by Paige Taylor
I get up out of bed, pull down the shirt that’s ridden up and twisted in my underwear, and quietly walk down the hallway towards his room. I raise a finger to the door, hesitating for a second before lightly tapping on the door with my nail. The door opens just enough for me to see in, and what I see is the best thing I’ve seen all day; Marco’s naked arse. Holy arse on a blanket, the blanket he is under barely containing his naked form, and my God is it a beautiful form. So tight and round, I just can’t drag my eyes away. Marco’s eyes remain closed, but his arm pulls up one side of his blanket, well if that’s not an invitation to get in, I don’t know what is. I tiptoe across the room, slide in under the blankets and wriggle my way backwards until I feel his bare chest against my back but his hips still not lining up behind me. The urge to reach back and touch his cock is almost stronger than the urge to sleep. His arm drops to the blanket and curls around my waist, I find that my limbs are too heavy to move. Yeah, this is much better. Not even two minutes later my eyelids get too heavy to keep open, and I fall asleep to Marco’s soft breathing lulling me to sleep.
I wake up the next morning still snuggled into Marco. Looks like we haven’t moved all night. Aww, aren’t we cute? I try to roll over subtly without waking him up, I just want to look at my intuitive Alpha mate for a little bit. Except mid-roll I realise I didn’t move back far enough before the roll was engaged, and now I’m half on top of Mac. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Okay time to just slide off sideways, Ava, here we go. Except when I go to start the slide, two big hands clamp themselves on my hips. Well, looks like I woke up Mac.
“If you decided yes on the fooling around, sweetheart, all you had to do was tell me. But, I must say this is a nice way to start the morning,” Mac says in a gravelly morning voice. I try to move my hips and feel something very hard growing beneath my legs. Oh yeah, Mac’s definitely awake now. Resisting the urge to rub against him is requiring all my will power, I totally forget to reply to Marco for a few moments while I wrangle my hormones.
“I was trying to roll over gracefully. My attempt did not have the desired effect, but now that I’m here, my answer is yes, yes I want to fool around,” I reply with a smile lighting up my face. Fuck it, hormones win. His hands run up and down over my exposed ass thanks to the shirt that doesn’t like to stay down. My hips rotate slightly, trying to find the friction I need against his hard length.
Within seconds I am rolled onto my back, with Mac lying in between my bent legs. I can feel every single inch of him lined up against me from his shoulders down to the tops of his legs. I grab his hair and pull him down to my eagerly awaiting lips. The one touch sends us both into overdrive, our mouths turn into a violent mix of tongue and teeth. His teeth bite down on my bottom lip and pull it gently before releasing to raise up on his knees and pull off my shirt and underwear. Our teeth clink in our urgency to get closer, my nails scrape over his back trying to pull him in tighter against me. The hunger in his eyes only intensifies as his gaze brushes over every bare part of me. The ache between my thighs has me trying to squeeze my legs tighter around his trim hips to ease the throbbing need wreaking through me. He leans down to plant kisses down my neck, leading down to nipples, taking one in his mouth and sucking on it greedily. His other hand sweeps over my hip, and in between my thighs; without warning, two of his fingers start pumping in and out of me. My back arches up at the new feeling of his fingers, the sensation ripping moans from my throat. My hands move from the sheets to holding Mac’s head to my chest, urging him on. I’m so close, I can feel it building, that tidal wave of pleasure. His teeth bite down on my nipple, the wave crashes, and I scream out his name.
“Ava, do you want me to keep going?” Marco asks with a tightness in his voice, his body vibrating with pent up pleasure.
“Yes! Yes, please. Don’t stop,” I plead with him, dying to feel all of him.
