“Oh, God!” Hope never expected the near-electric shock she felt when he slid his tongue through her wet slit. She screamed when he drew her sensitive clit into his mouth and suckled. Fisting her hands in his hair, she tightened her thighs and held him to her as she came for the fourth time that day.
Aftershocks shook her as he crawled back up her body. His mouth and chin glistened with her cream as he leaned down to kiss her and give her a taste of her own arousal.
After another long, drugging kiss, he reached between them and guided the head of his cock to the entrance of her empty channel.
Hope felt her eyes go wide as he pressed into her, his cock stretching her as Braxton had done earlier in the day.
“Gods, you’re tight, baby.” The words came out almost a grunt. “Your cunt grips me tight, like a wet glove.” His cock moved a bit inside her, and she sighed.
“Please, Joran. I’m not a little doll. I won’t break if you thrust yourself inside me the way nature intended.” It was a fact that she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t break into a million little pieces if he didn’t start moving.
Joran leaned down and kissed her so gently that tears filled her eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Hope smiled up at him and cupped his cheek. “I doubt that anything you do can hurt me after that wild ride with Braxton earlier. You’re bigger than him, but not much.” Leaning up, she kissed him. “Now get busy, mister.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a grin just before he pulled out and slammed back in.
She wasn’t positive, but Hope was pretty sure her eyes crossed at that. “Yes, Joran. God yes!”
After several strokes, Joran threw her legs over his shoulders, changing the angle of his thrusts. His cock seemed bigger, thicker, and rubbed her in places she’d never felt stimulated before. Thrust after thrust, his cock rammed into her, stroking the bundle of nerves just behind and below her navel.
Heat blossomed in her middle. Currents of white lightning rushed through her blood as he reached between them and stroked her clit. Fire burned through her, moving up from her feet to engulf her in the flames of ecstasy while yet another orgasm washed over her as he threw back his head and gave a throaty growl. Wave after wave of pure sensation threw her over the edge of reality until finally, her body went slack and she lay beneath Joran, quivering with aftershocks.
Chapter Twenty
Joran looked down at the woman he intended to mate and smiled. Her lashes made red crescents on her creamy skin as she lay beneath him catching her breath. Leaning down, he lapped at one pert, rosy nipple and grinned when she groaned.
“That was the best experience of my life.” He couldn’t help confessing that to her as she continued to shiver.
Hope smiled, tried to open her eyes and failed. “Mine, too.” She groaned again. “I can’t move. I think you may have killed me.”
Chuckling, he rolled off her, taking her with him to lie across his chest. Pressing a quick kiss to her forehead, he swatted her rear. “Time to get up, sleepy head. We shouldn’t have taken the time to do this as it was.”
It was true. He had taken the time to make love to her when others were in danger. It was unforgiveable.
“There is no need to worry, Colonel. The general has already transported down to the surface to warn the others. In fact, the alpha suggested that all of the women be transported up here for safety. Unfortunately, I don’t have enough energy stores for that and a confrontation.”
“Eep!” Hope grabbed at the coverings and yanked them over her. “Get out of here! I’m not dressed.”
“I am not in the room, Hopeful. I am a part of it.”
“Great, just great. Now I’ve had a computer see me getting it on.” She looked up at the ceiling. “You better not keep taped records of that sort of thing.” Sitting up, she ran her fingers through her hair. “Leave it to me to get involved with two…two…Good grief! I can’t even say it.” She waved her hand in his direction then continued. “Men…things that have a ship that thinks for itself.”
“I am a sentient computer, Hopeful. I am not programmed to judge. Please do not let this discomfit you.”
Joran searched his closet, found he had nothing appropriate to wear on the surface, and interrupted their conversation. “I have no clothing here.” He looked down at the floor and grimaced. Had he really cut her dress open with his nails?
Grabbing her things, he stuffed them in the recycler. “Can we get some clean clothing? Have you provided meals for everyone and is Sara out of the infirmary?”
“Yes, I have clean clothing ready for you both.” Carella answered at least part of his question both verbally and by providing clean clothing for the both of them. “The others have been fed, and Sara is with her sister and brother. She is doing fine, I might add.”
Joran thought the computer sounded proud of herself, but didn’t say anything. The last thing he needed was to mention that and have Hope start going on about how the computer had seen them naked, among other things.
“Thank you, Carella. As soon as we’re dressed, please notify everyone of your intent to transport and set us all down where Braxton is, please.”
“Of course, Colonel.”
He led Hope to the bathing chamber and stepped into the sonic shower. Waving his hand over the control pad, they stood looking at each other as the energy surrounded them, cleaning the sweat and dirt from their bodies. After two minutes, they stepped from the chamber and donned their clothes.
“I still don’t see why women have to wear all these underthings,” Hope complained as he helped her dress. Carella left out the corset this time, but she did provide every other type of underwear the women wore. “I’m glad that the computer didn’t make me another damned corset.” She shook her head as he tied the waistband of her petticoats. “I refuse to wear one of those torture devices.”
