by J. E. Cluney
This control was something I’d helped him build when we were teenagers. Jaye had been my first, and knowing I was a virgin, he tried hard to keep himself controlled and careful. We’d worked on it, but the wolf side of him that was so strong had broke through, and our first time had been painful and bloody. He’d hated himself for it, and his control only grew as we continued our love life. Now it was something I enjoyed, having my way with him, forcing him to keep his control and not let his wolf out. It had helped him too outside of the bedroom. My father had often spoke of how he’d been unpredictable and struggled with obedience in wolf form when out on patrols or hunts. Now he was as good as the others, taking his commands and following out orders.
I nudged his leg with my hand, and he obeyed, spreading his legs for me as I crouched before him.
I cupped his balls, those soft, perfect parts of him. I kissed them, dragging my tongue over the soft skin as he groaned and shook from my touch.
I reached down to touch myself, feeling my wetness soaking through my panties. Jaye hissed as he watched me do that, and I smiled coyly up at him.
I didn’t break my gaze as I moved up, slipping my panties off and sliding a finger inside myself as I readied my mouth before him.
I used my other hand to stroke his length, tenderly and gentle. It twinged upwards, demanding and needy, the vein throbbing along it eagerly.
“Please Tay, God,” he groaned, and the veins and muscles in his neck were tight as he restrained himself.
My sweet Jaye, such a good boy.
I flicked my tongue out to catch the drop of pre-cum, and he gasped at the sensation.
I leaned forward, sliding my tongue along his shaft as I touched myself.
I could feel the heat building as I swirled my thumb against my clit.
I used my free hand to hold Jaye’s length steady as I slipped the tip inside my mouth.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his fists clenched by his sides. I spied the whites of his knuckles and chuckled.
The sound only gurgled against his tip and he moaned.
I drew more of him in, sucking gently as I slid my tongue along the underside of his shaft, knowing how much he enjoyed that.
He refrained from thrusting into my mouth, instead allowing me to decide the pace.
Much to his dismay.
I moved slow and deliberate as I slowed the work on myself, wanting to draw this out. The more I forced him to control himself, the greater it would be when I finally unleashed him.
I pulled my wet fingers out of my slit as I removed my mouth from his length. He groaned in dismay but growled as I ran my wet fingers over him.
“I want you so bad,” I breathed as I kissed the tip of his erection.
“Let me,” he panted.
I stood up, catching his lips in mine but holding him back with one hand. He demanded entrance to my mouth, his tongue fighting for passage. I allowed him, and the hot, heavy kiss was hungry and desperate. His arms moved as he flexed his muscles, desperate to hold me and claim me.
This was it now.
I broke the hot, desperate kiss and stepped away, cocking my head at him. His length throbbed eagerly and I turned to lean over the desk, spreading my legs for him.
“Take me, Jaye.”
He didn’t need any more coaxing as he moved forward.
He caught my wrists with his hands and spread them out on the desk. His hot, shallow breaths brushed my skin as he hovered over me.
He prodded my entrance gently, but then the animal took over and he snarled as he slammed into me and I cried out.
He drove into me hard and fast as he grunted, releasing my hands so he could slide his hands under me to fondle my breasts. Too bad he struggled to remain gentle as he pounded into me with an animalistic desire that drove me mad.
I writhed below him, his length filling me whole and the angle perfect for me. I mewed and gripped the desk as the coil inside me tightened, so close to releasing forth.
“Jesus, Tay,” Jaye grunted as he slammed into me, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing through the room. The scents of sex and our arousal cloaked the air and my nostrils flared as I drew it all in. The scent of Jaye, the smells of the forest and of the acrylic paints he used, unable to withstand the scent of oils. He smelled homely and sweet, and the scent of his arousal only drove me more wild.
“Harder!” I snarled as I drove myself back to meet his powerful thrusts, desperate for my own release.
