Mackenzie McKade

by Black Widow (lit)

  The first to break through was the scent of male musk. Dream, she rationalized. Tammy slept alone. What she would give for it to be real. She’d turn over and slowly licked her way across the man’s body, every succulent inch. A tightening fluttered in her belly. A moan parted her lips as the ache in her stomach grew. Need made a lousy bed partner and so did hunger. When was the last time she ate? With the thought, something clawed at her insides. A craving rose so quickly she groaned.

  Chocolate? No.

  Meat? Her mouth began to water.

  Blood? The pain inside her sharpened.

  Okay. Now that’s odd, she thought even as visions of her body entwined with two strange men popped in her head. Now this was a dream made in heaven. Not one, but two men. Yummy. The warm smell of the heater kicking on dissolved the image. Her eyes open on a sigh. She blinked once, twice, and then again.

  A cry of distress stung Tammy’s throat. This wasn’t her room. Panic rose swiftly engulfing her like a wave pulling her under. For the love of God, she was naked and bound.

  She jerked her head up as she fought her bindings. The shuffling of feet drew her attention across the room. She wasn’t alone. Fear washed over her a second time. At the same time her senses jumped like live-wires striking different polar ends. A million questions assailed her. The most acute—how was she going to escape?

  The men seemed unaware of her existence as they argued. Testosterone rolled off them in sheets. For some unknown reason their fervent scent made every nerve ending inside her come alive, heating her body like a furnace. She had to taste them, feel them against her skin and between her thighs, now.

  Tammy tensed. What was wrong with her? She should be concerned for her life, not fantasizing about fucking her kidnappers. But try as she did, she couldn’t erase the need that screamed to be fed.

  In her sexual frenzy, Tammy thought she heard the auburn-haired man say something about letting her die. Her breath caught. Panic took hold once more. Quietly but firmly she pulled against her bonds. When she heard the dark-haired man call her an abomination it was like cold water dousing a fire. She went rigid with anger that quenched her arousal but did nothing for the hunger gnawing in her belly.

  “Release me now,” she growled, low and menacing. The tempered voice was not her own. Just as fast as her anger had risen memories flashed, snatching her breath away.

  A wolf. The attack. She remembered the pain, the fight—dying. A kaleidoscope of scenes continued, making love to two men, a wolf, then blood—the men’s blood. God it had tasted so good.

  Her stomach pitched. For a moment she thought she would vomit. Instead acid rolled like an angry sea causing a burn to develop in her chest and throat. A whimper squeezed from her parted lips.

  When both men’s stares scanned across her skin, her mind froze, but her body responded. Her nipples drew tight. An ache developed between her thighs, the result a flood of desire she couldn’t control.

  Mixed emotions assailed her. Her immediate reaction was to free herself, run and hide. At the same time she wanted them next to her, to feel their strong hands roam her body, to feel their cocks buried inside her, and to taste them upon her tongue. The hunger was so great her spasms ignited a chain reaction that overtook her. She groaned, a raspy sound, washing away the mental conflict. Here one moment and gone the next, she felt the muscles in her body relax. Some freaky-ass thing was going on inside her—she didn’t feel right, and then a noise like a kitten’s purr slid off her tongue.

  Her fingers splayed wide, her wrists held firmly by the manacles. “Venez à moi.” Come to me? She mentally translated the words as she spoke them. Her French lessons were paying off. Yet the sexy voice belonged to someone else. She should have been frightened, but for some reason wasn’t.

  Almost as if he were in a trance, the buff man in jeans took a step toward her. His face was absent of all expression. As he drew closer excitement filtered through her. She shuttered her eyelids. “Venez à moi, mon prince.” My prince. She liked how it rolled off her tongue. French was a beautiful language.

  Her breasts filled with need, heavy and ripe. She couldn’t wait for the moment of contact. She craved him like she had craved no other’s touch. Thick eyelashes swept her cheekbones. Her body undulated, her hips swaying, invitingly.

  What is happening to me? But the thought didn’t linger longer than a heartbeat. She wanted this man and his friend.

  A shiver of need made her next purr staccato, distinct breaks, so it came out an alluring mating call. Heat flared across both men’s faces. The man in black didn’t move, but the other one stepped closer, as if he couldn’t resist.

  Tammy’s back arched as teasing rays of her arousal shuddered through her body. Rattling chains stopped her from reaching out, seeking her pleasure.

  “Lanier, I wouldn’t get any closer,” warned the tall, lean man. “She’s hard to resist. I know.” He reached down and cupped his erection.

  Still the auburn-haired man called Lanier stepped nearer—

  If her hands were free she could have touched and savored him. “Are you afraid of me?” Her mouth drew into a pout. She tilted her head from left to right needing to be free of the collar around her neck. “All I want to do is play. Won’t you please release me? I promise you won’t regret it.”

  Where this teasing, sexual woman came from Tammy had no idea. All she knew was that she needed to satisfy the lustful ache in her body. Not to mention, she was hungry. She cocked her head, listening to each stranger’s heartbeat. Healthy and strong.

