by Lori King
“You’re thinking too hard, little one,” Thomas whispered and she tipped her head to look up at him. In the dim light of the room she was unable to distinguish his expression, but his body was relaxed and comforting under her cheek. The shadows made him look dark and dangerous as the late afternoon sunlight filtered through the crack at the top of the plywood-covered window frame.
“What do you dream of, Thomas?” she asked.
She could feel him grinning, and his body shook a little with a chuckle. “You mean what was I dreaming of while I slept? Well I have a naked goddess plastered against me, and a hard-on from hell, so—”
Slapping his chest, she huffed. “No, I mean what do you dream of? What do you want for your life?”
He was quiet for a few moments as he thought about it. “I’ve always dreamed of helping people. That was part of the reason I became a doctor in the first place. When I was a kid I used to pretend to be a doctor in a faraway country where no one knew that I was just a regular old guy from Missouri, instead, in my dreams, I was their hero. Saving their lives, and healing their sick…that probably sounds ridiculous, but I was a kid.”
“Dreams are never ridiculous,” Bryson rumbled, and KJ jumped a little. “Sorry, peaches, I thought you knew I was awake. It’s not like I could sleep when there’s a philosophical discussion happening in my bed.”
She elbowed him, and turned her attention back to Thomas. “You wanted to travel?”
“Yeah, I suppose so. I don’t know. I have always figured I would have a wife and kids by now, so traveling wouldn’t work out, but for the last couple of years I’ve kind of been circling the drain waiting for something big to happen. I had no idea it would come in the form of a hot little she-wolf.”
She giggled, and Bryson laughed loudly. “Yeah, we really lucked out in that sense. I never thought I’d end up with a fifties pinup for my mate.”
“A pinup?” she questioned, as she snickered at him. “Yeah right. Only for a dartboard.”
Without warning she was suddenly on her back, with two irritated men looming over her. Even with just a hint of sunlight in the room, she caught the flashing of Bryson’s green eyes.
“No talking badly about yourself, little one. We warned you about that,” Thomas said sounding rather menacing.
“Thanks, peaches. I’ve been dying to spank that beautiful ass of yours, and you just gave us the reason we needed,” Bryson said with glee.
She growled in her throat. “You are not spanking me.” Even as she said it, she felt the flutter of desire in her belly. She wanted them to take her, and do whatever they wanted to her. The idea of a spanking was a little intimidating, but it was surprisingly attractive too. Just feeling their hands on her body was a good thing to her wolf, who preened in her head.
Thomas’s hands were fast, and before she could argue further, she was flipped onto her stomach with Bryson straddling her thighs, and Thomas holding her wrists together above her head.
“What the hell? You can’t double-team me!” she yelled, thrashing as she tried to unseat Bryson.
“That’s the thing, peaches. The best part about a ménage is that there will be twice the man power to bring you back under control when you get out of hand.” His palm came down on her ass with a resounding crack, and she yelped. It burned like crazy, but it sent a sizzle of electricity to her pussy, making her clench her ass cheeks together. “Oh baby, clench again. That’s fucking hot. How can you say you’re not beautiful? Look at this peach colored skin, Tom, isn’t it perfect?”
“Every inch, Bry,” Thomas said softly. She craned her neck to look up at him, and felt her own core melt at the heat in his gaze. How could she not fall in love with these two men? They could take her from laughing to burning up in a second, and they looked so damn good doing it.
Previously, Thomas’s facial hair was neatly groomed but after the last twenty-four hours of chaos it now looked slightly unkempt, and she ached to feel it on her skin. Bryson’s large hands were circling and squeezing her ass cheeks, making her arch up into him with the hope that he would ease the throbbing in her clit.
“Are you just going to look at it, Rambo? Or you do you plan on doing something with it?” she said over her shoulder.
Bryson stopped moving, and started to laugh low in his throat. “Oh, peaches, that’s a hell of a dare. Have I mentioned yet how much I love dares?” His breath was hot against her ear, and she shivered. Suddenly he was gripping her hips tightly and lifting her up. “On your knees, baby. You want me to do something with that ass, then I will definitely be fulfilling your request.”
