Kidnapped by the Wolves

by Jasmine Wylder

  Now, they were joined together because they wanted to be. The others could have gone anywhere they wanted to, but they chose to stick here, close together. Still looking to him for leadership, still waiting for his commands.

  “If you thought I was no longer suitable to be alpha,” Sly said slowly, “that meant I wasn’t. And that hit me hard. It hurt. I didn’t want to admit it. I wanted to believe that Chloe had messed with your head. But you were right. I wasn’t acting as an alpha should. I was letting my hate and anger overwhelm me. And with nothing to direct that anger onto, I was lashing out at the pack.”

  Devon nodded. “And then when Chloe came around… she gave you something to lash out against. Until she didn’t.”

  Sly sighed. “I really went off the deep end, didn’t I? I lost all perspective.”

  “Yes,” Devon agreed slowly, “but is that going to change now?”

  Sly hummed. “I want it to. But I think we can both agree that it’s not going to happen overnight. It’s going to take work. And I’m going to need you to be patient with me.”

  “I can be patient, as long as I see true effort on your part.” Devon grinned at him, his whole face lighting up. “Also, if you hurt Chloe—and I mean if you hurt her outside of our games—I will tear your throat out.”

  Sly nodded. That seemed reasonable enough to him. He laughed. Normally a death threat would have his hackles up. Perhaps it was just because he knew if he hurt Chloe, he’d want his throat to be torn out. “I guess she’s managed to bring out a new side of me.”

  “No. She just helped to bring the old Sly back.”

  “Who would have thought?”

  Devon cracked a wicked grin. “Would you believe me if I said I knew from the start?”

  “No.”

  “You’d be right. I thought you were going to end up worse than ever. But I’m glad I was wrong.”

  “Me, too,” Sly whispered fervently, pulling Chloe in closer. Her soft, round body against his made him tighten. “I’ve never been so glad to be wrong about anything.”

  ***

  Devon was torn between wanting to continue this conversation and wanting to nudge Chloe awake to do some more… energetic things. Now that the stress of the battle they’d been through was over and the berserker had fully drained from him, he needed something to work off his excess energy. Laying here in bed was nice. Actually, talking was nice.

  But what he really wanted…

  He let out a breath of air that wafted Chloe’s hair and made her stir. He paused, half-hopeful that she’d wake, half-sorry that he’d woken her up. She let out a soft sigh and snuggled deeper into Sly’s chest.

  Sly smirked at him. “Guess we know who her favorite is,” he murmured.

  “She’s only doing that because she’s facing you. If she was facing me, then I’d be the one she was pressing in on.” Devon shifted closer to make up for the loss and pressed himself against Chloe’s backside. Her perfect, round ass made him harden. He was going to have that ass. He’d found the bottle of lube in the bathroom. Strawberry scented. Once Chloe was awake…

  And she’s ready, he reminded himself. I don’t want her turning red on me.

  To distract himself and let Chloe sleep a little longer, he murmured, “I never thought I’d ever meet someone who could just talk me out of berserker mode. But she was really able to tame me, wasn’t she? All without violence.”

  Sly flinched. “I used to be able to. Talk you down from berserker mode.”

  “Well, not really. Not like her.” Devon shrugged. “Yeah, you’d use words, but you would also beat on me a bit to make sure I was doing what I should. It’s different with her, Sly. You know what I mean, right?”

  “Yeah, I know it’s different. Otherwise, we’d be fucking right now.” Sly winked at him, as though he knew how ready for sex Devon was.

  Or, rather… Devon snorted. Was he indicating that he, too, was just waiting for Chloe to wake up so they could get into some fun times? “What makes you think you’d ever be my type, Sly? I like them curvy, not muscle-hard. Besides which, if two guys with our personalities ever started to have sex, it would end up being a fight over who was on top and who was on bottom every time. I’m perfectly happy with our little vampire.”

  Chloe shifted, yawning. “Is that why you’re both stabbing me right now? Can’t a girl get some sleep after an evil vampire tries to turn her into a zombie?”

