by Vaughn, V.
No, wait. She was. And that thought made her moan. She was a wanton woman, here to please in order to keep the peace between the pack and the town. Right? Willing her pulse to slow down, she collected herself before answering.
“Excuse me? Sir?” Her voice sounded rather shaky. “I thought you said we would wait until we got to the, um, the bedroom?”
Trevor's thick, heavy brows drew down even more, shadowing his aqua-green eyes. How was it possible for one man to be so gorgeous and terrifying at the same time? Slowly, he said, “Are you questioning me, Cassandra? Questioning our right to your body? To do whatever we wish to do with it?”
Mac's fingers tightened on her nipple, now pinching it. Pinching it a little painfully, but oh, it shot her arousal level up even higher. She murmured and tensed, pulling back a little at the pleasurably stinging pain, but all that did was back her right into Finn's rock-hard chest. And what felt like his now massive erection pressing right into her ass. He deliberately bumped his hips into hers, his rigid shaft feeling like it was two feet long, even though that was impossible. Right? Right?
Against her own will, Cassie groaned once more. Loudly. Everything felt like it was spinning, whirling her around in some sort of amazing festival of sensation. Three huge, sexier-than-hell, wild wolf-shifting men trapped her in a cage of man-flesh. Knowing she was theirs, by choice and by ancient design, lit such a sharp bolt of desire in her clit it literally hurt.
“Cassandra,” Trevor said. The alpha power in his voice lifted her eyes to his. Her breath heaved in and out, making her breasts strain against the flimsy little dress. “Take it off. Now. We want to see that beautiful, lush body of yours.”
At his words, Cassie suddenly quailed, but this time for a totally different reason. She wasn't exactly heavy...but she was a little on the generously-sized side. Always had been. Her mother called it pleasing, where Cassie called it too much and spent time just covering it up as cutely as she could, her whole life. She'd been taught her entire life size made no difference to the pack, but that was then, before she'd been the surrender, and this was now. Now, when Trevor wanted her to remove the only thing left between her and them. The only thing still slightly covering her body. In what was still daylight, even though that was rapidly fading.
Stalling, she said, “I'm a little overwhelmed. Sir. Is there any way we could wait to do that until we get inside? Um, maybe to a room that has no lights? If that's okay with you, of course. Sir,” she added again, her voice a high-pitched warble that came straight from her jagged nerves.
Silence dropped so hard and fast it seemed like a large rock and been chucked into a glass-like pond with an ugly thunk. Finn's hand stopped stroking, Mac's fingers stopped pinching. Only Trevor, that huge, stunning specimen of male perfection, loomed in her vision. His expression teetered between astonishment, fury, and...something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
“Are you defying my orders?” His voice crackled. It made the little hairs all over her body stand up, and, despite its ferociousness, still sent tendrils of desire zinging around her really wet pussy.
“Well...no,” she said in as level a voice she could manage. Her legs shook a bit, though it seemed to be from some combination of trepidation and lust. Crazy. “I'm just asking if we could wait. Until...until you all can't see me as clearly,” she finished in a whisper.
Trevor kept staring at her. Despite the lowered brows, she still saw a convoy of other emotions ripple across his chiseled features. He drew breath as if to speak, them shook his head. “No. You willingly gave yourself as a surrender to the pack. Your body is ours. You will remove that dress. At once.”
Cassie swallowed, then tried one last time for reason. She wasn't exactly ashamed of her body—god knew it was capable of some delightful pleasure, which was a hell of a lot of fun—but she didn't know these men. Yet. It would be a lot more comfortable if she could just kind of hide under the covers while they did all sorts of things to her desirous flesh. Right?
Gathering the shreds of her courage, she somehow got the words out in a calm, level voice. “It wasn't exactly a willing surrender, sir. I was required to put my name in the lottery, it was called, so here I am. But if that's your logic, then as a willing surrender, I respectfully ask that you allow me to remove my dress inside the...uh, the house.”
Biting her lip, she waited for his response. The gorgeous aquamarine eyes stared hard at her, betraying no emotion, no clue as to his own thoughts. She did, however, feel very much like a bug pinned to a wall, awaiting her fate. Over the roaring of blood in her ears and the rustle of the trees lining the drive up to the front doors, she could hear her own breathing, but that was it. Damn, silence was a scary thing.
