by Vaughn, V.
The Wicked Mountain Wolf Pack could literally keep an eye on the town and its people below.
Hurrying to catch up with the alpha's long strides, she was aware of how her rear end must be jiggling a bit as she walked, vulnerable to the gaze of Mac and Finn who followed. As if the man could read her mind—wait, it seemed he actually could—Finn drawled, “That is a very fine view, Cassandra. I only wish the distance to the bedroom were longer, so that I could watch your lovely ass all day.”
Swallowing, desperately wanting to cover her heinie with her hands, Cassandra made no response except to try to walk faster. Trevor wasn't slowing down at all, and his stride took her almost two entire steps to match. A chuckle from Mac eased through the air, telling her he was perfectly aware Trevor wasn't making things easy on her.
Maybe Mac was an ally here. Well, except that he wanted to ravish her just as much as they all did. The thought of which sent another bolt of liquid electricity to her clit, which in turn made her try to squeeze her thighs together, which turned her gait into a sudden duck walk. She stumbled a bit on the rich carpet beneath her feet. Legs slightly shaky, she kept moving.
Trevor abruptly stopped and gestured to a room on their right. “After you, Cassandra.”
She halted and peered into the room. It was enormous, but the thing that caught her gaze was the bed. It was insanely monstrous. An entire football team could carouse on there, never mind just four people. It also looked deliciously comfortable, soft and inviting. The entire room was inviting. That must be by design, she thought. No sense in terrifying the surrenders even more by making the room in which they'd be taken by the pack an ugly little thing. No, much better to make it beautiful, complete with a bed that could more than easily support the antics of four.
She swallowed again. Four people—her and the three insanely hot Wicked Mountain Pack wolf shifters. Her chest lifted as she took in a long, shuddering breath. Casting a quick glance at Trevor beside her, just standing there exuding his brooding, smoldering hotness, she took a hesitant step forward, then another.
Behind her, Finn murmured, “That's it. Right to that bed you go.” His voice caressed her skin, raising small goosebumps merely from the starkly erotic promise behind it.
Cassie moved forward, a whirl of emotions suddenly threatening to overwhelm her. Curiosity, trepidation, desire, excitement, fear, wonder—they all tumbled around inside her. Almost panting from it, she half waited for one of them to just grab her and toss her onto the bed. She glanced back at them.
Not a one of those big, sexy, wild men touched her. They simply stood, waiting for her to do it. Giving her the choice.
Carefully, she eased her way onto the bed. Her heart thudding with a delicious, excited cadence, she walked on her knees to the center of the bed, which gave beneath her each sliding movement. The room smelled fresh and clean, yet the deep musk of the aroused men overlaid it as well. That thrum passed through her clit again, then again. Feeling the tiniest bit light-headed, Cassie stopped when she reached the middle of the gigantic bed and turned to face the men. And gasped.
They were all naked. Their clothes had been silently, quickly shucked while her back was turned. Careless piles of cast-off pants and shirts scattered about the room. That wasn't what held her attention, though. No, it was the examples of male perfection arrayed before her. Each one complete with a huge, erect cock almost proudly jutting out from each man. Mac's cheerful nature masked a totally ripped physique. Finn's body was so magnetic she could hardly tear her eyes away from it. And Trevor—the pack alpha was strong, almost aggressively masculine. Cassie felt her jaw drop as blood rushed to her clit, swelling it to an almost painful state. Three men about to take her. Oh, god. Oh, yes. Oh, god. Oh, yes.
Her mind seemed to be leaving her. And oddly, that seemed perfectly okay.
Trevor flashed her a dangerous, very wolfish grin. His eyes practically glowed in the low light of the room, like twin beacons of blue flame. “Like what you see, lovely Cassandra? Look your fill. Because now we take our fill...of you.”
