Protecting Their Mate: Part Two (The Last Pack)

by Moira Rogers

  "Any ideas?" Blake waited until Lucas's finger balanced on her full lower lip before brushing her clit again, driving a gasp from her. "She's earned something wonderful."

  Lucas's finger delved into her mouth, but only for a moment before he pulled it free and drew a wet path down her chin and throat. "We get her off," he rasped. "And then we let her go."

  She'd be wild by that point, desperate, ready to tear them both up. Blake gave in to a moan, right against her ear, and centered two fingers over her clit. "Perfect."

  Ashley flailed, grasping at him, clinging as she trembled over the edge. She came hard, swaying against Blake, barely coherent pleas falling from her lips. "Don't stop--I can't--I need it--"

  He closed his teeth on her ear and rolled her clit between his fingers. Her hips rocked over Lucas's hand, taking his fingers so deep that Blake couldn't help but envy him. He wanted to feel the tight clench of her pussy, muscles rippling as she got off. "How hard?" he rasped, the words edged in a desperation he couldn't hide anymore. "How hard is she coming?"

  "Hard." Lucas's voice had gone ragged, too, and he kept pumping his fingers, fucking them into her faster. "Like she wants more. Like she can't get enough."

  Trusting Lucas to take over, Blake wrapped his arm around her waist to free up the other. Then he stroked all the way down her back, to the warm, red curve of her beautiful ass.

  "She likes it to hurt a little," he said, letting the promise beneath his words tickle against her ear. He dragged his nails lightly over her skin before giving each cheek a firm slap that had her twisting away with a harsh noise.

  Lucas slid down, lifting one of Ashley's legs with his free hand. Blake lifted the other, and she settled with her knees on either side of Lucas's head.

  "How much pain?" he asked, his voice muffled against her inner thigh. "A little..." He twisted his hand, and she cried out. "Or a lot?"

  Blake dragged Ashley's head back and watched her face as he tugged lightly on one swollen nipple. "How much?" he asked her softly. "More?"

  "I keep waiting," she whispered dreamily, her dark eyes unfocused. "There has to be a line. Somewhere I want it to stop."

  The words sharpened his attention, gave him a tangible goal. "We'll find it," he promised, squeezing her nipple until her back arched. "And then you'll know how much you can take."

  Her gaze cleared as it fixed on his face, and she licked his lower lip as her hips began to rock.

  Still hungry, still soft. But she was lost in him, so he couldn't be jealous of Lucas. His alpha was shaping everything about this moment, nudging and maneuvering to give Blake this--a female who was open and ready, who was staring into his eyes like she wanted to fall into them.

  No, it wasn't about jealousy, this throbbing need to get his fingers inside her and savor her tremors the next time she came. He just wanted to touch her.

  He licked her back, lingering over the full curve of her lower lip. And even though he spoke to Lucas, his words were for her. "Is it my turn to see how hard she comes yet?"

  "Can you handle it?" But Lucas had already pulled his fingers free of her body. He lifted them and circled her nipple until it was slick and hard.

  Irresistible.

  Blake dipped his head and closed his lips around the tip, licking the taste of her off her skin before sucking hard. She was still moaning when he released her and slid a hand down, past her ass to stroke her pussy. "She tastes so good."

  The man's only answer was a low hum, drowned out by Ashley's fevered moan--and Blake learned why a moment later when his fingers nudged past Lucas's tongue.

  Heat flooded his veins as he inched his fingers back, and then into her. Three, all at once, slowly working deeper. She was so ready she opened for him easily, and he could already feel her around his cock, welcoming him, gripping him as he fucked her.

  Soon, so soon. But not yet.

  He twisted his wrist, turning his fingers until his palm was down and his fingertips could rub just the right spot inside her.

  Ashley thrashed, and it took both of them holding her with their free hands, fingers biting into soft flesh, to keep her still. She moaned, each sound louder and more desperate than the last, and struggled against their grip.

  "You can do this," Blake told her, refusing to relent, even with her body gripping his fingers so hard that it hurt not to drag them free and drive his cock into her. But that was a distraction and this--this was about one thing. "You can take this pleasure, can't you?"

