TheWolfPacksDesire

by CarrieKelly

  The Wolf Pack’s Desire

  (Trapped by the Wolf Pack 2)

  By Carrie Kelly

  Copyright 2013 by Carrie Kelly

  Published by Carrie Kelly

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  All characters in this story are made up by the author. They aren’t based on any real people.

  Three werewolves sat at the table with Sibyl. Eggs, bacon and toast were piled high on each plate. Her stomach grumbled, and she felt a strange urge to either gobble everything on the table or retreat to a room upstairs.

  If her room was ready.

  Gabe, her boss and the reason Sibyl came to the secluded bed and breakfast on Lake Tahoe, smiled. “Eat. You’ll need your appetite, darling.”

  Darling? The word sent a shiver through her bones and heated her cheeks. She brushed the honey blonde hair from her shoulders and frowned. They hadn’t even talked about what happened the night before. How her boss and his impossibly gorgeous friends chased her out into the snow then ravished her in front of the fire.

  Her. A nobody sales analyst. A fat nobody – which was even worse.

  She looked at each man in turn. Gabe, who they called the alpha wolf, had rust red hair and striking green eyes. They were the sort of eyes that stripped her down to the flesh, making her feel naked. But now Gabe had seen her naked. Sibyl’s cheeks heated in shame. No way in hell he liked what he saw!

  Next, she glanced at Jonathan. He was tall and broad with pale blond hair and blue eyes like the center of a flame. Damn, he was like some kind of movie star. His lips turned into a smile when he noticed her staring, and she quickly looked back at her plate.

  Sibyl lifted a piece of bacon to her lips and took a bite. She hadn’t eaten anything that fattening in years, maybe since she started puberty.

  Keep eating like that and you’ll never get a man, her mother would say. The only thing pretty about you is that hair, Sib.

  She pushed the plate away and swallowed the lump in her throat.

  Adrian, the youngest of the three werewolves, pushed it back. “Eat your breakfast, girlie. We don’t want you to starve.”

  Sibyl pouted at him. His black hair dangled over his shoulders and his eyes were like liquid gold. She’d never seen anyone with eyes that color before.

  “I don’t think I’d starve.”

  Adrian scratched at the wound on his shoulder – the wound Sibyl inflicted when she stabbed him in his wolf form. “Then do it to make up for the trouble you put us through last night.”

  Her face burned and she stood up, knocking the chair over behind her. “Make up for the trouble I caused you? How about the trouble you caused me? My leg hurts from the bite Gabe gave me, and you’re a – a pack of werewolves!”

  All three men stared at her as if that were the most normal thing in the world. To them, it must be, she realized and chewed her bottom lip.

  Gabe stood up and walked to her side. He towered over her, and his smooth features softened as he took her hand in his. “Sit and eat. We’ll discuss it all after breakfast. Adrian is right, you’ll need your strength,” he said and kissed her tenderly on the forehead.

  Her stomach lurched, not uncomfortably, and she did as he said. He was still her boss, after all, and she needed that job if she wanted to keep her apartment and her car.

  After she finished one plate, her stomach growled, and they filled another. The only comfort she found was that the wolves ate three plates each. She only ate two.

  Only two! She thought, and squeezed her fleshy thighs together.

  Her bag was still missing from the night before, and she pulled the red bathrobe tight around her chest, although they’d seen her nude once. They’d already done just about everything with her once, but that didn’t mean she wanted to prance around in front of them naked.

  No way in hell.

  How did she get here again? It was almost impossible to imagine the heat of the central California valley at this time of year with the snow piled high outside. The idea of a slow and leisurely vacation from her stressful job sounded fantastic when she left Sacramento. Then a freak snow storm hit and now this. . . . whatever this was.

  After breakfast, Gabe lead them into the sitting room and Sibyl settled on the couch. She stared at the rug in front of the fire. It’s where she woke up that morning, surrounded by three hot naked men, who also happened to be werewolves.