Inhaling a hard little gasp, Cassie parted her lips to speak. Before she could say a word, Trevor was suddenly atop of her, rolling her back onto the bed. One second he'd been standing about seven feet away from her; the next, his hard, long body draped itself over hers, pressing her into the bed, covering her body with his very bare, very hot flesh.
She half gasped, half screamed in startlement, but the pack alpha swallowed it with a searing, relentless kiss. His lips plundered hers, actually plundered them, demanding entrance to her mouth with his tongue and definitely not taking no for an answer. His teeth scraped on hers as his face pushed hard against her, pressing her even deeper into the soft bed. She couldn't move beneath him. Totally helpless to do anything, except let him kiss her. And maybe push her hips into his, almost involuntarily. Almost.
Trevor made an approving sound into her mouth, his cock hardening against her soft thighs. He ground down onto her. The sensations that exploded just from feeling his hips crush into hers, that huge length like steel nestling against her, made her moan despite it all.
From somewhere near her feet, a distinctly male chuckle rumbled out. Finn. “Ah, you're already enjoying this, aren't you? It's a bit like your fantasies, isn't it?” A finger trailed softly over the sole of her foot, and Cassie jerked at the light tickle. “Being touched all over,” he went on. A wet tongue slid up over her calf, punctuated with little nips. “Desired, worshipped, and used by three men. At their mercy,” and his voice deepened into an almost terrifying whisper. A promise of delicious ravishment to come.
It sounded amazing. Just like her deepest, sexiest, slightly shameful fantasies. But why was she picturing only one of these men touching her? The one who looked at her with those dazzling aqua-green eyes edged with a hardness.
“Let me in,” came Mac's voice.
Cassie struggled to obey against Trevor's heaviness pinning her down before she realized Mac wasn't talking to her. Trevor shifted his weight away from her chest and onto her legs. Mac moved himself so that his head hovered above her breasts, which felt swollen with the need to be touched.
“It is time, Cassandra,” he said, “Time for you to understand your role as surrender.”
Warmth, wet and stroking and gentle and stunning, descended on her breast. A gasping keen fell from her lips as her eyes widened, looking into Trevor's, then a full out cry of stunned satisfaction. Mac's mouth worked at her tight nipples, taking them into his mouth as he swirled his tongue on them, first one, then the other. Sheer pleasure and sheer nerves rattled through her at once.
It had never felt like this when she'd played with herself. This was incomprehensibly amazing. Bliss. Pure, sheer bliss. And it was only her breasts, for crying out loud.
When the lips abruptly left her, she gasped in shock and protest. “No! Don't stop, please.”
Mac had sat up and back, although he eyed her with the promise of more to come.
“What's that, Cassandra?” Trevor's voice growled, his eyes pinning hers. “You think to order us around?”
Um....
“No, sir,” she whispered, staring back at him.
But she couldn't help bucking her hips just a little. Desperate to be touched again.
Chapter 3
Trevor stared into Cassandra's wide eyes, searching for terror, weakness, a sign that she might try to jump up and run screaming down the hallways of the mansion. All he could find was that strong arousal he'd sensed from the sweet surrender since the moment she'd been brought to the meadow earlier. Well, perhaps a bit of trepidation lingered in her gaze as well. But she was not as terrified as a virgin should be, if his memory served him correctly.
“Sweet virgin,” Trevor murmured, stroking a feather-soft wisp of her hair where it lay across one pink cheek. “But you haven't truly been chaste, now have you? You've experienced pleasure before. At your own hands.”
Cassandra's eyes threatened to pop out of her head, they were
so wide. Finn and Mac had stopped moving, waiting for their alpha's next move. He sensed more than saw Mac's amusement at the situation, Finn's simmering desire to simply get on with things. But they both had to wait and see what their alpha would decide to do with this strangely vexing surrender, who one moment was shy and the next defiant.
The more he thought about it, the more Trevor felt himself deeply intrigued by this beautiful woman's presence and nature. She fascinated him. She also aroused him more deeply than he'd been stirred by a woman in many years. It was—interesting indeed.
