Taken as Theirs

by Kryssie Fortune

  Rubbing her body against his, she moaned for more. When Eli teased her lips with his tongue, pleasured shudders ran through her body. He pulled her lower lip between his, nibbling it gently. Cassie had never felt so excited or so needy.

  When his tongue slid between her lips, he tasted of fresh mint and herbs. She writhed against him, rubbing her groin against his cock, silently begging for more. He deepened their kiss, his tongue dominating hers as he claimed her mouth.

  The restraints and the blindfold heightened her other senses. The touch of his fingertip along her spine made her whimper again. Her Lycans were all about intensity and need. Nipples pearled, she ached for his touch.

  Willing and eager, she panted as her pussy grew hot and sticky. When he broke off their kiss and stepped back, she moaned with frustration. His withdrawal left her squirming in her bonds.

  Behind her, she heard Eli pick something up from a table. His hands returned to her breasts, rubbing and massaging, occasionally pinching her nipples. His sensual massage spread something sweet smelling and sticky over them.

  The heady aroma of rose oil and the way he palmed her breasts made her body ache with longing. Relaxing into her bonds, she sank into a world of heady delights and wicked intent.

  He sucked one peaked nipple between his lips and bit down gently. All the while he teased her other nipple between his finger and thumb. Heat sparked inside her, and her pussy felt as though a tidal wave of damp heat surged through it.

  Pressure built inside her. Her womb contracted. Juices spilled from her cleft. Her breath hitched, and she panted with wanton desires. Her orgasm grew into a tangible force, ready to shudder along her spine and explode through her limbs. She teetered on its edge, her body trembling with unfulfilled need. One more stroke of his clever fingers and she’d come.

  Eli moved away, leaving her lost in a fog of desire. When he spoke, he sounded as though he stood by the back wall. “Not yet, princess. No orgasms until I say.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Cassie craved the climax Eli denied her. Her clit throbbed and ached. Frustration rippled through her. Squirming, she rubbed her thighs together, desperate for relief. She teetered on the verge of something monumental and huge. “Please, Sir, don’t stop.”

  But he did.

  Hips writhing, head thrashing, she wailed. He waited until she stilled then moved behind her. His hands left a trail of rose oil over her belly as they headed south. Tingles started in her cunny, and she opened her legs wider.

  “Such an eager princess,” Eli teased. “Dane punished you with pain and heat. Tonight, I’ll punish you with sensation and pleasure.”

  He ran his fingers through her pussy and pinched at her clit. Overheated and desperate, she seethed with need. Rubbing her clit against his fingers, she leaned into his embrace. He laughed and kept massaging her clit. Naked, bound, and blindfolded, she couldn’t swallow, couldn’t think. Her eyes glazed, and her legs felt rubbery. Every pleasure sensor on her body hummed. He stoked an inferno inside her, and she burned to come.

  He backed off and flicked his forefinger over both her engorged nipples. The sting of pain heightened her need. Her nipples stuck up in red points, and ready to scream in frustration, she quivered and shook. Sensual hunger pulsed through her, leaving her tearful and on edge. The way he left her thrumming with need was worse than last night’s figging.

  When he kissed her again, she turned her head aside, terrified he’d back off again. Eli buried his hands in her hair and tugged her mouth back to his. Lips locked against hers, his kiss rekindled the fire his sensual massage had sparked.

  Desire flooded her soul. Kissing him back, she rubbed her bare cunny against his jeans. His fingers returned to rubbing her clit, teasing it until she whimpered and begged. “Please.”

  His hands slid to her butt cheeks, cupping them and pulling her cunny against him. He dry humped her like a teenager in heat. Her heart rate soared when she felt his solid cock through his jeans. Circling her hips against it, she tried to bring herself off.

  Heat consumed her, making her body tingle with wicked urges. Flames of desire fanned the pressure building in her cunny. This frustrating, wonderful man sparked a wildfire inside her, and she wanted to burn.

  When Eli backed off again, she felt like Mount St. Helens ready to erupt.

  “No!” she whined. Tears threatened. She squirmed from foot to foot, rubbing her thighs together, desperate to find some relief. If he didn’t let her come soon, she’d explode.