When the pack's alpha finally answered, it wasn't at all what she expected. “Very well, then,” he said in a suddenly bland tone. Behind her, she felt Finn stiffen as if in surprise. “Your request is duly noted.”
With that, the most gorgeous male she'd ever seen reached his hand toward her chest, gesturing Mac away from her. The blond wolf stepped back, his face suddenly grim and even slightly confused. Trevor jerked his head at Finn, who suddenly released his hold on her and retreated a step.
Then, alpha Trevor extended one finger toward Cassie, catching her attention. As she uncertainly watched, his finger began to grow. More precisely, the nail on it began to lengthen and harden. It quickly sharpened into a lethal, very non-human curving point. Wicked and gleaming, it was the deadly claw of a wolf.
Before Cassie could even gasp, the razor tip caught the top of her flimsy dress. With the slightest ripping sound, he slashed downward with it, slicing the dress in two. In a whispering slither of fabric, the rent pieces slid from her shoulders and drifted to the ground, leaving her completely bare in front of all three men.
Chapter 2
Trevor bit his own lip to keep in his groan at the sight of Cassandra's stunning body. He'd known she would be beautiful beneath the scrap of clothing, but to see her actual body halted his coherent thinking. And that sass, that flare of strength as she countered his order—it stirred him in a way he hadn't thought possible. He truly did detest the sauciness of the young female surrenders over the past few decades, mostly because they were not only saucy, they were just annoying in all their blathering on about women's rights ad nauseam. It was part of why he'd always allowed his packmates to take them on instead. Let them handle an uppity woman. He didn't have time to placate one who didn't understand the true importance of her place in the pack.
But something about Cassandra intrigued him. The golden hair, the clear blue eyes, the extremely generous breasts and hips, the sumptuous rolls of flesh a wolf could get a hold of—ah, yes, all that was quite delectable for obvious reasons. Trevor had always liked his women to be full-figured rather than the ridiculously waif-like creatures who'd been showing up since the late 1960s. Quite a pity women these days tended to starve themselves. Clearly, Cassandra enjoyed her food as any healthy, beautiful woman should. Trevor appreciated that. Yet something else about her called to him as well.
To his surprise, he realized at least part of it was that very sauciness he usually so disliked. In Cassandra, it wasn't mere bravado or sheer defiance. This one had a spark of fire, a spark of presence that he liked. It stirred something deep inside him. Something that felt oddly like—possessiveness.
Impossible. Trevor Reginald was not possessive of women. There was no point, when he could have any one he desired, at any time.
Glaring at the girl, he retracted his claw and crossed his arms over his chest. It would be quite interesting to see how the sweet little wench reacted to having her impudent demand not only refused, but countered by a demonstration of how much power he held over her.
* * *
Cassie shrieked loudly, leaping backward and stumbling. “I thought you said my request was duly noted!” she half yelled, half gasped. Before she could fall over her own feet, strong arms easily caught her.
“Easy now, l
ass,” Finn's voice purred into her ear. “I've got you. Now, stand still a moment so we can have a good look.” He gently released her, then stepped back and around her so he stood in front of her along with Mac and Trevor.
“Duly noted, yes.” Trevor's voice slipped over her, rough as sandpaper along her tingling flesh. “Duly accepted? No.”
That early evening breeze flicked over Cassie's exposed skin, fluttering along her limbs, caressing around her stomach and thighs. She stood there in some shock, utterly naked in front of their hungry gazes. Sheer reflex made her cover her breasts with her arms and twist one leg in front of the other, trying to make her most vulnerable area a protected, hidden vee of flesh.
Trevor snapped, “Remove your arms and stand up straight. At once.”
Cassie's natural sass rose up again without her permission. She'd never been one to take things lying down. Besides, she was getting somewhat less afraid of these crazy werewolves every second. They weren't that bad. Even if that incredibly arrogant alpha thought he could make her do whatever he wanted. Tipping her jaw up, she said, “At once? That's what my dad used to say to me when I was ten and stealing cookies from the jar before dinner. Same tone, too. Sir,” she added as the alpha's eyes darkened to almost black. She heard the little waver in her voice. It belied her snippy words.