  A grin blossomed over Devon’s face and he nuzzled her neck. “Oh, she can get lots of sleep. But sometimes a wolf needs what a wolf needs.”

  She turned slightly, meeting his lips with hers. “I think I can help with that…” She smiled sleepily but her expression sobered soon enough. “Is it really over? Is Rodger dead?”

  “Yes,” Sly said firmly. “We left the other wolves there to burn and bury the bodies. The tunnels have been collapsed and there is no way Rodger is coming back this time. You’re safe. Nobody is ever going to hurt you again.”

  Chloe let out a heavy sigh as she ran her hands up his abdomen. “But where am I going to get blood from now? Ethan was there… he sold me out.”

  “Two of our wolves run the funeral parlor,” Devon told her. “They’ll be taking over at the morgue now as well. They’ll get you all the blood you need. Not to mention we do have a doctor as well.”

  Chloe relaxed and smiled. “Good. Then I guess there is only one thing left to worry about.”

  Sly ran his hand down her back, making her shiver in a delightful way. Devon couldn’t stop himself from nibbling at her neck. He met Sly’s eye and Sly winked. They were going to work this in tandem, to make sure their vampire knew who she belonged to from now on.

  “What are you worried about?” Sly asked her as he drew one of her legs over his hip.

  Devon repressed a growl—no, he was supposed to be the one she was slinging her leg over. Why should Sly be the one who had her now, when it was him who had yelled at her so terribly after last time? He hadn’t even apologized to her!

  Be patient. Watching them was a lot of fun, too.

  Chloe toyed with the hairs at the back of Sly’s neck. “Is this… for real? I mean, what is going to happen going forward? You’re not just going to throw me away, are you?”

  Devon’s arms wrapped tightly around her. How could she think that! “Never,” he growled. “You belong to us now, Chloe. You are going to stay here for the rest of our lives. We will protect you. We will care for you. You’re ours.”

  “You are ours,” Sly agreed. “And nobody is ever going to take you away from us. Understood?”

  Chloe’s face blossomed into a smile. Her hips moved back and forth, like she couldn’t decide which one she wanted to press against more. “I understand. Thank you. That’s all I wanted to know.”

  Devon ran his hand up her hip, tugging her nightgown up over her ass. Her creamy skin was so tantalizing that it made him groan in anticipation. “Now. You ran off when we told you to stay put.”

  “What?” Chloe’s eyes widened.

  Sly nodded. “You did. We told you to stay with Angela and Sandra and instead you went running off and nearly got yourself killed. For that, you’ll have to be punished.” A wicked grin spread over his face. “Devon, get the rope.”

  Devon snorted as he left the bed. “Fine, but I get her first this time.”

  “But I was trying to help,” Chloe said as she squirmed in Sly’s grasp.

  “You were,” Devon agreed as he found the rope. “But you still disobeyed. Put out your hands so I can tie you up.”

  Eyes wide, Chloe obeyed.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chloe didn’t know if her body could take it, after everything she had been through in the past day. She was still sore from their marathon yesterday, not to mention this whole business with Rodger had left her sore from the fighting and emotionally raw. But she didn’t want to think about that—she was safe now. Devon and Sly had her and she would be forever safe.

  Sly cupped her face in h
is hands as Devon tied her hands in front of her. The look in his eyes took her breath away. His fingers drew over her lips, intense concentration on his face. “I’m sorry,” he said eventually.

  “Sorry?”

  “For yelling at you. For accusing you of those terrible things. For not being who you needed me to be.”

  Chloe blinked at sudden tears as she shook her head. Part of her wanted to say it was no big deal, that he was here now and that was what was important. She took a deep breath. If she was going to do this, then she needed to be honest, right? Things were kind of weird between the three of them, but staying silent wasn’t going to help any of them heal.

  “It did hurt,” she said, keeping her gaze on him while Devon moved about her, slowly taking her clothes off. For the nightgown he took a knife and sliced it off her, exposing her body to the chilly air. “But thank you for saying sorry. I forgive you.”

