by Emilia Rose
In nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants that clung to his hard-on, Mars leaned against our bed and crossed his muscular arms over his chest. Moonlight flooded in through the curtains, glistening off his sculpted abdomen. Something about him looked and seemed different tonight. I’d finally seen him as more than just an alpha tonight. He was a man, a damn good man, and would be a father to our pups one day. But most of all, he was mine.
“Ruffles?” he asked.
“She’s fine,” I whispered, trying to control my wolf who wanted to tear off his clothes and let him fill us with load after load of cum until I carried his pups in my belly. My cheeks flushed at the thought of Mars and Ares becoming even more possessive of me, knowing that his pups were growing inside of me.
“Mate,” my wolf said through my mind. “Mate now. Pups now.”
“Not—”
Before I could finish the thought, she took control of me and let out a possessive growl, staring our mate down like any she-wolf would in heat. Except we weren’t in heat. We just craved him to be inside of us again. It had been way too long.
“Is my Kitten hungry?” Mars asked, his wolf recognizing mine. Brown eyes turning golden, he lay back on the bed with his legs hanging off the edge and one hand grasping his hard cock through his pants.
I clenched, heat gathering between my legs, and nodded at his throbbing cock. “Yes, Alpha.”
“Eyes,” he ordered, cocking a finger to his face. “Show them to me.”
When I lifted my gaze to him and saw the wolfish fiend in his golden irises, my heart raced. Goddess, I wanted him to ruin every part of my body, to make me his, and to force me to surrender to the alpha inside him.
“Show me how hungry you are for this.” He groped his cock through his pants, lifted it slightly, and let it smack against his hips with a thud. “Get on your knees.”
I knelt, aching for his cock.
Mars smirked and stroked his bulge. “Crawl to me.”
Crawling to him on all fours, I kept my eyes on his and watched his gaze slide from my face to my tits to my ass as it swayed. My juices coated my pussy lips, making me wet and ready and needy for him.
“Take off the shirt,” he ordered when I knelt between his legs, “before I ruin that pretty face of yours.”
After tugging off my shirt and bra, I let my tits bounce against his thighs. He moved closer to the edge of the bed, and I placed my hand over his to stroke him. Then, I placed my mouth on the head of his cock through his thin sweatpants and sucked.
Groaning, he shoved a hand into my hair and pulled me closer. I moved my mouth down his covered length, sucking. A wave of heat warmed my core, and my wolf purred for him.
When I pulled down his waistband, his veiny cock sprang out of his sweats and stuck into the air, curving down slightly. Grasping it at its base, I spit on the head, and then slowly sucked on him, bobbing my head up and down.
Unable to stop myself, I thrust my hand between my legs and rubbed my aching clit. He moved his hips, sending his dick deeper and deeper down my tight throat.
I stared up at him through teary eyes and gargled on him. “Ruin me, Mars. Make me beg for you to stop. Fuck my throat until it’s sore. Be rough with me like Ares is.”
Mars had always been gentle and passionate, but I wanted to see the wild and savage part of him. Over the past few weeks, I’d caught a few glimpses of it and been craving more. Nothing compared to a dominant alpha who knew when to lose control for his mate and claim her ruthlessly.
“Ruin you?” Mars growled and tossed me onto the bed, so my back was on the mattress and my head hung off the edge. He ripped off my pants and underwear with his claws, leaving me bare to him. With the torn clothing, he tied each wrist to the matching ankle, forcing my legs apart, and then he stood by my head and leaned over me, placing the head of his cock right against my lips and his hand between my legs to rub my pussy.
“Ruin me,” I murmured.
Without another word, he shoved himself all the way down my throat and refused to move when I gagged on his cock. Instead, he fucked my face hard and fast, his fingers moving in torturous circles against my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
Slobber dripped down my cheeks and nose. When he pulled himself out to let me breathe, he rubbed the head of his cock all over my swollen lips. A wave of pleasure rolled through me, and I dug my nails into the sheets.
