by Anna Craig
“Easy now, lass,” 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, stark 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 for 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 thoroughly 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 several others pointed directly down the hill they had just ascended.
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.
Chapter 4
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 th
eir 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.
Then 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.
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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.