by Lila Dubois
Christoffer didn’t protest as he was buckled in. William caught Christoffer’s face in his hands. The boy’s anguish softened William’s anger.
“Why did you think it would be only us?” he asked softly. Had he led Christoffer on?
“She’s a stupid animal. I’m better than her. I thought I would help you train her, but that she would never be…like me. I wanted to be your Beta.”
“Beta, a pack term? Tell me, what does it mean?”
“The Beta is the Alpha’s enforcer, protector. If the Alpha wants advice, he asks the Beta, if he wants something done, the Beta does it.”
What must it be like to be caught between differing worlds of animal structure and human excess?
William met Christoffer’s gaze, then leaned in for a kiss. It was soft and wet, and something inside William cracked. So caught up in the kiss was he that he didn’t register the small hand on his side.
Christoffer screamed against William’s lips. William jerked back.
Mirela was there, having silently infiltrated their embrace. She had Christoffer’s balls in her hand and was squeezing, hard.
“Stupid animal?” Her voice was thick with tears. “I thought you were my friend. I defended you; I worried about how he treated you because I care for you. You were kind to me when I was so alone and frightened I could have died. I am a loyal friend and would have defended you to him always.”
William grabbed Mirela’s wrist, pressing his thumb between her bones to force her hand open. She didn’t budge.
“If I’d known that you did not want him to have sex with me I would not have.” Her voice was trembling with emotion. “I would have lied and told him I didn’t want it, just to make you happy. That’s how I feel about you. And you think me a stupid animal?”
She let go and William yanked her back. Christoffer’s face was white with pain.
Mirela jerked away from William. “I hate what you’ve done to us.”
William hated it too. What had become of them? He imagined he could see the lines of connection among the three of them. His feelings for Mirela, her loyalty to Christoffer, Christoffer’s love for him yet contempt for Mirela.
He needed to take a step back and sort this out, to make a new plan. But there was a problem.
Now he was jealous.
He wanted the loyalty and affection Mirela had for Christoffer.
He caught Mirela’s arms, looping his fingers through the rings on her jesses. “You are mine.”
“Yes,” she said in disgust.
“No.” He shook her. “Don’t say it like that. You want me, you said so.”
“I did.”
“Then want me again.” William feathered his lips against her cheek. He’d been hard with her yesterday, so today he would be soft. “My beautiful falcon.” He tipped her chin up and claimed her with his lips.
“Christoffer wants you.”
“And I want him, but that does not mean that I cannot, and do not, also want you.”
“He called me a stupid animal.”
“You are not a stupid animal. You are beautiful.” He kissed her neck, her cheek.
“I do not want Christoffer to hate me.”
William met Christoffer’s gaze over her head. The wolf looked away, the muscle in his jaw clenching.
“Don’t worry about him.” William cupped her breast, flicking her nipple with his thumb. She was stiff and angry at first, but under the gentle onslaught of kisses and caresses she softened. “Master?”
“I’m here, my beautiful girl. I’m here.” He released her hands and they twined around his neck.
Christoffer made a quiet sound of pain. William opened his eyes to see Christoffer pressing his face into his arm, hiding from the sight of them.
William couldn’t let that happen. He needed Christoffer.
Without stopping to analyze that damning thought, William lifted Mirela, urging her to wrap her legs around him. He could feel the heat of her sex through his riding clothes.
He carried her to Christoffer.
“Please, no,” Christoffer whispered.
Mirela started when she realized Christoffer was close and bared her teeth.
“Mirela,” William scolded. “I want him to be close to us when I have sex with you.”
“Why? He thinks I’m a stupid animal.”
William didn’t answer her. Instead he took her jesses and pressed the rings into Christoffer’s hands. “Hold her while I fuck her.”
They both started to protest, but William cut them off with a quick, “Quiet.”
He stepped back to examine them, his Hunting Pair.
Mirela’s slim beauty stood out against the backdrop of Christoffer’s golden skin. Her dark hair trailed along his chest.
