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

by Pixie Unger

  Craig laughed, “Don’t go making a habit of breaking bones just to get me to make you tea, OK?”

  “Turn up with tea more often and I won’t have to.” Sarah teased.

  Marv cleared his throat. “How’d you end up with a broken hand, anyway?”

  Sarah narrowed her eyes. “That’s my problem.”

  “NO.” Marv was loud, but projecting frustration but not anger. “No. You are part of my pack, it’s MY problem.”

  “I dealt with it. It won’t happen again.”

  Mac snorted from the doorway. He was holding a bowl of ice cream. “We missed dessert.”

  Sarah smiled lazily at him. “So we did.”

  Gus took that as his queue to leave. He and Craig didn’t quite drag Marv out, but it was close.

  ----

  Marv ended up going into the shop to do paperwork. His Ufurinn was hurt when she left his space without him. That was a lot of guilt to carry. She was also inside the house fucking Mac’s brains out. Just knowing that was putting all kinds of pictures in his head. He was just increasingly grumpy. When he couldn’t hide in the shop anymore, he pretty much stomped all the way back to the house.

  Gus put his hand on his alpha’s arm on the threshold. “Marv, you gotta get it together. You can’t go scaring her off now.”

  Marv pushed Gus off and headed into the house.

  Which smelled amazing. They found Sarah and Mac laughing and making pizza in the kitchen. Sarah grinned at the pack when they came in. “I have found new recipes to test out on you!”

  Craig smiled back at her, “Smells good!”

  “Yeah! I don’t know if it will work, but the recipe has really good explanations. Um… I had to buy a blender to make the sauce.”

  The pizzas had just started going into the oven when Sarah’s phone started ringing upstairs. She ignored it. Moments later Marv’s phone started to ring. “Hel -” he didn’t even make it to the end of the word when the person on the other end cut him off. Sarah watched his end of the conversation, he was clearly very upset.

  “No, I don’t know exac-”

  “She’ll tell me when she’s-”

  “No! I did not insist that-”

  The last pause went on for a very long time, then “Yes, sir.” Marv held the phone away from his ear and sighed. Then he offered it to Sarah.

  She took it hesitantly. “Hello?”

  “I have one question and I need a straight yes or no answer.” It was Nathan. He was pissed, all the usual flirtiness gone from his voice. “I know what happened to your hand. Do you want the people responsible killed?”

  “What? NO!”

  *click*

  Sarah stared at the phone. “What the hell was that?”

  “We take the treaty very seriously.” Marv said quietly. Sarah looked at him and nodded. “Am I in trouble?”

  “No.” Marv said, forcing himself to be calm. “Nathan is coming for supper. He is bringing Robert and his pack and Robin.”

  Everyone tensed. Sarah asked, “Is Nicole coming?”

  Marv shook his head.

  “Who’s Robin?”

  The boys all looked at their feet. Marv answered. “Robin is Nathan’s attack lawyer. He organizes pack finances.” Marv hesitated. “Mostly they just let these things play out, but when a pack becomes dangerous, Robin helps untangle the legal aspect of breaking up a pack and redistributing the members.”

  “Oh. So... are we going to get some people from Robert’s pack?”

  They all looked at her. Mac reached out and touched her fingers. “No, Sarah. They will likely see if they need to relocate you away from us.”

  The buzzer on the oven went off at that point. Everyone jumped.

  Supper was eaten in silence.

  That night, Sarah crept into the parlour shortly after midnight and spooned up behind Mac. She buried her face in his shoulder and cried softly.

  Mac felt Sarah curl up behind him. He half shifted and rolled over to be the big spoon. Sarah didn’t roll over but pressed her face into his chest. Mac stroked her hair and her back.

  Gus came over full shifted back to human and trailed little kisses up her back bone. “It’s OK. We got you. It will be OK.”

  “I don’t want Nathan to move me somewhere else. If I move… I don’t want to have to start over with a new group. It was hard enough to get used to you. I… I only just got Marv trained not to barge in on me - ” someone snorted at that, “I don’t want to have to start figuring out a new pack.”

