by Zoe Perdita
The blond brother shrugs his broad shoulders. "Let him. We won't break any of his rules. But we can still have plenty of fun. I know you want to, little brother."
Nikolai's pale cheeks flush pink, and he frowns.
"What the hell are you guys talking about?" I ask and cross my arms. Being left out of the conversation between the five of them I can live with, but in my own house? Hell no!
Suddenly Alexei stands and grabs my arm. His fingers dig into my biceps, bruising the flesh with his blunt fingers. How did he move so fast? I didn't even see him walk across the room. It's like one second he was on the couch and the next he was in front of me. "I think you know, Sammy," he says and runs a finger across my lips.
I take a deep breath, willing the hardness in my pants to go down.
Leaning into me, he whispers in my ear. "We know what you did with Yuri. We can smell it on you."
Heat burns across my cheeks as I try to step away from him, but his hold is too strong- just like his older brother's. "You want to have sex?"
"You want it too. Your heart. Your scent- it calls to us."
I glance at the closed windows. The couch I watched TV on as a kid. All of the old familiar things in this family house, and Alexei and Nikolai are like intruders here- or they should be. But it doesn't feel like that. It still feels like home even though I don't think they've ever been inside it before. “Who’s watching?"
"You know who," Nikolai says and takes a step closer to me.
Yuri. I don't have to ask to know I'm right. Who else would be watching? "And he's okay with this?" I'm just buying time until I can think of a plan to get away from them. If I can think of a plan.
Alexei moves behind me, grinding his hips into my ass and wrapping his hands around my flat stomach. The blunt head of his cock rubs my rounded flesh with sick desire. "We know the bargain you made, Sammy. You can't hide it from us. He can't keep you all to himself. He has to share with his pack."
I take a deep, shuddering breath. Willing my body to remain calm. Willing my mind to remain clear. Fuck! They have some sort of power over me, a charm I just can't resist no matter how badly I want to.
Suddenly Nikolai steps up to me. He's just slightly shorter than I am, and his deep blue eyes study my face with intensity. "We should go upstairs."
I nod, not trusting myself to speak, but Alexei does not relinquish his hold.
"Who said you were in charge, little brother?" he growls at the dark haired man.
"Just because you're older doesn't mean you're wiser" Nikolai says, a smirk twisting his perfect mouth.
Alexei grumbles, but he pulls me toward the stairs nonetheless, and I stumble after him with Nikolai in our wake. Once we get to the landing he doesn't pull me into my bedroom- or even one of the guest bedrooms. No. Instead, he shoves me on the floor and rips off his wife beater in one liquid movement, his muscular chest perfectly defined and smooth. I scramble back across the floor, but Nikolai is behind me, my body pressed against his legs. When did he get there? I've no idea, but he looks down and smiles.
"You can't get away," he says, sounding exactly like Yuri did yesterday. "As long as we protect you, Sammy, you belong to us."
Fuck! He’s right. Worse yet, I don't really mind- I just don't understand. Shouldn't I mind? Shouldn't belonging to someone make me feel used and not fulfilled? Nikolai and Alexei don't really give me a chance to think about it. They descend on me in one fell swoop- Alexei coming in from the front and Nikolai from behind, and I'm powerless against them.
Lips assault my neck, covering it in hard passionate kisses. Nips, sucks and bites on my sensitive flesh. I moan, leaning into Nikolai's chest, my back pressed flush against his feverish body, and he wraps his arms around me. Pulling up my shirt to reveal my chest, I lift my arms and let him take it off.
Alexei works at my pants, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans in unprecedented time. Before I have a chance to react he yanks them off my slender hips and my boxers with them. My cock stands at stark attention, so hard it's almost curled against my stomach, and I gasp as his hot breath blows across it.
His mouth just barely brushes my oversensitive head, slick with pre-come, and he smirks. "I'm going to make you beg for it, Sammy," he groans and kisses my thigh.
Nikolai's fingers traverse my chest, pinching at my pink nipples and turning them an angry red. One hand rubs my scar until it burns under the feverish touch. I can't believe this is happening. Two Lowell brothers at one time. When did I get so lucky? But is it luck or something else? Who knows? Not that it matters at this moment.
