“We should have been made aware of the situation months ago.” Luther began to speak, but Charity couldn’t quite focus on his words. Her eyes locked on to those incredible lips of his and the way they felt pressed against her neck.
Maximus released a sigh, crossing his muscular arms in front of his chest, and Charity’s gaze fixed on his mouth. She couldn’t help but desire those lips against her own again. She practically felt the tickling sensation of that small patch of perfectly trimmed hair with the gold hoops disappearing under his lower lip. How amazing would that feel brushing against her neck, her breasts, or between her thighs?
A gush of cream pooled between her legs, and Charity squeezed them tightly together.
All three brothers looked at her with half-smirking and half-reprimanding expressions.
Here she was, fantasizing about them in her own mind, and they could smell her arousal, feel her desire for them.
I have to get out of this room!
“What is going on here? Is the beauty of this woman and her instant attraction to you blocking your good judgment? How do we know she is not some sort of trap to lure you or attack you? I can smell her scent!” Ferlow yelled, and Maximus appeared angry however held his temper in place.
“Do remember who you are speaking to, Ferlow?”
Maximus was staring angrily at Ferlow and then back at Charity as if she were at fault.
“Don’t try to blame me for your poor business skills, Ferlow. Lord Venificus, why weren’t you aware of the decrease in business and the lessening of your clientele list until recently, when many clients have not been with Selcon for nearly a year? And what, Lord Venificus, I find quite worrisome is why haven’t you kept better track of the sub companies of V-Con? Under Caliber watch there have been no successful attacks. The same cannot be said for V-Con.”
“Wait one second there! Who are you to come in here and question our performance?” Ferlow scolded angrily.
“Lord Venificus, someone has not been doing their job.”
Charity looked toward Ferlow then back at Maximus.
“We don’t take kindly to insults against our family members,” Dante stated, agitated.
Charity sighed. She needed to get out of this room and not have to answer questions that could reveal the true purpose of Caliber. If the brothers were told that she was protecting them, they would surely flip out. Dominating Alphas would never allow protection for themselves. She struggled with wanting to tell them who she was, but the Fates forbid her.
“I do believe that your problem lies within house. These two individuals are the ones you should be annoyed at and questioning. You are trying to use Caliber’s expansion of business as a scapegoat for the true problem. For if it wasn’t for their poor business skills, lack of good record-keeping, and if they simply did the job their Alpha appointed them to do, then you would still have control over Selcon. But you don’t. Caliber could have taken over Selcon months ago, but out of respect for the Venificus family, we have not. I gather that once Val arises from his current state, you can kiss Selcon good-bye completely!”
Charity stood from her seat. Maximus rose along with his brothers.
“How dare you stand before being dismissed!” Ferlow yelled. Charity had had just about enough of him and his attitude. The fact that he winked at her every opportunity he got was disrespectful and made her feel uneasy. She needed to appear more superior. She still had not revealed her ranking among the were packs.
Playing submissive to a bunch of overzealous, macho werewolves was exhausting and annoying. She clenched her fists in anger.
That Ferlow were gave her the creeps. Especially the way he kept trying to manipulate her activities since she arrived here.
Then Ferlow had tried to corner her alone early this morning but was unsuccessful because Val appeared. He was up to something. All her senses warned her to not be caught alone by him.
“This meeting is not over,” Luther exclaimed, interrupting Charity’s thoughts.
“I mean no disrespect, Lord Venificus. I am simply stating the truth. You owe my boss an apology, and be ready to lose Selcon to a better company. The owner of Caliber is not trying to destroy V-Con or the Venificus name. We are trying to protect you.”
“Protect us! This woman is insane,” Ferlow yelled, and Maximus raised his hand for him to stop.
Maximus stared at Charity. It was an intense gaze, and she held his, completely forgetting about his hypnotizing skills. She focused on his emotions and knew he was torn between wanting the respect he deserved as Alpha and his attraction to her. He wanted to make an example of her but couldn’t find it in him to cause her hurt or embarrassment. She easily felt his power and momentarily absorbed it in fascination. He was talented and strong in mind, but that power was nothing compared to hers.
Charity didn’t want to insult or hurt him. And there was this aroma in the room coming from all three brothers that felt as if it sought her out.
Confused by its power, she focused on escaping the room and getting away from them. Being diplomatic and obedient came difficultly for her.
Charity bowed her head and walked closer to Maximus.
She took his hand, momentarily shocked by the connection she felt. It appeared that Maximus felt it, too, but regained his authoritative expression before he warmed to her touch. Slowly she kissed the top of his hand before bowing away.
Raising her eyes to meet his, she was surprised at what greeted her.
The twinkling emeralds were powerful indeed. She was probably one of the few people, if not the only person, capable of not being paralyzed by such a gift as his. The vibrations that traveled through her hand, her arm, and into the core of her body from his simple touch had her wanting to embrace him and love him.
Love him? The emotion tore at her soul. What did she know about love? About men? About wolves?