  Gus was still running his hand up and down her side. “We don’t want you to leave either. Nathan won’t make you go if you don’t want to, but…” he hesitated for a moment, then just said it, “Nathan might be right. Maybe we aren’t the best fit for you. You aren’t really happy here.”

  Sarah thought about that. “It’s getting better though.”

  Marv changed, “It’s been two months. You should - We should have been able to help you settle by now.”

  “I am settled.”

  “Sarah -” Marv wasn’t sure how to put this next bit.

  Craig, however, was. “No baby girl, you aren’t settled. You have settled. Settled for less than you could be to stay here. You were supposed to be in university right now, getting ready for finals. Not answering phones in some backwater garage.”

  Sarah felt a little betrayed by that. “I like working in the garage!” She hesitated for a moment. Then stopped talking as her mind spiralled in on itself.

  Mac full shifted back to human. “Sarah? What aren’t you saying?” She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. “Please? I can’t help - I can’t understand if you don’t talk to me.”

  Sarah sighed. “This isn’t about me, is it? I mean, I’m not exactly the kind of woman - lady - that Marv wanted. Sean can hardly look at me half the time. It isn’t about me not liking the pack, is it? Maybe I’m not a good fit for you. I just... I didn’t expect Craig to be the one to encourage me to leave.”

  “I’m not encouraging you to leave!”

  “Really? But that was a very kind way of saying, ‘Don’t let the door hit you on your way out’.”

  Marv interjected at that point. “You might not have been the lady I was expecting, but you turned out to be the kind of woman I need. You somehow managed to find the right balance between putting up with my shit and pushing me to change at the same time. My manners are out of date, but I’m tryin’.”

  Sean cleared his throat from where he was curled up in the corner. “I’m still upset that I almost got you killed. You had a life and you had to walk away from all of that. I wrecked your future.”

  Sarah sat up and looked at him. “It doesn’t work that way. If you hadn’t stopped to pick me up, I could have been smoked by a truck that didn’t see me in the blinding rain. I could have been taken out by lightning, holding a tire iron out in that storm. I could have been killed in an on campus mugging my second week in. We never know what could have happened. There is nothing to be gained by dwelling on that. The only thing anyone can do is try to work with the situation they are in now.” She realized they were all staring at her. “Yeah… years of therapy after my parents’ divorce. I am very aware of what I can and cannot control. If I was angry at Sean for me getting infected, I could have asked Nicole to move me when I left the hospital.”

  “Sarah?” Marv asked, “What happened to your hand?”

  She looked down at it and made a fist before opening it again. It felt nearly back to normal. It was impressive. “I… uh… I hit someone,” she said softly.

  The whole pack chuckled. “Yeah, we figured that. Who and why?” Marv pressed on.

  “Um.. there was a pack of bikers leaning on my car and I um… yeah…”

  Marv’s eyebrows went up. “You took on a biker gang?” he demanded, radiating disbelief.

  “No! Sort of… just one…. ish.”

  “Robert was sore she didn’t come for a visit. She told him to leave her alone, but when she realized he had us
flanked, she socked him a good one.” Mac said with pride.

  Everyone else just stared at her.

  Sarah groaned, covered her face and flopped down on her back. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t appropriate and I should know better. I honestly don’t know what came over me. I’ve always been a little protective of my car, but... it was completely irrational how angry I got that they were touching it. And then as soon as he started talking, he just kept making it worse!” she mumbled through her fingers.

  Marv leaned back as he considered that. “Would you say you felt territorial?” Everyone stiffened.

  Sarah just looked confused, “Yeah, but you say that like you mean something else.”

  Marv thought about how to explain. Craig just jumped in, “We get very protective of our territories. We always get Robert’s permission to come onto his turf. If your territory isn’t this house… if it’s your car, then his touching it would be an alpha challenge.”

  Mac gasped, “You did say you would piss on the tires if that’s what it took for us to leave it alone.”

  Marv shook his head. “She let you drive it home.”

  Someone started growling. After a moment, Sarah realized it was her and forced herself to stop. They were all staring at her. She ducked her head.

  Mac frowned, “That wasn’t easy for her.”

