None of them spoke for a minute or two. Then Alex squeezed his hand. “I’m so sorry.”
Chris’ hand moved up to Ben’s neck, rubbing it. “You’re worried something like that will happen here.”
“It’s—I keep reminding myself how strong you are. Stronger than my dad, and a lot younger, too. Stronger than anyone I’ve ever met. But it still concerns me.” Fuck concerned. It scared the shit out of him. But he wasn’t so sure he wanted to admit how terrified he felt.
“We’re going to win,” Chris said. “This isn’t going to be like your parents. And when we’ve wiped the floor with them, you and Alex and I will live happily ever after.”
“I agree,” Alex said. “Brett’s not as strong as Chris. If Brett and Chris end up fighting, Brett will lose. It won’t be like with your dad.”
Chris squeezed Ben’s neck. “Now let’s go back to my place and go to bed.”
Chapter 12
Chris led his mates out to his car. He hated everything Ben had had to go through. At the same time, he felt impressed by Alex. The way she’d reached out to Ben had been sympathetic and mature, in spite of her age. Maybe Chris wasn’t giving her enough credit.
Those thoughts quickly gave way to more sexual ones. They’d had amazing sex that afternoon but it wasn’t anywhere near enough. He wanted his mates, and wanted them now.
It didn’t take long to drive back to his house, or to get his mates up to the bedroom. In no time at all, he and Ben were stripping Alex, one on top, the other on bottom. She worked on Chris’ button-down shirt while he undid her jeans.
“I cannot wait to see you naked again,” Chris said.
As Chris pushed her jeans down her legs, Ben unclasped her bra and her breasts sprang free. Still kneeling, Chris lost interest disrobing her as her breasts appeared before him. He cupped them and sucked on one nipple then the other.
Chris pulled back, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. Ben had removed her underwear and now held her from behind, his hand between her legs.
“I’m thinking double penetration,” Ben said, his eyes dancing.
Chris met his eyes. “Definitely. And I’m in back.”
Ben opened his mouth to say something.
“You marked her first.”
Ben closed his mouth. “Yeah, you’re right.”
Chris stood, leaned over Alex’s shoulder and kissed Ben. It quickly turned into an open-mouthed tangling of tongues. Chris pressed his cock against Alex’s stomach, yearning to sink inside her. Or inside Ben. The idea definitely was growing on him.
Alex slipped out from between them. As soon as she was gone, Ben yanked Chris against him, holding him tight. Alex tugged at Ben’s shirt and Chris moved his arms and hands out of the way just enough to let her peel it off him. Then Chris replaced his hands, touching naked skin.
Alex skirted around to work on Chris but couldn’t do much more than pull his shirt out of his slacks. She tried to put her arms around him from the back but couldn’t get her hands between him and Ben. Finally, Chris pulled back from their clinch.
“Let’s help Alex with these clothes.” He had Ben’s jeans down to his thighs before either of his mates could even start on his own clothes.
Ben’s cock popped out of his underwear, thick and hard. Chris dropped to his knees as he pulled Ben’s jeans down and helped him step out of them. Then Chris gripped Ben’s cock around the base. He started by taking just the head into his mouth and sucking lightly on it. Ben’s head fell back on a moan.
Chris slowly fed the rest of Ben’s cock into his mouth until his lips touched his fingers at the root. He stroked Ben’s cock in and out of his mouth, loving every second, but loving it even more when he saw how much Ben liked it.
Alex had slid behind Ben. Chris couldn’t see what she was doing exactly, except that her hands roamed over his chest, plucking at his nipples. Then she came around the other side and got on her knees behind Chris. She pressed kisses to his back as her hands teased his nipples then slid down to rub his cock through his jeans.
After a few minutes, Chris released Ben’s cock and stood up, ready to be naked. Now both his mates were nude and he still had all of his clothes on. Without a word, Ben undid his jeans. While Alex pulled them down his legs, Ben finished unbuttoning and removing his shirt.