“More,” I said breathlessly, wiggling my hips to displace all the pressure building up in my core. “I need more. Face-fuck me, Mars. Give me everything you have. Make it hurt.”
He rammed himself back inside of me, shoving all eight inches down my throat. Gargling, I opened my mouth wider to make room for as much of him as I could take. More spit slid down my face, making me a drooling hot mess for my mate.
Wrapping one hand around the front of my throat, he jerked himself off and face-fucked me even harder, using my throat as if he would use my pussy. He rubbed my clit in fast, tortuous circles, making me tighten.
“Is my Kitten hungry for my cum?” he asked, his balls resting against my nose.
Desperate to breathe, desperate to come, desperate for him to be inside me already, I sucked harder on him and nodded. Goddess, I needed it. Anywhere he wanted to give it to me, I would take it.
He jerked his cock off in my throat harder and tensed. “Do you want my load deep in this throat?”
My hips jerked into the air at the thought. I was so damn close to coming. He slapped my clit hard and pulled out of me. Spit and drool dribbled down my face, my nose, my brows, ruining me. He grabbed a pillow, tossed it onto the ground, and pulled me off the bed to sit me right on it.
“Use it. Grind your pussy against it. Pretend it’s my cock.” He grasped my chin and forced me to look up at him.
I ground my hips into the pillow, moving them back and forth quickly to feel any kind of friction that could tip me over the edge.
He trailed a finger down my bottom lip. “Open your mouth.”
I took a deep breath, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to last another few minutes before I came. My wolf ached for me to open my mouth, for me to obey our alpha, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want that. I wanted more. I wanted all his cum inside my pussy.
“Give me your pups,” I pleaded breathlessly, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to resist. My hips moved faster against the pillow, driving me higher. “Please, Mars, fill me with them. I-I-I can’t take this any longer.”
“Fuck, Aurora.” He lifted me off the pussy-stained pillow, tossed me onto the bed like I weighed nothing, and pulled me toward the edge by the hips. He wasted no time, positioning himself at my entrance and shoving himself inside of me.
“Mars!” I screamed, immediately coming all over him.
Mars thrust into me only once more before he stilled and came deep in my pussy, refusing to pull out, even after he came. He pumped into me a few more times, pushing his cum as deep and as close to my cervix as he could get it.
“Kitten, you’re not leaving this bed until you’re full with them,” he growled into my ear, his cock softening inside of me, still refusing to pull out. He slipped a hand between us and rubbed my clit again. “I’m giving you all I have tonight. Everything, Kitten.”
Outside, the soft colors of the dawn danced across the sky. I lay back in the bed, my swollen pink clit throbbing, like it had all night long.
I pushed Ares’s hand away and whined. “Ares, please,” I whispered. “It’s too much. We’ve already fucked all night. We have to get some sleep.”
After growling low, Ares kissed between my breasts and up my neck, stopping at his mark. He sucked on the skin, and I purred for him. Sure, it had been all night, but I was still wide awake, wanting and craving him.
At some point during our ruin my pussy fuck session, Ares had awoken and vowed to fuck me harder and longer than Mars had. Not that I minded. It was just that my pussy was aching to pause for a couple hours at least.
“You asked fo
r the beast, Kitten,” Ares murmured into my ear. “You fucking got him.”
I gently wrapped my hands around his muscular shoulders and pulled him closer to me. Ares rested his forearms on the sides of my head, lightly brushing strands of hair off my face, and smiled. Ares—the big, bad alpha who had just railed me for the past five hours—smiled with such love and kindness and patience just for me.
“Get over here,” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist, rolling onto his back, and pulling me onto his chest.
He trailed his nose up the side of mine and kissed me. I rested my head on his shoulders and listened to the ragged thump of his heartbeat.
After a few moments of silence, Ares cleared his throat. “We have to talk. If you’re not going to put the stone in your back until after the ceremony, we need a beta now. I can’t spread myself or Mars thin while trying to protect you. There are too many damn important and uncertain things we have to consider.”