His hand came down on her prone cheeks with a sharp slap, and she cursed.
“No cursing,” Thomas said as he shifted his weight underneath the front of her body. Her wrists were still gripped in his, but now her face hovered over the top of his crotch. His hard cock pointed straight up at her, and she didn’t hesitate for long. Darting her tongue out, she teased the tip of him, while Bryson slapped her butt again, and then slid a finger down into her folds.
“Fuck, she’s flooding the place, Tom! We’re going to have to put all of that cream to good use.” KJ started to ask what he was talking about, when his finger teased her asshole gently. She gasped, and Thomas slid his cockhead into her open mouth, and then met her eyes with a challenging grin. Swallowing hard around him, she began to bob her head, as she tensed against Bryson’s playing fingers.
Bryson had never played with a virgin’s asshole. KJ was pretty and pink from front to back, and her little rosette was closed up tight. He felt his balls tighten in response as he dipped the tip of his finger into her passage and she squealed a little bit around Thomas’s cock. Easing back so that he didn’t frighten her, he pressed kisses on her rounded ass and nipped gently at the skin until his canine teeth dropped and he was afraid he would mate her by accident.
He sunk his finger into her sopping wet pussy and then pressed it into her ass, going deeper this time. She moaned instead of squealing, and he grinned at Thomas over her head. It was a good sign that she liked it, had she not it might have made this whole ménage relationship trickier. Setting up a rhythm of thrusting his finger in and out of her tight hole, he rose up on his knees and pressed his throbbing cock against her pussy. The slick folds opened for him like a flower, and he was buried balls deep before he could even think clearly.
Using his own knees, he spread her thighs wider, causing her to arch her back and cock her hips up to him. The view was spectacular, as her curvy ass rose in the air to meet him, and his finger slid into the crack. Banging into her a little harder, he was pleased to feel her ass clench on his finger, and her greedy cunt sucking at his cock.
Thomas had released her wrists and was holding her head, pumping his cock into her mouth, while Bryson fucked into her pretty pussy. This was heaven. Being inside of her was absolutely perfect. By the sounds coming from her throat, she thought so, too. He paused long enough to sink a second finger into her tight bud, and then spread them, stretching the closed up hole wider.
He wanted to fuck her ass, but he needed to work her into it. Hurting her wasn’t even in his realm of possibility, and he also wanted to keep her enjoying this. Thomas suddenly groaned, and thrust up into her mouth. KJ was bobbing like mad on his dick, and clenching her body around Bryson until he was cross-eyed. Desperately trying to retain his control so that he didn’t come like a schoolboy, he eased his fingers out of her ass, and pulled her backward, away from Thomas’s softening cock.
She ended up sitting in his lap, with her legs on either side of his hips, and her back to his chest. He cupped her breasts in both hands, squeezing hard, as she gasped, and bounced on his cock. Bryson let his eyes drift closed as he enjoyed her movements. She was helping herself, using him for her pleasure, and he couldn’t be happier about it.
A shuffle of movement, and Bryson felt the brush of Thomas’s finger against KJ’s pussy. Tom was playing with KJ’s clit while she rode Bryson’s cock. Her pussy s
eemed to snap tighter, like a rubber band around him, and his wolf started to come to the forefront. He was going to lose control if she gave him the slightest opening.
All of a sudden, she did just that. Her head rocked to the side, exposing her long slim throat, and he did what nature expected him to do, sinking his fangs into her. She screamed with pleasure as he lapped at the blood that was leaking from her pale skin, and poured his cum deep into her womb. The fact that such an intimate piece of him was inside of her, stretched his orgasm out until he wondered if his balls would bruise the next day.
She fell back against him limply, panting for breath after the powerful orgasm they shared. Bryson’s heart was racing. She was his now. He had claimed her. Obviously she still had to claim him back to complete the bond, but how was she going to feel, considering that he didn’t ask her first? Thomas was staring at the bite wound in astonishment, and his eyes kept darting to KJ’s face.