When the three of them fell together onto the bed, Chris made sure Alex was in the middle. He wanted to taste her. “Spread her out.”
Together the two men spread Alex’s legs. Chris lay down between them and fastened his mouth onto her clit. Ben, meanwhile, lay down so that he could lick and suck on her nipples.
Alex moaned low in her throat, placing a hand on each of their heads. “That’s so good.”
“Anything for you,” Ben said.
Chris didn’t comment, just worked even harder to find all of her sweet spots, the exact moves that would drive his mate crazy. When she started to writhe, he figured the swirling sucking thing he was doing right then was perfect. He’d have to remember that.
Ben scooted up further to kiss her while Chris coaxed her body into an orgasm that nearly shook him off of her. Score.
When she finished, he sat up between her legs. “Double penetration.”
“Amen,” Ben said.
“You’re sure this won’t hurt, with both of you at once?”
“I bought lube,” Ben said.
“When’d you find the time to buy lube?” Chris said.
“When I went to the grocery earlier today.” Ben grabbed a bag out of the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a bottle. “Just for us.”
He must be missing something. “They have lube at the grocery?” Chris said.
Ben laughed. “No but they have it at the adult store out on the edge of town.” He crawled onto the bed, smacking the side of Alex’s butt. “Roll over. We need to get you ready.”
She stretched, her arms high over her head, which lifted her breasts invitingly toward the ceiling. Then with a Cheshire smile she rolled onto her stomach and lifted her hips. “Have your way with me, boys,” she said in a low, sultry voice.
Ben uncapped the lube, but Chris shook his head. He had a better way to start this off. He rubbed her ass cheeks then pulled them gently apart. Then he very lightly traced his thumb over the small star inside.
Alex wriggled her butt.
Pulling her buttocks further apart, Chris leaned down and licked her, then went even further and sucked her gently, with lots of tongue.
Slapping her hand against the bed, Alex moaned into the blankets.
He didn’t want her to come again until he was inside her, so he stopped.
“No,” she said.
Chris ignored her pleas. “Lube?”
Ben poured a little lube at the top of her crease and worked it in with his fingers. After pouring a little more, he pushed one finger into her, sliding it in and out, getting the lube into her canal as well.
“More,” Chris said.
Ben removed his finger before adding more lube, and this time, Chris got in on it, slipping his finger into her ass. God, she felt tight.
“You sure you’re big enough?” he said.
“It worked before,” Alex said. “Although you and Ben are bigger than any…I mean, you’re bigger.”
He didn’t like thinking about her with other men, but it helped she thought they were bigger. Not that size mattered. Right.
Chris kept at it until his finger slid easily then added a second with a little more lube from Ben. After he’d added a third and it too slid comfortably in and out, he said, “I think she’s ready.”
Ben handed him the lube. “Why don’t I lie down, and she can get on top of me, and then you can enter her from behind?”
“Sounds perfect,” Chris said.
In less than a minute, Alex straddled Ben, who slid his cock into her pussy. She relaxed down onto his chest, letting her hips slide up a little. Even so, Chris had to push and move her around to get himself in place. Even though he’d
warmed her up, she still felt very tight as he pushed inside.
So tight. So good. “Is that okay?” His voice sounded like someone else’s, dry and rough.
“Wonderful.” Alex reached back to rub his calf. “Amazing.”
Chris moved. Slowly at first, then picking up speed as he slid easily in and out of her. Alex was making breathy little noises punctuated by tiny cries. Beneath her, Ben moaned.
“I can feel it,” Ben said. “I can feel you both.”
By leaning on his arms, Chris could slide even more easily. He rested his chest against Alex’s back and kissed the shoulder where he’d marked her. When she gave a shuddering cry, he didn’t even think. He bit down.
Alex shattered, her pussy pulsing so hard Chris could feel her tightening around him. Chris fought to keep from coming. He didn’t want this bliss to end. But as she continued to squeeze him, he couldn’t hold back. He pushed deeper and let go, releasing into her.
