Sought by the Alphas Complete Boxed Set: A Paranormal Romance Serial

by Carina Wilder

  Lachlan reached down for a bar of soap and, after easing it into the hot water, slid it along her chest, making his way slowly over each breast and taking special care to flick its edges over each nipple. Rauth took advantage of her newly slippery skin to allow his fingers to follow the passage of her curves, always returning to her puckered pink tips to gently pinch, then slide his thumb over their delicate nerves. Gwynne groaned; even in the depths of the bathwater she could feel her pussy moisten for the two men.

  She turned back to Rauth, taking him fully into her mouth now, her right hand around his back, pulling his body towards her face even as she held onto Lachlan’s hard cock. It was like a fantasy she’d never realized she’d had; a man on either side while her body bathed in heat.

  Rauth tightened under the touch of her lips and tongue, easing deeper inside her eager mouth, revelling in the sensation of warmth and wetness, but after a minute of ecstasy he pulled away.

  “No. Let us pleasure you,” he said softly.

  Gwynne stood then, pulling her wet body upwards as the water dripped from her in a cascade. She slid wet hands over her breasts, clearing off the remaining soap as the two men watched in torment, each wanting to slide inside her.

  Lachlan took her hand and she stepped out of the tub and down the steps again. But this time she led the way, drawing them towards the open window.

  It was set in the thick stone wall, wide open to the outdoors, allowing the sea air to filter in as Gwynne enjoyed so well.

  “Lift me,” she said. The two shifters obliged, their arms under her thighs and hoisting her onto the broad sill so that she could sit.

  On either side of the window were heavy iron bars which she grasped then, leaning backwards so that the sun kissed the white flesh of her shoulders. She parted her thighs for the men, who, she knew, trusted her to hold herself steady.

  Lachlan went first, pushing her thighs apart with his hips as he advanced, and then kneeling before her to kiss her left leg, his supple mouth making its way from her knee to the top of her silken thigh, stopping just as he inched towards her moist lips.

  Then it was Rauth who took his position, kissing and licking the inside of the right thigh, imitating his cousin’s actions. Gwynne could see that the two men were making a game of it; mirroring one another by offering her symmetrical pleasure.

  She closed her eyes, joining them in their revelry, feeling one tongue and then another slide along her lips in slow, lingering licks, circumventing her most sensitive nerves, which only served to make her pussy ache for them. One tongue and then the other eased along the soft pink flesh, savouring her taste and reminding her of what they were capable of; what was yet to come.

  And then they were piercing her gently in turns, the men having made another silent agreement to take equal shares of her tight opening with their eager tongues.

  Gwynne continued to play the game, attempting to sort out which tongue was whose; to see how well she knew them. Rauth, she knew, tended to have more stubble, which meant that his was the softer chin, and likewise he was tender with his tongue, loving and gentle in contradiction to his usual temperament.

  Lachlan, too, had a way with his mouth, of course; he would thrust his tongue outwards, erect as his eager cock, and ease it inside her, fucking her slowly with his mouth as she moaned with pleasure, each sound encouraging him to please her more.

  As they took turns the tongues reverted to lingering licks, the first man exploring her soft petals in all their glory, outer and inner, coating her in his wetness as well as hers. The next focused more in one particular area, his tongue spiralling in small circular strokes on her clit; the most soothing massage, before allowing the other’s tongue at her again. As they went, each mouth seemed more reluctant to leave her pussy, each feeling her moving closer to ecstasy.

  As she sat and let the warmth of the sun hit her back even as the cool outside air moved around her body, a set of fingers began to rub her, the index and middle finger stroking and finally squeezing her lips gently, the other hand pulling softly at the hood which hid her most sensitive nerves, before a tongue laid itself on her once again.

  Gwynne opened her eyes and took in the sight.

  Rauth was holding her flesh taut for Lachlan to lick, making an offering of her pussy to his co-alpha, the two bent on one goal: to please their lover beyond imagining.

