by Sandra Cole
“Did you hurt me? No, Killian, you didn’t hurt me.”
“Oh, thank god,” he said.
“I wasn’t even here,” she admitted.
Killian’s brown eyes narrowed. “You weren’t here? Where were you?”
“I was…” Lara didn’t really know how to explain the previous night. How to explain to Killian that she’d spent the evening sprawled out on the bar at Dusty’s while his rival brought her to climax with his tongue and hand, that she’d then been held prisoner in the dank basement of the only bar in town.”
Killian’s nostrils flared. “You were with Russ,” he said flatly. “I should have known.” He stood up to leave, unfolding his lithe, naked body in full view of Lara. He was exquisitely sculpted, perfect in every detail. Lara tried her best to keep her eyes on his face, but they couldn’t help but wander south, down his washboard abs and resting on the soft patch of blond hair between his legs.
Killian was beautiful.
Her stomach dropped. What had she done? Why had she succumbed to Russ’ primal charms when someone like Killian—someone sweet and charming and gorgeous—was waiting for her? What was she even thinking?
“Killian, I’m sorry,” Lara said, but he cut her off with one sharp flick of his hand.
“It’s fine, Lara, it’s fine,” he told her. “We agreed that you’re Russ’. It’s only right that you went to him.”
Killians eyes widened. “Oh, no, Lara. He didn’t bite you, did he? Are you bleeding anywhere?” Killian rushed to her and dropped to his knees, hands rapidly exploring Lara’s flesh for sign of injury. If he was surprised to find her panty-less, his manners were too good to allow him to mention it.
“I’m okay, Killian,” she assured him and he sank back onto his heels, relief flooding over his handsome face.
“Thank god, Lara,” Killian breathed. “If he’d bitten you—”
“You know I’d never be that foolish, Killian.” Russ’ commanding voice rang out across the yard.
Lara and Killian both whipped around to stare at him as he strode toward them. The flannel shirt he’d been wearing the night before was ripped to shreds over his solid torso and his jeans were a soggy mess. There were no shoes on his feet.
“Russ, you need to leave,” Lara said, but the tremor in her voice was too strong to be ignored.
“That’s not what you said last night, Lara,” he retorted, his tone mocking.
Lara turned to explain to Killian, tell him everything and beg him for forgiveness, but Killian was looking at the ground, head bowed in shame.
“Killian?”
He just shook his head.
Russ joined them on the porch and leaned against the railing, arms folded. “Ask Killian what he did last night, Lara.”
“Russ, don’t—” Killian begged.
“Okay, if you don’t want to tell her, I’ll show her,” Russ said, and gestured to the front door of Lara’s cabin. Ugly, deep scores marred the wood, as if some massive animal had tried to claw its way into the house.
“What… what happened?” Lara asked.
“Killian happened,” Russ explained.
Lara turned to Killian and he finally looked at her, his face full of regret and sadness. “Killian?”
“It was me,” he admitted, dropping his head again. “I stayed here all night, I think. I have a hard time remembering on full moon nights, but I’m pretty sure I stayed here all night, trying to get in to you. Russ came and tried to stop me, but I kept coming back.”
Lara stared. “I don’t understand,” she finally managed. “How did you do something like that, Killian? You’re just a man.”
A low chuckle sounded behind Lara and then faded into a menacing growl. She turned slowly around and, in the place where Russ had stood only moments before, was a large black timber wolf.
Lara was about to run, about to open her mouth and scream but, in an instant, the wolf was gone and Russ was back in his place against the railing.
She stood froze, trembling. “I… I don’t understand,” she said.
Killian put one hand on her arm. “Let me explain.”
* * *
Once they were back in the house and Killian had draped himself in a blanket, he and Russ told Lara the whole truth.
They were brothers, kind of, but not the kind of brothers that Lara was used to.
Killian and Russ ran in a pack together, a small pack now, just the two of them. Winter’s Lake had a long tradition of magic and mysticism and was a draw for supernatural creatures of all kinds. Fairies flitted through the woods, vampires were known to drop by and a pack of werewolves had guarded the town before there even was a town.
