Forrest, Dawn - Alphas' Prize [WeresRus] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Dawn Forrest

  He heard Vlad’s growl of lust in harmony with his own. Without a word being spoken they both leaned in closer and began to lick her. Yuri knelt on the floor at the edge of the bed, leaned forward, and pressed his face into her cunt from behind and lapped away at her juices like the animal he was. He cursed inwardly because he couldn’t stop the partial change from coming on, but then with relief and joy he realized that with her he didn’t have to. He pushed his thicker, rougher, longer tongue into her tight channel. Vlad rolled onto the bed, wedged his shoulders under her body and proceeded to lick and tease her clit and play with her tits.

  Jesus, the taste of her was incredible, unlike anything he’d had before. It was the exact cocktail specifically tailored for them. The mewling, growling sounds she made were like an opus to his ears. Her soft golden skin was like satin to his touch. Her body was built to take them, and her eyes shone with the primal, instinctual knowledge that she was theirs. He had never desired a woman more. Everything about her drove him and the beast within wild with want.

  Within minutes she was screaming and creaming her release, and he felt her cunt tighten down on his tongue. He quickly stood up and moved to kneel behind his mate on the bed. He shoved his leather pants down his thighs, pulled out his engorged cock and heavy balls, and nestled the head between the folds of her cunt. It was dripping with both his saliva and her juice. He felt the wonderful, welcoming heat of her sex against his seeping cockhead. Vlad scrambled out from under her with a feral, wild look as he watched. Joanna growled softly and stretched her arms out in front of her, arched her back and raised her ass higher. His mate’s open invitation and submission pleased him greatly. He forged forward into her blissfully tight, hot, and moist pussy, sheathing himself completely, stopping only when he bottomed out, balls pushed against her. Paradise.

  * * * *

  Jo howled with pure, unadulterated pleasure as his cock parted and stretched her channel in the most wickedly delicious way. Unlike virgin human females, there was no barrier to break through, no sharp pain, only an unfamiliar, exquisite feeling of fullness. He began to move slowly, and the gratifying friction of his cock brought another rapturous round of detonations deep within her pelvis. Her pussy spasmed around his thick girth as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss flooded her body.

  She was mindful of the noises she made, the keening, wailing cries that left her lips, yet she could not stay quiet. His thrusts became more forceful and faster as he rode on through her climax, extending it, pushing her further and further until finally she felt him cover her back and bite down on the trapezius muscle at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. It was so primal and so utterly right.

  Several things seemed to happen at once. With a feral grunt, Yuri fucked himself into her hard, stiffened, and then released her shoulder as he roared loudly. It was a cry of triumph and a proclamation, and it seemed to vibrate the air as it echoed off the walls. Joanna yelled again, and Vlad responded with a deep, loud growl of his own as he tore off his leather pants.

  When Yuri bit down into her shoulder it boosted her climax, flung her out of this realm and sent her flying beyond. It was her first out-of-body experience, and she floated somewhere massive and spacious. She would have felt very frightened at the possibility of losing herself but for the fact that she wasn’t alone. Another protective presence wrapped around and joined with her. It was Yuri, and she knew that he would always be there for her. From now on she would never be alone.

  Slowly they spiraled down as if riding a warm air current and came gently back to earth. She panted, dragging air into her lungs, and was aware of his deep, ragged breaths by her ear as he held her tight and close. He murmured soft words in Russian to her. She didn’t understand but knew he spoke words of praise and endearment.

  As much as she felt satisfied, she did not yet feel complete. Slowly she raised her head and looked at Vlad. He was kneeling next to her on the bed, now stark-naked, muscles tense, body locked still, beads of perspiration on his forehead. His hands ended in long claws, his sharp, long teeth were displayed in a snarl, and his cock looked about ready to burst. Had something that large actually fitted inside her? He looked both terrifying and supremely sexy.

  What was he waiting for? She felt Yuri slip out and raised herself upright on her knees to look at his brother.

  “Vlad, I need you.”

  He closed his eyes and in a deep guttural growl said, “I cannot be gentle.”

