by Abby Weeks
Mentally, she sent a signal to Tucker, the youngest of the four brothers, and told him to come forward. Still in his wolf form, he stepped forward and climbed with his two front paws on the boulder. She looked at his long face from between her legs. He was looking down at her dripping cunt. Then he shifted into his human form.
“Can you howl?” she said to him. “While you’re a man, can you howl like a wolf?”
Tucker looked down into her eyes. He looked so handsome, so young. He was actually the same age as Aisha, but because he was the youngest of the brothers, she thought of him as the baby.
And then he howled! It was no baby’s howl, that was for sure. Aisha knew it was a sound like no human man could ever make. It sounded like the roaring howl of a wolf, except it was coming from Tucker in his human form. He reared his head back like a wolf, and let out such a powerful howl that Aisha found it almost deafening. She lifted her feet up from the boulder and placed them on Tucker’s broad shoulders. She wrapped her legs around his neck and clenched them, pulling him forward toward her cunt.
His howl ceased and she tightened the grip she had of him in her legs. She could feel the warmth of his breath on the soft skin of her pussy.
“Taste me,” she gasped. “I give myself to you, Tucker. From now on, we will be bonded for the rest of our lives. You have my permission to woo me.”
Aisha shut her eyes and then felt the hot, wet, force of Tucker’s lips on her cunt. He pressed his mouth against the mouth of her pussy and then, as if he was kissing a woman, he let his tongue gently touch the lips of her cunt and slide inside them. He sucked on the mouth of her cunt, and Aisha felt her wetness flowing into his mouth. His tongue flicked rapidly inside her, and she held him so tightly in her legs that she imagined he couldn’t even breathe. She didn’t care. She never wanted to let him go. The pleasure of his mouth sucking on her clit was so overwhelming that she was in danger of forgetting the rest of the ceremony, but then Ma Hetty’s face sprung to her mind and she remembered the other three brothers.
She released the grip her thighs had on Tucker and told him to climb up onto the boulder with her. He climbed up and sat, squat on his haunches, next to her. He was hers now, and she was his. His erect penis was close to her face and she looked sideways at it. It was so long and hard and thick, and she wanted to feel the pleasure of it inside her body so badly, but she had to wait. It surprised her that she could smell the strong scent of musk from it, and it drove her wild with desire. That musky scent was like a drug to her now, and she was sure that she hadn’t been able to smell it before she’d started the bonding ritual.
She looked at the other brothers. They watched her every move like they were ready to pounce on her like prey.
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Chapter 45
“HARDY,” SHE SAID.
She saw that Hardy and the others were in their human forms now too. Hardy stepped forward. Aisha got up onto her knees and turned around so that she had her back to him. She didn’t know how she knew what to do, but by now here instincts had completely taken over, and she just had a feeling for how she should offer herself to the brothers. She didn’t know if it came from having learned about the mating rituals of wolves when she was training to be a vet, or if it came from somewhere deeper inside her, but she backed up to the very edge of the boulder so that her ass extended over the side. When Hardy’s handsome, manly face touched the cheeks of her ass, she pressed back against him. His face slid into the crack of her ass, and he began licking her anus. His tongue pressed against it, filling her with the thrill of desire. As his tongue pressed against the tight ring of muscle of her anus, her pussy tingled with such an intense pleasure that she had to reach down and press her hand against her cunt just to control herself. Her cunt was soaking wet. Hardy’s tongue slid down from her anus and underneath her ass until he was reaching very close to the bottom of her cunt. She lifted her legs, one at a time, and brought them back down to rest on his shoulders, so that she was kneeling on his shoulders, and he could then easily reach her cunt with his tongue. His tongue flicked and lapped at her wet pussy. He was tasting her. He was smelling her. He was getting to know her taste and scent so that he’d be able to identify her from miles away, know when she was in heat, know when she was ready to mate.
He licked her cunt, swallowing whatever flowed from her, and then he climbed up onto the boulder next to her.
Aisha looked up into his eyes.
“Howl for me, Hardy,” she said.
She looked down at his penis and saw that it was just as erect as his brother’s. Hardy smiled faintly at her and then threw back his head and howled at the moon. It was still astonishing to Aisha just how loud the brothers could howl while they were in human form. As Hardy howled, she looked at his throbbing cock and was filled with the desire to let it slide into her mouth. It was so close. She moved her face closer to it, her mouth ever so slightly open. The scent of his musk was overwhelming. It made her want him so badly. She could tell the difference between Hardy and Tucker from their musk. She leaned forward as he howled and let her lips brush the tip of his cock, but she stopped herself from taking it into her mouth. She wanted to so badly, but she had to resist.
Hardy looked down at her, her lips just faintly touching the skin at the head of his penis. It took every ounce of her restraint not to suck on that delicious, throbbing head.
She looked up at him.
“I belong to you now, Hardy. And you belong to me. I give you my handmaiden’s bond.”
