Alpha Boxed Set

by Treva Harte

  “Now, Tala.” The steel underlying the order told her that more teasing play wasn’t in the cards tonight.

  She touched him, her hands sliding down from that perfect chest, down a stomach that quivered underneath her, down to a rock hard erection. She tightened her grip and he sighed.

  “That’s good. Perfect.”

  “Not quite. I want that monster inside me and then we can talk about good and perfect.” Tala bent, licked the tip of his cock and watched it jump in her hand.

  She could now taste as well as smell the lingering musk of sex and semen on his skin. It made her wet with wanting. It made her growl with possessiveness.

  She managed to say more. “I just want you to know that I know you played me tonight. And I forgive you as long as you fuck me mindless.”

  “You’ll forgive me a couple of times tonight, then.”

  “Mmmm. Mine now.” She murmured the words against his cock and it jumped again at the vibrations from her lips.

  “Oh, no. Mine. Right now.” Hunt covered her pussy with his hand. “Game over.”

  Then he flipped her onto the desk and stared down. He growled.

  Ah. There he was, looking down at her. The real Hunt. No soft words, no tenderness in his eyes. Sex. He was as boiling ready for sex as she was. Her first time would be…should she be afraid?

  Hunt gave one crooked grin and she was swamped with happiness, not fear.

  Thank God. Here was the right male to take her.

  There was only one thing to do.

  Tala opened her legs. For one terrifying moment she thought she couldn’t continue. Then, with one swipe of his hand, her thong was gone. He slid two fingers inside this time and stretched her opening. Pain and then pleasure slammed into her. Oh yes. She definitely was going to continue.

  “So very pretty,” he whispered, his voice husky. “Should we start off human and gentle? You look…delicate.”

  His cock followed where his fingers had been. She allowed herself one gasp before she gripped his forearms with sharp nails. “Not gentle.”

  It was uncomfortable for a moment, but the need she had was even worse.

  “More!” she barked at him.

  He paused when he got in, but she didn’t want slow or tender. She was burning, the prickling through her body something she’d never experienced before, but she knew what it had to be. The Change. She twisted underneath him, noiselessly demanded to turn over, moving until they both had her with her knees and head on the floor, presenting herself rear up to him until his cock was fully lodged inside, doggy-style. Wolf style.

  She needed more animal. She needed more possession.

  Tala began to pant as she could feel her body shift, twisted her neck to she could watch the transformation in Hunt as he crouched over her.

  He began to move, hard and deep, stoking her own excitement.

  The sound that tore through her throat as she went under, down to some dark, wonderful place without air or light or anything but need, was a wolf’s howl.

  His cock changed inside her; the hard knot that bound them kept them locked together. He snarled in her ear and she sank further yet into sensation.

  Heat. Dark. Pain, too, just enough to tinge the pleasure with something exciting.

  Then there were no words, no clear thought, just a weight above her and motion, the scent of an aroused male and, then finally, finally, release.

  She whimpered, half-fearful, half-joyous at the first hot liquid filling her.

  Hunt had caught his prey.

  * * * *

  He heard the footsteps but they weren’t the ones he had thought would follow him. These were heavy, masculine. He didn’t even look up to check who it might be. It wouldn’t be fucking Hunt. Not if Tala was staying.

  At least he didn’t ask why Arlin was sitting on a bench near the edge of the casino playing floor, far away from the office where Hunt and Tala were right now. Instead Dunne sat on the bench next to him. Neither of them said anything.

  Then Dunne lifted a finger and someone on the floor walked over to them. “Sweetie, get the man and me some espresso.”

  The woman didn’t bother to say she wasn’t a waitress. Arlin already knew Dunne was a big man in this world. He got some idea of how big when she just nodded and headed toward the restaurant as fast as she could.

  “I don’t know if I need anything with caffeine tonight.” Arlin could feel the adrenaline jumping through his veins now.

  “Well, I don’t drink anything hard while I’m on duty and espresso seemed like the next best thing.”