Alexei rocks back on his heels and pushes the dirty blond hair from his eyes as he unbuttons his pants. I stare in anticipation at the bulge beneath them.
"You still hungry?" he asks.
My cheeks flush, but I can't take my eyes away from him or that thick weapon between his legs. Kicking off his jeans he moves toward me, and I involuntarily lick my lips as Nikolai's mouth scorches the skin on my back. I've never wanted to suck cock so badly in my entire life.
Eagerly I crawl toward his waiting shaft. Glancing up at him once, I notice a look of surprise on his handsome face. Didn't he expect this? I don't really care. He's Alexei Lowell. A fantasy man, just like Yuri. Something I finally get to have. Weird. Without reservations I open wide, flicking my tongue over the head of his cock. Lapping at the rich and thick pre-come that leaks from the tip. Yes. This is what I always wanted. Why have I been denying it when it feels so right?
"Sammy," Alexei groans as I ease my mouth over his throbbing shaft. Pursing my lips and sucking as hard and as slowly as I can. I want this moment to last. Twirling my tongue and bobbing my head, each slow thrust nudges the back of my throat, but I swallow willingly. Easily. I want him as deep inside of me as he can get. He tangles his fingers in my reddish brown hair and moans. Yes. He likes it just as much as I do. Good.
Hot wet kisses suddenly assault my ass, and hands grip my hips, rub my thighs, easing my legs open. I obliged and the tingling want in my body increases with each touch from Nikolai's long and talented fingers. The heat of his tongue trails over my taint, and I can barely suppress a moan with Alexei's cock buried deep in my throat. Each lick over my sensitive balls torments my aching flesh. The gentle wetness exciting me in ways I've never experienced. Pushing my ass toward him, I suck faster.
Without warning, Alexei pulls back. His breath hard and heavy as he stares down at me, and his cock still standing at full attention.
"Do him, Sammy," he pants.
My body reacts to the order before I realize what I’m doing. I stand up and turn around, kissing Nikolai's toned chest. Taking his nipples in my mouth and sucking them until they’re as dark pink as my own. He moans- gripping my shoulders like he'll never let go. With our bodies pressed together like this, the feverish heat engulfing us both, it feels like we might catch fire. Slowly, I rub my hardened cock against his. I don't remember him taking off his clothes, but he must have when I sucked off Alexei. Good. Flesh on flesh is the best.
Kissing my way down his chest, I finally arrive at his rock hard cock in a garden of black curls. Without prompting, I take the whole thing in my mouth. Both its length and girth are slightly different than Alexei's, but still wholly satisfying. His tangy pre-come tasty on my eager tongue. He moans, loud and unrestricted, almost a growl. Gripping his hips and rubbing my hands over the rounded flesh of his ass, I lick and suck to a chorus of his delight.
Then Alexei grabs my own pounding member, griping it tightly as his tongue flicks over the sensitive head. It takes all my strength not to stop what I'm doing and give into the pleasure in my groin- that insatiable lust piercing my body and soul with each lick and kiss. As the heat of his mouth engulfs me the world explodes like fireworks in the summer sky. I'm moaning around Nikolai's cock, sucking it as hard as I can, and enjoying each thrust into the back of my throat. Each choking slam. I want him to come inside of me. I want them both to come inside of me.
Suddenly Nikolai's s
lender fingers yank at my hair as he bursts in my mouth. The hot seed slipping down my throat pleasingly. Yes! This feels like home.
"I want to taste him," he growls, and Alexei relinquishes my dick.
As we trade places, I once again take Alexei's turgid member inside me- licking and sucking it into a passionate oblivion.
The warmth of Nikolai's mouth feels different than his brothers- his tongue longer, his lips slightly fuller as they kiss the tip. As he wraps his slender fingers around my balls, I'm not sure how much longer I can last. The familiar tingle building and building as he takes me deep inside his throat.
The world narrows to this hedonistic moment, the hard passion surrounding all three of us. Our sweat slick bodies move of their own accord. Fingers slipping over skin, the rich manly scent of semen and musk filling the air. And I don't want to be anywhere else in the entire world right now. This lusty release is all that matters.
With one final trembling thrust we both explode. Me in Nikolai’s mouth and Alexei inside mine. I'm not sure how I swallow it. My heart hammers against my chest like it's trying to break free, and I'm breathing hard through my nose, gasping for air.
