by CarrieKelly
She frowned. “Sit down. And stop poking each other!”
All eyes fell on her, and Gabe smiled. “Are you giving us orders?”
She set her mouth into a pout and shrugged. “Maybe. I – I have to tend to your wounds before lunch. So please, sit down.”
“That’s more like it,” Adrian said and sat. “You can see to me first, girlie.”
Sibyl’s cheeks heated. “That’s more like what?”
“What a mate would say,” Gabe said and kissed the back of her head.
She took a deep breath to calm the pounding of her heart and the heat in her panties. Then she got to work on their wounds. Adrian flinched when she dapped his cuts with peroxide.
“Will those wolves come back?” she asked, wrapping his leg tightly.
Adrian snorted, and Jonathan shrugged. “We hope not, but we’ll always be here to protect you if they do.”
She turned to the blond wolf and motioned for him to come over. Jonathan did.
“Why?” she mumbled. “Why protect me at all.”
“Stupid question. You’re our mate, remember when we claimed you last night? Or should we do that again?” Adrian said with a smirk.
Gabe rolled his eyes. “It’s what mates do, Sibyl. Like a husband would protect his wife, we’ll protect you with our lives. We belong together.”
Her heart nearly jumped into her throat, and her fingers trembled as she finished with Jonathan’s injuries. He kissed her hand and stood up.
Gabe sat down in his place.
She stared at her boss and dabbed his head wound first. “I’m sorry to put you through so much trouble. Maybe you shouldn’t have claimed me at all if this is what happens.”
The alpha wolf caught her wrist and shook his head. The dark red hair fell into his green eyes. “Don’t say that. We would fight a hundred wolf packs for you. Your our mate. Our only mate – and that’s the way it is, Sibyl. Stop assuming this was some fluke.”
She tried to pull her hand out of his grip, but he was too strong. “But I’m not worth it. I’m just – look at me!”
All three wolves stared at her. “You’re hot,” Adrian said with a dangerous smile.
“Beautiful,” Jonathan said, his blue eyes twinkling.
Gabe’s fingers traced up her thigh, under her dress. “Perfect,” he said.
“But how could you think that?”
Adrian threw his arms up into the air. “Because you are. Fuck. It’s not like we can unclaim you. Do you think we’re lying or something?”
Sibyl shrugged and cleaned Gabe’s shoulder wound. How could she explain to three gorgeous men all the hurt she’d been through? All the pain inflicted by her peers throughout the years. She was never good enough for anyone – why would they think she was?
“Yes,” she admitted. It was just like a cruel joke one of the handsome boys in high school would’ve played on her. She stared at her hands and bit her lip to hold back the tears.
Gabe grabbed her chin and forced her to look up. “Sibyl. You don’t want us?” he asked and ran his finger over her cheek.
“No. That’s not it. I’m just being stupid.” How could she tell them she didn’t believe them because of how she looked?
“Yeah. You are,” Adrian said, and Jonathan growled at him.
“Then what are you keeping from us?” Gabe asked. His fingers seemed to brush the pain away, at least a little bit, and his green eyes sparked with concern.
She pulled her chin out of his grip and stood up. “I'm fat! Look at me. You can’t possibly want me like this!”
The room was silent for a moment, and Sibyl was afraid they’d laugh or make a joke. Or even worse – maybe they’d agree with her and shove her aside.
But they didn’t.
Adrian huffed. “That’s it? Look, girlie, we want you the way you are. Last night wasn’t proof enough? Or this shit? This is just the way it is!” he said and stalked toward her.
Sibyl backed away, though she didn’t know why. His golden eyes and the smirk on his lips excited her body into a fit of arousal, but how could he want her?
Strong arms wrapped around her from behind and Jonathan’s lips brushed her neck. “I guess we’ll have to prove we want you all over again.”
“Agreed,” Gabe said.
“Wait!” she cried, but the werewolves didn’t heed her. Adrian ripped the front of her dress down like it was little more than tissue paper.
