Loved by Wolves [Call of the Wolf 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Diane Leyne

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  Penelope ran down the stairs at the sound of the door and flung herself into Kent’s arms. It felt so good and right when she was with her men. It was only when they were apart that she had her doubts, and her dreams of Oliver.

  Determinedly, she pushed all her negative thoughts aside. They had two nights together, and then she had one of her alone nights, and then she was off to Los Cabos with Sam and Ginger, where there had to be the answers she was seeking, there just had to be.

  When Kent released her, she turned to Tucker. Damn, they were two good-looking men. Tall and tanned and muscular from their jobs as firefighters. They looked amazing naked, and she couldn’t wait to get them that way. She needed to feel them inside her again to reaffirm their connection. It was like each time they were apart, it faded a bit. It had been like that for a while now, but she also needed that time alone to recharge. It was a no-win situation. Stay close and connected to her men and she was constantly sore and exhausted. Keep away, and their connection, that she’d thought would last a lifetime, seemed to almost fade a bit.

  When Tucker picked her and swept her up the stairs, she was happy. She could turn her brain off for a little while and just feel.

  Even after so many years together, she could still be surprised by how fast her men could get her and themselves naked. Lying on the bed, she looked up and drank in a sight that would never get old. Tucker and Kent were physical perfection, from their perfectly cut muscles to their even more perfect cocks, cocks that were hard and ready to claim their Mate.

  Tucker crawled in the bed beside her, while Kent was content to watch for a while. She looked on as he took a seat, stroking his erect cock while he looked at his brother fucking the woman they shared. She didn’t know why it turned her on like it did. She loved when they both took her together, but there was something so erotic about Kent calmly waiting for his turn.

  And then she stopped thinking completely as Tucker claimed her mouth. He’d covered her body with his, and his erection pressed against her stomach and wished it was inside her, but he seemed to be taking his time. He kissed her, his tongue playfully invading and retreating until she was quivering with need and begging him to fuck her, but still he refused. Instead, he slid down her body and gave her breasts the same intense attentions he’d recently given her mouth.

  “Please!” She could only get the single word out before it turned into a long moan as he latched onto her nipple and suckled lightly while, with one hand, he massaged the breast his mouth was neglected.

  Her cream poured out of her as he tugged gently with his teeth, and she felt again that connection between nipple and clit, which started tingling and throbbing.

  “Please!” She reached down and tried to pull him back up to her so he could fuck her, but he just laughed.

  “Kent?”

  “On it, brother.”

  And then the bastard tied her hands to the headboard.

  “Time to show you who’s in charge, baby. We’re setting the pace, and tonight, we’re going to torture you with pleasure until you beg for mercy, and then we’re going to torture you some more.”

  * * * *

  With those words, he slid further down her body until his head was positioned between her spread thighs. Pushing them over his shoulders so he opened her up even more, Tucker went happily to work. Tucker loved life. He loved his job. He loved his family. And most of all, he loved his Mate and was never happier than when he was pleasuring her. She was his Mate. He knew it to his bones and boner. She was his. Well, theirs, really. So what if some stupid ceremony didn’t work the way it was supposed to. She was theirs and they were hers, and that was that.

  But it wasn’t really. He knew it. Kent kept telling him he wasn’t taking this problem seriously enough, but he was. He was doing everything he could to bind her to them. But he didn’t like it when she spent the night alone. Being apart was not helping. What was that saying? Out of sight, out of mind.

  He understood, of course, why Penelope insisted on it. Without the mating ritual, she couldn’t keep up with them. They’d have sex all night and half the next day if she’d let them and then head off to work as if they’d had a full night’s sleep while she dragged into work sore and exhausted.

  Tonight, he’d decided, would be all about her and how many times he could get her off. Oh, he’d still fuck her brains out, but not until he’d made her come at least three times. He’d even beaten off a couple of times before they’d come over. Hell, Kent had, too. He wasn’t sure how much good it would do. His dick was always at attention around her, but he’d do anything, try anything to make her happy.

