Blayne Edwards

by Caine

  Once again, they both wanted to fuck the same bitch.

  It was happening all over again. And Caine couldn’t seem to make himself go back to the way he used to feel about mating. Even with his need and his instincts and his responsibility to the pack pounding out their demands in his body. And even though, as the alpha, Caine was capable of being even more brutal and unfeeling a beast than his brother was when he found a bitch he wanted.

  “You need this as much as I do,” Luke growled and absently rubbed at his crotch. “She didn’t satisfy you the first time you fucked her.” Caine watched Luke glance down at his swelling cock. “And besides, you have more of a responsibility to breed than I do, Caine.”

  “I know what my responsibilities are,” Caine nodded with a growl that was calmer than his brother’s, but no less threatening. “And it’s not your place to remind me of that.”

  His brother’s eyes glared at him. “Alpha is not an indefinite position,” he threatened. “If you’re not willing to live up to your responsibilities, it can be taken from you.”

  Caine watched something brew in his brother’s face. Something old. And long buried. But no less powerful. “Sometimes a man has to do what is right for his pack, Caine. Even if it hurts the ones he loves.”

  The back of Luke’s head hit the wall behind him as Caine’s hand gripped his throat. He could smell his brother’s anger. He could smell his brother’s frustration and his arousal. But most of all, Caine could smell his brother’s hatred.

  Of what they were. Of himself. And of the fact that even he had failed to create a life with Meagan.

  “I am the alpha of this family,” Caine nodded, cringing inside that he had to display this side of himself to his twin once again. “And you will mount the bitch when and if I say you will.” He tightened his grip on Luke’s throat until the man looked down in a show of his very reluctant submission. “The alpha breeds first. And the alpha has to give the beta permission to mount a bitch. You should know that after fucking my wife, shouldn’t you?” He waited until Luke lowered his eyes as his answer. “I didn’t give you permission to fuck Meagan and I haven’t given you permission to fuck Chloe yet.” Caine let his words sink in and his human anger subside before he spoke again.

  “Do you understand me?”

  Luke nodded. Sharply. And Caine felt the air grow more pungent with the hatred that now surrounded them both.

  Chapter Ten

  Chloe was trying very hard to keep an unconcerned appearance. Unfortunately, the combination of her emotional frustration over Luke Caine and an equally strong yet confusing and dangerous sexual attraction for his twin and even the slow, rhythmic need that had been pulsing low in her belly since Caine had kissed her, paled in comparison to the real worry on Chloe’s mind.

  Barklee seemed to be one sick little wolf.

  Chloe had no idea of what the dog had gotten into, but his temperature had hit one hundred and six. She suspected that it wasn’t illness as the animal had been fine when he’d been at her house. A drug interaction had been another possibility but as the only thing that he had been given was aspirin, that made no sense either.

  Poison was a possibility that Chloe didn’t want to consider, but had to.

  He hadn’t gotten into anything at her cabin, as the pup had stayed right by her side the entire time he wasn’t knocked out. By her side or on top of her or with his nose trying to bury itself between her legs like the alpha of his pack had.

  Chloe smiled down at the animal as she tried to force the memory of what the alpha had done to her out of her mind. She had no more luck at not remembering the event as she did at not noticing the sexual tension that seemed all around her in this house.

  The men she had somehow become entangled with were virile and seductive, seemingly without even trying to be. There was an air around them. An odor of masculinity. And Chloe was finding it hard to ignore that air with her body reacting to it as it was.

  But Chloe knew that she needed to turn her attention to the animal she was caring for. Barklee’s eyes were glassy and his body seemed almost limp in her arms as she held his head above the cold water in the tub. As she waited for Caine and Luke to return with the ice, she fretted over Barklee while she stroked his muzzle and even leaned down and gave him a kiss on his nose.

