Thrown to the Wolves (A Black Treaty Novel Book 1)

by Pixie Unger

It was definitely a two hands job, but eventually, Mac got the laces loosened. Sarah fumbled with the front, so he helped with that too. As the corset fell away, she sighed and scratched her sides. Mac knelt to remove her boots. Once they were off, Sarah stood up and unzipped her skirt. Mac ran to the bathroom and turned on the hot water. He was back in time to watch her wiggle out of the skirt.

  He sighed.

  She looked over her shoulder at him.

  “Want you.” He said quietly.

  Sarah nodded. He was on her in an instant, kissing her lips, hands fumbling with the buttons on her shirt, licking her neck and chest as he peeled her out of her clothes. He fell to his knees and licked her navel and he pulled down the tights for her to step out of them.

  Then he scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom.

  “Wha?” she gasped.

  “It took me awhile to understand what you meant when you said you wanted me to seduce you. But I think I do.” He lowered her gently into the bathtub. “It doesn’t have anything to do with being submissive. You want to know that I desire you. That I care for you. So I will. I am going to wash your hair and massage your scalp, then I am going to take you back to bed and rub your back.”

  Sarah looked at him. She could smell his lust. He was offering her this anyway. She nodded and ducked her head under the bath water for a moment. Mac’s hands were careful as he shampooed her hair. He used the suds to massage her shoulders before she rinsed. He wasn’t expecting the conditioner, but he rallied quickly.

  Once she was done with her bath, Sarah pulled the plug with her toes and stood up. Mac wrapped her in a towel and carried her to the bed. He toweled off her hair and brushed out the tangles. “Do you have a hair tie?” he asked. Sarah pointed wordlessly to one of the jars on her vanity. There was a collection of elastics. Mac chose two and went back to the bed. It had been a while, but he mostly remembered how to do this. Two braids. They weren’t as tidy as he would have liked, but she was looking at him in wonder. He cleared his throat. “I had a baby sister.”

  Chapter 20

  November 8th

  Sarah smiled at Mac. Then she leaned forward and kissed his mouth. He reached inside her towel and cupped her breast. When he thumbed her nipple she gasped and pulled away. He stopped and waited to see what she was going to do next.

  She pulled off his shirt. Mac suddenly wished they were doing this in the dark of night. She was staring. He sighed and pulled away. “It’s OK. I know I’m not pretty. You don’t have to -” the rest of the sentence was cut off as she captured his mouth again. She kissed his neck, then licked the claw marks across his chest.

  “Want you.” This time it was Sarah growling, the smell of her musk flooding the room. She pressed her forehead to his and tried to undo his belt with one hand.

  Mac took over with that. “Tell me what you want.”

  Sarah hesitated. “I’m not into begging or humiliation. On either side. After I cum, I want you to change first so I can touch you before…” she trailed off.

  “Before we figure out what happens next?” Mac suggested. Sarah nodded. “It’s OK,” he added, “Craig warned us that you weren’t looking to be mounted.”

  Sarah snorted. “I might be. I’m not willing to commit in either direction just now. Can we just see how this goes?”

  Mac nodded carefully as his pants hit the floor. Sarah sat up on her knees and reached up to kiss him, coiling her arms around his neck and pulling him back into bed. “If I cum in you,” he said, “I can’t leave or change until my knot goes down.”

  A new wave of lust flooded off of Sarah. “If you are expecting me to be disappointed by post coital cuddles, you are mistaken.” She ran a hand down his body giving his cock a lazy tug.

  Mac shook his head. With her hands and mouth all over him, all he could manage was, “We have to make sure one of us is holding the base of my cock so I don’t push in too far. I’m not sure what would happen if you came down first, all the way human shaped and tied to a combat form Luper.”

  Sarah shrugged, “Ok. So we just make sure that doesn’t happen.” She firmly grabbed the base of his dick.

  Mac whined. “Wanna taste you. Could smell you on everyone. Wanted so bad. Not invited.”

  Sarah nodded. Mac eased her onto her back and licked his way down her body. When he got to the soft tuft between her legs he paused to hook her knees over his shoulders and just breathe in her smell. He looked up and made eye contact as he dropped and ran his tongue over her folds. Sarah’s breath caught in her throat.

