by Packlaw(lit)
“I need to think about this.” She didn’t want to let him down, but what if she couldn’t go through with it? She needed time to sort her thoughts.
“This is how it has to be, Sophie.” He pulled her to him, his heartbeat pounding against her breasts. “We can have you mated to all of us, and then I will say when they may breed you.”
When his arms wrapped tight around her, she relaxed into his heat. Her pussy was sore, yet the aching desire to fuck him surged through her once again.
Nik would never break pack law, no matter how much he must want to keep her to himself. She knew how he felt. If it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t mind fucking the other two wolves—they weren’t unattractive or cruel. But she loved Nik. And only Nik. She would do this, for the breed, for her pack, but mostly she would do it for Nik. It would be easier for him this way, and easier for her too to have him there.
“Yes. This is how it has to be,” she whispered.
Chapter Five
Sophie’s pack mates lined two rows of folding chairs, intentionally placed so Grandmother could pace in front of the pack. Nik leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his expression serious. He respected Grandmother as pack leader and had always backed her decisions. But at the moment, Sophie didn’t give a damn about pack policy, or any decisions the pack needed to make.
Some dispute had broken out between two dens, and Grandmother mediated while each den voiced their complaints.
“She is enjoying this too much,” Elsa, sitting next to her, whispered. Her revulsion filled the air with its rank odor.
Sophie shushed her, not wanting her sister in trouble with Grandmother again. Elsa seemed to have a knack for getting the old bitch riled.
She turned her attention back to Nik. His presence seemed to have a power over her; just looking at him made her wet with desire.
Jonathan Abram, who would also be her mate, stood on one side of him. Since he was a couple years older than Nik, she’d never really spoken to him. She took the opportunity to study the werewolf, letting her gaze wander over his lanky physique. He wasn’t an unattractive man, just quiet. He didn’t go to the parties or bars she went to. His longish blond hair curled up under his collar at the back of his neck. Right now he wore his leather jacket, but she’d seen him working in town with construction crews and knew he had several tattoos.
What kind of lover would he make? Her senses swirled within her, a fluttering of butterflies settling in her stomach.
You will find out when you go to Nik’s place tonight.
“Are there any other matters we need to discuss?” Grandmother’s shrewd gaze passed over the werewolves, who scuffled in their seats, anticipating the end of the meeting. The old bitch nodded at the silence. “Then this meeting is adjourned until next month.”
Grandmother Rousseau took her time sitting in the large upright chair, but Sophie sighed with relief. She almost floated out of her chair when Nik began working his way toward her.
Will you enjoy watching me fuck the other wolves?
“Sophie.” Gertrude gestured to get her attention.
“Grandmother wants to talk to you. She told me to send you to the study.” Gertrude drew a line across her throat with her finger. Sophie was in trouble for something.
The butterflies in Sophie’s stomach formed a thick knot. What the hell had she done now?
She glanced over toward Nik, who had stopped to talk to a couple den mates. With a sigh of defeat, she headed to the study to face the battleaxe by herself.
*
“I am told you are now Niklas Alexander’s mate.” Katherine Rousseau didn’t waste time.
Sophie offered her hand to help her grandmother into a chair. Grandmother Rousseau eased back, releasing Sophie’s hand only to slap her on the ass.
Sophie squealed before she could stop herself. “What?”
Her grandmother’s spanking didn’t hurt as much as it humiliated her. “Nik is one of my chosen mates. What have I done wrong?”
“Sophia.” Grandmother clasped her hands in her lap, pursing her lips. Her hard stare made Sophie more nervous than she cared to admit. “You mated with him in the woods, like a common tramp. You are a Rousseau!”
Sophie stood facing her, silent. It wouldn’t be dignified to ask where her grandmother got her information. The best thing to do was get the reprimand over with.
