I watched, shocked, as Raoul took Dimitri’s member into his mouth, and Dimitri groaned aloud, and then he turned to look at me, his dark eyes nearly black with lust. “Anna,” he murmured, his voice husky and deep. “Come here.”
I slid off the bed, feeling vaguely as if I were in some other place, and went to Dimitri. He bent to kiss me, his lips vibrating against mine as he groaned, and I felt Raoul’s hand begin to slide slowly up my leg, and as Raoul touched me, Dimitri’s hand went to the ties of my robe, undoing them and sliding his hand up my waist, his palm cupping my breast, the pad of his thumb trailing over my nipple through the silk. I shuddered, moaning softly into Dimitri’s mouth, and Raoul’s hand slid further up my leg, his fingers brushing across my inner thigh, and then I felt his hand between my legs, and heard him groan when he discovered how wet I already was.
My knees were shaking, my body trembling from the newness of the sensations, and Raoul rose, gathering me up in his arms and laying me back on the bed. He leaned over me, and dipped his head to kiss me, his lips brushing softly over mine. Dimitri was on the bed next to us then, his hands running over Raoul’s body, and I saw Raoul’s back arch as Dimitri reached for his cock again, his hand drifting over him slowly. Raoul touched my cheek, staring into my eyes. “Mon amie,” he whispered. “Ma petite cherie, ma petite amour.” The French endearments brushed over my skin with his lips, trailing from my cheek to my throat, and I felt, for the barest of a second, his fangs pressing into my skin before he kept going, his mouth stopping at my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth as his other hand slid through my hair, down my shoulder, and across my other breast. I arched my back, moaning, and I felt Dimitri’s fingers between my legs, brushing over a spot so sensitive that it made me writhe and moan with every touch, as Raoul worked his way down my body.
He brushed his lips over my hipbones as I pressed my head back into the pillow, gasping, and then suddenly his tongue was between my legs, and I cried out with surprise. I glanced to the side, and saw Dimitri leaning down between Raoul’s legs, Raoul’s cock in his mouth, and I felt a shock of lust run through my body at the sight. It was like some fantasy, these two godlike men mad with lust over me and each other, and I felt my stomach knotting tighter and tighter as Raoul spread my legs with his hands, holding them firmly apart as his tongue slid over me, and I heard the cries coming out of my mouth, and was almost embarrassed at how wanton I sounded. And then Raoul pressed his mouth against me, hard, and I forgot to care about anything at all. The pleasure washed over me in waves, leaving me boneless and gasping, my back arched so hard I thought it might break, and then suddenly Dimitri was over me, and I could feel his hard cock pressed against me. I was on fire, hot with lust, and I was surprised at how cold he felt comparatively. “Tell me if this doesn’t feel good,” Dimitri whispered hoarsely. “It’s a bit of a shock, at first, sometimes. I will stop, you only have to say so.”
I nodded, barely able to think, and I caught a glimpse of Raoul, kneeling on the bed, his hand lazily wrapped around his own cock, stroking, as he watched Dimitri press his hips slowly forward, his hand hard on my thigh, holding me in place as he inched forward.
There was a moment of sudden pain as I felt him press into me, hard and thick, the coldness of him a shock, and then I felt myself give way and he sank into me, groaning aloud as he clutched my hip hard with one hand, the pillow above my head with the other.
He began to move slowly, his hips rolling against mine, and I awkwardly tried to meet his rhythm. “Easy, Anna,” he whispered. “Slowly.” I relaxed into him, and a moment later Raoul was next to me, stretched out on the bed beside us, kissing my lips, my throat, my shoulder, his hand drifting over my breasts as Dimitri slowly thrust into me. The pain was still there, a faint ache, but it was slowly replaced with pleasure—not as much as a moment before, but still there. I let my hand slide down Raoul’s body, enjoying the ripple of muscle under my fingertips, and I wrapped my hand around him, feeling him pulse and throb in my hand. Raoul groaned, his head tipping back, clearly enjoying my touch, as inexperienced as it was.
