Cry Wolf (Pack Heat Book 2)

by Sam Hall

  "Don't need you to tell me what they look like," I said, grabbing the back of his head and drawing it down. "Human men do that all too much."

  "Have pity on them," he said, placing small, glancing kisses on my lips. "Mortals struggle to describe the forms of goddesses."

  I pulled back and cocked an eyebrow. His dick was rigid, and though many a man had blathered bad poetry to get into a girl's pants, he had to know this was a sure thing. I told him as much. His smile in the darkness was something altogether different, rakish even.

  "Allow me a little gratitude, then. You wake up every morning and see this body. You have no idea what it does to someone like me."

  "Oh, I think I have some idea."

  His lips dropped open slightly as I cupped his balls, feeling the tight weight there. His former claim of aching made sense. He panted as my hand slid upwards, my fingers straining to wrap around his impressive girth. Then his eyes rolled back when I moved them up and down.

  "Fucking hell," he said, head hanging down. "It feels so different. Your hand is so soft, so small, like you can barely fit me."

  "Um, yeah, that's about right. We're going to have to go damn slow and find some lube, otherwise you're going nowhere near me. I get Jack is obviously a pro at taking monster cock, but I've got a ways to go until I'm at his level."

  His hand snapped down on my wrist. "Don't talk about Jack. I get he's masterminded all of this, inserted himself as he always does, but this is not about him. This is about me."

  I covered his wrist with mine and pulled him gently off.

  "There's no one else here but you. No one else I'm touching, no one else's beautiful body on display, no one else aching to come."

  "If you're not yet," he said with a growl, "I'll get you there." He shifted in closer, a shadowy figure now looming over me. His kisses, when they came, felt completely anonymous. A thrill of fear ran up my spine as he grabbed my hands and placed them above my head against the wall, holding them there with one hand while his other slid between my legs.

  "Is it going to feel like silk, sliding into you? Because that's what you feel like now."

  I didn't get a chance to answer, as a loud thumping on the front door made the two of us spring apart. I was surprised when Hawk pushed me behind him, hiding me from whatever threat he'd detected. That was admittedly sweet. Striding over and unlocking it was less so.

  The intruder barrelled in, a flurry of blond hair. For a moment, my heart leapt, thinking it was Shaun. Then I saw the stranger shove Hawk up against the wall, stumbling over the crap left lying on the floor, but the other man had him.

  "I can't do this," he hissed at Hawk. "I fucking can't. I've been lying in our bed, tossing and turning. Fuck, I buried my face in your pillow like some lovestruck moron, trying to trick myself you were still there with me."

  Jack—I'd worked it out now—kissed the other man, hard and long, looking almost as if he was trying to climb inside the other man's mouth.

  "Hawk, you've gotta come home. I can't... Please."

  Hawk's hand, when he raised it to stroke Jack's hair back from his face, was shaking. I felt like some kind of unwelcome voyeur, standing half-naked in my lounge room and watching the emotions spill across their faces.

  "Please..." Jack's voice was less a desperate plea and now a dark, seductive sound, tempting as much as it begged. His long fingers spidered down Hawk's chest, moving lower and lower until he circled the other man's hard length. I saw the difference then—I was positively timid compared to Jack. He jacked Hawk’s cock with a rough, swift efficiency. Hawk widened his stance to keep from being pulled over or due to the pressure building, I wasn't sure. "Spreading your legs for me?" he asked in a low growl. "Turn around, I've got what you need."

  "Julie," Hawk rasped, his breath catching in his chest.

  “What?” Jack jerked away from his lover as if stung, then looked over his shoulder, finally noticing me. "Well, well," he said, taking a step towards me. "What do we have here?"

  In the day time, Jack was all golden skin and hair, an errant sun god come down to earth to work on strengthening the fence line, but the darkness suited him better. All the radiance was muted, and a much more sullen energy was allowed to shine. "You watching the show, sweetheart?"

  "Up until you thumped on my door, I was part of the show," I said, crossing my arms across my chest. "There's obviously something complicated happening here, something I never wanted to get in the middle of. You approached me, several times from memory. You made him your token, left him here with me. What did you think we'd do? Sit around, playing cards?"