  The worst part of her job was getting attached to the animals and then having to let them go back into the wild or else losing them because of their shorter life spans. The little wolf in Chloe’s arms hadn’t even had a chance to grow up completely. He had reached sexual maturity but Chloe doubted that he had mated yet. A fact that she had been grateful for when she’d seen his deformity, but that now made her a little sad.

  Even with all of the brutality of the wild, Chloe’s studies had shown wolves could also be very passionate and affectionate animals when they mated and Chloe wasn’t alone in her beliefs that the animals at times appeared to make love rather than simply mate. Chloe had seen mating pairs stay with one another for the remainder of the year, long after the possibility of conception was gone, and this too had only helped solidify her suspicions about the animals being much more feeling than one would think.

  “This is all we have,” Caine stated as he leaned over the tub next to Chloe. “I can go get more, but it will take at least…” Her shaking her head stopped his words. The splash of ice into the water wasn’t that shocking but she had jumped because of the heat and jolt of his being pressed against her and the timing had been a perfect cover.

  “Sorry,” Caine said quietly as he arranged the ice around Barklee’s body. Chloe could still feel the heat coming from the wolf’s feverish body and now from the man beside her as well. At first, with the wolf cub being so hot, it didn’t register to Chloe that Caine’s own temperature was so high, but when it did, she was startled by it. She suspected the near hypnotic state the man had put her into with his words was the reason why she hadn’t noticed it when he’d kissed her.

  “Caine, you’re warm, too.” Without asking, Chloe raised her palm to his forehead and pressed it there. She watched Caine’s eyes shift and his pupils reflex wider at the cold shock of her touch. And because he was so aroused by her touch and closeness.

  His arousal was obvious. It was visually obvious. And it would have been obscene had Chloe been in any position to scold someone for being aroused. Unfortunately, the water he’d splashed hadn’t done a thing to help hide her nipples or her own aroused state.

  The wolf whined and she glanced down at him, never taking her other hand off of Caine’s face. “Surely you both don’t have something…”

  Chloe looked from one male to the other. It wasn’t completely unheard of for different species to catch things from one another, but it was rare. The wolf whined even louder and Chloe reached back for him.

  “I think he’s coming to,” she smiled and ran her hand down the wolf’s back. “The fever was keeping him from responding to you,” she added. She looked back at Caine. “But as for what you have…” Chloe shook her head.

  “I’m always a bit warm,” Caine offered. Chloe watched his blue eyes go from her to the wolf and then back to her again.

  Her mouth watered. And her face flushed under his look.

  “Is he going to be all right?”

  Chloe nodded and leaned down to take Barklee’s face in her hands. She took the moment to try to get her body under control again. “I think so,” she nodded again, but with much less enthusiasm. “But I took a couple of blood samples to make sure we don’t have some contagion on our hands.”

  “Contagion?”

  She reached for a towel as the wolf tried to stand in the tub. She quickly found her own legs equally weak and unsteady. Chloe felt Caine’s hand on her hip as she regained her balance. Even his fingers were hot. She could just imagine them scorching her from the inside.

  “Barklee could wipe out the entire wolf population in the mountains if he’s carrying something,” she managed.

  “But he’s a
ll right for now, right?”

  Chloe couldn’t understand the tone in Caine’s voice. It was worry, but even greater worry than he’d expressed before. “I think he’s going to be fine…” She was interrupted by the wolf thrashing about in the tub. “In fact, I think he’s fine now,” she smiled and let out a breath.

  Caine quickly came up off of the floor. Chloe felt her body being shuffled out of the room and looked back in time to see Barklee leap, wet and playfully, from the tub.

  “Caine, what is wrong with…”

  Again, her words were cut short, but this time by the sight of Luke standing at the other end of the hallway. Caine’s grip tightened on Chloe’s arm so that it made her grimace. Her sex pulsed a strong disturbing spasm at the combination of the two factors.

  “Is Lee alright?”

  Chloe watched Caine nod to his brother and felt him resituate his grip on her arm. Luke took a step toward them and Chloe felt her body being pushed back just a little.

  “No.”

