Pack Wars Complete Box Set: Paranormal Menage Werewolf Military Heroes

by Vella Day

Sam slipped between her legs. “I was thinking more on the lines of softening her up. I say kill two birds with one stone. Spank then lick.”

  “I like it,” Brandon said.

  “Don’t I get a say so?” Mackenzie asked.

  “Nope,” he and Sam said in unison.

  Brandon nodded to his cousin. “Whatever we do, we have to make sure she doesn’t come.”

  Mackenzie planted her hands on her hips. God, but he loved that pose. “What are you going to do if I come first? I’m weak. Fragile. Vulnerable.”

  “Not buying it, so don’t tempt me,” Sam said. “I have a very vivid imagination. Now crawl on Brandon’s lap and take your punishment. Each slap is really from me.”

  “Wait until I suck your cock for real. You might not like the payback.”

  Sam laughed. It did Brandon good to see his cousin finally cutting loose. Sam acted and looked as if he’d opened a door and let his demons fly away.

  Brandon pressed his back against the headboard and motioned for Mackenzie to crawl on top. In this position, most of her legs would dangle off the side of the bed. When she did as he asked, the witch had the nerve to drag her breasts across his thighs. His cock jerked and hair sprouted on his hands. His Pack members must have lied when they said their intense reaction to their mate would slowly wane. So far, every time he’d been with her, Brandon had wanted her more.

  Sam knelt by the bed and rested on his elbows so as to have perfect access to her. “Open your legs wide, girl.” She actually obeyed. “Don’t move. Take your punishment like…a man.”

  She giggled. “Perhaps you want to rethink that, big boy.”

  “Brandon,” Sam said. “Take over.”

  As Sam slipped a finger into her pussy, Brandon spanked her butt. When redness welled, he rubbed it away. “You okay?”

  “I barely felt that. I want my pussy to sing.”

  Maybe Sam was right. Perhaps they should lock her in a house and never let her go. If anything happened to Mackenzie, he would never survive. Brandon put more effort into the next three slaps. With each hit, her ass pinkened and his cock yearned to take her. He wasn’t sure if he could handle any more punishment.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Mac was in heaven, or as close to it as she could get. That wasn’t to say, she was having an easy time of it. Hell no. Each time Brandon lowered his hand on her ass, a strong ache would race across her body. Then came the reward. Her clit would tingle and throb, in great need of attention. She could have handled the intensity had Sam not pressed his fingers into her wetness and swirled them around.

  “Let’s roll her over, Sam. I need those tits real bad.”

  For once, she was glad not to be blindfolded or cuffed. She had to touch them, feel their power. In a flash, she was on her back with Brandon stretched out on one side and Sam between her legs. She thought she could handle both at one time, but when Brandon twisted one nipple while he drew the other into his mouth, shivers of delight skittered down her belly. It didn’t help when Sam finally dragged the pad of his thumb across her distended nub. Bolts of electricity made her dripping wet.

  “That’s enough, boys. It’s been a long time.”

  Sam looked up at her. “You do know that every time you tell us what to do that we’ll only take our time?”

  Damn. “Okay. Torment little ole me.”

  Probably to show her who was boss, Sam drew her clit into his mouth and sucked hard. Sparks flew and her breath caught. Brandon seemed to know what Sam had planned, because he pinched her nipple, and her body almost exploded. She moaned and dug her nail into Brandon’s back. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold out.

  “Please. I’ve been punished enough.” It was totally true. She needed both of their cocks bad.

  The bed dipped and four hands flipped her over. “Get on your elbows and knees,” Brandon commanded.

  He leaned over, nabbed the lube from the side table, and lobbed it to Sam. He followed that with a string of condoms. Brandon’s cock was within reach. The second Mac dropped down to her elbows, Brandon pulled away.

  “No hands. Mouth only. I’m man enough to admit that if you do a full-court press on my cock, it would shoot off like the Fourth of July.”

  “Well, then, I’ll just have to tease you only half way.” Not likely.