Hardy howled again, and this time, Aisha opened her mouth and put it over the throbbing knot at the head of his cock and tasted him. He tasted so good to her, a unique taste that perfectly matched the fragrance of his musk. It felt so right. Now that she’d given him the handmaiden’s bond, nothing could ever be wrong between them. It was the way of their species. They were bonded for life now. She sucked on his cock and felt it throb with overwhelming desire, the large knot pulsing with blood and hormones that were so hungry for her that she could taste it.
She pulled away from him. He sat beside Tucker on his haunches, and Aisha glanced at their two ready, erect cocks before putting her attention onto Packer. She turned to face him.
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Chapter 46
SHE SWOONED WHEN SHE LOOKED at Packer. He’d been the one who’d found her all those weeks ago on the ship from Canada. He’d been the one who’d first introduced her to the world of the shifters. He’d risked his life to protect her. He’d even taken a bullet for her. How could she feel anything but affection for him? He was tall and muscular, and he looked stronger than any man Aisha had ever known.
“Come to me, Packer,” she said, her voice breaking from the intensity of the emotion she was feeling.
Aisha knew all too well that she’d never been in love before in her life. Right now, she was also beginning to realize that if she ever did fall in love, the emotion would feel very much like what she was already beginning to feel for Packer.
Packer walked forward, between Aisha’s legs, and looked deeply into her eyes.
Suddenly, Aisha felt shy. She didn’t feel like she could tell him to taste her and lick her like she’d done with Hardy and Tucker. He was standing there, his head between her legs, just like the others had been, and yet, everything felt different. She felt as if he was the one who was in control, even though it was her bonding ritual. He put his hands on her legs and slowly spread them open. Aisha kept her eyes locked on his. The golden fire within them was almost too much for her to bear. He had such a power over her, and she had no idea where it came from. Ever since she’d first laid eyes on him, he’d had that power. She knew that now.
Packer looked down at her pussy. The lips were red and wet and hot and as he brought his face down close to look more carefully, Aisha quivered with desire for him. She wanted him. She wanted to feel the entire length and girth of him inside her. But she knew it wasn’t the time yet. She hadn’t imprinted her bond on him yet. What had been so simple with
Hardy and Tucker suddenly seemed a lot more complicated.
She reached out for Ma Hetty, but all the older woman could tell her was to listen to her instincts. No one could help her with this. Packer was obviously an alpha among alphas, a male who’d been born to lead a mighty shifter pack. If times had been different and there were still many shifters, he might have been sent off into the wilderness with a group of females of his own to colonize a new territory. Ma Hetty told Aisha all of that in a few simple images, but it didn’t make Aisha’s immediate predicament any easier. She still had to figure out what to do. How was she supposed to bond with a male who was powerful enough to master many females? How could she do it? She didn’t even have the benefit of growing up in a shifter society. She was flying blind.
She was facing him, looking into his deep yellow eyes from between her legs, and he could easily bend down and eat out her pussy as Tucker had done. There was a part of Aisha that wished that was what Packer would do. At least then the bonding ritual would be performed. But there was another part of her that realized that the bond she was about to perform with Packer was going to be deeper than that, and that she needed to go through a ritual that was deeper and more meaningful in order to establish it.
“Can you smell me?” she whispered softly to Packer.
Packer nodded. He looked down at her wet cunt and Aisha knew that he knew she wanted him. There was no way she could possibly hide it. She was dripping with desire, and he could sense even the slightest change in her body. She might as well have been wearing a sign that told him she wanted to mate with him. And yet, he didn’t use that knowledge against her. It wasn’t like with humans. With shifters, there was nothing to hide. Hiding was impossible. He knew she wanted him, she knew he wanted her. The idea of playing it cool, of pretending not to want each other as badly as they did, had no place in the world of the shifters. If you wanted someone, that person, and indeed the entire pack, knew it immediately.
“I can smell you too,” she said to him.
It was true. The scent of his musk was overwhelming. It was almost like the hearty, masculine notes that you might smell in an expensive men’s aftershave, the scent that you would be left with if you removed all the sweetness. It was the smell of manhood, of maleness, of prowess, aggression, vigor and most of all, of sex.
Packer’s gaze shifted to Aisha’s breasts. She felt so vulnerable before him. There was no way she could shield herself from his prying eyes.
“Your breasts would nourish many pups,” Packer said.
Aisha blushed. She didn’t know what to say to that. She hadn’t thought that he would call their children pups. She hadn’t thought that he’d be assessing her so openly, measuring her up for her suitableness as a mate, but given the fact that she was the last female available to him, she understood how much sense it made.
“I would try very hard to be a good mother,” she said, almost weakly.
“I know you would,” Packer said. “And I would be very proud to put my pups inside you.”
Aisha blushed again. Packer reached out and touched her breasts. He squeezed them gently, measuring them in his hands. Aisha somehow had the feeling that this wasn’t the way the ritual was supposed to go. She’d gotten the distinct impression from Ma Hetty that the handmaiden was supposed to preside over this.