  Her fingers splayed, curling as if to emphasize her long fingernails. “But I can’t touch you,” she whimpered. “And I want to touch you both so badly.” Her hips swayed side to side enticingly.

  Again, Tammy’s breath caught. Sanity briefly surfaced once more as she wondered what was happening to her. This wasn’t like her—not that she hadn’t secretly wanted to be seductive and charming. Looks? Yeah, she had them, but experience—zip.

  Tammy wasn’t promiscuous, just the opposite. Yet her body felt more in control than her mind. She desired these men more than anything she’d ever wanted.

  “Kiss me.” Her voice was a plea.

  Lanier appeared caught in her web. His pupils were dilated as he stepped close enough she could feel his masculine heat. It warmed her blood like a fire was set beneath her. She couldn’t wait to feel his embrace, the caress of his hands against her flesh. Couldn’t wait for the moment his cock parted her folds and filled her.

  Suddenly a spasm clenched her belly and threw her body into convulsions. Pain splintered in all directions as a drawing sensation like a knot being pulled tighter and tighter twisted inside her.

  A sharp, breathy cry pushed from her mouth. “It hurts. Oh God, it hurts.” She jerked against her bindings, the metal biting into her wrists and ankles, as a fiery burn raced through her body.

  She couldn’t quiet the involuntary muscular contractions pulling and pushing on her insides, threatening to rip her in two. She squeezed and released her vaginal muscles, attempting to lessen the throb between her thighs. But it did no good.

  “Shit,” Lanier cried as he ran to her.

  The minute his hands touched her waist the pain inside Tammy eased, but not entirely. She brushed against his body as he folded his frame around her.

  The rapid pulse in his neck called to her. Her mouth salivated. But it was the bulge pressing into her belly that made her cry out. “Please help me.”

  Donne glanced at Lanier.

  “Her needs are sexual. It happens to all the young wolves as they come of age. Her transformation must have thrown her into a heat,” Lanier said.

  Heat? The thought disappeared as her stomach growled and the sound of Lanier’s blood flowing through his veins became a symphony in her ears. She could hear the swish of his life essence as the chambers of his heart opened and closed. His breathing seemed to melt into hers, almost as if they were becoming one.

  Donne’s eyes widened. “Are
you telling me she needs to be bred—fucked?”

  Lanier held her firmly against his body.

  Blood. Tammy sucked in a breath, fighting to think of something other than sinking her teeth into the vein pulsing in his neck.

  “Fucked.” He watched her guardedly. “And thanks to you, fed.”

  “Oui— Please—” Tammy purred, rubbing her body against his. Each caress stoked the flame of desire flickering across her flesh with pleasure /pain tingles. “Fuck me. Both of you.” A moment of sanity peeked through the cloud of lust fogging her senses. A battle warred in her mind. Yes, her body wanted both men buried inside her, pounding into her with a ferocity that bordered on madness, while her head cried out in defiance. This couldn’t be happening.

  The men’s expressions went blank. Their glances snapped to one another.

  Donne cocked a brow. “Share her—with you?”

  Lanier began stripping his clothes off. “If her needs aren’t met immediately— Well, let’s just say you already know what she’s capable of.”

  Buttons popped as he ripped his shirt off, displaying a sculptured chest, lightly covered in auburn hair. Her palms itched to touch him, caress the trail of hair that disappeared beneath his jeans. He was working on the button of his pants when Donne slipped off his silk shirt.

  Lanier’s broad chest rose and fell as he sucked in a breath. His eyes glistening pools of gold that made every one of her nerve endings cry out. His voice thickened. “There’s nothing as persuasive as a young wolf in heat. I believe your men discovered this earlier. Look at the way she tosses her hair; the poutiness in her lips, the slow dip of her eyelashes, and the sexy arch of her body—all serve as an enticement to lure a mate into her arms.” Each of his words only drove her need higher. The ache in her belly clenched to make her push closer to him.

  Where Lanier was bronze and bulky with muscle, Donne was less tawny, lean like a runner. Each man so different—

  Tammy’s burning need and the sight of the half-naked men sent her into meltdown. Moisture dampened her thighs. An unmerciful tightness formed in each of her nipples. She ached from head to toes as she pulled at her bindings.

  “Even restrained, her sensuality is overpowering. Smell the release of her sweet pheromones? They call to your inner beast to be released.” A hoarse growl rumbled in Lanier’s throat. “A female wolf caters to her man’s desires—she is insatiable. There isn’t anything she wouldn’t do to quench the craving churning inside her.”

  He had that right. They weren’t moving fast enough to extinguish the burn racing through her body. Tammy squeezed her eyelids together as the whisper of zippers falling made her insides shiver. As the next slice of pain tore through her, she threw back her head and screamed.

  Masculine cologne mingling with pine and earth surrounded her like an embrace. Another male scent, spicy, closed in on her from behind. Yet, it was the firmness between her thighs moving hard and fast, parting and entering her pussy with one thrust that quieted her raging desire. It was magical—heavenly. When her eyes opened she stared into eyes hot with desire.

  “What’s your name?” His smile was gentle, but the edges of his lips tensed.