  "So that's you I tasted on him?" His grin was a slice of brilliance in the gloom. He licked his lips slowly. "Mmm...sweet."

  "What is your fucking story, Jack? I'm tired, was about to go to bed with the lover you left here, to do what people do when they’re naked. One minute, you act like I'm trying to horn between you, and then you want to spend the rest of the day licking every inch of me. Am I enemy? Or prey?"

  "You think I fucking know? You've got the lot of us panting after you, desperate for the merest look. That changes shit up. Friendships, relationships are all up for grabs. Blokes left their mates for you when you changed. They didn't want to, but their instincts smashed through everything they'd built. Things might have gotten a bit stale, humdrum, but what long term relationship doesn't? They tried to go home to their wife and kids, and found the doors locked against them."

  "This isn't about married guys," I said. "Though I'm sorry for any hurt I caused. I never wanted to split anyone else."

  "No, that's just it with you," he said, stalking closer. "You don't want to hurt anyone, but you do. Shaun only stopped drinking when he passed out." I flinched at that. "Didn't say anything, but I could see it. You ripped his heart out without even trying. Imagine what you could do if you did?"

  "And you're worried about Hawk. Whether I'm going to hurt him, or tear your relationship apart."

  He laughed at that, but there was no joy in it.

  "If only that was it. I love him enough to be able to fight like the devil to keep him, I'm smart enough to outwit a small-town girl, but that's not it. No." He shook his head, his lips pulled back in a snarl. "I'm lying in bed, just after we've fucked, my dick like granite, when Beloved there is drifting off to sleep, aching for you, just like all the others. No matter how hard he tries to drain me—and I'll thank you for the crazy monkey sex of late—part of me wants your hot little cunt fluttering around my cock as I wring every fucking orgasm I can from you."

  I took in a sharp breath, realising only now that I'd been holding it, my oxygen-starved lungs breathing deeply.

  "It's just biology, just hard-wired instinct trying to force the strongest of us to fight to be by your side and sire your kids, but that's not what it feels like. You broke my friend's heart with no more thought than squashing a bug."

  "It wasn't like that!"

  "Wasn't it? Why didn't you give him an opportunity to stand beside you with your other lovers? Why didn't you give him a chance to offer you his grandmother's necklace?"

  "Because he is not pack."

  My words were not my own, the low rumble, the whip of authority something I've never been able to wield.

  "And there it is," he said, poking his finger into my shoulder. A snarl was on my lips before I even thought about it, my hand whipping out and grabbing his wrist, then yanking him to me. He might be taller, but I felt his arms tremble as he tried to break free but couldn't. "You, me, we're all at the mercy of some kind of beast, who rides roughshod over everything we build. There's no point to creating anything, building anything." The muscles in his jaw flexed as he looked over his shoulder at Hawk.

  "You're afraid, Jack, son of Kelly." My voice echoed throughout the room—not my voice, but my beast’s. "You fight what you are, tie yourself and those who love you in knots, trying to avoid what you are. This is as inevitable as the stars. Waste your energy resisting, it'll only make your surrender all t
he sweeter."

  It was right about now I was starting to wonder if I was having some kind of Tyler Durden inspired psychotic break. Hawk moved closer, hand out and ready to go to Jack's shoulder as he just stared at me. Jack’s green eyes glowed with an unearthly light, and then he was on me.

  I don't know if he realised it was me—not the bloody wolf that lurked within me—he was shoving against the wall, but it didn't seem to matter. His mouth was on mine in one second, my shirt yanked up and around my neck. I heard the fabric rip as our lips parted, my tongue capturing his taste of mint, cigarettes, and beer. While kissing Slade settled something deep down inside me, Jack had the opposite effect. I came out fighting.

  "Fucking stop, Jack!"

  Hawk tried to wrench him off me, but I was not about to be placated. I shoved Jack, watching his limbs windmilling with a twist of a smile, but my hand snapped out and grabbed his belt buckle before he fell. I growled at Hawk when he went to intervene, throwing the blond man down on the couch and tearing the front of his pants open with honest to goodness claws. He lay beneath me, eyes wide as I looked at my fingers, now curved with long vicious claws that were slowly receding. By the time I pulled out his dick, they had returned to human form.

