Rescued & Ravished: An Alpha's Conquest (A Paranormal Ménage Romance)

by Sophie Chevalier

  “No shit?” he asked quietly. The gold rose briefly in his eyes. “Well, I’ll be damned. I thought you were special, baby.”

  “There’s more. Chance has been dreaming of the future, too. He’s been dreaming of me.”

  Hud’s expression darkened. “Oh yeah? I see. You’re supposed to mate him, huh, since both of you are gifted alike? Sure. That lines up nicely, seeing as he won the—”

  “No! Listen, Hud, it just means…” she hesitated. One of her arms was hot from the blood soaking through his shirt. “It just means. He’s got some foresight. A little bit. It’s not that he’s stronger than you, it’s just that… he’s supposed to be Alpha. He was chosen and he’s got the powers to prove it. He’s got the perspective. The vision. I dreamed him as our leader and he will be.”

  “Guess I wasted my time up there at the Grounds then,” Hud grunted. “Let me go.”

  “Just because I dreamed about him doesn’t mean I didn’t dream about us,” she said sharply. “You and me.”

  “Us?” His voice softened.

  “We’re supposed to pair. Don’t pretend you’re surprised, Hud. You feel what it’s like when we’re together. It’s undeniable.”

  He stared at her long and hard. “So is it me or Chance you’re mating with, girl? ‘Cause I’m confused now.”

  “It’s both.”

  There was a blank silence.

  “I won’t share you with him,” he said finally, gruffly. “I don’t care if it’s the shifter way to triad. Be mine. Just mine.”

  “Hud, I can’t. I love him.”

  “Come to Montana with me.”

  “There’s nothing for you in Montana,” she said as gently as she could. “This is your home.”

  “No. Not anymore. I lost the contest for Alpha, girl. I’m done.”

  “Montana isn’t—”

  “What do you know what Montana is?” he cut in, in a surprisingly soft voice. “Try it. Come back and make a life with me. Live in the Salish Mountains with me. It’s all fir and ponderosa pine, it smells like heaven. Hollyhock an’ iris everywhere. Elk and deer and fish to eat, along with buckwheat pancakes an’ huckleberry macaroons. Summers prettier than you could dream, Harper. Summers like angels have.”

  It tempted her. But she knew where they belonged.

  “This is our home. Right here. Stay with me.” She gripped him hard around the waist, her sleeve completely wet now. “I want you.”

  He grimaced. “He bested me. I ain’t worth shit.”

  “It just wasn’t meant to be, you winning. You’re a powerful man, I’ve seen it for myself. That’s not why you lost. Don’t think it is.” She rose up on her tiptoes to kiss his dry, bruised mouth. He tasted like copper from the blood. “I want you more than anything.”

  “More than Chance?” he asked against her lips. She could tell he wanted her.

  “I want you both. You’re a bear, Hud, I know you understand that.” She kissed him again, pressing her tongue into his hot mouth. He groaned. “Just accept it. Mate me.”

  “God knows I want to. I just...”

  She ran her tongue over his busted bottom lip. “Don’t fight this. Don’t fight me. Just take me. Claim me… forever.”

  “How can you love me,” he asked in a pained voice, “when I lost, and he didn’t?”

  “It doesn’t matter to me, that’s how. You’re still one of the strongest men alive… and you’re still mine. Or do you not love me?”

  “You know I do. It happened fast and hard and I can’t hide it.” He threaded a hand in her hair, gazing at her with a look hot enough to melt silver. “I want you. If you’ll have me… and if this is really your clan now… then I’ll stay.”

  She kissed him again for a long, satisfying time.

  “Okay,” she said, breaking it eventually. “Let’s get Ivy. You’re hurt.”

  “Hardly.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “More than hardly. I’m getting Ivy.”

  He smiled slightly. “You really care about me, huh? That’s nice, Harp. I could get used to it.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Hazel had told her that the triad wasn’t formal until the men mated her—together, at once, to prove that they could tolerate each other, and that they would share and love her. That was shifter tradition.

