Claimed by Wolves [Call of the Wolf 1] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Diane Leyne

  “You wouldn’t dare!”

  “Try me.” She seemed to consider challenging him, but she also seemed to know that he really would carry out his threat, so she subsided onto the blanket, her arms above her head.

  “Good girl.” His inner alpha was pleased with her obedience. It made his cock swell even more. She was his, and he would reward her.

  Slowly he kissed his way down her body until he reached the apex of her thighs. Carefully, he peeled the wet panties off her, putting them to one side. Then her pushed her thighs apart and settled himself between them. He took her legs and placed them over his shoulders, his hands on her ankles, pulling them wide.

  She thought she’d come up off the blanket when his tongue licked her slit from bottom to top. She moaned as he sucked lightly on her clit, her pussy gushing moisture, her climax building quickly from just this brief touch of his mouth. He moved lower again, back to her pussy, pushing inside her, lapping up her cream. His fingers began stroking her clit, softly at first and them firmer as his tongue kept moving inside of her. Was it growing longer? she wondered, and then she stopped thinking as he curled it and rubbed that secret spot inside her that had her screaming out with pleasure as her climax roared through her.

  She felt his tongue withdraw from her as he moved up her body. He braced himself over her before reaching down to guide his cock inside her still-swollen and tender pussy. She leaned her head back and moaned approvingly as he started moving inside her, his big cock filling her completely. She could feel another climax building. She forgot his instructions in her eagerness to climax again and reached down grasping his hips, urging him to move faster, harder.

  Immediately, he stilled within her.

  “Please, please, I am so close.”

  “I know you are, but you forgot the rules. I think I may just have to restrain those hands.”

  “With what?” she mouthed off cheekily. “I don’t remember seeing you carrying any ropes or cuffs.”

  * * * *

  She was challenging him again, and his wolf was not pleased. She didn’t know her place, which was servicing her mate any way he chose. One part of him knew that he should back off, not demand her complete submission, but another part was reveling in dominating his mate, and it was that part of him which was in control, the primitive part who wanted to claim his mate in the most primitive way possible.

  “I’ll remember for next time, but just because I didn’t bring my own restraints doesn’t mean I can’t improvise.”

  Without warning, he pulled out of her, and flipped her onto her stomach. He held her hands behind held behind her back, as he twisted her panties around her wrists. Then he urged her to her knees, pushing her head down on the blanket. He spread her knees apart, and then he was inside her again, riding her hard. In this position, he knew she had no control over the depth of his penetration or his speed. It would make her feel submissive, he thought with satisfaction. She was kneeling, almost bowing before him, as he took her. He pushed his cock into her as deeply as he could, one hand on her hip and the other holding her bound hands so that he was in total control.

  He looked down at her and watched as his cock pumped in and out of her body, pounding harder and harder into her, trying to show her who her mate was, who her master was. He felt triumph as her body respond to his mastery and smelled the strength of her arousal. All too soon, her pussy started to clench on him, as she started to come again. Soon he would teach her orgasm control, but this time was all about showing her just how much pleasure he could give her.

  He leaned down, bracing himself on one elbow so he could reach in front of her and touch her clit. He’d barely brushed his fingers against it when she went to pieces in his arms, her body bucking wildly and her pussy clenching down hard on his cock, trying to milk his seed from his. It worked, and he shot jet after jet of cum deep inside her, his own release just as intense.

  When he was spent, he still hesitated to withdraw from the warm, welcoming cocoon of her pussy. He caressed her ass with one hand and then leaned down to whisper into her ear.

  “Has any man ever had your ass?” he asked.

  “No, never.”

  The primitive wolf in him wanted to howl.

  “Good. I want this ass. I need this ass almost more than I need to breath, but you have to be prepared first. When you see my brothers tonight, I won’t be jealous of anything you do with them. They are good men, and they care for you. Have fun with them in any way you want to, but just remember this. You ass is mine first. No man, not even my own brother, can have it before me, do you understand?”

  Sam shivered. There was something about his words that should upset her. Maybe it was his assumption that he could demand access to her body’s most intimate places or that he could direct her behavior with other men, but something about his words, his tone, touched someplace deep inside her, so primitive that she almost didn’t know it was there. She felt her body shudder at the words, not in disgust or repudiation of his words, but at the thought of him preparing her ass for his cock, of him forcing her ass to accept his cock, of forcing her to accept that her body belonged to him. Maybe it was some primitive wolf instinct that she didn’t know she possessed, but she found that she suddenly couldn’t wait to feel his cock possessing her there. She’d never had the slightest interest in experimenting that way, but now she felt her body becoming aroused at the thought.

  So rather than responding with the outrage her mind told her she should be feeling, she found herself nodding as he kissed her neck, nibbling lightly, his hand moving gently between her legs, lightly stroking her clit. For a long time, they stayed in that position, joined intimately, his hands moving over her body. He pulled the panties from her hands and moved her arms around to lie on the blanket. He massaged her arms until the circulation came back.

