The Wolf At My Door

by Sam Hall

  “I’m not your baby,” I said, getting to my feet. He was standing so close it meant our bodies were almost touching. I’d intended to say something snarky, put him and his ambitions down, but standing here, I could fucking smell it.

  The guys said they knew when I was receptive by my scent. I never got it before, but perhaps due to the situation, due to Jack’s obvious frustration, I was flooded with the warm, spicy smell of aroused male. I could feel the slight tremor in his body as he held himself back from doing anything, and I lifted my head, so my mouth was only inches away from his. I watched his nostrils work, his tongue flicking out to swipe across his bottom lip.

  “No?”

  “No. I said no one was to approach me outside of the matching hall, and I meant it. You’re all hot, you all have big dicks, you all fuck like demons. The thing that differentiates one from another isn’t hair colour or the breadth of your chests.” I pushed one finger into Jack’s. The silk of his skin, his smell had me wanting to slide my palm all over that rigid surface, sliding further and further down. “It’s your ability to fucking listen when I talk. I said I didn’t want anyone approaching me sexually, that I would chase you. You never gave me that chance.”

  “But—”

  I slapped my hand over his mouth, feeling those soft lips underneath it, and wanted to deploy them somewhere else. The scent got stronger, somehow what I was doing was turning him on further, which just made this all hotter. But if I didn’t do this, I was going to have half the single guys in the compound at the gate, and I didn’t think either of them could build a barrier strong enough to keep the lot out.

  “Fix my fence, then get the fuck out.”

  “C’mon,” Shaun said, grabbing my hand and drawing me inside.

  Jack watched me go, an expression between lust and anger burning in his eyes, Hawk already turning towards the truck in defeat.

  “Try not to think about me when he fucks you.”

  I was surprised to see I was shaking when I got inside, something I noticed when Shaun’s hand landed on my arm.

  “It’s OK,” he said, stroking me slowly.

  I turned to look at him, to ask him what he meant, hoping he’d know, that someone would know what the hell was going on. But that’s not how the heat works, apparently. I looked into his blue eyes, saw the desire there, smelled that same tempting scent of arousal. We stepped into each other’s arms, because of course, we did. When a mouth descended on mine, kissing, sucking at my lips, was it Jack’s or Shaun’s? My beast didn’t care. She just wanted that hand that was sliding up my thigh to force them open and settle between them. It was only featherlight touches initially, his fingers gliding across my drenched skin, forcing moans from me. I wanted it harder, deeper. I wanted the stretch that comes from—

  He chuckled, pulling away and then picking me up before depositing me onto the kitchen table. I was hit by the bright light pouring in through the sliding door and turned, concerned at just what we were showing the world. “Don’t worry about them,” he said as he drew my shirt up, the cold air pulling my nipples even tighter. I gasped as his fingers circled and then pulled gently on them, something that made both guys outside stop in their tracks. They were standing on the gravel path, next to the truck. Tools dropped from bloodless hands, and Hawk took a step forward before mastering himself. They were talking, I could see that, but about what, I didn’t care.

  “We call this a dominance fuck,” Shaun said, removing the last of my clothes and placing a kiss on my ankle. “When the males get a little too feisty, start to try to push the female around,” another kiss, by my knee, “trying to get her attention, she’ll often take her pick of the men she’s considering and fuck them, right in front of the contenders.” I was only half listening now, as his mouth trailed along my inner thigh. “They can’t look away, the heat riding them too hard, so they’re forced to watch her take her pleasure.” Thumbs slid down the edges of my cunt, separating me slightly, and I felt the brush of cool air. “They watch her come...” a quick flick of his tongue over my clit, “and come with her chosen, and learn their lesson. You want that?”

