by Dizzy Hooper
And oh—all those sounds aren't just coming from him.
Every breath I take is a tiny, panting moan. I can't keep the noises in. This is too much, and it's what I needed.
And it's incomplete.
I swivel my head around. "Landen—"
"Right here, gorgeous."
And he is. Kneeling right there beside us, and I manage to pull one hand off the floor to clasp his arm. I open my mouth wide and plead with him with my eyes. His pupils grow darker, nearly eclipsing the electric blue of his irises. He rises onto his knees and closes the space between us.
And then he's there. I grab his hip and haul him in. His cock skates over my bottom lip, smearing fluid on my cheek. I chase it, desperate. Finally, I get the head in my mouth. His flavor explodes across my tongue, and Colt slides in another inch that feels like a mile.
Another, smaller orgasm shakes me, and Grady and Colt both groan as I squeeze down. I'm in a perpetual state of climax now. There's no come down, only higher and higher to climb, one rush of pleasure sliding seamlessly into the next as Landen and Colt push deeper. Landen budges up against my throat at the same time that Colt's hips hit my rear, and I'm full. So full. I can't breathe, and I don't care.
Landen retreats before I can gag, but not for long. He starts fucking my mouth, just as Grady finally loses it. His hands on my hips lift me before setting me back down. He hits my G-spot as he drives deep inside. He and Colt set up a rhythm, one thrusting in as the other pulls out, and soon enough Landen matches their pace. The scents of sweetness and spice and golden glow surround me, penetrating me as surely as these males are, and it feels just like that.
Like I'm alight. Gold flows through my veins. My womb pulses and my breasts tingle. My clit and G-spot are on constant overload, and it's perfect, perfect.
Spots dance before my eyes. Time hangs. I'm nothing but pure sexual energy as three men fuck all my holes. In the distance, I hear Grady call my name.
And that's it.
I shatter. Through my cock-plugged mouth, I scream, my eyes flying open but unseeing as my pussy and ass both ripple. It's orgasm like dying, like being reborn. All around me, the sounds of male pleasure erupt, driving me higher as Grady comes in my cunt, filling me up. Colt drives his load into my ass. I swallow Landen's seed as it shoots across my tongue and then he pulls out and lets a rope of hot release paint my face.
And then it's done. I'm bred. Taken. Mated.
I collapse over top of Grady, and he has me. I've never been more sated or more safe. He closes his arms around me.
Finally, I rest.
Chapter 16
My season goes on for five more days, but it's never like that again. Something snapped into place when I was there with them, each of them buried to the hilt in my body, taking their pleasure from me while giving me even more in return. My body accepted my mates. And I had five days for my heart and mind to arrive at the same place.
My blood stays hot, but instead of frenetic, marathon fucking, I'm satisfied with luxuriating in Grady's enormous bed and rolling over in the middle of the night for him to drape himself over my back and push inside, taking me strong and slow. With Landen pinning me to the counter with his hips while preparing lunch, pushing my panties to the side and shoving in rough and fast and deep. With Colt carrying me into the shower to wash the come and sweat of my skin before sinking to the floor and helping me ride him to a rolling climax I feel in my toes.
In the meantime, I find ways to slot myself into their life. There's a lot—and I mean a lot of sex, but there's also quiet nights sprawled on the floor in front of a roaring fire, talking and touching and kissing. Laughter over delicious meals that they prepare for me. Long runs in the still-falling snow where we chase each other and just play. I learn more about each of them, and they learn about me.
By the time I wake up on the sixth day, with my head clear for the first time in almost a week, my heart is brimming. The love I feel for these males is stronger than anything I ever imagined. It's so big, I don't know how it fits in my chest, but it's real.
I'm in love, not with one man but with three.
And they've left me with no doubt but that they're just as in love with me.