  She could feel when his arousal began to grow again, but this time when he moved inside her, he was so gentle she wanted to cry. His hands, his mouth, his cock, they all caressed her so sweetly. This time, when she came, it was more of a ripple through her body rather than the hurricane that had ripped through her before. When he’d come again, he kissed her softly on the cheek, and this time he withdrew from her body. She started to turn over, but he silently indicated she should stay where she was, so she lay back down.

  He tore a strip of the blanket and went down to the pond to wet it. Then he came back and carefully cleaned her body, removing his sticky seed from between her thighs. Then he got dressed before gathering her clothes and dressing her. Well, he mostly dressed her. He kept her panties, putting them in his pocket.

  Then he led her by the hand back to her house. She started up the steps when he stopped her. She was on the first step and her mouth was now level with his. He leaned in and kissed her hard. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back just has hard, her tongue demanding entrance to his mouth, and he obliged.

  “Are you sure you are okay with me seeing your brothers tonight? Maybe I should call them and cancel?”

  “No. My brothers and I share everything. Everything.” He looked at her intently, making is meaning clear. She found herself shivering. She hadn’t really believed her grandmother when she said that men of the wolf blood shared, but this seemed to confirm it. It was erotic and arousing and scary, too.

  “You don’t know how much they are looking forward to this night out with you,” he continued. “Enjoy yourself. Get to know them. They are good guys. But remember what I said back at the pond. Your ass is mine. Everything else you can share with my brothers, but I get your ass first.”

  He kissed her fiercely and then turned and walked away.

  Chapter Seven

  If she didn’t know about wolves and their need to share, she would have been freaked out by his words. As it was, she still was bothered by his apparent calmness at the thought she’d be going out with his brothers, maybe sleeping with one or more of them as soon as tomorrow.

  Intellectually, she understood
it was the way of the wolf, but she’d been raised with humans, and most people didn’t share.

  But now she thought of something. Why did he say what he did? Did he know about her family? Was he taunting her, playing with her? The more she thought about it, the more she thought she should be angry at Gabe. He was being pretty high-handed, and he’d taken one of her favorite pairs of panties.

  He made her nervous. When he had his arms around her, and especially when he had his cock inside her, she went all mushy and submissive. It wasn’t like her. She was a strong woman and in control of her own life. When she was around Gabe, all she could think about was how his body would feel inside of hers. This bothered her, this weakness. It made her angry. Maybe she was angrier at herself but he was an easy target. She was self-aware enough to acknowledge this, and maybe it wasn’t fair, but she was going to direct her anger at him since she was the only other target, and she was not going to be angry with herself for being a pushover, so it had to be all his fault.

  * * * *

  It was after four. She tried to do some work, but she kept thinking of sex by the pond and losing track of what she was writing. Finally she just gave up and took a shower and washed her hair.

  Fuck Gabe McAllister. She was going out with his brothers, and if she felt the urge, she was going to sleep with one or both of them, and he could just suck it.

  She deliberately dressed provocatively, choosing a snug tank top with a low neckline and a push-up bra that made the most of her B-cup breasts.

  She decided to wear a denim miniskirt and sandals to show off her legs. She looked in the mirror. She knew the rich teal color of her tank looked good against her pale skin and set off her long dark hair. She put teal studs in her ears and a hung a matching pendant around her neck on a long chair that dangled between her breasts.

  She finished the look off with some deep-plum lipstick, and she was ready. She looked good, and she knew it.

  * * * *

  Andy and Eddie thought so, too, based on their expressions when they saw her. Andy was driving a pickup truck. Eddie was in the passenger seat and hopped out to escort her back to the truck and help her in. She ended up pleasantly squished between them for the drive to the dinner. Surprisingly they didn’t drive toward town but turned in the opposite direction, choosing a casual but very nice restaurant a few exits down the highway. They ended up in a U-shaped both, with her in the middle and one brother on each side.

  The differences between the twins were even more pronounced now that they were together.

  “So what made you two decide to open up a gym? Have you always wanted to do that? And why here in Harmony? Seems like a small town for that kind of business.”

  “It’s something Andy and I talked about for a long time, but it was only ever idle chitchat at first. We’ve always been into fitness. Hell, all of our brothers and extremely fit. Growing up we were into sports. Baseball, football, basketball. We did it all well. And no, I’m not bragging. Andy and I were good athletes in a town full of great athletes. We were never going to go pro at any of the sports, but we were good enough to get full college scholarships. We ended up down south at UCLA and had a great time. It is a total party school.”

  “Did you ever think of staying down in LA?”

  “It was fun, but it wasn’t home. Eddie and I missed Harmony. It’s home. We like knowing everyone. We missed our family and friends. So we developed a plan. We got our business degrees and by the time we got home, we were ready. The hard part was talking Gabe into lending us the money.”

  “And believe me, he’s a tougher critic than any bank. To get him to invest, we needed a real business plan. We did five year projections and we busted our butts to get a down payment because, even then, Gabe said that he’d only invest if we came up with at least twenty-five percent on our own and we couldn't borrow it from anyone. He said we had to earn it because we’d be more invested in the success of the business if our own money was at stake.”