Trevor's expression was suddenly terrifying again. Cassie felt her pulse thump in time to her rapidly pumping heart. She knew he would punish her for being so “uppity,” or whatever. Well, fine. So far, they hadn't killed her. They wanted to have sex with her first. It seemed like she could get away with being a little brave. For now, at least.
Finn's thick eyebrows raised along with one side of his lips in a half-smile, making him look even more like an angel combined with a sex god. “You're very saucy, Cassandra. It makes me think you shall be very interesting in our bed. You fear us, but you're also very, very intrigued. You can't keep your desire hidden. Not from us.”
His teeth suddenly gleamed against his dusky skin as he eyed her up and down. “Especially not from me. I've felt your fantasies about me all these years, you know. You've had some very creative ones. I enjoyed them very much.”
Cassie flushed even more as she also bit her lip, mesmerized by Finn's voice. It oozed sensual promise.
Leaning toward her, Finn added in deep, silken tones, “I hoped your name would be the one picked this year. I want to fulfill those desires of yours, while you at the same time fulfill mine.”
Mac shouldered past Finn. The sudden, silent power play between the two of them was clear. Cassie almost smiled. Male posturing, she understood. But to see these gorgeous men posturing over her...that was new. Despite the fact all the boys she'd grown up with knew she and other girls were totally hands-off, and the fact her college was watched by townspeople who worked there and made sure the female Wicked Mountain students stayed chaste, she knew men liked to jockey for top position. She watched romantic comedy movies and read erotic romance books, for crying out loud. She could understand what was going on.
But knowing this was happening for real, and over her? She felt another heated rush of pleasure at that unexpected reality.
“You, my sexy woman, have nothing to hide from us,” Mac said in an appreciative drawl. “Your body is stunning, Cassie. Luscious. And ready for us. Very ready for us.” His gaze suddenly smoldered. Cassie felt it in the tightening of her pussy, the juices that continued to slick her down there. “We can sense your arousal. I'm very much looking forward to tasting your arousal as well.”
Cassie inhaled sharply, loosening her own grip on herself. She felt a spike of white-hot need rush through her body as she imagined a male tongue on her. Tasting her. Licking between her wet folds, dipping into her pussy, lapping at her juices.
Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Yes, this was real.
“Enough,” Trevor's voice whipped out, cracking through the falling dusk. “Now, Cassandra. Remove your arms, untwist your legs. You are ours, and you will show us your wares.”
Defiance lashed through her again, despite the tingles racing along her skin and electrifying her pussy. “Wares? I'm a person. Sir,” she ground out more reluctantly. “Um, using the term wares is a little old-fashioned.”
Ominous silence again. Uh-oh. Maybe she could push it too far with the pack alpha after all.
Trevor shook his head, a lock of dark hair sliding over one of his fascinating eyes. “You need to understand your place right now, Cassandra.”
“You're in for it now, beautiful young Cassandra,” Finn murmured.
Moving so quickly she couldn't follow it, that insanely sexy, insanely arrogant alpha Trevor stepped toward her and hoisted her over his shoulder head first.
“Hey!” she squealed. Before she could unwrap her hands, though, Finn had just as quickly stepped forward. He grabbed Cassie and held her firmly in place, keeping her arms trapped by her own body. It was utterly impossible to resist. He was so strong it felt like she was trying to wrestle her way out from between a two-ton boulder and a mountain. She was effectively trapped between the two men, bare ass thrust up in the air, head down rather near Trevor's, uh, package pressing through his pants. Wow.
Her legs, though, she could kick. And she did. Hard.
Trevor grunted as her legs walloped him. Ha. Take that, arrogant alpha man. Before she could land a second strike, however, another set of arms strong as steel easily caught her around the knees and held her tight. Mac, holding her legs together at the ankles with only one strong hand. Once again, there was literally nothing she could do.