He leans up enough to line himself up, and slowly move inch by inch into me. God, I can’t take this slowness any longer, I move my legs around his tight ass and pull him into me with one fast movement. Our simultaneous groan fills the room loud enough to wake the dead, our heavy breathing pulsing through the air. Within seconds I feel Marco start to move in and out of me, getting faster and faster. One of his hands grabs mine and holds it above my head, the other moving down to my ass and pulling me up. His hold pushes me up higher so that his cock is hitting just the right spot to make me see stars, his entire body weight pressing down into me. He continues to slam into me, my hips bucking up in response, trying to get closer to the friction his body is causing. Marco kisses me roughly before gripping my hair and pulling my head to the right sharply.
“Do you accept me as your mate, Ava Pearce?” he asks me in a growl without stopping the action of his hips.
“Yes! Do you accept me Marco Andrews?” I ask just as harshly, it’s too hard to focus on words with the pleasure whipping itself through my body.
“Yes,” he grunts in reply, the length of the word elongating as I squeeze around him.
His head lowers to my neck at the same time that I nuzzle into the crook between his shoulder and neck. Marco’s fingers slide over my stomach and dip lower until they flicker across my clit, his cock and fingers working in tandem. Once again I’m at the precipice, unable to stop the fall. His hips start to more franticly, pushing himself deeper into me with every thrust. My teeth elongate. Leaning forward, I bite into his shoulder, mere seconds before he reciprocates. The pain of the bite pushes me beyond the point of no return as I feel our climax ripping through us both, our bodies shaking and shivering with every spasm of pleasuring pulsing through us.
Marco and I lay there afterwards, still attached to each other, breathing raggedly and eyes glued to each other. It’s then that I feel that little star inside my soul start to glow brighter and brighter until it looks like a supernova in what was once a dark, pitch-black space. I officially have a mate, I sure as fuck didn’t wake up yesterday thinking this is how my next twenty-four hours was going to go. Mac pulls out of me and rolls over onto his side, draping one hand over my waist, drawing little circles over my stomach.
“Ava, are you on birth control?” he asks hesitantly. I freeze for a micro of a second before relaxing because I remember that little tube in my arm, werewolf contraception. Works the same way as the IUD, but it releases an herbal mixture designed for wolves.
“Yeah, I am, I have the implant in my arm,” I say before turning my arm over and showing him, the little bump running parallel to my bicep.
“How do you feel sweetheart? Was I too rough?” he asks with a little furrow between his eyebrows. I reach my hand up to smooth it out before answering.
“I like it a little bit rough. It was perfect, Mate. You were perfect,” I say with a smile before stretching out my limbs. The giddiness at calling him my mate works its way through my body, making me want to dance around the room.
“I suppose we should get ready for reality sweetheart, want to save water with me? he asks with a little smirk before swinging his legs over the bed and leaning over for a kiss. Except I don’t get a kiss, his shoulder goes straight to my stomach and I’m lifted onto the man’s shoulder in a goddamn fireman’s carry and moved straight into the bathroom, a laugh bursting from my lips.
Marco walks me up into the pack house a few hours after we wake up, he doesn’t even pause to knock on the door, just walks straight in, calling after Dylan while I trail behind him. We had decided yesterday, today would be spent making the decisions about the mating, and tonight would be my first night with Dylan.
We walk straight through to the kitchen where Dyl and Wade are already waiting for us, their spines snapping up straighter as soon as they see me. I stand there patiently waiting for their reactions over the mating mark that is very clearly on display at the joining of my neck and right shoulder. To my utter relief they both see it and don’t even blink an eye, in fact Dyl just walks over to Mac and high fives him! What the shit, I haven’t even had a hello yet!
“Hello, beautiful,” Dylan finally acknowledges me before sweeping me up into his arms so that I’m eye level with his six-foot-one body, and gives me a very noisy kiss on my cheek before letting me down.
Except my feet don’t touch the floor, because I’m passed straight to Wade, who I didn’t even realise had moved closer.
“Good morning, slept well I hope?” Wade asks in his deep voice cuddling me in close and kissing my neck right over the artery, making my blood boil.
