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by Michelle

  Werewolf Ménage: Pack Justice

  Michelle Fox

  Copyright 2012. All Rights Reserve.

  Blurb

  Sabrina’s been a bad werewolf, two-timing alphas from different packs. When they find

  out the truth, they arrange a little punishment for Sabrina, one that has her coming (and coming!) to her senses.

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  Also by Michelle Fox:

  Taming Her Beast

  Meet Hunter. He’s tall, dark and handsome....and ready to make Miranda howl.

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  Disclaimer

  This is a work of fiction intended for adults age 18 and over. Minors should stop here and close the book.

  All events depicted are fictional. Characters are over the age of 18. Any resemblance to places and persons, living or dead, is unintentional coincidence.

  While the author has tried to accurately portray the BDSM lifestyle, please note this story is a fantastical imagining of BDSM. Reality may differ. Don’t try this at home unless you know what you are doing.

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  Werewolf Ménage:Pack Justice

  Kane paced the clearing the Jameson wolf pack called home, a brooding expression on

  his face. The clearing was deep in the woods, chosen for its seclusion so no one would see us change. It also gave us the privacy to conduct pack business without human interference.

  Sometimes, the solitude was a good thing. Other times, it just meant there were no witnesses and no chance of escape.

  Nervous, I licked my lips and scanned the trees, sensing danger, but unable to see much past the headlights of Kane’s Jeep. He hadn’t sounded like himself when he’d asked me to meet him. The baritone timber of his voice had been strained and unhappy. Worse, instead of his usual happy smile upon seeing me, he’d scowled. Something had changed between us and I had a sinking feeling I knew what it was.

  I’m not ready for this.

  He cleared his throat and came to stand in front of me, crowding me slightly so that I stepped away, giving ground until I felt a coarse tree trunk at my back. I fought the urge to cower, but my gaze dropped down to stare at my shoes anyway. He was my alpha and I

  submitted to him.

  “Imagine my surprise, when I meet a guy from the Smith pack and he tells me his

  girlfriend has a sexy little mole right here.” Kane touched my pubic mound, pushing against the fabric of my jeans. “I say, that’s strange because my girlfriend has a mole like that too. And then he shows me a picture of his girlfriend, only it’s you.” He waved at the darkness behind us.

  “Come on out.”

  Jack emerged from the shadows, a wicked grin dancing across his lips. He grabbed me by the chin and held me in place, his gaze boring into mine. “What a coincidence, don’t you think, Cherie?” He leaned in close, breath hot on my cheek as he whispered, “Or do you prefer Sabrina?’

  I jerked my head out of his hand and remained silent. It chafed though, because I wanted to know how it was they were talking about me naked when they barely knew each other. They would smell any lie I told them, though, making it smarter to keep quiet. Tonight, I needed to be smart, not sassy. My life might depend on it.

  Jack pulled a cell phone out of his pocket. “I suggested we get everyone together and see what the truth was. Why don’t I give my girlfriend a call and invite her to join us?” He dialed and my cell phone rang, a shrill telltale that made even the crickets pause at its dark truth.

  I slumped and ground my teeth into my bottom lip. Shit. My double-dating had caught up with me and there would be hell to pay. Wolves don’t share and mates are just more territory to defend. With a sigh, I flipped open my cell phone and hit ignore. “Let’s stop playing games. You got me.”

  Kane gave me a hurt look. “Why Sabrina?”

  I held up my hands in a helpless gesture. “I liked you both. Too much to choose one over the other.”

  “And we didn’t deserve to know that?” Jack also looked hurt.

  My heart twisted at seeing them both so upset and knowing it was my fault. “I know how wolves are.”

  “Stupid?” Kane’s gaze narrowed and he stared at me until I lowered my eyes in

  submission.

  “Not stupid, Kane. Just possessively monogamous.” They said monogamy was in the

  wolf DNA. The only problem? I seemed to be missing the genetic code that bound me to just one mate.

