Packs meant attachment. She didn’t do attachments. So why was she so desperate to stay here?
You're different now. Your tastes will change like the rest of ye. What ye liked before, might not be what ye like as a Hell Hound. The idea of living without a pack made Tilly queasy. The fear of being cast out of this one had her already building a terribly tall wall for Valor to climb over. Her blood swished in her ears and her vision darkened. Valor’s voice turned from words to incoherent grumbles.
“Och, Christ lass.” Valor grabbed her throat again. “Doona crash on me now. Look at me,” he jerked her enough to grab her attention. When she locked gazes with him, Val said, “You’re ours, mo leannan. Ye belong to us.”
Her gaze slowly went to his mouth. She watched his lips move.
“Can ye hear me, Matilda Jane?”
She fought to breathe. Her nails dug into his arms as she stared at his lips.
I need a pack. This life meant she couldn’t be the lone wolf. In this life, Tilly would have to depend on others. Stick with them. Be a unit. Torn between elation and horror, Tilly was rooted to the spot.
What if she failed at this? What if, out in the field, she did the wrong thing and got one of the others hurt? Oh God. If she failed the other Hell Hounds, would she be sent back to Hell and put in a cell? The sudden thought of Lucifer being disappointed in her ratcheted her anxiety up another two notches.
“Matilda Jane,” Valor pressed his forehead to hers just like Drake would when he wanted to drive home a point. “Yes or no.”
What was the question? “What?”
“Yes or no, woman. Do ye want us or not?”
“Yes,” she croaked. And no. She didn’t know what to do with herself. Nothing felt the same. “I can’t be on my own.”
Valor’s swift head shake verified her fear. “We run in packs.”
Numbly, she nodded. Tilly started drifting away again. In her head, in her soul. Oh god… her soul. She’d given a piece of it to Drake. Done it without hesitation and demanded Lucifer make it so she could give the others the same thing.
Why would she do that? She didn’t give pieces of herself out like motherfucking candy on Halloween. Yet she had with these Hounds and Satan hadn’t stopped her. The bastard shook on their bargains and now he owned her. What the fuck? As she tried to wrap her head around everything that happened, Tilly felt like she was running on a treadmill with a set of roller-skates strapped to her feet. No matter how hard she scrambled to keep up, the ground was spinning too fast under her and she wiped out. Everything went from being too much, to not enough, to nothing…
“I can’t feel anything,” she murmured. “I can’t… Valor!” Her sight darkened until all she could see was nothing. Absolutely nothing. “Valor!” Tilly waved her arms, trying to snatch him up and hold on for dear life. “VALOR!”
A howl erupted in her darkness. It took all of two seconds for Tilly to realize it was hers.
Chapter 10
Valor didn’t stop his Hounds from busting down the bathroom door when Tilly howled. Her voice was high pitched, steady, and agonizing to hear. It was the first one she’d made – a true distress pack call. As alpha, Valor responded first and damn well expected the others to do the same.
Each pack member filed into the bathroom with pupils dilated, rumbles erupting from their chests and hands balled into fists. That was just the beginning of the appropriate response to have. Their reactions made Valor mighty fucking proud.
If Satan took Tilly away from them, this pack would tear the world apart to get her back. In her own way, on her own time, Tilly had wiggled into each of their hearts and planted fucking roots there. The snarly, twisted, strong kind that held on tight.
He always knew she was something important. But he never thought it would be this significant.
She howled again and Bishop ripped the shower door wide open.
“Stay back,” Valor barked. “She’s mine for now.”
Tilly was so deep in her head, she just kept howling. The melody of her song could have made the moon melt from the sky and drip all over her.
“Fuck, Alpha,” Baz gripped the side of his head. His control would soon be lost. They were all suffering, hearing her howling so desperately.
As alpha, Valor made the first move. His instincts were too strong to fight right now. He needed to mark his territory, then allow the rest of the pack to do the same, if they chose.
Tilly’s eyes lost all color. Swallowed in blackness, her Hound senses were probably fighting for dominance in her body at this point. Maiden, Mother, and Crone, he’d completely forgotten all that went into becoming one of Satan’s creatures.