  Her moan turned into a cry as a shudder wracked her. "Yes. Yes."

  He didn't stop. Not with the first orgasm, or with the second. She clawed at his arm wrapped around her midsection, at Lucas's hands on her hips and thighs. She screamed, sobbed, buried her face in the hollow of Blake's neck and bit him almost hard enough to draw blood.

  Almost.

  Blake ground against her hip. He couldn't stop himself, couldn't block out the lure of her arousal. The intoxicating scent, the slickness as he pumped his fingers into her. She was so open to him, wet for him, that he could have added a fourth, could have stretched her and readied her for a merciless claiming.

  Instead, he slowed his touch, giving her time to drag in a shuddering breath. "Ask the alpha," he whispered against her ear. "Ask him how many more times you have to come before he'll let you touch him."

  She mumbled something unintelligible, her breath warming his skin in hot, quick pants.

  Beyond coherence. She was out of her head, so Blake eased his fingers free of her body and gently cupped her pussy. "Lucas?"

  The man moved slowly, every muscle taut and trembling. He lifted Ashley's legs and sat up, clutching her to his chest as she slid down his body to land in his lap. He traced the curve of her cheek, his gaze fixed on her face.

  Tension flooded Blake.

  Lucas wasn't relaxed anymore. The lazy alpha playing matchmaker was gone, replaced by a feral, powerful wolf who looked all too eager to roll Ashley beneath him and claim her for himself.

  If he did--

  Blake's hands curled into helpless fists. He could fight it. He might not even lose the challenge--Lucas was the strongest, but Blake wasn't weak. But he'd still lose everything that mattered. His friend. And all of Ashley's easy trust, her growing confidence and pride in her own desires. He would shame her, scare her, hurt her...

  Of course, if he sat here and watched Lucas fuck her, he'd lose her. How couldn't he? She was so strong, so fierce. Her wolf would rejoice in accepting the strongest mate in the pack...

  But what was Blake if he wanted less for her? A liar, a hypocrite, a selfish bastard keeping her from what was best because he wanted her for his own.

  "She's yours," Lucas said finally, touching Ashley's chin. "All you have to do is take her. Claim her."

  Every instinct screamed at him to snatch her out of the alpha's arms and drag her under his body. Instead, he held himself motionless and risked his heart for her happiness. "Is that what you want, Ash?"

  She stared at Lucas--but she reached for Blake, her hand finding his automatically, as if she knew, effortlessly, exactly where he was. "Yes."

  The leash on his self-control snapped.

  He moved without thought, hauling her out of Lucas's lap. There were cushions scattered everywhere, enough to lay her out in a hundred positions. But his wolf only wanted one thing. Her, on her knees in front of him, welcoming him into her body.

  So he put her there, shoving a pillow beneath her hips to lift them before smoothing both hands over her ass. "So pretty and pink," he muttered, lifting one hand to jerk open his pants. "I marked you."

  Her back arched, lifting her ass even higher. "I liked it."

  "I know." And he proved it, thrusting into her without warning, without mercy. Just one endless shove into the clasping heat of her, until he was snug against her ass. Groaning, he closed his eyes and let his head fall back. "You fit like you were made for me."

  Ashley jerked forward and inhaled sharply. By the time Blake opened his e
yes again, Lucas was kneeling in front of her, gripping both of her wrists, stretching her out on the pillows.

  She flexed her fingers with another harsh inhalation. "You promised to let me go."

  Lucas froze, then relaxed his hands with the barest hint of a smile. "I guess I did."

  Rocking back, she rose on her elbows--and reached for his belt.

  Blake let her fumble with the buckle. Let her pull the leather open and reach for the fastening on Lucas's pants. Let her think she was getting away with it as he eased back...

  She reached for the zipper, and Blake dragged her into his next thrust with a growl. She cried out, and her whole body shook as she clenched around him.

  "Fuck." He reached for her hair, already so disheveled from their hands. But he liked the noises she made when he wrapped the tousled locks around his fist, loved the way her body clenched even tighter when he pulled hard enough to yank her head up. "You like being pulled around, don't you, sweetheart?"

  "Strong," she whispered dreamily. "So strong."