  “And was he right?”

  “Oh, yeah. We even helped build it. Nick and Bart gave us a family discount on the renovations, but they also made us work as unskilled labor. I did okay but Andy kept hitting his thumb with the hammer.”

  “Yeah, says the man who managed to drop a weight on his own foot, twice.”

  “At least I didn’t break anything.” Eddie turned to her and smiled. “Andy broke two fingers. But you know what the worst part was or the best, depending upon who you are.” She could see Andy roll his eyes as Eddie looked gleeful. Fine, she’d play along.

  “What was the best, worst part, Eddie?”

  “They were Bart’s fingers!”

  The all laughed and just then, their food was delivered by a smiling waitress who the brothers shamelessly flirted with. She was old enough to be their mother and clearly knew them well as she flirted right along back. Sam found herself smiling and laughing along with them. She liked them, she realized as she dug into her meal. They were a bit younger than her, but she realized that the age gap wasn’t wide enough to matter.

  She also realized that she might have judged them a bit at first based on their professions. They were fitness trainers, so she assumed that they were obsessed with outward appearances, but they were both smart and well read, not to mention hot and she realized that she wanted to get to know them better.

  And all through dinner, they made it clear that they felt the same. Eddie kept the conversation going even as his eyes were glued to her breasts, but it was Andy’s hand that she felt on her knee and Andy’s fingers that crept up her thigh during dessert. She could feel her panties dampen with desire, but he acted like nothing unusual was happening as he dug into dessert while his free hand moved between her legs.

  It made dinner an almost surreal experience as she struggled to make conversation while her desire for the brothers grew along with the moisture between her legs. She wanted to laugh when she realized that she’d gone to dinner expecting to be physically attracted to them, but it was their conversation and mental connection that was turning her on the most. Well that and Andy’s hand rubbing against her mound.

  All too soon, they apologized for having to make it an early night, but they were both on the early shift at the club the next morning, and just because they were the owners, they didn’t believe they could just skip their shift, so it was barely nine p.m. when she left with them. This time Eddie drove, and Andy held her tight. She quickly found that his wandering hand was moving again, right up her skirt to the juncture of her thighs.

  “Hey, Eddie. Her panties are damp. I was gonna mention that to you in the restaurant, but I was kind of distracted.”

  “Really? That can’t be comfortable. Maybe you should help her take them off.”

  Samantha felt her jaw drop. They were talking about her like she couldn’t hear them, and it was a turn-on. Her sweet boys were showing her another side. Andy undid her seat belt and reached around her and, holding onto both sides of her skirt, pulled it up until her panties were fully visible. He urged her up out of the seat so he could pull it up and over her ass. Then he grabbed her panties and pulled them down and off her legs before refastening her seat belt, and then Eddie put the truck in gear and drove out of the parking lot.

  Andy then put her panties in his pocket. What was it with the McAllister boys and panties?

  Before she could think more on the subject, she felt Andy pull her right leg and position it over his legs. Eddie did the same, so she was spread wide. The truck rode high, so she would only be seen by someone in a big rig, but she still felt unbelievably turned on by being so exposed in such a public way.

  The short trip to her place took only about ten minutes, but it was an almost surreal experience. Andy and Eddie kept up a running argument about a recent Mariners baseball game as if they had nothing else on their minds, but neither of them were idle. Both of them placed a hand on her thighs, sliding their hands up until they reached her pussy. Together, they slid a finger inside her. She
was so wet, they slid in easily. Eddie withdrew his finger and started playing with her clit, lightly rubbing it or pinching it. Andy used the opportunity to slide a second finger inside her, moving in and out of her with the same rhythm his brother was using on her clit, but both were touching her too lightly for her to climax, and the bastards knew it. She tried to urge them on, but they just stopped until she sat back. When she tried to take things into her own hands, Andy smacked them and then pulled them over her head with his left hand and started using his right hand to torment her.

  By the time they pulled up at her house, she was shaking with need. She was so damned close, but they had refused to let her go over the edge. She needed a cock inside her, and she wanted one now, no more waiting. She was so aroused that she didn’t know if she could even walk. She didn’t have to as Andy opened the passenger door, sliding out and then reaching back to pick her up and carry her to the door.

  Eddie followed, carrying her purse. He handed it to her, and she extracted her key and handed it to him. As she waited for him to open the door, she could see a movement in the background. Her wolf dog was lurking.

  * * * *

  Andy carried her up the stairs and placed her gently on the bed, his brother following close on his heels. She was so light in his arms and it felt so right to be carrying her. She was theirs and soon she would feel what it was like to belong to him and Eddie. They would show her pleasures that she hadn’t imagined. They were wolves and they had stamina and could last and last until they’d drawn multiple orgasms from her.

  In moments, both men were naked, looking down at her, their eyes glittering, stroking long and thick and ready for her. They saw her eyes open wide as she took in their size and he saw the flare of arousal as she looked up at them, her mouth open, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. He almost came on the spot as he imagined that tongue licking his dick before he plunged inside her mouth, pushing deep into her throat and demonstrating that she was his mate.