  “So do I,” Devon rumbled as he stepped up behind her. He pressed his cock into her ass. He’d undressed, too and was more than ready for her. It sent a zing of pleasure straight to her core. He kissed her neck, then pulled back slightly to glare at Sly. “This time. But if this happens again…”

  Sly inclined his head. “I will do better. I promise.”

  “Good enough.” Devon slapped Chloe’s ass lightly, making her jerk. “Now. Since we’ve got that done, turn this disobedient little vampire over your knee and give her a darn good spanking.”

  Chloe expected Sly to protest being told what to do. When he didn’t and only grinned, she was the one who protested. Not that it stopped them. Sly turned her over his knee and slapped her ass. The sharp sting of pain made her yelp, but at the same time it made her core tighten. Chloe’s eyes widened as he spanked her, hard enough for it to sting every time. Pleasure shot through her and by the time he was done, she was pushing her ass up, begging him to hit her harder.

  Devon took her from Sly and rubbed the sting from her ass. He grinned at her. “I have other things I want to do with this. Have you ever had anal sex before?”

  Chloe didn’t think her eyes could get any wider, but they did. She brought her bound hands up, brushing the hair from her face. Silently, she shook her head. Devon grabbed a bottle and pushed her down over the bed, so she was leaning on it with her legs spread wide on the floor. Her mouth was dry as she considered what was about to be done. It wasn’t something she had seriously considered before…

  “But won’t it be too tight?” she murmured as she shivered; the cold lubricant felt good after she’d been spanked so mercilessly. “Won’t it hurt?”

  “I won’t hurt you,” Devon promised. “Not unless you want me to.”

  Chloe bit her lip and nodded. Sly ran his hands over her body, massaging her breasts, rubbing her back, circling her clit, while Devon prepared her. He used a condom on his fingers first, easing them into her. It was a completely different sensation to have him stroke and stretch her there, but with Sly working her body in other ways, she soon found herself enjoying it a great deal.

  When Devon started to push his cock into her, though, Sly was the one to stop him. “I’d rather see more of her body than yours.”

  Devon laughed. “Alright, then. Let’s do this standing up, shall we?”

  Chloe’s heart beat fast in anticipation, every nerve in her body on fire. Devon pulled her to her feet. The lube felt kind of weird as he marched her to the bathroom and stepped into the shower, Chloe frowned, confused at first, until he pressed her into the glass wall. Sly pushed his pants to his knees and took himself in his hand.

  “Mash her breasts a little more,” he ordered.

  Devon pushed her into the cold glass, adding more lube to her ass as he hungrily bit at her neck. Chloe gasped as her eyes met with Sly’s. He pumped himself in even strokes, a pleased smile on his face. Devon’s hand wrapped around her throat, stroking her pulse point as he pushed into her. He felt a million times bigger in her ass. Stretching her out this way made her sting and she wasn’t sure if her own crying out was of pain or pleasure.

  “Stop,” Sly said roughly.

  Devon paused. Chloe didn’t know how he could get any deeper into her but god she wanted him. She whimpered. What was Sly stopping them for?

  “What’s your color?” Sly demanded, locking eyes with her again.

  It took her a second to understand what he was saying. “Green.”

  Sly leaned back, pumping himself faster. “Good. And we all remember your safe word?”

  “Strawberry,” she and Devon replied at the same time.

  “Well, then. Since we are all on the same page…” He grinned as he lifted his gaze to Devon. “Fuck the hell out of her.”

  Everything got a little more exciting after that order. Chloe panted as desire and lust swirled through her. It only got stronger as Devon’s hand around her neck tightened, almost to a point of pain. He smashed her against the shower wall, her breasts squashed flat against the wall. The sting in her ass increased as he began thrusting, still impossibly big. How did he even fit in there? But it felt so good, better than it had any right to.

  Devon’s free hand tangled in her hair. She was utterly helpless before him, unable to stop him even if she wanted to with her bound hands. His grunts of pleasure grew louder, and she arched her back, trying to get away from the powerful pleasure. If she’d known having something in her ass was this good…

  A keening wail burst from her. It was too much. More than she knew how to handle. “Stop.”