  Whatever was going on, Caine’s single word caused a red flush to move up Luke’s face. His scar seemed to deepen and then engorge itself on the blood flow as Chloe watched. The man was very angry about something now. Old pains and arguments not yet settled between himself and his brother, she suspected.

  And for some reason, even that anger had something to do with her.

  She had no idea of how she knew that, but it was very clear in her mind. As was the knowledge that her skin was tingling in the same excited reaction to fear she felt on rare, delicious occasions when she approached a wolf den without knowing she was trampling on the animal’s territory. Or when she misread an animal and it turned on her, and she was forced to blink in that fraction of a second when life and death turn and look at one another and have to come to an agreement on who is really in charge of the situation.

  The man holding her arm, the man she had met only a matter of an hour earlier, was protecting her for some reason. And the man she’d met and made love to, if only physically, seemed to be the thing Caine was protecting her from.

  Even more so now than ever in her life, Chloe couldn’t tell right from wrong. Or man from animal. The scar was her only hint. And even it resembled something beautiful, despite its damaged bearer.

  “Caine, I told you.”

  Luke had closed the gap between them. Chloe could see the scar more clearly than she had yet as he brought his face so near to hers that she could feel his breath on her cheek. For the first time, Chloe realized that his scent was something different than it had been when he’d been in her bed. It was an odd smell that she would have remembered on a lover. Because it was a mixture of things that Chloe couldn’t separate at first in order to identify them from one another.

  She felt Caine’s grip tighten again as Luke’s hand came up to her hair.

  Leather and sex.

  The baby fine hairs on the nape of her neck stood up at the sensation of having both of these men touch her at the same time and her sex spasmed another pulse at the recognition of the sensual odors. And at the fact that she hadn’t detected the scent when Luke had been inside her.

  “You don’t tell me anything, Luke,” Caine stated much more calmly than Chloe felt. She felt his hand slightly lessen its bruising grip on her arm. His thumb absently rubbing the sore spot he’d just made told her things about the man holding her, but fanned a confusion that words couldn’t have conveyed with regards to her situation. Caine shook his head and stared at his twin.

  “I said no.”

  Luke’s eyes changed. They dimmed. And his frame relaxed as Chloe watched. But he never looked away from her as his hand gripped behind her head, causing a pang at the back of her scalp.

  With Caine right beside her and with the way Luke had disregarded her, it wasn’t nearly as pleasant as it could have been. Chloe felt her own body stiffen and unconsciously shift to try and hide itself behind Caine’s. She didn’t get far enough away from Luke. Not in time to keep him from running his fingers down the skin of her throat. As soon as she felt his flesh against hers, she wondered if her mind hadn’t purposely delayed her body’s reaction.

  Luke gripped her neck firmly, pulling her closer before leaning forward and dragging the tip of his nose up the side of her face.

  He breathed her in. And then back out. His tongue followed the path as Chloe felt the bruise on her arm begin to throb again under Caine’s grip. Luke’s affection felt nothing like it had when he’d been alone with her. When he finished tasting her, Luke caressed her with the very same grin she’d seen Caine use on her.

  The same physical reaction flooded through Chloe’s body.

  But not her mind.

  “Little brother, my patience is wearing thin with your rules.”

  Chloe felt her heart pound as she watched the two men in front of her. The heat of Caine’s feverish body as he pressed it against hers made her feel safer, but it did nothing to help the feeling of confusion that pumped through her mind. The woman in her knew what was going on. She knew what both men obviously wanted from her. But that same woman wanted to deny the very possibility that she had run across men like this. Men like Luke Caine. A man Chloe knew made very little effort to control his brutal nature.

  And men like Damon Caine. A man Chloe suspected could bring out a brutal side she hadn’t been aware that she held in herself.

  No sooner had that thought gone through Chloe’s head than Luke proved the first half of her suspicions true by reaching down and quickly grasping her breast, dragging his fingers outward to pinch her nipple. The grip sickened her for some reason even though she had allowed the man to touch her in much more intimate ways. She felt Caine’s grip on her tighten at the same time that his brother’s mouth mashed crudely against her lips.