Stretching long, I roll over in the enormous bed I've woken up in. The sheets are soft against my naked skin, but the contact doesn't set my breasts and womb on fire. I blink my eyes open. When my season started—when being fucked by three men in quick succession failed to bring me any kind of satiation, a panicked part of me worried it would never end, but it clearly has.
I glance around to find the room empty. It's Grady's bedroom; I've slept in all three males' spaces over the past few days, but this is the one I gravitate toward. I can't exactly tell the state of my own scent, but it's probably returned to normal if my new mates were willing to leave me alone—something they've barely done at all since the moment they sunk their teeth into me.
A nervous place in my heart pangs. Does this signal a change in our relationship? Now that I'm not desperate and begging for cock, are they going to be less attentive?
I jumped into this so fast. I know so little about these males, other than the reputation of their clan. Their tragic history that leads them to value their women above all else.
But there have been horror stories. Naive young women who have entered into mating bonds only to become slaves to their new owners. Kept and roughly bred and forced to maintain houses or serve their men in a whole host of other degrading ways.
No.
I push the fear aside. These are my mates. I trust them to love me as thoroughly when I'm not in my season as they did during it. I believe that they will cherish me and honor my wishes about how I want to live my life.
There's only one way to find out, anyway.
I'm going to have to get out of this bed, maybe even get fully dressed for the first time this week.
First, I slide my own hands down my body. My throat is tender from so many bites, probably bruised and purple with the evidence of my claiming. The edges of my bonding marks have healed, but the raised skin around the wounds remains. That's forever. Their marks on me will be visible for the rest of my life. Anyone who meets me will know that I belong to a strong, virile pack of males.
Just the thought makes my pussy clench. It's an idle thread of arousal, though—not the insatiable desire of my season.
I continue my exploration of the landscape. My nipples are as sore and bitten as my neck. My hips have handprint-shaped bruises from where my men held me as they took me hard.
And my pussy…
I slip my fingers through my lower lips. They're a little raw, and I'm definitely going to be taking it easy for the next few days, but I'm not as sore as I imagined I would be, considering how many times I've been pounded into. My ass is much the same—a small wonder, as Colt's affection for pushing into me back there hasn't diminished at all.
A small, pleased smile flirts with my lips as I complete my assessment. There's no stickiness on my thighs. Grady must have cleaned me up quite thoroughly last night. I passed out in sheer exhaustion after the last time he bred me, a sticky mess of his seed painted across the space between my legs. But it's gone now.
Gently, I circle my clit. I have no intention of going anywhere with this. I've had more orgasms this week than I have in the past couple of years. But it feels nice.
I lie there, touching myself and recounting my sexual adventures of the last few days. I walked in these doors a skittish virgin, homeless and alone.
I'm none of those things anymore.
Except—
Well, I am literally alone right now.
The nervous itch in the back of my mind reasserts itself. I'm not really worried, but the pull to be with my mates and reassure myself is strong. Playing with my pussy by myself isn't really that appealing at the moment anyway.
I pull my fingers away.
Cool air hits my naked flesh as I push the covers aside. I pad to the en suite bathroom and take a moment to
freshen up. Normally, I'd put on at least a little make-up, but all my things are scattered elsewhere in the house, and besides. My reflection in the mirror is of a woman who's glowing with sexual satisfaction. No lip gloss or blush can top that.
I tousle my hair once, then consider what to wear. God even knows where my clothes are. A terry bathrobe hangs on the back of the bathroom door. I pull it down and hold it to my nose. Grady's golden scent fills my senses. My pussy tingles, and my blood warms. I shrug the robe on and head to the door.
Much like my first morning here, my nose leads me to the kitchen. I pause just outside. Male voices leak out, muffled but happy, and my heart squeezes with a sudden longing.
I step into the doorway, about to clear my throat and announce my presence.
Only I don't have to. All conversation immediately stops. Three heads swivel around. Three sets of eyes fixate on me.