“I’m first this time,” he growled, his cock already pounding and fully erect.
She turned him on that quickly?
Jonathan’s powerful hands gripped her hips and the heat of his bulge brushed her ass. He was aroused too. Amazing. His hands groped over her breasts, pinching and caressing her nipples into peaks of pleasure.
Sibyl glanced at Gabe and tried to contain a moan, but he smiled and licked his lips.
Then Adrian’s hands moved to her panties, the big non-sexy panties, and the young wolf grinned. “You look even better when these are off, girlie,” he said and ripped them free.
Her pussy wept, but she tried to hold her legs closed – it was all so sudden. Why did she enjoy it so much when they ravished her?
“I can smell how much you want me,” Adrian grumbled and lifted her legs. She leaned back into Jonathan’s arms, and the blond wolf kept up his unrelenting assault on her neck and breasts, kissing and fondling ever inch he could touch.
Adrian hooked her legs around his back and dug his fingers into her fleshy thighs. The tip of his shaft brushed her clit, exciting her body into a frenzy of desire. She moaned and reached to hold onto something.
Gabe’s hands caught hers and he turned her mouth into a kiss just as Adrian’s cock slammed inside.
Every thrust filled her body with ecstasy. Sibyl was suspended between three men, and all three pleasured her in undeniable ways. Adrian’s deep thrusts rocked her body to the core, her walls squeezing him tight. Jonathan’s hands grasped her breasts as Gabe’s lips suckled and bit her mouth. His tongue probed inside, catching her body on fire.
She barely remembered the first orgasm that rushed through her, only that her entire being seemed to quake and her limbs felt weak. She trembled and Adrian’s seed seeped inside her.
“That proves how much I want you,” he groaned and his cock popped free. Carefully, he lowered Sibyl’s feet to the ground, but she wasn’t sure if she could stand.
Thankfully, Jonathan still held her from behind. His heat pressed into her slick cunt, and he shoved it inside before she caught her breath.
Gabe’s mouth trailed from her breasts back to her mouth, and he kissed her hungrily as Jonathan thrust from behind. It filled her to the brim, and her fingers dug into the alpha wolf’s strong shoulders and held on for life. If she let go, Sibyl didn’t know what might happen.
“I want you – I love you,” Jonathan growled and nipped at her neck. His fingers held her hips steady, filling her with his rich length and that throbbing heat. It hit the perfect place deep inside her body, and she moaned and gasped with every thrust.
He came right before she did, the warmth of his load sent her over the edge. She trembled in Gabe’s powerful arms and leaned her head into his neck. He held her close and safe.
“Do you believe us?” Adrian asked and kissed her bare shoulder.
“Yes,” she said through her labored pants of breath.
She was so tired. So very tired.
Then Gabe lifted Sibyl into his arms and carried her up the stairs. She wanted to tell him she could walk – he probably thought she was too heavy – but her mouth wouldn’t form the words.
He took her to their bedroom and laid her on the huge four poster bed. Adrian and Jonathan hadn’t joined them, she noticed vaguely.
“This is our bed – our mating bed and our pack bed, do you accept it, Sibyl?” Gabe asked in a rough voice.
She nodded and her veins filled with lava. “Yes.”
“Do you accept us as your mates and your pack?” he grow
led. His thick length pressed against her thigh, and she opened her legs to admit him.
“Yes.”
His body hovered over hers, and the powerful muscles of his chest pressed against her as they kissed. It was a slow, tender kiss, with just the perfect amount of tongue and heat. His lips brushed hers softly as his cock slipped inside.
He was making love to her, Sibyl realized, and grasped onto his back.
Every thrust was achingly deliberate. Her body blended with his, and drowned in the pleasure of the moment. His musky scent filled her nose – the hair on his chest tickled her breasts – his strong muscles shifted under her fingers.
It was perfect.
Gabe and Jonathan and Adrian were all perfect – and they wanted her.
