Her Wolves: A Reverse Harem Romance

by Candace Wondrak

  He stood with his back to Fletcher and Iris, completely blocking out Violet from their view. He was…a big guy, wasn’t he? Well over six feet tall, muscled in ways that would make the typical woman swoon. Handsome in a chiseled, manly way. She supposed she was attracted to him, a little—not like it mattered, though. Because as a human, she was probably hideous to him. To all shifters, even Ivy. Everyone except Everett, strangely enough.

  Not the best time to think of the sister when the older brother was about to have sex with her.

  Before he had the chance to take off her panties, they locked eyes. His head was bent down looking at her, and hers was bent back to gaze up at him. If she didn’t know any better, Violet would say there was something new in his blue eyes. A hunger that wasn’t there before. Ridiculous, and wishful thinking, since she wasn’t the type of person to have sex without a meaningful connection first.

  Still, she knew he was worried about his sister, so she did the one thing she thought would calm him down: she mouthed the word Ivy. He knew what she said, his fingers slowly inching between her panties and her skin, seconds from pulling them down. She mouthed two more words, hoping he understood her: she’s fine.

  She watched his eyes close slowly, a soft yet deep breath escaping from his lungs. Thank you, he mouthed back, seconds before yanking her panties down and pushing her to the couch. As she sat, watching as he started to shed his body of his clothes, she could’ve sworn she saw him mouth one last thing.

  I’m sorry.

  Chapter Thirteen - Brice

  It didn’t matter that Brice didn’t want to do this. After Fletcher had brought Ivy’s name up, he knew he had to. Everett had gotten lashed; his punishment was Violet. A human. A human he most definitely didn’t want to fuck, both because she was human and because she was Everett’s.

  She wasn’t his.

  She would never be his.

  She was just…she was Violet, a human who’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and when Brice mouthed the words I’m sorry, he meant he was sorry for all of it. For what he was about to do, what he’d done by bringing her here. For what would happen to her because of him.

  Violet seemed like a nice woman. Who else would’ve taken the time to let him know—quietly, without alerting anyone else in the room—that his sister was okay? Given what was about to happen, shouldn’t she have been more worried for herself?

  Once Brice was free of his clothing, he crawled over her. He hated looking into her eyes, mostly because he knew what he’d see there. This wasn’t what either of them wanted, but they didn’t have a choice. If was either this or…he couldn’t even think it. Couldn’t picture it.

  God, Violet was so small under him. Would he break her? Would he hurt her? She’d hate him for this, he knew, just like Everett would, but it was something he would have to live with. Something he would have to try and forget, because that’s all this was: something he’d forget. Once he got Ivy out, once his siblings were all safely together, he’d…

  Brice’s thoughts stopped when he locked gazes with Violet. She lay under him, resignation on her face. When he finally was able to finish his thought, it didn’t sound right. How could he forget about the feisty human with brilliant green eyes and violet hair? The woman who held enough spunk for a body his size, let alone her frail frame?

  “Be rough with her,” Fletcher advised. “Teach her how other wolves will take her.”

  That…that didn’t sound right. The only other wolf that should take her was Everett, and not like this. Never like this. Brice didn’t want to be rough with her, didn’t want to do this at all, but his body felt differently, and his wolf…his wolf was excited, stirring within him, making it all too easy for his dick to grow and harden in anticipation.

  Truthfully, Brice didn’t even know how to be rough, and he was slow to move a hand to her neck, watching as his fingers curled around it. Such a small neck, so breakable. A growl threatened to leave his chest, but he kept the sound down, knowing what would happen—because the growl would not be meant for the woman beneath him; it’d be for the shifter across the room, the one making him do this.

  Brice didn’t want to take Violet against her will. His wolf…fuck, his wolf wanted to both have her and protect her. It had to be brotherly instinct, because his wolf knew Everett wanted her.

  It couldn’t be anything else.

