by Zoe Perdita
Chapter 2
Crazy? No. Mundane? Yes. Unpacking my paltry belongings into my parent’s house isn’t nearly as exciting as seeing wolves running in my backyard. I finally head outside around noon. I need groceries and they aren’t going to buy themselves- as my dad used to say.
The bright sunshine beats down, warming my skin instantly, and I glance at the Lowell’s house. I should probably return their plate and thank them again for dinner the night before. Hopefully, Dmitri’s home.
As I step over the low fence, separating my weed-ridden yard from their sculpted lawn, the steady hum of insects fills the summer air. The porch is littered with chairs and a few tables, each with a chess set resting on top. Russians and their chess! I never understood how it could be better than video games as a kid, no matter how many times the brothers tried to explain it to me.
I knock on the door and wait, sweat beading on my brow in the heat.
Suddenly, the door swings open, and Yuri stands in front of me. He’s only an inch or two taller than I am, but something about his presence makes him seem larger. Up close he’s even better looking- his black hair hangs loose over his pale shoulders, his bare chest lanky and muscular all at the same time. His face is almost beautiful: full lips, the impish nose, large almond shaped eyes like a cat- eyes that seem to see past my flesh and into my very soul. How the hell does he do that?
“Sammy,” he says looks me over. “Why did you come back?”
I wipe my hands on my shorts and wonder if I’m any better looking than I used to be. I know I’m not as blessed as the Lowell boys, but I’ve been told I’m cute- handsome even- in a boyish kind of way. “My parents died. I have to take care of the house.”
He glances past me, his eyes cold. “Are you staying for good?”
“For a while. Look, I just came to bring back the plate and thank Dmitri for the meat pie. I’m not going to bother you guys or anything,” I say and shove the plate toward him. Is he pissed that I didn’t keep in contact with them or something?
Suddenly, he grabs my chin in his long, slender fingers and lifts my face to his. “Did you see any wolves last night?”
My cheeks flush with the contact. “Y-yeah. One was running in the backfield. Why?”
Narrowing his eyes, Yuri grabs my side with his other hand and pulls up my t-shirt.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
Instead of answering me his fingers trail over the scarred claw marks that cut right across my slender waist and the tight muscles of my stomach. Usually the scars are slightly pink on my fair skin, but now they’re red- just like they were all those years ago.
“Does it itch?” he asks, his fingers lingering over the flesh in a slow and deliberate manner.
“Uh, sometimes. What the hell does that have to do with anything? I got this scratch years ago,” I say and step away from him. My heart’s pounding too fast. My cheeks are too flushed and the sweat dripping down my back has nothing to do with the heat. Being so close to him- the rich scent of Yuri’s body, a mixture of musk and earth, sends liquid heat to my groin. I don’t need to get a boner on their fucking porch!
He steps toward me, his pants hanging low on his narrow hips and showing off the little line of muscle that disappears under the thin fabric. “More than you know,” he says, his voice a low rumble in his chest.
Without warning he grabs my wrist and yanks me into the house. The plate tumbles from my hands and breaks into pieces on the wooden floor, the loud crash of glass piercing the perfect summer day. Then Yuri slams the door closed and shoves me into the wall- knocking the breath from my lungs.
“What the-” I start, but he cuts me off.
“Dmitri tried to kiss you that night, didn’t he? That little bastard wanted you all to himself,” he growls- his blue eyes reflecting the light from the windows back into my face.
My mind spins- my body a confusion of nerves- at once excited and scared of what’s to come. “Yeah, but what does that have to with me?”
Yuri smirks and turns the lock on the door. His fingers tighten on my wrist, the slender flesh burning into mine with the intensity of a flame. “You’re heart’s pounding. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. You like this, don’t you? Or your body does.”
His eyes look like those of a starving predator that’s finally trapped its prey. I always knew Yuri had a temper, I just never knew he was fucking crazy! My body might like this, but I need to get the hell away from him!
I pull my wrist out of his grip and slam into his chest with my shoulder. “Dmitri? Pasha?” I call as I charge for the backdoor. They’re not gonna let Yuri hurt me; I know that for damn sure!