  Eli moved behind her, and once Cassie stilled in her bonds, he gave her pubic hair a gentle tug. His fingers moved lower, circling her clit and making her sob with need. A bonfire blazed inside her, its flames touching her soul. Longing choked her, making her tremble and pant as it threatened her sanity. If he didn’t bring her off soon, she’d forget how to breathe.

  When he tapped on her clit, she almost leaped in the air. Pleasure overwhelmed her, but it only added to the pressure inside her. Her cunny dripped with her intimate juice. Every touch of his hand, every taste of his lips left her desperate for the orgasm he denied her. She couldn’t see, couldn’t think, couldn’t come. Feeling as though she balanced on a precipice, she wept for him to take her over the edge. Legs spread, hips circling, she tried to ride his fingers. She panted and writhed, ready to do whatever it took for him to give her the relief she craved.

  The way he petted her clit drove her wild. The pressure ramped up inside her and her pelvic muscles tensed. Sensing she teetered on the edge of orgasm, he withdrew again.

  Throwing back her head, she howled like a she-wolf on the prowl for her mate. Eli’s breathing turned hard and fast as he kept his distance. She heard a zip unfasten and prayed he’d screw her soon. He went silent for a moment then his growl echoed with satisfaction. Damn it, did he just bring himself off when he’d left her hanging? What a waste. She craved his cum on her lips or in her cunny, but he spilled it on the brew house floor.

  His voice oozed satisfaction. “That’s better. A man needs relief when he gets worked up. Keep that howling up, princess, and every Lycan in the area will come running to service you.”

  His words horrified her, and she bit her lip, determined to stay silent no matter how frustrated Eli made her. Her need to come drove her out-of-her-head crazy. Her thoughts shattered, and her body wept with need. Hardly able to string two words together, she panted, “I’m sorry. So sorry. Please, Sir, let me come.”

  He chuckled, his lips not far from her ear. “That’s what I needed to hear.”

  Once she stilled, he knelt at her feet, his hands on her damp thighs. He ran his tongue through her cunny, tasting her intimate juices. It felt rough, as though he’d partially shifted to better eat her out.

  “Delicious,” he groaned.

  He nibbled her clit and tasted her again. Her head thrashed back and forth, and she opened her legs so wide she almost swung in her bonds. When he speared her with his tongue, she sobbed with need. “Don’t stop, Sir. I can’t take anymore.”

  “I could go all night,” he teased. His tongue returned to her cunny and his little finger crept into her arse. She tensed as he penetrated her darkest hole, but he speared her pussy with his tongue again. All rational thought fled.

  Her body undulated with need. His little finger plunged deeper, making her hitch in a breath. He waited for her to acclimate, then slid a second finger in her arse. “When we claim you, I’ll screw your pussy while Dane takes you here. Between us, we’ll make you scream with pleasure.”

  Her clit throbbed so hard it hurt. Frissons of electricity radiated from her cunny, heating her womb. She gasped and writhed as he plunged his fingers in and out of her arse. When he worried her clit between his teeth, she came in a tidal wave of damp heat.

  He toyed with her clit until he’d wrung every drop of cum from her. Her head fell forward and her knees turned weak. He supported her with one arm while he released her from her bonds. Like Dane before him, he carried her to the table and chai
rs where she’d stargazed last night. She sat on his lap and nestled against his chest, barely able to keep her eyes open.

  Eli let her doze for a while then gently shook her awake. “You need to eat, princess.”

  He spread the picnic over the table and fed her bites of fresh salmon and salad. Cassie gazed at him, her utter contentment showing in her eyes. “This is the most delicious meal ever, but should I suck you off now?”

  He fed her a slice of tomato. “I saw to it when you were howling like a she-wolf. I’ll be going back to clean my spunk from the brew house floor later. I couldn’t get you so turned on and not come myself.”

  Eyes half closed, she nodded. “I’d have loved to watch that. You and Dane are amazing, but I never imagined myself with two men. It sounds sinful and wicked, but with you two, it’s wonderful. I suppose that makes me some kind of slut, but I couldn’t choose between you and Dane if I tried.”