  She had no idea how that would go. She’d spent the first night after the fight with Hudson, helping Ivy get him cleaned and bandaged and then forcing him to rest. All he’d wanted that night was for her to lie in his arms with her thigh slung across his hips, whispering sweet promises and taking him inside her. He just wanted her to prove that she loved him.

  The next day, she’d gone to Chance. It was almost the end of the Season and he hadn’t mated yet, but he’d managed to control himself long enough to talk with her and Hazel, who told them in no uncertain terms that they had to cement their triad. The clan needed it, the three of them needed it, and there was no point in waiting anymore.

  So they wouldn’t wait. They went to a meadow at sunset, just when the dry thrum of insects in the brush was beginning.

  “Chance,” Hudson grunted, his lip still healing.

  “Hud.” Chance reached out to grip Hud’s arm, but Hud angled away.

  “Hud,” Harper whispered, rising up on tiptoe to speak right against his ear. “He’s your best friend.”

  “I dunno if I can share you,” Hud said stubbornly. “I love you, Harper.”

  “And you don’t think I love her?” Chance asked, bristling.

  “Stop,” Harper said calmly. “It’s not hard to share me. There’s enough of me and enough of my heart for both of you.”

  “There’ll never be enough of you for me,” Hud growled.

  She bit back a flattered smile, then she took both their arms and pulled them close to her.

  “Chance, I know you want Hud to stay. Hud, I know Chance is your closest friend on Earth. You can share me. You can make up. I know it.”

  The men gazed at each other, Hud glowering. But gradually his expression began to thaw. Ten years of friendship didn’t get thrown out so easily.

  “We can share her,” Chance said warmly. “I’m honored to share her with you. I know you’ll treat her as good as I do.”

  Hud almost smiled. “Better.”

  “Oh, come on. Keep dreamin’.”

  Harper smiled. This was good. She was afraid they might have come to blows again, but instead they were patching things up.

  A rush of sweet, purposeful heat filled her body. Standing close between her men, she was painfully aware of just how badly she needed to be claimed by them. Without wasting more time, she cupped their crotches through their jeans.

  “Mate me,” she murmured, her voice as sweet as sugared tea. “Prove I’m yours.”

  Hudson grunted; Chance growled. The feeling of their manhoods turning to iron in their pants made her wetter than she’d ever been. They’re both mine. And they’re both going to take me. This is my triad.

  Hud gripped her chin, turned her face to his, and kissed her roughly. His cock swelled even more against her palm and so did Chance’s.

  That’s right, she thought, lustily. Let those big, thick cocks harden up.

  Chance’s thick fingers started on the eyelet closures of her dress, undoing them. It wasn’t long before her breasts were out, tickled by the warm evening air. It felt unspeakably erotic to be stripped for the enjoyment of two men, not one. She pressed her chest out, moaning against Hudson’s forceful mouth. She wanted her men to fondle her firm, heavy breasts.

  They’re yours, she thought, her mind a hot wash of desire. They’re all yours!

  Chance started to squeeze and rub her breasts, kissing her neck and her jaw as he did. Her nipples were diamond-hard and her underwear was drenched. Both of her men kissing and touching her at once was almost too much ecstasy to stand.

  Hud started to pull her dress up from the bottom. When he’d bunched it hi
gh enough, he slid a hand into her soaking panties just as Chance closed his hot, insistent mouth on one of her pink nipples. She moaned, jerking her hips.

  “Easy, baby,” Hud whispered roughly, against her ear. “This is just the start for your sweet body.”

  And then he ducked his head and started to suck hard on her other nipple.

  She groaned, tilting her head back; her clit pulsed wildly against the thin, damp fabric of her panties. Hudson was very careful not to touch it, he only stroked her wet, swollen folds.

  “Good girl,” Chance growled, licking her hard, swollen nipple. “Such a good girl.”

  Hud slid a finger inside her unexpectedly. She cried out and clenched on it hungrily.

  “Such a good pussy,” Hud murmured, biting her flushed ear. “Tight as sin and famished for a ride.”

  Chance gripped the bottom of her dress and pulled it up over her head and off of her body. He tossed it carelessly into the field. She was naked and they were dressed, but it felt right—she wanted them to admire her.

