Mated for Keeps Boxed Set: a BBW Werewolf Shifter Romance (The Lost River Pack)

by Alexis Wilde

  It wouldn’t take much for her to orgasm here.

  But the fingers pressing gently at her backside distracted her. Worried her.

  Until the very first dipped inside. Just a fraction, the very tip. “You are so tight,” Nico whispered. “So soft and wet and gorgeous. Open for me, Natalie. Let me feel you.”

  She shuddered in wordless sensation—fear and lust and hunger and more. So much more.

  She wanted to tilt her body, to expose herself for Nico behind her, but Jackson fingered her sex from the front, thumb brushing against her clit, and she couldn’t decide which was better.

  She hissed out a breath as a second finger stretched her from behind.

  “Breathe, baby girl.” Nico paused, but Jackson didn’t, catching her clit between his thumb and her own flesh. She sucked in a breath, let it out on a shuddering moan. “You’re perfect.”

  She didn’t know about that. All she knew was that her nerves were stretched to the breaking point, and Natalie was beginning to lose track of what parts of her were doing what. The cool air ghosted over them all, but her sweat-slicked skin barely registered anything other than the men who touched her, fingered her, delved into places she’d never even dreamed about.

  Not until Jackson.

  His head dipped, his mouth closed over her nipple and sucked it deeply into the hot cavern of his mouth. His fingers splayed just enough that it burned—delicious and almost too much.

  Almost enough to mask the feel of a third finger widening her from the back. Almost.

  Pain burned out from the ring of muscle unused to invasion. She stiffened, fear suddenly clamped around her lungs. “W-wait—”

  “No.” Nico set his teeth into her shoulder. His whisper swept over her skin like steel and velvet. “Now.”

  And suddenly there were three large fingers inside her, pushed where she’d never even touched herself, just as Jackson twisted his hand against her sex. Ground his fingers into her G-spot. As if they’d planned it, Nico immediately withdrew his fingers, then curled them and thrust again. Pain cracked abruptly to a pleasure so intense that she couldn’t even think through the haze as her vision went white. “Oh, God.”

  “Fuck, she’s gushing in my hand,” Jackson managed through gritted teeth.

  “Use it,” Nico said, his fingers still inside her. He ground against her, forced her harder into Jackson, and she couldn’t do anything but cling to him as she panted for breath. “She’ll handle you fine.”

  “But I—”

  The air trapped between them males, already hot around her, crackled. She couldn’t raise her forehead from Jackson’s shoulder, but she could feel the weight of something thick and powerful roll into the space. Feel the way Nico’s body roiled against her back.

  “Jackson,” Nico growled.

  The other man’s arm tightened around her waist. “Fuck.”

  It was as good as acknowledging Nico’s dominance, and Natalie knew it. She gasped when Nico’s fingers left her, groaned when Jackson’s did the same, but he simply wrapped both hands around her waist and lifted her—all of her, as if she weighed nothing. Her feet left the ground, but quickly found purchase again as Jackson set her back down.

  This time, she faced Nico.

  His features had sharpened. Hardened until the animal all but roiled beneath the thinnest surface of his skin. His eyes seared white hot into hers, hungry to the point that she couldn’t take a breath without smelling his lust.

  The air thickened. The feel of the breeze vanished beneath a heat so intense, she couldn’t breathe.

  When Jackson pushed her into his arms, Nico fell back to the ground—carried her down on top of him. His body provided a cushion against the dirt, but he wasn’t any softer. His muscles gleamed in the light. His cock jumped between them, long and sleek and as golden as the rest of him. She wanted to taste it. To lick it.

  To suck it deep into her mouth, her throat.

  But it wouldn’t salve her hunger.

  Her wolf wanted to fix her teeth on the side of his neck and draw blood. Not kill him, but taste the coppery heat of his flesh.

  Mark him.

  Be marked by him.

  It was such a visceral instinct, so deep and overwhelming, that she froze.

  Both seemed to know. Seemed to sense.