“You look…beautiful like this,” William said, speaking without artifice or reservation. “My wolf, my falcon.”
Mirela had been holding herself stiffly away from Christoffer, but now she relaxed. William cupped her waist, running his hands up to her breasts. He thumbed her nipples until they pebbled.
“Tell me you want this,” William said.
Mirela’s face twisted toward Christoffer.
“No, answer me. Don’t worry about Christoffer.”
“I do want this,” she said.
“And you…” William looked over her head at Christoffer. “Tell her you want this, for her.”
Christoffer closed his eyes and William worried he’d been mistaken. When Mirela turned to Christoffer, as if to ask whether it was okay to say yes, William saw guilt on the younger man’s face. He was betting that the affection he knew Christoffer had for her would trump jealousy.
Christoffer pressed his face into her hair. “Yes, it’s okay. I know he’s not mine, I just wanted to pretend for a while.”
William captured Mirela’s nipple with his mouth, licking and sucking. He fondled her other breast with his hand, loving the feel of the firm flesh between his fingers. He lifted his head.
“More, please,” she begged.
He switched to her other breast, nibbling her nipple as he petted her sex and then dipped his fingers between her folds. She was dry, not ready yet. He pressed the lips of her sex together and rubbed his fingers in a circle, massaging.
“Mmmm, mmm—” Mirela’s pants cut off and William lifted his head to see what had happened.
Mirela’s head was tipped back, her lips pressed to Christoffer’s. William watched their tongues duel, watched their soft pink lips slide over each other.
William grabbed Mirela’s chin, breaking the kiss. Christoffer’s gaze met his. “Don’t blame her,” Christoffer said. “I kissed her.” William tipped Mirela’s head out of the way and kissed Christoffer. He kept the kiss brief, but when he pulled back Christoffer was smiling.
“Can I kiss her again?” Christoffer asked William.
Part of William wanted to say no, wanted to keep this beautiful girl he was coming to love all to himself. But another part of him took taboo pleasure in sharing her with Christoffer. Christoffer was no threat to William because, like Mirela, Christoffer belonged to him.
“Yes.”
Christoffer immediately swooped down on Mirela, nipping and sucking her neck until she turned her face to him.
William slipped his fingers down between the lips of her sex. Now she was wet. He coated his fingers in her, then rubbed them under Christoffer’s nose. Christoffer broke away from kissing Mirela long enough to suck William’s fingers clean.
“That’s you he’s tasting,” William told Mirela.
“I wish I could see you,” she whispered.
“Bad girl,” William scolded, slapping her breast lightly, “You know why you have to have the hood on.”
She moaned in pleasure at the slap and Christoffer chuckled. “She liked that. I think she might be into some darker stuff.”
“I think you’re right. Would you like that, my falcon?”
“Wh-what?”
“If I bent you ove
r my knee and paddled your bottom? Or maybe I’ll have Christoffer do it for me.”
Mirela caught her lip. “I don’t want to be whipped.”
“It’s not a whipping. A spanking would be…play.”
“Oh.”
“Can you imagine it?” Christoffer whispered into her ear. His blue eyes watched William. “I take you and bend you over my knee, hold you down if you wiggle, and then I spank you.”
“Ohh.” It was a bare breath of sound and Mirela shifted foot to foot.
William grabbed her thighs and lifted them around his waist. He grabbed her ass, holding her up even as Christoffer grunted with the effort of keeping her arms in place.
William flexed his hips, the head of his cock settling in the groove of her sex, sliding up and down to bump her clit.
“Fuck me,” she moaned, dirty words from a girl who’d been a virgin less than twenty-four hours ago.
William slid the head of his cock into her, mindful of the fact she would be sore today.
“Do you like that?” Christoffer whispered in her ear, his voice low and velvety. And though he spoke to Mirela his words washed over William. “Do you like the feel of your Master’s…our Master’s cock in you? It feels good, doesn’t it?”
William slid his cock into her in one long, smooth stroke.