  Jonathan perched on the couch’s arm, and Adrian leaned against the wall with his ankles crossed and a smirk on his lips.

  Gabe knelt in front of her and placed his strong hands on her knees. She wished he wouldn’t touch her like that, or give her that smoldering look. It wetted her pussy, and after the night before she wasn’t sure what those wolves might do if they knew she was turned on.

  Another night of bliss, she thought and shook her head.

  “You’re our mate, Sibyl. The female of our group. After last night, we’ve officially claimed you and made you ours.”

  She pulled her legs out of his grasp and glared. “That’s what you said, but you didn’t explain what it means – or ask if I even wanted to be your mate.”

  Gabe opened his mouth, but Adrian cut him off. “It means you're the woman of our pack – the only woman – and you’ll give us all pups. Mine’ll be first, I bet.”

  Sibyl touched her lower belly and widened her eyes. Children? Pups? Who would want to have kids with her?

  “I never said–”

  “I chose you,” Gabe said and stood up. He threw a frown in Adrian’s direction, and the black haired wolf scowled. “I’ve watched you for the past year, Sibyl. I knew you’d be the one to complete our pack.”

  How could she believe that? After years of rejection, years of never being good enough, or thin enough, how could three beautiful men all want her? Three beautiful werewolves, actually.

  “Why didn’t you just chose a female werewolf? I’m not even one of you.”

  “Not yet,” Adrian rumbled.

  Gabe’s fingers trailed down her leg to the bite he’d given her the night before. “This will help fix it.”

  Sibyl’s eyes widened. “I’m going to turn into a wolf?” she gasped and cuddled back into the couch, as if it could protect her.

  Adrian snorted. “No. Unfortunately, but you’ll get some of our senses and our appetites.”

  “And you’ll be able to handle birthing werewolf children,” Gabe put in with a slow smile.

  That didn’t make her feel better, but at least she wasn’t going to turn hairy during the full moon.

  “There aren’t any women werewolves,” Jonathan said. “We have to mate with humans, and our alpha knew you were perfect for us because he could smell you. We can all smell you,” he said and his lips slipped into a seductive smile.

  Smell her? They’d said the same thing last night. Talk about a way to make a girl self-conscious!

  “I don’t stink,” she mumbled and pulled the robe tighter.

  Gabe chuckled. “That’s not what we meant. You’re fragrance is divine, darling. Believe us. It’s a little hard to resist at times.”

  Sibyl shook her head and stood up. It was all so much to take in. What did it mean? Was she supposed to come home to three werewolf husbands? Care for a whole litter of wolf puppies? Would she have to house train th
em? Would they be human form or wolf form when they were born?

  Plus, she’d never agreed to any of this.

  Sure, she had fantasies about Gabe in the past – what women in her office hadn’t? But they usually involved wine and a night of passion – they never ended like this.

  She stood up. “I need a shower and a room.”

  “We call all take a bath in the–” Gabe started.

  “No!” she said and cut him off. “I need to be alone for a while. This is . . . overwhelming.”

  The three werewolves looked at her. Gabe frowned. Jonathan shrugged, and Adrian scowled. But she held her ground. After what they put her through, she deserved a little privacy.

  The alpha wolf nodded. “I’ll show you our room then,” he said.

  She followed him up the stairs and fought to control the pounding of her heart. What was she doing on this vacation again? A nice summer holiday turned into something entirely different, especially with all the snow on the ground outside.

  “Is it going to warm up while I’m here?” she asked as they walked down the hallway.

  “Let’s hope,” Gabe said and opened at door. “It’s melting already.”

  The inside of the room took her breath away. A huge four-poster king bed sat in the center, with a lush red quilt and an overabundance of pillows. The wood was dark and almost shone in the yellow light. Whoever polished it never missed an opportunity.