Pulling back, Alexei rubs his thumb over my lips, tilting my chin up to look at him before he collapses on the floor next us. Slowly, he leans in and kisses me, our tired but passionate lips mashing together seamlessly. Then Nikolai kisses my thigh and my stomach and smiles against my overly hot skin.
"Looks like Yuri was right about him," the younger brother says as his fingers trail over my exhausted flesh.
Alexei chuckles. "He can't be wrong all the time. And it's not like we had a choice," he says and his fingers trail my scar. The scar that wolf gave me seven years ago. The scar that got me into this whole mess to begin with.
We rest until we catch our breath and the waves of contentment wash over us, but the hardwood floor doesn’t make a comfortable bed.
"I'm going to get some water, you guys want anything?" I ask and get up just as my legs start to fall asleep.
Without answering, they both follow me downstairs and into the kitchen. At least they're good at protecting me from all those kitchen wolves. If Yuri was watching before, he knows what we just got up to or he'll have an idea since we're all naked now.
I try to push the thought for my mind as I stand at the sink and fill up a glass. Staring into the shadows of my yard I see something move. Suddenly, a large white shape emerges from the bushes and pale blue eyes glow in the darkness.
"Shit!" I step back and drop my glass on the hardwood floor. It shatters into pieces, and both Alexei and Nikolai glare at the window.
"He found you," Alexei growls.
I don't need to ask- I already know. It's that wolf. The one that attacked me seven years ago. The one the Lowell brothers are protecting me from. But if that wolf really wants me, will their protection do me any good?
Chapter 4
Nikolai ushers me up the stairs, his long dark hair mussed from our time together. I grip my hand to my naked chest, a cut running down the side from the broken glass, but I follow him without hesitation. He pushes me into the master bedroom, peeks out of the lacy curtains, and whispers something in Russian under his breath- probably a swear of some kind.
"He’ll smell that on you," he growls.
I look out of the window next to him. The huge white wolf sits in the middle of my weed-ridden lawn, dry from a lack of water. It stares up at us with an intelligence most animals don't possess. Its glowing pale blue eyes seem to bore straight into mine, and I stumble back from the window. "The blood? How?" I ask and walk into the master bathroom to clean my cut.
Nikolai doesn't answer. And I wash my hand and bandage the long gash, making sure to get out all the little pieces of glass that might be stuck inside. Shit. What the hell is going on? I guess a wolf really is after me, but if I'm wolf’s bait that makes sense. Standing next to the gorgeous Russian, I look back out of the window. A shiver goes through my spine. Yes. That looks like the wolf- the one that attacked me when I was eighteen- the one that gave me the scar on my side. The aching red scar that itches like hell right now.
Scratching at it, I glance at Nikolai. "What are we supposed to do? Call animal control? If that's the same wolf he's obviously dangerous, right?"
The Russian brushes his dark hair from his forehead and looks at me with those ice blue eyes that nearly glow in the dim light up the bedroom. "No, we wait," he says and smirks. For a moment I think I catch a hint of fangs in his mouth. No. I'm just imagining it.
Suddenly, the white wolf turns its head and growls so loudly we can hear it with the windows closed. Then three other wolves jump on it and there's a flurry of fur and violence that's hard to keep track of. The largest, a black wolf, grabs the white beast by the back of its neck and bites down so hard I swear he's going to pull away bloody chunks of flesh. The two smaller wolves, one a rusty red and the other pure white, bite at the big one's back legs. Whoever these wolves are at least they're on our side. But the white wolf shakes its massive body and the three other wolves fly back.
Nikolai growls and grips onto the window seal so hard I swear I hear it crack. My own heart pounds in my chest, slamming against my rib cage, and I feel sick for some reason. What the hell does that creature want with me? And why do those three new wolves seem familiar somehow. That doesn't make sense. It's not like I see a lot of wolves around here. Unless- no. That's not possible.
I don't really have time to think about it though. The three wolves lunge for the huge white one again, but it's ready this time. It feints left and jumps at the smallest one- the little white wolf, biting down on the poor animals front leg and shaking it madly in its giant mouth. The little wolf yelps just as the larger one releases it, throwing it so the smaller animal bangs against the side of my house.