  I could barely make out what he was asking as he pushed two fingers into me. I fucking needed it, the burn inside me had roared to life. All these available men and their stink of desire had me throbbing. I arched my back at the intrusion, loving the stretch, particularly as I knew a greater one was coming. He’d positioned me perfectly, I realised, so I had a clear view of the guys as he got me off, just as they would of me. I watched Hawk slam a hand into the side of the truck as Jack watched me, eyes wide. Eyes that followed as Shaun’s hand slid up my ribcage to cover my breast, eyes that took in my gasps as he tugged at my nipple, that saw my legs fall open as Shaun’s mouth covered my cunt, noting every single shove of that blond head as he worked his tongue inside me. Hawk’s hand went to Jack’s fly as Shaun’s mouth closed around my clit, and he jerked it open as Shaun began to suck. I was crying out now, feeling that long, galloping roll towards orgasm, my toes curling as I watched Jack push Hawk’s head down. His gaze never wavered as the other man took his cock in his mouth, not even when a shiver ran through him as he felt Hawk suck him down.

  It was almost alienating, this desire. It had little to do with me and what I wanted, it was only hormones flooding my body. I hissed when his hands cupped my breasts, and wriggled against him. I didn’t need the foreplay. He could stick his dick in me, and I would ride him to a quick, hard climax. Actually, I wanted just that.

  “God, fuck me.”

  I didn’t give a shit about any of them now as Shaun clambered over me, hooking my legs around him as he lined his dick up, and then I felt it at my opening. His thumb rubbed the hood of my clit as he worked himself into me. It was always a slow process, even if I was dripping, but somehow that steady pressure just made it better. We were both gasping, me digging my hands into his hair until he finally bottomed out.

  “So good, Jules...”

  I dug my fingers into his scalp.

  “Fuck me hard, Shaun. Make it brutal.”

  I was jerked back as his legs dropped down to the floor, his fingers digging into my hips. “Tell me if it gets too much.”

  It wouldn’t, I could feel that in the first punishing stroke. I’d had every damn part of my body worshipped since I got here. Gentle kisses, sweet strokes, my clit traced so lovingly, it was almost remade anew. But sometimes it was just friction that got you off. My fingers dropped down to take over clit duty as he slammed into me, the rapid drag of his cock inside me making the burn flare hotter. I felt limp, lost amongst sensation, the steady build of arousal coming completely outside of me. I couldn’t think about my life, what we’d make for dinner later, or what the fuck I was doing having exhibitionist sex on the table we had breakfast on. I could only feel.

  I was crying and screaming as we got there, Shaun never missing a beat, powering through as the pleasure that smouldered sulkily inside me suddenly exploded. Like the drop of ashes on my skin, prickles washed throughout my whole body. I sobbed as the bliss became almost an ache, so intensely sweet. And then it happened.

  He thrust through my body’s response, my cunt clasping, tugging at him but, to no avail. He ignored my orgasm as he chased his with all the power of predator. It pushed me higher, somehow. And then I opened my eyes. Jack’s and my face were identical, as that terrible pleasure wracked us. I didn’t know if I was the one on the kitchen table, feeling Shaun empty himself inside me, or with my fingers buried into Hawk’s hair, forcing my cum down his throat. I was gasping when Jack pushed him away, tucking himself into his pants and stomping around to the other side of the truck, when Shaun collapsed on me. I ran my hand through his hair, stroking him as he regained his breath.

  28

  “What do we have here?”

  Slade walked in not long afterwards with a box in hand. He dumped it on the kitchen bench and checked the two of us out.

  “You been putting on a show for the boys, princess?
That’s just mean.”

  “Jack got pushy, she pushed back,” Shaun said, doing up his jeans.

  “Did you, princess?” His grin was shockingly bright. “Darlin’, I love dominance displays on a woman. Did ya get all hot and bothered when those boys watched Shaunie do you right?”

  I was about ready to do the same thing to him, but his tone softened as he came over, his words no longer so mocking when he caught my scent. “You sure the damage is done?” he said, tracing my nipple with his finger. “I, for one, would be more than happy to make sure the job was done properly.” He murmured the words, coming closer and closer, until I could feel his breath fanning across my lips. Fuck, I wanted him again. “What do you think, princess? Another round while you’re still sopping from Shaun?”