  “Turn her around, I want to see,” Fletcher said, having undone one of the straps on Iris’s dress. Her chest hung out, her nipples hard. “I want to make sure you go inside of her.”

  Brice moved Violet so that she lay longways along the couch, no longer hiding her from the gross spectator and his mate. This was no time for modesty. This was not the time for either Brice or Violet to stop and think about what they were doing or why they were doing it. This would go smoother, easier if they could both just give in to the carnal nature of the beast and let it happen.

  Only…Violet didn’t have a beast inside of her.

  She was human.

  With one hand still around her neck, Brice slid his other to his dick. He wasn’t even sure how he would fit inside of her, thick and long as he was. Moving himself to her opening, he knew he shouldn’t look at her. Watching her as he pushed in would only make it more real, and yet that’s exactly what he did.

  The fingers on her neck moved to cup the bottom of her face, and his eyes locked with hers. Violet breathed evenly, and she gave him the slightest, tiniest nod in the history of the universe.

  He pushed in.

  He pushed all the way in.

  Brice let out a soft groan, unable to stop himself. She was unimaginably tight around him, hugging every inch of him in a way that drove both him and his inner wolf crazy. Violet’s eyes shut, as if she had to focus on getting used to the feeling of being filled up.

  This wasn’t how it should happen. Brice shouldn’t want to keep going, shouldn’t want to fuck her like an animal. She wasn’t his; she was a goddamn human. And yet—he lowered his head, breathing in her hair—she smelled so fucking good.

  Was this what Everett had felt? Was this what wanting someone as a mate felt like? Brice didn’t know, because he’d never felt the urge to claim. The feeling inside of him, the wolf clawing at his mind’s cage; it was a primal feeling, an instinct he could not deny. Not anymore.

  He wanted her.

  “Don’t let her tight little cunt distract you from your job, Brice,” Fletcher reminded him.

  He wanted her, but he did not want her like this.

  Brice’s chest rumbled as he started thrusting in and out of her, going slow. His hands went to hers, moving them above her head while his nose remained by her hair. She would hear every grunt and every growl that escaped him while he was inside of her, every primal urge put into nonwords.

  Her legs were open, hanging limply around his thighs. He was a monster compared to her, a shifter and a beast. Strong and powerful in ways she couldn’t understand, not until this very moment. When he filled her up, when he pushed as deep inside of her as he could go, it was the best feeling in the world, like being buried in pure bliss and ecstasy.

  He felt her squirm under him, heard her sharp intakes of breath every time he pumped in and out of her, his thrusts growing in both speed and strength. The longer he went at her, the weaker her writhing became, almost like she was giving in, too tired to fight it.

  Brice didn’t want to stop. He wanted to hear the other sounds she could make, wanted to touch her, run his hands all along her body and tear off that bra—the last bit of fabric separating them. He wanted to trail his mouth everywhere, make her scream…but these were things he could not do, for it would reveal too much to the onlookers. Far, far too much.

  His release came sooner than he expected it. He felt his balls tighten, his breathing grew erratic. His muscles spasmed, and he let out a short grunt when the tip of his aching dick spewed his seed inside of her. His cum would forever mark her as his; he’d been the first wolf to have her, t
he first to take her.

  He wanted to keep her.

  “Tell me you’re not finished. Bend her over the side of the couch and do her like a wolf would,” Fletcher instructed. His mate had gotten on her knees before him, tugging at his pants. She let his erection loose and then immediately took him into her mouth.

  Brice hated listening to Fletcher’s voice, but he hated even more the fact he had to do as he said. He unhurriedly released his grip on her wrists as he pulled himself out. Violet tried to get up, tried to turn, but her elbows gave out, so he helped her up, and then he bent her over the armrest of the couch.

  With her ass in the air, she was not an unwelcome sight, and now that Brice knew what she felt like, now that his wolf had tasted her, he would be a liar if he said he did not want to take her again.

  A terrible thought to have, considering she didn’t feel the same. It made him hate himself, but he could not change his feelings, his instincts. He would never be able to go back and be as he was before this encounter, before knowing what her sex felt like, wrapped around him so tight.

