Sold To The Alphas: A BBW Paranormal Romance

by Amira Rain

  I also believed I was going to get a miracle with Skye. I believed that with Chase and Grayson leading their pack and their wolf friends from up north in a raid, Skye was going to be rescued, and rescued unharmed.

  But when it came to miracles happening to me, personally, when it came to the possibility of any miracles having to do with my own fertility, I didn't believe. I couldn't. I knew I'd just be setting myself up for a lifetime of disappointment, because unlike Flora, I hadn't been deemed even "possibly fertile"; I'd been deemed completely infertile. Just like the vast majority of women in my town had been.

  Having trouble maintaining eye contact with Flora, I chose my next words carefully. "I guess I believe in miracles in some cases. I definitely believe that you might get another. Maybe even soon."

  Smiling, Flora suddenly reached across the table and gave one of my hands a squeeze. "I'm so glad you came here to Shadowfen. I'm so glad we're friends. And I hope you're right. About me getting another miracle, and maybe even soon. Can you imagine this scenario? Me and you, both pregnant at the same time. Going through all the excitement and changes together."

  I could imagine it. I could imagine it to the point that my eyes instantly became a little watery.

  Trying to smile, I quickly blinked the moisture away. "Sorry. Guess I've been a little emotional since Skye was abducted."

  That was the truth. Though, of course, not just because Skye had been abducted.

  Flora gave my hand another little squeeze with her bug blue eyes radiating sympathy. "Of course you've been emotional. Who wouldn't be, considering what you're going through? I imagine you've probably had a hard time keeping your mind from Skye. But tonight, Lily and I will help you with that.

  “We'll have a nice dinner, and then maybe we'll play a few games of cards while enjoying some wine until our men get back. That is, if Lily doesn't sneakily take half the cards and hide them while we're playing, like she has a tendency to do when Hunter and I play cards sometimes. How does that sound?"

  I mustered a smile. "Sounds great."

  I couldn't deny that an evening of distraction was maybe just what I needed.

  Flora, Lily, and I did have a nice dinner together. Lily, not normally a fan of vegetables, actually ate a few pieces of broccoli that Flora had picked out of her serving of cheesy chicken-and-vegetable casserole, in addition to eating all of her own.

  Flora looked on, clearly amused. "Well, I'm glad she's into vegetables tonight. I normally love broccoli, but it's just not smelling that great to me right now."

  While we played cards after dinner, Flora found that wine also didn't smell that great to her right then, and she only had a few sips before pushing her glass away, wrinkling her nose. I, however, had two large glasses and was actually feeling pretty great by the time Flora and Lily left to go home around nine. With my earlier negativity more or less completely gone, all I could think about was Chase and Grayson arriving home. I wanted to throw myself into their arms. I wanted to forget about all my troubles and my deception and just enjoy another night of intimacy and pure pleasure with them both.

  I even wanted to get into the "treasure chest" of "pleasure products" from Ashcrest Chase had spoken about.

  By the time they arrived around ten, I'd had another glass of wine, and I'd located the "treasure chest" beneath my bed. I'd also opened it and had begun sifting through the items in it, becoming more than a little turned on as I went.

  With me having become a little tipsy from the wine, a little dizzy, a little dazed, Chase and Grayson kind of startled me when they entered the cabin and crept up to my bed, where I sat sorting through the chest.

  Chase came to a stop at the foot of the bed, a sexy half-grin slowly spreading across his handsome, strong-jawed face. "Well, well."

  I held up one of the "pleasure products" I'd discovered in the chest. "Please tell me you both plan to use this on me sometime very soon."

  *

  I was so tipsy I wasn't even quite sure what the "pleasure product" I was holding up to Chase and Grayson even was. All I knew was that it was turning me on. As was just the sight of them. They both wore their usual uniform of battered jeans and dark, fitted t-shirts, the items of clothing that showed their muscular physiques to their best advantage. The items of clothing that I wanted to rip off them right then, in order to see their muscular physiques bare, not covered by anything.

  The "pleasure product" I held in my hand was obviously a rubbery replica of a man's erect member. It was very detailed and realistic, right down to its flesh tone color, wide head, and corded veins along the considerably long shaft.

  However, it wasn't like any masculine replica I'd ever seen or had heard of before. This rubbery-yet-very-stiff replica had black leather straps and various wires and cords attached to it, and some sort of battery housing box attached to the straps. I couldn't imagine how it might all be used, but I sure wanted to find out.

  After exchanging glances with Chase, Grayson took the whole contraption out of my hands, his coal-gray eyes looking deeply into mine. "I'm not quite sure, but I think this just might be the hottest, sexiest scene I've ever come home to after a long day of work.

  “And, in fact...." He took a step closer to the bed, and me, his gaze still locked on my face. "In fact, I'm sure of it. This definitely is the hottest, sexiest scene I've ever come home to after a long day of work.

  “You, Rowan, just sitting on the bed with your pretty round cheeks flushed...no doubt from having a few glasses of wine from the bottle I spotted on the table. And maybe your pretty pink cheeks are a little flushed from something else as well. Maybe they're flushed from you being more than a little turned on from what you've found in the chest."

