by Marla Monroe
“Easy, Nessa. There’s time.” He chuckled and ducked when she started to swing a pillow at his head.
They managed to shower together without having sex for once, not that Jess didn’t try. Nessa quickly dressed in jeans and a T-shirt but forwent shoes. She didn’t bother with a bra either as she was sure they would end up getting naked again before the meeting that started at eight.
By the time Joseph got in, they had soup and sandwiches ready. He eyed them with a knowing look when he sat down.
“Don’t try to look innocent, baby. I know my brother’s had his cock inside of you this morning. I can smell him on your body.”
For an instant, Nessa worried that he was mad about it, but then she caught the gleam in his eye and knew he was playing with them. He was actually joking around. It seemed so out of character that she nearly started crying. Instead she played along with him.
“Well, he was here and you weren’t. If you are going to leave me alone like that, I’m bound to get into trouble.” She gave him wide eyes and fought to keep her smile hidden.
“Bad girls get spanked, Nessa. Are you a bad girl?” he asked, staring hard at her.
She licked her lips in anticipation. Joseph in a playful mood gave her goose bumps. His intense stare and the way he seemed to make her his entire world in that moment had her already damp panties soaked in seconds. When his eyes dropped and his nostrils flared, she knew he’d smelled her arousal.
“I can be a very bad girl, Joe. Are you going to punish me?” She saw Jess stand up out of the corner of her eye.
Before it even registered, Joe had left his chair and closed the short distance between them to have her thrown over his shoulder in the blink of an eye. Instead of carrying her to the bedroom as she’d expected, he stalked into the living room where he dumped her on the couch, making sure she didn’t fall off.
“Strip, Nessa. Make it fast,” he said, a glint of something different in his eyes.
She quickly removed her clothes, glad she’d left off the bra and shoes since they would have slowed her down some. She caught a glimpse of something move in Joe’s eyes again. His wolf was close. Should she be worried? She glanced over to where Jessup stood having already removed his clothes. He was watching his brother as well.
When she focused on Joe again, it was to find that he’d freed himself of his clothes as well and was slowly stroking his thick cock. She couldn’t stop looking at the way he held his cock tightly in what she would have thought would be a painful grip.
“Over my lap, Nessa.” He sat down on the edge of the couch and waited.
She looked over at Jess before slowly lowering herself over his thighs. She had to squirm a little to get balanced. She felt him shift then his hand rested lightly on the small of her back.
“Have you ever been spanked before, Nessa?” he asked.
“No.”
“It can hurt or it can hurt real good if done right. The thought of my handprint on your sweet ass has me harder than hell, babe. I can’t wait to fuck you with your ass pink for me.”
Nessa couldn’t stop the shiver that played over her skin. While she had to admit to being aroused at his words, a small part of her was uneasy. She knew deep inside that Joe would never hurt her, but part of the thrill was having that tiny seed of worry.
His other hand rubbed lightly over her buttocks then disappeared. She waited, expecting to feel the sting of his hand at any second. Time drew out, and she fidgeted, unable to remain still. The first pop of his hand against her left ass cheek stung, but he rubbed it lightly and the sting went away. The next one was to her other cheek, and again he rubbed it. Over and over his hand came down on her ass until now the stings were more like a burn that no longer centered on her ass but in her pussy and around her clit. The burning had her ready to scream for him to do something, but she kept quiet, not wanting to do anything that might stop the delicious fire licking at her womb.
Just as soon as it started, it stopped, and she found herself over the arm of the couch with her ass in the air and Jess’s thick cock at eye level where he knelt on the couch in front of her.
“Looks like I’m going to get that hot mouth of yours sooner than I thought, sweetness. Open wide for me.”
Nessa opened her mouth, eager to taste him for the first time. He slowly fed his dick to her until he touched the back of her throat. She fought the need to gag and swallowed instead. He didn’t force it down her throat and choke her. She relaxed and explored the shaft with her tongue. His swift intake of breath was music to her ears. He moved slowly in and out of her mouth, groaning as she sucked and licked all along his cock.