  A picture flashed through my mind of the three of us together, a tangle of flesh and

  sensation. I squashed it before desire ran away with me. That will never happen. You’re about to be dumped by the only two men you’ve ever been faithful to and maybe even kicked out of your pack.

  Noticing my thoughts had turned inward, Kane snapped his fingers. “Sabrina? Are you

  with us?”

  I nodded and pulled away from my fantasy, coming back to the present. “Yes.”

  “Well, as the Jameson pack leader, it’s up to me to administer justice.” He turned to Jack.

  “I hold you innocent, there is no betrayal from your pack. But I would ask your help in Sabrina’s punishment.”

  Jack nodded. “Whatever you need.”

  “Did you bring your things?”

  Jack disappeared for a moment and returned, tossing a black duffel bag into the clearing.

  “Everything you requested and more.”

  I gulped, knowing what the bag held. Jack had an extensive collection of toys and we’d played with many of them over the course of our relationship. Why did he bring them here?

  Kane focused on me again. “Is it true, Sabrina, that you liked it rough with Jack? He’s told me some kinky stories of spanking and being tied up.” He ran a hand down my cheek and my breath quickened as my alpha’s scent crowded my nose. He smelled of hot sex and fresh kills, of violence on the brink. My beast quivered inside me, ready to jump through my skin, but I shoved her back. Now was not the time to change. In wolf form? Instinct would make them tear me apart. Keeping everyone human was key to my survival.

  When I didn’t answer, Jack said, “She comes when I spank her like the bad dog she is.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you give me the chance to give you that?” Kane’s

  gaze probed my face, looking for answers. He no longer looked angry so much as sad.

  “I didn’t know how to tell you anything,” I said. Jack had introduced me to spanking and I was only just coming to terms with how much I wanted his rough hands on my ass.

  Whispering, I added, “Other than I love you.”

  He snorted. “That was a lie.”

  “No, it wasn’t. You’d smell it on me, right?” I met his eyes, defiant.

  “She told me she loved me too.” Jack shook his head in disgust. An owl hooted above us, heckling.

  “I never told either of you a lie. I know better than that.”

  “Are you saying you love us both?” Kane furrowed his eyebrows, confused.

  “Yes.”

  “How can that be true?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know, but it’s been hell to live with.” Tears pricked my eyes. I’d been expecting this confrontation for months, unable to commit to just one wolf, unable to find a way out that didn’t get ugly.

  “Did you think you could keep it a secret forever?” Jack crossed his arms, the muscles of his forearms rippling.

  “Just long enough to figure things out,” I said, head bowed.

  “You’ve been dating us for at least s
ix months, Sabrina.” Kane sighed, exasperated.

  “How much time do you need?”

  “What if there are wolves who aren’t meant for one mate?” I asked softly.

  “That’s not possible.” Jack dismissed my question with a wave of his hand.

  “It’s against pack law,” Kane added.

  “I did some reading, trying to make sense of things. Sometimes real wolves aren’t faithful either.” My voice was a soft murmur, fear stealing volume.

  My alpha shook his head. “And that means you don’t have to be?”

  “No, I just wanted...” I trailed off.

  “An excuse?” Jack frowned at me.

  “To understand why I was different.” I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. Every other

  wolf happily bonded to their mate and never looked back, but I couldn’t do that. Had never been able to do that, not until Kane and Jack. “What if... I need you both? What if you’re both my mates?”

  “You want us to share?”

  I nodded and Jack shot a glance at Kane who raised his eyebrows in response.

  “How many other wolves have you lied to, Sabrina?” Kane asked.

  “It’s always just been you two. No one else.” I looked at him, unblinking as he sniffed, smelling the truth of my words.

  Kane rubbed his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face. Jack watched him, waiting to see what he would say. Above us, bats whipped the air with their wings, their sonic screeches, grating on our ears, making us all wince.

  “What do you think, Jack?”