“My father passed his dark gift along to me,” Killian told her. “He allowed himself to be bitten when he was a boy, so he could help protect Winter’s Lake, and so I allowed the same thing.”
The founding families of Winter’s Lake had passed the duty down from father to son for generations, ensuring that the town of humans had its own form of supernatural protection from whatever might emerge from the vast woods surrounding the city limits.
“So… you’re werewolves?” Lara asked, stunned.
“Yeah, pretty much,” Russ smirked.
“It’s more complicated than that, Lara,” Killian explained.
The wolves of Winter’s Lake weren’t mindless werewolves, enslaved to the full moon. These wolves, these shifters, could take their form whenever it suited them, but during the full moon—the night before, the night of, and the night after—they lost control of their transformation and became true werewolves, mindless and vicious.
“It’s a small price to pay, really, for the gift of shifting,” Killian said. “Normally, we lock ourselves up on those nights, but last night…”
“Last night, Killian was having an emotional breakdown and forgot to secure himself,” Russ said.
“Can you just stop, Russ?” Lara snapped. “I’m so sick and tired of you bullying him and—”
Lara stopped. Something was beginning to click.
“You’re a pack, right? The two of you?”
Both men nodded.
“And wolf packs have a leader, don’t they? An… what do you call it?”
“An Alpha,” Russ replied, and Lara needed only to look at the smirk on his face to know which one of the boys was the Alpha in this pack. Of course.
“So when Russ told you to leave me alone, Killian…”
“I had to obey him,” Killian looked deeply ashamed, humiliated. “I’m sorry, Lara. I like you, I have… feelings for you. But you understand that I can’t act on them if my Alpha says I can’t.”
“Russ, you absolute bastard,” Lara snapped.
“Hey! It’s not all my fault, Lara,” Russ replied. “My emotions, my human feelings, get tamped down by my wolf instincts. It’s an Alpha’s job to improve the pack, claim females. I don’t want to do that, don’t want to crush Killian, but sometimes I just can’t help it.”
“So just because you have higher status in your pack, that means you can just take whatever, or whoever, you want?” Lara asked.
Both men nodded.
“And I don’t get any say in this, do I?”
They shook their heads.
Lara bit her lip, thinking for a moment. “Russ, as long as you can claim me, then your wolfish instincts are sated?”
“Yes,” Russ replied.
“And Killian, you could only have me if Russ says you can,” she continued.
“Pretty much,” Killian sounded mortified.
“What if…” Lara paused for a moment, trying to plan her next words very, very carefully. “What if you both shared me?”
Two pairs of eyes, soft brown and ice blue, peered at her warily.
“What do you mean?” Killian asked finally.
“If Russ has me, claims me, then is Killian free to have me next?”
“Lara, what are you saying?” Russ’ face was stony.
“I’m saying that,
ever since I’ve gotten here, I’ve found myself attracted to you both. Yes, Russ, you’re a dick, but there was something about you that… I don’t know. I can’t explain it, but there was something there.”
Russ nodded.
“And Killian…” Lara trailed off. She didn’t know how to put her feelings towards Killian into words. The attraction, the warmth and safety, the… love.
Russ didn’t wait for her to answer, for her to explain herself to Killian. Instead, he crossed to her and dropped to his knees in front her.
“Are you saying that you would endure me in order to have Killian?” he asked.
“No, Russ, no,” Lara argued. “That’s not what I’m saying at all. I’m saying that I want you. I want you to take me, hard and fast, with the same ferocity that you showed last night. But I also want Killian. When you’re done with me, when you’ve had your fill, I want to be with Killian. Please.”
Russ glanced toward Killian, still wrapped in a blanket on the couch, and then back at Lara. “I think that is acceptable,” he announced.
“Thank you—” Lara began, but Russ was on her then, lifting her up from the couch and cradling her in his strong arms.