God, they look good. They're dressed casually, Grady in a red flannel shirt and dark jeans that show off his gorgeous ass. Landen is lounging around in sweats without a shirt, the waistband of his boxer briefs teasing me where they're peeking out. Colt wears a black T-shirt and black jeans, and how can this possibly all be for me?
As they stand there, staring, I suck my lip between my teeth. Self-consciousness steals over me, and my nerves jangle.
"Um. Hi?" I give a timid little wave.
Oh, God. Are all my dreams about to come crashing down?
But then they're in motion. Colt grabs a mug already set out by the coffee maker and fills it up, doctoring it just the way I like it, while Landen pulls something delicious-smelling out of the oven.
And Grady. Grady, my alpha, eats up the space between us, his large body striding toward me with singular purpose, and instead of rebuking me. Instead of putting me in my place or telling me how things are going to be now that I'm not just a warm set of holes to fuck…
He scoops me up. His golden brown eyes meet mine, and all the love I feel shines right back out at me.
"Mate," he murmurs. A low, possessive growl hums at the back of his throat as he buries his face against my neck, breathing me in.
Warm rushes through me. Relief makes my eyes prickle. I thread my hands through his hair and hold him close. "Mine. My own."
The rumble in his throat builds. He takes a gentle nip at my throat. "You look so fucking good in my clothes."
"Then I'll never take them off."
"Except when we tear them off you," Landen says from my side.
I look up to find him there, his brows raised. His plump, red mouth curls into a smirk. He puts a hand on my cheek and pulls me into a soft kiss, even as Grady is holding me.
"Right," I manage, dizzy.
"Or when we redress you in mine," Colt says.
He's standing on my other side, that cup of coffee in his hand. Grady sets me down, though he keeps an arm around my side. I accept the coffee and reward Colt with a kiss. It's quiet and demanding and brief, but so, so good.
"Come on." Landen extends his arm out toward the table, which has been fully set. In the center of it is laid out a feast, and my mouth waters.
A week-long sex marathon can give a girl an appetite, apparently.
"We didn't want to wake you," Grady says, leading me to the table. "Figured you needed your rest."
"Yeah. I did. Thank you."
"Anything you need, my love." He pulls out my chair for me, and I pour myself into it. He leans in, and oh. This was the kiss I'd been waiting for. His lips pull at mine, his tongue softly searching, and I'd give him anything he wanted right now.
But all he wants it to feed me. To take care of me.
Golden warmth swirls through my lungs.
He pulls away. "Go on. Eat."
"Thank you."
As he pulls away, he strokes his fingertips over my bonding marks. I shiver.
Then I turn, taking in the spread laid out before me. The bright sunshine spilling in through the big glass windows of this house I've been welcomed into.
At my mates. The three beautiful men seating themselves at the table all around me.
I'm surrounded by my mates' scents. I'm safe and warm, and my body hums with a deliciously satisfied ache. Love glows so brilliantly in my chest that it could blind me.
One week ago, I set out into the cold to seek refuge in my father's home, only to be turned away.
Except I've found that refuge after all. Now. Here, with these men.
I'm home.
And I'm never going to leave.
Pregnant By The Pack
Broken Ladder Wolf-Shifters Book 2
Chapter 1
Something isn't right.
I can't quite seem to put my finger on what exactly, but there's an undercurrent of tension that's never existed between me and my mates before. It's in the heated looks my alpha, Grady, gives me sometimes—only instead of simple lust, those looks are tinged with a darkness. A loss and a longing that I can smell on his skin.
It's in the odd glance my other mates, Colt and Landen, exchange when they think I'm not looking.
Considering the grief they've all suffered in their lives, I can understand it, to a certain extent. But the cloud has lingered over their heads, darkening all of our interactions.
Honestly, it's starting to freak me out.
Nearly five months have passed since I was stranded here. Cast out by my father's new mate, I wandered into the wilderness and was caught in a vicious snowstorm, right as my mating season was poised to take hold of me. I sought refuge in this house, with these three prime, red-blooded specimens of shifter males.
