by Anthology
Damn. He knew how to use those slim hips of his to full advantage. He stroked her just right, sending her into an orgasm that kept going and going… It was remarkable. Truly astounding.
And then he finished and her body still rang with climax, demanding more. How could this be? Was this the frenzy they tried to warn her about?
All she knew was that she needed more. More, her cat cried out within her soul. Ever more.
Grif came to her rescue, claiming his spot between her thighs, joining them with little fanfare and a bit more force than she’d expected. It was just the right touch, taking away the pain of need and bringing her immediately back to the peak that beckoned.
He rode her hard, stoking the fire that threatened to consume her sanity, making her come over and over until it all blended into one massively long orgasm that made her scream into the darkness. She keened her pleasure into the night sky, shouting to the stars, howling at the moon.
Well, not really howling. She was a cougar after all. Not a wolf. Still, her spirit called to the stars, dancing among them for short periods of utter bliss punctuated by moments of stark need.
Grif was always there. Stroking her. Pleasuring her. Caring for her.
Throughout the tumult, she knew his love.
In the end, it was the only thing that saved her.
The fire abated when he finally came, allowing her a brief moment of respite. Grif kissed her tenderly, whispering her name until she opened her eyes, responding to the command in his hushed tone.
“Are you okay?”
She blinked up at him. His warm body still blanketed her. His softening cock was still within. One hand cradled her cheek with tender concern and the look in his eyes… Well, it blew her away.
“I’m fine now.” She wanted to reassure him but she wasn’t really certain of anything at the moment. The hunger had receded, but she felt it there, waiting in the back of her mind, anticipating it’s next time to strike. “Was that the frenzy?”
Grif nodded once. “Your eyes changed, sweetheart. They blazed gold with need while you were caught in the throes of the frenzy.”
She tried to raise her hand to touch her eye, but she didn’t have the energy just then. She would take his word for it. He seemed worried, but she couldn’t do anything about that. Not yet.
She felt the fire inside her gearing up for round two.
“How long?” she gasped as the need started to creep in on her again.
“As long as it takes,” he answered in a steady voice that was exactly what she needed to hear. He separated from her and helped her sit up as he stood before the low altar. “I brought you here because the stone circle offers some protection from magic. Performing this rite here beseeches the Lady to watch over you and gives Her the energy overflowing from our actions to be absorbed into this sacred place.”
She thought she understood, though the shifter beliefs would take some getting used to. Her grandfather had practiced a mix of beliefs that worked for him and Lindsey had been raised in the modern world, with modern views on religion—until she’d finally spent time with her grandfather when she was a teenager.
She had learned a great deal about spirituality from the old man. She would have to learn even more from Grif and his people—if she had the time to do so.
Lindsey felt the fire approaching and knew she didn’t have much more coherent time. She reached out to Grif, grabbing his forearms.
“No matter what,” she gasped. “You are everything to me, Grif. Everything.”
She released him and clutched her midsection as roiling pain washed over her. She needed something…someone. Any male would do for the pain that was plaguing her.
She saw Grif nod to the werewolf before he moved away. Large hands—not Grif’s—took her by the waist, urging her to turn and bend until she was leaning face down across the middle of the altar stone. Her butt stuck up in the air, her legs spread, waiting as the fire within her fanned to painful life.
She didn’t have to wait long. Logan entered her from behind and she remembered what Grif had said to him. That he’d let him have her his way later. Doggie style.
There were no preliminaries because none were needed. He slid into her—gentler than she’d expected—and began his motion immediately. Good. That’s exactly what she needed.
Grif moved to stand on the other side of the stone, facing her. She was leaning forward, using her hands and elbows to balance her as she was pushed from behind by Logan’s deep strokes. Grif’s cock was getting hard again as he watched her get fucked by the werewolf Alpha. It was right in front of her.
Too far away.
But she needed it. She needed him. Lindsey reached out with one hand, nearly losing her balance in her plea for Grif to move into range.
He walked closer to steady her and then she had him. Her hand closed around his hard cock, stroking him and drawing him closer. She wanted to taste him. She needed to have him in her mouth while the werewolf filled her pussy. She needed it like her next breath.
Grif made a token protest, but gave up without much effort when she took him deep into her mouth. Each stroke Logan made pushed her mouth onto Grif and she anticipated the rhythm, enjoying making both men as hot as she felt inside.
It was like nothing she’d ever experienced. It was raw. Emotional. An inferno of lust and desire.
Too much for the werewolf, apparently. He came with a howl. Too soon! Too damn soon.
She thought she heard Logan apologize as he left her, empty, aching, wanting. She held tight to Grif’s cock with hands and mouth, needing the connection. Needing. So much need.
She felt wetness on her face and knew she cried. She was going to die. She was going to go insane. She was going to lose herself in this endless need and never come out.
“Hold on, kitten,” Grif whispered, bending low to stroke his hands over her shoulders and back. “Help is coming. I know what you need.”
Oh, thank heaven! He knew. Somehow, Grif knew and she trusted he would help her. Somehow. Some way. He would help her. He would find a way.