  Brandon moved into position, allowing her easy access. This had been a long time coming. How many nights had she spent dreaming about making love to her men? Too many. Making tiny swirls with her tongue, she dragged it along the vein on his cock.

  Brandon hissed. “Sam. Get her ready.”

  She smiled until cold lube graced her back hole. She quickly sobered. Mac remembered that hard dildo, which to be honest, wasn’t as exciting as she’d hoped. She wanted the warmth and the flexibility of a real man.

  “Don’t tense,” Sam said as he ran his thumb around her tight muscle.

  She hadn’t done anything, but she wisely kept quiet, happy to focus on Brandon’s cock. He must have noticed her dilemma and lowered his dick to her mouth.

  “Suck on it.”

  Just as her lips brushed the tip, Sam slipped a thick finger into her back hole. It pinched a bit then eased as he moved it around, so she went back to devouring Brandon. Then Sam added a second finger. Oh, my God. She didn’t think two fingers could be so wide. Her skin stretched. He pulled them out then rubbed her ass with his other hand. The snap of a condom sounded. This was it. Was she ready? What if they couldn’t both fit?

  “Darlin’, stop thinking so hard. I can see your brows pinching. We want to love you. This should be the best moment of your life.”

  She glanced up at Brandon, thankful for his encouragement. She nodded and relaxed her rear. Brandon must not have believed she was into the experience, because he reached in and cupped her tits. His large, callused palms soothed her. With continued stroking, she finally relaxed.

  She loved Brandon’s touch and was thrilled with the taste and texture of his cock. Increasing the suction, she swirled her tongue around his length. Brandon moved his hands from her breasts to her head and threaded his fingers through her hair. His moan came out loud.

  “God, I don’t want to come too soon,” he said.

  With Brandon’s lament, Sam placed his sheathed cock against her back hole. He leaned over and rubbed her breasts. “Easy, baby.”

  His dick popped in, and her breath caught. Brandon leaned back on his haunches, out of her mouth’s reach. She might have complained, but she was too focused on what Sam was doing. He eased his cock out like he had with the dildo, and then slid it in again, only this time going farther. Between the pinching and rubbing, the stretching was welcome.

  Brandon cupped her face. “You’re doing real good, darlin’. A little bit more and then I can eat your pussy.”

  These men didn’t understand. She’d never last, especially if Brandon licked her. Sam lowered his hands to her hips, held her still, and then eased on in. Her eyes bugged out.

  “It’s huge.”

  That was an understatement, but more descriptive words left her. He’d hit erotic nerves she didn’t even know existed. That, coupled with the slight burning, had her panting.

  “I’m going to lean you back, baby. Take a deep breath.”

  Lean her back? Sam’s legs stretched out alongside her as he tilted her up. She reached behind her to keep from falling. All thoughts of losing control disappeared as Sam’s cock drove deep inside her.

  “Holy fuck.”

  Sam laughed. “Not holy. I’m just a man.”

  A man who happened to be a werewolf.

  Brandon crawled close. “Lift her up.”

  As Sam did, Brandon stretched her legs out in front of her, making the position a bit more comfortable. When he leaned on his belly and crawled near, thoughts of Sam’s cock in her ass faded. Brandon smiled and proceeded to lick her clean. Yikes. Swirls of pleasure shot everywhere, and she fought to get enough oxygen into her system.

  Sam lift
ed her hips and held her still. His strength surprised her. She thought he did that to relieve the pressure, but she was wrong. It enabled him to drive straight up into her.

  “Sam!”

  “Hold tight, baby.”

  Brandon’s tongue moved faster and faster, until she thought she’d come apart at the seams. Just as she was about to lose control, Brandon stopped. He sat up, placed one foot beside her leg, and held his cock in his hand.

  “Are you ready to be loved by both of us? To become our mate? ‘Cause I want to love you real hard.”

  This was a dream come true. “Yes.”

  Brandon moved in and kissed her with an intensity that melted her mind. With his cock at her entrance, her thoughts exploded. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Love me forever,” she whispered.

  “Trust me, we will.”