“And your nipples, are they hard for him? I bet you wish he was touching them, biting them, pinching them.”
William hiked her hips up and pulled out, then thrust in again. She didn’t wince this time.
“And your lips, do they want his kiss? Or do they want to feel his cock?”
William began to thrust in earnest, fucking her with an easy rhythm. He loved the way she looked just now, her head tipped back, long tendrils of dark hair stuck to her breasts by sweat.
“Have you sucked his cock? Was it hard but oh so soft?”
Mirela’s lips were parted, her tongue darting out to lick dry lips. Each time he thrust she made a small squeaking noise. It was unbearably sexy.
“He’s fucking you now. I can see his cock fucking you. It must be torture not to be able to see him, see his big cock. It’s thick. I bet it’s stretching your pussy.”
Through it all ran Christoffer’s low-voiced dirty talk. William was far too English to talk dirty in the bedroom but he loved the way Christoffer did it. He picked up the pace of his thrusts. He needed to shift his hand so he could reach between her legs and touch her clit.
Or maybe…
William caught Christoffer’s eye and grinned. Christoffer’s face was a study of arousal. William ground his cock into Mirela, pressing her back into Christoffer. The wolf moaned in pleasure.
Capturing Mirela’s lips in a kiss, William slammed into her, grinding her back into Christoffer’s cock, which was trapped between Mirela’s ass and his own belly. William’s climax was fast approaching. He didn’t stop. He swallowed down Mirela’s cries, felt her breasts rubbing against her chest, felt her hot pussy around him. He opened his eyes, tracing a path from her jingling jesses and bound hands to her hooded face.
She was beautiful in her bondage, more accepting of what he’d done to her than he had any right to expect.
The visual stimulation was the last thing he needed to push him over the edge. He slammed into her, his hips pistoning. Both Mirela and Christoffer cried out at the force of his thrusts. William came, the orgasm beginning deep in his belly. He thrust slowly, panting, to bring himself down.
Mirela’s bells jangled discontentedly. “God, faster,” she demanded, clearly unhappy with his new pace.
He pulled out. Mirela froze. “I-I’m sorry. I did not mean to be disobedient.” Her head swiveled to the side. “Christoffer?”
“Shh,” the wolf whispered. He knew what had happened, but also seemed to somehow know that William’s finish was no accident. “Master has a plan for you.”
William smiled with satisfaction. The wolf was very clever, and coming to know William’s ways. “Mirela, if you would like to orgasm, to come, you will have to beg Christoffer for it. Christoffer, please take my falcon and clean her. Why don’t you shave her too?”
Christoffer trembled at the order to wash and shave Mirela—an order from his Alpha. The falcon was precious to the Alpha, washing her was a task that would be trusted to none but the Beta.
Christoffer was nearly exhausted from the emotions he’d been through in the past hours—from anger and betrayal to grief and guilt at how he’d hurt Mirela.
He dropped Mirela’s jesses and she pulled her arms into her chest. William undid his bindings. Christoffer caught William looking at his cock, which was dripping with pre-cum. He had a brief fantasy that William would whisk him away and make love to him as he had last night, but William only motioned for him to take control of Mirela.
Christoffer took her hand with his left, right hand on her back, and led her out of her room into the shared sitting room beyond, then into the bathroom. He was glad she couldn’t see him because he felt flush with shame.
He’d been awful to her—calling her a stupid animal. Yes, she could be annoying, but she was suffering under a much stricter regime than he had. Hadn’t he just attacked William? Yet he wasn’t being punished the way she was.
Christoffer guided Mirela into the tub, then took off the jesses on her ankles. Putting the plug in, he began filling it with warm water. He wasn’t exactly sure how he should do this, since it wouldn’t be good to get the leather mask wet, but her hair needed to be washed.
“Christoffer?”
“I’m here, just looking for stuff.” He hit the jackpot under the sink. There was a neatly displayed basket of girly-looking bath products—probably meant for show only, but he was going to use them.