  And he knew just what that was right at this moment. Taking a long, slow lick from her puckered rear opening to her clit, he was happy when she moaned again. With her hands restrained, she tried to use her legs to urge him on, but he was a lot stronger than her, and he barely felt her heels drumming on his back.

  He licked her again and then a third time, before pausing at her clit and giving it some diligent attentions. He licked and sucked and even bit down lightly on it. Within minutes, she was writhing against his mouth, and he could feel the tremors start. Smiling, he moved to her pussy, stiffened his tongue, and thrust into her opening while reaching up and caressing her clit with his fingers.

  Her honey was gushing out of her now, and her tremors increased until she was in full orgasm, her pussy trying to clamp down on his tongue. Laughing, he moved it in and out of her like it was his cock. And he used a little shape-shifter magic on her, letting his tongue lengthen and thicken inside her. He never told her that was what he did, and he never told the other guys how he learned the trick, but it never failed to drive her crazy.

  He paused to enjoy the feeling of her pussy milking his tongue as if it were his cock, and once they started to slow, he started fucking her with his tongue again, enjoying her response. When she started trying to writhe against him, he started working her clit harder now with his fingers, pinching and rubbing the little nub with one hand. Then the other wandered to her ass after scooping up some of the copious amounts of honey she was producing. Then as he pushed his tongue back into her, he pressed a single finger into her ass. The result was even more than he hoped for as she clamped down on his tongue and finger, a climax slamming through her without any buildup at all.

  He felt so satisfied when she screamed his name and started pushing determinedly for the hat trick. One more orgasm and he would allow himself the pleasure of burying his cock in her tight, hot pussy and fucking her until they both screamed.

  * * * *

  Penelope fell back against the pillow, exhausted and sated by Tucker. The man had the most talented tongue of the four men. Sometimes it even felt like it got bigger and longer when he pushed it into her pussy, but, of course, that wasn’t possible. No one could just partially shift, could they?

  And now he was lying at her side, exhausted from the marathon fucking. After her third orgasm, he’d moved back up her body and plunged his cock balls-deep inside her and started stoking away, rubbing against her swollen tissues arousing her yet again until she was screaming out another orgasm. It was almost too much for her as he, with his wolf stamina, kept going until she came yet again before he let himself come.

  And there was still Kent, patiently waiting his turn. They really were going to kill her, and yet, how could she deny him? He’d been the presumed Alpha all their lives. He was the first man to ever make love to her, and she’d always love him, but she didn’t know if she could have sex with him just now. She was tired and sore and sated.

  But she loved him, so she beckoned him over to her. He smiled and crawled into bed beside her, ignoring his brother sound asleep on her other side.

  “Let’s just cuddle for a while. Take a nap. You’ll need your strength for what I have in mind.”

  She wanted to protest, but she wanted to sleep even more, so she leaned over, kissed his cheek, and closed her eyes.

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  When she awoke again, it was light out. She was still snuggled in Kent’s arms. Tucker’s side of the bed was empty, and she could smell something cooking. Clearly he’d been assigned breakfast duty.

  Kent was wide awake and fully hard. Smiling, she kissed him on the mouth and then wriggled down until her face was level with his cock.

  “You don’t have to do that, baby. I didn’t mind you falling asleep in my arms.”

  “Did I ask?” She was glad he couldn’t see her face. It was partly guilt, but also because she was still tender and wanted a long soak in a hot bubble bath before she took his large cock inside her.

  * * * *

  She broached the idea of a bubble bath while they were eating. Tucker was all for it, but Kent gave his brother a withering glance. She wasn’t fooling him. She was sore from that marathon session with his brother. Tucker had been all good intentions and had given her three orgasms with his mouth, but once he was inside her, he rode her hard for a good long time, and he could tell she was still sore.

