by Casey Morgan
“But, Ruby...” Cade started.
“No,” I interrupted. “The only way that I will date either of you is if I get to date both of you at the same time. And that is final.”
I watched the two of them struggle where they stood. My succubus necklace suddenly felt heavy and hot on my chest, and I looked into both of their eyes. I could tell that it was influencing them. That had to be part of the reason that they were both completely in love with me despite only knowing me for a few weeks.
Before either of them opened their mouths to talk, I already knew the answer.
Jasper spoke up, “I want you no matter what, Ruby.”
Cade nodded in agreement, and I smiled, “Okay, then shift for me.”
At my command, they both shifted immediately, laying at my feet. The alpha wolf and polar bear were listening to everything that I had to say. I felt power fill my being as I also shift into my wolf form. They knew exactly what I wanted.
I took off running through the woods, towards the shed that I had found Angie in previously. They were hot on my heels, and I could feel their desire even though I was ahead of them. We all piled into the shed and shifted back into our human forms, sweaty and out of breath.
I eyed them both with desire.
Cade looked at me hungrily, the moonlight casting beautiful shadows along his chiseled face. I could tell the succubus necklace was working its charms on him again. And he wasn’t the only one feeling it. Jasper was eyeing me up and down with obvious interest in his eyes. Their blatant lust made me let out a small giggle. What were they going do? Both fuck me at the same time?
Once the thought entered my head, I couldn’t get it out. It made my stomach do somersaults, and my thighs clenched together involuntarily. I didn’t know if they’d be into it, not many guys I knew would be into sharing a girl with another male, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask, right? After all, they had already pretty much agreed to share me in terms of dating.
Jasper awoke me from my reverie with a gentle touch to my waist, asking, “I think we’ve chased you long enough, love. It’s time we get something in return.”
His tone of voice sent shivers down my spine. The normally sweet, unassuming Jasper had an edge to his voice now that scared me a little bit. Normally I’d expect a tone like that from Cade, but the brown-haired boy was simply looking at me with a fire in his amber eyes, jaw clenched tight. The stare felt primal, and suddenly I was very aware of the scent in the air. Pheromones, practically smelling of sex, completely intoxicating, floating all around the two boys and me. The scent made my head swim, and when I turned back to face Jasper, I was thrown into a world of pleasure.
He began with kissing me deeply, hands wandering over my hips and waist.
Cade moved in slowly, asking, “Do you want us both, Ruby?”
I nodded pathetically, too lost in Jasper’s lips to form a verbal answer.
“Well then, you’ll have us both,” Jasper growled as he pulled away from the kiss.
Cade began assaulting my neck, sucking deep hickeys into the sensitive skin. I was sandwiched between the two men. Jasper teasing my lower lip between his teeth and snaking a hand down the front of my skirt. Cade left marks on my neck and kneaded my ass with his large hands. It was a little overstimulating, to say the least.
I couldn’t believe these two handsome boys were willing to share me like this, willing to make me feel so good between them.
Before I knew it, Jasper had guided me down to my knees, and I was letting his hard cock free from his slacks. It was leaking precum already, and the closer my lips got to wrapping themselves around the head of his cock, the more it swelled. I grinned up at him before taking him into my mouth.
Jasper’s head lolled back, and he let out a breath as I began to swirl my tongue around the sensitive tip of his cock.
Cade stroked my hair with one hand as I sucked Jasper off, rubbing himself through his slacks with his other hand, all the while praising me quietly. “Such a good girl Ruby, such a good girl for us.”
The praise made me lean into Jasper, taking his dick deeper into my mouth. The blonde hissed at the sensation and involuntarily bucked even deeper into my throat, causing me to gag around him a bit. Drool was spilling from my mouth. It dripped down onto my thighs, and with that, Cade took charge.
Cade pulled my hair, jerking my head off of Jasper’s cock. He angled my head so that I was gazing directly up at him, and he said, “Mind if I take my turn? I’ve been waiting so patiently while Jasper here gets all the fun.”
