Sold To The Alphas: A BBW Paranormal Romance

by Amira Rain

  But now, my period was over. And with both of them currently standing in front of me, all that lightly tanned muscle, strong, clenched jaws, and dark hair glinting in the sun, it occurred to me that maybe the forest was as good a place as any to end a dry spell.

  However, I forced myself to ignore these thoughts. I was mad about the way Chase and Grayson had both spoken to me and had made me feel like a stupid little child, and I was determined to respond to them with a little zinger.

  Glancing between them both, I jutted my chin out a bit. "Well, so I goofed. In case you both weren't aware, it happens. What are you going to do? Spank me?"

  *

  In response to me sarcastically asking if they were going to spank me for my little lapse in judgment with the coyote, Chase and Grayson exchanged glances. They actually appeared to be considering it. Much to my surprise, this actually sent a little current of something electric racing through me.

  Though at the same time, I still felt more than a bit angry at Chase and Grayson for so clearly pointing out my mistake in thinking that the coyote was a wolf. Maybe I was more mad at myself for having been such an idiot to make the mistake in the first place; I didn't even know. All I knew was that I still felt kind of angry at someone. I still felt some sort of a need to express defiance, as if that would repair my wounded pride.

  So, I jutted my chin out for the second time, glancing between Chase and Grayson. "Whatever the two of you seem to be considering, all I can say is that you wouldn't dare. You absolutely would not dare. Not with me in the mood I'm in right now."

  With his muscular arms still folded across his chiseled chest, Chase snorted. "You're the one that suggested that you might deserve a good, hard spanking for putting yourself in danger this afternoon."

  "I did not in any way 'suggest' that I 'need' a spanking, let alone a 'good, hard' one. I was more like being sarcastic because of the way you and Grayson were-"

  "Doesn't matter." With his jewel-green eyes glinting in the bright sun, Chase lifted his wide shoulders in a shrug. "It's irrelevant. No matter who brought it up, or what was said, all that matters is that Grayson and I now understand that you need and deserve a spanking as a consequence for you disregarding what we told you about not going past the safety boundaries we set for you.

  “I, for one, think I'll enjoy administering or watching your punishment, on several different levels. And as for you, I think you might find that a good fanny-warming might go a long way to help snap you out of your bad mood and also correct the sassy attitude you've been displaying."

  I sputtered, outraged, though curiously and suddenly turned on at the same time. "First off, my, you're presumptuous, Chase, and second, the whole reason I very sarcastically asked if the two of you were going to give me a spanking was because you were both making me feel like a stupid little child about the whole coyote thing. Key word...sarcastically!"

  Now it was Grayson's turn to fold his arms across his chest, mirroring Chase and me.

  He gave me a quick once-over, not even bothering to attempt to disguise a hungry, lustful look in his coal-gray eyes. "I don't care who said what, and with what level of sincerity or sarcasm. I agree with Chase. All that matters is that the idea of you receiving a spanking was brought up, and I think it's a great one.

  “I have to say that it appeals to my natural tendencies as an alpha. In fact, I'm almost glad you decided to run right past the evergreen trees boundary this afternoon. I've actually had a few little thoughts about wanting to take you over my knee since the day we met. Just needed a good reason to do it. Just needed you to earn it first."

  Chase nodded. "Can't say that I haven't had similar thoughts. And as much as I'd like to say I'm not going to enjoy this...well, I'm not in the habit of saying huge, bald-faced lies. Like Grayson, I'm not upset at all that the little coyote got you whipped up into a state of such complete irrationality as to make you cruise right past the evergreens. Nope, I'm really not upset at all. So, without further ado...."

  He glanced at Grayson with an unmistakably eager gleam in his deep green eyes. An unmistakable eager gleam that was also present in Grayson's eyes as well.

  I couldn't believe the two of them were actually going to go through with it. I couldn't deny that I was becoming more than a bit turned on, yet more than a bit anxious at the same time, which, bizarrely, seemed to be feeding into my increasing excitement.

  However, my uncertainty and anxiety about what it seemed Chase and Grayson were actually going to do, rose above my strange excitement for just a second and made me take a stab at getting out of my little punishment.

  "I still say the two of you won't dare do this. Not with Skye still being held captive. The two of you wouldn't dare do something as cruel as actually spank a person who has a captive sister."

  Grayson responded with a faint scoff. "For the first day or two after Skye was abducted, when you were very upset and worried about her, I might have agreed with you. But for the past several days, ever since our spy reported that she's unharmed and actually seems to be looking pretty well, you've seemed to be doing much better.

  “And, you know that Chase and I will soon be rescuing her, once our reinforcements arrive in the form of our wolf friends from the north, so that we have the numbers needed to overpower the large pack that has Skye. So being that's the case, and you seemed emotionally well enough to spend a good amount of time talking and laughing with Flora while out on your walk today...laughing so loudly, in fact, that Chase and I overheard it at times while out on patrol...."

  At the mention of Flora, I realized something. Something I knew might sabotage Chase and Grayson's plans, and I just couldn't resist trying. Even though at the same time, I kind of didn't want to sabotage their plans. I was feeling a little confused.