“Would you have him breed you in the woods?” Grandmother curled her lips in disgust, and then apparently realizing Sophie had no response, she sighed and shook her head. “Niklas Alexander approached me this morning. Of course he lives with his brother, but he informs me that he has applied for a loan and should have you two in a home of your own within the month.”
Nik is buying me a home? She wanted to jump for joy. Her dream man would take her away from her grandmother’s restrictions…and she would have her own home.
“I guess until then, the two of you will live with me. At least that way I can assure that things are done properly.”
Sophie cringed at the thought of Grandmother standing at the foot of the bed, supervising the way they fucked. “I’ll let Nik know you’ve offered your home.” She hoped she sounded gracious.
Grandmother nodded. She was excused. Good thing. She needed to get out of there, out of the house, and as far away from Grandmother as she could.
Where was Nik?
As was tradition, covered dishes brought from each den were set out on tables that had been set up in Sophie’s absence.
Elsa stood next to the long table of food with an empty plate in her hand. “I’m supposed to tell you Nik ran into town with a few men, and will pick you up when he comes back.”
“What did Grandmother want?” Gertrude walked up behind them, eying the food.
“Nik and I mated last night.” Sophie stared at the food, her stomach too knotted to enjoy any of it. “And of course, Grandmother seems to know all the details.”
“She probably jacked off to all the details.” Elsa picked up a chicken wing, then dropped it back on the platter.
“You are so disgusting.” Gertrude rolled her eyes, helping herself to a wing. “That old bat probably dried up years ago. But anyway, congrats Sophie. One down and two to go.”
And I will do both of them tonight. Fear gripped her, but a nervous excitement seemed to tingle through her bloodstream as well.
She would mate with her two other wolves with Nik by her side. This was the best way.
“I think being forced to take three mates is disgusting.” Elsa put her plate down on the edge of the table. “No one is going to tell me who to mate with.”
She tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder and marched away. Sophie shook her head. “She is going to get into shitloads of trouble with that attitude.”
Glancing around the large room, Sophie didn’t see anyone she wanted to talk to. She had no idea how long Nik would be gone. Maybe a run was in order. Her bones stretched and popped at the thought, and her teeth pressed against the inside of her mouth by the time she reached the back deck. She stepped around a group of cubs, who played around their mothers; some were in their fur, some only half-changed.
“Would Nik approve of his mate running alone?” Johann stopped her halfway across the deck.
Elsa stood next to him, and from the look on her face, it seemed she’d just been intercepted by their cousin as well.
“He isn’t here for me to ask.” Sophie straightened. She wouldn’t let her older, way-too-protective, distant cousin ruin her day any further. “And it’s not like I’m a single bitch anymore.”
Elsa curled her lip. Clearly her little sister had just been reminded of the etiquette for young female werewolves. Good little werewolves only run with an escort, Grandmother had told them more times than Sophie cared to remember.
“I’ll join the two of you on a run.” Johann pulled a cell phone off the clip on his belt. “And I’ll let Nik know that his mate is in good hands.”
/> Sophie sighed and nodded. At least she could get away from her demented grandmother. That would be something at least.
Chapter Six
The instinct to dominate, to claim again what was his, ran rampant through Nik’s senses. Instead, he took Sophie’s hand and led her up to his brother’s house. Her cold skin confirmed the nervousness he smelled on her.
He closed the front door behind them.
“Are we alone?” She looked up at him wide-eyed.
“For right now we are.”
“I don’t think Grandmother will be too pleased if I’m out all night.” Her lower lip came out in a perfect little pout. He could just imagine sliding his cock through those puckered lips. “How—how long until Jonathan and Lukas arrive?”
“You are my mate. I can keep you out for the rest of my life if I wish.” He loved watching her crystal blue eyes grow wide and something akin to gratitude wash across her face. “Jonathan and Lukas are down the street at the bar. They’ll come over when I call them.”
“Oh.” She chewed on her lip. Would she back out? “I guess they don’t want to wait down there all night.”