After he’d come, he stayed there a second, unable to move. His eyes met Ben’s and he smiled. Then Chris pushed himself up, carefully pulling out of Alex. He lay down next to them, close enough so the front of his body pressed against Ben’s side. As Alex moved over Ben, Chris rubbed her back and her beautiful ass.
Both his mates moved in the throes of passion, even Alex who’d just had a rip-roaring orgasm. From the look on her face, she was poised to have another.
Ben turned his head, his nose grazing Chris’. Chris didn’t need any more encouragement. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Ben’s, absorbing some of his hunger. After a few moments, Ben no longer kissed him, just breathed him in. His eyes slitted, he looked drugged.
Ben twisted to look at Alex. “Soon.” He pulled her down to him and sunk his teeth into his mark on her shoulder.
As her body shook, Alex bit Ben too. His body tightened then just his hips moved, pushing deeper inside her. Chris nuzzled Alex’s cheek with his nose, holding tight to her back. The three of them clung together for long seconds until the violence of their orgasms faded away.
They were together, as they should be. He just hoped he could keep them together.
* * *
The next night, most of Roanoke pack and quite a number of Stonewall pack showed up at the farm. Chris had talked with his tenant and arranged to use a fallow field on the far edge of the property, far enough away that they couldn’t see it from the farmhouse. As far as his tenant knew, Chris was holding an impromptu party. Highly irregular, and his tenant probably thought he was nuts, but there wasn’t much he could do about it.
He’d been worried about talking with his tenant. The guy was a litigious son of a bitch. He’d already dragged Chris into court for frivolous shit. Chris almost always won—that wasn’t the problem. Going to court cost money—more money than he got from renting the damn farm out—and he didn’t want to pay out for yet another suit. Especially now, when he had two mates who were both unemployed depending on him. But his tenant had agreed to let him use the field, so hopefully this wouldn’t turn into a court case.
A few wolves posted out on the road directed everyone to the field. The crescent moon rose over them, clear as the millions of stars that shone so brightly without the light pollution from the city. Chris stood at the edge of the field with his mates and his second.
“Ten fifty-five,” Nick said. “He sure does believe in cutting it close.”
“I just hope they didn’t lure us out here in order to wreak havoc in our territory,” Ben said.
Which is why Chris had left several of his strongest wolves behind. Chris would know it if anyone breached their territory. A quick phone call and his wolves would know it too.
Alex paced and fidgeted. Ben, for his part, seemed to be holding it together okay. At least for now. Chris grabbed Alex as she walked by him, cupping her cheek. “Relax. It’s going to be fine.”
Bouncing on her toes, she said, “Of course. Of course it is.” She gave him a quick peck then continued pacing.
“Nervous energy,” Ben said. “We can help her work that off later.”
“I heard that.” Alex walked by them again.
“You saying you object?” Ben tracked her.
“Nope. Just saying I heard that.”
A car pulled off the road and into the makeshift parking area in the field. The three of them stilled as they watched the car park and a lone figure emerge. Keith walked across the field, the weight of the combined packs’ gazes on him the entire way. He stopped, standing alone across from Chris.
“You ready?” Keith said.
“I am.” Chris took a few steps forward so everyone could see him, and pulled off his shirt. He knew he had a lot more muscles than any of the other wolves here, and he wanted them all to remember it.
This is how challenge fights began—both people disrobed and then changed into wolves. The disrobing part usually included as much posturing as possible, both to show the wolves in attendance how imposing they were, and to hopefully scare their opponent.
Keith and Chris disrobed, tossing their clothes to the side. Chris had it all over Keith in the muscle department. Still facing each other, they underwent the change. At the end, Keith stood as a grey wolf, dark gray on the top of his head and back, lighter on his belly. Chris knew his own coloring was lighter, almost a honey color only slightly darker on his back.
Keith bared his teeth.