  Through all his lust and desire, he was concerned that he might hurt her. That fact alone made her want him even more. She, too, felt the mating fever and needed his passion and his aggression. Intuitively she growled in a challenge that she knew he could not resist. She turned her back on him, crouched low, and presented herself.

  “Come inside me, my mate Vladimir, please, now! I need you. I want you.”

  He snarled fiercely and sprang off his knees to squat behind her. His sharp claws scraped against her skin as he grabbed her hips and brutally shoved himself fully inside her throbbing, soaked pussy. She cried out, rejoicing in their joining. A fraction of a second later he was flexing his hips and pistoning in and out of her, hard and fast. His powerful thighs took his weight as he crouched low and transferred the energy of his thrusts into her core. She wailed as she came undone again with the hot friction of his cock forging up and down her slick channel. She felt every damn glorious inch of him as her strong cunt muscles squeezed all around his bone-hard, hot length. It amplified every sensation.

  “Fuck,” was the only word she understood as he babbled in Russian.

  As her orgasm bloomed, she cried loudly over the noise of slapping flesh. “Yes, oh, Vlad, yes!”

  Over and over he moved within her until finally he bit down into her shoulder on the opposite side of Yuri’s bite and ploughed to a halt deep within her. He bellowed as his hot cum splattered her cervix with a pulsing force that had her pussy shuddering in joy. The orgasm burst, saturating her body and soul. It sent her again into the other place where Vlad was waiting, his spirit entwining with hers, flying then falling back to reality together.

  He sank to his knees behind her, still holding her to him. For a minute no one said anything, and then she felt tremors and heard Vlad breathlessly half groan, half chuckle.

  “Fuck, never like that before. It is being the best pleasure I am ever having. I am very glad we have found you, Joanna.”

  He stroked her back as he withdrew from her body. She felt sensational. She felt complete.

  * * * *

  In all his considerable experience, nothing had ever come close. The look on his brother’s face said it all, amazement, joy, satisfaction, and adoration, which were surely a reflection of his own expression and feelings. It was as if a missing piece in their twin bond had finally fitted into place.

  Reluctantly he left her body, and she collapsed on her side. He heard a soft sniffle, and it speared his heart.

  “Joanna, what is wrong? Was I too much rough?” He began to panic as he thought he had somehow misinterpreted her cries, that she might not have shared their wonderful experience.

  She reached out and grabbed his hand and pressed it against her damp cheek. Her soft lips kissed the tips of his now-clawless fingers.

  “No, my mate, it was incredible. I’m just so happy that I’ve found you both. I feel fulfilled but a little overwhelmed. These are happy tears.”

  Happy tears? The way a woman thought was a minefield to a warrior, and he didn’t know what to say, which way to step. He looked over at Yuri, who had a seldom-seen tender-yet-lost expression on his face. Females, what male truly understands them?

  His brother had finally removed his boots and then all the rest of his clothes. Joanna raised her head in interest and openly stared at his brother.

  “Oh my, you are both so big. I can’t believe you fit.”

  Yuri chuckled and lay down behind her, spooning himself around her.

  “Thank you. We are made for each other,” he whispered in her
ear.

  It was true. Vlad followed suit and quickly lay down facing her. He kissed her again, slowly and thoroughly. They lay together for a short while, resting and making light caresses, until he heard her moan and guessed that his brother was touching her pussy again. Even so soon after that incredible first union, they wanted her. This time they would draw out all their pleasure. He pulled her leg over his hip to give his brother better access and caressed her ass and thigh. He wriggled closer into her embrace and sampled those luscious-looking nipples. They were standing proud like ripe raspberries on butterscotch ice-cream sundaes, and he wanted to lick, suck, and taste the whole dessert. His teeth lightly grazed her nipple as he bit down gently then laved and flicked it with his tongue.

  She was starting to pant and make sexy little mewling noises as her hips began to undulate between them. He loved that she was expressive and a screamer when she came. He knew the moment when Yuri had entered her again because they both groaned, and she was pushed gently closer into his embrace, her small, pert breasts pillowing against his face. Her fingers were tangled in his hair, and she tugged in time with Yuri’s slow surges.