  His hands moved to her lower back, and he knelt on the couch behind her. Brice spread her cheeks, watching as his white cum started to dribble out of her. His cock throbbed, needing to be inside of her, and since this would not end until he took her to Fletcher’s liking…he pushed inside again.

  This time, Brice’s length went in easier. This time, she was wetter. This time there was hardly any resistance. Brice was not stupid enough to think it was because she wanted him. He had to just fuck her and leave, and face whatever shit-storm would come his way because of this later.

  He could not stop the groan that left him when he was inside of her fully again, with her ass pressed against his pelvis. Brice did not want to let the animal take over, but the sooner he did, the quicker this would all be done.

  So he fucked her hard. He went hard and fast, his chest thundering with growls of domination. He fucked her mindlessly, needing and craving more than she could give. Brice gripped her sides, fingertips digging into her soft skin, marks that would surely leave bruises by the time he was done. He would last longer this time, his stamina building.

  Minutes could’ve passed, or even hours. Brice was so lost in Violet and how she felt around his cock he didn’t realize Iris had finished Fletcher off. The woman was on her feet now, still bearing both breasts as she walked over to where Violet and Brice were. She ran a finger around her mouth, catching any stray white bits.

  Fletcher mumbled about having Iris return to him, but Iris shrugged him off, her grey eyes on Violet’s bent over form. “If you want the wolf to smell like the human, would it not be best if she experienced her release too?” Her mate muttered something incoherent, or maybe Brice didn’t care enough to listen.

  The only thing Brice could focus on was the pale hand moving along Violet’s back, the slender fingers as they danced along her spine.

  “Pull out of her and step aside,” Iris commanded. “Let me under there, and we’ll make her come together.”

  The last thing Brice wanted to do was pull himself from Violet’s tight cunt, but he knew better than to question the mate of the man who’d forced them to do this, so he slowly stopped his thrusting, withdrawing from her. His dick immediately ached with the need to get back inside, to continue until he burst again.

  Oh, how the mighty had fallen.

  Iris crawled onto the couch, forcing Violet’s knees apart. She laid on her back beneath her, her eyes on the pink slits of flesh that were the mound of Violet’s pleasure. Once the woman was positioned under her, Brice knelt over Iris, his knees apart as he guided himself back into her sex. Violet took him in with ease; the third time entering her was the charm, apparently.

  Brice couldn’t see what went on beneath him, but he could imagine it well enough: Iris’s tongue flicking out, pleasing Violet in ways his dick couldn’t, tasting her. Not only Violet’s juices, but also the bit of Brice’s cum that had leaked out. Iris must’ve been going at it with vigor, because Violet immediately became mush under him, leaning her full weight on the couch’s armrest. Iris ran her hands up Violet’s legs, holding onto her sides, digging her nails into her skin.

  It was a little weird at first, and it wasn’t until Violet let out her first moan of pleasure that Brice knew the human felt good. More than good, actually; she started to sway her hips along with Brice’s cock, grinding against Iris’s face below her. With each frantic thrust, Brice felt his balls touch the other woman, but he was too lost in how amazing Violet felt around him to pay much attention to it.

  She felt right. She felt good. She felt…perfect and wet.

  It did not take long for Violet’s body to start trembling. Brice felt her small frame start to shiver, start to tense up, and it only furthered his basic, carnal urge to fuck her harder. Into oblivion, if he could. Until the daylight faded and night took its place, until the harshness of reality came crashing down upon them both.

  Violet cried out when she came, her cunt tightening around his length. He could almost smell her in the air at that moment, her lavender scent turned into lust, sweat and sex.

  Seeing her orgasm below him, knowing another woman had helped her get there—it shouldn’t have turned him on further, but it did. Another wave of undeniable pleasure shot through him, and he nearly fell on top of Violet as his second orgasm wracked his body, taking him on a roller coaster of sensations.

