Stay

by Treva Harte

  She could see it. Feel it.

  His control was gone. He was tearing at his cuffs, rocking the bed as if they were having sex right then.

  “You want a cock inside you while you’re inside me. You want --” She slipped on top of him, so slick that she didn’t need to force that big erection inside her. His cock fit inside her like a key in a well-oiled lock. “-- to feel like this.”

  She rocked, keeping pace with the vibrator.

  “Ohgodohgodohgod.” The sound of Lowell’s choked, gasping words gripped her by the pussy. “Let me loose, Lin. Let me fucking loose before I go out of my mind.”

  “You can trust me, Lowell. I’m going to take care of you when you go out of your mind. I’m always going to take care of you.” Suddenly she couldn’t say more. It was like electric currents running through her body. The blinding heat of insanity clawed at her too as she arched herself back, trying to absorb everything, every shock of his thrusts.

  The mirrored images of ferocity, of lust, of pure sex slammed into them both. Lin pinched her nipples, imagining the biting kisses of her mate as he fucked her. It was so close to reality -- she felt the sharpness of the punishment. She wanted it as much as Lowell did. She wanted to see his ass as some huge cock plowed into it. She wanted, she had to ...

  She came, the twisting force of lust almost blinding her. She was amazed her heart didn’t stop from the strength of her release. Her legs trembled as she tried to stay upright.

  She opened her eyes, blinking, as if she and her surroundings were transformed.

  Then she looked down and gasped. Lowell had felt her relief but couldn’t follow. Not yet. She slid off the strong body below, her shaking fingers just barely able to finally unfasten Lowell’s bound cock. He ignored her intervention, eyes shut, teeth locked on his bottom lip, caught up in his own desire. Lowell rode the vibrator a moment longer, a few viciously brutal thrusts more, his muscles straining. Then he screamed as his body snapped like a sprung bow, and his come spurted up, falling against his chest, spattering against his sweat-matted hair.

  There was blood on his wrists. Lin swallowed past the dryness of her throat and crawled over to completely free him. She licked his skin, kissing Lowell’s blood, the salty wetness reminding her of his spilled come. Delicious. No wonder weres sometimes had to fight bloodlust, the desire to maim and devour. No wonder they sometimes failed the battle.

  She wasn’t going to think about the battle she had been in. Because it wasn’t bloodlust she felt now. She laid her head against his shoulder, fighting tears.

  “Lin.” Lips brushed her hair.

  She hadn’t known what it would be like. Her hand grasped his. She curled it tight around his palm, careful not to brush against his wounds.

  “Are you angry? Jealous?”

  She shook her head at his anxious words, unable to speak.

  “You were about Leila. And that was -- well, I won’t say it was nothing. But it went nowhere. Then you heard about Dru. She couldn’t resist rubbing that in your face. I did fuck her when I first became alpha. I was confused and she was there. Afterward, I felt guilty and she worked that guilt to stay. But now this ...”

  “Stupid. I didn’t give a damn about what Dru said or what you did in the past. I don’t care about some passing stranger you might have a fantasy about. I’m only jealous when there might be some real competition. My mother might have been competition if things had been different.” She smiled up at him, letting them both know she was being truthful. “But I’m your mate now.”

  And your perspective changes when you think you’re never going to see your mate again.

  Her heart still hammered. Her body was still mush. And her soul ... she was very afraid that Lowell had taken her soul away from her.

  How could she be jealous of his desire when it made her so hot? This was different. This wasn’t about pack and family. It wasn’t even completely about sex. It was something he craved, deep down, and now he had passed the craving on to her.

  Her body and soul was his body and soul now. She had no more control over it.

  “Lowell --”

  “Hmmm?”

  “Nothing.” There were no words to explain.

  He stood up and squinted, obviously searching for his clothes. Lin hugged her knees against her body as she sat, staring at him.

  His eyes focused on her and he shook his head, as if to change the direction of his thoughts. Then he loped over to her and rested his mouth against her nose, almost as if they were muzzle to muzzle.

  “Nothing? I think not.” His mouth slipped against her cheek. “You’re everything, Lin. You frighten me. Almost. I want to show you how important you are.”

  “I like being able to frighten you. Almost.” Lin felt the warmth soaking into her.

  Chapter Seven

  Believe it. Believe it.

  The three remaining pack members didn’t visibly react to their alphas after the announcement. Mia stared out the window. The two beta males looked at each other.

  Believe. Believe.

  “And? So?” Oscar’s shoulders were set, his growl a clear threat.

  “I intend to remain alpha.” Lin spoke over the jittering echoes of her stomach. “But I can’t promise you any future. Any children.”

  “We’re not stupid. We got that.” Oscar’s partner -- Enrique -- snapped.

  “Hell, if it were just about him --” Oscar jerked his chin toward Lowell. “-- I’d vote to toss him. Stupid asshole.”

  “Now wait a minute --” Lin stopped. “You mean, you don’t mind?”

  “Of course we mind. We’re a pack. We want children around. But you’re all right. You make the asshole laugh. We’d probably never find another female able to do that.”

  “You stood up for me despite what my mother and brother did to you.” Mia’s voice was soft, but it carried far enough.

  “You’re one of us. We’ll wait it out and see what happens.” Enrique shrugged. “And we’ll stick together. Stick with you.”

  Believe.

  “Thank you.” What else could she say without getting teary and stupid? Oh. One other thing. “Lowell isn’t an asshole. I just need to get him to mellow out with you folks. That is, if you mellow a little back.”