He obeyed, slamming into me with the power of a true werewolf, the desk thumping against the wall. He moved his hands to grip my hips, driving himself into me ruthlessly. I could feel the dig of his claws in my hips, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care that the desire would drive his animalistic side to the surface, I’d seen the yellow of his eyes, those lengthened canines and claws as we’d made love before. I’d seen it all, and I loved it.
So goddamn perfect.
I gasped and cried out in bliss as the waves of pleasure coursed through me, rocking my body with ecstasy.
Jaye snarled and cursed as my walls tightened around him, and he couldn’t hold out any longer as he shuddered and unloaded his seed into me.
He slumped over, panting as he kissed the back of my neck.
I lay dazed and breathless atop the desk, the sleek mahogany wood heated from our warm bodies now.
“I missed you so much,” he murmured as he nuzzled my back.
“Same here,” I breathed, drawing in deep breaths to slow my racing heart.
God knows I missed this, the way we made such animalistic love.
I rolled my head to the side and a grin spread across my face.
“You’ll have to fix the wall,” I murmured, a chuckle escaping me as I eyed the crack and denting in the drywall.
“Ah shit,” he groaned.
“So, do you think Nathan has dinner ready yet?” I smirked.
“Probably for a while now,” Jaye chuckled as he pulled out of me.
I pouted at the loss of his warmth against my back, but the growl in my stomach drove it away. I hadn’t eaten since before my shift at the bar tonight, and I certainly was hungry. A late dinner sounded good.
I used some of the tissues off his desk to clean myself up as he did the same, and he joked with me about how the other two would be annoyed with him.
Of course they would.
I was dressed and headed to the kitchen in record time, knowing full well that everyone would know what had transpired. Not that us ‘wolves cared. Sex was natural and not frowned upon amongst the Pack, and with heightened senses, was not exactly something you could hide easily.
I pushed through the double doors to the large kitchen that would make any renowned chef jealous. After all, it did have to cater to over eighty wolves at times.
I spied Nathan setting the final dishes down at one of the free booths at the far end of the kitchen area, sectioned off by a low stainless steel topped bench for serving.
“Taylor!” he beamed as he turned to spy me. His grin dropped to a scowl and he sighed.
“You guys didn’t wait,” he grumbled as Jaye and I made our way over to the booth.
“Sorry,” Jaye said, but I knew he didn’t mean it.
“I thought we’d all welcome her home,” Nathan muttered as he sat across from us. Nathan looked like the more typical cowboy on the ranch in his perfectly fitting blue jeans and button up plaid shirt. His dark brown hair was spiked up at the front, a style I so adored on him. His high cheekbones and strong jawline would make most girls turn to stare, but he didn’t want just any girl.
Did I forget to mention that they were my boys? All of them.
“Jaye told me you wanted to cook me dinner,” I said as I drew in the delicious aromas of freshly cooked steak and pork. There were herb covered fries and gravy, and some roasted vegetables that looked appealing. But the meat was cooked to perfection, and my mouth watered as I eyed it hungrily.
“I wanted to give you a proper welcome home,” Na
than grinned as he reached for a fork.
“Should we wait for Scott?” I asked.
“He won’t be back from patrol until closer to morning,” Nathan said as he dove into some of the grilled steak.
Jaye dug in as well, and I copied, savoring the rich flavors of the herbs and sauces that Nathan cooked with.
“So, you guys all wanted to welcome me home,” I raised a delicious eyebrow as I glanced at my two male companions.
They both looked at each other with devilish smiles.
“Why not, it’s always fun, sharing you and having you like that,” Nathan said as he eyed me over.
That’s right, my boys were all mine, and I was theirs. No rivalry between them. Something I cherished.
My father was not fond of it, but couldn’t stop it either. There were no rules against it, and it was more common than many thought. Our Pack just happened to be very traditional in many ways. Including having only one mated partner. But I’d heard rumors of Packs that could see as many as three or four partners to one female. She-wolves were in short supply, as werewolves threw sons more often than not. This made the females more protected and desired, and my boys all shared me equally. It’d been a hard decision to leave to train to become a Huntress, but staying and becoming a breeder was not something I wanted.