  “I suppose you could say you’re on duty.” Arlin shoved his hands in his pockets. Pulled them out again. Stared at his fingers and shoved his hands back into his pockets.

  “Yeah.”

  They sat there some more.

  “I’m not going in there now. I think I’d kill someone.” Arlin realized his voice was too desperate. He ducked his head down to keep avoiding Dunne’s stare. “You have to go, but not me.”

  “Understood. Of course if you killed anyone, I’d have to track you down. Unless it was me you offed.”

  Arlin heard the rough note even though the ka-ching of the slots and the noise of the crowds. “You sound like you wouldn’t mind it being you.”

  Dunne signaled the woman who had reappeared, carrying small cups of something steaming. She sped up a little and as soon as she got near, Dunne grabbed his cup. She quickly turned when he waved her away immediately.

  Before she had time to completely disappear into the crowd, Dunne had gulped down half the contents, his eyes shutting as the taste hit his tongue.

  “You don’t need to be here,” Dunne agreed, as if they hadn’t spoken about it before. “She’ll be fine. Hunt has been waiting for her for years.”

  “For Tala? Or for a were female?” Arlin said it low, glancing around. “He doesn’t know what a prize he has. When she gets some of the green gone, she’ll be unstoppable. She’s smart and tough and loyal. I know. I grew up with her.”

  “He knows too. He knows everything she is.”

  How? Arlin didn’t voice his skepticism. Instead he drank some of the strong brew.

  “Don’t let it get to you, kid. This is how it’s supposed to work.”

  “Is it?”

  “That’s what I tell myself. Every day.”

  “And you believe it?”

  The older man shrugged. “He’s charming her. When Hunt wants to, he can make you do anything.”

  “I didn’t see the charm.”

  Dunne snorted. “He doesn’t waste it. It’s just as well. It tends to stick with you—make you do things you never intended and like it. Anyhow, she sees it. That’s what matters.”

  Arlin could feel the confusion and misery in the air. It felt a lot like his own. But this time it came from a brown-haired were beside him.

  “You care about him then.” Arlin touched the man’s shoulder, lightly, without thinking and without permission. A spark of something—understanding? Something else?—shot between them. Arlin pulled away, fast. A strange were could get a hand bitten off for less.

  The connection lingered without the touch because Dunne looked his way, expressionless at first, and then half-smiled. His face softened with the smile, turned almost sweet.

  “Sometimes I care.”

  Arlin smiled back. Stopped. “She was afraid…before. I need to know if she’s all right. Will you tell me? Afterward?”

  “You’re younger than I thought.”

  He wasn’t sure what Dunne meant by that, but Arlin bristled anyhow. “I’m old enough to know that this isn’t my show. It’s Tala’s. Tala’s and his. But I’m old enough to make it mine if I need to.”

  Dunne opened his mouth but almost on cue, the pager on Dunne’s belt squealed. He stood up, rolled his neck to loosen the muscles and walked away without a word.

  Arlin stared down at the espresso and waited, tuning out the noise and the worry that kept tightening down his spine. He
ignored the cell phone’s buzz. That would be someone in his pack, wondering what the hell he was doing. He’d have to respond to the calls soon or they’d come looking for themselves. But he wasn’t going to say anything until he knew the answer himself.

  Never again. He was never going to sit and stare at his dick, doing nothing. Dunne was fucking right. He had been young. Young and stupid. Next time he’d have more of a plan than just a blind instinct that made him rush to protect without any right to do it.

  He’d have to put up with it for now. Next time others could wait and wonder while he acted.

  * * * *

  She smelled man. New man.

  Not her man.

  Her muscles hurt. Not just the obvious ones, but everything. But even though he had moved to face away from her, they stayed tightly together, his cock firmly locked into her. He’d come…she didn’t know how many times he’d come. And he was still filling her.

  The other male whined. The second were—Dunne—didn’t seem concerned about her aches. He wasn’t focused on her at all. He stood in front of her Alpha mate and tilted his head to the side.

  Hunt snapped at him.

  Dunne’s whine made her echo the sound. The pain-pleasure increased as she heard the rasp of his tongue along Hunt’s fur.