I moaned out an affirmation, but I could tell the comment riled Jasper up a bit. The blonde huffed as he pulled away from me, and I could’ve sworn I saw him roll his eyes. Oh well, pleasing two men at once wasn’t going to go perfectly the first time.
Cade pulled his cock out, and I sighed at the sight, remembering just how good he had stretched me last time.
Jasper took a moment to ease me onto all fours, placing himself behind me and nudging my skirt up, allowing his fingers to drag along the curve of my ass.
I shivered at his touch and brought my attention to Cade’s fully hard member in front of me. I took it one hand and stroked him while I kissed the tip gently. Cade groaned, “Don’t be a tease,” and I squealed a little as Jasper began fingering my already wet pussy, Cade taking the opportunity to push his cock fully into my mouth. We all stayed like this for a while, and I enjoyed the feeling of being filled on both ends. It was perfect.
Suddenly, I felt Jasper trade his fingers for something else, the head of his length pressed against my pussy opening, and I gasped onto Cade, a moan leaving my mouth. Jasper started to fuck me, and I felt the succubus necklace sway between my breasts as he began thrusting.
I was letting out mewls and whines onto Cade’s hard member as I continued to suck him off, and I could tell he was enjoying it by the way he gazed down at me, moving his hips ever so slightly in order to set a rhythm with Jasper’s thrusts.
Soon enough, I was close to my orgasm, but Jasper must have noticed this because he signaled to Cade to switch, flipping me over onto my back. I was splayed out for them to see, and I could feel their hungry gazes trailing over my partially exposed body. My shirt was still on, but it was ridden up over my breasts, showing the black lace bra I was wearing.
Cade ghosted his fingers along the edge of the lace as he positioned himself to enter me. I sighed in satisfaction when he slid into me, and Jasper took this opportunity to tap my chin, whispering, “Open up, beautiful.”
We all finished like this, Cade fucking me in missionary, Jasper cumming into my mouth. It was almost remarkable that we all were able to orgasm within a few moments of each other, and I could feel the succubus necklace quiver on my breast as we all came down from our highs.
“Fuck that was amazing,” Jasper sighed, slowly pulling his slacks back on. Cade nodded in agreement.
“I think sharing her won’t be all bad,” Cade agreed, and I let out a little giggle.
Little did they know it wasn’t likely that they were going to be the only ones sharing me. There were so many other handsome boys at Ironwood and I certainly wasn’t going to limit myself to just two. Who was I to deny them the pleasure of knowing me? And who was I to deny myself their knowledge? With the succubus necklace, I could have them all.
THE END
The Pack’s Downfall
A Silver Wolf Shifter Paranormal Romance
Silver Wolf Shifters Book 2
Copyright © 2019 by Casey Morgan; All Rights Reserved
Chapter One
Tamir
It has not been a good month. In fact, barring the month my parents died, this might be the worst time of my life. My little brother, Pax, has gone off to God knows where, the Stayman werewolf pack is a mess—though no one wants to admit it—and the very worst of it is that I am injured. And it’s not just a little baby injury either, it’s a huge fucking gash and burn on my arm. It’s so bad, I can’t even shift properly. As second in command,
if I can’t shift to wolf form, that makes me pretty useless.
Jesus Christ!
I can’t believe Pax just left the pack like that. I know it’s been a few weeks, but I’m still trying to understand the whole thing. He put all of this chaos in motion for a girl. A human girl! I mean, she was pretty and everything, but I don’t get it. I literally can’t wrap my head around it. We’re his family, that should mean something.
Mini’s just some human he met a couple of weeks ago. I told him to stay away from her. Why didn’t my brother listen to me? All of this could have been avoided if he had just listened to me. He never likes doing what I tell him. It’s aggravating, but it’s what makes him my brother, I guess.
It’s been three weeks since the alpha threw Pax out, and I haven’t heard a single thing from him. That makes me think that he might be mad at me. I’m sure if he wanted to, my brother would find some way to contact me.