  "Hey. I hope you both know that Flora and Lily are probably still just a little ways up the river, right where I left them. They could come down here at any second. As could your pack, who I know is still close nearby on patrol. So, the two of you may want to rethink your little plan to-"

  "Oh, those problems are easily enough solved." With his full mouth twitching with what I could only guess was a little smile of satisfaction at foiling my sabotage, Grayson pulled his phone from his pocket, swiped and tapped the screen a few times, and then put the phone to his ear. "It's me, Hunter. Rowan is fine. Turned out that the animal we heard her shouting at was just a coyote, and just a large pup at that.

  “So, no big deal, though she is kind of upset, so Chase and I think we're going to take the afternoon off to comfort her. You can go ahead and take the afternoon off, too, just in case you wanted to collect Flora and Lily from the stream and spend time with them at home or another part of the village.

  “Oh, and please go ahead and tell the pack to take the patrol around to the east for the time being. Chase and I are going to walk Rowan back to the village soon, and we don't need her being startled by any noise from the patrol. Lord knows she's had a hard enough day already. And it's about to get even harder."

  With his full mouth twitching even a bit more than it had been at the start of the call, Grayson paused for just a second or two, seeming to be listening, before speaking again. "Oh, nothing. Just teasing Rowan, here. Thanks, Hunter, and we'll speak later."

  Grayson's "teasing" and other little comments had the effect of making my blood boil for what felt like the millionth time that day.

  While he ended the call and pocketed his phone, I glared at him, fuming. "Oh, so I'm 'upset' and you're going to 'comfort' me, huh? Because I've 'had a hard day' and 'it's about to get even harder'? Well, I hope you're going to be coming at me with your best, Grayson. Because I'm so mad at you right now, I'm pretty confident I can handle whatever you're going to dish out for my little 'punishment.' No matter how much 'harder' it's going to get."

  He looked at me with all traces of amusement gone from his face. "You may regret saying that to an alpha. An alpha who's just been dreaming about having you squirming over his
knee, with your gorgeous little fanny high in the air."

  I really was becoming confused. Confused by my own strange mix of feelings right then. On one hand, I was a bit concerned about exactly how much "harder" my little punishment was going to be. Though, on the other hand, I was almost looking forward to it, actually excited about it. I maybe didn't want to reveal it to Grayson at that moment, but he wasn't the only one who found the prospect of me squirming over his knee to be an arousing one.

  With butterflies rioting in my stomach, I looked him right in the eyes. "I don't think I'll regret anything I've said to you today. However, if you'd like to try to make me, be my guest. That is, if you think you're alpha enough."

  I hadn't really even meant it to, but that last little comment seemed to tip Grayson over some sort of edge. After looking at me for a long moment with the faintest hint of a growl rumbling in his chest, just loud enough to be heard above the sound of nearby birdsong, he immediately scooped me up and literally tossed me over his shoulder.

  I gasped, banging a fist on his muscular back. "How dare-"

  "Here's to tide you over for a few seconds."

  With that, he delivered a sharp, stinging swat to one of my rear cheeks, sharp and stinging enough to make me gasp again.

  "That was actually very hard, Grayson!""Good. It was intended to be."He began silently striding away from the bramble thickets, toward a large fallen log some ten or fifteen feet away. Just far enough away for me to realize on the way over that my short flowered skirt was flipped up, revealing my bare legs and underwear.

  I glanced up from Grayson's back at Chase, who was following Grayson and me. "Enjoying the view?"

  He swallowed before answering, his gaze seeming to be locked on my rear.

  "Tremendously."

  Now that he'd already delivered my first swat, Grayson didn't seem interested in any more talk or preamble. He sat down on the log with me still over his shoulder. He immediately reached back, lifted me by the shoulders, and began positioning me over his lap, rear high in the air. His and Chase's shifter strength, and their ability to seemingly carry me and lift me without an ounce of effort, never failed to give me a little thrill, and the present moment was no exception.

  I didn't have much time to contemplate this, though, as Grayson was already pulling down my underwear with a quiet low growl rumbling in his chest once again. Seeing Chase's big black boots in the dirt to my right, just out of the corner of my eye, let me know that he was watching the entire scene. For some reason, this gave me even more of a little thrill than Grayson's display of his shifter strength had.

  Craning my neck, I lifted my gaze to look at Chase. "I feel that I only deserve one spanking, at the very most, so when Grayson's finished, don't think that you'll be giving me another one. Because you won't be."

  Chase spoke in a low, husky croak. "Wrong."

  Not a split-second after Chase had spoken, I felt the first smack of Grayson's hand on my rear. It hadn't been an incredibly hard smack, and in fact, it had actually been a much lighter one than I'd been expecting. I'd wanted it to be a harder one, I realized to my surprise.

  I twisted around on Grayson's lap a bit, trying to look up at him without really succeeding. "Pathetic. I barely even felt that."

  I absolutely for sure, felt the next several smacks of his hand. I felt them to the point that I gasped with each one, squirming on his lap like he'd "dreamed" about me doing. Apparently part of his dream as well was to take a pause to caress my rear, running a large, strong hand over each of my cheeks with a barely-audible groan, because he soon did just that.

