Pack Mentality

by Idella Breen

  “As in the sister of Mary Vega.” It wasn’t a question and Remus was holding back a wince when her grip tightened even more.

  “The older sister of Mary, yes. She’s mentioned you.”

  “All good things, I hope?”

  Jezebel simply smirked and released her grip before turning back to Nathan. “Really Nathan, if either of these two gives you trouble, let me know.”

  Nathan smiled. “Sure thing, but I’m sure I can handle them.” He gestured towards one of the empty boxing rings. “Hey, why don’t I test you two now before everyone else shows up? I could run through some basic things and maybe you two could help with some demonstrations during class. How about it?”

  Aaron grinned and Sheik was nodding her head like a bobblehead.

  “Alright, let’s leave the grown-ups to,” he paused, “mingle.”

  “Yeah, hey Remus, Snow and I have some things to speak with you about. We’ll wait by the front door for you, okay? Good,” Cait said and dragged her mate along with her.

  Now there was an awkward tension in the air between Remus, Gwen, and her mates.

  “So—” Remus began.

  A loud buzzing interrupted him and everyone turned to Silvia when she answered her cellphone.

  “Yes?” She said as she walked away from the group.

  Jezebel tucked a strand of hair behind Gwen’s ear drawing her attention. “Are you busy today?”

  Gwen shrugged and turned to Remus. He frowned then shuddered when Jezebel glared at him.

  “Um, not that I know of?” He said and Gwen smiled up at Jezebel.

  “Why?”

  “I thought the three of us could get to know one another a bit better.”

  Gwen opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by Silvia. “Sorry, I’ll have to take a rain check. I have some business to take care of.”

  “A shame.”

  “I’ll be free tomorrow afternoon though,” Silvia said.

  Jezebel nodded, “Gwen?”

  Gwen ignored Remus when he frowned. “I’ll also be free, right alpha?”

  He sulked. “Right.”

  Jezebel couldn’t help but smirk. “Why don’t we all meet at my place.”

  Remus opened his mouth but Gwen glared at him and said, “That sounds wonderful. I’ll be glad to go alone.”

  Remus flushed but held his tongue. Jezebel ran her hand along Gwen jaw making her shudder. “Wonderful. Silvia?”

  “That’s alright by me as well.”

  “I’ll text you both my address then. We can meet just after lunch. My siblings will have run off to do whatever it is they do these days,” she said the last bit while staring at Remus. His lips were set in a hard line probably with the effort it took to not speak.

  “Great. I must be going now, though,” Silvia reached out and kissed Gwen then Jezebel on their cheek before she smirked at Remus and left.

  Jezebel turned back to Gwen once Silvia was out of sight. “Did you want to get some lunch right now? Aaron and Sheik’s class will last an hour.”

  “I’d love to.”

  “Gwen—”

  “And Remus won’t mind, will he?” Jezebel bared her teeth at him. “After all, I’d hate to have to tell Mary that her boss is a rude man.”

  He couldn’t hold back the growl at such a direct challenge but nodded through it. “Just bring her back before dark.”

  “Of course.”

  Remus stalked passed her and joined Cait and Snow who were standing by the front door waiting for him.

  Gwen touched her lips to Jezebel’s fingers. “You shouldn’t be so hard on him. He’s trying.”

  Jezebel smiled and caressed her cheek. “We all are, Gwen.”

  Gwen smiled. “Lead the way then.”

  Jezebel smiled and leaned in. Gwen felt her anxiety spark but settled when Jezebel simply pressed her lips to her forehead and took her hand leading her out of the gym.

  12

  Gwen was running late. Remus had tried to force her to take Sam with her like some sort of chaperone. Who does that? She grumbled. She managed to talk her way out of it but it had taken the better part of an hour of arguing and now she was nearly an hour and a half late. Pulling into Jezebel's driveway, she parked next to the white SUV that Gwen had seen Silvia driving yesterday, Gwen gaped at the mansion as she climbed out of her car. Jezebel had forgotten to mention that she was loaded. Gwen shook her head and made her way to the front door. In her texts, Jezebel had told her to just come in when she got there. Gwen could already hear sounds signaling that her mates were there and waiting for her.