  Sex. She smelled the start of more sex. She twisted her neck to see it as well.

  Her own senses were still jangling and hyperaware—wolf aware—as she sensed the tension build. Dunne was bathing Hunt with his tongue—not just what he could reach of the base of Hunt’s cock, but his legs and chest and paws.

  Lust and caring, anger and passion, tenderness and sadness… they were all in front of her, rising, almost visible, as Dunne crouched in front of his master and then took Hunt’s balls into his mouth. Dunne’s head turned and next came the slide of something wet and rasping against her, where she was locked into place by Hunt’s cock.

  She howled. It was good. The heat of a warm, eager mouth on a body that was already quivering from the last intense sexual release. Too good.

  Hunt jerked inside her as Dunne continued to lap at them both. Hunt thrust blindly, deeply, and she backed up closer.

  She wanted. Still wanted, after everything. She wanted more. She wanted them.

  Dunne’s jaw worked as he swallowed. Hunt’s back and legs bunched and relaxed with each movement, his hips rising and falling with the practiced ease of someone who had done this often. As he moved, his cock rippled inside her. More semen spilled, lubricating her.

  And then, suddenly, the vise grip on her loosened. She almost fell forward. She lay on the floor for a moment, realizing she—the old she—was returning. Tala shook her head as her thinking process gradually changed from sight and smell and scent back to something less were.

  “Stop.”

  Still readjusting to her old body after the Change, Dunne’s almost-animal whine at Hunt’s order nearly hurtled her back to were form.

  Hunt sounded like he forced the next words out through gritted teeth. “Now with Tala.”

  Oh God. Her. Just her. Finally.

  Tala tried to stand on shaky legs and then sank back on the desk as Dunne turned toward her. He padded forward, on his hands and knees, obviously also gradually adjusting to being non-were again.

  He moved close. Very close.

  One large hand leaned on each of her thighs as he looked down at her. They panted, the gasps sounding like they were running. Gradually she absorbed the feel of callused fingertips slipping against her sensitive flesh, dared to stare down at the contrast between him and her. Strong and delicate. Rough and smooth.

  When she looked up, Dunne’s expression was painful to see. His face was strained with lust and unhappiness. Her throat tightened as she blinked away tears she didn’t want to shed. All that tangled emotion was hers now, all the twists she’d sensed between Dunne and Hunt.

  But, whatever his own desires, he obediently bent down to taste her as well. He could lick up the scent and feel of her and Hunt together. Soon she’d be his as well as Hunt’s, and he’d be hers. All three of them entwined.

  He was so gentle. Impossibly gentle for such a tough man. He was aroused. Painfully aroused.

  He paused.

  “Damn it.” Dunne shut his eyes and shook. “No.”

  “Come, Dunne.” Hunt growled the words.

  Dunne’s face was tight, agonized, and he rocked back as he shot, as if he’d been pulled back with a leash. He climaxed in a sudden, helpless outpouring of semen, all over her.

  He fell to his knees again and leaned his head forward, his breath still coming out as harshly as a sob. She touched the hair of his head, petting him, soothing the only way he would allow her. As he licked her, slowly and thoroughly, dissolving the traces of all three of them from her belly and thighs and then her fingers, Tala looked over and saw Hunt.

  He was hard again, stroking his erection as he watched them both, and she bit her lips as one thumb rubbed the thick head of that reddening cock, making it spill a few drops of cum. Tasty. She knew that cock and what it could do.

  Oh my. He definitely liked watching. Almost as much as she liked watching him look.

  “Please?” She whispered the one word. In her head she added: “I want you too.”

  “I know. And I want—but I don’t want to want.”

  She knew those thoughts were someone else’s—but which one of them? God. She was starting to hear someone’s thoughts but she wasn’t sure it was Hunt. All three of her parents could link but that was the only trio she’d ever heard of. Weres could only hear the thoughts of their bonded mates.

  Hunt began to rub his cock harder, faster, and she forgot what she was thinking. Instead her own breath grew hard and fast as she watched him.