Her pussy squeezed him, and she moaned and gasped for air. The peak of her pleasure got closer with every thrust, and she gave into it completely. When she came, it felt like a wave of desire drowning her. His hot seed leaked inside, his mouth brushed hers and he growled deep in his chest.
Then he kissed her and stayed buried inside.
She grasped him and squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them, Gabe was still there, and he smiled at her.
“Do you believe me?” he asked.
She nodded, not trusting herself to speak yet.
“Good. Then we’ll all stay here from now on. This is our home – the lake and the woods are our territory. Do you want to help us fill out the pack?’
“My job,” she mumbled, though work was the farthest thing from her mind. Fill out the pack? Did that mean werewolf babies?
“We’ll take care of anything you need, and you’ll take care of us.”
The words filled her chest with a warmth she’d never felt, and she nodded. “Yes. Yes, that’s perfect.”
He kissed her forehead and stretched next to her on the bed. Then Jonathan and Adrian crept into the room and joined them both.
Sibyl’s three mates surrounded her, hands winding over her body and holding her close. She cuddled against them as her heart beat with something she’d never felt before. It was more than love – it was perfect happiness – and she got it from three werewolves.
Eva’s Alpha
Eva stepped into the airport just outside Paris and looked around. It had been a long flight, and her legs ached from being cramped in coach for nearly eight hours. But the trip around Europe was a dream she’d had since she was little, and she wasn’t about to give it up just because she didn’t have someone to go with her.
Maybe she should’ve sprung for first class though, she thought and she shook the feeling back into her legs. But then she wouldn’t have been able to afford the upscale hotels and have enough spending money on the side. And what good was going to Europe without shopping?
Eva frowned at the skinny women hustling past and ran her hands over her stomach. The blouse hid the bulge, but that didn’t mean she could fit into little European sizes. Well, she could still go shopping, if not for clothing.
She gripped her suitcase with one hand and the strap of her purse with the other. Friends who’d been to Europe warned her about pickpockets in crowded places. Not like she couldn’t handle it, growing up in New York City, but getting robbed first thing didn’t sound appealing.
Taking a deep breath, she smiled despite the fatigue. She’d done it. You’ll never amount to anything without a husband, her mother would say. Well, the old bitch was wrong – again. Now here Eva was, and that was something, even if she didn’t have a man to share it with her. Maybe she’d find a hot European guy for a fling.
They’ll never want you. Not when you look like that. Not when you’re a fat cow, the voice of her mother echoed inside Eva’s head. She shook it free and smoothed a hand over her blouse. It clung to her the narrowest part of her waist and hid the wideness of her hips.
There was nothing she could do about the way she was built. If men didn’t like it, they didn’t have to date her, Eva told herself.
And it wasn’t like she couldn’t get laid. One night stands were easy, but finding a guy to stick around was another matter. Long term boyfriends weren’t her forte. After a few dates, men got tired of her. Maybe her mother was right. Maybe they were just using her for sex.
She frowned at the thought. Well, even if she couldn’t find a husband, it didn’t mean she couldn’t live a decent life. And there was no use thinking about any of that now. She was in Paris. She should be happy. Plus, Eva needed to find her tour guide. What was his name? Ewan something?
Eva stood against the kiosk next to the baggage claim, the place the tour guide was supposed to met her. She was slightly early. Her flight made good time, but where the hell was he?
As she was looking around, someone bumped into her from the side.
“Pardon,” the small woman muttered in French.
Eva clutched her purse and nodded.
Then a gorgeous man she hadn’t noticed before grabbed the small woman’s hand and pried Eva’s wallet from it.
“Think this is yours,” he said with a Scottish accent.
Eva tried not to gape and slid the wallet back into her purse. “I, uh, thank you.”
“Course,” he said with a wicked grin on his lips. “Are you Evangeline Barns?”
No way in hell was that her tour guide. Eva wasn’t that lucky – not by a long shot. His hair was dirty blond and brushed back from his forehead, though the tips of it brushed his collar. He had stubble on his cheeks, like he hadn’t shaved in a few days, and his blue eyes danced when they met hers.