I looked up at Dimitri, his face tense, awash with desire, his eyes nearly glowing as he looked down at me. “Anna,” he whispered hoarsely, and I looked up at him, suddenly full of love for both of them, a sensation of happiness that I hadn’t dreamed I would feel.
“I want you to drink from me,” I whispered, desire racing through my body at the thought. “I want to be yours. Both of you.”
Raoul stared at me, his hands suddenly in my hair, pulling my mouth to his. “Oh,” he whispered, a torrent of French that I barely understood coming from his lips. Dimitri had stilled, and I could feel him throbbing inside of me, his body rigid with control. “Are you sure, Anna?” His voice was shaky. “There is no going back. You will be bonded to us forever, whether you are here or a thousand miles away. You will always be able to feel our presence, and we you. It is stronger than anything you can imagine.”
“I’m sure,” I whispered. Dimitri swallowed, and then I felt him surge forward, his mouth dropping to my neck, Raoul took my wrist, and a moment later I felt their fangs against me, and there was a moment of sharp, impossible pain, and then I felt only pleasure, like a warm glow suffusing my body, as Dimitri’s lips pressed to my neck and Raoul’s to my wrist. Heat washed over me, my skin prickling in its wake, and settled somewhere in my abdomen, and as Dimitri thrust into me again, harder and faster this time, I felt a sudden explosion of pleasure, even stronger than before, and I felt the vibrations of Dimitri’s groans against my neck as he buried himself in me, his body shuddering against mine.
He pulled me up, sitting astride him, and Raoul moved faster than I thought possible. A moment later, blood was trickling from a shallow cut in Dimitri’s throat, and he was pressing my mouth to his neck. I tasted it, hot and metallic in my mouth, with a sweet tang, and for a moment I was shocked. And then I felt Dimitri’s arm lock around my waist, felt him still buried inside of me, and Raoul’s lips still slowly sucking at my wrist, and I drank from him, swallowing his blood.
Dimitri sighed, a long, shuddering sound, and then he lay me back against the bed slowly, moving aside to lie next to me as Raoul moved over me. He was hard as stone, throbbing as he slid into me, his movements slow and restrained, as if he might explode any moment. I could feel a small trickle at my neck and wrist, but I ignored it as Dimitri did the same to Raoul, opening a small cut at the base of his throat, and Raoul pulled me up, his hips plunging himself up into me as I bent my mouth to his throat, his blood flowing into my mouth. Dimitri’s hand was at my back, his fingers drifting over my spine, and I could feel it—a heightened awareness of every touch, every movement. Raoul was groaning above me, and suddenly his arm was hard around my waist, squeezing me to him as he shuddered, and I felt the hot sensations wash over me again, a sharp juxtaposition to how cold he was inside of me, and then we fell back onto the bed together, the three of us a tangle of limbs.
We were all boneless, exhausted, barely able to whisper endearments to each other as we drifted into a deep sleep, the two men on either side of me.
I woke briefly sometime in the night, and their arms were still locked across my waist, holding each other and me at the same time.
I had never imagined such a thing, had never believed that my marriage to Dimitri would bring anything but misery. But now, nestled between the cool bodies of both men, my own body still faintly pulsing with the memory of what had happened, I felt only peace, and a kind of overwhelming happiness that I had never dared to imagine. I closed my eyes, feeling peaceful sleep begin to drift over me again, and for the first time in months, I could think of nothing but how very content I was.
The world was a very strange place, indeed.
THE END
CLAIMED BY THE NEW ALPHA
STORY DESCRIPTION
Curvy Eva Haywood, a brainy Harvard Business School student, has come back home to the sleepy town of Beaver Creek in Yukon. Rather than follow her peers
to high-flying jobs in the big city, Eva returns to her hometown to help her father run his diner, but just for the summer. After all, she’s lucky enough to have a high-powered fiancé back in the city awaiting her return.
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“If he doesn’t set your heart on fire, then leave him before you’re dying on the inside and flirting with the gardener.”