  Mac grunted happily. She tasted like pure lust. He had missed out on last week’s treats. Maybe if he was good she would let him go first next time. He put his hands under her ass and tipped up her hips for better access. Earthy. Warm. Slightly sweet and very, very wet.

  He bumped and rubbed against her clit with his nose as he lapped at her. Sarah’s hands were ghosting over his head. He grinned into her cunt.

  “Fingers?” she whispered. It was part suggestion, part demand. Mac did as he was told. Spearing two into her as he licked up to her clit before giving it a gentle suck. She hissed, then mewled in pleasure. Instead of thrusting in and out, Mac twisted his wrist and curled his fingers. Sarah was reduced to incoherent noises by now.

  He had been expecting the full body shudder as she came, but the way her body squeezed and pulsed around his fingers almost forced him to shift along with her. He concentrated on licking her and not coming himself. She groaned and made little gasping whimpers.

  Mac withdrew his fingers.

  “No!” she whined.

  He froze. Then climbed up her body so he could see her face more clearly. “Need me to stop?”

  She shook her head.

  Mac smiled. “Can I change now?”

  *nod nod nod*

  She grabbed his cock as he shifted and he almost spilled right there. Mac leaned in and sniffed her hair, then rubbed his head and cheek against her face and neck, marking her with his scent. He reached down and carefully uncoiled her fingers. Then he once again went back to lapping at her folds. She twitched and shook, her cunt clenching at nothing.

  Suddenly, Sarah was grabbing his ears and pulling him up. She ran fingers over his snout and rolled him on to his back. She straddled him and caressed his chest, running her fingers carefully through his fur. Mac reached down and held himself tightly. Sarah slid back so she was sitting on his thighs and carefully peeled his talons off of his dick. She took hold of the base and guided it into her as she sank down onto him.

  There was a long sigh from both of them as they each adjusted to the newness of this. Then Sarah took Mac’s hands and used them as leverage as she started to move. Their fingers interlaced, it was much more of a rock than a thrust. Mac concentrated on not bucking up into her.

  He closed his eyes and threw his head back, exposing his throat and his belly to his Ulfurinn. Sarah made a possessive little growl and rocked harder, taking him all the way into her. Mac’s eyes went wide and he tried to pull his hands out of hers as his body shuddered and came. As his knot started to swell, Sarah let go of his hands and slid her fingers between them. They fluttered over her clit and the base of his cock and her whole body clenched down on him.

  Mac threw back his head and howled.

  Sarah laughed and slowed her fingers. His knot was rising slowly enough that the stretch was working her open. It felt amazing. She fingered herself to completion again and as she clenched and fluttered, she swore she could feel him gush into her again.

  And again.

  And again, until trembling all over Mac shuddered to a halt and fell unconscious. His body shifted back to human, his flaccid cock slipping out of her with a splash. Sarah climbed up his body and rested her head on his shoulder.

  Her second to last thought, before falling asleep herself was. “Holy shit! I can’t wait to do that again.”

  Her last thought (as she heard the retreating footsteps) was, “Thank god, Marv finally learned to respect the clo
sed door.”

  Chapter 21

  Mac isn’t sure how much time he lost, but he woke to her nuzzling his neck still on top of him. “You promised post coital cuddles,” she teased.

  “So I did,” he mumbled as he started to rub her back. “You OK?” He felt rather than saw her nod against his chest. She inched up his body to kiss his mouth, leaving a sticky trail on his abdomen. Still not opening his eyes, he reached down below her and wiped at it, then absentmindedly sucked his fingers clean. She made a little gasp. Now he opened his eyes. “Still OK?” he asked worriedly.

  She sat up and gushed a little more on him. “Sorry,” she mumbled and went to slide off of him.

  Mac whined and caught her hips for a moment before he could stop himself. She immediately froze, he dropped his hands by his sides. “I shouldn’t have done that. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

  “I’m making a mess.”

  “I helped.” It came out sounding deeply affronted.

  She laughed. “Yeah. You did.” She leaned forward and nipped at his lips. “Marv was listening at the door,” she grumbled.