The fight was also as much about posturing as about grappling. Chris couldn’t let Keith think for a second he had the upper hand. So instead of reacting, Chris leisurely walked to the side, circling Keith and making him turn so Chris couldn’t get behind him.
Good. He liked making Keith dance to his tune.
Behind them, the crowd watched silently, as though afraid to miss a single move.
Chris darted to the inside, snapping at Keith’s side. He caught some skin, drew blood, but didn’t get a good grip, so he jumped away before Keith could engage him.
Swinging to face Chris, Keith lowered his head and growled.
Had Chris been a smaller wolf, the growl might have been troubling. As it was, Chris chuffed, the closest he could get to laughter while in wolf form. Growl at him? He outweighed Keith by nearly half.
Chris raced in a circle around Keith, making him twist as though chasing his own tail. Then Chris slipped inside as he had before and clamped down on Keith’s shoulder, almost catching his neck in his teeth. Almost, but not quite.
Keith shook his body, trying to dislodge Chris, who dug even deeper. Blood welled through Chris’ teeth as his fangs cut through muscles and veins.
With a violent jerk, Keith managed to throw Chris off, but Chris took a chunk of flesh with him. He spit it out and went back to circling his prey.
Keith was bleeding pretty profusely. It dripped down his shoulder and leg, matting his fur. He limped a little as he turned, watching Chris.
Chris paced slowly. Should he attack again or let Keith come to him? His methods so far seemed to be working, but it seemed almost unsporting it was so easy.
Keith jumped toward him, his front paws coming down on Chris’ back. Chris rolled to get away from him and in the process Keith got his teeth around one of Chris’ hind legs.
Chapter 13
Chris tried but failed to dislodge Keith from his leg. Shit, it hurt. Keith worried it like a dog worries a bone, twisting his head side to side as he bit down harder.
Rolling backward far enough to bring his other legs into play, Chris kicked at Keith with everything he had. Keith whined as he skittered backward to escape Chris’ paws.
Chris flipped onto his feet and immediately lunged for Keith. He bit at him everywhere he could until he got a good grip on his throat. Chris didn’t want to kill him, so he bit down just hard enough to keep control of him, and held him there.
A minute passed, and then another. Keith let go of the tension in his body, submitting. Chris released him and stepped back, still looming over the challenger.
Chris had won
.
Keith slowly stood. He limped to his clothes and began the change back to human form.
As soon as he reached it, Ben and Nick stepped forward between Chris and Keith. At that point, Chris could safely change. If Keith tried anything, his mate and his second would stop him.
The second Chris had returned to human form, Alex dropped to her knees beside him. For a split second, he thought she might go down on him, crazy as that seemed, then realized she was looking at the wound in his leg, completely ignoring his cock which—as usual after a fight—stood at attention not six inches from her face.
Women.
He knew she wouldn’t appreciate any lewd comments, either, his innocent little mate. Especially with so many people around. But he’d tease her later.
As she touched the skin around his wound, he sucked in a breath. Still hurt. Werewolves healed faster than humans but they still had to heal.
Alex popped open the first aid kit she’d brought with her.
“Can I get dressed first?” he said.
She didn’t look at him, intent on what she was doing. “You can put a shirt on. Pants would only get in the way.”
He slipped on his shirt, which unfortunately wasn’t quite long enough to hide his hard-on. But it did make him feel a little better.
Werewolves weren’t too self-conscious, but he was now the only one in the crowd not completely dressed, and he couldn’t think of a single way that could be good.
He stayed quiet as she cleaned the wound and dressed it. Several feet away, Keith had finished putting his clothes back on. Ben and Nick escorted him to his car. Even across the field, Chris could hear Ben telling Keith to leave town and take his friends with him. Chris hoped he’d listen.
By the time Ben and Nick returned, Alex had finished patching him up. Chris pulled on his boxers and pants.
“Think that’s the last we’ll see of him?” Nick said.
Chris had to sit down in order to put on his socks and shoes. He tried to hide how much it hurt.
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