He sat up, a scary smile on his face. “You saying you want me to fuck you, little girl?”
Brie’s stomach cramped in a mix of anxiety and arousal. She took a breath, inhaling Darien’s own fiery arousal. “I’m saying you need to finish what you started.”
Darien rose onto his knees and drew closer to her. “Yeah?”
“Yes.” Breath rushed out of her lips in heavy pants. “Claim me.”
“I did.” His eyes danced. “I bit you, if I recall correctly.”
“You need—” She had to say the words. She cleared her throat. “I want you,” she said. “All the way. Inside me.”
“Fucking you.”
“Yes.”
His eyes switched color, going from dark human to golden wolf, pupils dilated. “Say it, little girl.”
That set her teeth on edge. “Fuck me,” she snarled. “Take me. Claim me.”
Danger flashed in his eyes and in her brain, begging her to listen. Step back. She ignored it.
“Get on your knees.”
She flinched at the words. They weren’t shouted, but they echoed in the room, bounced around in her skull. Her pussy grew wetter.
“Now.”
She dropped clumsily to the floor. The cold exposed wood was hard on her knees, but she knelt. Because her mate demanded she kneel. A sound left her throat. Darien climbed off the bed and stood over her. He grabbed a fistful of her hair.
“You ever had a cock in your mouth, little girl?”
He knew the answer was no, she saw it in his eyes, but he wanted her to answer. He waited for her reply, so she shook her head, gave him one. “No.”
“That’s about to change.” The corner of his mouth curved. “Touch me, put your hands on me, Brie. Take me in your mouth.”
She swallowed. Her mouth watered. She didn’t know what the hell to do, but she wanted to do it. She’d never been in the position she was in right then, but she liked it because Darien’s hands were on her, soothing the burn if only a little. His eyes were on her, seeing deeper than she thought anyone ever could. His musk wafted to her, clogging her nose, that faint pine scent, and hunger wrapped in heat. He wanted her.
Her mate wanted her, and Brie didn’t waste time worrying if she’d choke with his thick cock down her throat. She licked her lips and pulled his boxers down to mid thigh. His cock sprang out, bobbing, nearly hitting her in the face. The flared crown, purple-red, was slick, shiny, and as she watched the tiny slit gaped open and a translucent bead of liquid pooled there. She groaned. She flicked her tongue out, caught it.
“Fuck.” Darien’s hand tightened in her hair. His reaction spurred her on, so she licked the head again and again. She kept licking that smooth cock head, lapping at the sweet juice spilling over. Darien tasted so good, sweet and delicious. She wanted to drink him, quench that thirst inside her, the unrelenting thirst.
“Hands behind your back, little girl. Lace your fingers.”
She did, a tiny voice questioning why his commanding voice made her tremble. Why she followed his every order without hesitation. Why her cunt spasmed at every sound of his gravelly voice.
“Open those luscious lips, little girl, and take me inside.”
Brie tipped her head back, locked eyes with Darien, and dropped her jaw. He circled his shaft and guided it to her mouth. Brie expected him to invade her immediately, but instead Darien used his cock to trace her lips, bottom then top, leaving a trail of pre-cum behind.
She shivered. He tapped at her chin, and when she gasped he pushed inside. He filled her mouth, thick, pulsing, smooth and hard like steel shrouded in satin.
“No teeth.” Darien said. “Suck me.”
He sounded strained, like he was trying not to beg. Brie sealed her lips around him and just sucked. A low groan rumbled in Darien’s chest. His stomach contracted.
She flicked her tongue over him, tentative swipes. He felt foreign inside her, but familiar at the same time. His hold on her hair brought moisture to her eyes, but she inhaled deeply, taking his musk into her body as she did her best to keep her teeth away from Darien’s flesh.
“Good girl.” He brushed his thumb across her cheek. “Such a good girl.” So soothing his voice, the praise. Brie hummed and doubled her efforts, alternating between sucking him with hollowed cheeks and flicking her stiffened tongue into his slit, searching for more of that salty pre-cum.
“Ah, fuck.” Darien cursed above her. “Love that tongue, little girl. Use it.”