"What the fuck. I'm no animal expert, but is that normal? Is he okay?"
"That bastard is dead," Nikolai grumbles, all his teeth bared as he watches the battle raging below us.
Just as the huge white wolf jumps toward the rusty red one another creature joins the fray. This wolf is almost as large as the black one but its coat is sandy instead of dark. Growling and bearing their teeth, all three surround the white wolf. But the creature doesn't seem ready to back down. It sneers back at them, its pale fur standing on edge all over its enormous body, and jumps toward the red wolf again. But the smaller creature dodges the attack; stumbling out of the way and two other wolves lunge toward the white one with teeth and claws bared.
The snarling mass disappears into the shadows of the wheat fields, and I lean against the window, trying to see what's going on. Nikolai pulls me back, his perfect brow furrowed and a frown on his full lips- lips I felt on mine recently. A tingle of want travels through my body as I look at them. What the hell? How could I be turned on at a time like this?
"What’s going on out there?" I ask, like he's supposed to know.
"They’ll deal with it," he says and sighs, running his fingers through his black hair. "You should get some rest."
I scowl at him. "At a time like this?"
His eyes trail over my body, lingering on my naked groin. "And what are you supposed to do about it? Get attacked again?"
My skin pickles under his stare. "Fine, but I'm going to my bedroom."
He nods and follows without a word. When we get inside my new room- the former guest room. I pull back the covers and climb in bed while he locks the door and sits on top of the sheet.
"Not tired?" I ask.
"I'm protecting you tonight, Sammy," he says.
Right. The Lowell brother’s protection. Sighing, I roll over and close my eyes, but it's a long time before I fall asleep.
I wake up the next morning to hushed voices arguing in a language I don't understand. Probably Russian. Blinking open my eyes at the bright summer sun, unrelenting and cheerful even after such an odd night, I noticed a warm form cuddled in bed next to me. The long dark hair might mean Nikolai or Yuri
- it's difficult to tell them apart sometimes, although they're only brothers and not twins. Pushing the hair back from his pale face, I take in the striking cheekbones, smooth skin, full lips and Russian nose. His brow is furrowed in a line of worry, but I can tell it's Nikolai, younger than Yuri by a few years.
Wait. If he's here that means the other brothers are downstairs? Great. Just what I need first thing in the morning- a group of hot as hell stalker-ish brothers. Yuri is probably going to rub in the fact that a wolf came to the house last night. More proof that I'm wolf’s bait. And a lot of good their protection did me. They weren't anywhere around, but that group of different wolves were. Unless they were those wolves. Creatures drawn to me for some unimaginable reason. The sharp teeth, the glowing eyes, the huge appetites. Werewolves. Yeah, right. The neighbors I grew up next to are a pack of werewolves. Shit. It would've sounded crazy two weeks ago, but now it kind of makes sense.
I shake the thought from my head as I crawl out of bed, but a strong hand grips my arm. I glanced at Nikolai, his eyes still closed, and sigh. "It’s morning. I'm pretty sure everyone is downstairs."
He grumbles something I don't understand and lets me go.
I look in the mirror as I'm washing up. My rusty, reddish hair and plain brown eyes stare back at me. What the hell do they see in me? Maybe I'm cute. Handsome at best in a boyish way, but they're gorgeous- all five brothers. All five (maybe) werewolf brothers.
Since I'm still naked, I look at the scar on my side. The long claw marks that stretch from the front of my flat stomach around my back. The four fat red scars that prickle and itch. Something that's only happened since I came back to my hometown a few days ago. The marks that white wolf gave me seven years ago, and now he wants to finish the job, at least that's what I'm guessing. But does that mean he wants to kill me or something else? Shit. Maybe he's a werewolf too. Oh, what the hell am I talking about? Werewolves aren't real!
After slipping on some boxers, I head downstairs to face whatever's waiting for me, and find just what I feared- Yuri, Alexei, Dmitri and Pasha all gathered in my kitchen. A huge mound of sausage, bacon and eggs sits on the table- but that's not what catches my attention. Pasha, the youngest brother, leans against the counter with his arm in a makeshift sling and nasty purplish blue bruises decorate his back and the side of his wiry chest.