She heard a rustle of clothing behind her and then—shockingly—a new cock slid into her. Too tight. Too big. Wider than the werewolf. Thicker. Just bigger.
Her addled mind couldn’t really process what was going on. All she knew was insatiable hunger. Desperate need.
And then the new man began to move, thrusting deep, stretching her wide, hitting nerves she hadn’t really known about before. The slight pain of his entry was welcome in her frenzied state. It was nothing compared to the pain of being empty and unfulfilled.
She started to come almost immediately and rode the wave higher than before, longer, deeper. Climax followed climax, becoming almost indistinguishable from each other, wrapping her in one long web of pleasure the likes of which she had never before known—and would probably never know again. People couldn’t feel this much and survive.
Could they? Apparently, she was about to find out.
Sanity began to return even before the end this time. Lindsey took it as a good sign. But then she started to wonder just who’s cock was fucking her with such gusto. One of the other wolves? Had Logan brought reinforcements from his Pack?
She hoped it wasn’t one of the assholes who’d been hassling her, even as she came again, moaning around Grif’s cock in her mouth. That seemed to set him off and he pulled out as she levered herself upward, wanting his come on her breasts. The feel of his warm seed on her sensitive skin made her come again, milking the incredibly thick cock that was ramming into her in short digs from behind.
Whoever he was, he knew how to use that weapon of his to full advantage. If she hadn’t been so far gone with need, she would never have been able to take such a monster, but as it was, he—whoever he was—was just what she needed.
He came and she felt the warm spurt of his seed shoot inside her. Strong, callused hands coaxed her upward to slide her back against a hard-muscled chest. Those same hands caressed her slippe
ry breasts, rubbing in Grif’s seed, tugging at her nipples as she screamed and exploded for a final time.
When she could breathe again, she opened her eyes and turned her head. She saw sandy, blond hair framing a familiar, rugged face.
“Steve?” she whispered, realizing she had just been fucked senseless by her new brother-in-law.
His hips surged, reminding her that they were still joined. He smiled and bent to gently kiss her upturned lips.
“Welcome to the family,” she heard him whisper before she faded into unconsciousness. The intensity of the past hour had taken all her energy.
Chapter Eleven
Lindsey came to as Grif carried her back to the cabin. She’d been so beautiful in her frenzy, but he’d been worried. He’d never seen it take someone so completely.
“Grif?” Her groggy voice alerted him to her confused state. He looked down into her eyes, glad to see them forest green once again. The golden glow of the frenzy was gone. For now.
“It’s okay, kitten. I have you.” He kissed the top of her head, glad his brother and the werewolf Alpha were guarding them from a distance on their trek back to the house.
“Was I dreaming?” She squinted and the confusion on her face alleviated some of his worry. She might not even remember all of what happened. That might be best for a woman raised among humans with human sensibilities. She wouldn’t understand what had to be done.
“What do you remember?”
“Logan. Then…Steve?” Her voice sounded shocked. “Was that really Steve or was I imagining it all?”
Grif debated over how to answer. Should he tell her now, while she was groggy? Or should he wait to see if the memory came back on its own? And if he waited, would she be mad at him for not telling her sooner?
“You want the truth?” he asked instead of answering her question outright.
“Always.” Her answer was strong and immediate. Grif sighed. He had to tell her now.
“Yeah, it was Steve. He was supposed to just guard us from outside the circle but when your frenzy flared so high, I knew you needed more than just the two of us could provide. I’ve never seen a frenzy like that and I hope to never see it again.” Grif squeezed her as they walked. They were getting very close now to the cabin. “I could’ve lost you, kitten,” he admitted, not caring that his voice broke on the whispered words.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered brokenly.
She had tears in her eyes and he worried about her stability after such a tumultuous night. So much had happened to this woman in such a short time. It was a lot for anyone to deal with.
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he assured her. He hoped she heard the truth in his voice.
“But Logan…and then your brother…” she trailed off.
He opened the door to the cabin with the hand under her legs and swept her inside before answering. He had to tread carefully. Lindsey had been raised human, with human sensibilities.
He carried her to his bedroom and placed her gently on the bed. Sitting at her side, he kept contact with her at all times, offering the unconscious reassurance of his touch. Her new were side would need that touch, which was so vital to their animal natures.
Grif stroked her hair back from her face and dipped his head to kiss away the tears that leaked out from her eyes. She looked up at him when he drew back and she looked so scared, his heart went out to her.
“Both the wolf and my brother are shifters, kitten. They’ve been through the frenzy. Just like me. And every other shifter. We know what it’s like. And ours were normal. Yours was vastly accelerated. We can only guess what that did to you. And you need to know, you were in danger. I didn’t want to scare you more beforehand, but the frenzy requires satisfaction or it can result in derangement. I’ve seen more than one shifter go insane and have to be either put down or locked up when the frenzy strikes. I don’t want that for you. Ever.”
“But I betrayed you.” Her voice was a mere whisper, but it was full of shame and dread.
