“Um, Carla,” he crooned, working his hips slower.
“Not yet,” she whispered. “Don’t stop yet.”
As his heat oozed inside her channel, she clenched around his straining cock. With each flutter from his shaft, she squeezed harder and harder, until she reached that climatic high and came apart in his loving arms.
* * * *
Frank and Jock were naked and waiting. They didn’t give her time to rebound from Heck’s good loving.
Jock motioned for her. Sitting on the edge of the hay bale with his pocketknife in hand, he carefully stripped the wax from her belly while Frank massaged her paraffin-covered breasts.
He used the tip of the knife and loosened the dried edges, an act that left her with prickling sensations up and down her spine. He was careful and unrushed as he peeled away the coating. Still, the lust in his eyes and the stretch of his cock made her wonder how he managed to keep a steady hand.
Heck rolled to his side. He pumped his returning erection, acting as if his presence there wasn’t something out of the ordinary. She could sense his level of comfort. She could thank Frank and Jock for that. As Alphas of their joined packs, they could’ve challenged him. When Frank first discovered Heck had feelings for his mate, he could’ve summoned Heck to battle and fought to the death. Instead, he had looked on as Heck claimed the mate he and Jock already shared.
Frank cupped her right breast as Jock removed the wax from her left. When Jock completed the task, Frank reached around her and dipped his hand lower, tapping the tender spot between her legs. Nuzzling her neck, he whispered, “Ride my fingers, Miss.”
“Oh, Frank.” She was nearly to the brink of another orgasm long before he touched her.
“That’s right, Carla. Let go, honey. Move for me.” Then, he stuffed three digits inside her pussy, wiggling them inside her as she swayed back and forth, curving her arm behind her back and cupping Frank’s nape, holding tight as a ripple of pleasure washed over her.
She swayed against him as he finger fucked her to one orgasm and then another. He manipulated her womanhood as her other mates stood by and watched with lustful expressions.
Her first release had left her trembling in his arms. The second rocked her to and fro. The third drove a satisfied scream from her lips, but by the fourth, she could barely manage a moan.
As she wilted away, sated and happy, Jock carried her to another stack of blankets. Rubbing her face against his bristly chest, she whispered, “Now, we come together as one?”
“Is that what you want?” he asked, tilting her chin to his.
“Yes.” She placed several kisses along his strong jaw. “That’s the only way I’ll ever feel complete.”
Her wish was their command.
Frank took the position on bottom and drew her back against his chest. Jock knelt next to them and Heck would soon top her. She wasn’t entirely sure how a group act would work, but delving into their heads, she could better understand their initial plan.
“Relax, honey,” Frank said, breathing hard at her ear. “Spread your legs.”
As soon as she parted her thighs, Heck gasped. He stared at her privates and stroked his stretching erection. “Frank, if you don’t hurry up, no promises here.”
“It won’t be as enjoyable for Carla if you don’t wait your turn.” Frank rubbed his cock against her puckered hole. He dragged his swollen head around and around, easing inside her and pulling out, preparing and stretching her for a fuller invasion.
He finally gave her a few inches more and she took a deep breath, anticipating the exquisite pressure. At the same time Frank entered her, Jock grabbed hold of her chin and aimed his penis at her mouth. She kissed his slit, savoring the bittersweet taste of masculine excitement.
Frank breached her rear passage and the first complete impalement left tears in her eyes. Soon, Jock parted her lips with his straining length and Heck inched closer. She was lost in the idea of three men loving her, three mates trying to satisfy her insatiable desires.
Heck placed his thumb to her clit. Cocking his head and staring at her pussy, he whispered, “That’s amazing.”
“Tell me,” she whispered, delving inside his head and coming up empty handed. “And why are you blocking me from hearing your thoughts?”
“I’m not,” Heck said, rubbing his cock over her opening. “I just loved watching your pussy lips spread and relax as he entered you.”
“If I need to make room for you, Heck, it better happen fast.”
Carla sensed Frank’s firmer strokes, his forced restraint. Turning her head to Jock’s cock, she sucked his tip with a tight suction, focusing on the wet slit and loving his salty taste.
She was devoted to Jock’s pleasure, spoiling him with her dedicated tongue and not paying much attention to the movement behind her, but when Frank backed out of her rear passage and Heck speared her pussy from the front, she accidently bit down on Jock’s shaft.
He winced in pain and she shuddered at the thought of bringing him discomfort. “I’m so sorry.” She caressed his penis with her fingers. “Are you all right?”
“Kiss it and make it better.” He winked. “Besides, I’m more concerned about you.”
She accepted a generous kiss along her trunk as Frank pampered her with his lips and she coddled Jock with hers. When she returned her focus to the man in front, she couldn’t help but notice the tight strain of veins bulging in his neck.
“Heck needs to…”
“Heck is fine,” he assured her, pinching and twisting her nipple.
“Then I need to,” she admitted, breathless. Without missing a beat, she returned to Jock’s cock, sucking and licking, pulling his shaft to the back of her throat and humming against his size in hopes that the vibrations from her mouth would send him into throes of ecstasy.
“Now, boys,” Frank said, grabbing hold of her hips and plowing between her globes.