Maybe Pax is upset that I didn’t believe whatever tale he was spinning about Mini not being a thief even though she was clearly stealing the map to the Stayman’s silver mine. Maybe Pax’s mad because I tried so hard to keep him away from that girl he was fawning over. Or maybe it’s the fact that I attacked him when he was trying to help her escape, but it was only under Anson’s orders. Pax knows I wouldn’t go against the alpha and that I would have to follow orders. He has to understand that, right?
I don’t fucking know. Maybe I’m just upset that he was able to leave me so easily. We’ve been together ever since he was born, and now we aren’t, so that fucking sucks. When our parents died, I felt like I had to watch over my odd little brother, and that’s what I’ve done for most of my life. I’ve been in charge of him for a long time, and now, all of this mess feels like a huge failure on my part.
And my God damn arm is still smarting!
I’m sure Pax had no idea the silver sword he was swinging would hurt me so badly. I mean, none of us did. My brother would never do anything to cause me grievous harm. Silver isn’t supposed to affect the Stayman’s, but, lo and behold, here I am, weeks later, my arm still out of commission. It’s like everything came crashing down around me, and there really isn’t anything I can do about it.
I feel like my life is literally falling apart.
“What the fuck,” I sigh to myself.
I get up from my bed and go to open the window. It’s too damn dark in my room on the second floor of the manor house, and it is depressing me. I push the blue curtain aside, but it causes a spark of pain to go through my body.
“Shit!”
Of course, I’m stupid enough to use my bad arm. Grabbing at it, I clamp my hand down over the injury, praying that the throbbing pain stops soon.
Am I ever going to get better? I’ve never been injured for this long, and it is starting to get on my last damn nerve. As a werewolf, I’m supposed to be stronger than this. I am stronger than this. Why the fuck am I not this one time?
Glancing out the window, I look outside and see my packmates in wolf form guarding an uneasy line of crates and cars. Our rivals, the Mathis pack, have been camped outside ever since that night that Pax left. We should have listened when he warned us about the vagrants on our land. He’s been signaling about it for weeks, but Anson thought it was more of Pax’s screwing around.
Well, hindsight is twenty / twenty, I guess.
The Mathis’ have been working on getting us out of our stronghold but haven’t succeeded yet. The problem is, I don’t know how much longer we can last. We have a good amount of rations, but it’s not like we can keep this going on forever. Eventually, there is going to be a break in our battle lines. Someone is going to get tired or slip up, and that’s when we’ll be in real trouble. That is, if we aren’t already.
Goddammit! I feel so fucking useless lying in bed up here. I should be helping out, doing what I can to protect the Stayman land, and finding out what the hell is going on. But I can’t shift with this injury. I’m stuck as a useless human, which means there isn’t a damn thing I can do. All I would do is get in the way, and the pack really doesn’t need more problems right now.
Ugh, I couldn’t be more frustrated!
And, to top it all off, I am frustrated that I am frustrated. It’s a never-ending, god damn circle.
I’m staring out of the window when there is a knock at the door. Why is anyone visiting me right now? It became very apparent to the pack a while ago that I didn’t want to interact with anyone, which wasn’t much of a problem because everyone got super busy with the whole Mathis pack trying to push us off of our land.
Anyway, I don’t need any company right now. I’m just not in the mood for it.
“Go away,” I yell. It’s a little gruff, but I don’t necessarily care.
I’m allowed to feel a bit grumpy, considering. And whoever it is should go take care of more pressing matters. It’s not like I’m going anywhere. I’ve been stationed in my room for three weeks, and probably will be here for another three weeks.
My bedroom door opens anyway, despite me clearly not wanting anyone to come in here. I turn and see that it’s Kenzie, the pack medic. She’s been tending to me ever since I got this injury. She’s not the worst company, but that really isn’t saying much. She’s a little pushy, and I honestly would rather she not be in here. I don’t need to be pushed. What I need is to get better, and Kenzie’s techniques haven’t been doing much for me anyway.
Doorknob still in her hand, she glares up at me with haughty, ice-blue eyes. “You need to have that bandage changed, so I’m coming in regardless of what you want. There are things more important than what you want,” she mumbles that last part.