She tried, bobbing her head with her hands clasped behind her back. She wanted to touch herself, rub her clit until she lost it again. Her nipples ached, begging to be touched. Hell, her entire body needed to be touched. She moaned when cream spilled from her and slid down the inside of her thigh. Her heartbeat raced out of control, and she felt as though she were running a fever.
One only Darien could put out.
She traced the underside of his crown with her tongue, worrying a thin area of skin. Darien’s body bowed, and he growled, louder and louder. His cock throbbed, heavy on her tongue. His juices fired up her taste buds.
“Gonna come.” She barely understood the words. “Gonna come, little girl. I want you to swallow me.”
She looked up at him, trusting him, she realized, for really the first time. His stomach caved, and his cock thickened even more and he came. Bitter seed filled her mouth and escaped down her throat. She couldn’t swallow fast enough and gagged. Darien pulled out and milked the rest of his cum on her face and chest.
“Oh, fuck.” He kept repeating that phrase over and over as she coughed. He dropped to his knees and hauled her into his arms. “Good girl.” He licked her face, liked off the seed he’d put there.
Brie shook uncontrollably. She clawed at his shoulders, hips undulating. She was empty, her pussy spasming. She needed.
“Look at you,” Darien whispered against her neck. His canines scraped her skin, and Brie cried out. “Not so innocent, little girl.” He smacked her ass as his canines sank into her.
Brie arched and cried out. Pleasure shot through her, rapid fast. She burrowed deeper into his hold, begging silently for more. Daren smacked her naked ass, again and again. The sound of his palm connecting with her flesh, the pain, the bite, they all coalesced between her legs. She pushed her ass back into Darien’s hand.
“Look at you.” He leaned away and grabbed her chin, holding her steady to meet his gaze. “Needing. You want this, my hand on your ass?”
Brie whimpered. Her throat was too dry to form words.
“My little girl, needing so prettily.” He held her hand, taking her with him when he got to his feet. “I’m gonna give you what you need. Gonna paddle that ass until you come.”
God. She didn’t have names for what she wanted. She only knew she needed it, and Darien, for some reason, knew what to do. What to give her. He sat on the edge of the bed and hauled her onto his lap. He’d kicked off the boxers, so they were both naked. He buried his face between her breasts, inhaling. Brie cupped his nape. He kissed her, kissed his way across her chest then took a nipple in his mouth.
She jerked, a moan falling from her lips. Darien worked her hard with his teeth, biting on her nipple then soothing the pain with his rough, wet tongue. He cupped the other tit and pulled at her, pinching the pebbled numb, twisting it between thumb and index finger. Brie writhed at that pain spreading through her body, sweet and slow like molasses.
She rocked on Darien’s lap, juices spilling onto his thigh as he played with her tits. Then he stopped abruptly and arranged her until she lay across his lap, ass up.
His palm came down on her left cheek with a loud sound. She yelped.
“That’s it, give me your cries.” He sounded so in tune with her, so adept at figuring out what she wanted when she didn’t even know. With each bite of pain on her ass, her body drew tighter and tighter to the edge. She widened her thighs, wobbling on Darien’s lap. He held her steady with one hand, while raining blows on each ass cheek and the
crease where ass and thigh met. Her ass burned, fire-hot, and her body loved it. The rough treatment centered in her cunt, getting her slick and so ready for whatever Darien had in store for her.
She wanted it all.
“Such a good girl. Take it, that’s it,” he murmured the words. “You’re a fucking natural. I can smell you, Brie. I can smell that hot pussy melting with each blow.”
“Please.” She arched, and he slapped her pussy, catching her clit. “Argh!” She threw her head back. He did it again. She rolled her hips. The blows stopped. Three fingers plunged into her from behind, doing away with her virgin barrier with a sharp blinding pain.
She screamed. Brie couldn’t hear herself over the pounding of blood in her ears, but she didn’t stop screaming.
“Come around my fingers.” Smack. “Do it, little girl.” Smack.