  "Last chance, son of Kelly, grandson of Ophelia. Tirian do not rape. Say no," I said, palming his rigid length, "and I'll never bother you again. You can take your pretty lover and spend a long and happy life together." I watched his face, saw the moment when he knew he was going to say yes. He nodded, unable to get the words out.

  I smiled as I moved over him, slowly rubbing the head of his dick against my wet cunt. His brows jerked down, his mouth going wide as I worked him in. It was a slow process—did they all need to have such big dicks?—but my body was thrumming with the unique pleasure of being completely full. When I moved, it was with the long lope of the wolf. Along with the shove of his cock inside me, I could almost feel the thud of my paws slamming down onto the ground as I ran. I ripped open his shirt and placed my palms on the tattoos on his shoulders, one hand on each Tirian, noting they were identical to Hawk's. I closed my eyes against the lambent green glow of his eyes and just felt.

  Usually, I needed something more than just dick, but perhaps whatever this was made life that much easier for me. I bit my lip, my head twisting on my neck as I focussed on the drag of him in me. The big crown of his cock felt like it was forcing itself against the front wall of my cunt, rubbing a thick, heavy pressure against my g-spot. It was quite a different pleasure, a dull, almost sullen sensation, but as we moved together, our strokes growing faster and faster, something huge built inside me.

  In my mind’s eye, I raced along a dark landscape, not fleeing, but running towards something. A black sun rose above a lake of midnight, its reflection mirrored on the water’s surface. I ran, the air feeling tangible, slick and silky, like thousands of gentle fingers trailing through my fur as I passed. Pleasure spiked harder inside me as I chased it, the great obsidian orb rising and rising, while I sprinted faster and faster to try and catch it. It would burn me whole, consume with no thought, but I strove with everything I had to reach it. I got to the edge of the lake, seeing the star begin to rise, and I leapt.

  Returning to reality, I was hit by a chaotic maelstrom of sensation. Jack's hands dug into my hips, shoving me down on his cock as we hurtled towards orgasm. My clit throbbed, my mouth going wide when he changed his angle. "Oh fuck!" I yelped, moving now in earnest.

  "You better come soon," he snarled.

  I leaned back, my whole body swaying with our movements, and my eyes closed for a second. I felt it, the familiar prickle along my spine, the most glorious ache inside me. As I came, I saw the wolf in my mind's eye bite the black sun, and then, everything exploded.

  I couldn't move, couldn’t keep going to pull Jack down with me, my nails lengthening as I raked at his chest, my whole body rigid as I braced myself. I was pummelled by pleasure, shaking, my mouth open and howling as wave after wave hit me.

  "Fuck yes," Jack snapped, sitting up and gripping my hips as he shot inside me. I felt every damn spurt, the shudders wracking his body with each pulse. Then he shoved me off him, got to his feet, and strode towards Hawk.

  I nodded to the two of them, my eyes sliding to where Jack dropped to his knees, taking Hawk's cock down his throat with admirable ease. Hawk's hand was in Jack's hair, pulling him down on his dick, but his eyes were on me as he came.

  I went into an empty bedroom, saw strange furnishings and smelled strange scents, but refused to pay much attention to sensory information. I was overloaded, pure and simple. I didn't have another conversation, negotiation, emotion or fuck to give. When I slipped under the cool covers, I shivered, my body tensing and trembling. Tears leaked out as I curled up hard, trying to calm down, but more came because I was crying alone. I lay there like that, until sleep descended.

  10

  Someone was stroking me as I slept. I felt like I had swum up, up from under the black water of the lake I'd seen in my mind's eye, the viscous fluid holding a heavier than normal weight as I pushed through it. By the time I breached it, I was panting with the effort.

  Which didn't explain why I was lying on a bundle of furs in what looked like a medieval cottage.

  "Ah, there she is." Apparently, she was my nipple, as a strange hand reached from behind me and gave it a tweak. "These are quite lovely. So lush."

  I jerked away and heard peals of laughter as I clambered clumsily from the fur nest. When I stood, I looked for the owner of the voice and the hand, and was horrified at the result.