The intense feeling in the room did not go unnoticed. She needed to gather her strength and resolve the tension. She didn’t like when Maximus was angry. It made her feel off-kilter.
She pretended to be somewhat affected by his power as she held on to the corner of the table while Maximus held her other hand.
“Lord Venificus, I must apologize for my outburst. I do not mean to cause conflict among your pack. In fact we are working toward the same goal, and that is to keep the Venificus as royalty and as the lead pack. Our goal, like yours, is to provide safety to this realm and other realms that may be threatened by evil. Please accept my apology.”
Maximus squeezed her hand.
What felt more like minutes than seconds to Charity had passed. The silence in the room was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Charity looked to see who it was. Ferlow held her gaze a moment, and she looked back at Maximus.
“I think perhaps we need a break before continuing. We have been at it for quite some time.” Maximus smiled at her, but when she attempted to move her hand, he held it firmly.
Charity whispered a nearly silent gasp of surprise at the pressure of his restraint.
“Ferlow, Delta, you may leave. I will let you know when the meeting will begin again.”
Ferlow and Delta bowed their heads at their Alpha and left the room. The door closed behind them, and Dante swiftly checked the knob. She heard the turning of the lock.
* * * *
“What are you going to do, Maximus?” Luther asked silently.
“She is up to something, and I want to know what,” he replied.
“Do you think she is an enemy? Do you believe that Ferlow is correct, and she is setting a trap for you…for us?” Dante asked, sounding distraught at the possibility. He already had strong feelings for Charity, and Maximus sensed them. If he were at all honest with himself, then he would admit to having the same feelings as his brothers.
“I am not certain. But I do know that she desires us as well. I can smell her arousal, her need for us. The bond is beginning, yet we haven’t marked her as our own. It is quite interesting,
don’t you think?” Maximus held Charity’s gaze. She appeared mesmerized by his silence instead of concerned.
Interesting.
“What do you plan on doing?” Dante asked this time.
* * * *
“I heard that wolves can speak to one another through their minds, if there is a deep connection like mates or twins.” Charity spoke, breaking the conversation between the triplets.
Maximus crinkled his eyebrow at her as if he was suspicious about her observation.
“Is that what you think we are doing?” Maximus asked her.
He looked her over as if she was his next meal. Her insides stirred with desire. She was no one’s prey. If anything, she was the hunter. She had to remain strong.
“It would be my guess, considering the silence of all three of you. Alone, each of you is never at a loss for words.”
Maximus let his other hand glide up Charity’s arm then back down again.
Her breath caught in her throat at the intense attraction between them. The look into his green eyes and the way his goatee appeared rough and masculine caused her mind to erupt into one erotic fantasy after another. Chin to chest, she tried to regain her composure.
“Do you really want to know what my brothers and I are thinking?”
Before Charity could respond, Maximus lifted her onto the table, her rear hitting the hard wood as his muscular hips separated her thighs.
She gasped.
The palms of her hands reached back to brace herself from falling as her stockings caused her legs to slip further apart. In this position, her scent rose up and attacked the air. Three separate and unique growls rumbled through the room. Charity remained still and motionless.
Strong, solid hands caressed Charity’s legs. The thin layer of mist-colored stockings added to the intensity of the sensations. Her mound throbbed in anticipation and want.
When she looked into Maximus’s eyes, they were glowing yellow.
“You have a bit of a temper on you, Charity. You speak your mind and worry about the consequences later,” Maximus whispered to her as his hands glided between her legs and she attempted unsuccessfully to close her thighs to his invasion.
“Do I look worried,” she replied, compelled to challenge her Alpha. Her Alpha, when did she decide to allow him to be her Alpha? Just one look into those green eyes, and with each inhalation of rapid breath, she anticipated his touch. She desired the feel of his hands on every inch of her body. She felt the need to touch him, to be part of him, and for him to claim her as his mate. He was sexy and intimidating, and her need to have him all over her was all that mattered. It was obscene, the way she craved and desired the three of them. Her pussy lips throbbed with need. A deep inner itch swelled from within her. She didn’t know them, but it seemed her body did, for every caress of skin or breath alone sent her into flames. Unconsciously she rocked her hips against the table in attempt to lessen the need.
Upon the completion of her words and thoughts, Dante and Luther appeared on either side of Maximus. Her breathing grew rapid as she caught each of their gazes.
Her heart hammered in her chest. They were a lethal combination. Her body and mind struggled for control to resist the temptation. They were just so darn sexy and all Alpha male. Their low, feral growls did something to her insides. Her panties were soaked, and her breasts burned to be touched by one of them or each of them. Separately or together, she didn’t care. She just needed.
She closed her eyes as something filtered through her nostrils and into her pores.
Oh Goddess, I can’t take it.
“You feel it, don’t you?” Dante whispered, placing his hand over hers and caressing over her wrist, up her forearm, before skimming over her breast. “Oh,” she whispered.
She shook her head, denying his words, denying her own body’s reaction to their close proximity. This couldn’t be happening. Why now? Why when the world was about ready to fight its greatest battle?