“That’s okay with me, Hope,” he said as he drew her dress over her head then traced her frame through her clothing. “I like feeling nothing but pure woman beneath your clothes. I like to think that all of the boning you’re going to get will be from Braxton and me.”
He chuckled when she blushed and turned away to fasten the twenty or so buttons that climbed up the front of her dress. After they were finished dressing, they left his room to look for the others.
“Please stay where you are, everyone. Transport will commence in twenty seconds. Please prepare yourselves.”
Joran glanced at Hope. “I have to change or the transport will kill me. Promise me you won’t faint again.”
Fear flashed in her eyes for a split second before Hope took a deep breath. Giving a sharp nod, she stepped back a pace and gave him some space. “I’ll be fine this time. I promise.”
“Six, five…”
Carella continued her countdown as Joran closed his eyes, pictured his midform and changed quickly, before it was too late.
“…Two, one.”
With a flash of light, they all appeared in the middle of a room filled with other weres and one woman holding an infant.
Joran quickly changed back into his human form and smiled when he saw Hope standing a foot or so away, her eyes closed. “Alpha, I come to fight by your side,” he said, bowing his head in the traditional greeting. Wrapping his arm about Hope’s waist, he drew her under his arm. “This is Hopeful. She is Braxton’s and my mate. I hope you will welcome her into the pack and protect her as you protect us all.”
Lorcan stepped forward, held his hand out and grasped Joran’s extended arm in a warrior’s greeting. “As the Gods will it, so it shall be done.”
“Your son is well?”
“My son is strong and healthy. Thank you for your concern.”
“My thoughts are with you and yours always, Alpha.”
At Lorcan’s nod, Joran could see that the man tired of tradition. He had said many times that he wished they would all act more human so they would not stand out. It made sense, but it was a difficult thing to achieve after
hundreds of years of strict formality on their home world.
With the formalities over, Joran wanted to get down to business. Perhaps it was the warrior in him, but he was certain at least part of it was the wolf who wanted to protect his mate, or perhaps, like Lorcan, he too, had tired of the old ways. “Braxton has filled you in?”
He hoped so. The last thing he wanted to do was make his sensitive mate relive the horror she’d experienced in Robio and Dradon’s barn.
“He has,” Lorcan said with a nod.
Leading them further into the room, he brought the women together with his mate and new child. “Ladies, please keep my mate, Dana, company while we plan a course of action.”
Taking Hope’s hand, Joran kissed her knuckles before turning her hand over and placing an opened mouth kiss to her palm. “We shouldn’t be long.” He winked. “Get to know the ladies. I don’t know how long we’ll have to stay here.”
He placed his finger over her mouth when she would have said something. “Shh, baby. I’ll be right over there with the alpha and all of the other men.” He waved his hand. “See? Braxton is there as well.” Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her ear. “Relax. All of the women save Dana are human and she was human until about a year ago. No one here will hurt you. Pretend you’re at a dinner party.”
“Yeah,” she muttered. “It’s a dinner party where one of the guests just might be a salivating cannibal dog-thing.”
Joran had to laugh at that as he walked away. He couldn’t help himself.
Chapter Twenty-One
“I’m Dana,” the pretty blonde holding the baby moved forward and introduced herself. “I suppose you know everyone else.” She turned to move to another room when one of the men stopped her.
“Oh, for crying out loud!” She scowled. “I want to go into the kitchen and make some coffee and tea.”
When the man wouldn’t move, she raised a brow. “If you can find another wolf or two to come along, I’ll bake some cookies, too, or maybe a cake.”
“Rafe,” the man reached out and slapped another on the arm. “Clear the kitchen through the alpha. Tell him we’ll go with the women if he wants.” He looked back at Dana. “Throw in an entire meal and we’ll get permission for you to stay out there indefinitely.”
“Fine.” She shrugged. “I have to cook a meal anyway. I may as well start it early.”
The man called Rafe returned. “The alpha said there are three guards outside the kitchen so they should be safe enough.”
Dana gave the two a bright smile. “Thank you, Savio. I’ll make you and Rafe a couple of extra big cookies.”
She led them into a large room with three long tables, around which sat at least thirty chairs. Hope wasn’t sure she’d ever been in a private kitchen that was so large.
“Wow. It looks like you feed an army in here.” Hope couldn’t help herself. She looked in awe at the woman who carried a newborn and looked as though she could cook for a troop that large with the infant strapped to her back if she had to.
“Only when something like this flares up and only when Lorcan and Tarin allow the others over for a hot meal.” She giggled. “None of the poor things can cook, so they’ve been eating raw everything unless they eat here or on the ship.”
“You know about the ship?” Did everyone? Everyone seemed to know more about this situation than she did. Was she the only ignorant one here?
“Of course.” Dana smiled as she moved to a small cradle against the wall and set the sleeping infant inside. “They kidnapped Amelie, Fleur, and me a little over a year ago.” She got a dreamy look in her eyes for a moment. “It was the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“Huh.” Hope didn’t know why, but she wasn’t feeling very articulate at the moment. Were all of these women nuts, or were they all suffering from Stockholm Syndrome?
