Alphas' Embrace [Southern Supernatural Alphas] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour)

by Sara Anderson

  The music faded, and the lighting grew brighter. She heard the scrape of a wooden door opening before she opened her eyes. She looked around, and they were in a private room. “What is this?” she asked breathlessly.

  “It’s Gage’s apartment. Don’t worry, no one will bother us.”

  “Are you sure?” Avery looked around, stunned to see a living area, and imagined some stranger walking in on them.

  “Yeah, Gage is the only other one with a key, and he will join us once his employee gets in.”

  Sam towered over her, making her feel feminine and delicate. He pulled her to him again and claimed her lips with his own. His tongue traced the outline of her lips in a demand that she open for him. His hand fisted in her hair, making her open for him, and then his tongue surged in. His kiss was as dominating as it was intoxicating. He held her pinned, dominating her with his body as he took her mouth.

  His hips ground into her pelvis, and she could feel his large erection behind the denim of his jeans. When he finally released her, Avery nearly tripped over her own feet, but Sam easily picked her up easily. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and his cock rubbed against her own oversensitive clit.

  Sam pressed her against a cool wall, and then he pulled up her black flowing skirt. He rubbed his cock head in her wet slit, and it nearly drove her over the edge. She broke away from his mouth and sucked in air while her hips moved against his hard erection.

  “Oh, Sam. Please.”

  “Please what, darlin’? Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you.” And she did. This all-consuming need to have Sam inside of her drowned out the fear and loneliness she’d lived with for so long. Sam had been the first man who truly wanted to protect her. He didn’t just want her for a quick fuck before saying don’t call me. No, he’d been there for her. He’d fixed her plumbing, tires, and Rylee’s bike. Oh yes, she wanted him.

  She ran her hands along the hard muscles of his shoulders. They were masculine and bulged with his strength while he kissed her sensitive neck. This all-consuming need was insane, but she liked it.

  * * * *

  Sam pressed Avery up against the wall and pressed his cock, throbbing in his jeans, against Avery’s soaking wet pussy. He could smell her delicate musk of arousal, and knew she was ready to take him. He would tell her everything about him, later. Now, his plan was to wrap her in so much pleasure, she’d not fight so hard when she knew the truth. He’d dropped plenty of hints, and he’d seen her brain processing the information. She was intelligent, and he could almost see the gears of her mind working. With the danger to her and Rylee though, he was done playing the nice guy and courting her. It was time for Avery to see the animal side of him and know she had a fierce protector that would die before anyone ever hurt her or Rylee again.

  Men had hurt Avery in the past. He didn’t have all the details yet, but like any good Texas Ranger, he’d have all her secrets soon enough. Once he knew the names, he would make sure they never hurt another female again. Men that used children as human shields and left them to face deadly criminals alone forfeited their lives.

  He pulled her legs higher as he kissed and nipped the delicate skin around her shoulders and neck. His gums tingled as his canine teeth lengthened. The urge to bite her was nearly overpowering. Their mating bond was not quite complete, so the urge to bite her still rode him hard. Her confession of wanting to bite him had his wolf howling, and he couldn’t wait for Gage any longer. His wolf refused to wait anymore to claim her. He growled and scraped his teeth along her skin. “Don’t be afraid,” he whispered.

  Avery gasped and moaned as his teeth scraped along the soft flesh of her shoulder. She pressed her delicate flesh against his sharp teeth. Did she even know how she had his beast roaring and demanding to take what was his? No, of course not. She was completely innocent. He forced his beast to calm. He had to do this gently. She wasn’t a supernatural that could handle how rough he could be.

  “I’m not afraid.” Her voice shook with the fear she tried to contain.

  He wrapped his arms around her and moved her to the queen-size bed on the other end of the room. He tried to slow down his wolf, who just wanted to bite her now, but when a wolf found his mate, he could become more predator than man. The Trace Adkins song playing in the dance hall bled through the walls.