  His words broke me out of my haze for a minute. “That turns you on? Fucking me while I’m full of another guy’s cum?”

  He shrugged, shooting me a crooked smile. “It’s all part of life for us, so may as well get a bit of a charge from it. The thought of your hungry little cunt full of cum and ready for more is fucking hot.”

  “What are you doing, Slade? We’ve got to get...oh!”

  I looked over Slade’s shoulder where Brandon had dropped another box on the bench. He took in me and everyone else, both inside and outside the house, with a quick glance, then inclined his head with a little smile. Slade’s hand went between my legs, his fingers burying themselves in me with ease.

  “Your cunt’s all swollen and wet and pouty, your clit’s sensitive.” He smiled when I shuddered as his thumb grazed it. “I’ll slide in so damn easy.”

  His mouth brushed mine, the stubble scraping against my skin when my hand went around his neck, pulling him down to deepen the kiss.

  “How long will this madness continue?” I asked as I undid his fly.

  “Only a couple more days, babe, then the tough stuff begins.”

  “The tough stuff?” I frowned, my brain sure I should be finding out what that was rather than wrapping my hand around his dick. I didn’t, I just watched the flare of his pupils as I stroked his hard length.

  “Who can you live with? Who do you like?” He grabbed me at the waist and lifted me up, backing us up until I hit the wall. “Mmm...” he groaned as he pushed himself in. “So fucking wet.” He began to thrust, rocking me in his arms. “But the deal breaker? Who you can love.”

  29

  “Are you sure I really need this?”

  I’d had a shower, and Aaron and some of his army buddies had arrived. I was currently standing in a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, getting a bulletproof vest fitted.

  “It’s what I wear when I go down there,” Aaron said, checking all the straps. My skin crawled. The pressure and rub of the clothes felt so wrong, and I was starting to drip with sweat.

  “Are we done?”

  “Never,” Slade said with a shake of his head, pushing himself away from the wall.

  “It’s been all cleared. Kelly will be standing by, at a distance,” Finn said, sticking his head in the door.

  “Why at a distance? It’s him I want to see, not her.”

  “Right now, you’re one little ball of dominance displays, topped off with a very healthy sex drive,” Slade said.

  “New Tirians have gotten caught up in battles with the alpha before, and it hasn’t ended well. She keeps as far away as she can, to avoid any unnecessary pain.” Finn smiled when he saw my bald stare. “You think you can take her? Try once the heat’s settled down and you’ve selected your pack.”

  “Don’t.” I looked over my shoulder to see Brandon had drawn closer.

  “What?”

  “Don’t...don’t go getting caught up in power struggles.”

  I took in his frown, the arm’s crossed firmly across his chest.

  “Are we good?” I pointed to the bulletproof vest. Aaron nodded.

  It was bulky and uncomfortable, even more so when I reached out and gave Brandon a hug, but it was worth it when those arms loosened and went around me.

  “I just want to see this guy.”

  “I know.” He buried his head in my hair, breathing in my scent. “It worries me.”

  “We’ll take care of her,” Finn said. “Not that she needs it. She’s near-indestructible now, you know that. With Aaron and the guns...”

  “Worries aren’t rational, but they feel like they are,” Brandon said, stepping back. “I’ll be here when you get back. Be safe, and I hope you get what you need.”

  Finn was the only one apart from Aaron that would come with me. A couple of big burly guys nodded as soon as we came outside and climbed into the front of the truck, leaving me to get in the back, Finn on one side and Aaron on the other.

  Finn smiled at me as the truck started rumbling down the road. My body was sure this was going to be just like the matching hall incident, which had me wriggling in my seat. He noted this, his eyes growing hooded. I reached out and placed a hand on his leg, something he captured quickly. He tangled his fingers in mine, rubbing a thumb over my knuckle.

  “It’s been too long,” he said when I cocked an eyebrow.

  “It was only last night.”

