by Roxy Mews
It wouldn’t stop anyone who really wanted in, but hopefully the towel I replaced on the handle outside would deter them. The support columns in the gym were wrapped in padding. I picked the one in the center of the room. My back arched against the smooth white foam as I began to strip. The smacks of fist to flesh continued for a moment, but once my pants and underwear dropped, even I could smell my arousal. I rubbed a finger back and forth against the outside of my slit.
Without dipping into my pussy, I could feel the slick wetness. I spread my legs and let the cool air touch me. That same cool air reached the noses of two much quieter wolves. Fists still raised, they froze. As one unit they turned toward me. Four eyes bathed me in gold.
Neither of them spared even a glance at my face. They watched my hand tickle the barest inside of my lips. I dragged the digit up and my knuckle brushed against my clit. A single spasm told us all I was moments from climax. Then they were on me. Rick stood before me and Trevor behind. From around the pole, Trevor grabbed the edges of my open shirt. I hadn’t bothered to remove it fully, but he did it for me. With it pulled down, he made use of the tails. A hard tug and a fast knot and I was the picture of a damsel in distress.
Only I could rip out of my restraints any time I wanted. These two had better make it good if they wanted me to play this game. And by good, I meant fuck me until my body felt like it was turned inside out. Trevor came around and stood shoulder to shoulder with Alpha. I couldn’t imagine any sexual experience being less than stellar when they were involved. It might not be proper. It might be selfish. But I wanted them both, and my body really didn’t give a rat’s ass about anything outside this room.
Their chests lifted in unison, and I didn’t dare breathe. I stepped forward and slid my arms down the pole slightly. It opened me even wider, and both men dropped their eyes to gaze at the very center of my body. A fresh wave of liquid began to slide against my inner walls.
I could only remember being this wet once before, and it was with these men. The miasma flashed the memory against my eyelids. It reminded me that I had used these men one after the other, but it was only when I saw Trevor watching us—it was only when I felt Richard’s hands dig into my flesh as he noticed too—that I came. They were both together now, and even though neither was touching me, the fact that I could finally have them both fried all circuits in my brain.
The fabric of my shirt creaked as my arms spasmed at the thought of touching them together. They might be werewolves, but they were still men, and I knew darn well, men wanted to feel decisions like this were theirs. I spread my legs wider to help them make the decision more quickly.
Their eyes met, they growled and made all different kinds of animal noises. Then they nodded and moved forward. I got the feeling a consensus had been reached. Trevor walked behind me again, but I watched Richard. The broad-shouldered man, the leader who rose from a mere mortal, knelt before me. This wasn’t an act of surrender. Oh no. He looked behind me and cocked an eyebrow.
My arms were pulled so tight I felt my shoulders stretch to the edge of discomfort, just shy of pain. Heavy nails scraped down my biceps and held my wrists captive. Trevor held my wrists in one hand. The other moved to the front of my body. Trevor pinched one nipple. Then Rick pinched the other. They alternated the pain. One released pressure just as the other man squeezed the distended tip. The eb and flow was intoxicating. The waves rolled through me. Then, without a word, they both applied a squeeze that had me gasping.
Rick’s eyes stayed on mine, and both men rolled their fingers in unison. For a moment he dropped his walls. He didn’t have to be an Alpha over me. I was just as strong as he was.
His voice was quieter than I was used to. “I lost the opportunity to truly please the woman I loved a long time ago because I was too scared to give her what she wanted. I am not the same man that bent to society’s rules. But I have a Pack to think about. You are testing me, Shelly. I don’t understand why the pheromones are there, but I can’t ignore it any longer. I can’t…I don’t want… Fuck it.”
He couldn’t promise me anything. Not that it would be okay, not that this was right, he couldn’t even promise me that there would be anything beyond right now. That was okay. I needed right now just as much as they did.
Then the Alpha of the Paulson Pack bent his head and put his mouth to my pussy. His lips pressed and rippled against my clit and his tongue found my center. He fucked that long powerful tongue inside me just three times before the orgasm rolled through me. The rumble from his mouth and lapping tongue rung every last shudder of pleasure from me.
Trevor’s words at my ear pushed more goose bumps to the surface. “This isn’t a game, Shelly. What do you want from us? Other than to come, that is. You do that so beautifully, by the way. I could feel your nipples tighten as you fell over the edge. Your whole body reverberated with the climax. Now it’s our turn.”
He released me. My arms slumped forward and slithered from my shirt. Trevor moved beside his Alpha. In perfect sync they began to remove their clothes. Trevor went slower because he had less on, but both men released their cocks at once. I couldn’t decide where to look. I couldn’t decide who to touch first.
Rick decided for me. His arm came out and gripped my hair. He pushed me to my knees in front of them. Perfectly okay by me. Now I didn’t have to look down to admire the flesh feast they presented. I wasn’t hungry for blood right now, but I was starving for them.
Two long thick cocks threatened to stab me. Alpha was larger than Trevor was, but both men were impressive enough to have me drooling. I contemplated whether or not it was physically possible to fit both in my mouth at the same time. Waiting to taste either man seemed like a heinous crime. The growl came from Trevor this time. He yanked my head from Rick’s hand.