  “I wasn’t defending the car.”

  Craig cleared his throat. “Would you be prepared to say you were? It would be something Nathan would understand.”

  “If she can say it without lying,” Marv said. “He would smell the lie.”

  “I don’t think I can say that without lying. I was mad about the car, but that wasn’t why I hit him.”

  “Then why, Sarah?” Marv demanded.

  She sat up and crossed her arms and gave Marv a sullen glare. “I didn’t like how he was talking about you, OK?”

  “What?”

  “I mean, it wasn’t just you you. It was all of us! He was so dismissive and disrespectful! Of me, Sean, Mac, you! And Baby!”

  Craig made eye contact with Mac and mouthed, “Baby?”

  Mac tried to be subtle in shaking his head.

  Sarah noticed. “Yes! He was RUDE and… and rude and… he just pissed me off. Mac and I were having a nice time and he just wrecked it.” Craig started to grin. “What?” Sarah demanded.

  Craig was beaming like an idiot now. “You and Mac had a nice time eating together, then you beat up the guy who was rude to him, let him drive your car and brought him home and claimed him. That sounds a hell of a lot like a successful pack claim right there.”

  Everyone looked thoughtful at that. Sarah just felt confused. “Pack claim?”

  Mac was staring at her, “You want me in your pack, Sarah?”

  “What? Why would you ask that?” She sounded completely offended. “Of course I do! I said I wanted to stay with this pack and I meant it. Craig’s the one trying to get me to leave!”

  “I’m not trying to get you to leave!” Sarah frowned at him. Craig sighed, “I just want you to be happy, baby girl, and I’m not sure we are doing a great job of that.”

  Sarah reached out and stroked his cheek. “We are all working together to figure it out. Look, Nathan told me to think of this as an arranged marriage. But it’s more like all my friends who ended up in blended families. The siblings didn’t pick each other, but they have to figure it out because they are a family now. We are all in this together. And so far, no one has been a total asshole about it. Marv is even letting go of his overprotective streak. We are figuring it out! Or at least I thought we were.” Craig caught her hand and kissed her palm. Sarah smiled at him.

  “Sarah?” Marv said quietly, “If you want to keep us, we will fight tooth and claw to make that happen. We won’t let Nathan or Nicole or ANYONE throw you to the wolves.”

  Chapter 23

  November 10th

  No one was particularly surprised when Sarah and Mac headed upstairs after supper. It was a bit more surprising that she asked Gus if he would bring her tea in an hour or so. He stopped outside her doors to listen, and more importantly, sniff before he knocked.

  The room smelled like lust.

  “Come in,” Sarah called.

  Gus opened the door and found Mac on his back. He was still human but his cock angry, red and leaking. He tried to be unobtrusive as he snuck in to set down the tea, but they were both watching him.

  “Gus? Help a brother out?” Mac asked, his voice tight and strained.

  That was surprising, but if Sarah liked to watch he was prepared to go along with that. He kept his eyes on her as he walked forward and knelt on the bed. He gave Sarah a kiss before bending forward and sucking Mac’s cock in his mouth. The lads hips bucked as he almost sobbed, “No! Stop!”

  Gus sat hurriedly up and looked between the two. Sarah was almost laughing at them. “I’m missing out on the joke,” he hazarded.

  “Mac thinks you need a turn,” she explained.

  That got his attention. “It looks like it’s Mac’s turn. The poor lad is suffering.”

  “That’s what I said!” Sarah agreed. “But he said he could wait for you. One thing led to another, and-”

  “And I bet her I could watch and not nut until you two were done,” Mac groaned. “She’s been teasing me for the last twenty minutes.”

  “I was sure I could get him to change his mind,” Sarah explained.

  Gus chuckled, “Ah now, I’ve never known the lad to back down from a challenge. So my question is - do you want me, or do you just want to win?”

  “Both?”

  Gus nodded. “Come here then.”

  Sarah crawled over to where he was sitting and kissed his mouth while pulling off his shirt. Gus hesitated at that. She leaned back, “Not OK?”

  He leaned in and kissed her. “If you want to win, a bit of pretend would help.”