  It was Chance’s hand between her legs now, slipping into her humid panties and rubbing her butter-slick folds. Hud was teething her shoulder and crushing her breasts in his warm, calloused hands.

  “I love your hips,” Chance rumbled hoarsely. “You’re such a woman, baby. Such a woman.” With his free hand, he squeezed one. “These curves.”

  “Let’s get her down,” Hud growled to Chance.

  Then she was being pressed to the ground, down onto her back on the soft bed of wild grasses. Hudson was kissing her mouth—an upside-down kiss, his powerful hand on her chin—and Chance was on top of her, tonguing her hot, sharp nipples and grinding his hips against hers. Her legs were spread for him.

  Hudson started to undress, then Chance pulled away from her and stripped down, too. She whined, bucking her hips and biting her thumb; all she wanted was her men touching her, kissing her, showing her they loved her and had sworn themselves to her. All she wanted was the pleasure and joy of their binding coupling.

  Suddenly Chance was on top of her again, and this time he was naked. She could feel his hard, thick cock pressed lengthwise along her soft, aching pussy.

  He gripped one of her thighs, braced himself with an arm, and then started to kiss her. They were fierce, possessive, passionate kisses, deep and hot and tasting like salt-and-aspen. He kissed her with a desire she’d never known from a man—and with a genuine love like she’d never known either. She kissed him back with everything she had, running her hands up the cobbled muscle of his sides and along the powerful topography of his arms. It was heaven.

  And then he tore himself away from her willing mouth and started kissing lower. Hudson took his place, kissing her lips with intoxicating fervor as Chance kissed her breasts, her chest, her milk-soft stomach, all the way down to the band of her underwear.

  She whimpered with excitement.

  “Shh, baby,” Hudson breathed against her kiss-swollen mouth. “Shhh.”

  Chance rolled her underwear down—she helped him, lifting her ass and her legs—and tore it off, throwing it into the grasses. Then he leaned down and kissed her right on the clit.

  It was a colossal struggle not to come. She gripped handfuls of earth, bit her tongue, and froze her hips, fighting down the red-hot waves of pleasure boiling up from her sex.

  “Mean bastard, isn’t he?” Hud asked, kissing the side of her mouth. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m just as mean.”

  “So—so good—” was all she managed to say.

  It was one of the most exciting experiences of her life. Chance was licking her pussy—long, indulgent licks up her slit that made her moan. His broad, rough tongue felt almost cool against the blast-furnace heat of her pussy.

  She moaned, raising her pelvis; he raised himself up on an elbow to follow her. Hud chuckled as she jerked and rolled her hips, made mindless by the rich, soothing pleasure of Chance’s mouth on her cunt. She’d needed this so badly.

  Somehow he knew when she couldn’t take anymore. He kissed his way back up her sweat-glittering body and settled himself at her side. Hud cozied up to her on her other side, kissing her temple. She was sandwiched between her men in the wild field, bonding to them in the most elemental way. It was bliss.

  Both of them had their hands on her, running them over her soft, flat stomach, over the mound of her pussy, and over her hard-nippled breasts. They were kissing her in turns now; the way their tastes mixed was delicious, exciting.

  Chance sunk two of his thick, rough fingers into her swollen pussy, making her moan. The way her wet lips spread around his calloused knuckles was obscene.

  Hudson growled, shifting into a kneeling position; turning toward him, she was offered his hard, fat cock. Without shame—animals didn’t need shame—she ran her warm tongue along the side of his blood-darkened shaft, then sucked the fat head into her pink-lipped mouth. The skin-and-salt-and-musk flavor of his cock made her juices run profusely around Chance’s pumping fingers.

  For awhile, they kept up their rhythm. Hudson groaned, pushing more of his length into her mouth. Chance fingered her harder and she pumped her hips against his hand, sucking Hudson’s cock with delirious abandon. But then Chance broke the pace, pulling his hand out of her and moving down so he was between her damp thighs.

  She spread her open thighs even wider, her pussy pouting open like a slick pink flower. She couldn’t think of anything she wanted more on Earth than for Chance to sink his girthy, big-veined cock inside her. Desperate for him to fill her and soothe her body’s needs, she moaned around Hudson’s throbbing cock.