Why can’t Eva get those words out of her head?
The truth is, there’s only one man that has ever set Eva’s heart on fire. Ever since she was little, Eva has silently worshiped a local resident, Sebastian (Seb) Waverly. He and his father run a small lumber business. But sexy Sebastian is a brooding wild card, spurning most of the women who regularly throw themselves in his path. There’s no way he’d fall for a curvy girl like her. In fact, he has never muttered more than a few words to Eva.
No. No hearts afire for Eva. Her place is back in the city in a “pleasant” relationship with her “nice” fiancé.
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Unknown to all but himself, Seb is head over heels in love with Eva and always has been. But, he firmly believes she’s too good for a man like him. So, even though he’s noticed her for as long as he can remember, he only ever watches from afar. Now that she’s back, though, maybe, just maybe, he can finally gather the courage to talk to the one and only woman who renders him tongue tied and speechless when comes anywhere near her.
Everything changes, though, one crisp, clear evening when Seb is attacked by a wolf. Although he manages to kill the wolf, he suffers a bite in the struggle. When he awakens the next morning, Seb learns that those old tales, the ones he grew up with and has since scoffed, the ones of humans shifting forms to become wolves, are all true. And, now that he has killed the alpha of a shifter pack, tradition dictates he must lead the pack as its new alpha.
His first task as new alpha? Paying his respects to the slain alpha’s daughter – Eva.
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Can Eva ever forgive the only man who has ever set her heart on fire?
How can Sebastian ever be able to win the hand of the only woman his heart has ever truly belonged to?
Chapter 1
Eva gave the already gleaming counter-top another wipe. Today had been slower than most, despite the warm weather, and she once again questioned her decision to spend the summer cocooned quietly away within the sleepy town of Beaver Creek. She had exchanged a highly-prized internship at one of the best trading firms in the city for a summer replacing coffee filters and folding napkins in her father’s diner, where she had worked every summer for as long as she could remember.
“That’s a big sigh, what’s up?” Her co-worker, Leslie-Anne, a perky blonde who had the accolade of being voted ‘Miss Beaver Creek’ three years running in the local beauty pageant, interrupted her thoughts.
“I’m good, it’s just felt a bit slow today, that’s all.” She replied.
“Every day’s slow round here – you know that. Missing big-shot city living?” Leslie-Anne winked at her, and Eva smiled back. Eva knew it took a lot for Leslie to make light of her career and study opportunities. She would have killed to get out of this town, and could never understand why Eva came back every summer.
“You got a man out there?” Leslie-Anne asked.
“Well. Yeah, kind of. He’s sweet…” Eva faltered, and Leslie-Anne burst out laughing.
“Oh, honey, if that’s all you can say about the man then forget it. If he doesn’t set your heart on fire, then leave him before you’re dying on the inside and flirting with the gardener.”
Eva managed a weak smile in return. She knew Jimmy was a good catch, he had graduated top of his class and was already set up with a position at a hedge-fund company in Manhattan. He was a good man too, kind and generous – which was something of a rarity in that world. Strange then, when she was about to embark on an exciting new chapter in her life, she still couldn’t ignore the deep, almost primal, call to the empty wilderness of Beaver Creek. Whilst people like Leslie-Anne hated the place, Eva felt like the Creek ran through her veins; the unique scent of birch trees, rich earth and sunshine was more alluring to her than any perfume.
Leslie-Anne suddenly became a flurry of activity, applying another layer of bubble-gum coloured gloss to her pouting lips, and fluffing up her hair in the reflection of the chrome fridge. Eva heard the sound of a beaten-up truck pull into the forecourt and rumble to a stop. She felt a flutter of anticipation as she hastily smoothed down her apron and re-tucked her shirt. Leslie-Anne swept past her to the hostess stand. Picking up a set of menus she quickly adjusted her uniform on her cute, slender, petite frame. That’s why I’ll never have a hope in hell, thought Eva. As if on cue, Sebastian Waverly walked through the door.