I thought I was coming in to ride out the storm. Turned out they had other ideas.
Not two days passed before I was left a well-fucked, blissfully sated female, covered in bonding bites and full of my new mates' rich seed, my virginity a distant memory. Thank God I arrived at their doorstep on birth control, because they bred me so thoroughly, so deeply and so repeatedly, I have no doubt I would have quickened. That even now, I'd be fat with their pups.
I shiver, just imagining it.
Five months, we've spent in domestic bliss, getting to know each other, body and soul. We've been so happy. They've never given me a moment to doubt either them or our…unconventional relationship.
But over the past week, the tension has continued to build, and I can feel it even now, here, in my alpha's bed. It feels like it's ready to snap.
Or maybe that's just me…my body, hovering on the edge of a shattering orgasm and desperate to take the plunge.
"Baby," Grady groans, panting against my naked hip. "Jessica. Mate."
A shudder hums through me at the possessive tone to his voice. I thread my fingers through his thick, dark hair and clench down deep inside.
Only there's nothing to clench down around.
Grady woke me this morning before dawn with his hard cock pressed to my rear, his kiss insistent against my throat. He scraped his teeth over the bonding mark that decorates my neck—permanently, and slipped his fingers through the wet flesh of my pussy.
Ever since, he's been torturing me, bringing me right to the cusp only to let me fall again.
"Please," I beg, scratching my nails over the hints of silver at his temples, then down through the prickly hairs of his beard. "Please, alpha—"
"Please what?"
Another flick of his thumb over my clit makes me whimper, but it's not enough.
"Take me. Please. Fuck me, fill me—" God, I'm so empty.
My season is still about a month and a half away, but with these males, it feels like I'm always in heat. I long for their cocks every day of the year. I want to be filled up and fucked and bred, to be pumped full of come until my well-used pussy is sore and dripping with them.
I moan and arch. Fuck. If my need is this bad now, how desperate will I be when my season does hit? Will I be good for anything but presenting my wet cunt to my huge, hard mates and begging to be fucked?
Hell, it feels like that's
all I'm good for now.
Thankfully, Grady takes pity on me at last. He slides his wet fingers lower, finally dipping them into my sopping heat. Even that modicum of fullness feels delicious after so long of being teased and denied. I squeeze my pussy around his fingers, and have to bite down on my scream when he fits his mouth over my clit.
Only to tear it away again.
His amber eyes glow, the wolf within floating closer to the surface for a moment as he meets my gaze. "Don't."
"What?" My head spins, dizzy with desire.
"Don't hold back. Let me hear it all. Wanna hear how good I make you feel."
I moan, louder—and not just because he ordered me to. Unspoken in his words was the fact that he wants everyone to hear how good he makes me feel. I get wetter at the thought of Landen and Colt in their own bedrooms, waking to the sounds of me screaming our alpha's name as he eats me out.
"Grady, alpha, please—"
"That's better," he rumbles.
With that, he seals his lips over my pussy again. His fingers press in deep against my inner walls, sending new shocks of pleasure licking up my spine. Even without his scolding, I don't know if I'd be able to keep my noises in. I've been on the edge for so long. Finally getting his mouth on me, his fingers in me, feels like salvation. His golden scent pours over me, and I spread my legs wider, digging my heel into his naked back.
The feeling starts to build, too fast almost. I whine and throw my head back, and he groans against my pussy. He licks and licks and licks and adds another finger…
And that's it.
My eyes snap open as my spine arches and my body shatters. "Alpha!" I scream.
Orgasm crashes over me in breaking waves, sweeping me away. He sucks harder, making me cry out again.
The second the climax starts to weaken, he's in motion, though. He pulls his fingers from my body with a wet sound, then slides them over my hip to rest against my belly.
For a moment, he seems to pause. His lust-blown eyes focus on his hand spread across my abdomen, and his nostrils flare, and—