She didn’t have a choice. He twisted the fingers inside her. Her eyes watered, and she blew apart with the next smack, clenching viciously around Darien’s fingers. It was painful, the way her body clenched and contorted around the orgasm. Darien kept thrusting inside.
“Fucking natural.” He finally removed his fingers and pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her neck. His body shook as well, and she registered the sticky mess under her ass as she sat on his lap. He’d climaxed as well.
She smiled at that. She licked at the sweat on his neck. Her pussy burned, her ass, too, but she felt light. Free somehow.
Chapter Four
Darien made Brie breakfast then introduced her to the wolves that formed his new pack. Along with Brie and him, there were only five others, all men. Along with his Beta Les, his best friend since childhood, Noel, Jeremy, Ben, and Chase had all pledged their loyalty to him and to his mate.
God. He really was mated now, wasn’t he? A full-blown alpha now. The Huntley pack was small, but it would grow, he’d make sure of it. He had to contact his brother, check in on Kellan and talk business, but everything appeared good for the time being. The only unknown variable was Brie. She’d earned his respect, not that he hadn’t respected her before, but she upped his opinion of her when she’d come into the bedroom earlier. She’d been innocent, yes. Her blow job needed some technique and finessing, but damn, he’d gotten off on knowing she hadn’t done that or anything else with any other man.
He’d been the first man, and he’d be the only. She was a natural, taking orders to beautifully. He’d done away with her virginity, shredding the thin barrier with his fingers, so that way when he finally fucked her, he wouldn’t have to hold back. He’d give her what she wanted. She needed it rough and nasty. He saw it in her eyes. He’d give it to her.
Right now, he looked from where she was curled on the couch, watching TV to his wolves. “We’ll be working closely with my brother’s pack. I’m not much for ceremony, but the rules you followed in the other pack applies here.” He didn’t have to spell any of that out. “My mate needs some time to adjust, so we’ll be laying low for a bit.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
Shit. He hadn’t expected that title to be directed at him. His brother was the oldest, so he’d known all along the title of Alpha would go to him when the time came. Everyone thought Darien would grow into a Gamma or Beta, but he hadn’t. He’d been alpha, too, but Kellan didn’t once give him grief or cast him out. Two alphas in one pack wasn’t generally the right move, as aggression and egos got in the way. Darien never once thought about that. His brother led the Moyer pack, and he was his brother’s main man for anything he needed. Kellan always knew him best, though. He hadn’t entertained the idea of having his own pack, but Kellan had given him that gift.
One Darien was only now realizing he’d been too stupid to recognize he’d wanted it. And a mate. A beautiful mate who begged so prettily and responded to him with natural hunger. He’d shown her some of what he was about in the bedroom, but that was the tip of the iceberg.
He stood. “Brie, come here.”
She glanced over at him, eyes wide. She was his. Time he claimed her fully, and he’d do it in front of his men. He liked an audience, and he’d teach his mate to like the same. He wanted eyes on her as she took him inside her untried cunt, and he wanted everyone to know she was his.
He didn’t share, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like for others to admire what was his. His wolves understood the tension rolling off him because they all stopped talking and turned their full attention to him and Brie.
She came over to him slowly. He heard the rapid beat of her heart, smelled the heat radiating off her body and the moist sweetness of her pussy. He cupped her cheek.
“It’s time I claimed you, don’t you think?”
She licked her lips, gaze shifting to the five men in the room. Men whose arousals now permeated the room.
“Yes. They’ll be here, watching while I fuck you like you want to be fucked.”
Her arousal spiked, the pulse at her throat pounding.
“Even though the idea of them watching you terrifies you, it turns you on.” He smiled. “You like the idea.”
She didn’t speak.
“Get undressed for me.”
He made it an order, and her pupils dilated as she shrugged off the short robe then stepped out of the pajama bottoms. She wore a pair of red cotton panties, nothing fancy, but damn his cock was hard enough to pound metal at the sight. Low growls filled the room, his and the others. They liked what they saw as well. This wasn’t the first time he’d fuck someone with an audience. They’d look, touch themselves or each other, but never his mate.