“We can take all the time you need.” He brushed his finger over her cheek to her lips. He couldn’t deny the small desire that she would back out, refuse to be with any werewolf but him. But he also ached to see her fucked by the other wolves, coming until she couldn’t see straight.
She opened her mouth, and her tongue darted out to taste his fingertip. Those pouty lips moved, sucking in his finger. Then her tongue swirled around it, springing his cock to life.
His sweet little bitch didn’t realize the peril she put herself in.
“I have something for you.” Reluctantly he slid his finger from her hot mouth, and headed for the dining room.
“What is it?”
He held out the bag, and watched her pull out the sexy lingerie he’d decided she would wear tonight.
“Undress for me, Sophie.” He sat on the couch, ignoring his cock which strained furiously, suffocating from the pressure of his jeans. “I want to see you in lingerie I bought for you.”
“I love lingerie.” Her delighted smile told him he had done the right thing.
She would wear what he’d bought for her, bought for his adorable bitch.
She moved to stand in front of him, placing the bag between them on the coffee table. Gripping her sweater, she pulled it up, exposing skin. Plump perky breasts spilled over her pink lacy bra, and blood boiled in his brain.
A slow smile played on her lips. She was enjoying herself. Her delicate fingers traced invisible lines over those mouth-watering mounds of flesh and lace. He wanted her to give him a private show, finger-fuck herself…beg him to take her first, before the other werewolves showed up.
She unzipped her jeans, torturously slow, then slid them down her long, slender legs.
His heart pounded in his chest, the beat matching the throbbing in his cock. “Damn, Sophie.” The pointed edge of his incisor pricked the inside of his mouth, and the taste of blood urged his beast to come forth. “I can’t be responsible for my actions if you’re going to tease me like that.”
She looked very pleased with herself. “But you told me to undress for you.” The coy tone in her voice sounded almost wicked.
“So I did.” He wanted to help her, but knew if he moved, he would never see that outfit on her.
She slipped out of her panties and lace bra, then pulled the black silk corset over her head. It fit snug around her waist; her perfect tits brimmed over the cups. She eased the matching thong up, covering her smooth cunt. Her scent drifted toward him, creating raw hunger as she situated the material evenly between her legs.
“I can’t wait to fuck you. And I am going to enjoy watching you be fucked.” The time had almost arrived. He needed to prepare her.
But she was so fucking hot he had to take a moment simply to stare at his perfect little bitch.
Her blonde hair streamed over her shoulders, and crystal blue eyes searched his face, needing his approval. Her creamy skin had not one scar from scrapes in the woods. Her narrow waist and petite muscles gave her the perfect shape.
“Turn around.” She obeyed instantly, giving him a wonderful view of her round ass.
He stood slowly—the lethal weapon in his pants made movement difficult.
“So fucking perfect.” He cupped her ass, spreading it to reveal the black elastic that ran over her asshole and disappeared into the damp pussy that he craved to eat.
“I want your two other mates to see you in all your perfection.” He dragged her back to him, pressing her ass into the swollen heat of his cock.
He breathed in her lusty scent, kissing her silky hair. The swell of her breasts offered a view that would torment a saint.
“You’ll enjoy watching?” She leaned back, her breath warm and moist against his skin.
God. How he would love to fuck that cleavage.
He reached for his phone, clipped at his waist, and Sophie stiffened in his arms. She turned quickly, panic permeating her scent. Sensing her instinct to run kick in with a vengeance, he grabbed her.
“It’s okay, my sexy bitch. We’ll get through this together. I have a feeling you’re going to love being fucked by all three of us at once.”
Chapter Seven
Sophie couldn’t breathe. Her heart beat with a frantic craving to run, to let the change surge through her so she could protect herself. She wanted to bury her face in Nik’s powerful chest and confess to him that she wasn’t ready.
“Go into the bedroom, my sweet little bitch.” He turned her around and gave her ass a gentle swat.