He carried her down the short hall to her bedroom, shouting back over his shoulder. “Killian, come on. That’s an order from your Alpha.”
Killian couldn’t get there fast enough.
Russ threw Lara down on her bed, ripping the remainder of her clothing off of her and stripping off his own tattered clothing. Killian had no such encumbrances, his clothes were probably in pieces somewhere on the forest floor, but he let the blanket fall from his shoulders, exposing the full glory of his naked body.
“Get her ready for me,” Russ ordered and Killian didn’t hesitate.
He fell onto the bed and buried his head between Lara’s knees, lapping at her with his eager, willing tongue.
Lara moaned once, then lost herself in the pleasure of being serviced by the man that she’d wanted for so long. She was excited, hungry, and it didn’t take Killian’s tongue long to soak her waiting entrance.
“Killian,” she breathed, then, “Russ!”
Obediently, Killian moved aside to allow his Alpha to claim her. Russ flipped her over onto all fours, then entered her with a single, determined thrust. Lara threw her head back and shrieked with pleasure at the intensity of the thrust.
Russ pushed into her deeper, swirled his hips to give all of her a taste of the hard base of his cock, then set a steady rhythm, swift and unyielding, claiming what was, by pack rights, his.
Out of the corner of her eye, Lara caught a glace of Killian kneeling on the bed next them, bright brown eyes watching intensely as his Alpha fucked into Lara with frightening intensity. His hands idly stroked his cock, keeping himself hard and interested for his turn which, judging by Russ’ harsh breathing and piston-like thrusts, wouldn’t be long.
With a howl of desire, Russ thrust into Lara one last night, his climax spilling deep inside of her. He held her hips to him as he spent himself and then shuddered, the intensity of his surrender shaking Lara to her very core.
She dropped her head and collapsed face down onto the bed as Russ slid out of her.
“Are you okay?” Killian’s soft voice whispered in the shell of her ear.
She hummed with contentment. “Mmmm, hmmmm,” Lara managed. “You now, Killian. Please?”
Killian looked at Russ for permission and the Alpha’s blue eyes were bright with anticipation.
“You may have her, Killian,” Russ allowed.
Killian was gentle as he turned Lara over on her back.
“I want to see you,” he explained, rough hands running down her body, tracing soft circles around each supple breast. “You are so beautiful, Lara.”
He kissed her then, soft and shyly, as if he were unable to believe that she was actually his. Lara felt another hand in her hair. Russ was leaning over both of them, a sly smile dancing across his face.
“I want to watch you, Lara,” he whispered. “I want to watch you come for my boy.”
Killian lined the head of his cock up with Lara’s wet entrance and slowly, so slowly, he inched inside of her. The walls of her pussy were still sensitive from the primal pounding Russ had just given her and every thrust from Killian sparked a new mix of pleasure and pain.
He started slowly, sliding the full length of his lovely cock in and out of her, letting Lara savor every bit of him, until his strong forearms were shaking from the effort of holding himself over her.
“Killian,” she begged. “Faster.”
Lara didn’t have to ask twice. Killian drove into her, his need growing with every single thrust. Lara’s hips bucked up into his, driving him on—harder, faster—toward her own climax.
She felt a finger gently caress her clit and she looked down, shocked to see Russ’ hand buried in her crotch as Killian fucked into her.
“Oh!” she managed and then she was gone, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of being shared by these two beautiful men. Lara’s climax ripped through her small body and, as she trembled with her own release, she could feel Killian seize up and spill inside of her, cumming with a low moan.
Then stayed like that, joined together, until Lara thought she might be in danger of being crushed. Killian slowly removed himself from her, then pulled her around to his front, intending to wrap his arms around her and spoon her.
Russ stopped him with one hand, then quickly repositioned everyone on the bed. Lara resting against Killian’s back, Russ protectively wrapped around Lara.
This was nice, Lara thought, happy to be a strange new addition to the wolf pack of Winter’s Lake.