  “I’m always up for a good time, but she still has to be punished.” Jack gave me an impish grin, and from amusement dancing in his eyes, I knew he wasn’t mad anymore. But then he was no stranger to odd bedfellows, being heavily into the kink lifestyle. Kane’s more traditional worldview was a concern, though. I liked his stability, how I knew what to expect, but sometimes he resisted new things, preferring the old ways.

  “I think the punishment would be part of the fun.” Kane also smiled at me, his gaze

  smoldering, not with anger, but desire. I blinked at him, stunned, but, of course, I knew how seductive Jack could be with his promises of hot pleasure by way of pain. If they’d compared notes on my mole, other details had surely been shared too, and Kane would have to be dead not to realize how scorching sex with Jack could be.

  “A pound of flesh would go a long way to making things right with me.” Jack cocked one eyebrow at me in a come-hither look. “It’s just a question of who wants to go first.”

  “I’ll leave the how and what to your expertise, Jack. Just tell me what you want to do.”

  Relief washed through me. If they were negotiating logistics, the worst was over and

  maybe I would come out of this all right. Maybe they were really saying what I thought they were, what I most wanted to hear; that the three of us were a possibility.

  “Mind you, Sabrina, if I couldn’t smell the distress on you, or the truth of your words, I would be banishing you from the pack. But I hear you. You are lost and scared. Maybe Jack and I can help you find out what or who you really need.” Kane laid a gentle hand on my shoulder and gave me a reassuring squeeze.

  I sniffed, but not fast enough to keep a few tears from dripping down my cheek. Kane

  was such a good, stand-up guy. I really didn’t deserve him, given I’d had so little faith in him that I couldn’t even be honest. Guilt twisted inside me at that realization and more tears welled up in my eyes.

  Jack wiped them away with his thumb. There was tenderness in his eyes, but no mercy

  and I didn’t blame him. “You need to undress now.” His tone was matter-of-fact.

  I complied and removed my clothes, tossing them into the soft earth. The wind blew a

  cool caress that made my nipples jut out and I shivered.

  Jack went to unzip the duffle bag, pulling out some things I recognized--floggers, hand cuffs, rope--along with other items I had never seen before. Kane guided me between two saplings and fastened a rope around each wrist.

  “You will be punished for your lies and failure to seek the counsel of your pack leader.”

  Kane removed a flogger from the bag and slapped it gently against his thigh. “If you had come to me first, we would have avoided all this. In the future, if you continue to keep secrets like this, you will be banished, understood?”

  “Yes, sir,” I said. My throat was so tight with emotion, my voice was a strangled whine.

  Jack came over and growled at me, “On your knees, wolf.” To Kane he said, “If you want to stand in front of her, she’ll suck and I’ll flog.”

  Kane handed the flogger over to Jack with a nod. Then he shed his clothes, muscles

  flowing like water under his skin as he did so. Naked, he moved to stand in front of me. I licked my lips, anticipating the taste of his salt, wanting to bury my nose in the scent of his musk.

  Where Jack’s cock was thick, Kane’s was long with a bit of an angle that made my pussy spasm just at the sight of him. I lowered my mouth down his shaft, smiling as it bobbed with enthusiasm against my tongue.

  “I’ll set the pace with the flogger, you suck no matter what. Do you understand,

  Sabrina?” Jack came to stand behind me, trailing the flogger down my spine and over my ass.

  I nodded my agreement and braced myself, not knowing what to expect. The floggings

  I’d had with Jack had always been sensual, never punitive. He’d told me once that there were many kinds of floggers; some soft, others hard enough to cause damage if not wielded properly.

  Which had he brought tonight? What would he use for my punishment?

  The first hit came and I relaxed. The sensation was not one of pain, rather it was more like when someone pats you on the shoulder. There was pressure, just not to the point of hurting.

  A soft flogger then, I thought with relief. Just like all the other times.