  Nico’s hands dragged at her waist, brought her to her knees on either side of his hips. Her sex hovered just over his cock, so wet that she dripped on him as he watched her. His mouth, always so expressive, twitched as the wet heat of her own arousal touched his skin. Like he was trying not to snarl.

  The cool air at her back warmed as Jackson settled to his knees behind her.

  His hands splayed over her breasts, dragged her back against his chest until her world became them—Nico’s firm muscles under her hands, Jackson’s at her shoulder blades. Two cocks hungry for her.

  Her body desperate to have them.

  “This one’s all you,” Nico growled, his tenor blistering—shaking. His fingers dug into her thighs, but it lacked the bite of nails.

  Jackson’s were harder at her breasts. Calluses scraped her skin, ground into her nipples. “First, him,” he said, a throaty command. A promise. “Take him inside that pussy and let him feel exactly how wet you are for him.”

  “I-I—” The words, if she even had any, wouldn’t come. Just a sound, an animal groan.

  Nico cupped himself. Lifted his cock so that all she had to do was lower herself on it. His teeth bared, as if even the feel of his own hand on sensitized skin was too much. “Drive yourself down on me, baby girl. Now.”

  As if that was all she’d needed, the resistance bled out of her legs. She jerked away from Jackson’s chest only to brace herself against Nico’s muscled pectorals, angle her hips and sheathe herself on Nico’s cock so completely that her body tightened from head to toe in sudden, sharp surprise.

  He was longer than she’d thought, hard enough to fill her but so deep that it bumped the very back of her. The dull ache should have hurt, but all Natalie felt was fierce satisfaction, a wild ride of pleasure that had her forcing herself up on her knees to slam back on him again. Nico’s shoulders drove back into the earth, his jaw tight, cords in his throat standing out as he growled his approval.

  And as she did, Jackson’s fingers slid down the center of her ass. The wetness he’d palmed from her own body glided over her skin.

  She didn’t realize that she’d leaned forward until his thighs came to bracket hers. His cock slid over her ass as she rode Nico’s, who caught her by the hair and held her level with him so that Jackson could stroke himself against her, over and over with every one of her own thrusts.

  “Please,” she cried, burying her face against Nico’s chest. “Please, please…”

  “Please what?” Nico demanded. “Please tease your ass more while you ride my cock?”

  Natalie shuddered.

  The head of Jackson’s cock positioned itself just at the wet ring of flesh. “You’ve softened,” he rasped. “It’s so wet, sweetheart. Is this what you want?”

  She trembled violently, her thighs shaking, the muscles in her hips burning. All she could do was nod in silent, manic anticipation.

  Nico tugged at her hair. “Say it.”

  “Oh, God,” she managed.

  Jackson’s cock nudged her ever so gently. “Say it, Natalie.”

  Ripples of pleasure rolled out from the flesh he teased. Nico’s cock jumped inside her, his hips twitched and drove it deeper, and Natalie couldn’t help herself. She opened her mouth over Nico’s pectoral muscle, set her teeth into it and bit hard enough that the hands in her hair tightened. Nico cursed, but it was pleasure that made it hoarse. “Fuck me,” she said against the reddened flesh. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me—Oh, my God,” was the last she managed as Jackson eased his thick cock inside her.

  Two cocks. Two. One in her pussy, one in her ass, and the pain of the intrusion didn’t last long enough to take away
from the sheer pleasure rocking her.

  Jackson’s hand eased down her trembling, sweaty back, and even Nico went still—as if they wanted to make sure she was okay.

  She was. Better than okay.

  So much better than okay that all thought crystallized to a single, desperate need—more. All of them, every inch, more.

  She rocked. Awkward, at first. The fullness inside her, the width of both filling her, hitched her rhythm, but Natalie clenched her jaw and tried again.

  This time, with a gasped hiss, Jackson rocked with her.

  “Fuck,” he managed as she pulled enough away from him that his cock slid out a few inches, only to ease back inside as she sank back down on Nico.

  “Yes,” the alpha whispered, an encouraging, throaty sound. “Like that.”