Drawing my fingers across the scars on his chest, I nodded in agreement. “Nobody knows this pack better than Marcel does. And though he’s a dick sometimes, I think he could really step up and lead.”
Out of all the wolves in this pack, I trusted Marcel the most. He had proven over and over again that he’d protect any person here with his life. He had protected me, stood up for me, taken charge when Ares was a mess. Hell, even when Liam had been beta, Marcel had seemed to be a better leader.
“If he becomes beta, he’ll be with us all the time.” Ares tugged on my hair to force me to look at him. “With you.”
“Don’t worry about Marcel. He’s seeing someone.”
“Seeing someone, as in dating?” Ares chuckled. “Goddess, I feel sorry for the stupid girl who thinks he’s dating material. He’s always all over those damn women at The Flaming Chariot downtown.”
I gnawed on the inside of my lip. Part of me wanted to tell Ares that Marcel was seeing his sister and that Marcel was more than just a man-whore. He sounded like one. He acted like one. But when he was with Charolette, he loved her more than anything.
Marcel was misunderstood, just like Ares was.
“Forget that,” I said, playfully pushing him. “Marcel can and will lead.”
“Why don’t you be my beta?”
“Your beta, luna, and alpha?”
“A lot of titles for my Kitten,” he whispered, gently biting into my shoulder.
As if he knew we were talking about him, Marcel voiced through the mind link. I thought it’d be a good-morning message or a gentle nudge to get to a last-minute early morning practice. But it wasn’t. It was far from that.
“Ares, Aurora, get your asses to the prison. We have a problem. Liam has escaped.”
Chapter 20
Aurora
“I’m going to kill that fucker when I find him,” Ares said to me through clenched canines, glaring down at two murdered guards lying in a puddle of their blood in front of the prison.
Flies swarmed above them, nipping at the fatal gashes in their abdomens from what looked to be a wolf’s claws—a wolf far larger than Liam.
But how the hell had Liam broken out through silver bars? Doing that without some kind of help was next to impossible. Silver was basically poison to wolves and burned our skin easily. And what about the guards in the forest? Someone would’ve caught the scent of Liam—their beta who had betrayed them—before he made it to the borders.
I leaned down to get a closer look at the claw marks and cringed. Their intestines had spilled out of their bellies and been ripped to pieces. Liam wasn’t this violent either. He wasn’t this … this cruel to people.
After holding my breath, I walked into the prison alone and down the creaky steps. A musty stench filled the underground dungeon, similar to the way the cave had smelled when Ares and I witnessed the dead being raised from their eternal slumber. Burned into my memory, that scent haunted me every time I thought about the hounds being brought back to life, hundreds of them rising from the dead.
If Dad hadn’t left yet, he had to have seen something, like someone coming into the room and helping sneak Liam out. Their cells were only a several feet away from each other, and while Dad might detest me, he was a warrior by heart. He wouldn’t let someone who worked with the rogues and hounds escape so easily.
Like usual, Dad sat in the same spot with his eyes half-open and his head resting back against the concrete wall. He groaned slightly when I flickered the lights on, shielding his eyes from the blinding glare.
“What happened with Liam?” I asked.
He shrugged, yawned, and sat up taller. “I’m not sure.”
“His cell is two down from yours. You must’ve been close to him,” I said through clenched teeth.
It wasn’t his fault that Liam had escaped, but he had to know something. He always talked about respect, about dignity and ethics that his decorated family of warriors had instilled in him, but I was beginning to think that was all a lie.
Or maybe he had forfeited the warrior side of him when he met Mom, Sanguine Wilds’ first female alpha.
“How’d he get out? Did he say where he was going?”
“I don’t know, Aurora. I was sleeping. It was dark. All I heard was growling. Thought it was Ares, beating his ass again for what he had done.” Dad stood up and walked over to the silver bars, staring at me through them and not daring to open the gate. “I’m ready to leave.”
My eyes widened, my chest tightening. “Ready to leave?”