  "Here goes nothing," she sighed and turned the knob.

  Silvia possessed many useful qualities, patience was not one of them.

  "I told you to sit down!" Silvia growled and Jezebel smirked.

  The two women faced off in the kitchen, a mess of broken porcelain and tea staining the tiles between them.

  "And I told you, I can clean up this mess." Jezebel bent down but Silvia reached out and gripped her hand halting her movements once again.

  "Jezebel — "

  Jezebel frowned. "I told you to call me Jazz."

  Silvia ignored her. "I broke it, so please, let me clean up this mess."

  Jezebel gave an exasperated sigh. "It's really no problem."

  "Please, just go sit down in the living room and enjoy your tea. I'll make another one and meet you in there."

  Jezebel threw her hands up disentangling Silvia's light grip. "Dogs are impossible!"

  Silvia frowned.

  "Oh, don't look at me like that grumpy pants. Not even Gwen is this aggravating. It must be a dog demon things. Wolves are a lot less —“

  "What?" Silvia growled towering over Jezebel. "Go on, say it. I dare you."

  Jezebel met her gaze, a spark of challenge in her eyes along with something sharper, warmer, dangerous. "Uxorious," Jezebel whispered. Silvia had stepped into her space. They breathed the same heated air as Silvia's eyes glinted in the harsh lighting of the kitchen.

  "Kitty cat, are you looking for a fight?" Silvia said softly, her gaze never wavering from the plump scarlet lips that made her weak in the knees just as often as they made her blood boil.

  "Is the big bad dog demon going to do something about it?" They both spoke softly as if the moment called for it, the tension in the air between them hummed with barely restrained energy.

  It happened fast. One minute, Silvia was tempted to yell, the next she was smashing her lips to Jezebel's. Jezebel released a wanton moan and molded her body into her's. Their tongues tangled, teeth nipped, breath mingled. Silvia hoisted Jezebel up onto the counter.

  "I'm going to fuck you until you break,” Silvia snarled nipping harshly at Jezebel's neck.

  "You fucking better!" Jezebel pulled her up to lock lips once again while wrapping her legs around her.

  Jezebel ground her pelvis into Silvia's stomach as the demon growled and lifted her up, squeezing the ass she'd been daydreaming about since yesterday. Jezebel buried her hands into soft white locks and dragged the woman's head back to stare into icy blue eyes.

  "Jazz, what do you need me — "

  "Shut up, shut up — " Jezebel groaned and ground into her harder and gasped. "Just — hurry up and fuck me."

  Silvia stumbled and slammed her against a wall. She sucked on Jezebel's tongue making the woman moan as her nails bit into her shoulder.

  "Jazz — bedroom?"

  "Upstairs, second door on the right," Jezebel gasped, then her mouth was nibbling and kissing a trail down Silvia's neck in a way that was highly distracting for the dog demon. It was also making her attempts to get them upstairs without tripping a messy one. She pushed Jezebel up against her bedroom door to leave a hickey behind her ear drawing a breathy moan from the woman before she turned the doorknob and stumbled her way into the room.

  Jezebel dropped down to her feet when Silvia regrettably released her hold on her ass and they both worked to get Silvia's pants
off, though Jezebel's shaky fingers seemed to hinder more than they helped. Jezebel gave an appreciative glance at the black lacy underwear and then promptly ripped them off.

  "Hey!"

  "I'll buy you more."

  Silvia helped her get off her blouse then abruptly pushed her down onto the bed. Jezebel laughed as she bounced a little bit. She practically ripped off her skirt and panties and welcomed Silvia into her arms after the woman stripped off her shirt and bra. Silvia placed her warm hand on Jezebel's stomach. The heat made her shudder as the hand trailed up to the area just beneath her breasts and drew teasing circles making her break out in goosebumps. Silvia nipped at her lower lip. Then warm breath was against the shell of her ear. "Tell me now, if you don't want this to happen. I'll be honest here, this is a terrible idea, for both of us, but I want you and I can smell how much you want me. So, tell me, no, or I'm going to fuck you until you forget your name."

  Jezebel nearly laughed. Not want this to happen? Silvia sucked her earlobe into her mouth and Jezebel gripped her shoulder tighter. She was so turned on she couldn't even think straight. "Please. Stay. Don't go."