  Mac yawned, “Not just Marv.”

  “How many do you think?”

  He shrugged. “All of them. What if you needed help?”

  Sarah laughed. “What if you needed help?”

  “Yeah?” He was pretty sure she hadn’t meant it like that but the idea of his pack helping make her cum, holding her tight and licking her afterwards was enough to make his heartbeat speed up. His face was doing something to make her startled. He tried to stop it.

  “Your eyes got all dark there.” She mused. Mac shrugged. “Do I want to know?” she asked.

  “Thinking about how much Gus would like to be here, right now, licking you clean.”

  Sarah snorted, “Not sure Gus would be that enthusiastic about licking your spunk off my thighs.”

  There was a coughing fit from out in the hallway. Then Craig called out, “Wanna bet?”

  Sarah groaned and hid her face in Mac’s neck. It felt warmer than the rest of her. Mac rubbed her back, “You are making her uncomfortable, Craig!” he shouted in reply.

  There was a long moment of silence. Then:

  “Sorry, Sarah!”

  Now she started laughing. She realized something and started to laugh harder.

  “What?” Mac asked.

  “It only spurts when I laugh.”

  Mac joined in. So did the unseen audience in the hallway, but they were at least trying to be quiet about it.

  She once again, started to ease herself off of Mac, wincing slightly as she did. The puddle on his belly button was streaked with pink and her body felt a little … raw. She wanted to go get cleaned up, but her legs were still shaking a little. It wasn’t nearly as graceful as she would have liked as she flopped over next to Mac.

  “Did I hurt you?” he asked, feeling worried.

  She shook her head. “I’m a little… out of practice.” She thought for a moment, then said quietly, “Do you think the peanut gallery could bring in some warm wash clothes and something to drink?” When she looked over at Mac, he was licking his fingers again. She frowned.

  “What? Tastes different after you change. You are delicious.”

  Sarah wiped a careful finger over Mac’s washboard abs and tasted it carefully. It wasn’t bad, but - “All yours, dude. Unless you want to share with Gus,” she joked.

  “Oy! Gus! You gotta taste this!”

  Sarah covered her face with her hands, then pulled the pillow over her head as Gus came in. She didn’t see that he froze as soon as she did. “Sarah?” Gus said quietly, “You need me to leave, lass?”

  She peeked out from under the pillow at him. “I’m not entirely used to the idea that privacy is a thing of the past, yet.” Gus looked so disappointed that she blushed. “OK, fine.” The smile dawning on his face was like watching the sun rise. Still, she was nervous about this, so he snuck up on Mac’s side of the bed and licked Mac’s belly. He groaned with pleasure then kissed Mac full on the lips. Mac sat up a little and cupped the back of Gus’ head and opened his mouth into the kiss.

  Sarah made a little subvocal whine. They both turned to look at her. Mac’s stomach growled. He cleared his throat. “If you let Gus take over with the post coital cuddles, I could go get wash clothes and snacks.” She closed her eyes and lay back, facing the ceiling, blushing about as hard as she possibly could. For a long moment, no one moved.

  Then she nodded. Mac kissed her temple, then climbed out of bed. Gus stripped off his jeans, they fell to the floor with a crash, helped by a back pocket full of keys and his belt buckle. He slid into Mac’s spot. Sarah looked at him for a moment, then awkwardly laid her head on his shoulder.

  Gus put his arm around her. “Don’t you worry, I’ll keep you warm ‘til he gets back.”

  “I’m sure you will,” Sarah said wryly.

  Gus ran his hand lightly over Sarah’s back, tracing patterns only he could see. It felt… nice. She found herself closing her eyes and just relaxing into it. She wrapped her arm across his chest and pressed her palm over his heart. After a moment, she made a little grunt in frustration and snaked her hand under his t-shirt to the same position against his skin.

  Gus was pretty sure his heart rate jumped at the contact.

  “Is this OK?” she asked.

  Gus licked his lips and tried to think of what to say, but there was a lump in his throat so he had to settle for just nodding. She looked up at him. “Are you OK?”

  Gus swallowed. “Just happy to be here,” was all he could think to say.