  Slowly he worked his way down her torso, raining light kisses and small bites on her firm yet silky-soft skin. Her leg was now over his shoulder, and it spread her even wider for Yuri, and for his viewing pleasure. He could see her swollen pussy lips stretched wide around his brother’s cock. The length of it was coated in their cum and her cream as Yuri pulled back before each slow thrust forward. He decided to see how much more she could make.

  While Yuri continued his sensual assault on her cunt, Vlad continued his foray south and zeroed in on her clit. His tongue tormented the plump little bud out of its hood, and it wasn’t long before she pulled his hair to hold him still as she came hard. He could see her outer lips pulsating and could only guess at how her muscles milked Yuri’s cock. Yuri sped up his thrusts, and Vlad could see his swinging balls glistening wet with copious amounts of their combined juices. They looked like shiny, glazed giant plums. He pulled away as Yuri came to rest with a strangled cry and deposited yet more of his cum into her.

  The air was thick with the scent of their sex, and Vlad was rock hard again. He wanted to take her virgin ass. It was the werewolf way, the ultimate submission to one’s mate, but he could wait a little longer to prepare her first. He moved up her sweating skin and took a breathless kiss from her. Then he rolled onto his back, taking her with him and sliding her from Yuri’s spent cock.

  Her eyes were glazed with passion as she kissed him more.

  “Joanna, lick my cock.” His voice was raw and gravel-like with lust.

  “Oh yeah, I want to taste you, but you’ll have to tell me what to do.”

  Good God, she had never even sucked a cock before, and the fact that his would be the first between those full, sensuous lips caused his balls to tighten painfully. He could barely contain himself as her words gripped his heart and his loins. He dipped into his dwindling reserve of restraint because he wanted to enjoy more than five seconds of her hot mouth on him. He pushed gently on her shoulders as she wriggled down his body. He felt her hand tentatively clutch his thick stalk at the base.

  It was Yuri’s turn to watch intently, but he had other plans for his brother. In Russian he quickly told him to lubricate his thumb and stretch out her asshole as she sucked him off. The more breaking in they could do beforehand, the better. There was no need to go searching for a bottle of artificial personal lubricant because she had more than enough natural slick cream in her juicy cunt.

  He spread his legs wide to allow Joanna to crouch between them and saw Yuri gently reposition her onto her knees. He caressed her face and told her to relax while he was trying to do the same. She eagerly kissed the tip of his now-throbbing purple helmet, and then she lightly licked the top and swiped her tongue around the coronal edge, tickling the sensitive glans.

  “Jesus!” he exclaimed. He was very excited and sensitive.

  “Did I do it wrong? I saw something similar in a porn movie.” She sounded worried.

  “No, not wrong. Very, very right.”

  She’d watched a porn movie. Dear God, how had they been so lucky to land her as their mate? He heard Yuri chuckle.

  “Perhaps we can be watching together or make our own?” Yuri voiced what he was thinking.

  She nodded with a grin and leaned forward again, repeating the action. After a few minutes of having his cock licked and kissed he said, “Suck it, Joanna. Put it in your mouth. Make lips to be tight around me. Da, da, is good.” He groaned. “Move up and down as sucking. Ah, da, my mate.”

  He heard her squeak in surprise and then growl with lust and saw a corresponding look of concentration on Yuri’s face. His brother had begun to introduce her to a little bottom play. She growled again, and he felt her canines lightly scrape over his cockhead. Christ, she was making a partial change. Her tongue grew longer and rougher and was able to make one firm, long lick from behind his balls to the top of his cock. He had never experienced anything like this before, and he cried out in pleasure.

  “Da, da.” Then he remembered to switch to English. “Yes, yes, my mate. Ah, you are unique. That is so very good.”

  Good? What was he saying? It was unsurpassable, fucking incredible. He felt her long, strong tongue wrapping around his cock. There was no way he could stop the exquisite climax that was about to burst from his balls. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t tell her that he was about to release his load down her throat. Fortunately, Yuri was there for him.

  “He is going to come, Joanna, and he wants very much for you to swallow.” Yuri’s voice sounded strained and lusty.

  In response she sucked him deeper and held him there.

  “Fuck!” He howled as the powerful ejaculation shook him, and he spurted his load as if he hadn’t come in a week.

