Claimed by the Pack - The Complete Series: Werewolf Shifter Romance

by Kimber White

  But I knew I loved the pack, too. I had watched each one of them risk themselves to protect me. It didn’t make me feel obligated, but it made me feel a sense of belonging I hadn’t felt since I was a child, before my mother died.

  Slowly, I rose off the couch. Reed kept his blazing eyes on me. Even in the darkness, I could see how he struggled to keep his wolf in check. I took two steps toward him until I stood in the center of the room. One breath. Two. Desire raged within me, and made me damp. My nipples rose to hard peaks beneath my thin cotton t-shirt. Reed’s eyes traveled there. I lifted the hem of my shirt and brought it over my head. Then, I slid my soaked panties down, letting them fall the floor and pool at my feet.

  I stood naked before Reed. My breath came hard, making my breasts quiver as my chest rose and fell. Still, I waged a silent war within myself. The woman I was once would never have dreamed of giving into something so wickedly sinful. But, when I gave myself to Tucker, I was reborn. I began to understand my need for what it was. Part of me. Part of the pack. My self-control faded as I slid a hand between my legs. My folds were so slick with my desire, just the slightest touch made my whole body quake.

  Reed rose from the couch. His own blanket fell away and he stood stark naked before me. He wasn’t as large as Tucker, but he was broad and muscular. A fine dusting of brown hair covered his rippled chest, leading a dark trail down to his turgid erection. He wasn’t as big as Tucker was there either, but he was still huge. He would still stretch me wide if I took him.

  Reed took a step toward me, still waiting for some signal from me. He knew how much I struggled with what I was becoming. I knew he and the others had been commanded by their alpha. My alpha. He wouldn’t touch me unless I wanted him to.

  Did I? Was this really who I was now? Could I give myself over to another member of the pack? Tucker said fucking wasn’t the same thing as mating. Though I still didn’t understand everything he meant, I knew one thing. I desperately needed to be fucked.

  As Reed stood before me, his hard cock pressed flat against his taut stomach, I dropped to my knees. I let my thoughts and doubts fall away, and gave over to the new instincts raging within me. I went forward on my hands and crawled the few feet between us. His cock was thick, well-veined, and throbbing before me. I chanced a look up at him. His breath came hard and I could sense the struggle within him. Bound by Tucker’s command and his own willpower, he wouldn’t touch me unless I made the first move.

  So I made it.

  I cupped his balls in my hands. They were full and heavy, and I knew how badly they must ache. The thought of it sent a wave of pleasure through me, making me shudder. Then I opened my mouth, and slid my lips past the bulbous head of his rock hard dick. Reed groaned, and his thighs shook, but he stayed rooted to his spot.

  Then I sucked him, drawing my lips and tongue down the length of him. He had his own taste and scent, different from Tucker’s, but just as powerful. It acted on me like a drug. The more I sucked, the wetter I got. I meant to go slow, use finesse. But, the moment I tasted the first fat drops of Reed’s seed, all of that went out the window.

  I arched my back and spread my thighs as I sucked Reed. I made a circle with my fingers and pumped his thick base as I sheathed my teeth and worked him with my lips and tongue. Reed threaded his fingers through my hair, pulling me down on him until the tip of his dick brushed the back of my throat and gagged me.

  My own wetness grew to the point I was positively dripping. I ached with desire and the need to be filled. I sucked him even harder, filling the quiet cabin with popping noises that seemed to drive him even wilder.

  Then the air shifted behind me. I looked up at Reed. He had broken eye contact and looked behind me. My heart thundered in my chest as shadows flickered on the wall and I knew we weren’t alone. While I kept on stroking Reed with my hand, I went up on my knees and turned around.

  Barrett stood behind me, naked and imposing, nearly a carbon copy in form and physique to Reed. He held his long, thick cock in his hands and stroked himself, matching the pace I set with Reed. Barrett questioned me with his eyes, and I turned back to Reed.

  He looked down at me, tenderness filling his expression as he ran his hand down the curve of my skull. “Only if you want it,” he whispered.

  Heat flared between my legs. I nearly doubled over from the rising tide of my own desire. My sex pulsed and throbbed, I felt myself opening wider.