  As if reading my mind, Jack said, “The flogger is a warm-up. It will bring all the blood to your skin and then you’ll really get a spanking.”

  My mouth was too full of cock for me to do anything other than murmur my

  understanding. I took Kane as deep as I could, desperate to please my alpha, to absolve my sins in his pleasure. As he had promised, Jack set the rhythm with the flogger, using it to push my body forward and causing me to take Kane deeper. Over time, he used more force and the flogging began to sting, edging into pain. Nervous about how far he would take it, I sucked my alpha’s cock for all I was worth, pleased to see his hips squirming as my ministrations did not go unnoticed.

  Kane came with a guttural sigh, hips pumping up into my mouth as Jack drove me down

  with the flogger. I did my best not to gag, and swallowed as fast as I could. The flogger rained down faster, making heat throb over my ass and up my back. He stopped when Kane pulled out, his shaft glistening with my saliva. I took a deep breath, relaxing into the reprieve. I hoped I wouldn’t be too sore and that my punishment was almost at an end.

  My hopes were dashed when Jack pulled a long thin stick out of the duffel bag. He’d

  never used anything like it with me before. It looked like a tiny fly swatter and, despite its small size, it made me nervous. My wolf paced inside me, nervous and shrinking back. I took a deep breath to steady myself. I could do this, I resolved. I would make things right and, if it took pain to do so, then so be it.

  Jack held it up for us to see. “This is a crop. It stings like a son-of-a-bitch, especially when being punished. You are going to help Kane learn how to use it.”

  I remained silent, but fear made my heart race. I caught a glimpse of Kane out of the

  corner of my eye. He watched the pulse flickering at my throat and my eyes widened as I recognized the look of a predator locking in on prey. I gave a silent prayer of thanks that we had kept human form.

  “You will stand with your legs spread and you will not move, no matter what.” To Kane, Jack said,
“We’ll start with the legs and ass. You can hit pretty hard there, but other areas require a lighter touch.” He handed over the crop and Kane went to stand behind me.

  “You count, I’ll give you warning with and,” Kane said.

  “What?” I asked, confused, but it was too late, the crop had already stung me. I hissed and arched my back, trying to escape.

  Jack crossed his arms and shook his head. “What number was that, Sabrina?”

  “One,” I said, unable to keep the resentment from my voice.

  “And,” said Kane after which the second hit came.

  The crop slapped all over my ass and the backs of my thighs. It felt like someone was

  snapping big rubber bands against my skin or what a bee sting might feel like if it was as big as my hand, the stinger as thick as toothpick.

  I was crying by the tenth stroke. By the twentieth, I could no longer stand still and tried to dodge the crop, even though I knew it was impossible.

  “Don’t move,” Jack said with a warning glare. When I couldn’t comply, he produced

  another crop and every time I moved to evade Kane, he snapped it across my stomach or my inner thighs. He also hit harder than Kane. Or maybe the spots he struck were just more tender, I couldn’t tell.

  Now I had to choose; Kane or Jack or both? I squeezed my eyes closed and took a deep

  breath, focusing everything I had in remaining still, to submitting to my punishment. I deserve this, I thought, my lies caused pain, it’s only right that it comes back to me this way. The crop rained down on me and my tears with it, dripping from my cheeks to hit my breasts in warm drops. I wrapped my bonds around my wrist so I could grab onto the rope and hold it like an ‘oh shit’ handle in a car.

  Jack had been right, this was punishment. There was no desire stirring in me, no want for sex. I just wanted it to be done.

  “Please forgive me,” I said, my voice a soft rasp.

  “I’m sorry, what did you say?” Jack flicked me on the inside of each thigh.

  “Please forgive me,” I repeated. I opened my eyes to meet Jack’s gaze and did my best to beg like a naughty puppy. Behind me, Kane continued to smack me with the crop. My body shuddered with each blow, stinging and burning under its touch.

  Jack raised his hand. “Kane?”