Her fingernails cut half-moons into his shoulders. The water sprayed down, sizzling against her skin. Her temp was rising higher and higher. Soon, all reasonable thought would burn to ash and she would be nothing but –
Another howl ripped from her lungs. Valor’s dick was hard enough to snap. He wanted to spin her around and fuck her from behind, but she needed to hold onto him right now. For her sanity’s sake. With a growl, he slid an arm under her left leg and lifted it up. Bracing her against the wall, he let go of her throat and grabbed his shaft, positioning it against her opening. It felt wrong to take her like this. And it felt too fucking right.
The Devil either had a dark sense of humor or the worst. Hell Hounds could not survive without pleasures of the flesh and Tilly was going to need a lot to get her through this right now. What if she hadn’t had a pack? Who would have the honors to worship her if we weren’t here? A possessiveness so sharp and strong forced his hips forward.
Tilly’s howl was sliced off when he entered her. She gasped and clutched him harder. “Valor,” she cried out.
The idea that she knew him, recognized him, in this state of mind was beyond impressive.
Her eyes darted around, blind and unseeing. She was lost in swirls of Hell’s magic. “Don’t stop,” she tensed, “Oh my god, don’t fucking stop.”
He felt her body tighten around his. Her sweet pussy was so hot, Valor thought he’d melt inside her. Instead, he thrusted harder and deeper, giving her the very things she was now begging for. His own vision burst into stars. With a loud grunt, he pulled out, pried her off him, and spun her around.
Slamming her hands against the wall, he pinned her there and spread her legs with his knee. “Fuck, mo leannan,” he drove into her from behind. The two of them let out sharp bursts of air and he picked up speed again. Tilly’s skin smelled like pack. Valor swept her hair out of his way and bit down on her neck, keeping her still while he kept fucking her like the animal he’d become.
When her body tightened again, he was better prepared at this angle to take full advantage of it. Still holding her wrists above her head, Valor used his other hand to reach around and flick her nub. Fast, relentless circles spun her out of control in a matter of heartbeats.
“Howl for us,” he growled. “Fucking howl for us, woman.” She exploded all over his dick. “More, lass. I want more of ye.” Letting her arms drop, he grabbed her hips and pounded into her, seeking his own release. It would be bittersweet at this rate. Through the steamed glass door, he knew what lay on the other side.
Gods, could she take this much? Did she remember her safe word in this state? Would they remember it?
It made him want to keep her right where she was. Valor wasn’t so lost he couldn’t control the beast within, but the others might have a tough time with it. Trust. He’d have to trust them and be here to make sure they didn’t go overboard.
That idea sent his head into another dimension. He was going to watch his pack fuck his woman. Never would Valor have thought he could stomach sharing a woman with anyone else, let alone watch another man take what was his. But the idea of Tilly being worshipped by his pack of Hell Hounds stirred pleasure in his belly the likes of which Valor never thought possible.
Tilly cried out as a third orgasm rocked her body. She bucked against his dick, her inner wal
ls squeezing so tight, Valor lost his control completely. He spilled inside her as a roar ripped out of his throat. Slamming one large hand against the glass wall, he thought he might have cracked the tempered glass.
Then he realized it wasn’t him that had broken something, it was the Hounds on the other side.
“Valor,” Tilly croaked. He pulled out and pressed his body against her back. “Everything feels fuzzy. My eyes…I can see shapes but not well.” Tears filled her eyes. “What’s happening to me?”
Carefully, he turned her around to face him. “It’s part of the process, lass,” he ran his hands through her wet hair. “You’re changing. We’ve got ye. You’re safe.”
“I need,” she gasped. Tilly let go of his arm and ran her hand down towards the apex of her thighs. “I need,” she would have crumpled to the ground if he hadn’t caught her.
“Bishop,” Valor barked. “Get her a towel.”
Tilly’s eyes were no longer all black. They had swirls of silver in them. “I don’t want a goddamn towel.” Her eyes darted around as she blindly tried to find her way out of the shower by herself.