“Peaches, I’m not going to apologize,” Bryson said against her skin, after placing a soft kiss on the already healing wound.
She crooked her neck to meet his gaze, and his breath caught at the emotions rolling through her blue eyes. “Why would you? We knew it would happen eventually, although I figured I would be claiming you at the same time. I guess we’ll just have to play it by ear and let it happen when it happens.”
Bryson gave her a smile as he lifted her off of his lap, and settled her on the bed next to Thomas. “When you’re ready to claim me, you will, but there is no need to rush, love. I’m going to go take a quick shower, while Tom keeps you company.”
She gave him a comforting smile and he pressed a sweet kiss on her soft lips. Sated and slightly loopy, she was so much freer with her heart, and he loved knowing that he had opened that door for her. When he stood to leave she turned into Thomas’s arms and they too shared a deep kiss that seemed to solidify the bond that the three of them were already forming.
He took one last long look at the lovers on the bed, before he turned and left the bedroom. This had to be heaven.
Chapter 11
The sound of a woman screaming and wolves snarling woke Thomas from a dead sleep. He could feel the ache in his muscles that came from hours of fucking, but his brain went on high alert instantly.
“Oh my God, that sounded like Kayla!” KJ gasped, and she shoved at Bryson’s shoulder for him to move faster. Thomas rolled off of the bed on his side, and slid his legs into his jeans, which were uncharacteristically still crumpled up on the bedroom floor. His heart was racing, and his throat felt slightly swollen. Whoever had screamed, it was a scream of fear not pain. He had to be optimistic and just hope that there was some sort of unusually loud disagreement happening outside, instead of an attack by the Kaplans. Another scream outside shut down his fervent prayers, and it hit him that his worst fears were coming true. Nicolas Kaplan had sent his wolves into the den, and by the sounds of the fight, they were on a death mission.
KJ and Bryson were already out the door and down the hall, still naked. I guess it wouldn’t make much sense for them to get dressed when they are just going to shift. Without warning, KJ stopped in her tracks and spun around to face him. Fear had turned her skin a pale gray color, and her normally blue eyes were dark like sapphires, the pupils nearly overwhelming them. “Doc, please stay here. I can’t risk losing you.”
“What? Are you kidding me? I’m not going to stay here while my woman goes running off into battle to protect me!” Thomas’s blood was boiling. How could she look at him like that? It was like she pitied him for being just a weak human. Well this human was tougher than he looked, and he planned on proving it to whoever was out there making women scream.
“Tom, you can’t fight off a wolf, man. Right now it sounds like there are dozens of them out there. I know for a fact Kaplan brought more than thirty with him. Running into that while you’re still human would be suicide. Do what KJ said and lock yourself in that back bedroom. Rudy had it set up for a freaking military invasion, so you should be safe.” Bryson spoke while he moved, but when he reached the front door, he went into stealth mode, peeking through the window cautiously. “This is bad, guys. I count eleven from this view, but no doubt there are more around the bend.”
“We brought seven wolves with us. KJ said there were twenty-two here already. That’s pretty good odds, right?” Thomas was trying to temper his anger until they were out the door.
“It might have been an even match of forces if all of our wolves were able to fight, but we have kids and injured wolves here. It won’t be a blood bath, but it won’t be easy.” Thomas watched as Bryson surveyed the battle they could hear raging outside. He could see Bryson’s wolf fighting for control of his body. It was unreal. There was hair starting to sprout over his arms, thicker and coarser than his natural body hair, and his facial structure was shifting slightly. When Bryson turned his green eyes back to him, they had an eerie glow that only seemed to come when a werewolf was close to shifting.
“Oh shit! They have Ryley three to one! I have to get out there!” KJ had moved up under Bryson’s arm to see for herself what was happening outside, and now he could see her body flickering in front of him. Half shifting, and then shifting back a millisecond later. He could feel the agitation and anger rolling off of her, but when she looked back at him there was only concern for his well-being in their depths.
“Bryson go! KJ can stay here with me.” The idea of letting her run out into a mass of angry warring wolves made his blood run cold. If anyone needed to be protected it was her.