  Sarah considered this in silence for a moment, then hugged him a little tighter, snuggled in a little closer and said, “Me too.” She thought for a moment. “I… I think maybe I might love him, Gus.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah… I mean… maybe… I enjoy him. We have fun together. He took me to a pub and bought me a burger and Guinness, then we went to an arcade and he taught me how to play pinball. It was the best date I’ve been on… Well, until I broke my hand.”

  “How’s that feeling?”

  “Surprisingly good.”

  “If you tell me what happened, we won’t have to grill the kid over it.”

  “No. And you leave him alone. I asked him not to tell you, don’t go making that hard on him.”

  Gus tensed. He knew he either needed to drop this, or it would start a fight that would get him kicked out of bed. There was a big conflict between never wanting to leave her side again, ever, and wanting to know who had hurt her so he could track them down and rip out their spleen. Mind you, technically, the spleen ripping was Marv’s job. Gus relaxed. “OK.”

  “OK?” Sarah asked in disbelief.

  “Yeah. OK. If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s OK. If you change your mind about that later, that’s OK too.”

  “Huh,” Sarah said thoughtfully. “Thank you, Gus.”

  “You’re welcome.” He rubbed her back some more.

  Chapter 22

  November 8th

  Marv hadn’t opened the shop that day. He sent Sean down to hang a sign: Closed - Gone Fishing. He usually saved that for when they were hunting in the woods. If he mentioned a family emergency, well, the town was small enough that everyone would be calling to find out what happened.

  He didn’t know what happened.

  Mac wasn’t talking. Robert wasn’t answering his calls. Marv thought that must mean whatever had happened, it was on the other pack’s turf and they were taking care of it. Still, it was upsetting that he was being left out of the loop. Sarah hadn’t been up to eating much breakfast, but Mac had certainly packed it away. She wasn’t afraid of the boy, so that was a good sign.

  Marv finished putting together a plate of sandwiches and some apple slices and carrot slices. Girl had a thing for toasted pumpernickel, goat cheese and strawberry jam sandwiches. Which still wasn’t as weird as her not liking bacon. Didn’t matter what he thought of
the snack, though, it only mattered if she would eat it. He thought for a moment, then made Mac a PB&J on white sandwich slice as well. He was on his way to the stairs when Mac streaked past him going the other way. Marv turned to follow him.

  “What are you doing, boy?”

  “Gonna get some warm water and some wash clothes. Was gonna get her a snack too, but looks like you got that covered.”

  “You left her alone up there?”

  “Nah, swapped in Gus. She’s good.” Marv just grunted at that. Mac had put the kettle on. “Send down Craig, will ya? He can make tea.”

  “Gus should be making tea, he’s better at it.”

  Mac shrugged, “She likes that herbal crap. It tastes like ditchwater no matter what. He can’t mess that up.”

  Marv grumbled and headed up stairs. He got to the doors and froze. Marv looked at Craig, “Can you go help Mac in the kitchen?” Craig nodded and left. Marv listened at the doors for a moment. There didn’t seem to be anything exciting going on in there. He cleared his throat. “Uh… Sarah? I brought you a sandwich. Can I come in?”

  Sarah called out, “Sure! Thanks for asking first!” Gus laughed. Sean helped Marv open the door. When Marv opened the door, Sarah was sitting up in bed smelling like Mac but wearing Gus’ shirt. He fought back the instinct that she should be his not theirs. Marv knew that wasn’t how this worked. He had some making up to do.

  He handed her the sandwich and hoped it would be an OK place to start.

  “Thank you.” Sarah said. “What time is it?” she asked, taking a bite. She made a happy little moan around her mouthful then used a finger to scoop up the jam that ran down her chin. She chewed for a moment then swallowed and sucked the jam off her finger.

  Marv swallowed.

  Gus grinned at him, “About eleven.”

  “Mmmm… This is delicious! Thank you Marv.”

  Marv had to swallow again before he could answer. “You’re welcome.”

  Craig came in with a tea tray and set it over Sarah’s lap, then he moved the teapot to the drop leaf table that hadn’t made it out of her room yet. He poured cups of tea for everyone. Sarah grinned at him. “I could get used to breakfast in bed.”