“Then what do you want, Sweetness?” Bishop’s voice said a thousand things she didn’t hear. He wanted to give her everything. He always wanted to fuck her senseless. She was in the throes of the worst kind of lust there was. No Hound would deny her right now. But if she denied them, they’d have to respect it.
Or fight for her.
Valor was determined to not let it come to that.
He turned off the shower. Tilly was still staring at nothing in particular. “What do ye want, lass?” She hadn’t answered Bishop, but she damn sure would answer her alpha. “Whatever it is ye need, take it.”
He deliberately said that command, curious about her instincts. Tilly inhaled deeply and put both her hands out in front of her. “Let your instinct guide ye.”
Valor’s heart thudded against his chest. Seeing her move like a Hell Hound was downright enchanting. Slowly, cautiously, Tilly stepped out of the shower. The rest of her pack leaned against the counter, their expressions as stiff as their dicks.
She scented the air again. Lust swirled with the steam in the bathroom. Bishop’s arms were shaking nearly as much as Baz’s were. Drake was only marginally better than his twin. They all had their eyes pinned on her, enthralled with her every move.
Slick and dripping wet, Tilly prowled closer to her pack. She ran a hand down Bishop’s inked torso before leaning in and taking his nipple into her mouth. She bit down hard enough for the Hound to hiss in pleasure. Then she swirled it with her tongue and backed away. Next, she went to Drake. He was stone still when she nuzzled the underside of his chin. “Mmmm,” she groaned, running her hands up to wrap around his neck. With a featherlight touch, she rubbed her mouth against his, tasting, scenting, trying to figure her needs out.
They all waited with bated breath. Was she going to kiss him, bite him, or leave him?
She decided to kiss him. Valor watched Tilly press her mouth to Drake’s. Her tongue slid out, forcing its way into him. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and dragged him in to deepen the kiss.
Valor swallowed the lump in his throat and forced his feet to stay glued to the tile. When she pulled away, she whispered, “Drake.”
It was as though she was figuring out who they were by their taste.
At last, she moved to Sebastian. He clung to the edge of the counter to keep from attacking her. His abs were flexed, his chest puffed out while he panted. He was the most riled up because he hadn’t had a turn since they’d brought her home.
Valor’s hands balled into fists. Baz was not a gentle lover on his best of days. And right now, with the energy slapping their asses from all sides, he was bound to be rougher than necessary. Valor would stay and make sure Baz behaved.
“Bananas,” Valor reminded the room.
Baz was the only one to not acknowledge his alpha. Tilly dipped her hand down into Baz’s pants and started stroking him. “Want this,” she growled.
Fuck, she was hot and adorable and dangerous like this.
“Careful, Hound.” Valor’s warning caught Baz’s attention. “She’s still testing herself… and us, ye ken?”
Baz swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing a couple times before he swung his gaze back down to the woman who was now on her knees, pulling down his pants.
“Want,” Tilly growled again. Dipping her head under his cock, she sucked one ball into her mouth and released it with a wet popping noise. Baz vibrated while she sucked and played with him.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Bishop’s voice was smooth as silk. “Again, Sweetness. Take him into your mouth and suck his balls again.”
She obeyed. Valor lost all breath. So did everyone else.
“Now ease up, Tilly. Lick his cock, from base to tip.”
She did exactly what Bishop said. Baz’s head dropped back and he groaned.
“Wrap your hand around him and stroke it while you suck the tip.” Bishop moved in behind her and dropped down to a squat. “That’s it. Nice and slow. We don’t have to rush anymore, Sweetness. We got eternity together now.”
Valor realized, in that moment, that this wasn’t the first time Bishop and Baz had shared Tilly. It was just too perfectly orchestrated. Then again, Bishop loved to talk dirty and he was never shy to demand what he wanted. Either way, Valor stared in awe while Tilly continued to suck Baz off.
This should have pissed him off, right? So how come it didn’t? Valor glanced over at Drake and tried to get a read on the Hound. His heavy lidded gaze was pinned on Tilly’s sex. Her thighs were spread wide, her knees ground against the floor while she wreaked havoc on Baz’s self-control.