  And that was when I noticed that he was becoming hard, was actually quite hard already, to the point that I could feel his erection even through his jeans. The feel of it pressing against my feminine mound, combined with my position over his lap, also combined with the feel of my stinging rear cheeks, was enough to make me wet right then.

  I wanted Grayson, badly. I wanted to feel his hardness inside of me. I was going to have to wait. Because he wasn't quite finished with my little punishment yet. I had to endure at least a dozen more sharp, stinging swats before he was. Though maybe endure wasn't exactly the right word. Enjoy might have been more apt.

  Then it was Chase's turn to take me over his knee. He'd waited patiently, watching, and while he positioned me just how he wanted me, rear high in the air, I could feel that, like Grayson, he was hard as a rock, his erection straining against the fabric of his jeans.

  While I panted, squirmed, gasped, and even cried out periodically, Chase spanked my bare rear for at least a solid minute before finishing my punishment with one final swat so hard it actually made me cringe. Though almost immediately, I was pretty sure my expression became one of rapture when Chase put a hand between my parted legs and then slid two fingers into my slickness.

  I exhaled in a fluttery sigh. "Oh, yes. Yes, Chase."

  With his breathing heavy, rising above the babble of the nearby stream, he began slowly working his fingers in and out of my slickness. To add to the intensely pleasurable sensation, before each slide in of his fingers, he brushed his fingertips against my most sensitive spot, which was now throbbing and tingling.

  My eyes rolled back in my head, seemingly of their own accord, and my voice came out in a breathless whisper.

  "Don't stop, Chase. Please don't stop."

  Making a few low growls and periodic grunts, he didn't, and very soon I was lost in a world of pleasure, right there in the sunlit forest. Beside us, the stream gurgled and sparkled, and all around us, birds flitted from tree to tree, chirping.

  The warm late April air smelled of earth and the new bright green leaves on the trees. I clutched at a patch of clover beneath my hands, soon becoming so immersed in my very own little sensual paradise that I practically forgot my own name.

  However, I soon remembered it. I heard Grayson growl it softly, and I opened my eyes to see him kneeling on the patch of clover in front of me, his shirt off and his jeans and underwear down around his knees. His rock-hard pole bobbed mere inches from my face, and I knew what I was supposed to do with it. I knew what I wanted to do with it.

  Still bent over Chase's lap with my well-warmed rear in the air while he continued working his long, strong fingers in and out of my slickness, I extended my tongue and gave Grayson's thick pole a few long, slow licks, making him groan.

  Moving on his knees, he inched a little closer to me, until I could comfortably take him into my mouth, which I immediately did, bracing my hands on either side of his slim hips. He groaned again, and simultaneously, Chase increased the pace of his thrusting fingers, still brushing his fingertips against my most sensitive spot before each slide in. I began moaning, slowly bobbing my head to work Grayson's granite-hard shaft in and out of my mouth, making him groan and growl, tangling his fingers in my long, dark hair.

  My plateau of pleasure didn't last long, because it was a level of pleasure so intense I couldn't keep my body from hurtling toward a climax even if I'd tried. Soon I released Grayson's shaft from my mouth, crying out, while every muscle in my body seemed to clench and release at once, sending waves of pure pleasure shuddering through me. Chase drove his fingers deeper and deeper inside of me until the very last spasm of my ecstasy had passed, leaving me limp over his lap. Though not limp for long.

  Once I'd caught my breath, I saw Grayson slowly stroking his manhood in front of me, obviously in desperate need of release if the rapid pace of his ragged breathing was any indication. I was more than happy to oblige him, especially since I wanted another release of my own, though this time with the feeling of his hardness inside of me.

  Assisted by Chase, I got up from Chase's lap, my gaze on Grayson. "I want to ride you both, but you first, Grayson, because I think you might be in more desperate need."

  Not even a fraction of a second after I'd finished speaking, Grayson pulled me down in the clover with him, somehow sliding into me even while he did so. The moment I was comfortably sitting on top
of him, straddling his hips with his shaft buried deep inside of me, he began moving his hips, gripping mine while he did so. Moaning with my head thrown back, I soon began moving in rhythm with his upward thrusts while Chase undressed nearby, seeming to be fixated on my movements and my bouncing breasts.

  Several minutes later, after Grayson had climaxed with a growl, filling me with the warmth of his masculine essence, Chase pulled me off Grayson and onto himself. Having come close to a second release with Grayson but not quite getting there, I began riding Chase eagerly, knowing I was close. And soon, while he groaned with his own climax, the ecstasy of my second one washed over me in waves, making me cry out his name, though my speech was so garbled at this point it was barely intelligible.

  The three of us rested in the bed of clover, embracing, while the bright, late afternoon sun began to fade.

  While Grayson smoothed my hair, I looked at him, smiling. "I think that was the most fun I've ever had without using a Tickler."

  Holding me from behind, Chase planted a tender kiss along the nape of my neck. "And to think...other than Ticklers, we haven't even yet introduced you to anything in our little treasure chest of pleasure toys from Ashcrest. Firm emphasis on yet."