THE END
= Bonus Book 2 of 7 =
Forever Yours
16th September 2016
Another day, another dollar, I thought morosely as I forced myself out of bed. My head hurt like hell, I had an ache pounding right through my whole body, so much so that it actually took me a few moments to realize that I wasn’t in my usual surroundings. My crappy apartment had somehow transformed into one of the much plusher staff rooms at the hotel where I worked, bringing all the memories of the previous night crashing back over me.
I had staggered home after an extremely long shift at the same place I’d worked ever since leaving high school, just to find a burst pipe in my apartment, and water everywhere. Absolutely everything was damaged and I was nowhere near in the right frame of mind to tackle it. I was far too tired, I’d done my usual housekeeping shift, followed by an unexpected stint in the bar, and all I needed to do was go back to sleep.
It had seemed like a really good idea to come back here for a bed at the time, but now waking up here made me feel totally claustrophobic. It was one thing to know that I’d stayed in the same town my entire life, that I hadn’t moved on in the ten years after school, despite my so called ‘potential’, but to have to actually live here for a while was on another level entirely. I didn’t need reminding that I was still ‘just a housekeeper’. Maybe I should’ve been a track star, that was what everyone always thought I would become, but my running dreams had died on the last day of high school, and that was the end of that.
I hated my apartment, but I was going to have to get the plumbing fixed sooner rather than later. Being there was much better than being here. One night was just about my limit!
I grabbed my cell phone and put in the call to the local handyman right away. I knew Luke well, he was another one of the guys who stayed behind here when everyone else left. The only problem was I couldn’t really compare our lives; he was happy, married, in love, I was just... existing. He seemed pleased to still be here, whereas to me it was as if my life was left in limbo, that I was in a bubble that I couldn’t seem to pop.
“Hey, Luke,” I murmured sleepily into the handset the second that he answered. “I’m really sorry, it’s Jenna Smee. My pipes have burst again, only this time it’s wrecked everything. The bathroom and the kitchen are totally flooded. I
didn’t even have the heart to check the rest of the place. It’s probably a real mess, I’m so sorry.”
“Okay sure, I know where the spare key is,” he replied, proving just how often I needed him for things. “I’ll take a look today, see what I can do.”
“Thank you, you’re a lifesaver.”
I clicked to end the call with relief flooding through my system, before spotting the time on my phone screen. Shit, I was going to be late if I didn’t get a move on! I was supposed to start work in fifteen minutes, I wasn’t even going to have time for a shower. I would just have to chuck on the uniform I was wearing yesterday morning and get the hell on with it. It was all right, people didn’t pay any attention to the staff anyway... especially not the housekeeping. I could get away with it, just the once.
I checked my appearance in the mirror before I burst from the room, shaking my head in disappointment as I left. I’d barely had time to run a brush through my hair, never mind put any makeup on! This was going to be a day of keeping my eyes fixed on the ground. If I didn’t make eye contact, no one would look at me.
Come on, just get on with it, I scolded myself. The sooner this shift is over, the quicker I can get back home. The sooner I can get back to normal.
I raced through the hallway to grab the cleaning cart from the cupboard, my face heating up with stress the whole time, but before I could get in any of the rooms, my radio buzzed which could only mean one thing. The boss needed me, and once she saw me looking so disheveled I would have a lot of questions coming my way.
“Jenna, can you come down to the reception desk, please?”
Oh God, Deana had said please, that meant she was with someone important, someone I really didn’t want to meet. “Yep, sure,” I replied with a shaky voice. “I’ll be right down.”
I was torn between taking a second to sort myself out and rushing right down to find out what was going on. In the end I decided that being late was going to be the bigger crime in Deana’s eyes, so I gave up and thundered down the stairs. As I got near the bottom, I could see Deana smiling, and the back of a man’s head. My mind whirred, trying to recall any meetings that I should’ve known about, but my brain drew a frustrating blank. Too much was going on in my life at the moment, I couldn’t think of anything.