My scalp didn’t split in two, so the other man must have let go. Trevor pushed my mouth onto him. I sucked in some air before he pushed me down on that heavenly cock. I didn’t need the oxygen, but even without any animal in my heritage, I nearly purred at the taste of him. No blood, no sex, nothing compared to the sensation of him throbbing to an even larger size in my mouth. I pushed some of the air through my vocal chords and let the vibrations caress him more. He pushed to the soft spot in the back of my throat and I thought he might thrust out the other side of me.
Now this was the kind of wooden stake a girl could get used to.
I reached up and gripped his sack. His balls were tight against him. If the forceful pulse of blood through his body was any indication, he was ready to go off like a rocket at any moment. I tugged on his sack as I swallowed around his girth, and looked up to watch him hiss his struggle to retain control. Then Rick caught my attention. He stood next to us. I watched as his hand went to the top of my head. Then I furrowed my brow as he did the same to his Beta.
He pushed us both lower. Trevor to his knees and me to all fours. Alpha’s hand trailed from my head down my spine, and caressed my ass. I moaned around Trevor’s cock as Rick positioned himself at my back. The moan turned to pants as I waited for him to push in.
Alpha’s hands were on my hips, I could feel the heat of him just out of my reach. I pressed back only to have him keep the fractional distance that felt like a great divide. I pulled my mouth off his Beta long enough to remind him that he was supposed to be using that cock, not just bringing it out for display. Turning toward him had the snark dead on my sharp tongue. His eyes weren’t on me. They were on Trevor’s pile of clothes.
I had a bad feeling hit me in the pit of my stomach, and I swear the room temperature dropped ten degrees as Richard released me and went right for Trevor’s shorts.
Trevor cursed and he too pulled from my grip.
“Richard…wait.”
But it was too late. The small brown pouch that Trevor had tried to hide in his shorts must have floated to the surface of the clothing pile. And that small memento was now in the hands of
someone who was just realizing what it all meant.
“Amber has the pouch I had from Lily.”
Trevor let his exhale pull his shoulders down and all of him wilted. “Yeah, she does.”
“You…you have the other.” Richard sniffed the small leather satchel. His face fell.
I wanted to run to him, but he was the one who pushed me away. When he finally looked back at us, I stopped the blood from moving in my body. I didn’t want my heart beating right then. It was busy breaking. His pain was a wash of ice water over us all.
Alpha Paulson tried to stand tall, but unlike most, his anger made his shoulders slump. He shook the token at his Beta. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that we both bond to the same potential mate. History does repeat itself. Isn’t that right, Trevor?”
Richard raised his hand over his head, like he was going to slam the small offensive item to the ground in hopes it would shatter. Then he looked up at his arm, and it was obvious he realized who it had belonged to. His wife.
Lily’s ghost was a wall between us, and Rick wanted her there more than me or Trevor.
Richard’s fingers curled around the pouch. “I can’t. I have too much to deal with right now. But I can’t destroy her memory.”
He was talking to himself, and I felt like an intruder in a private moment.
Trevor took a step back at the look he garnered from his Alpha, but he didn’t avert his gaze. I grabbed my clothes. I hadn’t felt this naked in a long time. My body was still throbbing with release. The pleasure was just as strong as the pain in this room, but it was also just as hard to bear at the moment.
“Shelly, wait.” Trevor called, but I didn’t want to hear it.
Rick’s pain pushed me away with twice the force of my desire to remain there. You don’t comfort an Alpha Male Werewolf. You stand back in case he explodes.
“I think you two have some things to work out. I need to get a drink and work out some serious frustrations. And even though I don’t breathe as much as you two, we could all use some air.”
Large hands tangled in my hair. These long blonde strands were not exactly practical. If Richard didn’t rip them all from my scalp, I was seriously considering a haircut. His breath against my ear had all the electricity in the room dribbling down my spine and nearly buckling my knees. My body was one giant nerve right now, and the bastard was playing me like a tightly strung guitar.
“If you let anyone else touch you”—he inhaled me—“I will dismember them, starting with the parts that touched you first.”
“Anyone else besides you? Or anyone else besides you and Trevor?”
He growled in my ear and released my head. The heat from his body was gone and he ripped the door away from the weight room. It flew inward and became firewood when it hit the support pole we had all been writhing on just moments before.
Richard walked away without giving me an answer. I don’t think he had one.
Trevor looked to me and chewed the inside of his cheek. “Shelly, I would help take care of your discomfort, but…”
“Go. I’m a big vampire. I can masturbate and survive.” Masturbate a lot. I was so hyped up after all the interruptions, my thighs could snap a redwood in half with how hard they were clenching.
Trevor bit his lip before finally saying, “I’m giving him a minute to get ahead of me and cool off.”
My stare went full on yeah-right as he rationalized being afraid of his Alpha.
He tried again. “I think the conversation will involve a lot fewer stitches if I let the testosterone recede. You have to go before the damage and noise brings half the Pack.”