  There he lay, the black wolf, resplendent on the pelts, his pale skin unmarked as it had been just after I'd left his cell. His hand toyed with his rigid cock almost absently, but those blue eyes stared into mine.

  "Finally taken a mate, little queen? I have been waiting for you to form your court. You activate your mating bond, you activate all of your mating bonds."

  "All of them? I only activated one."

  He smiled at this, finally leaving his dick alone and getting to his feet. I shied back when he approached me, so he held up a hand. I had no idea what magic this was, but I couldn't move a muscle.

  "Mmm..." he purred in appreciation as he inspected my body. "What a pity I couldn't mark you in much more pleasant ways. Look at you quiver, my darling. I could almost persuade myself it was in anticipation.”

  Not fucking likely, I snarled in my mind, unable to move my lips.

  "Well, let's reveal your other mark, anyway. I'm hurt you don't wear it with pride." He pouted, honest to goodness pouted, as he pulled my hair to one side. He stroked his fingers over my neck, the place where he'd bitten me, and inside my head, I cried out at the sudden burn of pain. For a split second, it was as if he'd bitten me again and the venom was burning into my skin. "There, now all of your mate bonds are in place."

  He looked down at my body with a possessive eye, sweeping his hand down my collarbone and cupping my breast before sliding it across my stomach.

  "Yes, you're just perfect. None of them are going to resist this splendour laid out for their delectation." His hand slipped between my legs. If I could have snarled, bit, slashed, or torn his fucking head off, I'd have done it. Instead, my body betrayed me. "So wet..." he hissed, the black pupils in his eyes flaring. He pulled his fingers away, showing me the glistening evidence there, despite no feeling of arousal from me. He licked them, a horrible echo of Finn's gesture before. "Your reluctant lover is right. So sweet. Just the honeypot to lure those I need to your side."

  He rested his forehead against mine, smiling as he said, "Come to me, little queen. Soon, or this will become a nightly ritual.

  11

  I woke with a start, my heart pounding. For a moment, I just stared at the strange walls, the morning sunlight creeping past the edges of the blackout curtains. Then, as the aches and pains in my body returned to inform me just what I'd gotten up to yesterday, it all came back, including the ache in my neck. My hand sl
apped against the skin and felt the corrugations of scarring where before, there was only smoothness. I felt a traitorous throb in my groin in response, even as my mind recoiled with disgust.

  And there was a lot to be disgusted by. I flopped against the bedhead as it came rushing in—Shaun, Hawk, Jack, Slade... Fuck. I didn't know if I'd ever behaved as badly in a twenty-four-hour period in my entire life.

  As if to throw fuel on the fire, I realised I stank of sweat, my hair stringy with it, and I felt sticky between my thighs. God, I felt disgusting, this awful post-orgy crustiness. No, my mind supplied, you are disgusting. 'You don't want to hurt anyone, but you do. Shaun only stopped drinking when he passed out.' Jack's words reverberated through my brain, coupled with the look of agony on Shaun’s face, when he realised I wasn't going to accept his petition.

  It was about then that it all began to snowball. Slade's look of devastation when I walked out on him, jumping the fence to get away from him, looking blankly at his mum when she offered to give me one of her beautiful dresses, Brandon's look of horror when I marked Slade, Finn's long-suffering stoicism. And the sex. So much fucking sex. I rubbed at my face, harder and harder, just wanting it all to stop.

  I leapt from the bed, needing to do something, anything to stop this feeling. I felt the tatters of Slade's shirt around my neck and ripped that off, leaving the pieces on the floor as I opened the door. It felt just like me, stepping away from the destruction I’d caused and walking free. Plenty of the guys were up when I walked into the living room, naked. Finn's eyebrows shot up when he saw me, the coffee pot he was holding missing the cup he was trying to pour it into. Brandon took me in and started towards me, but I stopped him with an upheld hand. Jack and Hawk huddled together on the couch, their eyes burning on my skin as I passed.

  "Jules..." Aaron said with a smile as he came out of the bathroom. "What happened to you last night? I missed you." He moved into my side, the damp heat of his towel pressing into my skin. "I had the most delicious thing planned for you this morning. We could—"