  What Chloe’s body wanted as she stood in the embrace of these two men was something she had never considered having. Something she had never known she would like. And considering how wrong one of the men felt as he touched her, something at least one part of her couldn’t find arousing in the least.

  A part of her tried to consider Luke’s coldness as she was able to look upon the way the animals in the forest mated. Without love, true. But with no ill intent either. Unfortunately, Chloe also had to remember that these were not unknowing animals surrounding her. And she had to remember that although she thought she had felt tenderness coming from Luke when he’d been in her bed, she couldn’t be sure. Most importantly, Chloe thought as her skin alternated being teased by one brother and then the other, these creatures were not merely wolves who were afraid for their pack or their territory. These were men.

  Creatures that could hurt her even more than her four legged beasts ever could. And certainly if she was to try and take them on as a pack.

  Luke’s tongue swept though her mouth and Chloe wondered if the flavor she found there was her own. Or if some other woman had also fallen victim to his methods of arousing but cruel and loveless sex even since she had.

  Caine held onto her, even as his brother’s hand moved down and slipped inside her panties and his mouth continued to molest her. The grip coming from Caine was even tighter and more relentless than Luke’s. As if the man she had met a mere hour ago had some right to be upset with what was happening to a woman his brother had already had.

  Her body throbbed violently inside itself at the hands of these two men. But quietly. Undetected by anyone but herself. It was the result of so many unanswered questions Chloe had about herself. About whether the stimulation she was receiving was meant to be pleasing to her or not. And about whether or not the stimulation could possibly develop into full-fledged pleasure. The way Luke was making her feel with his hands and the memory of what he could do to her was no less intriguing than the comforting, seductive way Caine was treating her simply by way of his possessive grip that told of his displeasure with the situation.

  Chloe knew that neither man could ever know what they had just told her about her real needs, desires, and
fantasies. Or about why she had wanted a man like the creatures in her dreams.

  It wasn’t simply one thing Chloe was looking for in a mate. The half wolf, half human man she longed for was a lesson in duality. As was her entire life and work. The wolves she cared for were her passion. Something that aroused every sense in her. But they were also dangerous.

  A man who embodied both of Chloe’s passions at the same time. Luke and Caine. Fear and sex.

  The perfect combination.

  Chloe winced as Luke’s fingers drove up into her and then dragged out against her tired clit, causing her to gasp. Caine’s grip grew almost painful at a breath from her that most likely sounded to him like one of pleasure. She wanted to make up her mind about the man controlling her reactions and decide that she didn’t want Luke’s hands on her. And she wanted to turn to Caine and tell him that her gasp hadn’t been one of pleasure.

  But Chloe hated being the deceptive one even more than she hated being deceived.

  * * * * *

  Chloe would derive great pleasure from having both of their cocks inside her at one time. The knowledge was clear to Caine as he felt her fingers come back to reach for his firm cock even as his brother’s fingers reached down and probed about in her sex.

  The thought of ramming into the hot, slick lips of her cunt while his brother slid his own cock into the tight rosebud of her backside made Caine’s dick ache for either a mouth or sex or tight, female ass to be wrapped around it.

  But Chloe wasn’t the bitch he would allow that to happen to.

  The thought of allowing Luke inside Chloe’s body was repugnant to Caine. And whether it was his territorial nature or his urge to act as an alpha telling his more possessive nature to take over, he couldn’t be sure.

  Caine didn’t even want to consider the possibility that it was the urge of a husband coming out in him again.

  Whatever it was, it was coming out in droves. Caine’s jealousy over this woman and his possessiveness of her body and sex and affections seethed from his very skin. He reeked of it. And it caused his skin to redden and grow even hotter to touch. Only he would make love to Chloe. And she would only bear his children, regardless of his brother’s genetic lineage or who she thought had had sex with her that night.