  “Yes, cousin,” he said, “Make her come for us. Make that beautiful channel a tight home for our hungry cocks.”

  “Oh my,” moaned Gwynne, watching as Lachlan’s tongue slid along her clit in delicate strokes. She wouldn’t last long at this rate. His lips kissed at her clit, tongue moving in soft blows as Rauth exposed her delicate nerve endings to him. Gwynne watched the men work on her, Lachlan feasting on her swollen pussy, his tongue lapping at her in insatiable strokes, aggressive and gentle at once.

  “You two are going to…” she began just as her body exploded. She felt her hips thrust towards Lachlan’s face, her fingers tightening around the two metal bars as though worried that she would lose her balance, her head spinning with the sensation.

  “I’m coming,” she cried, loudly enough to induce the cry of a crow in the distance.

  “Oh, yes, my cwen, come for us,” growled Rauth, staring up towards her face. “And then we will take you.” With that he rammed three fingers into her, causing another pulse of orgasm as Lachlan continued to lap greedily at her clit. The tremors continued for what seemed like minutes and Gwynne allowed them; allowed the men the pleasure of her own euphoria.

  When her body had settled, she eased herself down towards the floor, putting an arm around each man’s neck.

  “I need you both now. I need you to be with me,” she said, guiding them to the bed.

  “Get on,” she ordered Lachlan. He laid down, his head against the headboard, and she crawled onto the mattress and leaned over him, her mouth taking him in again. He was still rock hard, his arousal never ebbing in the presence of her nude body.

  Rauth crept onto the bed and came at her from behind, not hesitating for a moment before thrusting his cock inside her.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned, her head jerking up for a moment before returning to its task, her lips and hands around Lachlan’s shaft.

  “That’s right, beautiful Gwynne,” Lachlan said, watching her mouth slide up and down his length, her tongue stroking him as she went, “Eat me. Take me with that perfect mouth of yours while Rauth fucks you.”

  Gwynne’s two hands were at his base, massaging him, her mouth’s focus now at the tip of his cock. For a moment she wanted to laugh at his size, which like Rauth’s never ceased to stun her. Her hands were by no means tiny, and the fact that she could get both on him as well as her mouth was a marvel. It was no wonder she loved having the two men inside her so much; their cocks were absolutely delicious perfection.

  She rubbed him delicately as she licked his cock head, her eyes looking up towards his face while he watched her, enthralled at her desire for his own pleasure. Occasionally Gwynne wrapped soft lips around him, taking much of his length in as Lachlan leaned forward, six-pack abs hardening while he observed and moaned with delight.

  Rauth watched himself inside her, easing out slowly, pulling himself almost clear of her pussy so that his cock gleamed in the daylight before sliding back in. He loved looking at her from the front, but the back was something else. There were few things on earth so beautiful, he thought, as the ass before him.

  He put a hand on each hip and took her firmly, thrusting hard into her so that she cried out in agonizing pleasure. Her hands stayed on Lachlan, though, squeezing him, stroking as she returned her tongue and lips to the task at hand.

  Propping herself up now on her left hand, she used her right to stroke as she took him deep in her mouth, his shaft disappearing into its warm depths even as Rauth’s was disappearing into her inviting pussy.

  Lachlan pulled himself away, only for a moment, and positioned himself upright on his knees so tha
t he could thrust into her eager mouth, and so that Rauth could see what was happening before him: their lover giving herself to both men at once, so generously as she always did, so happily, so hungrily. The two men would feed off of one another’s physical pleasure as Gwynne did.

  She squeezed Rauth’s thickness each time he thrust into her, reluctant to release him.

  “That feels so bloody good,” moaned the alpha from behind. “And you look so delicious, beautiful Gwynne.” She could hear the strain in his voice as he went weak, unable to control himself. “I’m going to come in you,” he said, his voice fading. “Oh…”

  His fingers dug into her hips as he pulled, thrusting himself forcefully into her again, and then she felt a series of pulses; hard, violent shudders as heat shot through her core. This caused her to renew her efforts to pleasure Lachlan, who had watched as his cousin had lost control inside their lover’s body.