  “The sweetest slut in the world,” Eli told her, “and we’ll never expect you to choose between us. The pack’s diplomatic mission will be home soon then you can make your choice. I hope me and Dane are still in the running.”

  She reached up and ran her finger around his lips. “You’re the only ones in the race.”

  * * *

  Cassie spent the next morning daydreaming about the two Lycans who’d stolen her heart. Wicked as sharing herself with them sounded, the world had changed. Anything was permissible in this new world order. By mid-morning, she’d finished work on the water filter. Knowing Alpha Simon had summoned Dane and Eli, she decided to stroll down to the harbor.

  Gardens ran wild, spilling into neighboring verges. Walking past homes that had once housed families and rung with laughter saddened her.

  Sable appeared from nowhere. “What? No protectors?”

  Cassie stopped dead. “I’m a member of the Dark Moon Prowlers. I don’t need protectors on my home turf.”

  “Deluded human. You’ll never be one of us.” Sable’s bones cracked and popped. Her limbs stretched and contorted. Her eyes glazed then shone with animal cunning. Her fingernails morphed into needle-sharp claws and her teeth turned into fangs. Soft down covered her body, too fine to be fur, too thick to be human.

  Like a female Bigfoot on steroids, her muscles stretched and grew until her clothes hung off her in tatters. Fully turned, she bared her teeth and stalked toward Cassie. “Eli wanted me before he got a whiff of your stupid hormones. I won’t let him waste his potential on a puny human.”

  Backing off, Cassie glanced around. This abandoned street was halfway between the clifftop castle and the docks. She recognized the overgrown gardens and crashed car from the day she’d arrived. This far away from the occupied parts of town, no one would hear if she screamed for help. But how did she outrun a fully turned werewolf?

  Head up, Cassie backed away one slow step at a time. “Whatever Michael told you, he lured me ashore, and like a fool, I fell for his lies. His flirtatious games could have cost me everything.”

  “He should have let them have you,” Sable growled and swiped her claws down Cassie’s arm. “Eli wanted me until you turned up. He’s always had a wandering eye, but didn’t he tell you? He fell head over heels for Nyssa, the daughter of the Black Cardinals’ alpha.”

  Cassie stepped back, her right hand covering wounds in her left bicep. Blood stained her fingers and dripped onto the ground. Bleeding didn’t bother her much, but the pain in her heart almost knocked the fight out of her. “You’re wrong. Eli loves me.”

  A strange noise—half laughter, half growl—rumbled through Sable’s chest. “Is that why he told both the Black Cardinals and the Dark Moon Prowlers that Nyssa’s his soulmate? It didn’t stop him screwing me, though. That wolf doesn’t have a faithful bone in his body.”

  When Sable swiped for her throat, Cassie ducked and screamed. No one could reach her in time to save her. Her survival depended on her quick wits. But how did she survive a werewolf attack?

  Cassie struggled, trying to pull back, but the she-wolf held her so tight she drew blood with her claws. Left-handed, Cassie scrabbled in the front pocket of her dungarees for her screwdriver. Then she rammed it into Sable’s arm.

  Sable shrieked and released her rigor mortis tight grip. Cassie turned and ran. The crashed car beckoned, but it offered no security. Sable would still be able to reach through the broken windows and claw out her throat.

  Since she was smaller than Sable, she’d have to be smarter. Her small stature could be her greatest asset. Running to the car that had rammed the house, Cassie yanked the rear door open. The front seats rocked at her touch, their mountings broken. Pellets of broken safety glass littered every surface. The hood had plowed so far inside the front tires stood in the hallway.

  In an attempt to stop the house collapsing, someone had piled boulders around the wreckage. Sable growled and raced toward it. Cassie wriggled between the seats and into the front. From there, she crawled through the broken windshield and into the house. She raced through the hallway, but none of the inner doors would open.

  Trapped! Her only way was up. Racing up the stairs, she ran to the back of the house, planning to shin down a drainpipe. When she opened the window, the hillside dropped away. This might be the first floor at the front of the house, but it was the second at the back. She’d still have chanced the drainpipe, but part of it had come away from the wall. She needed to find another way out of here.