  “More,” she demanded, and this time, there was nothing human about it. Her wolf spilled form her mouth in hungry demand, a guttural order that didn’t care who was alpha—who was dominant. Right here, right now, it was her. Her body accepting both men, her sex wrapped around the alpha’s cock and her ass sucking in Jackson’s.

  And they knew it.

  Their wolves knew it.

  Here, now, in this clearing, Natalie called the shots.

  And she. Wanted. More.

  She forced herself upright, bracing her hands on Nico’s chest and rammed back into Jackson. He caught her, steadied her, and his teeth clamped down on the muscle between neck and shoulder. Ripples of sensation—of raw, violent delight—radiated from the pain, and she drove herself down again on Nico so hard that he grunted from the impact, twisted his hips up to meet her.

  Just as Jackson’s hips slapped into the flesh of her backside.

  In and out, out and in, they staggered their thrusts so that she was always full, always desperately aware that the thinnest of membrane was all that separated their cocks from each other. The very thought was enough to spike her higher, drive her harder. Her nails drove into Nico’s chest, dragged bloody furrows that had him throwing back his head and driving his hips higher into her, cursing in pleasure and pain and encouragement.

  The smell of his blood, hot and metallic, scored the air, forced a strangled sound from Jackson. “Christ,” he managed. “I can’t—She’s too fucking tight…”

  But it didn’t matter. As his body went rigid behind her, as his hips drove against hers and ground his cock deep into her, her orgasm rippled out from the core of her own body, rolled over her overheated skin and forced her back to arch as she threw back her head and screamed. She trembled, rigid with effort as everything inside her turned to heat and wild release and endless waves of pleasure.

  Her sex clamped on Nico’s cock, muscles rippling. He grabbed her thighs in each hand and forced her down harder as he thrust into her fast and hard, riding her climax until his own snarl echoed on the heels of her voice.

  As both men released inside her, as the semen her biological urge craved filled her, Natalie’s body gave out. It didn’t even occur to her that she’d fall—Jackson’s arm around her waist, Nico’s effortless strength beneath her, would be enough to keep her safe. Protect her.

  She wasn’t alone. She’d never be alone again. All she had to do was understand that she was more than just a female to mate with. She was the female that could take them both. Ease them all. Provide something they didn’t have.

  She could make this pack of strays into a family.

  All she had to do was accept it. Accept them.

  Like they had accepted her.

  A cool breeze rolled through the forest, danced over the three werewolves panting in a loose pile on the earthen floor beside a babbling creek. Natalie’s cheek pillowed against Nico’s chest, beside wounds already closing. Jackson’s hips cradled hers, his arm loosely around her waist. Nico’s hand stroked gently through her hair as she listened to all of their heartbeats hammer in the ambient hush of the woods.

  It was almost as good as a lullaby. Slowly, as her pulse eased to match theirs, exhaustion pulled at her senses. The wolf who had so fiercely challenged two males rumbled inside her skin, content for the time being.

  But unmated.

  Disappointment battled with the heady bliss that filled her.

  Under her cheek, Nico took a slow, steady breath. “That was everything I’d hoped and more.”

  Natalie couldn’t open her eyes. “Mm.”

  At her back, Jackson pushed himself up, bracing his head on one hand. “For the record,” he pointed out, but with humor shaping his voice, “I was trying not to be greedy.”

  “Noted,” Nico replied. His fingers eased through Natalie’s hair, lulling her deeper into safety. Into sleep. “But I think it’s okay, now.”

  Jackson went still. “You mean—”

  “Mmhm.” The sound was simple, but enough to cut off Jackson’s question.

  Natalie wanted to ask why he meant, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Her muscles ached. Her body felt used in all the best ways, satiated and thrumming. After a good meal, a hard run, and incredible sex, all she wanted to do was sleep.

  Nico smoothed her hair back from her cheek. “She’ll rest for a while, I think. Come on.”

  They eased out from either side of her, but the chill of the day barely managed to creep in before Jackson gathered her up into his arms. His naked skin was like a furnace. She sighed, nuzzling into it.

