“Why are you coughing?” I growl as uneasiness sits on my chest. “Are you sick?”
She can’t be sick. She’s a half-elf. Something strangles my throat. Panic I suspect, but I’m not sure. I’ve never panicked before.
I sweep my eyes over my wife’s tired face. Maybe being a half-breed is not enough to be immune to bugs. My heart flutters as I think feverishly.
“I’m fine,” she says. “I’m just thirsty.”
Relief washes over me, and I feel dizzy. “Thirsty?”
“Can you get me a glass of water?”
I plant a kiss on her cheek then on her shoulder and her hand. “One glass of water for my pretty little wife.”
She laughs, as my dick grows hard again. I steal a wet kiss from her and go to the kitchen. My boys are crowding around the table there.
Rick fills a glass with tap water and passes it on to me. “There must be other women in their compound.”
I chuckle. “We’ll negotiate about the women with them.”
My boys howl and bang their fists on the table.
I salute them. “My little wife can’t wait.”
Nate shoots me a dark glance. “She’s a very little thing.”
“She is,” I say.
“She wailed with pain,” Nate says as seriousness coats his voice.
Anger rushes through my veins. “She loved it.” I jut my chin out. “None of your fucking business.”
Nate raises his hands in a warding gesture.
“I hope their women are as cute as your little thing,” Ashton says and rubs his hand against his crotch.
“Soon,” I say and go upstairs.
Amaia
He tips the glass up to my lips and helps me drink. It’s funny to see him like this—he’s so gentle and caring.
“Maybe you want a shower or something?” he asks.
His eyes blaze as the front of his jeans stretches over his massive erection. Blood thumps in my ears and I almost choke on the water.
“Careful, sweetheart,” Brass says as he wipes the water away from my chin with his thumb. He puts the glass on the bedside table, which is a raw part of a tree trunk. “How’s your little cunt?” He leans towards me and sniffs at me. A guttural growl escapes his mouth.
My pussy pulses with need.
“I can smell you,” Brass rasps and shoves me.
I lie flat as he crawls on top of me and tears off my top. I’m naked. His lips touch mine in a gentle kiss. In a wet hot kiss. His tongue thrusts in and it explores, caresses and fucks. I moan into his mouth. My skin prickles. My pussy clenches around nothing. I fold my legs and spread them wide for him.
“Is it going to be like this all the time?” I gasp.
“For eternity.” Brass licks my ear and plants kisses along my neck.
I shiver.
I melt.
I burn.
“I love you,” I say and chuckle.
This is what I have inside of me—love—passionate, mad, and consuming.
Brass growls like a very contented wolf and showers my face with kisses.
“My beautiful little wife,” he says as he opens his jeans. “My pure little perfection.”
“My big bad wolf.”
I sense something dark and wild from him. He kisses me harder as his hands squeeze my breasts roughly.
His massive erection pokes into my thigh—hot and sleek.
“You want my cock, Red?”
“I want. I want your big cock so badly.”
He moves his hot mouth down and circles my nipple with his tongue. It feels like the rain on a summer day. He bites my nipple lightly then draws my breast fully into his mouth, suckling. I sink my fingers into his hair and wiggle beneath him.
Brass holds his cock and runs the head up and down my slit, growling. I hear howls and growls coming up from downstairs.
I chuckle. “Find them wives or something.”
“I will.”
He enters me slowly and I gasp at the sting of pain. He pumps his hips and buries his cock inside me to the root. Agony sharpens his face.
My body trembles as I struggle to accommodate his size.
“Fuck,” Brass growls. “So fucking tight.”
He pushes at my knees and spreads my thighs wider for him. His hips move against mine. Pain and pleasure surge through me like a sweet torture. We kiss. Our breaths mingle.
Brass lifts himself, sitting on his heels. My back arches against the mattress as my ass rests against his lap. I’m impaled. I’m stretched.
Brass grips my hips and moves me on his cock, slamming on my cervix with each thrust. He goes deeper; he fucks me faster.
My body rocks as he ploughs me. I see my stomach flutter.
I moan then scream. I’m all hotness. I’m all pain. Then I’m all bliss.
Brass moans his satisfaction and this is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
Brass
I fill her up with my cum then I bathe her, feed her and let her sleep. She’s exhausted. She needs rest.
I stretch my body beside hers and watch her beautiful face. I kiss her cheek and she waves her hand like I’m an annoying fly.
I want to fuck, but my wife is useless at the moment so I close my eyes and allow myself to have a shallow nap. Peace engulfs me. Then thoughts float through my head.
Yes, I’m gonna live in my own heaven from now on.
A wolf’s life is about finding a mate. Not that I didn’t like getting drunk and fucking whores. I did. But that was only like a sense of temporary relief. A man can’t walk with blue balls all the time, right?
This little thing in my arms is everything to me. I’ll die if she leaves me. My only goal is to make her feel happy and safe. My only goal is to love her. And fuck her. Hell yeah. I want to fuck her for eternity. Only her.