  Her suitcase rested in the corner of the room, leaning against the great dresser. Another fireplace stood in the corner, but this one hadn’t been lit. At least they got the generator working after the lights went out the night before, she thought.

  “The bathroom is through there. You’re certain you want to be alone?” Gabe asked and leaned into her.

  His proximity sent a rush through her veins, like they were pumping electricity instead of blood. “Yes,” she said, almost breathless.

  “I’ve waited so long for this. I thought you’d be happy we wanted you.”

  She swallowed and the bite on her leg itched. The bite he gave her. Sibyl didn’t know what to say. It’s not that she wasn’t happy, but something nagged at her all the same.

  Gabe didn’t wait for an answer. He grabbed her shoulders and smashed his lips to Sibyl’s. The kiss sent a wave of heat over her skin, and flooded her pussy with need. She melted into his touch, though her mind told her not too. This was her boss, and he was a werewolf!

  She shouldn’t just give in to him, but no other man kissed her like that – ever.

  His teeth caught her bottom lip and pulled. “You taste so good, Sibyl.”

  What was she supposed to say to that?

  He looked at her, with his mouth drooped open and flicked his tongue over his lips. “We need you, darling. I hope you understand that. Our pack is for life, and we’d do anything for you,” he said and released her. Then he walked out of the room.

  She shut the door behind him and leaned against it. Life? Did that mean she was stuck with them forever? Like a marriage without a divorce? Sibyl shook her head. The idea should freak her out, right? Not send warmth spreading through her stomach and over her skin.

  She couldn’t be married to three men! Not legally, anyway.

  And they needed her? If that was the case, why didn’t they just ask if she wanted to mate with them, or whatever it was called? Well, they couldn’t really ask without the whole situation sounding crazy, she realized. If they did ask, she’d just think they’d lost their minds.

  And she had thought that the night before. Now she felt like the whole world rearranged itself into a different order that didn’t make any sense. Only, she didn’t mind it as much as she thought she would.

  Sibyl sighed and stepped into the shower.

  The hot water felt good on her skin, but she still couldn’t relax. It wasn’t just her room, that much was clear. Any one of them could walk in any moment and catch her naked. They’d only seen her by firelight before. The bold electric lighting wasn’t so kind. It’d show off her rolls and cellulite, the body she hid for years.

  The soap was a fragrant floral, lavender maybe, and she scrubbed quickly and let the water rinse her clean. When she got to the bite mark on her leg, she frowned. She was going to have wolf senses now. And a wolf appetite. Just want she needed.

  The holes were scabbed over, but lined with red. Wasn’t that a sign of infection or something? Gabe had licked it clean when she woke up next to the fire, before they claimed her. What if he gave her some kind of wolf disease? Did she need a rabies shot? No. That was stupid, but she scrubbed it and frowned.

  When she stepped out, Sibyl dried off with a fluffy towel and moved toward her bag. She was picking through it for her clothes when someone moved out of the corner of her eyes. She spun and noticed Jonathan sitting on the bed.

  He wasn’t there before, she could swear. Maybe her wolf senses hadn’t kicked in yet.

  Jonathan smiled. “I’ll tend to your wound,” he said and stood up. “I thought you might need the help.”

  She pulled the towel tight around her breasts and frowned. It didn’t hide enough of her body. Not like the robe. Then she dropped the panties she held – the kind that held in her stomach, not sexy at all. “I can manage.”

  Although that wasn’t really true. She didn’t even have a first aid kit. How was she supposed to manage at all?

  Jonathan slipped a strong arm around her shoulders and guided her back into the bathroom. “I think I can manage better.”

  She stiffened under his touch. “If I had a bandage or something. Maybe a doctor should look at it.”

  “No need. A doctor wouldn’t know what to do.” Then his hands slid over her hips and he lifted her onto the bathroom counter with one simple movement.

  Sibyl gasped. How strong was he? “You didn’t have to do that.”

  Powerful hands gripped onto her fleshy sides, and he smiled. “I wanted to.”