  Her touch was soft and exploring and made Jezebel dizzy with anticipation. "Please," Jezebel gasped out again.

  Silvia nipped at her neck, trailing kisses down to where her neck met her shoulder. Her breath was hot against her skin. "Do you want me inside of you? Would you like me to touch you, Jazz? I can make you feel so much better. Do you want that? I know I do."

  Jezebel nodded. "I want it."

  She felt the smile against her skin before the dog demon suddenly cupped her breasts through the satin of her bra. "Excellent, that's what I was hoping to hear." Jezebel looked up at her, a dare in her eyes, as Silvia bent down and sucked a nipple through the material leaving a wet spot where her mouth had been.

  Jezebel shuddered. "God, that feels good. Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

  Silvia smirked. "I don't plan to."

  "Fuck. Take it off. Jesus, take it off, Silvia."

  Silvia chuckled, "Sensitive?"

  "Fuck you."

  "I think what you want is for me to fuck you," Jezebel growled but sighed when Silvia unhooked her bra and began massaging her breasts, her warm hands on soft supple skin. Jezebel couldn't take it anymore and reached down, grabbed Silvia's face, and dragged her up to capture her lips in a desperate kiss. Tongues battled. Silvia drew back and placed a soft kiss on her lips before diving back down to capture a pert nipple in her mouth. Jezebel shuddered and arched her back.

  "Just like that. Yes. More, baby."

  Silvia swirled her tongue around the other nipple and pinched the other one, pulling it, then kneading it, molding it to her hand. Her touch grew more possessive with each passing moment. Jezebel moaned and tried to close her legs to rub them together. She needed more friction. Something. Silvia gazed hungrily up at her. "Do you like that?"

  Jezebel groaned at a loss for words. She was beginning to realize that Silvia enjoyed talking during intimacy.

  "More."

  Silvia's smile was positively predatory. "I'm going to fuck you now. Do you want that?"

  "Fuck. Fuck. Just fuck me already. Just — "

  Three fingers were suddenly buried deep inside of her aching cunt. Jezebel's head slammed against the pillow and her mouth was open in a silent scream.

  "Yeah, just like that, baby. So wet. I slipped so easily into you. I bet you taste delicious but I'll have to wait until next time. I can feel you're so close already." Silvia thrust into her in a slow agonizing pace. Her thumb trailed once, then twice, over Jezebel's clit and suddenly Jezebel was moving her hips to the rhythm of her thrusts to meet them in a relentlessly slow dance. Jezebel sighed in relief as three fingers pushed deeper then curled inside of her. Her hips pushed up to get a better angle and meet the jerky movements that rubbed the rough tissue on the inside wall of her cunt. Short, short, deep. Short, short, deep. Which each deep thrust Silvia curled her fingers to hit her just right as she pulled out only to make a come hither motion with her fingers that had Jezebel's toes curling.

  "There you go, baby. You can feel it coming, can't you? Just like that. You're so beautiful like this, so desperate for my touch."

  Jezebel heard the sound of a door closing downstairs but her attention was quickly drawn back to what Silvia was doing to her body. Silvia's thumb had started rubbing tighter circles against her clit as she kept up a steady rhythm.

  "Do you want to come, Jazz?"

  "Yes," Jezebel managed to get out between gasps.

  "Do you want it harder?"

  "Fuck me harder, Silvia!"

  Silvia growled deep in her throat and suddenly her thrusts were faster, harder, jerkier. Jezebel pushed up on her toes as her hips tried to keep up. Her neck strained against the pillow as she reached out to hold onto something, anything. One hand gripped Silvia's shoulder while the other desperately held onto the headboard. The bed creaked and the springs groaned as the headboard slapped against the wall.

  "Fuck!"

  "What's your name?" Silvia asked. She was fucking her fast and hard and Jezebel couldn't talk, couldn't think, she just held on tighter.

  "What's your name?"

  "I don't — I can’t— "

  Jezebel felt something give inside of her and suddenly she was falling. Jezebel seized, her mouth open in another silent scream that ended with a breathy moan.