  “I know, but it never feels like it's enough. I’m either in you, or watching one of the guys in you. I’m lucky Kelly put me on indefinite leave, because I am a fucking mess right now.”

  “First order of business when we get home,” Aaron said. “Him first, then me. Sound good, Jules?”

  They both watched me shift in my seat, my legs crossing and uncrossing. What the fuck was I doing, leaving the house? All I could see, think, feel was exactly that. We’d worked out a Goldilocks protocol for sex, where I went from one to the next until everyone was ‘just right’. I hadn’t had any more pain with Aaron, something he knew damn well from that smile on his face, only the pleasure that came from having more cock than I would have ever thought possible.

  “You OK, Jules?” Finn asked, his smile unwavering. “Something you need? Because we can turn this truck around. You just say the word.”

  “No,” I said, reaching out for both of them, one for each hand. I pressed the palm into each straining groin, letting them slide up and down, up and down to the musical sound of their groans.

  30

  It wasn’t what I expected. I guess I’d not had a lot of experience with underground bunker or prisons, so I didn’t have much to compare it with. While I knew the guys were aching, it was all business when we pulled up. The guy in the front got out first, checking out the area. Not sure why. It was flat and dusty and empty here, a large fence running around the compound. There was only one other car there, and a hole in the ground.

  That wasn’t totally accurate. When we piled out, I could see concrete steps leading down into the bunker, and a large, reinforced steel door blocking the entrance. Kelly stood leaning against the other car, waving a hand when we walked over to the compound.

  The men Aaron brought with him went first, guns held with a casual competence. One walked up to a scanner in the side of the stairwell, and upon inspection, the door clicked open. Finn took my hand as we walked inside.

  It was all grey cinder blocks and steel reinforcement down here. There was a small waiting area with bench seats bolted to the wall and a reception desk, cordoned off by metal screens. One of the men walked up and pressed a button. Another man arrived, stopping when he saw us, nostrils working, before schooling his face into a neutral expression. “So, we’re going through with this?”

  “She says she needs it, to get over what happened,” Aaron said.

  “Well, you’ve got the clearance. Steer away from the mess room. We couldn’t find enough married guys to cover everything, and some of those that are...well, they’re questioning their vows right now. She’s a bomb waiting to go off, and so’s he. Get her in, and get her out.”

  “Got it.”

  The metal door swung open and we walked in, moving down a long hallway until we reached another set of gates, an
d another. We continued through, the only thing that changed was the man standing at the doors. One took an involuntary step towards me, something that had the men’s guns whipping up and a growl coming from Aaron, but he seemed to master himself, moving back to his position. Then we came to the final door, a huge portal that looked much like an old bank vault door. The men nodded, and then keyed in the numbers to open it.

  “May as well take the fucker’s food in for him while you’re in there,” a big burly guy said, shoving a tray at Finn. “Don’t you worry, love. We’ll keep you safe. Take a look, get your fill, and then you turn around and pretend like this fuck never existed, yeah?”

  I found myself agreeing just from the heavy weight of his gaze. Seemingly happy with that, he gestured for us to precede him.

  The cells looked a lot like the ones in human prisons that you see on TV, though the bars were much, much thicker. It took me a little while to register him, curled up in a corner as he was. There was no bed, no blankets, just a tap and a small reinforced hole in the ground.

  “Well, well, what do we have here?”

  The voice sounded rusty, corroded from disuse. He uncoiled himself, forcing me to look up and up as he stood. He grinned through the smears of dried blood across his face, through the matted fall of his long black hair. Those ice blue eyes burned into mine as he slowly inspected every inch of me. “I knew you’d come. Closer, little queen, closer.”

  I took a step towards the cage before I’d even thought about it, only the hands of Finn and Aaron stopping me from fulfilling his order. I blinked and frowned, looking down at where their fingers dug into my skin. When I glanced at Finn, he gritted his teeth, putting everything into keeping me where I was. I brushed them aside, something that made the black wolf laugh, but stayed put. What was that?

  You wear my mark, little queen.