  Lachlan looked down at her, at the hand that rubbed his shaft, stroking wetness over its surface as her lips drove themselves towards the base and then back again to the tip to tease its swollen roundness.

  “Is it all right?” he moaned. Rauth was still inside her, his hands at her sides.

  “Mmmm,” moaned Gwynne in encouragement as if to say, “Come in my mouth.”

  Lachlan let his hips thrust forward and she felt him release for her. Now the heat was everywhere, warming her, reminding her of the first time the three had been together; how the two men had come at once inside her. How utterly perfect she felt when they’d each been pleasured. As though balance had been restored with each orgasm, so that all that was the matter in the world became calm, clear, and for a moment resolved.

  Lachlan took her head in his hands, stroking her soft hair as she licked him, refusing yet to release him.

  Finally he pulled away, as did Rauth, and the three laid down, the men putting arms around her; Lachlan’s over her soft breasts and Rauth’s over her belly. Gwynne had seldom felt so well loved or so perfectly content. Everything, she knew, would be all right. Ygrena. Her whole world. Somehow, it would all work out for the best.

  * * *

  Trial By Fire 16

  The lady in black came to visit after two days had passed.

  Gwynne had spent much of her time looking in on those who were inflicted with the plague to monitor their progress. One woman who was older than the others had succumbed, but otherwise the patients were responding well to the medication. When Gwynne was certain of their progress she looked in on Ygrena, who as always had Hallam at her side.

  The former courtesan was doing well, thriving on the antibiotics that her lady had provided.

  “I’m so happy to see you looking so healthy,” said Gwynne, holding her hand. She looked at Hallam, who appeared as happy as any man could be.

  The moment was interrupted by a sudden knock at the door. When Gwynne opened it she was greeted by a guard.

  “My lady, a strange woman is attempting to enter the castle. She says that you know her. She tells us that she has no name but that of the Lady of the Sea.”

  “Yes, I know her,” said Gwynne, smiling. “I’ll come to the gate.”

  She said good-bye to Ygrena, assuring her that she would return before long, and made her way out of Dundurn’s front doors into the courtyard, where in the distance she saw the lady in black being detained. Two guards were attempting to prevent her entrance.

  “It’s all right, you two,” said Gwynne, approaching. “She’s a friend.”

  “I’m sorry, my lady,” one of the men replied. “The veil concealing her face…”

  “It’s quite all right,” said the lady. “Perfectly understandable that you might think me an enemy. I could have been concealing anything.”

  The men let her through and Gwynne took her by the arm. “Are you sure you want to be here?” she asked. “There’s been so much illness…”

  “Well, as you know, curing illness is my specialty,” said the lady. “I’m not afraid of what I might meet between these walls, my lady.”

  “Good,” said Gwynne.

  “I’d like to meet your Ygrena, your servant, and see how she’s faring.”

  “I’ll take you right to her. And I’m glad to see you. I have some questions.”

  “Oh?”

  The two began to walk and Gwynne hesitated before saying, “I need you to explain a few things to me.”

  “Such as…?”

  “Such as why you had modern clothing in your dresser. Perfectly suitable for 2014.”

  The lady laughed quietly. “You know that there are a few around here able to travel through time, Gwynne. Why should it surprise you that I can?”

  “Because the ones who can are shifters. They already defy all the laws of physics as far as I know. But you, you’re…”

  “What am I?”

  “Well, that’s another question. You’re…different. I don’t know what it is about you. I know there aren’t many female shifters. And you don’t look like the one I do know, at least not as far as I can tell.”

  “Must you define me, Gwynne? I am just a woman. That should suffice as an explanation.”

  “You need to understand that everything in my life has been a mystery for so long that I’m constantly looking for answers. I don’t even know your name. Wouldn’t that be a start?”

  “It would. But I don’t reveal my name in order to protect myself. I’m sure that you understand a certain need for self-preservation.”