Her asshole pulsed around Frank’s cock. Her pussy clenched and closed around Heck’s shaft. And her mouth tightened around Jock’s penis as she let them guide and manipulate her body so everyone could enjoy the inevitable release.
Their ragged breaths became broken and short. The horses and mules stirred in their stalls below them. Their bodies moved in a nearly practiced pattern, rocking one way or the other, pausing and repeating.
They came together like a wild force of nature, groping and grinding, touching and fucking. And never once did they acknowledge the connection they’d temporarily lost, because the one they’d found together was more important than the dangers now awaiting them.
Chapter Twelve
One of the younger pack members rushed into the loft without making apologies. “Donella said to come get you. She says she can’t hear you and you can’t hear us. Says we’re surrounded and we need you. Says to tell you we already have some missing, some dead.”
Frank roared with anger. He grabbed hold of the young werewolf’s arm. “Slow down, boy and start over.”
When the youngster first entered, they were already dressed, but why hadn’t any of them noticed or mentioned the silence in their heads? Had they been so enchanted by the good loving that they’d forgotten their pack responsibilities?
“There’s no time. The werebears have the entire WolfDen territory under their command. Donella says we’ll have to fight as humans and gather in your cabin and use a man’s weapons. The werebears make it impossible to hear one another’s thoughts. We’re surrounded.”
Frank grabbed Carla’s arm. “Remember what I told you from the beginning. This is where your abilities will help us. Our enemies cannot penetrate your thoughts. No one will be able to tell what you’re thinking except your mates.”
“I can’t hear what she’s thinking now,” Heck said.
Frank pushed aside the instant betrayal. Heck had always been able to tap into Carla’s thoughts? And he hadn’t told them? He shook off the infuriating need to give him a whaling. “Can you tell me what she’s thinking now b
ecause I haven’t a clue?”
Heck narrowed his gaze. He stared into her eyes and shook his head. “Nothing.”
“Carla?”
Her face tightened. Her cheeks flexed. Outwardly, she looked like she was trying with all her might. Her breathing became ragged. She staggered to the left and then grabbed her head as if she were in terrible pain. “I…I can’t.”
Jock rushed to her side. He looped his arm around her waist. “Try, Carla. Keep trying!”
Her breaths became short, hollow. “I…wait.” She swallowed again and again. Wiping her forehead with her fingers, she looked at Frank straight on and said, “Donella isn’t the one I can hear.”
“Then who?”
Her gaze hopped between her mates. “It’s one of the bears.”
“That’s impossible!” Frank said.
“The werebears are bounty hunters, just like Grant said. When they’re together, they’re able to mentally block the rest of us from communicating.” She shook her head a few times. Then, she stared only at Frank. “I’m in the Alpha’s head. They’re evaluating the danger here. He knows someone can hear his thoughts. He views that as a threat. He’s trying to block me.” She winced. “Frank, is there any way he could understand what I’m thinking?”
Frank slowly shook his head, but he wasn’t entirely certain. If Carla could understand another species of shifters, what would prevent that same species from breaching their thoughts as well?
“If one of them knows she is able to hear what they’re thinking, she’ll be in danger.”
“Well no shit, Heck.” Frank grabbed hold of her hand and rushed the ladder. Throwing a blanket over her back, he kept his voice low, “Stay close, honey. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
The kid followed them out of the barn. “They’re on the ridge, Frank. Donella says they’re sloth.”
Frank stopped. “Sloth?”
“It means they’re lazy.”
“No, son. It means the bears are traveling as a group.” He peered over Carla’s head and nodded to Jock and then Heck. “Best of luck, friends.”
Before Carla could turn around, Jock and Heck phased and bolted through the barn. “Frank, no! You have to stop them!”
“They had to go, Carla.” He pulled her alongside him. “Now, let’s go. We need our guns.” Aware of the youngster at his side, he turned and added, “Hang back. Tell us if you see anything at all.”
“Yes, sir. If I see or hear anything at all, I’ll be sure to tell you and point to where you can find them. We’ll make it. Won’t we, Frank?”
“Yes, son. We’ll make it, but I need you to be very quiet until we’re locked behind the cabin doors.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll be as quiet as a field mouse and make sure we make it to the cabin without nary a bit of trouble. I’m a good lookout and I can—”
“Kid, quiet,” Carla snapped, pressing her head against Frank’s chest. “They’re coming off the ridge, Frank.”
“Just another few steps,” he said, keeping her head covered.
The battle began on the ridge and the howling superseded anything he’d ever heard before. The yowling and barking in high pitches could’ve been heard to the north or south of them. The adjoined packs were fighting for the territory they’d claimed for their own and going to war against some of the strongest beasts they’d ever imagined, let alone encountered.
* * * *
If Heck left this battle with his life, he’d never complain about the constant yapping in his head. The quiet now was unnerving. He’d often wondered what it might be like to hear nothing at all, to enjoy the serenity of the sprawling open country without dozens of voices in his head.
Now he knew and he didn’t like it a damned bit.
Several times he’d attempted to transmit messages to Carla, hoping and praying she could hear his thoughts. She’d been able to tap into a werebear’s thoughts. Surely she could focus on his.