Brie pulled the t-shirt off her head. She wore no bra, and her caramel colored tits bounced. He loved her body. The jiggles. The stretch marks on her hips. He appreciated a woman with meat on her bones. One he could hold on to without fear of hurting her. Brie was a strong, beautiful woman, and she was his.
He pulled her into his arms, finally taking her lips like he’d wanted for so long. She parted for him, and he slid his tongue inside. She tasted like orange juice and the syrup he’d put on her French toast. Darien chased the taste, fingers buried in her hair. She held him tight, meeting his tongue with hers, writhing against him.
Oh, yeah. This was his. She was his.
He lifted her and placed her on the couch, dropping between her legs. She spread wide. He listened to her heart beat as he traced her pink folds with two fingers. She was drenched.
“So fucking wet, little girl.” He bent and sniffed at her cunt. “And your smell. Hm.” He kissed the inside of her thigh, licked at the juices there. “Open wide. Let our men see how pretty and wet you are.”
Footsteps drew closer, aroused grunts and growls echoed as the wolves got their first sight of his mate’s pussy. He spread her open, grinning when her opening contracted then released.
“So hungry, aren’t you, Brie?” He circled that hole with the pad of one finger.
She arched, heels digging into the couch.
“I’m gonna give you what you’ve been needing.” He licked her clit. Her body bowed. “What you’ve been wanting.” He latched down and suckled her clit into his mouth.
“Shit.” Someone muttered over his shoulder.
“Argh!” Brie grabbed his hair, hips rocking as she pushed up into his face. Darien licked her, growling at her tart cream, salt and sweet.
“Fuck yeah. Eat that pussy.” He didn’t know which men of his men said the words, but Darien dove in, face buried in her soft folds as he ate Brie. Mewls left her throat and reverberated, as she rocked on his face.
He loved her responses, so new and exciting. She tasted untried, innocent. But not for long.
“Someone take her hands. Hold them over her head.” He didn’t wait to see who followed through on the command. Brie’s hands disappeared from his hair. He pushed her thighs wider and continued with his meal, her juices soaking his face. He loved that, too. She’d be all over him, so everyone would know he was hers.
Darien thrust a finger, then two inside her, while worry
ing her clit with his canines. She cried out, writhing. Her walls grabbed his fingers, contracted around him. Fuck. His cock throbbed. He fisted himself with his free hand, pulling at his cock while licking Brie’s juices. He lapped at her, until her heartbeat skipped then revved up, and only then did he pull away. He rose until he was at the perfect height to feed his cock into her.
He did so slowly. Her breathe hitched. Her eyes had been closed, but they flew open.
“You’re doing so good,” he whispered. “Gonna take you, little girl, fuck you like you asked.”
She licked her lips.
“Beg me.” He pulled out of her and swiveled his hips, tracing her hole with the head of his cock, drenched in her cream. “Beg me,” he said hoarsely.
“Please.” She tugged on the person holding her hands above her head. Darien didn’t lift his gaze from hers to identity who that was. “Please. Darien. Fuck me.”
He slammed into her.
She screamed. Her cunt convulsed, the walls massaging him. He reared back and plunged in again. Her legs hitched. Her hips canted upward to meet him.
“Damn, Alpha. Fuck that cunt.”
He pounded into her, over and over. Brie’s eyes rolled back. Her tits bounced. The hand holding her hands snaked down and pinched her nipple. She clenched around him. Darien looked up, met the aroused gaze of Les. Darien winked. And Les pinched that nipple again.
“Fuck, she likes it.” Les sounded breathless.
“You should feel how her cunt squeezes me every time you do that.” Darien rolled his hips, sinking deep into Brie’s hot pussy. “She loves it.”
Les looked like he wanted to find out, but this wasn’t like the old times. This wasn’t any old chick they were sharing. This was his mate. And he wasn’t sharing ever. Brie was his.
Les grinned and cupped Brie’s tit, pulling a nipple, twisting. She writhing, dancing on Darien’s cock. Her body undulated, and he felt that reaction inside her pussy. She got tighter, wetter.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Come for me. Do it, let all that cream rain down on my cock.”
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