“There are weeds growing everywhere. Let’s pull some,” Adrienne said bending down pulling a hand full of weeds.
“Don’t do that, your hands will bleed.” He took her hands and brought them to his mouth and gently kissed her open palms. Observing her he said, “Let’s get a shovel and I’ll dig them up. If you want to help, there are gloves in the shed.” Adrienne didn’t know what to make of Drayton, he was everything that Wilder and Lycell wasn’t—easy to love.
Opening the door to the small house he quickly found a shovel and gloves. Adrienne’s eyes explored the room. In it a small bed, books, chairs, a small table and a tea pot with cups. It must have been a quiet room where his mother could get away from so much testosterone, and having all those Alpha males to deal with, must have been taxing especially with her being human.
Drayton casually glanced up and through the window he saw a storm cloud had emerged and rain and snow began falling. “Weather changes quickly here. I think we should remain until it’s over. You can’t take any chances with the baby and all. In two months, the baby will be born...”
“I’m not having a baby or a pup,” Adrienne said. Her voice forceful.
“Why do you insist on saying that?” Drayton didn’t understand Adrienne. However, he thought he knew human females, because after all his mother was a human.
She looked in his trustful eyes and felt she could tell him anything. He was like that. As handsome as he is he was like a friend that she hadn’t had for a long time. Wilder was temperamental, but from the beginning, she knew Wilder was sympathetic and had way too much feelings to be a true Werewolf. She thought this of Drayton as well, but Lycell was another story. He appeared to be brash, arrogant, and downright dangerous.
“I can’t have children,” she confided in Drayton. He tilted his head to the side not understanding her reason for making that statement.
“You are not having a child, you are having Werewolves,” he insisted.
“I know, but it works the same way.” She cleared her throat and wiped a tear from her eyes. “I was injured when I was in college and the doctor said that I could never have a child.”
“Did you tell Wilder?”
“I tried telling him but I just couldn’t and he refused to listen. He kept insisting that I’m pregnant.” She sat on the floor and Drayton sat near her holding her in his arms. Her response to him powerful and instinctive. A delightful shiver ran through her. She felt limitless peace and satisfaction with him.
***
The rain fell hard and the cold and chill of the small room hit her. She leaned against his chest for the warmth. Again there was a feeling of safety in his arms. He turned and held her face in his large hands, then he leaned into her, his lips lightly touching hers asking for permission to enter. Her kiss gave permission for his tongue to circle her lips before making an intrusion into the natural opening of her mouth. Looking up at Drayton he projected the same power that Wilder had and because they were similar in body and face it was easy to want and need him.
She tackled the reality of coupling with him. His compelling strong brown eyes seduced her and she couldn’t move. She was like the innocent little deer who couldn’t believe that the wolf would want it for food.
Running was out of the question. Stay and he will over power her with his gorgeous eyes, soft talk, and good looks, and she will fall into his arms. He had charms that was lacking in Wilder and Lycell. Wilder the leader, strong of willed and body to match, he was all she needed to make her happy. They were one with sex. Yet it had been his insistence in her having his pups and his brothers that caused her to question his intentions and her life with him.
When she realized that she wouldn’t have to live in a cave but a beautiful mansion, she began to rethink the possibility of being with Wilder and maybe one of his brothers, but Lycell with his crude manners was out of the question. She couldn’t stand him.
“I think we need to get back to the house,” Adrienne stated pulling away from Drayton’s heated kisses. It was too easy to fall into his arms and let him fall into her.
He stood up and peered through the window. The light snow and rain fell together and soon the grounds were awash in mud. “You’re not dressed to go out in that mess. I’ll go to the house and get a horse and come back for you.”
She touched his arm and a heated feeling passed between the both of them. She wanted to lie with him but for some reason she didn’t want to be disloyal to Wilder. After all Wilder claimed her first. Drayton stood and pulled Adrienne up to him and into his arms. His strong arms brought her to him and she felt his manhood and it was indeed ever as promising as Wilder. Well after all they are triplets, she thought.
Drayton couldn’t pull himself away from the warmth of her body, but Adrienne made the decision. He knew that Adrienne couldn’t stay in the shed long without risking a severe cold and that would be detrimental to the health of the child not to mention her because she appeared delicate. He didn’t want Wilder’s wrath.
He pulled his hand from her and left her sitting on an old rustic chair with a leather seat, which eased her aching bottom and back.
“I’ll be back soon. You won’t know that I’ve left you,” he said half smiling and rushing through the door closing it with the help of the wind.
***
Drayton rushed to the stables and found Lycell grooming his large black steed. “How many times are you going to brush that horse?” He said out of breath.
Lycell glanced up and said, “As many times as necessary. What do you want?”
“I need a horse for Adrienne.” Drayton walked around, grabbed a blanket, pulled a horse from its stall, and threw a saddle on its back.
“Where is she?” He asked stopping and glancing with narrowed eyes at Drayton.
“In mother’s shed,” Drayton responded.
“How could you take her out there? You know how the weather is this time of year. She’s carrying our... I mean Wilder’s pup. You can’t risk her losing it. Don’t you know how important she is to us?” Lycell said reprimanding Drayton. He threw a saddle on his black steed and rushed out of the stables before Drayton could say a word.