Her legs trembled while she walked to the bedroom. She’d only been in this house a couple times, and prayed she wouldn’t stray into the wrong room. She needed the privacy of his room, a sanctuary. Even if the wolves would join her soon, just a few minutes alone might soothe her ragged senses. Her mouth seemed dryer than sandpaper, and her palms were too sweaty. How could she mate with three men when she was on the verge of panic?
She brushed her fingers over the first door she came to. It opened easily under her touch. The darkness didn’t hinder her, but her arms and legs seemed weak and shaky. Calming her breath proved impossible, but she managed to climb on to his bed and sit in the middle of it, absorbing the stillness of the room.
Baritone voices crept toward her. They were here. Her other two mates had arrived.
Someone turned on the light, stealing the comfort of shadows. She spun around on her haunches, her heart pounding in her throat, even while her pussy swelled and throbbed. She gasped for breath. Nik stood alone in the room, slowly removing his clothes.
“I want the light on, my precious mate.” His tone soothed, calmed her.
She took slow deep breaths, urging herself to relax.
“I want to see them fuck you, and I want to watch you come for them.”
All of them fucking her, their cocks all buried deep inside her… Her pussy quivered in crazy, nervous anticipation. “I don’t know if I can do this,” she whispered, even though she couldn’t deny the arousal spreading through her with feverish delight.
Her nipples pressed hard against the fabric of the corset. The smell of her lust filled the room.
Nik stripped and stood before her, his cock swollen and eager to stake its claim. Her mouth filled with moisture, and the room seemed to get warmer as she knelt on his bed, watching him approach with that hard cock sticking out in front of him. She glanced past him for a moment, but didn’t see either of the other men.
“We’re doing this together, Sophie.” Nik seemed to sense her unease. “I want to make sure you are calm first, and ready for them.”
“What should I do?” Could she do this?
Her body seemed a frenzy of emotions. She’d had so much fun fucking Nik, and Lukas and Jonathan were to be her mates according to pack law. Over the years she would fuck all of them many times. She reminded herself of the reasons why this w
as a good way to break the ice. All of them accepting her, and she learning the pleasures each of them offered. And Nik was right; they were doing this together. He was her alpha male, her protector, and the wolf she loved.
“Relax.” Nik smiled down at her, crawling on to the bed and pulling her to him. His mouth covered hers, his kiss hot, branding her…possessing her. He ran his tongue over her lips, leaving her mouth warm and moist. “We’ll all enjoy you and offer you pleasure like you’ve never known before. All you have to do is enjoy it.”
All I have to do is enjoy it. She repeated his words like a mantra, slowing her breath, concentrating on his touch. Nik lowered his head, and ran his tongue in between her breasts. She arched into him, grasping his shoulders. He gripped her ass, kneading and spreading it, exposing her cunt.
Fire raced through her wherever he touched her. The need for him to fuck her consumed her senses.
“I want you to suck my cock,” he whispered into her chest, and she nodded her head, although she knew he couldn’t see her do it.
Anything. She would do anything. He pressed her back on to the bed, the heat in his lust-filled gaze singeing her skin. He moved closer so that his cock, with its bulging dark purple veins, hovered over her face.
Powerful hands clasped her head, tangling through her hair. The musky scent of his sex intoxicated her. Her mouth seemed suddenly too wet, as if she drooled in anticipation. She stretched her lips around his head, then touched his tip with her tongue.
His cock filled her mouth, the soft skin moving against her lips. She gagged on his size, the thickness of him pushing, pressing, until he reached the back of her throat.
“Damn. Sophie. Your mouth is hotter than I dreamed it would be.”
So he’d dreamed about this too? His encouraging words assured her he didn’t mind her gagging just a bit.
Sophie closed her eyes to savor the salty taste of his pre-come. He stroked his cock back and forth over her lips, while her tongue swirled around his hardness, exploring him while he fucked her mouth.