  He knelt between her legs, and she sat up slightly. With shaking hands, she pulled at the gold belt buckle. Her head shook a little, and the uncertainty he saw in her eyes pulled at his heart. “It’s okay, baby. Trust me.” Maybe it was cheating to add a bit of compulsion to his words, but it wasn’t to get her into bed. He already had her there. Her fears were from the men that had hurt her in the past and the people who judged her for just trying to find a bit of love. He’d soothe those fears so she could experience nothing but pleasure tonight.

  “I trust you. Don’t stop.” Her eyes were so expressive. He could see her confusion and lust burning in them. He caressed her hair as his mind touched hers. It confirmed what he saw shining in her face. She was deeply submissive, through and through, and she craved dominance. Society taught women not to submit though, and when she’d trusted her needs, she’d trusted the wrong men. Not anymore.

  “I won’t stop. Not ever again. You’re mine, Avery.”

  “Yes, I’m yours.” She held her arms out to him with need and lust shining in her eyes. She felt it just as strong as he did. She didn’t have to say the words for him to see the mating heat blooming across her cheeks and shining in her eyes.

  He stripped off his clothing as she tossed her skirt and blouse. When he came back down and shoved her legs apart with his own, his mouth circled her clit. He moaned at her sweet flavor. She tasted even better than he imagined she would. Her back arched and her hands dug into his hair. She writhed as his teeth scraped over her clit, and then he sucked her into his mouth.

  “Sam! Oh my god!” She screamed as her body thrashed on the bed.

  He held her hips firmly in his grasp as he pushed his tongue deep into her, fucking her pussy until her body shook, and then swirled it around that tight bundle of nerves. Now that he’d gotten a taste of her sweet cream, he was never letting her go, ever. He raised up to his knees and drove his finger deep into her while his thumb brushed over her clit. Once again, her body was ready to ignite, and she came. Her pussy clenched around his finger. “That’s it, my mate. This is just a taste of the pleasure I will give you.”

  * * * *

  Avery was going insane with pleasure. “Sam,” she whispered as her hands stroked his strong arms.

  She’d lost her mind from the stress. That was the only explanation for the feelings careening through her body. She wanted to bite him and taste his blood. She kept clamping her mouth shut so she wouldn’t. What the hell was wrong with her?

  She smiled at him, and then he drove a thick digit into her pussy and she could only grip the sheets as his finger made a come-hither gesture and stoked a fire that had lain hidden within her cunt. Her mouth opened, and her back arched as molten pleasure erupted from deep within her. Her hips bucked as she rode the wave of ecstasy.

  The heat of his body enveloped her, and he pushed the head of his cock to her pussy.

  “Look at me.”

  When she opened her eyes, his dark eyes filled her vision. “You’re mine. Now and forever.”

  “Yours,” she whispered.

  His cock thrust into her, and he claimed her mouth with his own at the same moment. She clenched her eyes closed at the glorious sensations coursing through her. The sting of stretching melded with the pleasure of her climax, and she dug her nails into his back.

  He lifted his head for a moment, and her own mouth opened in shock. Were his eyes glowing again? Surely not. Eyes didn’t glow. It was just the lighting in here. She didn’t get a chance to dwell on it after Sam pulled out and thrust back in. The head of his cock stroked the nerves deep within her sheath, and she cried out as she wrapped her legs around him.

>   He moved hard and fast in smooth, deep strokes, fucking her in a way that sent bolts of pleasure through her with every stroke. She matched his rhythm as her hands gripped his shoulders. She licked his neck as the first tendrils of an orgasm started. Bite him. Make him yours. Do it now.

  As if someone else had taken control of her body, Avery opened her mouth and bit into his arm. His muscles tensed, and he howled as if a wolf. Then she looked and saw fangs in his mouth.

  She bit harder instead of screaming, and a second later, he bit her shoulder. Pain flashed for a second, and then white-hot pleasure engulfed her. She bit harder, and his blood tasted far more like a sweet wine than blood.