  “Go ahead,” Hud growled. “Take her. You need it.”

  “Oh, yeah,” Chance rasped, his voice as rough as sandpaper. “I do need this. I need this perfect pussy.”

  He put a hand on her hip, gripped his shaft, pushed inside her. Her back arched; Chance groaned, his eyes closing with pleasure as her honeyed, velvetine walls engulfed him.

  The animal was taking control of him, she could tell. He put his hands on her knees and pushed them back, holding her bent legs far apart for best access as he started to pound her. His low, hoarse gasps and growls of enjoyment only made her wetter, while the feeling of his powerful cock shucking in and out of her pussy heated everything between her hips. The pleasure was deep and delicious as he took her, and it obviously was for him, too, with his eyes closed, his head tilted back, and the pulse jumping in his blond-stubbled neck.

  She was making girlish, genuine sounds of bliss around Hudson’s thick, pumping cock. The pre-come pouring from its head inside her mouth was salting her tongue in a delicious way. She loved the drag of its thick coronal ridge.

  “You like that?” she heard him ask, in a deep, hazy voice that sounded less than human. “It’s yours, baby. All yours. I belong to you, just like you belong to me. Suck me, baby. Suck.”

  She was only too happy to comply.

  “Ahh, Harper,” Chance rumbled, lost in the ecstasy of her body. She felt him swelling as he thrust. “Ah, fuck. Finally mating you. I needed this… so fucking much. Ohh, fuck, baby.”

  He pounded her for a long, wonderful time. Her own orgasm threatened to drown her at any minute—the hard stroking of his cock inside her was that satisfying, that right.

  She moaned loudly around Hudson’s cock, feeling the last threshold melting away. She was seconds from coming—

  Chance slammed in deep and she exploded.

  As she did, Hudson came in her mouth. His cock bucked and throbbed, pouring come onto her tongue. She swallowed, her pussy pulsing with wet, sweet strength around Chance’s driving pole.

  “Harper—” he groaned hoarsely. He hilted into her, growling, and froze.

  Then he came too, making masculine sounds of ecstasy and filling her welcoming pussy with his thick, molten come. She’d never had such a long, rich orgasm, and she’d never shared it with men she loved so much.

  Spent, they disentangled and curl
ed up together, her in the middle. The men took turns kissing her, languidly, and she enjoyed the hot aftershocks of pleasure pulsing up from her cunt. The stars overhead were shards of diamonds, as bright as they could only get in the wilderness.

  She loved the way both her mates were fondling her, whispering things to her, nipping her. For a long time they were just sweat-stuck together on the ground… but then slowly the heat and urgency built again.

  Now it was Hudson’s turn. He shifted down between her legs, peeled apart her messy, rosy folds, held himself in a guiding hand, and pressed inside her. She accepted him easily, gratefully, hungrily.

  “Oh, baby,” he groaned. “So fucking good.”

  He gripped her thighs, pulled them up around his hips, and sank in as far as he could go. They both moaned.

  Chance was on his knees now, just like Hud had been before, and he was offering Harper his thick, blood-flushed cock. With no reservations, she opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and hummed with pleasure as he slid in as many inches as she would take. He tasted hot, creamy, and sweet from their coupling before.

  She’d never had such satisfying sex.

  “Oh, baby,” Chance gasped, clenching a fist in her sweat-damp hair. “We’re yours.”

  And I’m theirs.

  After a long, powerful coupling, Hudson came, and Chance came, and she came, too, her mouth and sex overflowing. If this was what she had to look forward to in this life—pleasure, wildness, satisfaction, love—then she’d made the right decision to leave her old one behind forever.

  She was part of a shifter’s triad, and she was never going back.

  Epilogue

  It was a cold, glorious fall. The broadleaf trees burst into hot colors, the winds changed, and the wildflowers faded away. The range was getting ready for winter.

  The first morning frost had come. Harper wore Chance’s jacket to check on the cabin garden she’d started. Everything looked alright after its autumn harvesting and pruning.

  “Harper!” Ivy waved from the edge of the woods. Harper gestured her over. “I brought you some coneflower tincture. It’ll be good for winter colds.”