the same when their places were reversed.

  "I want to feel both of you," she pleaded. "Like when you were bathing me."

  Jason snapped his head up. "Lift her." His brother usually deferred to James, but the scent and feel of their mate had brought out the full Alpha tendencies in Jason.

  James didn't hesitate. They'd discussed this already. They didn't want to rush Samara to double penetration, but it was natural for an Alpha female to want to feel both mates touching her. Especially since we've already introduced her to the sensation.

  He snuggled to Samara's back, savoring every movement as Jason thrust into her. James pressed kisses to her neck and shoulders, shivering at the idea of laying his fangs instead.

  Jason pushed her tighter between them, and the scent of his brother's blood assaulted him.

  James forced his eyes open in shock and disbelief. She hasn't started the blood exchange already.

  Samara hadn't. She was raking Jason's back with her claws.

  Lucky bastard.

  Jason stepped up his pace. "You have such a lovely little pussy."

  Samara didn't miss a beat. "All the better to take two big cocks."

  James's cock responded to the compliment, releasing more cum onto her lower back in a spate of aftershocks.

  That spelled the end for her. Samara climaxed again with a shout and Jason indulged in response.

  They came down to earth slowly, hands trailing over bodies. Her ear tips retreated, and his fangs did the same.

  The time will come. Eventually, her instincts will demand Samara taste our blood. The question was, would she learn about their world another way first? If she didn't, the event could traumatize her. Damn Sebastian's rules.

  Samara took a deep breath and they lowered her to the mattress. Jason's attempt to join her short-circuited at her statement.

  "We shouldn't. We might fall asleep."

  James b
it back his frustration. Marietta is a servant, damn it. And she's a wolf. She knows what traditionally happens when Alpha males join the Alpha female in her bed.

  Jason nodded. "As you wish, Samara. We will bring your class work for you after breakfast, if that is acceptable to you."

  She smiled. "I'd like that."

  They left the bed and tucked her in. James scooped up Samara's clothing and tossed it in the hamper. He grabbed Jason's sleep pants and prepared to lob them in his brother's direction. Jason had already tossed James's pants over his shoulder.

  He doesn't want Samara to see his back. Smart move, brother. James did the same with the pants he held. He forced a smile to his face. "See you tomorrow."

  "Absolutely." The invitation underlying that single word was impossible to miss.

  "Good night to you, Samara." While she'd been focused on James, his brother had moved halfway toward the door.

  Jason waited until James was between him and Samara before he turned his back to her. James stared at the scratches weeping blood as they walked away. They would be healed by morning, but James didn't question that Jason would relish every moment he could feel them.

  I would if it was me.

  They closed the door behind them and came face-to-face with Marietta.

  James straightened, well aware of how they looked—sweat-misted, their cocks half-erect and coated in sex fluids and Samara's blood.

  She has no right to judge. She knows what is expected.

  "Why are you leaving her?" she whispered harshly.

  James reminded himself not to snap at her. "She doesn't know our laws and traditions. Samara is nervous about falling asleep together. She's afraid of what you will think or say."

  Marietta shook her head in frustration. He didn't question what she was thinking. If it wasn't for Sebastian, they could simply tell Samara.

  Tell her. Show her. Reassure her. Seduce her to her destiny.

  "What next?"

  Thankfully, she deferred to them. James was in no mood to take orders.

  Jason shrugged. "We study with her tomorrow. We work toward putting her at ease. We wait for an opportunity to tell her who and what she is." He turned away and started down the stairs.

  Marietta gaped at his retreating back, then hid a giggle behind her hand.