  He was afraid that his own good intentions would fly out the window once he got her under him, so he readily agreed to a bubble bath.

  Once in the hot fragrant water, with Penelope sitting in front of him, her back against his front, he began to massage her shoulders and arms until he could feel the tension drain away. Then he let her lay back against him, and they stayed like that until the water cooled and they finally had to get out of the tub.

  Back in bed, he made her lie on her stomach so he could continue the massage. Her back, her legs, her arms, her butt, he massaged them all until she was limp like overcooked pasta. And then he turned her over and started on her front. By the time he was done, she was out cold again. Sighing, he did the only thing he could and spooned her, waiting for her to wake up.

  He heard a sound and saw Tucker. He motioned to his brother to be silent and carefully disengaged himself from Penelope and reluctantly left the bedroom so he could talk to his brother where they wouldn’t disturb her.

  “Hell, Kent. That was fast work.”

  “It was no work at all. I massaged her after our bubble bath, and she conked out on me. The woman is exhausted, and she won’t stop. She hasn’t taken a vacation in who knows how long. She just keeps chasing these stupid rumors that she calls leads.”

  “And she has sex with the four of us.”

  Kent sighed. Tucker was right. “And she has sex with the four of us. If she wasn’t trying to make us all happy, she wouldn’t be driving herself into the ground. Hell, the four of us make enough money that she doesn’t have to work. She’d be a lot less tired if she didn’t have the café, but she’d be even less tired without us.”

  “Are you suggesting that we give her up?”

  “Hell, Tucker, I don’t know what I’m suggesting. But I love her, and it kills me seeing her like this.”

  “Does that mean you are giving up your turn with her?”

  “Absolutely not. I need her like I need air to breathe and food to eat. And that’s the problem. Our love is killing her. Maybe…”

  “Maybe what?”

  “Maybe we need to step back…”

  “Spit it out, Kent!”

  “Maybe she’d be better off with a human and maybe if she wasn’t hanging onto our relationship, trying so hard to make it work when it is clearly broken, she’d go out and find one? I love her and she loves us, maybe it’s time to let go?”

  “You can’t mean that!”

  “I don’t know what I mean. I think the four of us need to talk without her.”

  Chapter Eight

  Two days later

  Jack and John were having breakfast with Kent while Tucker drove Penelope and her friends to the airport, so they were surprised when he arrived at breakfast only a few minutes after they did.

  “Aren’t you supposed to be headed to Seattle?”

  “That’s what I thought, but apparently Oliver has to go there anyway for some medical thing or other, so they went with him instead. They apologized for forgetting to call me, but they’d been up late with Oliver, helping him settle into Sam’s place and looking over the clinic plans.”

  He looked over at Jack and John.

  “I may not be the most perceptive of guys, but is there something going on that I should know about. Penelope seemed altogether too cozy with him. She was riding shotgun, and they were laughing like people who knew each other really, really well.”

  “I told you.” John turned accusingly to his brother. “I told you.”

  “You did.”

  “Told him what?” Kent had to stop himself from yelling. When Jack and John got going, they could go a long, long time, and Kent had to get them back to the point. “Told him what?” he repeated louder.

  “I told him that Oliver was interested in Penelope and that she was interested in him, but Jack insisted I was wrong. I thought I had him convinced, but after we made love with Penelope, he had himself convinced again that I was imagining things and talked me into keeping quiet, but not anymore.”

  “Who is he, anyway?”

  “He’s the doc who worked on Alex.”

  “I heard about him. He’s human, isn’t he, but he’s related to a shifter or something? We need to find out more about him.”

  * * * *

  “If you’d just shut up and listen for a moment.” John paused and looked around the table. “My brother may think I just sit around and bitch, but I do have a brain. I searched out everything I could find on the internet about this guy. He’s definitely human, but he was adopted as a baby by a shifter family. His adoptive sister is married to a shifter. Jack and I were at the café, the day he and Penelope met. I didn’t need a computer to see he was interested in her. Really interested.”