  "I've got you," Silvia said softly as she slowed her rhythm and helped Jezebel ride out her orgasm until finally, Jezebel seemed to relax into her embrace. Silvia pulled her fingers out and wiped them on the blanket before settling her hand against Jezebel's belly. Her touch, harsh and brutal before, now soothed and calmed. Euphoria settled over Jezebel as Silvia laid down on the bed next to her. This felt right, being held by Silvia. Jezebel smiled. Silvia nuzzled into Jezebel's hair but looked up when she suddenly heard the bedroom door creak open wider.

  Gwen felt many things. Sometimes she felt stupid, most of the time she lacked sexual desire, and sometimes she was dazzled by beautiful people. So, when she walked into Jezebel's home and the potent smell of sex permeated the entire house, she was not turned on. This did not mean that she wasn't affected. Gwen would have to be dead to not be affected. That much sex in the air, those breathy sounds, the squeaks and groans of bed springs upstairs, if her ears were to be trusted, would have affected even the most stoic and frigid of people. Gwen was alive and well and what she lacked in the desire for sex she made up with in heaps of embarrassment.

  Gwen's face was red. Not just red though, Gwen's blush was a vibrant cherry red that began at her chest and traveled to the tips of her ears as a rather loud exclamation of,

  "Fuck me harder, Silvia!"

  Quickly followed by a guttural growl were enough to make anyone falter. Gwen did indeed falter, yet something else happened. Something different. Something unexpected.

  Gwen felt her wolf tremble and shake and the beast from within demanded that she relinquish control. Gwen stumbled into the foyer catching herself on the small shoe rack.

  "What—“

  A shockwave of need shot through her and the next thing she knew she was on four legs and making her way towards the stairs. Gwen was both aware and yet lacked control over her next few actions. As a wolf, she made her way up the stairs and followed her nose down the hall. A breathy moan followed by a husky, "I've got you," pulled her towards the room smelling strongly of musk and desire.

  She nudged the door open with her nose and stared at the two panting women on the bed tangled in the sheets. Silvia noticed her first and laid her hand on Jezebel to get her attention.

  "Jazz."

  "What?"

  "Look."

  Gwen stared at them from the doorway. She wanted to enter but her wolf held her back. The beast was in full control and it was waiting for something. It needed some type of signal. Jezebel waved a hand motioning for her to come to them. That was all the permission the beast needed. Gwen leaped at h
er mates, teeth bared and released a whine as she sunk her teeth into Silvia’s shoulder.

  Silvia released a gasp but Jezebel held a hand to her arm, a silent plea to not fight back. Then Gwen released her grip and sunk her teeth into Jezebel's shoulder. After a silent moment, Gwen let go and fell onto the bed exhausted and whined.

  "Shhh, Gwen. You're okay. Good girl. It's okay," Jezebel rubbed her fur soothingly, scratching behind her ears gently. "Go to sleep. We'll be here when you wake up."

  Gwen released another whine but relaxed into the soothing ministrations of her mates.

  "What just happened, Jazz?"

  "I'd say that we are officially mates."

  "Officially?"

  "Yes, go look at the bite mark in the bathroom. It's changing shape. It looks like a moon but it's still forming."

  There's was a short silence before Silvia's husky timbre interrupted it. "Your's looks like a sun."

  Jezebel chuckled. "You seem to be our dark knight."

  Silvia snorted. "Well, Kitty cat. You seem to be our little sunshine. Does that make Gwen the stars between us?"

  Jezebel's soft hands ran along the bridge of Gwen's nose and the werewolf absently realized that she was human again. Her eyes were too heavy to open so she snuggled into the warmth of the two women on either side of her.

  Jezebel sighed. "I think Gwen was always meant to be the Milky Way bridge that connects us. She's the stars, and the space, and the mystery and everything lovely that lays between us. Our Gwenevere, the fair one."

  The next morning found Gwen in the living room seated on a long gray couch with Jezebel and Silvia on either side. They each had a cup of coffee, Gwen had tea, and there was a tension think enough to cut with a hot knife between them. Silvia set her coffee down on the end table.

  "I won't have sex with either of you," Gwen blurts out after setting her teacup down as well. Taking a deep breath she meets both of her mate's gazes and locks eyes with one before the other, "I won't have sex with either of you because I don't like sex."