She wanted to ask him how he knew her name, but she didn’t. “Eva, actually. Who are you?”
“I’m Ewan McLane. The tour agency sent me to look after you.” He held out his strong hand, taking her dainty one and shaking it firmly but gently.
His touch nearly singed her palm.
Her heart jumped into her throat, and she shuddered under his hot touch. He really was her tour guide? “Yes, that’s me. How did you know that woman was a pickpocket?” she asked to get her mind off the other thoughts that flooded it – like how good-looking Ewan was.
“In my line of work, I get a sense of people. Plus, I’ve seen her around her quite a bit.”
“And you’re not going to call the police?” she said and gripped her purse like the pickpocket might come for it again.
Ewan shook his head. “No point really. They wouldn’t do much, and there are worse folks out there than her, trust me, lass.”
Lass? Eva’s cheeks heated, and she changed the subject. “So you speak French?”
He wore a flannel shirt and jeans, and he seemed like he’d fit in better at a bar in Montana than a posh Paris airport. If the tour agency screwed this up. . . .
“French, German, Spanish, Polish and Italian. My Greek is rusty, but I can get by,” he said and his eyes narrowed.
Eva cheeks burned crimson, and she nodded. “Good, I just wanted to make sure I got what I paid for.”
He smiled, showing his perfect white teeth. “You thought I didn’t look educated, right? Is it my rugged Highland demeanor?”
It was, but she didn’t want to admit it. Eva shrugged instead. “I was expecting something else.”
That wasn’t a lie. When she put in a call to the tour agency, she thought they’d give her a woman, for one. Or, if they did give her a man as a guide, she assumed he’d be older and elegant, like the men in European movies. Not powerfully handsome and unkempt, with broad shoulders and a strong jaw. Or those brilliant eyes. How could he wet her panties with just a glance?
Damn.
His eyes trailed over her body, taking in the designer slacks and her fitted blouse. “I suppose I’m not as posh as someone from New York, but we’ll get on more than fine, I’ll wager.”
Then he leaned into her, and Eva’s back pressed into the pillar behind her. He was so close he could kiss her – and she wasn’t sure if she’d push him away or not if he tried. Probably not.
“I’ll give you more than yo
ur money’s worth, lass,” he whispered into her ear, and his breath brushed her neck. Then he took a dig breath through his nose, like he was smelling her, and pulled away.
Hopefully, she didn’t stink.
When he stepped back, his eyes lingered on hers, and Eva fought to catch her breath and calm the raging fire in her stomach.
“I’m sure you will. Hotel?” she mumbled and hoped she didn’t look as tired as she felt.
“This way. Cab’s waiting,” he said and hefted her suitcase like it weighted nothing more than a fluff of cotton. His muscles bulged under it, and Eva bit her lip as he walked ahead of her. His ass was like a treat in those perfectly fitted jeans.
This wasn’t the sort of man she’d ever seen up close. It was almost as if men like that didn’t exist in New York. All the guys she dated worked on Wall Street or worked in her industry, and none of them were super masculine. Hell, most spent just about as much time getting ready as she did.
Ewan didn’t look like he spent more than a few minutes freshening up, and he hadn’t even bothered to shave this morning. Maybe not for several mornings. Even if any of her old boyfriends went to the gym, they were toned in a completely different way than her muscular tour guide.
He held the door of the cab open and she climbed in. Ewan rattled off the address in French, and Eva watched the streets of Paris fly by, lit by streetlamps and shining in the rain. The chill was worse than New York in the fall, but she had a coat to keep her warm. She sighed at the sights as they drove past.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Ewan asked.
Eva nodded. Everything outside sparkled and shone. Even as tired as she was, Eva wished she could go outside and walk in the rain and drink in the city around her.
Well, she’d get plenty of opportunities tomorrow.
The taxi stopped at a little hotel tucked into an alley. When Eva climbed out of the car, she stared at it and raised an eyebrow. It wasn’t the hotel she’d booked. “This doesn't look like the Hyatt.”