  The second Brandon’s cock slid into her wet pussy, stars formed behind her eyes. With Sam’s humongous cock in her ass and Brandon’s dick in her pussy, there was absolutely no room. But she loved every sensation. She was one with both of them.

  She wanted to lift her hips and meet Brandon’s thrusts, but Sam had an iron clad grip on her hips. He knew how much she could handle. Relaxing the best she could, she arched her back, loving the feel of her tender breasts on Brandon’s rippled chest.

  They seesawed in and out a few times, probably to help her get used to having both of them inside her. When she screamed their names, they both plowed into her, fast and furiously, taking her into a new realm. Sam’s cock expanded in her ass as he came hard, and Brandon thrust deep once more, held her tight, and shot his cum deep into her. Her climax swept her away, and both men leaned to a different side of her neck and sunk their fangs deep. Joy surrounded her as her mind numbed.

  Sam lifted his head and pressed his lips to her ear. “I will love you, girl. Forever.”

  What happened after that, Mac didn’t know. Her mind ceased to function. Both men held still as if they were deep into their inner thoughts. Who pulled out first she didn’t remember. Mac closed her eyes and let them stretch out next to her. One of the men cleaned her up and sleep descended.

  She’d never been happier in her life.

  * * *

  Three weeks later

  Mac had no idea why Cheryl’s parents were throwing a celebration party, and Cheryl was being rather closed-lipped about it. Sure, Cheryl’s parents were thrilled to have their daughter back. That might have been the best thing to happen to the Johnson family. Her parents didn’t get along particularly well, nor had they treated Cheryl with much respect. After this ordeal, they’d all pulled together.

  Cheryl’s therapy was going very well, too. She even claimed she didn’t think she needed to go for much longer, which was wonderful news. Cheryl said the worst part of the ordeal might have been when she’d been drugged and put in a cage for a day or two. But Roger Medlock had showered her with gifts and expected nothing from her other than her presence during campaign parties. He required her to learn Florida law, which wasn’t so bad, and write handwritten invitations and thank you notes to his constituents and potential donors.

  Mac was pleased Cheryl had survived.

  “Ready?” Brandon asked.

  Mac had changed three times already. She wasn’t sure why it mattered. Only Cheryl, her parents, and her mom would be there. Her aunt and uncle had met Sam and Brandon, and they seemed to get along really well.

  “Yes.”

  Both men clasped her hand as they headed out to the rental car. They’d been pestering her about whether she wanted to stay in Indiana or go back to Florida. If she decided to stay, changes needed to be made—like having their cars shipped up to them and getting a larger place to live. She kept telling them as soon as Cheryl was ready to move on, Mac would give them her decision.

  Sam drove. Her men looked handsome in their pullover sweaters and black jeans. She couldn’t be happier. “I know it’s hard to sit through a party with someone else’s relatives, so I’m thanking you in advance.”

  Sam glanced over at her. “Nonsense. Your relatives are our relatives.”

  Her heart soared. Yes, they’d told her they loved her, but she wanted more—two husbands and a family.

  Sam parked on the street as her parents’ car was in the drive. Brandon jumped out of the backseat and opened her door. A girl could get used to such wonderful treatment. Inside, the whole family was there. Everyone hugged, and Mac had to say she’d never seen such cheer.

  “Come in, come in,” Aunt Hannah said.

  Once they were seated, Cheryl came out with a tray of champagne. “What’s this for?” Mac asked.

  She smiled. “Just take a glass.”

  Mac was intrigued. “Something’s happened?”

  Her cousin was beaming. “It has.” She held up her glass and looked around. “I was offered a job at McCormack and McCormack law firm.”

  Mac set down her glass, jumped up, and drew Cheryl into an embrace. “I’m so happy for you.”

  Mac did a mental fist pump and made a note to thank Blaine McCormack for hiring her cousin. The three of them had gone to high school together. While Cheryl always had a crush on the hunkie Blaine, he didn’t seem to notice she existed. When Mac had run into him the other day, he’d said his dad was getting older and wanted to slow down. He suggested Blaine become a partner. That meant they’d need a paralegal. When she suggested Cheryl and told him what her cousin had been through, Blaine said he’d be happy to read her resume. He must have been impressed. The man would definitely be getting a Christmas card this year.