That odd something deep within him once again began to nudge to the surface. A something that was possessive and primal. No. Impossible. He forced it away and focused on his duty as alpha. Without the surrenders, the pack was weak. New blood was essential to keep it going, even if it was the blood of humans. Cassandra had no idea how important she was to the Wicked Wolf Pack's future.
This was his duty and nothing more.
“You touch yourself, do you not, Cassandra?” Trevor kept his voice like steel and his gaze without mercy. She squirmed delightfully beneath him, her face reddening somewhat. The delicate flush over her features was becoming. In fact, it made him want to nip at her. Claim her.
Damn it all to hell. What was wrong with him? She was a surrender, albeit a beautiful and fascinating one. But he would not claim a mate anymore, even if he could claim a human as one. He gave the surrenders to his packmates, and simply took his pleasure casually as needed with the unclaimed female werewolves who lived in the pack or the ones living in neighboring packs.
Trevor Reginald no longer took a mate. He simply led his pack. Mates led to nothing but sorrow, and he refused ever again to entertain that utterly useless emotion.
Forcing himself to continue, Trevor went on, “That is very naughty, Cassandra. I think your first lesson shall be in punishment.” Drawing back from her, despite her small vocal protest, he pushed himself off to the side and gestured to Finn. “Punish the surrender for her impertinence in pleasuring herself before she allowed herself to be a pack surrender.”
Finn gave his alpha a strange look, clearly wondering what was going through Trevor's mind. At Trevor's hard glare, though, he shrugged and turned to Cassandra. “My pleasure indeed,” he said, staring at the surrender with his intentions clear on his face.
To his shock, Trevor felt fury begin to gather within him as he watched his packmate do as ordered and start to “punish” Cassandra in the most pleasurable way possible. As Finn lowered his dark head to Cassandra's parted legs, ready to touch her sweetness between there with a gentle tongue lashing, the bizarre feelings of possessiveness once again swarmed up over Trevor and blackened his vision.
Impossible. No. It could not be.
* * *
Waiting for Finn's mouth to descend on her, Cassie trembled from a jumble of emotions and thoughts rocketing through her. Everything was happening so fast she could hardly keep track. This morning, she'd known she would be the town surrender, required to give up her virginity and her freedom to a pack of werewolves. Then she met them and, despite her fears, practically came in her panties because they were crazy hot. And they were pretty nice, despite being strong werewolves who could make her do anything they wanted.
Except for Trevor. He was arrogant, and he kept looking at her like she was both very edible and very annoying at the same time. His eyes, those stunning blue-green depths that clouded up every time she opened her mouth and something dumb fell out, kept catching her.
Tall, dark, sexy Finn who'd headlined her nightly fantasies for years—yes, he was gorgeous and hot and clearly eager to please her. Blond, laughing, beautiful Mac who put her at ease in the space of a few minutes and also promised to be able to do delicious things to her body—yes, he was also the stuff of girly dreams.
But Trevor. The brooding, powerful, arrogant, sort of aloof pack alpha with the beyond stunning body, the hard set to his mouth, and the hint of something a little lost hidden deep within his eyes—something about him just wouldn't let go. Something about him just made her want to be ravished by only him. To touch only him. To learn from only him.
Geez. How pathetically nineteenth century could she be?
Lying trembling on the massive, soft bed, waiting for Finn's tongue to touch her in that spot she'd dreamed about for years now, body aflame with a wild need, Cassie could only do one thing. She stared at the chilly expression on the alpha's face and kept her lips pressed tightly together. She had to do this for her town. She was definitely aroused. This was an adventure. They weren't going to kill her. This was a wild fantasy come to life, and she would behave and enjoy it, because she really did want it.
The thing was, she realized she wanted it only with the cold, angry, gorgeous man who was staring at her like he wanted to gobble her up in one bite, instead of with the man she'd fantasized about forever who was literally seconds away from fulfilling the naughty dreams she'd had about him almost every night for the last five years.