“I slept very well once Marco let me in bed. It was lonely sleeping alone,” I say with a little pout. Before I could suck the pout back in, Wade catches my lips between his fingers.
“You know where to find me if you ever get lonely again, babe okay?” he tells me firmly. I only nod my head in reply. That man could make me run down the street dressed as a naked peacock if he asked in that voice.
I turn around in search of my other two mates and find them sitting at the dining room table, their heads bent together, talking in just above a whisper. I grab Wade’s strong, calloused hand and drag him towards the table, sitting down opposite Marco. Wade takes the seat next to mine, not letting go of the fingers I’ve threaded through his. The normalcy of our actions causing happiness to spread through both myself and my wolf.
“So, let’s get down to business, gentlemen. What do we have to discuss today? This is all very exciting,” I say eagerly, bouncing a little in my chair. Now that I’ve had a day to get over my shock of finding my mates, I can get excited about them.
“Well, first things first, we have to decide how we fit into your life Ava. You had a life before us, and we don’t want to limit you to just pack. How about you tell us what works best for you?” Dylan announces from the head of the table. My shock at his question has stunned for a few moments as they all stare at me, waiting for my response.
“Uh, wow, sorry I didn’t really expect you guys to be this flexible about it. Okay, just give me a second to think things through in my head, please?” I tell them quietly and close my eyes. Ava, let’s think logically about this, where do you live? A shitty apartment. How do you make a living? The Dojo and the fights. Do you have any family? Nope, not touching that one with a ten-foot pole. Can you imagine going back to your apartment without the guys? That would be a negative. Are you ready to be pack? No, but I have a feeling this will be an entirely new experience for me. Okay, I think I’m ready now. Wow, that was surprisingly easy. I open my eyes and look each in the eye before opening my mouth.
“If you guys don’t mind, I’d like to move my things into your houses and get rid of my apartment. I still want to work at the Dojo twice a week which is Saturday mornings and Tuesday nights. I will make good on my deal to you guys. I’ll fight the championship but no other competitive, underground fights after that, if you guys agree to spar with me. With your approval, I’d also like to start teaching the wolves martial arts in my free time. I want to be a part of both of your packs, I won’t choose, so don’t try and make me pick one. I understand that having to share a mate can’t be easy, but I am asking for monogamy, and I will do the same with you three. Okay, I think that’s all I had to decide on, yeah?” The thoughts run out of my mouth like word vomit. I look around trying to get one of them to confirm that was all I had to decide on, except all I get are shit-eating grins from all of them.
“Are you always this agreeable, beautiful?” Dylan asks chuckling, making my face flame.
“No, but I am logical, and that was the logical decision. It just happened to align with what I actually want,” I answer honestly, trying to hide the small amount of embarrassment.
“Okay, well, now that all that’s settled with a lovely, little bow, all that’s left is the packs. We need to decide when to introduce you to the packs, and the challengers that need to be addressed. I’m thinking Dylan, you introduce her to your pack tonight; I’ll do mine when she stays with my pack, and we organise the challenges for four days from now. It will be a Friday, so you can still do your class before the challenges. Is that agreeable to everyone?” Wade asks in a no-nonsense voice.
A chorus of ‘Yes’ rings out around the table. Well, it’s settled then, I’m meeting packs and then challenger fights.
“Wait, challengers? What challengers? No one told me about challengers?” I ask, feeling quite confused. Since when are there challengers against someone trying to enter a pack. The guys all look around at each other, trying to figure out who best to answer this question. Apparently, it’s going to be my peacekeeper.
“When you mate the Alpha of a pack, you generally have to fight any other wolf that believes they deserve to be the Alpha’s chosen mate. It’s also a test of dominance, to prove you are worthy of the Alpha and worthy of the position of the Alpha pair. In most cases, it’s usually the women who have had relations with the Alpha in the past,” Marco says with a slight wince at the last comment.