Just as I turn the corner he crashes into me, and we tumble onto the couch. The hot heavy breath on my neck sends jolts of electric desire into my veins, feeding the growing need in my cock. Shit! Why am I turned on at a time like this?
“No one else is home, Sammy,” Yuri snarls in my ear, his lips nipping at my earlobe as he rips at my clothes. Hot breath tickles my cheek, the pounding of his heart flush against the skin on my back.
I pull myself forward, trying to wiggle out from under him, but Yuri’s fingers dig into my waist like claws. When the fuck did he get so strong?
“You’re not going anywhere,” he barks, the blunt head of his cock pressing into my ass.
“What are you planning?” I mumble into the couch, urging my body to fight him off. Run away. Giving into him is not a good idea, even if it feels good. I don’t even know if I’m gay for God’s sake!
He chuckles into my neck, his lips and teeth brushing over the skin lightly. “You aren’t stupid. You know what I want and you know what your body wants- you can’t help it. It’s in your nature.”
I dig my fingers into the soft cushions on the couch. Now I know he’s completely lost it. “What does that even mean?”
He huffs into my neck, taking the skin between his teeth and suckling it until I gasp. Shit! I haven’t gotten laid in a long time- and I’ve never felt like this when I fooled around with other people. Hungry lust floods my body, making me want to give in and do whatever he says because it feels better than anything I’ve ever experienced.
“You don’t even know?” he huffs, grinding his dick into my ass- his rock hard cock exciting the tender skin through my jeans and boxers.
Think, Sam. Think! Taking a deep breath, I muster up all my strength and push back into Yuri, trying to knock him off my back so I can finally get away. Fuck! Shoving into him is like slamming into a brick wall! He won’t budge. Instead, his hands trail over my stomach, pinching at the tender flesh of my chest until he finds my nipples and squeezes- twisting them into painful points of delight.
“Ah,” I moan, my cock hardening completely at his touch.
“You have a cruel fate- to entice greedy beasts like my brothers and me. You’re volk bait.”
I don’t even know what volk means, but the throbbing ache in my jeans makes it difficult to care at the moment. What am I supposed to do? Just let Yuri Lowell fuck me?
His hands burn over my skin, working down toward the boner in my pants. I should tell him to stop- ask him what the fuck a volk is- but the glorious need building up in my body, like static electricity, keeps me from doing anything. What the hell is wrong with me?
“What’s a volk?” I say, my voice little more than a breath of air.
Yuri fingers the buttons on my jeans. “It is wolf in English.”
“I’m wolf bait?”
He stops messing with my button and the weight of his body moves off my back. It’s the perfect opportunity for me to make a run for it- so I get up and jump forward, but Yuri’s too fast. He grabs my foot, and I tumble onto the thick carpet. In one quick move he flips me onto my back and straddles my legs. Sweat beads across my skin as I take a deep shuddering breath and stare into his dangerous eyes. The tent poles in each of our pants an obvious sign of arousal. I have to get away before this goes too far.
“I noticed when you were young, but your scent’s only increa
sed in potency since then. Living in the city kept you safe, but that’s not so in the woods. Creatures like us will smell you- they’ll want you as much as I do, and they won’t let you get away until they’re through.”
My heart hammers in my chest- my brain reeling to understand what the fuck he’s talking about. “What kind of creatures are you?” I ask, trying to keep my voice calm and neutral and not let him know how insane he sounds.
He smiles suddenly; pulling his full lips back over the white shine of his teeth. His large canine’s come to dagger sharp points, but that doesn't prove anything. “You don’t have to believe me, but that won’t keep this from happening.”
“How can I believe or not if you don’t tell me what you are?” If I keep him talking maybe he’ll forget about sex and let me go.
Without a word he pops the button of my jeans and yanks down the zipper, pulling the pants down my hips. A blush spreads up my chest and over my cheeks. How am I supposed to escape without pants?
“You have trouble getting this hard with other people, don’t you?”
“How do you know that?” I ask.
Yuri only smiles. The sunlight streaming across his face and hair- picking up the highlights of red and brown in his dark mane. Slowly, he lowers his mouth to my standing erection.