  He felt her swallow around him as she took it all down then hummed, purred, and moaned around his cock, the vibrations stimulating him into another minirelease. Whatever Yuri was doing, she liked it. She pulled off his sensitive shaft and licked him clean as she jerked and whimpered yet again. Yuri had his thumb in her ass, fingers in her pussy, and was pinching and pulling on her clit with his other hand. She cried out as she convulsed, reared up, and then fell on top of him. Panting and catching her breath, she struggled to…laugh. Her joy was infectious, and soon they were all chuckling softly. He knew that they were only temporarily sated with a deluge of mating hormones. He felt better than he ever had in his entire life and he would never get tired of this feeling, or her. All they needed was a little rest, and then they could start again.

  Chapter 8

  Khan tucked into his second large, rare, T-bone steak. It was basic fare, cooked by the werewolf Greg Winters, but it did the job. Already he was beginning to feel better. The bone-deep exhaustion he suffered from was lifting, and his cuts and bruises were fading fast. By all the Deities, Katherine Akara was an Amazon warrior, a wildcat, cunning and resourceful. If anyone else alive had duped and bested him like that, he would be stewing in a vat of hatred and conjuring up all manner of hideous ways to exact revenge. As it was, it served to confirm to him that she must be his and that she was the only female worthy to share his superior DNA with. Their offspring would be powerful enough to rule the whole of the Asian Were world, and through them so would he.

  He would have to think of some suitable punishments for her, though. That happy, stimulating thought had his cock twitching with interest. He thanked the Gods that she hadn’t permanently damaged him when she stuck him with the tranquilizer. He needed both his cock and Katherine in good condition if they were to breed.

  If it hadn’t been for the unfortunate fact that he’d gone berserk at Craigmuir Castle in Scotland after she’d first escaped him, and in bloody retribution had slaughtered all who were at the castle, he might have publically proclaimed his intention to find her and claim her. He was entitled to her. After all, he’d personally killed McDonald. There wo
uld possibly be other challengers, but he was confident that he could easily beat them, although he had to admit that he did not want a confrontation with Hawke. The man had a cultivated air of civility and calmness, but underneath that mild veneer was the soul of a stone-cold, terrifyingly vicious killer. When Hawke’s beast surfaced, he doubted there was another Were alive who could go up against him and live, but the fact was that it didn’t happen often. He’d heard the rumor that Hawke had lost his mate many years ago, which made it difficult to understand why such a dominant male wasn’t going after Katherine. A female werewolf was his best chance to have offspring. Khan concluded that Hawke’s beast may be powerful but the man was clearly a sentimental fool.

  He was certain that no one would challenge him over Katherine, but why go through all that formal claiming nonsense? Katherine had been in hiding for over twenty years, and he surmised that no one would miss her except for the other female, who was unlikely to seek Pack help. So far it appeared to him that his fellow Weres knew nothing about Katherine Akara, and they seemed to have accepted his spur-of-the-moment fishing story. Unfortunately he’d left his phone in the car that the other female had stolen, so he was unable to contact his pet Daniel, or Vikram the Were pilot of his jet, or the Kashmiri Alpha Anil Kumar who was his eyes and ears at The Den.

  He was astonished by Kil Hunt’s tracking ability but was glad that they had found him because he hadn’t any identification, money, or means of contacting his underlings for help. The big Enforcer made him uneasy, though. He was a very dominant male, and Khan wondered why he wasn’t an Alpha of his own Pack. Enforcers tended to be a distinct branch off on one side of normal Pack hierarchical structures. They were often only answerable to their Alpha or Prime and were usually sticklers for the Lore and its few rules. He’d broken most of them and didn’t care to have an Enforcer in his Pack that might one day turn on him. No, he kept mainly submissive werewolves and gave Packs to a few warriors who either shared similar predilections for activities not tolerated by the Lore or who could be manipulated by some other means of leverage. Kumar’s loyalty, for example, could be relied upon as long as Khan kept his only daughter untouched at his palace in Maharashtra. He tended to follow the old adage, “keep your friends close and your enemies closer,” and he trusted no one.