She was certifiable. For sure.
Holding her breath, waiting for the first touch, Cassie about had a heart attack when Trevor suddenly roared.
“Enough!” The alpha yelled so loudly the windows rattled, along with Cassie's tightly-strung nerves. “Leave us at once.”
Finn jerked back, rearing away from Cassie to stare at his alpha with a look of shock. Mac's mouth opened in equal shock.
Trevor stood up on the bed, easily balancing despite its softness. Cassie stared shamelessly at his naked body as he stood there like a chiseled, glorious god. The planes of his face were so hard as to be granite. His, uh, his shaft was so hard it jutted out from him, seeming to pulse in anger along with a throbbing vein at his forehead. The dark, luxuriously thick eyebrows were lowered over his eyes, adding a thunderous quality to what was already definitely a towering fury.
What the hell just happened?
“She. Is. Mine.”
The words growled out of Trevor, banging around the room with a force that knocked into Cassie.
Um. Wasn't she all of theirs?
Finn and Mac now stared at their alpha like he'd not only grown another head, but it was purple and polka-dotted.
“Trevor,” Finn began, but the alpha cut him off so furiously Cassie thought his voice alone would leave whip marks on the other werewolf's skin.
“Out. Both of you. I claim this surrender for my own, against all others.”
Deafening silence dropped over the room, broken only by Cassie's ragged breathing and an equally ragged breathing from Trevor. While hers was strictly arousal-based, it was pretty easy to tell his was driven by some sort of rage.
Cassie dragged her gaze from the drool-worthy body of the werewolf towering over her to the other two sitting at her feet, both clearly in a stunned state. Something was wrong here. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not that she knew exactly how these things went, aside from mind-blowing sex, but this obviously was not part of the usual script.
Without another protest, not even another look at her, Finn of her dreams and Mac of the sweet smile slipped off the bed and left the room, gently shutting the heavy door behind them.
Leaving Cassie all alone with a very pissed off, very aroused, very alpha, super very male werewolf.
* * *
Trevor stood still, shudders of blazing anger and stupefying shock racing through him in alternating waves. What had he just done? The impossible. The insane. The unprecedented.
He'd sent away his packmates from the ancient ritual, the ancient way in which the pack was kept protected. He'd called them off from the surrender as if she were—
No. Savagely cutting off his own traitorous thoughts, he whipped his head around and glared down at the woman splayed before him on the bed. Quailing before his expression, which he knew must seem murderous, she paled to a white that matched the bedcovers, although she did not move a muscle. Strong, even in the face of his wild wrath. Sturdy and secure around him, despite her renewed terror.
Terror because he was looking at her like he might be about to rip off her head.
Which wasn't remotely what he was interested in doing to her, now that he had her safely all to himself.
Trevor forced his voice to be gentle as he sank back down beside her. “I have frightened you. I am sorry about that, lovely Cassandra. That was not my intention.”
She didn't say a word, but nodded carefully. Even without color in her face, her beauty and her sense of self-possession still captured him.
He waited, then gestured at her so she would know she could speak. Voice a whisper, she said, “So what exactly is your intention now?”
Trevor let a quick smile lift his lips despite the bizarre sensation of simultaneous cold and heat rushing through him. “To pleasure you. That is why you are here.”
That was the only reason she was here. To give pleasure, and to receive it as well.
On that thought, Trevor reached for her softness and ran his fingers down her leg, from top of thigh to bottom of toes. Cassandra inhaled sharply in what seemed a mingling of surprise, interest, and a strangled giggle as he touched the bottom of her feet, half rising up on her arms as he touched her. The giggle faded almost immediately when he bent his head down to hover over that sweet, delicious spot between her beautiful thighs. She smelled like musky arousal, touched with a faintly floral scent he knew was whatever she had chosen to bathe in prior to the ceremony earlier.