“Do you really think I’m…stupid?”
Her question startled him so much he banged his head into the underside of the cabinet. “Ouch. No, I didn’t mean that. I was angry.”
“But is it maybe true?”
“No, you’re not stupid. Why do you think that?”
“Because he does treat me like an animal.” Mirela shook her wrists, setting the bells jangling.
“No, he treats you like a prized falcon, which you are.”
“But he treats you like a person.”
Christoffer’s heart ached for her. “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t tell him,” she whispered, “because it will make him angry with me, but I want to kill myself.”
“Mirela, why?” Dropping the bath supplies by the tub, Christoffer turned off the taps and eased her down into a sitting position. Her hair floated on top of the water like ribbons of oil.
“I have never gone so long without flying. My body feels heavy and dead. I am all alone in here.” She touched her mask. “My mind feels tired, and it’s better that way. I don’t have to think, all I do is obey him. I eat when he wants, drinks when he wants. I wait for him whenever he’s not there. If I let myself think I’d be mad by now.”
Christoffer braced his arms on the side of the tub, wrists dangling. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t stop to imagine what it must be like. It all seemed rather sexy and exciting when it happened.”
“I like the sex. When he was touching me I wasn’t sad. But then he left and I was all alone in the dark. And he doesn’t talk to me, not the way you do. All he wants is to order me about and call me his falcon.” She grimaced.
Well, this is a huge clusterfuck.
Christoffer had seen the way William looked at her, with longing and satisfaction. Seeing that look as William pumped into her had nearly reignited Christoffer’s anger. But now it looked as if any feeling between William and Mirela was very one-sided.
Christoffer loved William, who wanted him but didn’t love him. William wanted, and maybe loved, Mirela, who wanted and obeyed him, but didn’t have feelings for him.
Mirela laid her head against Christoffer’s forearm.
And Mirela had feelings for him.
“Oh hell,” he said, lifting her h
ead. He awkwardly positioned his hand under her neck and tipped her head back to wet her hair. Once she figured out what he was doing, Mirela took over.
Christoffer tapped some shampoo into her palm. “We’re in trouble.”
She froze. “Because I didn’t beg for sex? I’ll beg if I need to. I just wanted someone to talk to.”
“No, we’re not in that kind of trouble. Sorry to scare you. I didn’t really mean trouble. I just mean the situation is…messy.”
“Messy. Yes, it is. Did you enjoy it when you had sex with him?”
Christoffer waited until she’d rinsed her hair before giving her some conditioner and answering. “Is it weird for you to talk about it?”
“Should it be? I mean, we’re not like normal people who marry and have children, are we? We’re a different kind of people, and we belong to him anyway.”
Here he was, the well-sexed, well-traveled man having a recent virgin tell him how to handle his non-standard sex life.
“You’re very smart, Mirela.”
She smiled. God, she was beautiful. “Thank you.”
The water seemed too soapy, so he helped her stand up and then pulled the plug. He lifted the shower head down and rinsed out her hair, getting water everywhere in the process. When the tub was full again he grabbed a razor and looked at her legs dubiously. He knew William hadn’t been talking about her legs, but they needed to be shaved.
“Do you think you can shave your legs yourself?”
“Yes, but won’t he be mad?”
“Uh, no. I’ll explain when you’re done.”
He used some of his own shaving foam, smoothing it over her legs for her, then settled against the wall to watch. Mirela stroked the razor over her legs, movements slow and gentle, being very careful since she couldn’t see. Christoffer’s cock started to harden. He rubbed it, mindful of his balls, which still ached from her grip. He had no idea watching a woman shave her legs would be so sexy.
“So what’s it like out there?”
“You mean the grounds?”
“Yes, what sort of land is it? I saw the trees at the front. Are there trees in the back? Meadows?”
“There’s a large lawn, and formal gardens with flowers on the side. There’s forest behind that. Part of the forest is fenced off, and there’s a herd of deer living inside the forest…”