She reached out to Ma Hetty with her mind, but the older lady told her she had nothing to tell her. If she’d had the opportunity to perform some bonding rituals, Ma Hetty said, she might have been of more use, but as it was, she didn’t know what she could offer to Aisha. All she could tell her was that some males were more powerful, more assertive, and more aggressive than others. Those were the true alphas, the ones who protected entire shifter packs and mated with many females.
“I’m yours,” Aisha said quietly. “I’m completely yours, Packer.” She’d said those same words to Tucker and Hardy, and she’d meant them when she said them, but not like this. This was an entirely different level of offering. When she’d said those words to the younger brothers, she’d been giving them permission to woo her. When she said them to Packer, he’d already won that battle. He’d already wooed her and won her heart. She was his, body and soul. She would have done anything for him. Despite the short time they’d known each other, she already knew that he was a male capable of fulfilling her in every way, in every situation, for the rest of her life.
He reached out and grabbed her by the hips and pulled her toward him. She slid toward him wrapping her legs around his powerful torso. Her breasts were at the level of his face and he kissed her nipples gently.
“You are truly a delicious female,” he said.
She smiled. She felt as if he and she were the only two on the mountaintop.
“I’m the only female,” she said.
Packer laughed. Then he lifted her again and this time she submitted completely, falling into his strong arms like a child being held by its father. She felt so light, so small in his muscular arms.
Packer leapt up onto the boulder next to his two brothers. He still had Aisha in his arms. He raised his head toward the moon, leaned back, and howled with so much emotion, so loudly, that Aisha wondered how it was even possible for someone in human form to make such a sound. It sounded more like a cry of anguish than anything else. Aisha looked up at him, looked into his eyes, and she was literally amazed by him. He was a beast like none other she’d ever known. She could see how an alpha like him could singlehandedly take over an entirely new territory. He was so powerful, and so passionate, that she didn’t think there was anything he couldn’t do if he set his mind to it.
“I’m yours, completely and utterly,” she whispered.
And she knew the bond had been formed. It was so strong that not even their deaths would be able to break it. It was like a bond formed in metal, in a forge, by a blacksmith. Nothing would ever break it.
“And I am yours,” Packer whispered, and he put her back down on the boulder.
Aisha expected him to get down on his haunches next to Hardy and Tucker, but that’s not what Packer did. Instead he leapt down from the boulder and shifted back into his wolf form. A moment later, and he’d disappeared back down the trail that led up the jagged mountain.
Aisha wanted to call out after him, but somehow she knew that she couldn’t. It was supposed to be her ritual, after all.
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Chapter 47
SHE LOOKED AT HARDY AND TUCKER, then she looked at Logan.
Logan was the oldest and possibly the most powerful of all four brothers, even stronger than Packer, if that was possible. He looked into her eyes, and that same intensity of golden fire was there again. Even after what Aisha had already been through with the other three brothers, there was something overpowering and overwhelming about the look in Logan’s eyes.
He bowed to Aisha, bending down almost to the ground, and then suddenly and unexpectedly, he transformed back into his wolf self and ran back down the trail the same way Packer had gone.
“Logan,” Aisha called out, but it did no good. He was gone.
She reached out to him with her mind, but all she got was a mess of emotion and turmoil that she couldn’t make sense of. She reached out to Packer too. His mind was clearer than Logan’s, but she realized that reading the minds of the males wasn’t quite as simple as she’d thought earlier. Even Packer, who was filled with the excitement and tension of just having formed a bond with her, was almost unreadable to her. All she knew was that he was running along the ridge of the mountains, the very spine of the range, and she had no idea how far he intended to go. Logan was going in a different direction, toward the human village, and there was such a knot of emotion in his heart that Aisha was afraid of what he might do when he got there.
She turned to Hardy and Tucker.
“Why did he run?” she said.
They looked at her, and there was sadness in their eyes. They felt nothing but sympathy and compassion for their older brother.
“He’s a proud wolf,” Tucker said. “In the olden days, both he and Packer would have been alphas of their own packs. It’s not easy for them to have to share.”
Aisha understood instantly. She knew exactly what was going on in Logan’s mind. It was exactly what she’d been afraid of. The one thing she’d been trying to avoid was allowing herself to come between the brothers. She didn’t want to cause them pain or give them a reason to fight. Her plan had been to bond with all four of them. Now that plan was shattered. She’d bonded with three, but Logan, arguably the most important of them all, hadn’t been able to accept her offer. He hadn’t accepted her compromise. He’d wanted all or nothing, and that was something Aisha just couldn’t offer.
She suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotion. She felt tears falling down her face. Where were Packer and Logan? They were the two alphas. And they were gone. Would she be able to bring them back to her? And would she be able to make them both satisfied?
Would she be able to give them what they needed?
She didn’t know if she had what it took to satisfy all four brothers, especially the two alphas. She looked up at the moon and felt the tears falling down her cheeks, and she prayed that she would have what it took.
I won’t let them down, she swore to herself. I am the one female in the whole world for these four brothers, and I will satisfy them all.
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