But I did truly miss them.
“I’ll tell you what, since you went to the special effort of making me dinner, we can have a special dessert,” I said casually.
Both men stopped chewing to stare at me, their pupils dilating at the thought.
“After dinner,” I reiterated as I jabbed a piece of pork from the share plate. Nathan had been considerate enough to cut everything up and spread it out onto share plates so we could all eat.
I chewed my piece of rich rosemary flavored pork with mint sauce as the kitchen doors swung open.
My father strode in with a guard, gliding over to stand before us.
He sniffed the air and rolled his eyes. Surely he expected nothing less?
I smirked through my food and stared at Nathan who leaned back and rested an arm casually on the back of the booth as he regarded my father and dipped his head in respect.
“I’m leaving now, she stays here. If she leaves, I’ll hold my betas accountable,” he said sternly as he focused on me. I scowled. So he’d punish my boys for my disobedience. It wouldn’t be the first time, he knew they were my one weakness.
“Don’t worry, we’ll keep her safe,” Nathan nodded.
“She’ll stay put,” Jaye added as he refrained from reaching for more steak. He didn’t want to disrespect the Alpha in any way.
“Good,” he nodded. “Nathan, can I speak with you for a moment?”
Nathan nodded and stood, following my father out of the kitchen.
“He only wants to protect you, Tay, don’t hate him for it,” Jaye said gently as I frowned after my father.
“My father wants what’s best for the Pack, I know that,” I sighed. I did too, but I couldn’t help that I felt like there was more for me than just becoming a breeder.
“Should we wait for Scott before we do dessert?” he asked with a sly smile as he kissed my cheek.
“Nathan said he’d take a while,” I said as I stabbed a piece of roast pumpkin and brought it up to my lips.
“True, but surely you’ll get too tired out if we have our way with you after dinner and then Scott wants his turn when he gets back,” Jaye said.
I would’ve laughed if he weren’t so sincerely concerned. I softened at the thought.
But it was unnecessary. I was used to catering to my three men and their needs, even if it meant often sex. We did desire sex more often than humans, and it was a way of connecting and strengthening the bonds between us.
“I’ll be fine,” I smiled.
“Well, I’m sorry I jumped you like that,” he chuckled. “I would’ve preferred to wait until we could all partake, but I like our time alone,” he said softly. He liked what we did, he liked that I toyed with his animal side and allowed him to have me however he desired once I’d had my fun.
When it was all of us, the focus was on me more so than my partners, and I longed for that. But I loved fulfilling their desires and needs as well.
“I like our alone time too,” I smiled sweetly as Nathan pushed back through the doors to join us.
“Well, everything is in order, and the patrols are going well,” Nathan relayed as he plucked some pork off the plate and tossed it back.
The 2000 acres were patrolled and camera’s were positioned at the gates around the perimeter.
The Williamson Pack had tried to raid us a few times. Their Pack had less females than ours, and they were growing desperate to further their lines and grow their numbers. They wanted to steal away our women and children, so we were always on guard, ready to defend ourselves if needed.
“How’s my brother?” I asked as I shoveled some more steak into my mouth.
“Chris is good, his son, Jamie, should make a fine warrior one day. They’re trying for another already, Janet is happy to continue his lines,” Nathan said.
“God, they really don’t mess around,” I muttered. Breeders. They were the females of our Pack who could still produce young. They lived to bear children, a normal thing for most Packs. We functioned more like wolves than people in some way, whereas I was the anomaly. I wanted a chance to be more, not interested in the slightest to be a breeder. The thrill of hunting and protecting others by becoming a Huntress drove me, it was what I truly wanted.
“I think perhaps, since you’ll be here for the weekend and then maybe longer, we should each take our turn with you before we all have you,” Nathan said thoughtfully as he chewed on some pork.