  “We have a plan?” Jackson asked over her head.

  Nico’s lips pressed against her shoulder, affection she could feel clear to her soul. “For now, let’s take her home.”

  Chapter Nine

  Ben cut the engine, stepped out of the truck and slammed the creaking door behind him. He just rounded the fender when Damien loped out of the woods with his typical long-legged stride. The brothers had the same gait, but Damien was faster. He’d seen the two race before. Alek had a lot going for him, but his brother smoked him every time on the hunt.

  Too bad speed didn’t count for much in pack politics. Things might’ve been different if the brothers’ old pack hadn’t been such shortsighted dicks.

  Then again, after the meeting he’d just had with a similar pack of shortsighted dicks, he wasn’t so sure there was any other kind these days.

  “What’s the word?” Damien called, lifting a gangly hand over his head. “How’d the meeting go?”

  “About what you’d think,” Ben replied. He pocketed his keys in his brown leather jacket, very carefully making sure they didn’t jingle. It gave him something to focus on that wasn’t driving his fist into the nearest post. “Alek’s on his way, he wanted to make sure nobody got any cute ideas about tailing me in.”

  “No problem, I got Alek on feed about ten minutes ago.”

  With five members of the Yellow Canyon Pack camping an inch from territory lines, Ben was damn glad Nico had listened to the younger wolf and allowed him the resources to install his security grid. It wasn’t airtight, but it gave them a bird’s eye view of the woods they protected. “Anyone else?” he asked, making his way back up the trails to the cabin.

  Damien settled into an easy stride beside him. “Two of the bastards figured they’d sniff around, but they crossed the wolf trails and decided to back out.”

  “Smart.”

  “I’ll keep an eye on them tonight.” Damien rubbed his nose with the back of his hand. “We think they’ll play nice while you ferry messages between them?”

  Ben thought about it for a moment. Nice wasn’t the word he’d use, but there was tradition to these things. Technically, the Yellow Canyon Pack didn’t have to afford a bunch of strays anything. The fact Victor showed up in person and treated Ben like the second-in-command of a legitimate pack suggested one of those things: either they’d heard of Nico and were concerned about what kind of firepower his mercenaries wielded, or it was all a front to keep them occupied while Victor’s boys pulled some bullshit behind the scenes.

  He clicked his tongue. “Not sure.” But he gave the wolf a long appraisal
. “Which means don’t mess with them, Damien.”

  The younger wolf huffed a laugh, lacing his hands behind his head. “I wouldn’t.”

  An outright lie. The younger man was not exactly the calmest of the bunch, and his footsteps echoed with a prickly kind of energy. He’d spoil for a fight before he settled for negotiations.

  Which was why Ben handled the politics.

  They walked in silence for a while, and the birdsong around them did a lot to reassure Ben’s ruffled nerves. If foreign wolves entered the place, the ambience would change. He was secure enough in his senses to know that.

  The question was whether Victor’s efforts to politic would mess with those senses.

  Sometimes, being human just fucked everything up.

  Natalie was the target, the reason for the visit, and the weakness. The only good thing here was that she’d be a weakness for Victor and his wolves, too.

  “Natalie’s still sleeping,” Damien volunteered, as if reading his mind. His pale, pale eyes roamed the trail, but flicked sidelong to him when Ben scowled. “She’s going on sixteen hours now. “

  “Straight?”

  “She woke up about nine hours ago to eat something, but crashed right after.”

  “Mating is tough.”

  Damien made a sound caught between a sigh and a growl. “I guess.”

  Ben’s lips twitched into a smile, but he didn’t comment. Things were prickly enough with the brothers that he couldn’t imagine a woman making it worse. “Well, good. That’ll let me report to Nico without worrying her.”

  “Yeah,” the other man drawled, “no. I think it’s too late for that.”

  Yeah. Ben did, too. As far as he could tell, sweet Natalie had been worrying since she arrived.

  “Should we tell her?” Damien asked thoughtfully. “I mean, I’d want to know.”

  “You’d want to kick their asses,” Ben replied dryly.