I pull my wife’s tiny form to me and bury her in my arms. She sighs and shudders.
“I love you, Red,” I say. “You’re my life.”
Then I drop off to deep sleep.
Amaia
I wake up and my bladder pleads for relief. I crawl off the bed, open the wardrobe and borrow one of Brass’s t-shirts and then I go to the bathroom that’s next to Brass’s bedroom. There are three more bedrooms in the attic—they must belong to Brass’s boys. I pee and walk downstairs. As I enter the kitchen, my glance meets one of the wolves’.
His amber eyes are burning. He threads his fingers through his short blond hair and flashes me a grin.
“Nate,” he says in a husky voice.
“Amaia. Nice to meet you, sir.” My cheeks heat up at the thought that I have no underwear on and my nipples are visible through the fabric of the t-shirt, at the thought that Nate watched me mate with his alpha.
He chuckles and his boyish face lights up. “Are you hungry?” He puts his hand on his perfect abs.
“I’d like a glass of apple juice if it’s not a problem.”
“Sure.” Nate opens the cupboard and takes a glass out then fills it with the juice from a carton. He hands it to me. “Your juice.”
“Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
His massive frame towers over mine, and I smell his light sweat mixing with the scent of wind and rain. He lowers his head and inhales me.
My heart skips a beat.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says more to himself.
I move away from him.
He shouldn’t have said that. Uneasiness sits on my chest. I lean against the cupboard and sip my juice, spilling it over my chin. I put the glass on the kitchen table and wipe my chin with the back of my hand.
Nate stretches his neck muscles and rotates his shoulders as the front of his jeans moulds to his massive erection. His perfect muscles bulge under his skin.
Our glances meet, and I see lust in his.
I suck in a breath. The smell of wolf fur settles in my nostrils. Muscular arms wrap around me from behind, startling me. A hot mouth plants a kiss on my cheek.
&n
bsp; “Is Nate nice to you, Red?” Brass asks.
“Yes,” I squeak as I realise that my husband is naked.
“Not too nice?” Brass asks and the men exchange sharp glances.
The air thickens as the oscillations of anger prick my skin. My heart thumps in my ears.
“Pretty, isn’t she, Nate?” Brass says.
“Very pretty,” Nate says as his face darkens with menace.
“Mine,” Brass says. “And I don’t share.” There’s a warning in his voice.
Brass holds my chin and slams his lips on mine, bending me over the table. He spreads my thighs with his knee then drives his hard cock into my pussy from behind. His balls slap against my ass as I whimper at the pain from his intrusion. It feels like his thick cock will tear my pussy apart. He goes deeper as though he wants to punish me. My whimpers halt. Blackness obscures my vision for a split second.
“She’s very tiny,” Nate says. “You’d better be gentle with her.”
“She loves it rough,” Brass says.
I feel his fingers pinch my clit. He strokes my sensitive nub and I shiver with both pain and pleasure. His fingers work me expertly as his cock makes me feel full. My shoulders dip. I catch a glimpse of the fire burning in Nate’s eyes. Brass slides his cock in and out, picking up the pace. I scream. I shatter in ecstasy.
I’m blind. I’m weak.
Brass grips my hips and fucks me hard as I put my hands on the table for support, raise my head, and open my eyes. Sweat trickles down my temples. I moan with each thrust as my eyes travel to Nate. He opens his jeans, exposing his massive hard cock. He starts stroking himself. His wild yellow eyes never leave mine.
My blood starts to boil. The men’s growls send me into intoxication. Everything pulsates as the table screeches against the floor. Brass picks up the pace as Nate strokes his cock faster. His face sharpens, his eyes roll back, and his cum spurts over the table. My breath halts and I cum again.
Brass grips the back of my neck and pins me to the table. His thrusts punish me faster and faster until his cock thickens and he growls his satisfaction.
Nate puts his cock back into his pants and tears a piece of kitchen towel off then wipes his cum away from the table. He flashes me a beguiling smile and walks off.
“Did you have fun?” Brass rasps as he plants a wet kiss on my cheek.
“Did you?” I snap.
He emits a growl of pure contentment. “They need to know who you belong to.”
“Oh really?”
He pulls out of me and scoops me up in his arms. “They’re my brothers. They’re lonely like hell. But you’re mine. Only mine. They need to know this.”
“And that show of yours was supposed to ensure your right to me?”
“You had fun, you naughty little elf. Admit it.”
“I had.” Yes, that was kind of decadent, and very turning on. “But from now on I want more privacy.”
“What can I say? I’m just a crude bad wolf.”
“And I’m an elf. Elves love solitude and privacy.”
His face sharpens. “You’re not going to leave me, Red?” He lowers his head and showers my forehead and cheeks with kisses. “I will behave, I promise.”