  “Yes, I admit that, John, but she couldn’t be interested back. She’s our Mate.”

  “No, Jack,” said John with the tone of someone repeating something for the hundredth time. “She’s the woman who should be our Mate.”

  “Are you sure she was interested in him?”

  “I could smell it.”

  The four men ate in silence for a while. Finally, over coffee, Kent spoke.

  “A couple of days ago, I told my brother that maybe she’d be better off with a human, but now that she might have found one, it’s killing me inside, but I want what’s best for her.”

  John watched as Kent looked around the table and he and the other men nodded reluctantly.

  “The first thing we need to do is find out what his intentions toward her are. Do you know when he’s coming back, Tucker?”

  “This evening some time. He said his last meeting ended at five and he was hoping to be home by seven.”

  “Then we should be waiting for him when he gets back.” Kent looked around the table, clearly waiting for their agreement before he continued.

  “But what do we do? Do we warn him off? Run him out of town? Or do we step back and let Penelope have him if he’s what she wants?” Kent sounded dispirited. “I don’t want to give her up, but I love her so damned much. I have to let her go if that’s what she wants.”

  “Wimp. Wuss. She’s ours, and we have to fight for her. You can do what you want. I’m not giving up,” declared Jack. “She’s ours!”

  “Maybe Kent’s right.” John’s tone was hesitant. He didn’t want to lose Penelope any more than the other did. Hell, she was the only one he could talk to about his tech interests. They’d developed a special connection when he had installed her Café’s computer system and he realized that she was just as fascinated by technology as he was.

  “Maybe we have to let her go, if that’s what she wants. You all must have noticed how tired she’s been lately. I don’t think she can handle the four of us anymore. Our needs are too much for her. If she were our Mate, she’d be able to keep up. Hell, she’d be able to tire us out at times, but she’s not, and it’s killing her slowly. I think that’s why she’s been so obsessed with finding out how to complete the
Mating Ceremony. She doesn’t just want it. She needs it.”

  “Are you saying that some of us have to step aside?”

  “If that’s what she wants. But I don’t think she would ever be able to choose between us and pick only one or two of us. Hell, even if she did, we’re all wolf-shifters. We’d still be overwhelming her. Maybe that’s part of the attraction to Oliver. And everything I could find out on the net points to him being a really great guy, good doctor, does a lot of volunteer work in both the human and shifter communities. And he’s a human. She’d be able to handle his needs.”

  “Oh, god. We do have to let her go.”

  “Not necessarily. What if he doesn’t want her in the same way?” Kent was a realist and a worrier. “What if he breaks her heart?”

  “I’m with Tucker. I say we’re waiting when he gets home and we ask his intentions. Maybe he does care for her. Maybe he doesn’t. We can’t make any decisions until we know for sure.”

  “Anyone know where he’s staying?”

  “He’s renting Sam’s place. She doesn’t need it since she moved in with her wolves and it’s just been sitting empty.”

  * * * *

  Oliver was tired. It had been a long day, and he wanted nothing more than to take Otis for a quick walk and then sit in front of the TV with a beer and watch the game. In the past two weeks, he’d only managed to spend a little time here and there with Penelope. He faithfully ate breakfast at the café, but she was working and they only grabbed a few words.

  Once he’d come during lunch, but that time was just as busy, so he bided his time. One morning she’d seemed more distracted than usual and had let slip about the trip to Cabo with her girlfriends. Oliver would have killed to be the one she was going away with, but judging by her expression, it wasn’t going to be fun and games.

  Impulsively, he’d offered to drive them to the airport for no other reason that he’d get to sit next to her in his car for an hour when he dropped them off and another hour when he picked them up. He left nothing to chance and asked, no begged, Ginger and Sam to make sure that Penelope sat up front with him, and, wonder of wonders, they did.