I try to scoot back, my body begging me to stay while my mind struggles for some form of control over the situation. I have none- I’m totally fucking helpless! The heat of his lips radiates over my cock, his tongue lapping at the dripping pre-come like it’s a water fountain on a hot day. Gasping, I buckle my hips into his face, but he holds me down with his superior strength.
The full pout of his mouth joins his tongue, kissing the blunt head of my dick with surprising gentleness and suckling at the oversensitive tip. My vision blurs, a groan escaping my lips as I dig my hands into his smooth black hair. Fuck!
Opening wide, his mouth engulfs my cock. The shaft beats against the slick passion of his tongue- the muscle sliding over and around with increasing intensity. Lips grip me tightly. His hands rolling my aching balls in fingers and palms. I’m harder than I’ve ever been, and Yuri’s mouth is my only salvation. My only sanctuary.
Slowly and deliberately, he sucks. Each bob of his head calculated to drive me crazy. Everything he said- all his insanity- disappears. My body trembles with a need only he can fulfill. My mind focuses only on the fury of his tongue- the power of his lips. I can’t believe this is happening!
Suddenly, he pulls back and smirks at me over my flat stomach, and his eyes fill with a dangerous glint. Grabbing my hands, he pins them above my head. I wriggle my wrists, struggling to get free- but his grip is like iron. “Don’t tell me you dislike it. I can see what you want all over your face,” he says and licks my lips.
The rough material of his pants rubs against my dripping cock as his mouth assaults mine- his full pout pressing into me with fervor like Dmitri’s all those years ago. Why do I want to give into him? Parting my lips, our tongues flick out to mingle, his breath heaving as he grinds into my body. He tastes salty and sharp. Every time I want to fully give in to his kisses, he pulls back just slightly and nips at my bottom lip- pulling it with his teeth almost painfully. His hair dangles over us and I’m lost in the world of his musky scent and his fiery touches- the throbbing in my cock and tightness in my balls begging for some form of release.
A hot hand travels down my chest, pinching at my hard as fuck nipples until I moan. His fingers bite and snap. Each touch a rush of pleasure. Shit! This is it. I can’t help giving in. No matter how fucking crazy this situation is I can’t get away. Can’t do anything but let his hunger devour me. Eat me whole.
For a moment his warmth lifts off my body, his lips still hovering over me. Then the naked heat is back. His slick and pounding cock nudges against mine like they’re old friends. The tingling need building to unspeakable levels. Lust wafts off us like mist. I see it in my mind- feel the strange tingle of power flowing from my veins into his. What the hell is going on?
“You like everything I do to you,” he pants, grabbing both our cocks in his long fingered hand. The slickness of dripping pre-come allows them to slip against each other without friction.
“Yes,” I moan, leaning into his mouth.
Smirking, he lowers his face to my neck- his lips and teeth attacking the tender skin. Each bite and suck opens a new world of lingering delight for my starved flesh. Trapped on the floor, I writhe against his burning body. Shifting my hips in time with his purposeful hand. There’s nothing else I can do. No recourse I can take. Giving in is my only option. And fuck does it feel perfect!
Each thrust into his hands brings his balls smacking against mine- the impact nearly sending me over the edge. Nothing else in the world matters but the grip- his control over my body and soul. His thumb as it rubs the sensitive skin of my head in slow circles.
I’m gasping, moving my hips faster as he picks up the pace. His hand grips us tighter- holds my wrists more firmly. Lips blister me with kisses. Traveling up my rough jaw line and landing on my lips. We pant into each other’s mouth. Our tongues barely touching. Focused on one thing. One moment- the inevitable release.
Our breathing shallow. The tingling electric pleasure building over our skin- flickering through every nerve in our bodies. I ram into him. Shoving my cock into his hand as fast as I can. Fuck! I need this. I’ve never needed anything more in my life. Staring into Yuri’s perfect face, his eyes shine a bright and vibrant blue. A low growl escapes his lips. Another thrust. And another. My balls contract, my come shooting over our chests.
He keeps rubbing. Thrusting. Smashes his mouth into mine as the jolts of pleasure linger over my body. A moment later he tenses- his own seed spurting over my stomach as he reaches his peak.