“Fuck, your mouth is dangerous, mate. That’s right, swallow my dick.”
She swallowed around him, enjoying the feel of him there. Then she felt Joe behind her as he ran his fingers through her pussy lips that were coated with her juices. He tested her readiness with two fingers and evidently felt she was ready because he slowly inched his cock inside. Her cunt sucked him in as fast as he gave it to her. She felt overfull with them both inside of her, one in her mouth and one in her pussy.
They stroked inside of her in unison with Joseph rubbing his hands lightly over her heated ass cheeks. It seemed to connect directly to her clit because she could have sworn that with each pass of his hand over her ass, one rubbed at her clit. Her orgasm built higher and hotter with each stroke of their cocks. She tasted Jess’s tangy pre-cum, letting her know he was close. She wanted more of the spicy liquid. Nessa focused on keeping her balance with one hand on Jess’s thigh and used the other to stroke and squeeze his balls as he moved in and out of her mouth in increasingly faster thrusts.
“Ah, hell, Ness. I’m going to come. Swallow me, precious.” Jess’s strained voice added to her own arousal as he stiffened in front of her and his cock pulsed in her mouth.
She moved her hand from his balls to grasp his ass as he filled her mouth and throat with his cum. His buttocks tightened beneath her hand as he strained with the effort of his orgasm. In that moment, she wished she could see his face, knowing it would be tight with concentration as he lost control for a brief few seconds.
When he cupped her cheek with his hand and began pulling from her mouth, Nessa let him go and licked her lips to remove all traces of him. This time when she looked up, it was to see pride and satisfaction on his face and in his eyes. He sat back on his heels and kissed her.
“I love you, Nessa, my mate. I love the way you make me feel and what you’ve done for my brother. Most of all, I love you for who you are.” He kissed her again before sitting back and nodding up at his brother.
“Hold on, baby. It’s my turn now,” Joe said from behind her.
Before she took another breath, he slammed into her, gripping her hips to keep her in place for his furious thrusts. He took her so hard that they moved the couch with Jessup still sitting on it. He chuckled as they slowly moved across the room until the couch reached the wall that wouldn’t be moved.
Nessa reveled in the wildness of her mate even as a part of her realized that had she not been changed in some small way he would be hurting her with his powerful thrusts. She threw back her head and howled when the friction of his pumping ground her clit against the arm of the couch, sending her into orgasm. Joseph joined her in the howl as did Jessup sitting in front of them. She felt Joe’s cum coat her cunt in warmth before she finally gave in and passed out.
* * * *
Joe collapsed on top of Nessa’s sweaty back, his chest just as wet as hers. His ragged breathing all but drowned out everything around him. He could hear his mate’s staccato heartbeat as well as her raspy breaths. When she went limp beneath him, he panicked and quickly pulled out to lift her off the arm of the couch.
“Jess, is she okay?” He held her up trying to see her face.
“She passed out, brother. You fucked her unconscious again.”
Joe could hear the smirk in his twin’s voice. “It’s not funny. I was too rough. Why didn�
�t you stop me? You were supposed to keep me from hurting her!”
“You didn’t hurt her, Joe. Calm down. I would have stopped you if you were hurting her. Didn’t you hear her howl? She fucking howled it was so good.”
Joe wanted to believe that she was okay, but he quickly checked between her legs to be sure she wasn’t bleeding. Finding only light bruising at her thighs, he relaxed slightly, picking her up and walking toward the bedroom.
“She did howl, didn’t she?” He carried her to the bed and gently laid her in it before climbing in to snuggle at her back.
“I think I heard her growl earlier, but I figured I wasn’t hearing right.” Jessup had followed him into the bedroom and was easing in the other side of the bed.
“She’s going to be strong, brother,” Joe said with pride.