  “Don’t you dare!” Mac protested.

  “Well, now I’m interested,” Sarah replied.

  “How do you feel about tying the lad up a bit?”

  Sarah grinned; Mac groaned. “Don’t think you can do it?” she teased.

  Mac shook his head, “I’m not going to lose this bet.”

  Gus just laughed, “Yes, lad, you are.”

  He turned and laughed. Craig had a toy box in his room, it took a moment to find a coil of rope, a butt plug, a prostate massager and a vibrator. He thought for a minute then added a cock ring to the pile. He was on his way back to Sarah’s room when Craig spotted him. The viking just raised an eyebrow and laughed.

  Once Mac was kneeling facing the bed, it was a simple thing to tie the lad’s wrists to his ankles. Then he spread the rest of the toys over the bed. Sarah frowned at the pile.

  “See something you don’t like there lass?”

  Sarah pointed at the prostate massager, “I don’t even know what that is.”

  “That is what’s going to have you win.”

  Sarah picked it up thoughtfully, “but what does it do? I don’t see an on button.”

  Mac groaned. Gus laughed, “I’m not that mean. You slide it in his ass and as he squirms it rubs. If he’s very still, it is merely pleasant. If he gets to fidgeting, it will make him go off.”

  “That’s cheating!” Mac protested.

  Sarah looked at him with an evil little smile. Mac closed his eyes and whined. Suddenly, Sarah wasn’t smiling anymore. “Is that a veto?” she asked softly. Mac nodded.

  Gus shrugged, “Forced orgasm play some other time then.” Mac groaned, Sarah was way more attentive.

  “I… um… might be interested in that sometimes.”

  Gus grinned. “Hope up on the bed, there lass.”

  While she did, Gus crawled toward her. “If you want to veto, just say.”

  Sarah gave him a wide eyed look and nodded.

  Gus’s eyes flashed yellow, and he growled at her then nosed at her neck. He licked her neck, “Tell me to stop. Beg him to save you. If you need to stop, say veto
, got it?”

  “This is going to be a problem for Marv.”

  “Craig’s listening outside. He’ll make sure to stop him.”

  Sarah pulled away and looked at him. Then she turned her head and looked at Mac. Her face looked thoughtful. Then she turned back to Gus, “No! Please! Don’t!’

  Gus analysed her face, then snarled and put his teeth on her neck while he groped her breasts. Sarah groaned.

  So did Mac.

  Gus climbed off the bed, picked up the butt plug and walked over the Mac. “Open your mouth lad. I want this nice and wet for when I use it on her.”

  The brief spike of fear from Sarah made them both look at her.

  Gus grinned nastily. “Of course, if you hold it tightly in your mouth, I won’t be able too.”

  Mac opened his mouth. Gus ran the tip of the stainless steel plug over Mac’s lips before popping it into the kids mouth like an x-rated pacifier.

  Gus patted the lad's cheek, “Good boy.”

  Then he turned and pounced on Sarah. He caught her hands and held them over her head, then used his other hand to stoke down her belly before catching her leg and hauling it over his shoulder. He was aggressively kissing her mouth when he rubbed the inside of the thighs they were already slick.

  “Your a horny little bitch, aren’t you? Need someone to fuck you ‘til you can’t move.”

  “No!” she gasped.

  “Your cunt says you’re lying,” he observed, fingering her clit. Sarah’s hips bucked under his touch. Gus moved his hand so he could rub against her clit with the last knuckle on his thumb. He arched forward and lipped at her neck.

  “No! No! Oh god!”

  Gus laughed nastily, “Screaming for jayus won’t help you, Ulfurinn. Beg your luper to help you.”

  “Mac! Uh- Fuck! Gus!” He was grinding hard on her clit now. Sarah gasped, and squirmed on the bed as she came and her body writhed and jerked. Gus stood up and stripped. “Now we can really get started. Sarah looked at him and whined. Gus grabbed her knees and pushed them open. Sarah’s hip immediately bucked.

  “Fun fact,” Gus laughed, “it’s harder for an Ulfurinn to cum if you hold her hips all the way open. Beg me to stop.”