Sweat beads on my forehead as I tremble and fight to catch my breath. His weight presses into me. His body engulfing mine almost completely with scent and power. What the hell was that? I’ve never had an orgasm that intense before- not with a girl and definitely not on my own.
Yuri buries his head into my neck, his hair tickling my nose. “You’re under our protection from now on. But in turn you belong to us.”
“Why do I need protection?” I ask.
His fingers trail over the scar on my side. “The wolf who gave you this scratch will come looking to claim his prize. Only we can protect you from him.”
I want to argue- to ask him why he knows what an animal will do. But I can’t. The empty pit in my chest filled up. I belong to the Lowell boys? Yeah. That feels about right.
Chapter 3
"I'm not moving in with you." I say to the gorgeous Russian man in front of me. Since I left after our time together we haven’t had a chance to talk about this yet- I wish we could put it off longer.
Yuri glares at me, his almond shaped eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. "How are we supposed to protect you if you don't live here, Sammy?"
"Figure something out! I have my own house. I live right next door!"
Sunlight streams in the window behind him, lighting up his black hair with shades of red and brown. "What part of belonging to us don't you understand?" He's even beautiful when he's angry. Why does he make this harder than it has to be?
"The part where I belong to you! Listen. I'm really grateful for your protection from wolves or whatever, but I think you can protect me just fine if I live next door. It's not like animals can break in and attack me." Good thing none of the other Lowell brothers are home. I don’t really want to have this argument with five hot as hell guys staring me down.
Suddenly, he grabs my wrist and squeezes it. His eyes burn into mine, and my body trembles with barely disguised desire. Why does he have this kind of effect on me? Why can he piss me off yet I still want to kiss the stupid bastard's pouty lips? We fooled around for the first time yesterday and now he wants me to move in with the family? This whole situation doesn't make a whole lot of sense. My entire world has been turned upside down after
moving back here. And I thought losing both my parents was bad!
Pressing his body against mine, our lips meet in the middle. His mouth's not exactly soft inviting but the hard passion of it engulfs me. I flick my tongue out to dance with his, the heat of him setting fire to my blood- and I'd willingly burn for this moment to last just a little longer. But we are in the middle of an argument! I can't just give in to him like this. Again. So I pull back and wipe my mouth- although my body still aches for his touch.
Just as Yuri starts to speak, the front door opens and Dmitri and Pasha stand there staring at us. I glance at the two of them, Dmitri’s eyebrows raised in a question and his wolfish grin replaced with a frown.
"Sammy? What are you doing here?" Dmitri asks.
"I was just-" I start, but Yuri cuts me off.
"We were talking about something important," Yuri says, his eyes focused squarely on Dmitri. All three brothers glance at each other like they know something I don't. Well, this brings back memories. Back when we were kids I was always out of the loop when it came to the five of them. The Lowell brothers and their secrets- gotta love it!
"Well, if it's so important why are you doing it alone?" Dmitri asks and puts his hands on his hips. He's still about an inch shorter than Yuri, but with his broad shoulders he looks stronger than his older brother. Who knows if that's the case? Even though Yuri's lanky, he's still a hell of a lot more powerful than he seems.
"I don't think you want to start this argument with me, little brother," Yuri says, and the corners of his lips twist into a dangerous smirk.
Dmitri says something in Russian that I can't understand, and Pasha, the youngest of all five brothers, grabs his shoulder, digging his fingers into the other man’s arm. Then he turns to me. "It’s good to see you again, Sammy. You really grew up."
"I could say the same about you," I say and my eyes travel up and down the blond man's slender but finely muscled frame. The last time I saw Pasha he was a skinny teenager, now he's a hot young man like the rest of his brothers. Just looking at him makes that weird electricity pickle across my skin. His blond hair is as pale as it always was, like moonlight on a clear night. His fair skin and pouty lips hardened by the cut of his jaw and the slight crook of his nose. But the most disconcerting thing about him are those ice blue eyes, paler than any other I've ever seen. Like Yuri's eyes, they seem to stare into my soul- into my being- and see things I can't even begin to explain.