  "Strong," he agreed, leaning over her to press his lips to her ear. "Strong, so you don't have to be all the time. That's what pack means."

  Ashley growled softly. She kept the fingers of one hand curled into the top of Lucas's jeans, but she reached up with the other and threaded her fingers through Blake's hair. "A different kind of strong. That's what I am. What you see."

  He saw strength in every part of her. Even starving and locked away to wither and die, she'd been strong, fighting to be free when she could barely lift her arms. "You wouldn't be here if you weren't, Ash."

  "We took her too high," Lucas rumbled, sliding one huge hand up her arm. "Got to bring her back down a little."

  She choked on a startled cry as a sudden surge of energy arced through the room, through her, so strong even Blake could feel it. Rough, demanding, dominant...

  Starving.

  Shuddering, he straightened and did the only thing he could--closed his hands around the wicked flare of her hips and fucked into her. Hard.

  Everything was fast now. Ashley's hands, fumbling with denim. Lucas's hands, sliding over her skin, into her hair.

  Blake's words, falling from him, sharp and harsh, between every thrust. The dirty, filthy, raw words that got her going, the ones that demanded she open, lick, suck, all the things she was already doing because Lucas was the alpha, with the power to make them all wild.

  Even Blake. Hell, even the most jealous, possessive parts of him. They'd skidded past some point of no return, past any awareness of Lucas and Blake. They weren't two men, dancing around one another with the unspoken tension of rivals. They were wolves, pack, barreling toward the same prey.

  Ashley writhed between them, so tight and hot around Blake's cock even as she parted her lips as wide as she could. This was what she needed--the freedom to revel in the shamelessness of her desires. To reach out and claim them after a lifetime of being forced to let life happen to her.

  Just like he kept happening to her.

  Gritting his teeth against the loss of her clenching slickness, he eased back and loosened his grip on her hips. "Fuck us, Ashley."

  She made a low noise, muffled around Lucas's dick in her mouth, and shoved her hands against his thighs, using the leverage to slam back into Blake.

  So good. So fucking good. Being inside her was coming home, a pleasure so intense it set his hands to shaking. He hid it by pushing her away again, forcing her to fight to return. Maybe if she was focused on reaching for him, on yearning for him--

  The next time, it wasn't just Ashley moving. Lucas wound his fingers in her hair, holding it back from her face, and gripped her shoulders through the thick, glossy strands. He drove her back, urging her into a harder, more feverish rock, moaning when she rebounded and almost gagged on his cock.

  It didn't stop her. Nothing stopped her. She was fucking glorious, but she was distracted, torn between the two of them because Lucas didn't understand her yet.

  Blake did.

  He dragged her back, onto his cock, so hard that Lucas slipped free of her lips. "Do you know what's different about the alpha, Ash?"

  She whimpered, licked the corner of her mouth. "What?"

  Her hair was free, so Blake gathered it up, freeing the ends from beneath Lucas's steely hands. "He goes first. And he comes first, too."

  A short, husky laugh burst free of her, but it melted into a moan as Blake gave her hair a warning tug. "Always?"

  Fuck, it was hard not to pull her back onto his dick again, to shove her to the floor and just ride her until the tense pleasure throbbing at the base of his spine found its release when she came around him again. "Always," he ground out, lifting his gaze to Lucas's. "You came all over his face, sweetheart. Make him come all over yours."

  "That's filthy--"

  Lucas silenced her by pressing his thumb hard against her full lower lip. "Use your hand," he growled. "And keep telling me how fucking dirty all this is."

  Trembling, she obeyed.

  He was still slick from her mouth, and her fist glided easily up his shaft when she wrapped it around him. She squeezed tighter, and Lucas groaned, his head falling back, his throat working.

  Blake tugged at her hair again, just to make her moan, and ground deeper. "Your alpha told you to talk. Say all those words that make your pussy clench tight."

  "I love it," she breathed. "It gets so hot, like my skin doesn't fit anymore. Except now it finally does." The tip of Lucas's cock glistened, and she licked away the evidence of his arousal with a flick of her tongue. "It is filthy. It's wicked, and I want more."