  “Of course I do,” said Gwynne, turning down the hallway which led to Ygrena’s quarters. “But you don’t need to worry that I would expose you.”

  “Sometimes we do things that are unintentional, my lady,” said the woman in black. “With the best of intentions we can hurt those we care about. It’s best that I keep my own information a secret, for everyone’s sake.”

  Ygrena was sitting up in bed when they arrived. The sickly woman whom Gwynne had seen a few days earlier would have been unrecognizable now.

  “This is…the lady I was telling you about,” said Gwynne, turning to the woman in black. “Forgive me for not giving you a better title.”

  “The lady is fine for now. So much better than various alternatives,” came the voice from behind the veil. “And how are you today, Ygrena?”

  “Much better, thank you,” said Ygrena. “It’s a miracle, I think.”

  “The miracle of modern science,” said the lady, extending a hand to feel Ygrena’s forehead. “Yes, you look very well. I’m pleased,” she said. “But do keep taking your medication and follow lady Gwynne’s advice.”

  “I will,” said Ygrena. Hallam, who sat at her side, clasped her hand in his and she turned to look at him, smiling. As she did so, the small silver pendant around her neck shifted.

  “Interesting,” said the lady, reaching out and taking the silver heart between her fingers.

  “What is it?” asked Gwynne.

  “Oh, nothing. I just think it pretty.” With that she pulled her hand away. “Well,” said the lady, “I think I’d like to have a look around Dundurn, to get to know the place a little.”

  “Of course. I’ll show you around,” said Gwynne, leading her into the dark hallway.

  “And now I need to ask you: how are you, my dear?” asked the lady as they strolled.

  “I’m fine,” said Gwynne, surprised at the sudden tone of concern. “Never better, I think.”

  “Good to hear. Have you had any strange symptoms of late?”

  “What do you mean, symptoms? You mean my shifting?”

  “No, I mean as a human woman. Symptoms such as: have you bled of late?”

  Even with her twenty-first century sensibilities Gwynne found herself blushing at the question. But the lady was as close to a proper doctor as she knew in this era; the medics would never ask her such a thing.

  “Not in a while. I’ve just assumed that it had to do with stress and with all the changes in my body,” said Gwynne.

  “And have you be
en tired? Or ill in the mornings?”

  Gwynne hesitated before replying. She recalled the dizziness that she’d suffered a few mornings earlier, which had seemed to come and go in waves in the time since. “Tired, yes,” she said. “A little. Again, it seemed that it must be related to the drake…the changes in my body…”

  At that moment, Lachlan came around the corner and Gwynne cut her sentence short.

  “Lachlan,” she said. “This is the lady I told you about, whom I met—the one who helped me with medications and treatments.”

  “Of course,” said Lachlan, bowing towards the lady. “It’s so nice to make your acquaintance.”

  “Likewise,” she replied.

  “I want to go check on a few of the patients,” said Gwynne, finding a sudden excuse to be alone. “Lachlan, I trust that you can show the lady around a little, and guide her anywhere that she’d like to go.”

  “It would be my pleasure,” said Lachlan, kissing Gwynne’s hand. She turned and walked away from them, pondering the lady’s questions. Could it really be that she was going to have the alphas’ child?

  * * *

  As they watched Gwynne go, the lady turned to Lachlan.

  “You’ve told her nothing, I assume.”

  “Nothing,” he replied. “It is, I think, for the best.”

  “I’m sure you’re right. She will have enough to contend with, with your offspring on the way. The child of two dire wolves.”

  “So it really is her time, then.”

  “Yes, Lachlan, it is. This will be difficult,” she said. “For all three of you.”

  “I’d thought as much. But I was hoping that you could tell me that you’ve sensed something in her; that she would be all right…”

  “She is strong. But we need to prepare her; this will not be an easy pregnancy. And the birth will be harder still.”

  “She’s strong. You know that she is.”

  “Yes,” said the lady. “She is as strong as any woman I’ve ever met.”

  “Except, possibly, for you, my lady,” said Lachlan, respect and admiration in his tone.