“What? No way! I’m a wolf, damn it. And I’ve been fighting the Kaplans all of my life. I’m going out there, but I’m not sure I can think straight in a fight if I’m worried about you, Doc.” His heart broke for her, as he realized that outside the door, her family was being attacked, and how he would react if it was Tina, or his parents out there.
“Go. I’ll be fine. Shift, and go do what you need to. I’ll be right behind you, and I promise you, that I will be fine.” Inhaling to push his chest out, he tried to make his body look even bigger and meaner. He needed them to respect him as a human, and understand that they couldn’t coddle him. It wasn’t like he was a child, he was a grown man, who had been training in martial arts and boxing for years. He could throw down when necessary, and based on the sharp yelp and snapping of teeth he could hear, it was definitely going to be necessary.
KJ stared into his eyes for another long second, battling with her need to protect him, and protect her family simultaneously, before she nodded and shifted. A breath later, her wolf eyes were staring up into his human ones, and she nodded one more time before she turned back to Bryson.
Bryson looked agitated and he huffed. “Fine, whatever, just don’t get yourself killed. I have a feeling that ice would be pretty damn pissed at me if you end up d—”
His last words cut off as he shifted into his animal skin, and the two wolves burst from the cabin into the melee that was happening outside without another backward glance. Thomas stood in the doorway trying to grasp the situation and get his bearings. The problem he had now was now that they were all in wolf form, he couldn’t always tell who was who. Some of them he knew. Cash was to his right in his wolf form, and nearby, Owen’s chestnut brown fur caught his eye. The two brothers fought almost back to back against three other wolves that were smaller, and seemingly quicker. They worked efficiently, dispatching the three wolves without much trouble. Just as it seemed the battle was won, two more wolves were on them, appearing from out of nowhere through the trees. It was almost as if they waited in waves to attack, but that was an illogical battle plan, right?
As he watched a mottled brown wolf take a swipe at Rafe who was attempting to help his cousins, Thomas realized that it was in fact a brilliant plan. If Nicolas sent his wolves in a few at a time, he would eventually exhaust the strongest wolves—the Gray Pack wolves. Once they grew tired, they would be vulnerable and it would allow the Kaplan Pack to gain the upper hand.
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Turning from them he noted where Noah, Luke, and Ryley were, but now he had lost sight of KJ and Bryson. Fear settled deep in his belly. A brief thought flitted through his brain that Bryson might have been playing them all, and helped with capturing KJ. As quickly as it hit him, he dismissed it. Bryson may not be perfect, but he wasn’t a traitor, and Thomas believed in his heart that Bryson was in love with KJ. There was no way he would do anything to intentionally risk her, and giving her to Nicolas Kaplan was beyond the realm of possibility.
However, that didn’t mean that the other Kaplan wolves couldn’t get their hands on her, while Bryson was distracted. Nicolas had made it clear that he needed her alive, so collecting her would be the Kaplan wolves’ highest priority. Suddenly feeling like he and Bryson had made a grave error in allowing her out into the open, he shot out the door in the direction his mate and partner had gone.
Growls and snarls rumbled around him, sending shivers of anxiety down his spine. One bite of those powerful jaws could maim him or kill him. He was careful to avoid stepping into any of the small battles happening around him, until he saw two wolves had a very small gray wolf pinned against the side of a cabin. The little wolf was either female or a child still, but it was unfamiliar to him. He watched in horror as the wolf was unable to avoid their snapping jaws, and yelped when one of them clamped down on her flank.
Thomas reacted without another thought, and sunk his hands into the fur of the attacking wolf. Gripping it tightly, he swung the wolf with all of his strength, ripping it off of the smaller wolf, and tossing it behind him. The second attacker came at him with snapping teeth, and death in his gold eyes. Thomas refused to back down, and he threw his best uppercut into the wolf’s jaw, stopping it in its tracks. Without a whimper the wolf collapsed into a limp pile of fur in front of him, and Thomas nearly howled with delight. He had fought a wolf and won. It was a victory he would savor, and possibly rub in his woman’s face later.