I went toward the other end of the room, lifted a window, and started to climb out. I had just hopped out the window when I heard three hard thwacks and sand start to sift to the ground. Guess he finally busted that bag. As I walked, my pants stuck to the wetness that was starting to dribble down my leg.
Chapter Eighteen
Trevor
Not much repair had been done to the cabin where Amber and Jake had begun this war by having sex. Sure, we had finished clearing out the busted furniture and run a broom through, but aside from adding in a few extra folding chairs, no one had much motivation to make this place homey.
I felt lousy now that the Hart Clan was living here. I wasn’t supposed to know where they were, but I could smell the Tim Tams from the woods when I passed by and figured it out on my own.
I’d almost rather be cleaning up that cabin again than be here with Shelly and Rick’s scents seeping into my pores.
“Wow…now I understand what you guys mean about the mating stink. This is awful.” Amber walked through the door like she owned the place. Had she done as she was supposed to by Pack tradition, she would have owned the apartment complex when her father passed and she claimed a mate.
Wolf tradition bound the Pack Alpha as a male role. I wondered what would have happened if we tried to make her leader.
Amber wrinkled her nose and curled her lip over her teeth. I must have looked similar when I smelled her and Jake’s courtship.
“Did the cabin smell this bad after Jake and I fucked each other’s brains out?”
Never mind. That was why she wasn’t a leader. She had grown stronger, and learned a lot, but her colorful language and lax attitude would just invite constant challenges among other Packs.
“It was not a pleasant aroma. My guess would be that this one is stronger.” I coughed into my hand. “Since there are more parties involved.”
Amber sniffed again. Then she narrowed her eyes.
“I don’t know whether to congratulate you, question your sexuality, or kill Vampire Barbie for fucking my dad. Why must nothing in my life be normal? I am not calling her Mom.” She sniffed again. “Or you. I’m not calling you Mom either.”
“Amber, this is not the time.”
“Really? Last time I checked, I have a Family of vampires wanting to take me and my mate out. And we are trying to stop the leader of a massive ring of harvesters. And didn’t we address the fact that I am creating the miracle of life? I’m busy, so we need to chat while I’ve got a few minutes here. Point blank, Doc, we need to talk about this.” She reached for the ball chain around her neck and tugged.
The flimsy connection that held Lily’s small leather pouch snapped. She held it out to me, and I couldn’t look at it without touching its twin in my pocket.
“Amber, it’s a long story, and like you said, there are people trying to kill you.”
“So tell me now, while you can. I think we have both learned that I can take a lot more than people gave me credit for.” She eased herself down with a backward bend. It should have made her look vulnerable, but those starburst eyes of hers were anything but weak. “So knock off the kid gloves and lay it on me. Daddy said Momma loved someone else. You were that someone else my momma loved, weren’t you?”
I knew she wouldn’t pull punches. I wished I had her strength right then, because I didn’t want to take this trip down memory lane. Just having these two little satchels next to each other, saying Lily’s name over and over in my head, and knowing that it was her daughter who stood before me demanding answers had me swearing I could feel my long lost love here with us. She probably was.
Amber started rubbing her arms. “Dang. I thought the vamp half cut down on the chills. Brrr. I would say let’s shut the door, but I don’t have that much glue. Now spill. What’s in these things?”
Huh. Miss Independent hadn’t opened it.
“You haven’t looked?”
“It’s not my secret. But apparently, it is yours. So fill me in.”
The years started to peel away. I could see Lily that day. The tears tore at my heart. Her hair was in a bun, but feathery wisps stuck to the wetness on her face as they danced in the wind. They were darker than Amber’s fiery red locks. Lily’s
chocolate hair was so soft. I had taken the time to let it play between my fingers only once, but the texture remained imprinted on my skin.
Hands waved inches from my eyes. I jerked back to the present and Lily’s only surviving daughter leaned in close with eyes that almost flashed before she brought them back under control.
“I would tell you to snap out of it, but I don’t have time. Someone’s coming. We will talk about this. If the ozone evaporates tomorrow, and locusts rain from the sky, we will both show up at the conservation watch post with an umbrella and sunscreen. This gets discussed at eight AM. And no, I am still not opening this. It’s not because I am not dying to know what it contains. It’s because I deserve to have you tell me.” She pushed up and stretched to full height.
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Not like I have a choice.” Some days, it really sucked to be a Beta.
“Daddy will be there. From the look of him on his way back to the apartments, it seems we all have baggage to unpack about this before we move forward. Doc, Daddy knows you. It’s time to let him prove to you that he can handle the truth too. You told us we were strong when you found us. Let us prove it.”
I squeezed the little leather pouch I found myself unable to put aside. I hadn’t opened it in decades. Looks like tomorrow would change that. I wondered where Shelly would be. Would Amber drag her into this little meeting? My cock jumped at the thought of the little blonde ball buster.
I took off for home. I needed a shower. A cold one.
Chapter Nineteen
Shelly
I needed a way to erase the smell that saturated my skin. They were all over me. I was being beaten up with pheromones and I wasn’t a damn wolf. The Family mansion was up ahead. The gardens weren’t in bloom, but I headed to the back of the house anyway. The flowers needed tending, the brush cut back, and none of this really mattered.