  He was slow to pull out of her, falling back as he watched Iris crawl out from under her, a few drops of his cum falling onto her face from Violet’s pussy. Iris didn’t even blink as she wiped them off, licking her lips before returning to Fletcher’s side.

  Right. Because they’d never been alone. This was all a fucked-up game to him.

  And, judging from the smile on his face, Fletcher just won the jackpot.

  Chapter Fourteen - Violet

  It was a strange feeling, being used. Even stranger to be used and actually kind of enjoy it—not that she would ever admit to slightly enjoying it aloud. She had a reputation to uphold. A reputation none of these shifters knew about, but still. She had standards…didn’t she? She thought she did.

  She used to, anyway.

  And after Maria left her, well. No more fuckups. Brice was definitely a fuckup, not to mention the fact he wasn’t the kind of person Violet wanted to like. Because he was a guy, and guys were usually douches.

  Still. His dick was nice.

  Iris was very good with her mouth. It was a little on the ew side that she’d just given Fletcher a blowjob before getting between her legs, but Violet couldn’t deny how good it had felt for her tongue to explore every inch of her while Brice piledrove her from behind. So good she couldn’t explain it. Pretty much a threesome, right?

  When Brice had withdrawn from her and Iris sauntered over to Fletcher, who gazed on with approval written across his putrid features, Violet couldn’t help but fall off the high ledge she’d somehow landed on.

  This was nothing to them, she had to remind herself. Nothing to Brice, who’d only fucked her to make sure his sister stayed safe. That was…something she should take to heart, she supposed. He didn’t want to do it because he was a horrible person, but basically because he had to.

  Didn’t really make Violet feel much better though, especially when she realized the entire sex escapade was a show for the pervert across the room. At least she still had her bra on; at least there was one part of her that remained hers.

  “Well done,” Fletcher said, adjusting his pants as he stood, clapping slowly. “Though I would’ve liked to see a bit more violence, but I do think this will give Everett the push he needs to forget about her. Don’t you?” He posed the question to Brice, who looked haunted on the other side of the couch.

  Haunted, but not quite regretful.

  Brice nodded once, getting off the couch to reach for his pants.

  Iris had fixed her dress, looking worlds more put-together than she had mere minutes ago, when sh
e’d been near topless and buried between Violet’s legs. When Violet had said she could play Iris like a fiddle? Reverse the roles. Iris could play Violet like a fiddle. She was very good with her tongue, almost too good. Otherworldly good.

  “If you are done with her, I would return her to the bath so she can wash up,” Iris spoke, grey eyes heavy on Violet.

  Violet clung to the arm of the couch, fearing what would happen if she got up. Would her legs give out? Would more of Brice’s cum dribble down her inner thighs? She’d already felt some of it seep out. God, she was a fucking mess, all sweaty and warm and…used.

  Really, really used.

  “Yes, yes,” Fletcher waved Iris off. “Take her and go.”

  Take her and go. Like she was of no more use to him, now that Brice had been with her. She’d done her job, let him fuck her, and now she was to go back to the bath and pretend it never happened. How the hell was she supposed to forget this?

  How the hell was this supposed to be her life from now on?

  Iris was at her side swiftly, bending to pick up her clothes, helping Violet off the couch. Violet did her best not to look at Brice as they left the room, not to feel his eyes on her. She didn’t need to feel any more useless than she already did, didn’t need to feel like nothing. She knew her self-worth, and she would never base it on what other people, what fucking shifters, thought about her.

  The older shifter was her support as they walked to the bath. Once they were out of earshot from Fletcher and Brice, Iris spoke soothingly, “You did well, Violet. The first time is always the worst.” There was a beat before she leaned in and whispered, “It will be your last.”

  They arrived at the archway to the room with the three tubs, and Violet looked at her. Her legs felt much like goo, but when she said that last part, she felt her muscles and her will returning. “What—” She glanced at the shifter guard nearby, who had acted like he hadn’t heard a thing.