“We better remember that when we do something to piss her off.”
Joe chuckled and buried his nose in their mate’s neck. It felt good to laugh. It felt even better to love.
“I love you, Nessa.”
“You need to tell her that when she’s awake, brother,” Jessup said.
“Don’t worry. I plan to. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me, Jess. I plan to tell her I love her every day for the rest of our lives.”
Chapter Fifteen
Nessa fidgeted in between her mates as they waited for the thirty something wolves and their mates to settle in the lodge where the pack held all of their meetings and celebrations. Even the children were present for this meeting since a new mate was being introduced. She could hear the sounds of young children as their parents tried to keep them still and silent.
Finally, Jessup and Joseph’s parents walked into the room along with their enforcers before Nessa, along with her mates and all of their brothers, entered as well. She fought to keep her eyes straight ahead so she didn’t panic at the number of strangers watching her. When they had reached the tables where they would sit, Joe urged her to take a seat with them following.
For the first time, she looked up and out to find dozens and dozens of eyes peering at her with open curiosity. The weight of those stares nearly overwhelmed her, but she gripped her mates’ hands and let their comfort ease her fears. She could do this because they needed for her to. This was as much for them as it was for her. They were proud of her, and she vowed to live up to their expectations if it killed her. Looking out over the sea of faces, she admitted that it very well might do that.
Deland stood up and the room fell silent around them. His impressive build and commanding presence demanded their full attention, and they gave it willingly it seemed. She could see where the twins got their strength of will. Though she couldn’t tell who they favored more since both of their fathers were also brothers, she did feel as if they had gained some of their aura from Deland.
“This is a joyous occasion as our sons Joseph and Jessup have been blessed to find their mate, Nessa. She comes willingly into our pack and will be a great asset to us. Join me in welcoming her to our land and into our hearts. May she bless us with many fine children.”
Everyone stood and howled, clapping their hands or pounding the tables. Even the children got into it by jumping up and down, their shrill, high-pitched howls joining the others. She hadn’t expected anything this boisterous but found herself smiling along with her mates at the apparent warm welcome. Then it was over and the men began pushing the tables out of the way and lining the chairs around the outside of the center of the room.
What were they doing? She stayed by her men as they rearranged the chairs from the head tables then seated her between them.
“It’s time to party now, precious,” Jess said at her questioning look.
“Wolves love to dance, baby.” Joe squeezed her hand before bringing it to his lips to place a kiss on it.
“I’m not much of a dancer, guys. Um, I’ve never really danced at all.” She knew her cheeks would be red at the confession.
“Don’t worry, sweetness. Most of us can’t dance either. We just like to get out there and act like fools.” Jess winked at her.
“Excuse me, boys, but I want to introduce Nessa to a few people before you disappear with her.” Andrea waited patiently for them to relinquish their hold on their mate.
“Keep the males away from her, Mom,” Joe said with a growl.
“I’m just going to introduce her to some of the other females so she’ll know some people. Don’t tell me what to do, young man. I can still spank you.” She growled at Joe before turning a smile to Nessa. “Let’s go while the getting is good.”
Nessa soon found herself surrounded by other women of all ages. They all seemed to genuinely want to meet her. It was a little too much for her to handle all at once. Just when she thought she would hyperventilate, Andrea sent them all away except for a stunning redhead with shoulder-length hair that fairly shone like pure spun gold. Her dark-blue eyes danced with mirth as she pulled her into a hug.
“I’m Gabrielle, Gabby to my friends. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Hi, Gabby. Andrea speaks highly of you.”
“Why don’t you girls sit here and chat while I find us some refreshments?” Andrea steered them to a couple of chairs set away from the others then disappeared into the crowd.
“She’s an amazing woman, isn’t she?” Gabby said.
“She sure is. I don’t quite know what to make of her. I’m not used to how, um, open she is about things.”