  His cock jumped against his hand. Her thighs tensed under Dunne’s tongue.

  Her thoughts completely scattered as, once again, she saw a man strain, helpless, right before he came over her. Hunt’s face was tense, showing almost as much agony as Dunne’s did when their Beta had fought his climax.

  Not yet.

  Hunt bared his teeth. She gasped and rocked hard against Dunne’s mouth, grinding her pussy against his lips. She gripped Dunne’s shoulders with her hands and legs both, staring at Hunt as he emptied himself with final, shuddering spurts that dripped against her skin and Dunne’s.

  Dunne moaned against her clit.

  Too much. This time she shut her eyes and came as well, feeling as if her body was being ripped apart…and put back together in some new, exciting, not quite understood way.

  * * * *

  “Dunne?”

  Was Hunt saying done or Dunne? She felt pretty finished between the two of them. Tala wiped the sweat from her eyes and left the rest of what they’d done on her thighs and stomach and other places. She smiled lazily at her mate and his eyes gleamed back at her.

  She was bonded with them both. Officially part of the pack.

  Hunt’s mate. Dunne’s Alpha.

  “Dunne!” Hunt snapped out this time.

  She focused on their other partner, suddenly realizing he was gathering his clothes up, hands shaking.

  “I can’t—” Dunne gestured, wordless. He took a breath and said, “I’m sorry. I’m leaving.”

  Hunt didn’t say anything. Why wouldn’t he say anything?

  “But you will be back?” Tala asked.

  “We’re bonded, right? We’re a pack,” Dunne responded. “Doesn’t that mean I have to come back?”

  “Yes.” Tala looked at him, wishing Hunt would speak. Dunne did what Hunt wanted. Why was she the one in charge right now? “That’s exactly what it means. Safe and sound, while you’re at it.”

  “Don’t worry. I always do what I have to.” Dunne’s smile hurt to look at. “Eventually.”

  “Be careful, Dunne.” She wanted to say more but didn’t know what would help. “Please.”

  Chapter Four

  “Hello.”

  Arlin looked up. Hi
s body quivered as he took in the scent and sound of the man in front of him.

  “So. It’s final then.” Arlin stood up.

  “Yeah. Tala is our pack’s now.” Arlin could tell that without Dunne saying it. The scent of the three of them was all over Dunne. It made Arlin edgy. He didn’t want to think about it or he’d have to combat the graphic images in his head that made him want to kill…or join in. “Nice for you. But you look like hell.”

  “So? She’s fine. It’s dealt with. You can go back to your family.” Dunne didn’t move.

  Arlin touched the solid shoulder, this time for longer than he’d dared the last time. It was like touching a wall. The man was all muscle.

  Muscle and hurt.

  “Come on. Let’s get out of here.” Arlin began to walk.

  Almost as if he didn’t know what else to do, Dunne followed at his heels. He didn’t ask where. That was good, because Arlin didn’t know until they hit the still hot desert air outside.

  “What?”

  “Come on.” Arlin pulled at his elbow. “We’re not staying there. Not this morning.”

  Dunne almost gave a smile again. “Next resort over then. It’s not bad.”

  Arlin paid for the room. His father wouldn’t be thrilled with him using the credit card but Dunne didn’t have to know he didn’t have one of his own. He didn’t need Dunne to have another reason to call him kid. He didn’t feel like a kid just because he had no credit rating.

  Besides, it looked like Dunne really wanted someone to be in charge and that tickled something powerful inside Arlin. He could figure out what later. Right now he needed to act.

  Dunne just waited while Arlin took care of things. Arlin knew, deep down, that wasn’t Dunne’s usual method. What the hell had happened to him?

  No. He knew what had happened but he wasn’t going to think about it. Tala was fine. They’d been close for long enough that he’d have known if she was hurt. And Dunne wouldn’t lie to him.

  But Dunne? He wasn’t so fine. This was the one who needed someone for the aftermath.

  It should be weird to become an older man’s savior for the evening. But it seemed right. After a long evening where nothing had been the way it should, Arlin needed to have the chance to protect. To help.