  “I still can’t believe it,” Cheryl said. “It’s like the universe is telling me this is where I belong.”

  Mac had to admit that Cheryl never looked happier. “I agree.” She picked up her glass and tapped hers to Cheryl’s. “To new beginnings.”

  Everyone joined in the chant.

  Brandon’s cell rang. He glanced between her and Sam, probably debating on whether to ignore it. The caller had to be from Florida. He hadn’t met anyone up here yet.

  “Go ahead and take it,” she said.

  He slipped the phone from his pocket. “It’s my boss. Excuse me.” He stepped down the hall, which was probably wise. From the look on his face, it was General Armand, and not his boss at the telephone company.

  He didn’t need to be discussing werewolves with her aunt and uncle present. Mac had the talk about werewolves with Cheryl, but she wasn’t sure her cousin believed her. Blaine McCormack was a werewolf, which would Cheryl’s new job quite interesting.

  Mac glanced down the hallway. The General wouldn’t have called unless it was really important. Two minutes later Brandon returned.

  She raised her brows.

  Brandon smiled and faced the group. “As you all know, I moonlight with law enforcement. Apparently, my boss was so impressed with Mackenzie’s computer skills that he would like to offer her a job in Florida.”

  Her mom sucked in an audible breath.

  “Me?” Mac’s mind spun.

  She couldn’t exactly blurt out her questions—questions like had a woman ever worked at Pack headquarters? Was Chris Williams quitting or would they be working together? Would the General allow her to do some surveillance work? She understood that Sam and Brandon were here in Indiana to support her, but that sooner or later they’d be needed back in Gulfside.

  “Mom? What do you think?” She was her mother’s support system.

  Her mother stood and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “I want you to be happy. That means you need to go with your men. Though don’t be surprised if I sell the house and retire down in Florida.”

  Tears of joy dripped down her cheek. “I’d love that.” Her men would, too.

  Brandon wrapped an arm around her waist. “Is that a yes?”

  She hugged him. “Yes!”

  Mac wanted to do more than give him an embrace, but she’d save that delight for later tonight.

  Sam cleared his thr
oat. “As long as we are celebrating, Brandon and I have an announcement.”

  They all turned to him. Brandon let her go and stepped next to Sam. They glanced at each other, and she guessed they were having some kind of conversation. She’d have to break them of that habit.

  Both men got down on one knee and her heart stopped for a moment. Mac clasped a hand over her mouth.

  Brandon held out his hand, and Sam placed a blue velvet box on his palm. When he opened it up, she reached out to steady herself. Cheryl was by her side to hold on.

  “Mackenzie,” Sam began. “Brandon and I cannot put into words what having you in our life has meant to us. You’re stubborn, smart, and loving. We both love you with all of our being. You’ve put up with the bad and reveled in the good.”

  Brandon nudged him “What this long-winded oaf is trying to say is, will you marry us?”

  Her throat was so clogged that nothing came out. All she could do was nod. Both men stood. Brandon lifted her hand and slipped the ring on her finger. There was a bright diamond in the center surrounded by two chocolate ones on either side. She didn’t need to ask the significance of the brown stones. They represented her men.

  “I love you both so much.”

  What followed constituted an embarrassing amount of public display, but she didn’t care. Mac had already warned her family that she was in love with both men. Only her mom really understood what true mates meant.

  Mac swiped a hand under her eyes and leaned back. “This ring means we’re all equal, right?”

  “Sure, baby.”

  “So if I want to go out in the middle of the night to investigate something, you’ll let me go?” She was just teasing them.

  “Hell, no.” Sam picked her up and held her tight. “We’re going to make sure you can’t get out of the house.”

  She tapped her lips. “I’d like to see you stop me.”

  Boy was she in for a good spanking tonight.

  Epilogue

  General Armand leaned back in his seat, clasped his hands over his chest, and studied Chris Williams. “You’re sure this Colter research facility is in Falling Pines, Ontario?” It was plausible. That part of Canada was remote, making it a good location.