  With his breathing heavy and quickening a bit, he paused before continuing. "Yes, this is definitely, without a doubt, the hottest, sexiest scene I've ever arrived home to find."

  Chase's breathing had also become a little fast and heavy, and he stepped closer to the bed, raking his gaze over my body. "I think this gorgeous, naughty little minx sitting on the bed should be stripped of all her clothes, then immediately pleasured to the point that she becomes even tipsier than she already is."

  Grayson heartily agreed, and I soon found myself in the position Chase had wanted me to be in, stripped of all my clothes. Then, while Chase dimmed all the lights in the cabin and lit several tall rust-red pillar candles on the dresser, Grayson guided me to lie back on a stack of pillows, telling me to just relax and enjoy myself. However, he hadn't even needed to tell me that. I definitely already was enjoying myself.

  Still dressed, he leaned over me and began kissing me, doing something else at the same time, though I wasn't even paying very much attention to notice or realize exactly what that something else was. I was much too focused on the feel of Grayson's warm, firm mouth on my own.

  It wasn't until he broke the kiss and pulled away, his deep gray eyes glinting in the candlelight, that I realized he'd fastened my wrists to the bedposts with black leather bondage restraints from the "pleasure chest."

  He hadn't fastened them tightly, or at least not very tightly. I could still move my wrists a bit, enough to twist them around in the restraints a little, anyway, and the restraints didn't hurt. I definitely wouldn't be able to break free and get out of them, though, and I realized this didn't bother me a bit. I was completely at the mercy of Grayson and Chase, and I discovered I loved the feeling.

  While Grayson had been kissing me and restraining me, I saw now that Chase had completed another little task besides lighting the candles on the dresser. In their soft glow, I could see that the "pleasure product" I'd been holding earlier was now attached to the bed, with the cords and leather straps fastened around the mattress. The rubbery-yet-very-stiff replica of a man's member was now directly between my thighs, mere inches away from the place I wanted it to be. Now extremely turned on and slick, I wanted it to be inside of me.

  Instinctively, I went to move my hands to make that happen, but of co
urse, I found I couldn't move them, on account of my wrists being restrained.

  I looked up at Chase, who stood by the bedside to my right. "Please. Put it inside of me. I want you to make me climax with it."

  His green eyes glinted with obvious amusement, irritating me. I was glad my predicament was so damn funny to him, because it really wasn't to me.

  Running a large, strong hand along my thigh, he shook his head. "Not quite yet. Though Grayson and I will be turning the product on soon, and we definitely look forward to seeing the effect it's going to have on you.

  “But first...first, we need to do something else. First we have to place a few Ticklers in different strategic areas so that the product between your thighs has maximum effect once it's turned on."

  I sighed with frustration. "Well, I'm sure it will already have 'maximum effect' once it's turned on, because I'm already pretty turned on. And by the way, what do you mean when you say once the 'product' is turned on? What does it do?"

  I had a little clue, and I was hoping I was right.

  With his deep green eyes twinkling in the candlelight, Chase just gave me a devastatingly sexy half-grin. "You'll see. But Ticklers first."

  He soon affixed a Tickler to my most sensitive spot, the very light touch of his fingers making me shudder, squirming. At the same time, Grayson was busy affixing Ticklers to my nipples, which was going to be a new experience for me. A very pleasurable-yet-intensely-frustrating one, I imagined, if the way the Ticklers felt even within seconds of being applied was any indication.

  They immediately began working, the little disks of rubber slowly, almost imperceptibly, undulating and pulsing over my already-stiffened nipples.

  I looked up at Grayson, panting. "Now please turn on the other 'pleasure product.' The one between my thighs."

  My thighs, which were now nearly drenched in slickness.

  Grayson just shook his head, making his dark hair glint in the glow from the candles. "I don't think so. Not quite yet. Let's give these Ticklers a few minutes to really work. And in the meantime, Chase and I will be getting out of our clothes so that we can fully experience the pleasure you'll receive from the other product with you."

  Being that I was quite helpless in my restraints, and I knew it, I had no other choice but to resign myself to increased frustration until Chase and Grayson were ready to allow me a little pleasure. I just hoped they weren't going to take too long to get undressed and join me in bed.

  But, of course, being that they were both turning out to be master torturers, they did. They both peeled off their t-shirts with excruciating slowness, revealing their six packs, one chiseled ab at a time. They took off their big black boots and their remaining items of clothing with similar slowness while I watched, squirming, the Ticklers beginning to have a very profound effect on me.

  Chase and Grayson seemed to enjoy my obvious frustration, exchanging a few glances with their full, delectable mouths curving a bit. Though, finally, they both got into bed with me, one of them on each side. They were clearly both rock-hard, their almost identical-sized large erections bobbing against my hips.

  I bit back a moan, glancing from their thick shafts to the replica shaft between my thighs. "You're both cruel if you make me wait any longer. You're both absolutely cruel."