  How could all three of them leave her breathless like that? Make her heart beat so fast and irregular? She held the towel tight and tried to grin back. It probably came out strained.

  His fingers slipped down her legs, and his pale brows knitted over when he looked at the wound. Then he cleaned it with a cotton ball and some hydrogen peroxide. Strangely, it didn’t even hurt.

  Every time his flesh brushed against hers, it sent a little shock over her skin and goosebumps raised in the wake of his fingers. Just a touch turned her on. That never happened before, not with any other boyfriend.

  Only Gabe, Jonathan and Adrian had that effect on her body.

  “How long have you been in a pack with Gabe?” she asked and chewed on her bottom lip. The silence seemed to weight on her.

  “Since we were kids. This area has been our territory for years. Adrian and I defend it while Gabe’s working in Sacramento.”

  Territory? Defend? They really were like normal wolves! “Why did he move to Sacramento if this is his, uh, territory?”

  Jonathan dabbed the bite marks with antiseptic and wrapped her leg with a bandage. His lips brushed her knee. “He was looking for you, Sibyl. When he found you, he needed to find a way to get you up here.”

  Her cheeks flushed. “But he’s been my boss for a year! This is the first time he even mentioned this place.”

  Jonathan’s fingers crept up her thighs and she tried to squeeze them shut, but his touch was too powerful. “We needed to prepare for a mate after being alone for so long,” he said. Those sexy lips brushed her other knee and she almost squeaked.

  Why did they keep doing this to her?

  “Prepare what?”

  With one slick movement, he forced her thighs open and licked his lips. “The house needed to be fixed and furnished. We spared no expense for you – for us.”

  Sibyl fought to close her legs, but Jonathan was too strong. Instead, she shoved the towel over her weeping entrance. If he saw her like that, what would he think?

  “Don’t cover yourself up. I want to look at
you,” he growled and yanked the towel away.

  It slipped out of her fingers so quickly there was nothing to be done about it. She wiggled on the countertop, pushing at his silky blond hair, but that just seemed to urge him forward.

  “Why are you fighting what you know you want?” he asked. His tongue flicked out and traced the flesh on her thigh, flooding her pussy further.

  She squealed. “What are you doing?”

  Jonathan didn’t answer with words. His mouth moved toward her velvety heat and caressed it. Lips and tongue danced over the surface of her needy clit with the utmost delicacy, devouring her completely.

  Her fingers dug into his hair, gripping him for support as his assault continued. No man ever did that to her before. She’d never let them, but Sibyl couldn’t fight Jonathan off, just like she couldn’t fight off Adrian or Gabe.

  The flame of his tongue lapped and licked in circles, tasting her pink entrance with each probe. His fingers gripped her thighs, but she had no interest in closing them. Not now. She leaned back on the counter and gave into the pleasure.

  “Oh,” she gasped as the ecstasy simmered through her veins. It was so close to overflowing!

  With a final swish, he sent her over the edge. Sibyl moaned and writhed as the orgasm exploded within her. It rocked her body, made her breath come in shallow gasps, and her fingers left little marks on Jonathan’s shoulders.

  “You taste like a dream,” he grumbled and peppered her thighs with kisses. Then his smoldering lips moved up her skin and toward her breasts. He engulfed her pebbled nipple with his mouth and suckled.

  “Jonathan,” she gasped as his bulge ground against her.

  Then something crashed outside and the lights in the ceiling flickered and died.

  “Again?” he grumbled and moved back. His back stiffened and he frowned.

  Sibyl stared at him and closed her legs. She lost control of herself again. That never happened before she met them.

  He looked out of the bedroom window and sniffed the air. “I’ll be back soon. Get dressed and stay here.” His voice was different than before, serious and strained.

  “What’s going on?” she asked as she hoped off the counter and gathered her clothes from the suitcase. Standing naked in front of him wasn’t something she wanted to do, even after he pleasured her like that.