  Lucas's gaze had gone dark, heavy-lidded. "More what, love? Say it."

  "More everything--fucking, spanking, kissing..." She trailed off as she pumped her hand over him, then growled as she twisted her hand lightly. "Pleasure."

  "Jesus--" Lucas shuddered, his hips twitching, and thrust into her fist. "What else?"

  She didn't answer immediately, not with words. But a shudder rippled through her, too, one Blake could feel deep inside. "Love."

  He could give her that. He would, whether she chose him or not. "I told you the first day, sweetheart. We'll give you everything."

  Her head fell back against his shoulder, and her eyes fluttered shut. Lucas wrapped his fingers over hers and jerked her hand faster, his chest heaving. He lifted his free hand to her face, pushed two fingers between her parted lips, and rumbled when she licked them hungrily.

  "Blake--" His voice was strained, taut, like the muscles standing out in stark relief beneath his skin.

  He didn't have to finish the sentence. Blake hauled Ashley up against his chest, sliding one hand down to splay across her abdomen as he curled the other around her throat.

  "Where should he come?" Blake growled, edging his fingers low enough to brush the slick outer lips of her pussy. "So many pretty places to choose from." But not inside her, whispered that darker voice. Ashley might shiver at the illicitness of having Lucas's come splashed across her tits, or licking it from her lips, but Blake was the one inside her.

  Right where she wanted him.

  Ashley drew in a sharp breath and let it out on such a desperate, pleading noise that Blake took pity and gave her what she needed--quick, firm pressure on her clit. She bucked with a shriek, her pussy clamping around his cock.

  Lucas came with a grunt. He pumped his hand, milking his orgasm, painting Ashley's hard nipples and luscious breasts with every eager spurt of semen. Spent, he fell back on the pillows with another groan.

  Ashley shivered, then slowly reached up and circled her nipple, rubbing the new slickness over and around the hard peak. Growling, Blake lifted his hand to catch hers and dragged both of them to her lips. "Go ahead," he dared her. "Lick him off your fingers. Lick yourself off mine."

  She turned her head far enough to almost meet his gaze before opening her mouth and sliding her hot, pink tongue over their fingertips.

  It was too much. He spilled forward again, bend
ing her across Lucas's sprawled body. She went so willingly, even when he pressed her cheek to Lucas's chest with a whispered, "Stay there," and straightened.

  She did, her body a sweet, submissive arc, her ass like heaven under his hands as he gripped her and finally, finally gave into the need to move, to thrust deep, to give pleasure and take it.

  It had to be enough. Her body still gripped him tightly every time he withdrew and welcomed him eagerly with every advance, and she was so wet, so primed, making desperate noises that matched the need pulsing in his bones.

  Jerking her hips higher, he used everything he'd learned of her body to angle his next thrust just right. A scream tore out of her throat, so sudden and hoarse that it took him a moment to realize it was his name.

  Yes.

  He fucked her harder, wilder, riding the spot that made her scream. With her voice ringing in his ears, urging him on, maybe he could out outpace the doubts breathing down his neck, the certainty that this was too easy, too cowardly. Letting Lucas step aside wasn't a victory he had earned.

  But it was one he couldn't stop himself from taking, especially when she screamed again, coming so hard around him that he couldn't hold back. With pleasure graying out the world, he ground deep and gave in to it.

  Release. Bliss, undercut with the sharp bite of disappointment, because it was so, so good--

  But that was all it was.

  Ashley shivered against Lucas's chest, and he murmured something low and soothing, words that couldn't quite penetrate the pounding rush in Blake's ears. Her shivers turned into trembling, and she looked up over her shoulder.

  Confusion marred would should have been sleepy contentment. Resolving to lick his wounds in private, Blake locked down every last shred of pain and leaned over to kiss the furrow between her brows. "Shh. It's okay."

  "But you..." A darker flush replaced the glow on her cheeks.

  "Shh." Even a werewolf would be aching after the way they'd worked her, so he withdrew carefully before wrapping Ashley in one arm and tugging her to sprawl between him and Lucas. She was still trembling, flushed and uncertain, and he hated himself for diminishing the brightness in her eyes, even a little.