She momentarily caught each of their gazes until Maximus leaned forward.
“Do you know what we do to subordinates?” he whispered.
Never one to give in, she challenged his words without a second thought.
“I am not a subordinate. I don’t work for you or your brothers,” she told him.
Luther chuckled, and Charity looked toward him.
His eyes were dark and mysterious. He had a feral look that she imagined would be on a beast playing with its prey.
She leaned back and tried unsuccessfully to close her legs. Her thighs shook with need.
Maximus grabbed her thighs and pulled her forward until the V between her legs collided with his thighs. Her eyes were almost level with the large bulge pulsating against his dress pants. She swallowed hard, felt the dryness in her throat before she licked her lips providing moisture to them.
The brothers growled.
Maximus practically attacked her mouth with his. His kiss was hard and hot. She couldn’t catch her breath and felt herself slipping into his control.
A roll of his tongue, the sensation of cool metal and trimmed hair tickled her chin and cheek as he devoured her mouth. Their tongues battled for control. Her body quivered and inched closer to the edge of the table, and her skirt lifted higher.
She simultaneously felt Luther caressing her left thigh while Dante caressed the right one.
Their strong fingers brushed over the sheer stockings against her skin, but it was no barrier against them. She loved the way they touched her, and with each caress, the tingling, burning sensation built up inside her vaginal walls. Her labia throbbed.
Her breathing grew rapid at the thought of all three Alphas touching her at once.
She felt the small tingling sensation then release from her mound as Maximus growled against her mouth.
She was embarrassed by her body’s response to them and the obvious show of it.
The sound and sensation of her stockings ripping against the point of the V between her legs simultaneous with Maximus pulling her forward caused her to lose her balance and fall flat on her back.
Dante had caught her head before it hit the table, bracing her from the fall. Her squeal was muffled by Maximus’s mouth as he caged her body with his own.
She couldn’t help but wonder if the triplets were talking though this erotic assault step by step as each of them strategically assaulted her body in ways that were foreign to her.
Twenty-two years of being on her own, never allowing anyone to get close to her, and here she was exploring intimately with three strangers. Werewolves no less?
The little black thong she wore was easily shifted to the right and replaced by a large hand and protruding thumb that caressed her outer lips.
Charity closed her eyes and moaned at the pleasure.
“You are gorgeous,” Maximus whispered. His warm breath felt as good as a caress. She closed her eyes and attempted to gain control of these out-of-control feelings.
She felt his fingers part her wet folds. She saw the controlled and determined expression on his face. Then she felt his finger press between her folds and slowly push inside of her. Her legs separated farther, and her breasts tightened and pleaded to be touched. Her whole body wanted to be touched. As if sensing her need, both Dante and Luther slowly pushed her sweater up, revealing her pierced belly button and then her large, black-lace-covered breasts.
They each inhaled deeply and reached for the piercing.
Laughing at one another and their simultaneous attraction, their hands traveled over her ribs to her breasts.
“Please,” she panted for their touch. Their stare made her nipples harden to a point of near agony. Touch me please, she begged in her mind but refused to give in verbally to them.
“You are breathtaking, Charity,” Dante whispered, not bothering to unclip the front clasp but instead pushed the lace back and released her left breast from confinement. “Look at how pretty her breasts are and how soft they feel.”
“She’s a go
ddess brother, a goddess,” Luther added, and Charity moaned as Maximus increased the speed of his in-and-out motion with his finger. Maximus added a second digit as Charity scooted her hips closer toward his hand, her hips joining the rhythm his fingers set. She was on fire with need as the itch grew stronger with every stroke.
He pulled her ass cheeks over the edge of the table and leaned his face down between her legs, inhaling deeply.
His growl was low and feral. Hot breath on top of her most intimate part? Was this a good thing?
The sensations she felt gave her the answer, and that intoxicating aroma was incredible.
These wolves could do as they please as long as they keep touching me.
She should be embarrassed or afraid, but some inner desire knew this was right, that they were a part of her.
Her breasts pulsated as Luther pulled her other breast from confinement revealing her heart-shaped tattoo.
She panicked a moment, hoping that they would think it was just a tattoo. She prayed to the Goddess that the heart didn’t glow. “Piercing, tattoos, and a responsiveness to our touch we have only dreamt about.”
“You are a goddess,” Dante stated as Maximus pulled his fingers from her channel. Charity nearly demanded his fingers return to their rightful place and thought about grabbing his head and holding it there but stopped herself as his mouth and tongue took their place.
He nibbled a little harder than she expected causing her to release a gasp. But then his tongue rolled between each fold before plunging into her for another taste. It was too much to handle.
Luther and Dante pressed their mouths against the nipples of her breasts, sucking and nibbling softly then harder. It was slightly painful yet addicting as they licked, sucked then nibbled on each breast. They pulled her nipples between their teeth casing a slight pinch before they licked away the sting. She moaned in response as she reached up and placed a palm on each of their heads, guiding them to continue. She heard their mumbled chuckles and smiled. The triplets were taking her body to levels she had never imagined possible.
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