  My most sensitive spot was now throbbing and tingling, the Tickler affixed to it quickly intensifying the sensation. My Tickler-covered nipples were tingling and aching on a level I'd never experienced before.

  Grayson surveyed my body from head-to-toe, then shifted his gaze to Chase's face and spoke in a low, husky voice. "What do you say, Chase? Think she's ready for a little taste?"

  I responded before Chase could. "Yes. 'She' is. She's ready for a 'taste' of anything that might end her frustrating torture."

  Fighting a smile, Chase looked at Grayson. "Yes, I think she's ready for a taste. Just a little one."

  While Chase further parted my legs and positioned the head of the very large and realistic-looking replica manhood at my slick entrance, Grayson grabbed a tiny black box from the nightstand. It had various little buttons and knobs on it, and once Chase was finished, Grayson pushed one of the buttons and turned one of the knobs just a degree.

  I looked down, ecstatic to see that the replica was remote-controlled to do exactly what I'd hoped it would do, which was slide in and out of me on its own. Held in place by some sort of a spring attached to the cords and straps fastened around the bed, it began thrusting forward then pulling back, immediately making me cry out at the feel of its thick, rubbery head pushing past my slick lips and entering me over and over again with perfect, slow, steady rhythm.

  Both of them glassy-eyed and breathing rapidly, Chase and Grayson watched the action of the replica, periodically glancing up at my face.

  I was finally getting the pleasure I craved, but after a short while, I realized that the stiff, rubbery toy wasn't quite thrusting into me as deeply as I would've liked.

  I turned my face to Grayson and spoke in a breathless whisper. "Can you make it go in deeper?"

  With his dark gray eyes even darker than usual in the dim light, he shook his head. "I can, but I'm not going to. Not just yet. We said we were only going to give you a little taste first."

  I groaned, the sound tapering off into something like a whimper. "Cruel. You're both absolutely cruel."

  Wanting to yank the remote away from Grayson, I tugged on my restraints, trying to break free, but the black leather restraints held fast. I huffed, thinking of a different way to get the level of penetration I desired. If I couldn't get Grayson to make the stiff, rubbery toy slide any further into me, maybe I could slide further onto it, I figured.

  Trying to make this happen, I lifted my hips and began moving them in rhythm with the toy, trying to take it deeper inside of me with each of its thrusts.

  Judging by the sounds of a deep growl from Grayson and a groan from Chase, they both appreciated the sight of my efforts very much. However, my efforts weren't really paying off very much for me. I still wasn't able to get the toy to slide into me more than a couple of inches.

  Just when I thought I may have to beg, Chase looked over me to Grayson and spoke in an incredibly husky voice. "Maybe she's had enough of a taste and is now ready for more.”

  Seeming to agree, Grayson turned a dial on the remote, and the thick toy instantly began sliding into me much deeper, thrusting into my slickness until all but the very last inch or so was buried inside of me.

  I moaned, grinding my head back into the pillows, the sensation of finally being filled completely almost more than I could take. While Chase and Grayson watched the movement of the toy with rapt attention, the sensation of its movements sent me over the edge. I bucked my hips, tugging on my leather restrains, while wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body.

  Once the last of my ecstasy had faded, Grayson shut off the toy, tossed it and the remote aside, and wasted no time in positioning himself between my legs. I had no idea if he and Chase had made some sort of prior agreement that he was going to be the man to get to make love to me first, but regardless, it was happening.

  Chase rolled onto his side and began stroking his long pole while Grayson began thrusting into me deeply, soon bringing me to another powerful climax.

  Then, it was Chase's turn, and he brought me to yet another release, one so intense that I saw stars.

  After, I was finally freed from my restraints, and I rested in the warmth and safety of Chase and Grayson's strong arms, utterly spent. I slept like the dead, only waking maybe an hour or two after dawn, when I felt Chase and Grayson getting out of bed and I heard them leave. Still tired, I fell back asleep and didn't wake again until well after nine.

  That afternoon, Rose came by for tea again, which we enjoyed on the porch like the time before, though this time, the first day of May, it was a beautiful, sunny, warm day, not a single raincloud in sight. While we sat in the porch rockers, sipping our tea and nibbling cookies, periodi
cally giving Jack a few tiny bites, Rose filled me in on a few things she'd just heard from one of the wolves patrolling the village.

  "He told me that the friends your men called down from the north have run into some trouble. They're still over a hundred miles away, and an enemy wolf pack is stopping them from going any further.

  “They don't want to go through, because the enemy wolf pack greatly outnumbers them. However, they've still got time to think of something, perhaps a way to simply go around the other wolves, because the patrol wolf here in the village also told me that your men have been informed by their friends in Ashcrest that the Bloodfur's alpha, Richard, is still lurking around down there with his scenter.

  “He hasn't been able to kidnap a fertile woman yet, so he'll probably remain down there a bit longer, until he gets frustrated and returns home. And maybe by that time, your men will have decided to go ahead and do the raid on the Bloodfur's camp to rescue your sister, no matter if their friends from the north aren't able to help, and no matter if they're outnumbered."