  God help me, I did want it. I was going mad from wanting it.

  “Please,” I managed to gasp. “Yes.”

  It was all the invitation Barrett needed. I settled my mouth back on Reed and felt Barrett push against me, opening my slick folds with his fingers. He stroked me, sending a fresh gush of juices pouring out of me, as if he’d released a valve. I sucked and lapped at Reed, as Barrett used his skilled fingers to stroke me from behind.

  Then, Barrett put his hands on me, spreading my cheeks wide apart. Reed sank down until he was seated on the edge of the couch. This allowed me to bend lower as I sucked him, arching my back to give Barrett better access from where he stood.

  And then it happened.

  With Reed filling my mouth as I tasted more of his seed, Barrett guided himself in me, the thick head of his cock easily sliding into my slick walls, stretching me wide. Barrett started to pump. He went slowly at first, letting me adjust to his girth. He too, wasn’t as big as Tucker, but he was still huge by any standard. He filled me to the brim.

  Then the room became the sounds of all of us taking pleasure from each other. Reed groaned as I worked him with my lips and tongue. Barrett rooted himself deep and pumped in and out of my swollen pussy. I arched my back and set a rhythm between them, as Barrett fucked me from behind and Reed fucked my mouth. As one pushed in, the other pulled back, alternating as they filled my holes, driving me to the edge and taking me back again.

  Every nerve ending in my body seemed to come alive. The electric spark I’d felt when I kissed Mal and Jake had just been the beginning. That spark had ignited into a full blown flame. It filled me, and spread out in wave after wave of pleasure.

  My whole existence became the taste of Reed in my mouth, his soft skin over his rock hard cock, the tiny slit at the head offering me drop after drop of his seed. Then there was the feeling of Barrett driving himself in and out, his balls slapping against me, his solid cock driving into me, hard. Then a part of me seemed to float from above, and I could see everything that was happening to me, and how much I loved it. I kept my back arched, my legs spread wide as Barrett straddled me, his hands on my hips to keep me angled just how he needed. Reed kept his hands on my head, tilting my face up so he could feed his cock to me at just the angle he needed.

  Finally, Reed came first. That he’d held back as long as he did told me something about his stamina. I felt his balls hitch against me. I spurred him on, sucking harder as Barrett thumped me from behind. Reed’s grip tightened on my head, not to the point of pain, but he would not be denied. And I wanted this. I wanted him to take his pleasure from me, letting me wring every last drop out of him.

  He exploded in my mouth. I struggled to keep up. I gagged and choked as I took all of him. Reed’s thrusts became erratic as he spilled his semen down my throat, and I took it all. I sucked him through it until his back arched and I knew he needed me to let go.

  His eyes glinted again, then softened as he withdrew and leaned down to kiss me. Then he shot a look behind me, giving some signal to Barrett. Reed stepped to the side, letting me grip the couch to brace myself while Barrett’s thrusting became more intense. I felt his balls seize up against me, and knew he was past the point of control too.

  But he shifted, pulling himself out of me. My legs went weak, and it was Reed’s hands that came under my arms, lifting me off the ground. Barrett went to his back, his massive cock stood straight up, the tip of it glistened with my juices and the first drops of his own release.

  As Reed helped me down, I spread my legs wide and straddled Barret
t. I let out a moan as I took him in. From this angle, he filled me completely. Though my legs felt like rubber, with Reed supporting me with strong hands around my ribcage, I found my rhythm. I thrust and bounced up and down on Barrett, finding the perfect friction to bring me home.

  Barrett pumped and jerked beneath me, unable to hold back a second longer. His hot seed shot straight up into me. He seemed to come forever as I bucked and thrust. I found my strength again. Gently pushing Reed’s hands away, I gripped Barrett’s shoulders. He got his hands around my hips to support me as I ground up and down on him, riding out my own orgasm. And when it came, it nearly split me in two. Unable to control it, I screamed out. Sparks of pleasure coursed through me, opening me wide as I arched my back. If it weren’t for Barrett’s hands on my hips and Reed standing behind me, I might have pitched myself backward.