Gabby laughed a deep-throated sound that would probably strike lust into most men.
“She talked to you about sex and mating, right?”
“Well, yeah, sort of.” Now Nessa was uncomfortable that Gabby would start.
“Don’t worry. I won’t say anything. I can tell by the alarm on your face that you don’t feel comfortable discussing some things yet. It will get to be old hat soon enough. Wolves are very open about their sexuality. The one thing I will caution you about is not to get too close to any unmated males or let them touch you. It will enrage your mates’ wolves to the point of fighting.”
“Andrea pointed that out to me already. I plan to stay well away of other men in general. If they get even half as upset over other men as they do with their own fathers, I won’t live through the cleansing process.” Nessa covered her mouth with her hand. She couldn’t believe she’d just said that to a virtual stranger.
Gabby laughed and gave her a brief hug. “You’ll fit right in. Just wait and see.”
Andrea returned with cups of what turned out to be spiked punch. “I’d drink it slow, girls. I’m not sure who was in charge of the punch this time. It smells stout to me.”
They both laughed and sipped cautiously. Nessa couldn’t really taste the liquor in it but took her word for it. After all, she had a wolf’s nose and the experience to know what the norm was at pack meetings.
Music blared over speakers and people converged on the dance floor in no apparent order. She couldn’t make out specific couples and finally decided that it was a free-for-all with everyone dancing with everyone else. She had to admit that many of them didn’t have much grace or rhythm, but they made up for it with enthusiasm. Maybe she could manage to dance with her mates after all.
She, Andrea, and Gabby chatted about life as part of a pack and what she could expect in the next few weeks. They were both surprised when she had asked about howling and growling. Evidently that didn’t usually happen for months into a mating.
“Maybe she has some shifter blood in her somewhere down the line,” Gabby offered.
“That’s possible. While most of our cubs are born as shifters, there are a few who don’t shift,” Andrea agreed.
“What happens to them if they can’t shift?” Nessa was almost scared to hear the answer, envisioning her child being kicked out of the pack or worse, killed.
“Nothing. They just don’t shift. They’re still pack and considered rare jewels since most of them are women. All females are considered gifts. There are so few of
them born to us for some reason. Gabby is one of the few female wolves here who can shift.” Andrea patted Nessa’s hand. “Don’t worry. Any child you give to your mates will be loved and cherished.
Nessa relaxed and smiled. It was obvious she was as easy to read as a book to Andrea. She would have to be careful around the woman on the rare occasions that she was mad at one or both of her men. She had no doubt it would happen as protective as they were of her.
After nearly thirty more minutes of gossiping about pack life, her mates slipped over and claimed her from their mom and Gabby.
“We want to dance with our mate before it gets too late,” Jessup told them.
She laughed and allowed them to lead her to the edge of the dance floor then, after a few seconds of hesitation, Nessa joined in the craziness around her. Despite the packed area, her mates still managed to keep her sequestered, to some extent, from the other men. Then maybe they all understood the need to keep back from her since it was almost as if only females surrounded them while they danced. Had she not noticed that Joe’s and Jess’s attention was focused entirely on her, she might have done some growling of her own to be surrounded by so many pretty females, especially female wolves.
After the third dance, she begged to rest. “I’m not used to this much activity. I’ll have to work my way up to it.”
“We’ll help you all the way, babe,” Joe promised her with a kiss to her cheek.
“I’ll run and get us something to drink,” Jess said once they reached a circle of empty chairs. “I’ll be right back.”
Several seconds later, Gabby walked up. “Joe, your fathers need a word with you. I’ll keep Nessa company until you get back. I think Jess is already over there.”
“We’ll be right back, babe.”
Nessa watched him walk away, enjoying the view of his muscular ass encased in tight jeans. Gabby’s laugh pulled her attention back to the other woman.
“What?” she asked.
“The look on your face as he walked off. It was priceless. I think if you could have you would have taken a chunk out of his ass.”