Lycell hopped on his horse and took out at high speed through the mud and snow. When he reached the shed, he didn’t knock, he kicked it in and rushed to Adrienne shivering in the corner from fright and cold. He didn’t say a word, he threw a blanket over her with her kicking, screaming, and biting his arm. He lifted her on to the horse, where he held her to his side with one arm and iron hand firmly around her waist, and with the other hand he took the reins tight and his horse galloped away.
The house appeared farther away than he thought, or was it because Adrienne and her child was in danger from the cold, and the harshness of the ride down the hill, caused him to panic. Lycell’s anxiety made him kick the horse to rush him along. Finally, he caught sight of the house, rode to the front door, and jumped from the horse with Adrienne wrapped in his large arms. Drayton stood by chin meeting his chest, worried, peering at them through the open door.
“Is she okay?” he said in a weak voice.
Carrying her into the room and running up the stairs with Adrienne in his arms, with Drayton close on his heels, he opened the door to the bedroom and placed her softly on the bed. Tired from the ordeal and the cold, Adrienne scrambled under the cover in her soaked dress. Lycell looked at her. Her eyes were closing.
He pulled the covers down and pulled her dress over her head. Drayton saw him staring at her. “She is beautiful isn’t she?” Drayton asked.
“I’m not concerned with that, I’m concerned about saving the child,” Lycell said to him, but Drayton knew better. He had the same thoughts. They were the same after all. They knew if Wilder was attracted to her and could love this human, so could they.
“Should we get a doctor?”
“It would take hours in this weather and we don’t need him asking questions. She doesn’t have a fever. She’ll be Ok,” Lycell sai
d looking at Adrienne and passing his hands through her hair.
After Lycell took off her clothes he covered her with blankets and rushed to the kitchen to get some of the cook’s soup and tea that she prepared for Adrienne. Coming back with it he said, “I’ll take it from here, Drayton.” His brown eyes a burnt red. “Leave you to do one thing and you almost get her killed. You know better than taking her to that shed.”
“I thought if she was alone with me she would like me. See that I was a good guy,” Drayton confessed.
“You are a good guy and you mean well but sometimes you do too much to make a female like you. Just ease up a bit. Don’t try so hard.”
“I should be like you? You try so hard not to show your feelings that you are upsetting her.” Lycell knew what Drayton was saying was true. But he never knew how or what to say to a female let alone a human female. When it came to horses and dogs he understood how to treat them to make them responsive, but it would take too much to encourage this female to want to mate with him, and if he couldn’t find a way their pack was doomed for now.
Drayton and Lycell knew that Wilder wanted this to work otherwise he would never have mated with Adrienne. Wilder would rather go it alone than to make a mistake when choosing a mate.
Lycell knew he needed to change his ways, but it was easier said than done. Wilder and Drayton warned him that he didn’t have the disposition and temperament to deal with human females, and if they were to survive, it depended on convincing a human to cohabitate with all three werewolves. It would be hard with one werewolf, but with all three making demands on her body, now that would take a special kind of female.
But Lycell had to ease up and try to be agreeable.
Wilder had been too particular in the past. He didn’t want the Werefemales because they weren’t fertile enough and the ones that could have pups were crude and not attractive. That is when the notion of having elaborate parties at their homes may have worked to entice humans. But once the women realized that they would have to live in isolated areas, they bailed out on them. Most of the women were from large cities. Drayton depended on Lycell to make the humans more receptive to them but that had been a mistake.
Lycell just couldn’t control his anger and sexual appetite. At one of their notorious parties, young women from Los Angles, San Francisco, Seattle, to Las Vegas had heard about the young billionaire bachelors seeking brides, and a hundred women and friends descended on the Samsa ranch.
The pool full and the moon even fuller sent Lycell into a sexual fury, where he took one willing female to his room and when she emerged after three days of wild sexual orgies, the woman had to check into a psychiatric ward where she kept saying over and over that he had the biggest cock that she had ever seen. And she needed to marry him and his brothers. And he turned into a wolf.
Her friends wanted to see what she was talking about and they would return to each party hoping to get a glance at Lycell, and his notorious large manhood. By that time Wilder stated that he would place an ad in the papers in Europe advertising for a mate. He left out the part where the females who answered the ad would have three husbands as well as have their children. Wilder wrote the advertisement open-ended and left it to interpretation.
The advertisement went something like this: Willing young women of childbearing age who are looking to marry a prosperous man and don’t mind having children and living in a community home with his brothers, contact immediately.
They interviewed several eager females but Wilder was choosy and none of them pleased him. Lycell had one thought in his mind. Were they willing to endure his enormous sexual appetite? But Wilder was concerned about breeding and the ability to produce enough pups where he wouldn’t have to separate from his brothers. They needed to remain together as a family.
Having three human females together under one roof was out of the question. They would risk their secret of being werewolves, which would have dire consequences. With one female to deal with and who was fertile, they would be the only group of Alpha males who could take the Werewolves into the twenty-first century, or risk dying out. For Wilder, that was not an option.