  But my wolves were strong and gentle all at once. They didn’t let me falter. I gasped and grunted. Though wolves dwelled within them, I was the wild thing now. My need was overpowering and primal as I took my pleasure from Barrett. My clit stretched and shuddered and finally, I crested down. My pussy clenched around Barrett, milking the last few drops he had left to give. Then, my limbs seemed to turn to rubber. Taking one were was strenuous enough; handling two at once had used every ounce of strength in me.

  Barrett sat up and cradled me while he slipped out of me. He stood and carried me to the bathroom. Reed followed close behind. He ran the water in the shower until steam billowed out. Then Barrett set me on my feet.

  My wolves took care of me, then. Reed stepped in the tub behind me, Barrett came in front. While Reed lathered and washed my hair, Barrett used a soapy washcloth and gently scrubbed my arms, my legs, my breasts. I thought I had nothing left to give. But, their skillful hands cleansed my body and brought me pleasure, coaxing dozens of smaller orgasms out of me as they rubbed me clean.

  Then Reed wrapped me in a towel. I was exhausted from the exertion now, and barely able to stand. He lifted me into his strong, powerful arms and together, my wolves took me back out to the living room and set me gently on the couch.

  Barrett smoothed the hair away from my forehead as Reed wrapped me in blankets. They worshiped me from head to toe with soft kisses as I finally fell back into the deepest of slumbers and chased my dreams away.

  Chapter Twenty

  When morning came, I felt strangely shy and coltish around Barrett and Reed. I woke before them. Each of them slept hard, sprawled on two couches, their alternating snores loud enough to rattle the windows. They were sated; so was I. I was glad for these stolen moments to myself before the rest of the pack woke. I felt a certain drowsy comfort as I busied myself making breakfast for the four of us. I took a bowl of hot oatmeal in to Jake.

  “Whoa,” I said. He sat upright with his back to me. The flesh at his shoulder was still pink and puckered, but the wound was completely healed. He stood up on shaky legs, put a hand down on the edge of the bed to steady himself, then he turned to face me, his blue eyes clear and bright.

  “You sure you should be doing that?” I said, setting the oatmeal on the dresser and walking toward him. Jake gave me a sheepish grin but straightened and brought his hand off the bed. He took one faltering step toward me. His second and third steps were steady.

  “I’m starting to feel like myself again. I’m starving, but I feel like myself.”

  He had a wide grin on his face and I gave into the urge to tousle his unruly blond hair. A blush came into his face, and then my own flamed hot as I caught a look at the unmistakable tenting of his white, cotton boxers. My breath caught as I realized he more than likely heard everything that happened last night in the room ten feet away from him. Would he have joined in if he’d had his legs a few hours ago? My heart thundered at the thought of it. Would I have allowed it? Three at once? My own knees felt a little weak again and a new rush of heat spread through me, so intense my thighs shook.

  Jake’s smile turned sheepish and he sat back down on the bed.

  “I can help with your stomach,” I said. A part of me desperately wanted to give into the new, carnal thoughts I had about taking Barrett, Reed, and Jake. But I wasn’t sure I was ready for that just yet. I turned and picked up the tray of oatmeal. Jake smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. Then it dawned on me what he meant by starving. The wolf within him needed something more substantial.

  “Tucker and Mal should be back soon,” I said and desperately hoped it was true. As much fun as the diversion of Reed and Barrett had been, I knew I would need my alpha back as much as they did. I felt Tucker though, in a strong steady pull that beat along with my heart. He would come back to me soon. He was on his way now.

  “They’re on their way now.” Reed stood in the doorframe, smiling. The rest of Tucker’s pack could feel their alpha as well. Warmth spread through me, and that feeling of bliss and belonging. We were Tucker’s pack, and I was very much a part of that now. A flash of lust came into Reed’s eyes as he saw me with Jake. My cheeks still flamed hot, and I wondered if I’d ever be able to fully let go of the prudish part of me that held on to the woman I was before I met these amazing men. I didn’t want to go back to that, but it was a hard habit to break.