  “Don’t try, Lin. What do I care what they think of me, as long as they keep their tails between their legs and their heads down when they see me?” Lowell’s harsh voice suddenly softened. “Besides, they’re smart. They know I’m a mean asshole and they know what they’ve got in you. That’s all they need to know.”

  “Yeah. Don’t push it too far, boss lady. Some things are just impossible to accept.” Oscar almost smiled.

  He’s wrong. They’re both wrong. But she’d fix it. Nothing was impossible right now.

  “I have time to work on it. It’ll be a piece of cake.” Lin kissed Lowell and then reached out and squeezed Oscar’s hand.

  Oscar looked almost as shocked as if she’d set fire to his fur. But he gave the slightest of squeezes in return.

  * * * * *

  “If he wants to do this shit, why isn’t he saying anything?”

  “He wants it, all right. Bad. Look at his fly.” Lin gestured to where it tented. “But he knows he’s supposed to say just two things during all this. Please when he wants it harder and thank you when you’re done.”

  Lowell’s pants weren’t the only one sporting a hard on. Even in the darkness of the alley they all could see it. The guy laughed, a little uncertainly, but there was definitely eagerness in his tone when he said, “And stop isn’t one of his words?”

  “Not tonight. I’ll be the one who says that, if it needs saying.” Lin dug her nails into her mate’s shoulder. “But I’m betting there won’t be any need.”

  The man’s eyes shifted from Lowell’s cock to her. Eagerness was definitely overtaking the hesitation he’d had just moments before. “You’re staying?”

  “I’m the reason for the show, buddy. You just bet I’m staying.” Li
n cupped Lowell’s balls, and he shifted his weight under the pressure.

  “Hell, why not?” The stranger was already pulling at the fastenings of his pants.

  Lowell pushed down his own, baring his ass to view.

  “Nice. You have any lube?” The man paused a minute.

  “Yeah. But don’t use too much. He wants to feel it.” Lin licked her lips.

  Their temporary partner left all hesitation behind with those words. There was a small spurt as the man snatched the lube and spread it on his rising shaft and reddening head.

  He was big. Trust Lowell to pick out someone big. He would feel it. So would she.

  Lowell lifted her and braced them both against the wall.

  Things blurred for a moment as she absorbed the gasps and groans before her and then the jolt of a cock entering Lowell. She could feel the push and pull of the third person’s frantic jolts inside Lowell when Lowell entered her.

  It was too much. It was perfect. She gripped him hard, his hands under her ass, her legs over his shoulders. Every harsh beat, every stroke he absorbed, she could feel ripple through her.

  When Lowell shuddered, she did too -- and felt reciprocal movement in the other man. Lowell panted like a dog over her, holding her tight.

  “Please.”

  Harder.

  “Please!”

  Harder.

  “Oh my God,” Lin whimpered.

  She shattered, pinned against the wall, pressed by the weight of two male bodies. Ignoring her release, their frantic coupling continued. Dear Lord, it was stoking her again. She shifted, trying not to cry out.

  Lowell’s head dropped into the space between her shoulder and neck. He bit, hard, as he rocked and ground his hips against her -- against the other.

  “T-thank you.” She wasn’t even sure if Lowell said the words or she did.

  “Oh, yeah. Oh fuck, yeah.” The man screamed in turn.

  And then the hot roller coaster ride was over. The stranger didn’t meet her eyes as he backed away. Lowell still gasped for air.

  There was nothing more. No sounds except for the steps their former partner made as he walked away from them, the noise growing fainter and then disappearing, leaving just the two of them together again. Just the two of them in the darkness of a warm night. The moon had just started to rise.

  The faintest of breezes cooled her skin.

  “Lowell?” Had it been wrong? Was he angry with her for making his fantasy real?

  Maybe that was all she was good for now. Being part of a fantasy. If it was, and that was what he wanted, she was going to give it to him. They’d enjoy what they could have together and not regret -- not ever regret -- what they didn’t have.

  Lowell’s eyes were wide, unfocused for a moment as he caught his breath. Then he squinted at her. Really saw her there, standing under the moon’s rays. The sweat beaded his face as he smiled.

  Her beautiful Lowell. There was nothing wrong with being his fantasy.

  “Damn, baby. That was good. You’re good.” He bent, kissed her hand. “All good. Perfect. I don’t deserve you.”

  “Lowell --” Her breath caught. She couldn’t bear him to start that now. Not when she was trying so hard to feel worthy herself. His insecurity was so ridiculous when he was everything a were was meant to be. It was her. For her, perfection was too far away.

  But maybe it wasn’t so hard to keep believing. Especially when Lowell kept coming up with new ways to show how much she meant to him.

  His voice roughened as he continued, just as if she hadn’t interrupted. “I don’t deserve you, but I’m damned well making sure you stay. Forever.”

  When she had dreamed of being top dog, she’d never thought of how complicated it might become.

  Her head drooped and then she raised it up. Stared straight at her mate. Complicated was one thing. Weak was another. She had to be strong when she told him the truth he needed to hear. “I’ll stay. I have to. I’m yours.”

  Treva Harte

  Treva Harte read far too many romances for far too long. One day the inevitable happened. She started writing her own brand of romance. She claims taking care of the family's neurotic miniature dachshund and raising two elementary school age kids is a full time job itself, but in addition she works as an attorney in a city with many other attorneys. She and her husband both like writing in whatever time they have left, so they often fight over -- sorry, since they are attorneys they NEGOTIATE -- keyboard time.

  You can visit Treva on the Internet at www.trevaharte.com or email her at fanmail@trevaharte.com.