Heck wanted her to know so much about him. He wanted to have the opportunity to sleep by her side and wake up to the morning sun and enjoy the start of a new day together. More than anything else, he wanted to talk about and plan a future, perhaps even discuss children.
He’d just rounded the natural bend near the Laramie River when a large shadow caught his attention. His first instinct was to pounce on the creature and fight to the death, but something stopped him—his love for Carla. As a bachelor, he’d lived a carefree and dangerous life. He’d never worried about tomorrow. He’d never wondered what the future held.
Now, he wanted to live until the next day and the day after. Heck had a reason to survive. Relying on his inner strength and intuition, he shifted and crawled along the grass, keeping his head low. Detecting a heavy breath between the whispering of trees and howling in the prairie, Heck called out, “We just want to talk!”
The reply came in the form of a thunderous sound. Immediately alarmed, Heck put his ear to the ground. The racket was similar to the pounding of hooves, only this noise wasn’t coming from horses. It was more like a stampede.
Awareness struck.
The bears weren’t there to negotiate. They’d come to Wolfden as bounty hunters. They were there to do a job and evidently prepared to do it well.
They were there to take in their marks. Jock and Frank were wanted dead or alive. By the noise resounding off the mountains and filling the valleys, they weren’t too interested in taking them alive.
They were there for a killing spree.
Chapter Thirteen
They battled until dawn. They’d fought the good fight, but they hadn’t won a fair war.
On the ridge, the shifters had fought as wolves. At the cabin, they’d protected their home with every last round of ammunition.
Unable to fathom what he would find outside, Frank turned to the kid and said, “You stay here with Carla. I won’t wander far. If you hear anything at all, you yelp for me.”
“Frank?” The boy cocked his head. “Do you hear that?”
“What?”
“I hear voices in my head again.”
Frank cocked his head and listened. Sure enough, the kid was right. The gibberish in his head had returned. He could hear the faint whimpers from the wounded, the bitching rage from those who were still standing, but as he rummaged through his head, he couldn’t find Jock’s or Heck’s thoughts or words.
Turning to Carla, he cupped her cheek. “They’re fine. You’d feel it if there was something wrong.”
“I hope you’re right.”
He left a gentle kiss on her lips. “I’m always right, hon.” He handed over his rifle. “If you have to use it, use the butt of a gun and strike with all your might. I’ll be back as soon as I check the ridge.”
“Be careful.”
“Always.” Frank yanked open the door and leapt backward. “What the hell!”
“Mr. Smith?” The burly fellow extended his arm and hand. “I’m Gage Reynolds.” He turned to the eight bears behind him. “These werebears are my brothers. We’re willing to call a truce. Are you?”
“Depends on the terms and conditions of the truce,” Frank said, focusing on his pack as they slowly crept up on the werebears. Before he shook the lead werebear’s hand, he held up his arm. “Stay where you are, pack.”
“If you’re serious about a truce, your brothers need to shift into their human forms.”
Gage waved his arm above his head and on by one, the men shifted from their grizzly forms to large men with long, unkempt hair and sturdy bodies. They were as ugly as a row of mud fences. “Stay inside, Carla.” He stepped out on the stoop and closed the door behind him.
Gage smirked. “We have women of our own, Frank. We ain’t here for yourn.”
“I’m not concerned with your want for my woman. She’s my mate. Her loyalty is mine to have.” At times like these, he realized why he and Jock made such a good team. Jock was a likeable sort of character. Frank, on the other hand, couldn’t help but look at these men and plot
his revenge. He needed Jock there with him so they could possibly reach an amicable close to this war the werebears had declared.
“So you’re the lone auger around here?”
“I’m one of them.” He wondered what was keeping the other one. “Other than coming here to collect your bounty, why are you here?”
“We wanted our share of the Wyoming territory. The bounty and reward money Marshal Ford offered were hard to refuse since we’d already set our sights on your land.”
“You got that part right anyhow. WolfDen is our land. We have no reason to leave.”
“After last night, we see now how much you love it. We won’t bring you further harm.”
Frank processed what the fellow was telling him. He didn’t believe him as far as he could see him. “So you just give up. Just like that?”
“That’s right.”
“Fought all night like Sam Hill was making you do it and now that’s it and that’s all. You’re done here.” Frank pondered on that about like he used to consider the pros and cons of visiting a whore house. In his youth, he frequented many a-whores. “Either my men killed most of yours or you need some time to regroup. Maybe it’s a little of both.”
“If that were the case, do you think I would’ve stopped here to shake your hand?”
“I don’t recall my hand gripping yours.”
The fellow dropped his arms to his sides. “We don’t want to fight. From what we could tell last night, you folks are good people. You didn’t want this battle here anymore than we did.”
“We didn’t go looking for it,” Frank said, wishing Jock would shake a leg and show up for this meeting sometime in the near future.
“I’m here to make amends.”
Frank scoured the land behind the werebears, acknowledging the death surrounding them. “You should’ve considered ‘making amends’ as you say, before you killed off our pack.”
“Yes, we should’ve.”
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