  “Back in bed, you,” I said to Jake. “You’ll have to deal with oatmeal for the time being. And I’m not taking no for an answer. I can’t begin to understand how you survived that mauling, but you still look skinnier than you did before it happened.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Jake said. His color did look a little paler since he’d been on his feet. Tucker and Mal needed to come back, not just for me, but for Jake. I knew he needed protein from a fresh kill to help get him back to fighting form. As soon as I had that thought, a shadow seemed to fall over my heart. I said a silent prayer that none of these men would need to fight again so quickly. But they would--of course they would. I saw that look in Asher’s eyes twice as he bore down on me. He had some sort of bloodlust where I was concerned. I didn’t know enough about pack law to understand what could happen, but I knew Tucker couldn’t broker peace by just talking it out with Asher.

  Satisfied Jake was going to be an obedient patient and eat his breakfast, I followed Reed back out into the front room. Barrett was awake now, too, and busied himself raiding the pantry. Reed had a gentle hand at the small of my back, and the warmth of his skin sent a shudder through me.

  “Are you all right?” he asked, his voice calm and quiet, his eyes kind but full of concern. I wasn’t ready to talk about what we’d shared last night, but it meant everything to me to know that my well-being mattered so much to him.

  I leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. Then, I smoothed an errant lock away from his brow. “Thank you for asking. I’m a little tired, a little sore, but I feel good.”

  Reed’s face softened, and I realized how truly worried he and Barrett were about how I would feel today. Tucker promised me that none of these men would hurt me or ask me to do something I didn’t want to. That line was firmly in place, and knowing how much they respected it made me cherish them even more.

  But, I needed Tucker. The pack was splintered, and it was not the natural state of things. Until our alpha and beta returned, nothing was normal. We each did different things to handle the ticking of the hours. I cleaned the cabin and made sandwiches for lunch. Reed paced in long, loping strides that very much reminded me of a caged animal at a zoo. I realized, in some sense, that’s what he was.

  Barrett gave up pacing and went outside. From the kitchen window I saw him shift. I smirked as I watched, thankful that he had the courtesy to strip naked before he did it. I’d made myself useful with a needle and thread, and mended the shirts Mal and Tucker ripped through the other day. Barrett’s wolf was broad and strong with coarse, brown hair streaked with black across his back. He didn’t go far. He ran a circle around the cabin, never straying more than a few feet into the tree line.

  He caught a rabbit on one pass, caging it between his massive paws. Then he
bit down and snapped the creature’s neck with one quick shake between powerful jaws.

  I wiped my hands on a kitchen towel and went to the front door. “You mind letting Jake have that one?” I called out.

  Barrett answered with a high pitched whine and an indignant chuff, but he pushed the rabbit toward me with his nose. I reached out and ran my hand over his head. He laid his pointed ears flat, and I scratched him there. I giggled when he nuzzled me against the leg, nearly knocking me over. I leaned down and picked up the rabbit, holding it out and away from me by the ears. Saliva dripped from Barrett’s fangs as he watched me and pawed the ground. My nose wrinkled but I knew I was going to have to get used to dead, wild things if I planned to run with a pack of werewolves. I wrapped the rabbit in the kitchen towel I still held and brought it back to Jake.

  Reed followed me into the room. “She’s got the right idea,” he said. “Let’s get you outside. You need to shift. Then you can eat.”

  Jake looked dubious. I could only imagine the tremendous physical stress shifting had on his body. But I also knew Reed was right. If Jake had any hope of keeping up with the pack, he’d need to be able to shift as quickly as the others. Thinking it, I was overcome with a new longing. I wished I could feel what it was like to run as a wolf, like just as they did.

  I followed Reed and Jake out the back door and set the dead rabbit on a pile of brown leaves. Then, I pressed myself against the side of the cabin and prayed Jake would be able to pull this off. Reed put a steadying hand on my shoulder. He sensed my worry for Jake. It ended up being unwarranted. Jake went down on all fours. Shirtless, I couldn’t help but focus on the scarred flesh of his shoulder. His bones shifted and turned, his face wrought with the pain of the metamorphosis. But then, Jake’s wolf sprang free. He moved much easier as a wolf than he had as a man. Gone were the tentative steps and the face full of pain.