  Devon grunted in her ear, slowing. He panted while Sly growled low in his throat. “Your color?”

  Chloe whimpered as she pressed her forehead to the glass. The cold was a shock to her system and his softer movements helped her to think a little clearer. What he was doing to her was overwhelming, but she liked it—she liked that loss of control. She wanted him to dominate her like he was. She wanted him to own and control every inch of her body.

  “Green,” she gasped out. “I want to beg for you to stop, and I want you to ignore me.”

  Devon stroked her pulse point. “I’m not sure I want to do that, Chloe. There are other ways for me to have control over you without dipping into a rape fantasy.”

  Chloe frowned. “But it’s not rape. I’m saying that it’s what I want. But if you’re not comfortable with it, then I’ll try to control my tongue.”

  Hands were suddenly on them both. Turning them, pressing Devon against the back wall while Chloe was crushed between him and Sly’s bodies. Sly grabbed her left breast with his hand while he used the other to ease himself into position—and then entered her in one solid thrust.

  The shock of it made her yelp more than the pain, but there was pain too—she was filled to overcapacity and her eyes widened. How did they expect to be able to both fit inside of her like this? And yet… they did… somehow, they did.

  Sly looped her tied hands around his neck and pulled her up, so he and Devon were holding her in the air. He kissed her soundly, until she couldn’t breathe, then began thrusting. Already she knew she was going to have a hard time keeping her mouth shut.

  “Beg me,” Sly said, gaining momentum while Devon groaned. “And for god’s sake, if you really want me to stop—”

  “Strawberry.”

  He stopped at once, eyes widening. “Did you—”

  “No,” Chloe was quick to assure him. “I was just saying I know what to say. I’m green. I’m so green!”

  Sly buried his face into her neck, Devon in the other side. Sly thrust hard into her, making her bounce with the force of his pneumatic hips. Pleasure washed to every inch of her, blinding her with it. Devon grunted into her ear; he didn’t even have to move, the friction of what Sly was doing building his own pleasure at the same time.

  “Stop,” Chloe gasped because it really was too much for her not to say anything.

  She loved how Sly kept going, ignoring her pleas as tears of mingled pain and pleasure built in her eyes. Devon kissed her, held her. Stopped Sly every
so often to make sure she was still good to keep going. As the pleasure built between the three of them, as Chloe started to lose her breath with her begging, Devon’s stopping them became less and less often. He left Sly to hold her up, his hands moving to her breasts, his teeth scraping against her neck.

  Chloe was utterly helpless before their passion. Her body did things that she didn’t think were possible. Her heart hammered and her breath was cut short as the pleasure increased to a point where all she could do was gasp out cries as she held her breath. It was too much, they were too powerful, she couldn’t stop it—and she loved every fucking second of it.

  She was the first to finish this time, followed quickly by Devon and lastly by Sly. For the next few hours they kept changing positions, the two wolves taking her in ways she didn’t even know was possible before finally she collapsed on the bed.

  “Strawberry,” she moaned. “Strawberry and red and all that.”

  Devon panted as he stretched out to her left, Sly collapsing to her right. The three of them lay there for a long time, struggling to catch their breath as the scent of sex and strawberry scented lubricant washed over them. Every inch of Chloe’s body ached. How many times had she climaxed? She had lost count.

  Her eyes started to drift shut, a contented sigh rushing from her. “I love you.”

  At first, she didn’t think they heard her. But then both of them started to stroke her body gently and she knew they had. Her face heated; she hadn’t expected this… truthfully, she hadn’t meant to say it. Not out loud, at least. All the same, it felt good it say. It felt… right.

  Devon kissed her lightly. “I love you, too.”

  Chloe bit her lip, smiling as her face went even redder.

  “Well if both of you are going to say it…” Sly looked a little hesitant, but when he met her eye, he smiled. And with that smile, she knew. She snuggled closer to him as he stroked her hair. “I love you, too, my vampire.”