That’s Kenzie for you, bitchy. For the most part, I’ve avoided talking to her too much since, thankfully, I’ve never really needed a medic. Plus, she’s always kind of annoyed me with her gruff attitude—something that totally isn’t necessary.
The medic’s family joined our pack when she was a kid, and all she ever did was argue with everyone all of the time. Pax thought it was amusing, I just thought she was doing it on purpose to get under everyone’s skin. Whatever her reasons, it got on my last damn nerve, so I started avoiding her as much as I could.
Kenzie did put a few assholes in their place every so often, though, so it wasn’t all bad.
I watch as the medic stomps into my room, glancing around like someone might be hiding, all the while looking like it smells bad in here, which it doesn’t.
Maybe Pax liked her because they’re so similar. He liked to go against the tide as well. It’s the whole reason he left the pack—something I don’t want to be thinking about.
Kenzie being here is making me all sad and annoyed. I don’t need to be feeling all of these emotions. What I need is to get my strength back up.
“Get lost, Kenzie,” I snap, leaning against the window and trying to cross my arms defensively over my chest. It’s a gesture that doesn’t work with the burned arm, and it causes me to flinch embarrassingly. “I don’t need you here. My dressing will be fine for a couple more hours.”
Kenzie makes a face at me, raising her full, red lips in a scowl and rolling her stunning eyes. The girl would be pretty is she wasn’t such a shrew.
Despite my protests, the medic does nothing to leave. In fact, she starts taking all kinds of bandages and medical creams out of her pack, placing them on my nightstand. She really doesn’t give a fuck what I say.
“First of all, you do need me here because I am the medic, and you are injured. Secondly, it’s up to me to decide when it’s the right time to change your dressing. And thirdly, it’s not healthy being all cooped up with no one to talk to. Just accept my required company and get over yourself. It’s not like I am jumping for joy given the situation.”
This girl is really about to stand there and talk down to me like that—ignoring that I am the second in command here. It’s been almost three weeks of this. My annoyance is starting to grow into something a little bit more passionate.
Maybe I am grumpy, and I’m taking it out on Kenzie, but my goodness, she just doesn’t know when to shut up. I don’t know how much longer I can take this.
“Anyway,” she starts, touching the various containers carefully, “I’ve got some new formulas to try out on that nasty wound of yours. I’ve been thinking so much about what could possibly make it better, and I think I finally found the right combination that will make it go away.”
Her mouth keeps moving and moving, but I don’t care what she’s talking about because it’s been three weeks of this absolute nonsense. Kenzie is always saying how she thinks whatever she has is going to work this time, but it never does.
“Look, Kenzie. I don’t—”
She interrupts me by coming over, brushing her long blonde hair over her shoulder, and grabbing my hand, trying to pull me towards the bed. She’s almost a foot shorter than I am, but she still seems to think she can jerk me around.
I pull my arm away, my temper inflamed. “Why don’t you just stop?! Nothing has worked, and I’d rather you leave me alone. I’m getting tired of all of this bullshit.”
“Well, Tamir,” she grabs my arm again, emphasizing my name. “I don’t think I can do that because I take my job very seriously, and I’m not about to let you rot away up here, so sit down on the bed and let me take care of you,” she spits at me through clenched teeth. Ice blue eyes stare up at me, looking as cold as the artic. The medic can be pretty ferocious when she wants to.
She pulls me to the bed, not giving me much of a choice. Fighting back would just cause way more problems. Maybe if I manage to sit quietly, then she’ll go away a lot faster. I sit on the edge. I don’t want to be here, but I’ll do what she wants for now. As long as Kenzie doesn’t do anything too irritating.
The medic takes my bad arm, unwrapping the old dressing. She turns it over to get a better look at the wound. Even after three weeks, it looks horrible. I’m actually starting to worry I might not heal. I’m pretty sure even humans heal faster than this. I wouldn’t know because I’ve never been this vulnerable before, but something is most definitely not right. Even more troubling is considering whatever far-reaching consequences this might have.