Jaye shrugged as he leaned back and put one arm around my shoulders, but I could see the disappointment evident in his eyes. He’d been excited at the prospect of dessert, another round with me. If there was any rivalry between them, then Jaye would be the one to show the signs. Being my first lover, he was quite protective of me, but Scott and Nathan both loved me just as much and treated me like royalty at times. To them, I was. I was the Alpha’s daughter, someone to be admired and adored.
I always told them to treat me the same as any other she-wolf in the bedroom though. No being careful with me, I was not fragile.
I devoured another mighty piece of steak before following it up with some gravy covered fries. God, Nathan knew how to cook. It was divine.
3
Jaye.
“Do you really have to go?” I growled as we sat outside at the barbecue tables.
“Jaye,” Taylor groaned. We’d been over this, and I knew she was growing frustrated.
But she’d decided she wanted to become a Huntress, to leave us and go live with her Aunt for God knows how long.
And somehow, she expected me to be okay with that?
How could I? The one woman I loved was telling me she wanted to leave to pursue a bigger purpose for herself.
Were we not enough?
“You know I love you, right? I’ll call, we can talk all the time, text,” she smiled at me as she stroked my cheek.
I couldn’t shake the scowl on my face though.
“It’s not the same… I… need you, here,” I murmured, glaring down at the concrete like it might swallow me up.
“No, you don’t. You’ll be okay, Jaye,” Tay soothed. “You’re stronger than you think. You’ve beaten your wolf side.”
“What if I’m not? What if… with you gone, it comes back out?” I said quietly, hating how uncertain and afraid I felt.
Tay was my rock, she was the one who’d helped me so much, I needed her. The thought of her leaving, it crushed me.
“Hey, I’m only a phone-call away, and besides, when I’m all trained up, I’ll be back, you know that, so this isn’t goodbye forever,” she murmured as she shuffled closer.
“What if you decide you don’t want to come back?” Come back to me. That’s what I
was trying not to say.
“I will come back, I love you,” she sighed as she leaned forward, her soft lips brushing mine.
“Please stay,” I begged against her lips.
But I knew it was of no use. When she had her mind set, there was nothing I could do.
Driving home with Taylor had been interesting. She’d been pissed when we’d picked her up, informing her there was a Pack emergency. She sensed our words were not entirely true, but we’d promised our Alpha not to tell her what was going on.
It was her bar shift on a Friday night, and we waited until after she’d finished her shift before herding her into the Jeep, much to her displeasure.
She allowed us to though, even if she could have stopped us. Being one of the most ancient bloodlines, she was powerful, and we wouldn’t harm her, so she could get away from us if she desperately desired.
She looked like the fiery beauty I’d fallen for, so beautiful and lively. Even if she sat scowling in the back seat of the Jeep.
We’d tried to keep her from leaving us, but we wanted her to be happy, and the Pack’s way of life was not enough for her. She wanted more, wanted to do more.
Her Aunt Neema was a Huntress, having left the Pack when learning she was infertile to become a Huntress. She could never be a breeder. So she became the one thing we all admired and feared.
The Hunters and Huntresses were skilled fighters, more so than we were. I wasn’t even sure how an Alpha would fair against one, but Alpha’s gained a power when they took such a position, becoming the strongest of the Pack. I wondered if gifted power could beat practiced, honed skill, that of a trained assassin. The training required for Hunters and Huntresses was beyond the training we did with the Pack, teaching our young to fight to defend themselves. Lawrence, our Alpha and Taylor’s dad, had trained his own two children himself. And they’d benefited from the one on one training with the Alpha. Taylor could hold her own easily when we’d sparred as teenagers, even occasionally beating us.
But now? I wondered how we’d fair. After the training she’d endured for the past two years as she worked to gain the title of Huntress. I knew she’d already killed rogues alongside Neema, and eventually, she’d be doing it on her own.