In that moment, the day’s sun gave its last glare as it fell behind Yukon’s White Mountain range, bathing the diner in hazy red light. Sebastian’s figure seemed to dwarf everything else in the cosy diner, making the place feel at once too small, but also irrelevant, as Eva felt her world fall away. He was tall and permanently sun-kissed from his lumbering job, his tightly muscled frame was evident through a well-worn shirt and sawdust-coated denim jeans that clung to his hips. Shadowed by the setting sun, his face appeared darker than usual: his eyes almost black. They were complemented by equally dark stubble that covered an arrogantly set jawline. His hair was the only soft aspect of his appearance, worn slightly long, so that it curled gently at the nape of his neck. Looking past Leslie-Anne, he turned his gaze toward Eva, his lazy stare jolting her out of her trance. Mortified to be caught looking she blushed fiercely and cast her eyes downward, keeping them trained on the linoleum floor as Leslie-Anne escorted Sebastian and his father, who Eva had barely noticed, to a booth in her section.
“You boys ready to order?” Leslie-Anne leaned forward toward Sebastian, enveloping him in her cloying perfume.
“We’ll have burger and fries – same as always, honey.” Sebastian’s father replied, handing her back the menus.
“Sure I can’t get you anything else, Seb?” Leslie-Anne’s question was loaded as she looked longingly toward Sebastian, but all she got in return was a tight smile.
“We’re all good, thanks.” He turned his attention back to his father. Leslie-Anne seemed like an okay sort of girl, but she didn’t really do anything for him. He’d been with women like her in the past, and it was fun for a while, mainly in bed, but they weren’t much for stimulating conversation.
“What’s wrong with you kid? She’s a nice-looking girl.” Sebastian’s dad prompted as Leslie sashayed away from the table.
“Dad – dating advice, really?”
“You’re thirty Seb, and I want grandkids. In this lifetime.” The older man glared at him. Seb knew he was only half joking – the subject had come up all too often lately.
“Yeah, yeah. I know it.” He sighed and let his eyes wander over to the far end of the diner where Eva stood at the counter pouring coffee. Her hair was tied back into a messy bun, with one golden brown tendril escaping down by the side of her face. He watched her absent-mindedly push it back and laugh at something one of the customers said. He felt a surge of heat wash over him as his blood responded to every atom in his body needing to stand up, walk over to her, and drive his hands through her hair, watching it cascade down her narrow back. He imagined pulling her lithe figure towards his chest and feeling those adorable rosebud lips forcefully pressed against his.
He felt a tight stirring in his groin, and cursed himself inwardly. His sharp exhale of breath caught his father’s attention. Before Sebastian could look away, his father followed his gaze across the room.
“Don’t even think about it, son. ”
“I’m not.”
“Yeah, well – make sure you don’t. You don’t want to get mixed up with that family. Trust me. Besides, that girl is going places – old Hayward’s been boasting about how his daughter’s engaged to some fancy Harvard grad.”
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bsp; On seeing Sebastian’s jaw clench tightly, his father dropped the topic. Sebastian tried to feel happy for her. She was too good for a town like this – if you could even call it a town – and his father was right, she would go places. He just hoped the man she’d chosen would treat her right; make her laugh, take her away, wake her up in the middle of the night just to kiss the hell out of her. He would.
“Okay, he’s as sexy as a Hollywood hero, but he is one arrogant ass” Leslie-Anne came over to Eva, slamming down her notepad to emphasise the point. Leslie-Anne didn’t take rejection well.
“Yeah, he’s good-looking.” Eva turned away from her friend. She hated conversations where Sebastian was mentioned, paranoid that she wouldn’t be able to keep her emotions in check, that her body would betray her. Eva knew he was out of her league; he always seemed so cold and indifferent toward her. She didn’t know if it was better or worse that he treated Leslie-Anne the same way – a crazy part of her almost believed, in her more wistful moments, the apparent dislike was unique to her, and that it might have meant something. Yeah right. That was utterly crazy.
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