***
Waking from her sleep, she glanced over to see Lycell sitting in the chair across from her bed looking dominant and handsome with his blue jean shirt and torn jeans, with a small Indian turquoise necklace hanging on a black silk thin rope around his neck. He looked rugged and no doubt he was the most abrasive and rugged one of the handsome Samsa brothers.
Lycell reluctantly decided that he would make a try at pleasing Adrienne. He didn’t want trouble when Wilder returned. The woman was pleasant to the eyes and her breasts were ample enough to handle his pups and Drayton’s also. He imagined that his sexual desires may be too demanding on her opening and slight body, but she would get used to him over time. Once she had Wilder’s pups it would be his turn to mark her, and then Drayton would be last.
“What are you looking at with that smile? You look like you could eat me.”
“I could if I wanted to,” he said with a smirk, “but not as a meal.” His face concealed a smile. His eyes gave it away. He knew from dealing with human females that they liked that kind of lovemaking, and he learned what to do to them to bring about sexual satisfaction.
“Do you think I would ever let you get that close to me,” Adrienne asked him, “or allow your wolf’s nose to smell me?”
“Do you think you have a choice?” he said with a twinkle in his eye. If it wasn’t for Wilder, this sharp tongue woman would be taken by now, even if she was pregnant, Lycell thought. But Wilder had her first and he was willing to share her with them. So Lycell had to pretend that he was at least civilized and not the wild wolf everyone knew him to be including Adrienne lying on the bed looking so tempting.
She sat up in bed, “You can’t keep me here. You can be in serious trouble.”
“Wilder said for you to stay until the child is born.” He looked at her. “See, I’m trying to be civil.”
“You wouldn’t know what civility is if it bit you in that harry ...”
Lycell eyes narrowed into small slits, “Watch what you’re saying to me. I’m not Wilder. I haven’t imprinted on you. I’d just sooner take you, defile you, and send you home. And then watch you return like a lost sheep with a pup your humans will not accept.” He stepped closer to the bed. “Then I will tell Wilder that you escaped,” he said standing at the foot of the bed, ready to leap on it and on her at the sign of fear. “Now do you want to say anymore?” Her eyes enlarged and she held her stomach.
“You don’t frighten me, you...you.” She was choosing her words carefully. She was in no mood to fight off his advances. She knew she wouldn’t win. She stood up in bed to keep him from jumping on top of her. Lycell wanted to scare her and shut her up. He managed to do the opposite.
“I’m, I’m...I’m sick.” She held her mouth bounding on to the floor and rushing to the restroom. She lowered her head into the toilet bowl and spilled out everything in her stomach and it wasn’t much. It was a dry heave. She stayed with her head in the toilet with Lycell looking concerned.
“What’s wrong with you?” He said anxious walking in a circle. If she dies Wilder will blame me and I will be banished from the pack, he thought. Adrienne looked up from the toilet.
“There’s nothing wrong with me, I think I’m pregnant.”
“That’s what we’ve been telling you all the time. I could smell you,” he said to Adrienne.
She stayed on her knees for a few minutes and then she stood. Lycell walked around her looking as if he had seen something strange. She turned around and headed for the toilet again. If she is sick why is she still hanging her head in the toilet? He thought.
“I don’t feel well,” she said to him.
“I wouldn’t feel well if I were on my knees with my head in that toilet,” he said to her.
“Get out of here. I can’t stand you,” she shouted waving her hand behind her with the other hand hol
ding on to the bowl.
“You will get use to me when it’s time. You may find that you will beg me to mate with you. And pleasure you.”
“You will die a lone wolf before that happens,” Adrienne said standing on weak legs then eyeing the toilet brush and throwing it at him, then returning to the toilet bowl for relief.
The door to the bedroom opened and Drayton strolled in. “What are you doing, Lycell? He walked to the restroom to see Adrienne draped over the bowl. He rushed to pick her up and said, “Did Lycell hurt you Adrienne?” She glanced at Lycell with a smirk on her face.
With Adrienne in his arms, he turned to Lycell to hear his side, but Lycell stood firm with his dark eyes staring at Drayton as if to say how could you dare question me. “I want him out of here, Drayton. He’s disturbing me and my pup.” She put her hand on her stomach and it felt larger. Then her eyes wandered over to Lycell, “Go,” she screamed.
“You have to leave. Adrienne says you are making her nervous.”
“I know what she’s saying and doing,” Lycell said glancing at her, narrowing his bright sexy brown eyes. Adrienne felt like a sheep and she would be one if ever he had his chance at her.
Chapter 3
Being sick and staying in bed had its perks. For one, Adrienne could gain some of her strength she lost living in the cold damp cave with Wilder. Now she could eat fresh fruit and vegetables, not to mention eggs and cooked meat, then if all went well, she would make another attempt to escape. What is the purpose of being here if I can’t see or be with Wilder, she thought. There was something different about him—the way he smiled. Those big beautiful deep blue eyes. And that body, what a magnificent body. And his insatiable sexual appetite for her and her insatiable sexual desires for him. Now gone with him. She felt misplaced and lonely. Was he lonely too she wondered?
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