“Good girl,” Bishop cooed in her ear. “Now stroke yourself while you suck him. Keep the pace, nice and steady.”
She slid her fingers between her thighs and rubbed her overly sensitive nub. Her sucking noises made Valor’s motherfucking toes curl. It didn’t matter that Sebastian was getting all the attention right now. Just like it didn’t matter that Drake, Bishop and Valor had all taken turns worshipping her sweet body. They all felt the energy – her pleasure – as if it were their own.
And it wasn’t the first time that had happened either.
Valor wished he could run down to Hell and ask all the questions flipping around like fleas in his mind, but he wasn’t moving from this goddamn bathroom unless Tilly was with him.
Baz let out a guttural groan when Tilly picked up speed. She rubbed herself into a frenzy and released him with a furious shake of her head. “Not enough! Not enough!”
Baz’s head snapped down and he growled. In one swift move, he snatched Tilly and hoisted her onto the counter. With a forceful thrust, he penetrated her and his hips did a hell of a job stirring her lust around the bathroom again. The sound of flesh slapping flesh caused Valor to break out in a sweat. Drake’s jaw was set and he stared at Valor. Meanwhile, Bishop leaned against the wall like a cat with a bowl of cream. “Fuck me, this is insane.”
The back of Tilly’s head slammed against the mirror. Baz pounded into her, each word punctuated with a deep thrust, “Is. This. Enough. For. You.”
“No,” she barked.
Wrong answer to a Hell Hound like Sebastian Ricci. The beast in him ripped off its leash. He slammed into her, going balls fucking deep, and still she screamed for more, more, more. “I need more... Hound. I need more HOUND!”
Bishop jabbed a finger at Drake, “Get the lube. Top drawer of my nightstand.”
Drake left and came back ten seconds later with it.
“You or me?” Bishop addressed Drake. When he didn’t answer, Bishop growled, “She needs more so that’s what we’re going to give her. You or me, D? I know he’s your brother, but one of us is doing this. You decide.”
Had the twins ever shared a woman before? Valor didn’t have a clue, but he doubted it. They didn’t share well with anything other than Baz’s soul.
“You,” Drake snipped.
“Fuck…you do it.”
With a quick nod, Bishop snatched the lube and then squeezed the nape of Baz’s neck to get his attention. “Pick her up.”
Baz didn’t lose his rhythm when he grabbed Tilly by the ass and hoisted her off the counter top. Bishop stepped behind her and smeared lube all over his dick and some more on his fingers. “Open for me, Sweetness.” He slid his finger to her ass.
While Bishop worked her open, Tilly continued to cling to Baz’s neck. Her legs were spread wide and her scent drove them all wild.
“Relax your body, Tilly,” Bishop pressed his cock against her ass after he made sure she was primed enough. “Let me in, Sweetness.” When he pushed into her tightest hole, Tilly’s mouth opened wide and she stared right at Valor. Her eyes were no longer black with silver swirls but had turned the color of the Caribbean. Blues, green, teals, and amber burst like fireworks as she locked her gaze on him.
“Fuuuck she’s tight,” Bishop hissed.
Baz took most of her weight and held her steady until Bishop found a rhythm that had Tilly panting with pleasure. Then Baz matched Bishop’s pace so they could both keep up and not tear her.
“Alpha,” Bishop barked. “Talk dirty to our girl.”
Valor stepped out of the shower – finally – and closed in on the threesome. His voice was controlled where the rest of him wasn’t. “Does it feel good to have my Hounds inside ye?”
“Mmmph.”
“Fuck woman, ye drive me wild. Watching my Hounds fuck ye senseless makes me want to shove my cock into that sweet mouth of yours and come down your throat.”
She cried out.
“Ye like Bishop’s cock in your ass?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“Ye like the way Baz is pounding that pretty pussy of yours?”
“God yes.”
“Then scream for them. I want ye to coat Sebastian with your cream, Hound. Mark him. Mark them all. Ye want this fucking pack, woman? Own them. Fuck them like they’re already yours.”
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