  She tried to move, but he growled and his hips pinned her in place. A maelstrom of pleasure engulfed her in ways she’d never experienced before. Sam held her immobile on the bed with his teeth embedded in her flesh, and his hips moved in a way that stroked her clit and G-spot at the same time. A vortex of pleasure held her paralyzed. She released his arm and groaned as her pussy clenched around Sam’s cock.

  He moaned and thrust in harder. Her body coiled once again, ready to explode. The pleasure was so intense she tried to shove Sam off her.

  The bed dipped, and suddenly, Gage was there. “Shhhh. It’s okay. It’s just mating sex.”

  Fear had her panting, but Gage took his own arm. “Bite me, sugar. It will help.”

  Gage bit into his own arm and then placed the bleeding wound to Avery’s lips. “Take my blood. Come on.”

  Like a newborn baby finding their mother’s breast, Avery latched onto Gage’s arm. His blood filled her mouth, and she drank deeply. The fear subsided almost instantly, and then Sam released her.

  His hips moved again, and the all-consuming pleasure engulfed her once again.

  “Turn her over, brother.” Gage’s husky voice came through the fog of her intoxicated sex-induced high.

  She barely noticed Sam move, but suddenly, she was on top of him, straddling his hips. Gage’s hand stroked her back, and she lay over Sam’s chest as Gage applied cold lube against her back hole. “Ours,” Gage growled.

  She could only pant as black and gray swirls of bliss consumed her like a mist. Whenever she took a breath, the mist sank deeper into her pores, binding her to Sam and Gage.

  Gage’s cock pressed into her ass, stretching her with a pain she’d never experienced before. It hurt, but it also felt so good. She pressed her ass harder into his cock, forcing him to impale her. She moaned in both pain and delight as he added more lube to his cock and then thrust in more.

  Sam held her still as Gage forced his way into her tight hole. “That’s it, sugar. Take me. Take all of me.” Gage sounded part animal as his dick sank further into her ass.

  It hurt so well. So very good. She pushed into him as Sam shifted. She exploded in a crescendo of ecstasy as Gage sank balls-deep into her ass. She sank her teeth into Sam’s flesh, and the sweet taste of Sam’s blood filled her mouth. She drank him down now, craving the taste of his blood.

  Sam groaned as her pussy clenched his cock in a viselike grip as her orgasm detonated within her. Both Sam and Gage sank their teeth into her again, making her cry out. Both men fully possessed her, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. For long moments, they stayed still, glorying in the intensity of their union before Sam’s hips pulled out and slammed back into her soaked cunt as he drank down her blood.

  Gage pulled out and struck nerves she never knew existed. Her nails raked furrows in Sam’s flesh, but it only made him thrust harder as Gage picked up his rhythm. Her pussy gripped his cock hard as he pounded into her.

  Finally, he released her and lifted his head, and his cock pulsed as he came. Gage’s muscles tensed, and he moaned while running his hands over her body. They collapsed together in a heap on the large bed. Avery’s pussy still sent aftershocks of her multiple orgasms as they lay on the bed entangled in one another’s embrace.

  “Mine.” Sam stroked her arms. “I have to have a healer look at your blood, baby.”

  Laughing at the odd things he liked to say, she closed her eyes as exhaustion started to weigh her down the thought hit her. While you’re here, having the time of your life, your baby is home with a virtual stranger. Such a good mother you are. She closed her eyes to try and shut out her mama’s voice. Her mama was a bitter, lonely woman who took her misery out on everyone around her. The words failed to leave her alone though. She couldn’t help but worry about Rylee. She peeked up to see both men were lying next to her with their eyes closed. She would slip out, check on Rylee, and call them in the morning. Yes, that plan would work out just fine.

  Chapter Nine

  Avery managed to slip out of the bar around three in the morning when Gage went to break up a fight in the back parking lot, and Sam went to clean himself up. At least that was what she assumed when she heard water running.

  She met Brandy in the front and smiled. She wasn’t sure she could walk home again. “Could you please drive me home?”

  Brandy’s gaze moved over her shoulder. “Where’s Sam and Gage?”