  “Tammy,” she answered weakly, moving against him to feel his thickness fill her completely. Each penetrating stroke helped to ease the pang that made her tremble and release a sigh.

  “That’s it, breathe,” Lanier coaxed as he withdrew his cock and slammed into her again, striking her cervix to send tremors throughout her body. “I’m Roark Lanier.”

  “More,” she groaned as someone’s fingers stroked her labia. They weren’t Roark’s fingers because his were digging into her hips.

  “Careful, Donne,” he growled. His eyes simmered even more, but this time not from desire.

  “Pardonnez-moi.” the man behind her chuckled. “I must prepare her for my entry.”

  “Just watch where you stroke, buddy.” The heaviness in Lanier’s tone leaked his subtle warning.

  “Of course, but I thought your kind was bisexual.” Another growl from Roark made the man behind her laugh again. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Tamanen.” He pronounced her name with a sexual French accent. “Marcellus Donne at your service.” Marcellus must have deliberately caressed Roark’s cock again, because he released a low, menacing growl.

  The pressure against her ass as Marcellus spooned her back should have been disconcerting, but it wasn’t. Instead she found herself leaning backward and gasping as a single finger penetrated her virgin entrance. There was an immediate sting, a burning sensation overridden by the fullness of Roark in front of her, heightening her arousal so that another wave of moisture released from her body.

  Again, Marcellus brushed his fingers across each side of her slit, eliciting a growl from Roark. “My pet, you are so wet.” Marcellus’s words hummed in her ear. Two fingers slid between her ass cheeks, filling her.

  She flinched. Her breaths were short, fast pants. Her body a flame raging into a fire as a wave of heat surged across her skin. The tightness—the pang in her entrance began to accede with each careful thrust. When Marcellus replaced his fingers with his erection and slowly began to enter her, Tammy tensed.

  Her face must have shown discomfort as Roark whispered, “Relax. Let us take care of you.” He cupped her cheeks, tenderly pressing his lips to hers. “Let us take you to paradise.”

  “It will hurt less if you push as I enter you,” Marcellus instructed as he slowly penetrated her ass. “You are so tight.”

  And it hurt so good.

  Tammy released the air in her lungs as Marcellus pushed past the first tight ring of muscle. Stars burst behind her eyes. Roark captured her mouth in a kiss so demanding it took her breath away, erasing the stars behind her eyelids. He didn’t give her time to think of the sharp pain as his tongue mimicked the movement of his body. But it was the fullness of two cocks buried deep inside her body, moving in unison, that threw her over the edge of sanity and into the hottest mind-blowing orgasm she had ever experienced.

  Her climax was an explosion of hot and cold rushing through her veins at the same time. In rapid succession every muscle in her body clenched and released. Her groan echoed in Lanier’s mouth as his tongue continued to duel with hers.

  With a pop, the suction between their mouths broke. Roark’s nostrils flared. “Mine,” he growled, sending chills up her spine.

  Sandwiched between two men was something she had dreamed of, even fantasized about, but this was so much better. They both slammed into her at once, rattling the chains and driving her higher up the scale of sensation to ignite another orgasm that forced her mouth open with a cry of ecstasy.

  The next thing she realized, her teeth were piercing Roark’s throat. The first taste was an aphrodisiac, balmy and savory. Even the metallic scent filling her senses was arousing.

  “Fuck. That’s unbelievable,” he moaned, arching his neck to give her better access. She closed her lips around his skin and sucked. Rich blood filled her mouth and trickled down her throat. It was heaven—it was life’s nectar. It was hell. She had no idea what she was doing—instincts drove her.

  Roark’s fingers dug deeper into her hips, grinding their bodies together as his warm seed shot to the back of her pussy.

  Unexpected pain lanced Tammy’s neck just below the leather collar, but faded quickly into a sultry heat. A rush of rapture filled her with such intensity she clamped down harder on Roark’s throat and sucked.

  He moaned, as if the sound was pushed from the very depths of his soul.

  The sensual sensation against her neck ended abruptly, leaving her bereaved for Marcellus’s touch. But it didn’t stop her impending orgasm. Her body was a rage of emotions. Like a drug straight through her blood stream it hit, burning with a delicious fervor that sent her mind soaring. Even when Marcellus said, “Release him, Tamanen,” she knew she couldn’t stop—not now. She wanted more.

  Two fingertips pressed hard into one of her carotid arteries reversed t
he erotic high to send her plummeting downward. It was like falling down an elevator shaft with no hopes of stopping. A wave of nausea struck hard. Then everything went black.

  Chapter Four

  Roark stumbled back, weakened by the blood loss, but more sated than ever before. He felt intoxicated. The roar of the ocean rolling over a sandy beach and then back out to sea filled his head. His hand rose to his neck cupping Tammy’s mark, a bite that had nearly robbed him of life.

  As with Donne’s signature on her neck, the two pinpricks on Roark’s neck had not closed and disappeared like he had seen happen when vampires fed. Instead the area continued to throb with shooting rays of sensation that made his body burn. He felt himself drawn back to her side. His cock stiffened, hungry for more.