“Nonsense.” He was deliberately curt, hoping to shock her out of her mood. It seemed to work as she blinked. Her eyes cleared and she really looked at him—studying his response. “I asked them for backup and it was a good thing I did. Your frenzy was the worst I’ve ever seen and although I would’ve tried my best, there’s no way a single male could have helped you through that alone.”
“I’ve never done anything—“
He cut her off by placing one finger gently over her lips.
“Don’t you think I know that, kitten? But honestly, shifter standards are a lot different than human. We all go through the frenzy. We don’t expect our mates to arrive virgin to our beds. Most cats have gotten up to all kinds of naughtiness by the time they’re your age, with the full knowledge and encouragement of the Clan. It’s important for us to burn off that youthful frenzy before we settle down, and repressing it can only cause problems. Serious problems. So we cats tend to play. A lot. Both before, and sometimes, even after we find our mates.”
The tears were gone from her eyes, replaced by curiosity. Good. Cats were always curious and he understood that response very well indeed.
“You really don’t mind?” She was still whispering, fragile, but no longer weeping, for which he was very thankful.
“I really don’t mind.” He had to be clear, so she understood and didn’t feel bad about something he had planned for and expected once he realized what was happening to her. “I am grateful to them and to the Lady that you came through this in one piece—mentally and emotionally.”
“What if it’s not over?” She bit her lip, clearly worried.
“Then we’ll handle it as it comes and I won’t ever love you any less for what you’ll be going through. It’s a natural thing for us, but it’s been forced on you all at once and in an overpowering way. I understand that. So does Logan. And so does Steve.” He was very firm about it, making sure she understood his words and intent.
“I love you too.” She’d surprised him by not asking more questions, but instead, picking up on the one part of his words that meant the most.
His woman was special, and he was lucky to have her, no matter what trials they might face in the future. With love binding them, they’d face it all…together.
Grif and Lindsey spent what was left of the night twined around each other as if the slightest space between them was not allowed to exist. He held her until she fell asleep and then followed her into dreamland, a smile on his face.
The next morning, Grif was gone from the bed when Lindsey woke. She took her time, taking a shower in the large, masculine, attached bathroom, and stole some of Grif’s clothes—a crisp white button-down shirt and a pair of sweatpants—before heading toward the smell of bacon. Her stomach growled as she made her way into the kitchen.
She stopped short, finding Steve there, by the stove, overseeing a pan of sizzling meat. Grif was nowhere in sight.
“Come on in and sit down. The bacon’s almost perfect. And I’ll whip up some eggs next if you’re in the mood.” Steve’s tone was light. Friendly.
Lindsey didn’t know what to make of it. He’d been inside her the night before, for goodness sake! She wasn’t used to making small talk over breakfast with acquaintances who’d fucked her brains out—by surprise, at that—the night before.
Not knowing what else to do, she took a seat at the kitchen table and watched Steve bustle around, filling plates and frying up eggs. One by one, he placed the finished products on the table.
Neither of them spoke for the few minutes it took him to finish cooking the meal. He seemed at ease with the silence, but Lindsey was growing more agitated by the second. She simply didn’t know what to expect from this confrontation and she was on edge.
When Steve finally settled across the table from her, they both had big plates of bacon, eggs and toast in front of them. He dug in and she followed suit. After a few bites, he broke the uncomfortable silence.
“It’s all right,
you know. I could see you were in frenzy and we all know what that’s about. I’m just glad I could help you.” He cracked a mischievous smile before filling his fork with another scoop of eggs. “Not that I didn’t enjoy it immensely.” She smiled as he chewed, almost laughing as he concentrated on his plate.
“Were you watching us the whole time?” Lindsey asked, dreading the answer. She ate mechanically, not knowing how she was ever going to feel at ease in this family after what had happened the night before.
“I wouldn’t be much of a guard if I watched you instead of the woods,” Steve answered. Hope rose to be quickly dashed a moment later. “I could hear you, though. And I knew when you might need my help. Grif gave me a signal and I came in. Logan took my place guarding in the woods.”
In the harsh light of day, sane Lindsey didn’t know what to make of insane-cat-woman’s frenzy. Or how she was going to deal with the ramifications of her actions the night before. This was fully outside of her experience. So far outside, it felt like she was walking on a different planet altogether.
“Just so we’re clear, I’m in love with your brother.” She needed him to know there would likely never be a repeat. She had never been promiscuous and wasn’t about to start now.
“I never doubted it for a minute.” He replied so quickly, she could feel the truth in his words. “Look, Lindsey, don’t get all weird about this. Everything about you becoming a shifter out of the blue like this is strange and new. We’ve never had to deal with a frenzy like yours and Lady willing, we never will again. But Grif is the Alpha of a large Clan and I’m his second in command. We deal with crises of various kinds all the time. Few are as pleasurable as your situation, of course,” he winked at her and continued digging through his mountain of scrambled eggs. “What I’m trying to say is that I did what I did for the good of the Clan, my brother and you. In that order.” He seemed unapologetic for putting her last on his list and she found a grudging respect for his honesty taking root in her mind.