Maybe it was bad timing. Maybe it made Dad look suspicious. Maybe I just didn’t want to lose him. I had lost everyone in my family, and Dad saying he wanted to leave—even though I’d told him he could—broke my heart.
It was so sudden. Too sudden.
“Ares and I can set up housing for you. I know there are some empty cabins north of—”
“No, Aurora. I want to leave.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” I asked, heart clenching.
Goddess, I might hate him, and he might hate me, but that didn’t mean he had to leave, right? We could provide everything that he could possibly need. Why would he leave me, his only daughter, the only family he had left?
“I’ll leave tonight,” he said.
“But where are you going to go?” I whispered, voice faltering.
This was what I had wanted—for him to be out of my hair and to stop talking to me about how shitty my mate was. But now that he wanted to leave, I didn’t want him to go because once he was gone, I would have no family left.
All those memories of my childhood would vanish, the people who had made me who I was gone for good. Hell, even my pups wouldn’t have anyone to call Grandma or Grandpa on my side of the family or to stare with wondrous eyes as my father told them old war stories.
“Anywhere but here,” Dad said.
Before tears spilled down my cheeks, I turned away and curled my arms around myself. I should’ve felt relieved that he’d be gone, that I didn’t need to tolerate his disrespect anymore, but … I felt like shit. Like I always did when I was with him.
“I hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for,” I whispered, walking to the stairs. After telling myself to fake it, to act like his departure didn’t bother me, I thrust my shoulders back even though I wanted to ball up and cry into his arms, and said to him, “Love. Happiness. Family. Be happy. Stay safe. And maybe we’ll meet in another life.”
Gathering all the strength that I had left, I walked up the stairs as he called my name. I refused to turn around. I knew that if I turned around to face him, I’d break down in tears and be that weak alpha he always knew I was. I’d prove him right, which was probably what he wanted.
After piecing myself back together and pretending that whatever Dad had just said didn’t affect me in the slightest, I walked back out into the sunlight and toward Marcel and Ares, who were talking tensely with some of the border guards.
“You didn’t fucking see anyone on the property?” Ares roared. “Liam
couldn’t have just broken through silver bars strong enough to kill him. And he wouldn’t have been able to kill two guards without anyone else noticing. Someone must’ve fucking helped him.”
“They did.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “My father said he heard growling inside the prison last night. And when I walked down there, I smelled that musty stench from the cave.” I paused and let reality set in. “Hounds … the hounds were here.”
The warriors broke out into a fit of gasps.
The hounds had been here last night. On our property. Without anyone noticing.
“Double security around the borders at night—at least until we find Liam. Don’t brush the hounds off as easy targets to kill. The hounds might be wild and feral, but their leader isn’t.” I placed a hand on Ares’s bicep and squeezed gently.
Ares cleared his throat, commanding attention. “Get three trackers to follow any musty or unusual scents. We’re going to find Liam, and I’m going to kill him for fucking leaving and betraying us.”
When all the warriors dispersed through the forest, I folded my arms. “We need to chat about this over lunch at Moon’s and try to draw some conclusions about how the hounds made it onto our property and why they wanted Liam.” I narrowed my eyes at Marcel. “You’re coming.”
Marcel raised his brow. “Are you asking me out on a date, Luna?”
I rolled my eyes and mind linked Charolette to meet at Moon’s Café instead of Pink Moon. Pink Moon Tavern was too far away, and I wanted to stay as close as heavenly possible to our pack in case the hounds showed up again. We couldn’t let anyone die.
“You think Liam is working with the hounds?” Marcel asked, sliding onto the white couch at Moon’s. He sipped on a soda, scrunched his nose, and placed the can down on the table. “I don’t think he has the balls for it.”
Ares blew an annoyed breath out of his nose. “You think he wouldn’t? He betrayed us once by sleeping with that rogue while he was dating Charolette.” He shook his head and cursed to himself. “I should’ve seen this coming … I should’ve killed him when I had the fucking chance.”