She was trapped, completely naked, between three men who intended to ravish the hell out of her. Their deep, musky scents suffused her senses. Her totally disloyal pussy pulsed again at the thought. She was going to be ravaged—fine, she was going to be fucked, and fucked hard, pure semantics really—by men she'd never met before today. Three men, three ancient and ridiculously sexy werewolves to whom she was expected to willingly submit as the town surrender. She'd been prepped for this possibility all her life. Despite the nervous tremors still within her, she was less fearful than she'd been when she woke up this morning. These men were real, and each one was an individual, and not quite as terrifying as she'd always been led to believe.
Except maybe Trevor the arrogant alpha.
Her breath gasped raggedly from her throat as her stiff nipples rubbed against the soft material of Trevor's shirt. All she could see was his back and the upside-down line of the mountain as the sun set behind it. Shock, anticipation, wet desire, and nerves played over her body, heightening every sense she possessed.
A sudden hot breath blew over her rear, tickling her heinie. “Oh!” she said, tensing her thighs together.
The breath came again. This time, a hot tongue flicked out with it, right onto the ample flesh of her rear. Despite knowing she was humiliatingly exposed, she couldn't help it. She moaned at the sensations as he slowly licked his tongue over the soft mound of her rear.
A sudden sharp nip made her squeal again, straining away from his teeth. Trevor's back rumbled as he snorted out a contemptuous chuckle. “Liked that?” he said. “Perhaps you like this as well.”
A stinging slap whacked her bottom. He'd spanked her!
Cassie yelped, instinctively flinching her upper body. Trevor still easily held her, though, and all she could do was struggle faintly against his grip. As she tried to twist her head around, opening her mouth to speak, her face bumped against something long and unyielding beneath his clothes.
Oh, my god. Trevor's...shaft. Length. Thing.
A quick inhalation somewhere above her hanging head told her he'd noticed the contact as well. Apparently not one to waste the moment, despite the fact he seemed angry with her, he gently pushed himself against her. She swore he swelled even more. The hard length pressed against her cheek. She could smell his sheer male essence: something feral laced with that musky hint. A promise of wild need he would unleash upon her.
“Apparently,
young Cassandra, we have the upper hand now,” he said. His voice sounded dangerous. And—did she hear interest in it, too?
A gentle hand suddenly traced the spot where Trevor had spanked her, eliciting another gasp from her throat. Caught again between embarrassment at her undignified position and pure desire, she let out another half-strangled moan, trembling slightly. The same hand that had slapped her ass now so tenderly stroked it, rubbing away the sting. How confusing he was—so hard and pushy, but able to stroke her so softly.
Finn said in a low, smoky voice, “Your body is perfectly acceptable to us, Cassandra. In fact, it's more than acceptable. It's beyond sumptuous, and we plan to feast deeply upon it. I believe you will enjoy that experience as well.”
Trevor's body tensed, and he pressed Cassie more tightly to him. As if keeping her from the others. What was that about?
“Time to go inside now,” he said, his voice again touched with that iron edge. “You shall walk,” he added. “Your head will burst from the blood flow otherwise.
She was feeling pressure in her skull, come to think of it. Letting out another startled “eep!” as Trevor flipped her right side up and onto her feet again, Cassie felt the warm spot on her rear from where his hand had slapped it. Remembering she was still naked, she began to draw her arms across her breasts again, but Trevor reached out lightning-quick and caught her hands in a single large one of his.
“No,” he said. The implacable force behind that single word and the unmistakeable power of his gaze was enough to make Cassie lower her eyes as well as her arms, although once again it wasn't because she really wanted to. “We shall enjoy your body as it is. Walk with me,” he ordered, turning on his heel and pushing open the large wooden doors to their enormous home.
Her home now, she realized with a start. A long hallway greeted them. She'd somehow always expected a medieval castle, but aside from the ornately carved front doors, the house instead was utterly modern. Sleek furniture appeared in the rooms with open doors they passed as Trevor took them down the hallway. A long floor-to-ceiling window stretched alongside the hallway, offering a towering view of the valley and town below, slightly shrouded in the falling dark and an unusual midsummer mist. Around a corner, an open patio beckoned. Cassie glanced at it, pausing for a split second when she saw the enormous telescopes set up. One was aimed at the sky, while the several others pointed directly down the hill they had just ascended.