  “What does that matter?” What was with her best friend? She would’ve said sure any other time.

  “Avery, you’re mated to my Alpha and his brother now. You should be with them.”

  “I need to check on Rylee. She had therapy today. What if she’s awake and needs me?”

  Brandy stared her down before letting out a breath. “I’m going to get into so much trouble for this. Get in before I change my mind.”

  “Thank you.”

  As Brandy drove, Avery thought she saw more motorcycles around than usual. “Is there some kind of party?”

  “No.” Brandy glanced in her rearview mirror. “Don’t wander around outside at all. This seems sketchy to me. I hope I don’t regret this.” She pulled up in front of Avery’s house, and Avery hopped out.

  “It’s fine. Sam is into bikes, remember.”

  “Yeah, but…” Brandy bit her lip. “Gods, Avery, be careful. There is a lot going on. Just stay in your house.”

  She waved and ran up the stairs as a motorcycle turned onto her street. A cold grip of fear circled her heart, and she couldn’t get up the stairs fast enough. Her senses screamed that the person on the bike was evil and to run. She closed the door and pressed her body against it. Her fingers softly ran over the places Sam and Gage had bit her. She expected to be full of wounds, but there was nothing but a slightly raised scar. She glanced in the mirror by the door, and it wasn’t even discolored.

  “God. What the hell is this?” She closed her eyes and wondered what would happen now. Tears filled her eyes as she thought about Brandy’s warning. Would they get sick of her always running and let her go? Her heart nearly stopped at the thought, and pain lanced through her chest. You’re running because you’re scared. Think about what you’re doing.

  “I am,” she whispered. Her chest ached as if she’d had a severe case of bronchitis as she forced her feet to move.

  She moved quietly through her house and found Evelyn asleep on the couch. She had some building show streaming off the Internet still going and a bag of chips and a can of cola next to her. Her heart melted when she spotted her baby girl, Rylee, cuddled up with her.

  Her dark brown hair covered her porcelain skin and almost gave her an otherworldly appearance. Even though she was four years old, she was small for her age. She fit perfectly next to Sam’s mother on the couch.

  This was going to be hard to explain to Rylee. She may be small, but she was intelligent. Before everything happened, her language skills were perfect. Now, she only spoke during her nightmares about Collin.

  A soft knock sounded at her door. She knew who it was without even looking through the window. No one else would come to her door at three in the morning. She’d really screwed up, again, but Rylee came first, always. She braced herself for the yelling and them telling her they were through with her.

  As expected, when she opened the door, Sam and Gage stood th
ere. “Why did you leave?” Sam demanded with an annoyed huff, while Gage had the nerve to stand there looking hurt.

  That pang that shot through her chest was not guilt. She did what was best for everyone. “It’s late. I needed to get home to Rylee.”

  “Without even telling us? You walked home at this time of night by yourself? After your tires were slashed?” The anger in his tone and eyes were clear.

  The pain and fear was evident in his gaze, and she started second-guessing her decision to leave. He wasn’t acting like any of her other boyfriends that would come at her in anger. “Sam.” She sighed, not wanting to get Brandy in trouble, as well. She wiped her hand over her face. Her lips still felt raw from their lovemaking. “It’s late.”

  His eyes opened wide, and shock had his mouth open slightly. “No, you are not going to shove us away because you’re scared.”

  “I’m not scared.”

  Gage gave her a look as if he could read her thoughts and could tell she was terrified. They could hurt her worse than Collin ever hurt her because she was head over heels in love with them.

  “Avery? Sam? What’s going on?”

  She turned to see Evelyn standing next to the couch. Rylee blinked and held her doll close to her with her eyes wide with fear.

  “I thought you three were going to be out all night?”

  “I’m afraid Avery is a little scared right now. We cemented our bond, and she’s a little overwhelmed.”

  Evelyn’s face softened as she smiled. “Rylee dear, would you like to come with me? We’ll have some hot cocoa and a late-night snack. It will be an adventure.”