“Do not think we do not realize they were bad men for doing such a thing,” Amelie said as she moved to help Dana with the coffee and tea.
Fleur moved to get some things out of the pantry along with several mixing bowls and some wooden spoons. Margaret and Sara sat down and watched, their chins in hand.
At least she wasn’t the only one who didn’t know what to do.
“They were very bad men to do such a thing, but they wanted what was best for us in the end, and that is what matters, is it not?”
Hope stared at Amelie for a minute, not sure what she should say. “I, uh, I don’t know. I can’t say that coming here was the best thing for me. If we’re really back in the eighteen hundreds, I’d say not. This wasn’t a good time for women. Not really.”
“Back in the eighteen hundreds?” Dana frowned at her. “What do you mean by that?”
“I mean, back in time.” Hope looked at the ladies. “You’ve all seen that strange ship of theirs. You’ve all known how their food machine works. You know they aren’t from here, right?”
“Of course they aren’t from here. They’re from some far-off place that most people wouldn’t believe in, but I do.”
“As do we,” Amelie added, indicating herself and Fleur.
“Why do you believe them?” She had to know. What could make five otherwise sane women believe in something that shouldn’t possibly exist?
“We”—Dana indicated Amelie, Fleur, and herself—“have been there, to their world. We’ve seen it, and we’ve seen the people they call elitists. Let me tell you, Hope, the elitists are not nice people.”
Hope sat down and rested her head in her hands. Why couldn’t she just accept this thing that happened to her as easily as these other women seemed to do? Hell, she’d been to their ship in space. At least it looked like a ship in space. Who would, or could, pull such an elaborate hoax?
The only people that she knew of who had enough money and power to do something like that was a government and why would any one of them bother? Hope had never been one for conspiracy theories, and she didn’t plan to start that crap now.
She hated that she kept waffling between believing them and not, but how could any sane, modern person believe the things that had happened to her over the last several hours?
Did she even want to think about the things she’d done with Braxton and Joran? What kind of woman slept with two different men in a matter of hours? Not that any of them had done any sleeping. Hope pressed her lips together, moved to the table and sat down.
This probably wasn’t the best time for introspection, but she couldn’t help it. Not once in her life had Hope ever felt the desire for a one-night stand. She’d had more respect for herself than that. What had come over her in the last twenty-four hours to change her so dramatically?
Was it the fact that two hot young men had taken interest in her or did it have more to do with her loneliness over the last several months? Whatever it was had changed her. A lot.
She looked at the other women who seemed happy to be where they were. What were their stories, and why did they accept these men and their fantastic way of life so readily?
Was there really some strange mystical force that drove these people to their mates? Was she slowly but surely becoming susceptible to it? Hope didn’t know what was happening. All she knew was that it did seem as though there was something drawing her toward the two men she’d begun to have feelings for in such a short space of time.
As the other women talked around her, Hope rested her hand against her heart, trying to figure out why she felt so much for them already. Never one to fall fast, it surprised her to find herself half in love with the two men in less than a day.
A sound behind her caught her attention and she turned to look toward the window. She looked at the other women, but none of them seemed to notice. Another sound, a thump against the side of the house, had her checking out her companions again.
Still, nothing seemed amiss. Perhaps it was normal or maybe she was just hearing things. After all, she had been kidnapped and…other things in the last day. Perhaps she just needed a nap.
When th
e back door opened and a man walked in, Hope didn’t think much about it until three more filed in behind him as he made his way to the door into the rest of the house.
Turning to face the women, he smiled at Dana. “I’m sorry to have to do this, Dana, but it was this or death.” Waving his arm, he signaled the men to take their positions. One of them stood next to the baby, his weapon pointed down at the sleeping child.
“If any of you scream, or call attention to the others in any way, Targis will shoot the boy.”
Dana made a small squeak of alarm and moved toward the cradle. One of the men grabbed her arm and held her back as she fought his hold. “Let me go!”
“We don’t want to hurt the child, but we will, Dana. Just calm down.”
“You’re lying. If you’re an elitist like the rest of them you won’t let him live. You can’t. Elitists want pure blood, not mixed blood Wolven. You know that.”
“No, Dana. They aren’t here to kill you or your child. They’ve come to try to talk reason with the rest of them. They only way to get them to listen is to take you all hostage. Without you women as a distraction, they’ll be able to concentrate on the elitists’ concerns.”
The man who stood behind Hope pulled her to her feet and dragged her toward the door. All of the women went silently as the man standing near the cradle bent to pick up the child.
“Don’t hurt my baby!” Hope could hear the urgency in Dana’s voice, though the other woman kept her voice down.
“Wait a minute! If they don’t want to kill anyone, why did someone kill Robio and Dradon in their own barn?” Hope tried to talk reason with the one man in the group who looked as though he might listen.
“What?” the man looked at the others. “You said you just knocked them out.”
“They might have knocked them out before they ripped their bodies to shreds.” Hope began to retch, just thinking about what she’d seen.
Her actions must have made the man believe her because he turned his gun on the man holding Hope, who was closest to the door.
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