  Pulse racing, she glanced around. Nothing. No escape route. No weapons. And no hiding places. Panic welled up inside her. She ran across the landing, hardly giving the jardinière full of dead plants a second glance. When she stared out the front windows, she saw Sable heaving at one of the tightly wedged boulders.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Like a schoolboy waiting to see the headmaster, Eli glanced across at Dane as they fidgeted outside their father’s office. Something must be wrong, or he’d have come in person rather than send an urgent summons. Finally, a stern-faced woman in a gray suit waved them into their father’s presence.

  Alpha Simon sat back in his chair, outwardly relaxed but strain showed around his eyes. “Shooters with silver bullets have one of our salvage teams pinned down on the outskirts of London. Amelia witnessed two of them take hits that didn’t heal when they shifted. Rather than fight a losing battle, she ran back for help. That’s where you come in.”

  Concerned for his pack mates, Dane growled in frustration and fury. Going anywhere before they claimed Cassie wasn’t right. “Didn’t the demons’ barrier stop them entering London?”

  Their father shook his head. “It seems not, that’s another thing I need you to look into.”

  Hating that they’d have to accept the mission, Eli growled, “Where’s Amelia now?”

  “She’s collapsed on a bed in the infirmary, resting. Hardly surprising since she’d run for twenty-four hours straight to fetch help. You’ll have to delay your trip until she’s up and about. I’ll have someone wake her at six p.m. You can set out right after that. I’ve arranged a couple of bullock carts to help with the transport.”

  Neither Eli nor Dane would willingly leave Cassie, but she couldn’t make her choice until she’d met all the pack. Both men hated that they hadn’t claimed her yet.

  Eli growled, furious that pack protocols left him, Dane, and Cassie in limbo. While the pack mattered, Cassie mattered more. But as the Dark Moon Prowlers’ main troubleshooters, he and Dane dealt with anything untoward.

  If a breeder needed kidnapping, they took care of it. If someone shot their pack mates, they got them to safety before taking out the shooters. For the first time, they resented their chosen roles, but they couldn’t let their pack mates down.

  Dane growled under his breath. “I don’t like it but have Gideon move into our place and keep an eye on the brew house while we’re away.”

  Eli’s eyes turned wolf-y and wild. “You make all the arrangements, Dad, since me and Dane plan to spend the afternoon with Cassie.”


  Alpha Simon patted Eli’s arm. “Take care, lads, and make me proud.”

  Dismissed, they strolled outside. Both felt agitated and angry, too on edge to work in the brew house. Leaving Cassie without their protection felt wrong. Fury burned inside them, and their monstrous wolves wanted out. Claiming Cassie in werewolf form would only terrify her. Even as humans, the need to claim her clawed at their souls.

  They trusted her to choose them, but other men would flock around her in their absence. Without any mating bonds between them, their jealousy could flare up like an inferno. In an ideal world, they’d take Cassie home and screw her senseless.

  Claiming her for all time and planting their babies in her belly sounded good too. Of course, they needed her naked and bound on the night of a full moon to claim her fully. Add in the watching pack and it echoed the way vampires had treated her at the auction. She wouldn’t want to revisit those memories.

  They had this afternoon to make Cassie understand that they couldn’t refuse this mission. Showing her their favorite beach might help. They could take a picnic and make time for kissing and even skinny dipping.

  They jogged to the brew house, eager to spend every second before they left at Cassie’s side. One of their fellow Lycans who always hung around her workspace waved them over. “She’s gone to explore the harbor.”

  Dane’s hackles rose, but Eli grabbed his arm and dragged him away. “She’s not interested in him or she’d still be here. Let’s go find her.”

  As they headed for the harbor, a woman’s high-pitched scream made their ears ring. Eli ditched the picnic hamper and shifted. Dane freed his monstrous wolf and the pair of them raced into the maze of abandoned streets.

  Dane’s anger made him savage, almost feral. “Cassie, on the road to Elena’s place.”