“So, you’re telling me, I have to fight all the women you’ve slept with across two packs? In one night?” My incredulity comes through in my tone.
“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up,” Dylan replies a little awkwardly.
“Hell, yes! This is going to be so much fun!” I say, fisting pumping the air just a little too vigorously. Ow dammit, I think I just pulled a muscle in my shoulder. My small, psychopathic grin starts to grow across my face; I get to throw a few punches, fight the ex-girlfriends, and show off just a little; talk about a trifecta.
All the men continue to sit there, all with looks of pure confusion on their face. I assume trying to understand why I am excited to be face to face with their ex-girlfriends. Oh well, not my problem.
“So, does anyone want to go for a run?” I ask into the awkward silence.
As if they are one unit, they all stand from the table. Well, I guess that’s a yes, then. Wade’s hand grasps mine once more, his huge frame pulling me along like a misbehaving toddler. They all walk towards the door with me trying to play catch up, my little legs trying to cover the distance they’re gaining with each step. A run is definitely what everyone needs.
Chapter Six
I wiggle my ass on the heated, leather seats, trying to find the perfect groove that maximises my butt warmage; I must say, Marco’s sleek Mercedes is a hell of lot more comfortable than my bike. After the run, I asked someone to drive me over to my apartment so that I could grab some essentials before all my stuff could be put into storage or brought over to the houses. I think I’m going to leave a little bit across all three houses, like a little messy Fairy dropping pixie dust everywhere . . . except instead of pixie dust, its things like underwear and odd socks.
I stare out the window watching the trees rush by, one hand providing a barrier between the cold glass and my head, the other palm up on Marco’s leg, with his fingers drawing gentle circles over my palms and fingertips. I love this, that I can just sit here and enjoy being quiet in their presence, without looking over my shoulder for the man that could take it all away. If there were ever men to mate to that could help me, these would be the men. Yet, I can’t bring myself to involve them in my mess, not yet. I will not let my old life destroy the one I plan on building, but how can I share anything about my past, without the inevitable questions of why I left my old Pack to begin with. The thoughts roll on through my head, never ending.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Marco asks, breaking me out of the black hole that is swallowing my good thoughts.
“Yeah, I’m all good, babe, just thinking about how different life is going to be now that I’ve found you guys. I wasn’t prepared for it, but I’m going to do everything I can to keep you all,” I say.
“We’re going to do the same, we all hoped quietly that we would find our mate, but I know that we never could have imagined just how well you fit with us, individually and as a whole unit. Make no mistake, Ava, we are keeping you,” Marco says with a slight rumble forcing its way up from his chest.
“Okay, I just hope you guys are ready for me. Don’t
say I didn’t warn you.”
“So, what is your apartment like?” he asks, his head flicking in my direction briefly before he focuses on the road again.
“Well, imagine an old, brick building that really needs an update, and then make it a little older, some broken pipes, a lovely smell of moth balls, and some dirt that refuses to come out of everything you touch, an elevator that doesn’t work and the occasional, broken, front-door lock. That’s my building,” I say with a laugh, thinking about the fact that I still have a huge, soft spot for the apartment despite it being a shithole.
“So, why do you live there if it’s that shit, Ava? It sounds like an absolute death trap!” Marco replies, his wolf coming more to the forefront, his hand on the steering wheel gripping so tight I can hear the leather creasing.
“It was the only place I could afford when I first got to town almost a year ago. By the time I had the money to move into nicer place, I had already gotten comfortable there as well as made a deal with some of the shadier people who live in the building. They don’t mess with me or let anyone fuck around in my home, and I won’t cut off their testicles and deliver them bleeding to the police with their, and their dealer’s, stash. It’s worked pretty well so far, they’ve actually started to nod in greeting to me lately, we’re making real progress,” The sarcastic happiness is evident in my voice. It may be a shithole, but it’s my shithole.