I cup his cheek with my palm as warmth washes over my heart. “I will be your wife, don’t worry.”
Chapter 8
Brass
We visit Kadmiel’s compound two days later. My boys can’t take their eyes off the women living there. After greetings and introductions, we sit around the table in the bar.
“Looks like our family is getting bigger and bigger,” Rebel says.
My boys guffaw as my wife shoots the boy a furious glance.
Elf-daddy attempts to kill me with his glance so I throw my arm around my wife’s back and plant a loud wet kiss on her cheek. Elf-daddy grits his teeth.
It looks like I have to drink a bottle of vodka with Elf-daddy.
The women deliver food on the table and we focus on eating. After the meal, Kadmiel calls for church. We go to the basement and spread out to take our seats.
“In three days,” Kadmiel says. “They’re gathering in the mountains.”
Micah spreads the maps on the table and points his finger to three areas. “Your positions here and here.”
“We know the mountains,” I say. “It’s better to tackle them on flat ground.”
“Any ideas how to do this?” Kadmiel grins.
“We’ll send a lure,” I say. “A pretty little mermaid. They love killing them.”
“No,” Micah says. “It’s too dangerous.”
“Send the one who smells of darkness,” I say. “They’ll be intrigued with her for a moment. Distracted.”
“No fucking way,” Kadmiel growls. “My wife is not going anywhere.”
“She’s a legend,” Rick says. “They can’t wait to kill her again. Their thirst for blood will distract them.”
“It could work, Prez,” Theo says. “They’re not very sensible when they’re in their killing frenzy.”
“I’ll give her Nate and Rick,” I say. “Demons can’t jump into the void when they’re fighting with wolves. Not to mention that the woods are our kingdom.”
There’s silence for a moment.
“Rebel.” Kadmiel juts his chin out.
Rebel salutes him and leaves the office. Five minutes later, he returns with the dark mermaid.
She smells of graveyard and I don’t like it. Wolves don’t like graveyards, ghosts, or anything else from the world of the dead. My boys keep their distance from Talia and Kadmiel’s wife.
Kadmiel waves his hand to Rive and she stands by his chair. He grips her waist and sits her on the table.
“Rive,” he starts.
“I heard,” she says. “I’ll go.”
“You don’t have to do this,” Kadmiel says.
“There’re kids in the compound,” Rive says. “We have to do something.” She flops from the table and fixes her eyes onto mine. I see red flickers in her irises for a split second and chills go down my spine. “You will be my bodyguard.”
I chuckle and salute her. “As you wish, milady.”
Rive flashes me a half-smile and leaves the office. I raise my eyes to Kadmiel and see his jaw muscles twitch.
“Very creepy that wife of yours,” I say.
“None of your fucking business,” Kadmiel snaps and he exchanges glances with Micah.
“One more thing,” I say. “We want three more women.”
“There’s no fucking way,” Kadmiel growls. “I don’t sell any women to wolves.”
“We’ll help protect the compound,” I say. “Think about it. Four wolves as your permanent security staff.” I nod at my boys and they nod back. “We can move into the compound and build our den inside. There’s enough room for us all here.” My boys murmur ‘aye’. “Our offspring will be as strong as us which means even more security.”
Kadmiel’s face turns into a mask and I can’t read his emotions.
“I’ll think about it,” Kadmiel says. He nods. “Now, go get drunk.”
My boys chant and we rise from our seats. Elf-daddy lays his hand on my shoulder.
“Sit down, son,” he says.
He sounds serious so I remain in my chair as everyone leaves the office and we are the only occupants.
“So,” I start. “We are one big family.”
“When an elf wants to marry a woman they come to ask the father first.”
“When a wolf wants to marry a woman they just take them.”
He grins at me. Yes, grins like he likes me. He pats my shoulder.
“You have good eyes,” he says. “You’ll be good to her.”
Pride surges through me that he thinks I’m good enough for his little daughter. “Let’s get drunk.”
“Let’s get drunk.” He nods. “I took my wife as a wolf would.” He grins like he’s proud of himself. “I’m not some fucking stiff elf.”
I’m stunned.
T
hen I like the guy. He has a good sense of humour.
He rises to his feet and opens a low cupboard, taking a bottle and two glasses out. He fills them with the yellow alcohol and hands one glass to me.
“To life and love,” he says.
We clink glasses.
“To life and love,” I say.
Amaia
The men return from church and the party starts officially. Brass’s wolves behave like a bunch of teens. They howl, smack our women’s asses and drink alcohol like the world is going to end in an hour. Feathers float in the air as chaos pervades the bar. It’s so loud I can’t hear anything—music’s playing, women are squealing, men are growling. Zarall and Ashton clash in the corner and punch each other’s face. Blood splashes against the floor. Then they hug each other.
“Tell them to behave,” I say to my husband, pecking his unshaven cheek. “Tell them to put t-shirts on.”
“Relax,” Brass says and squeezes my breast, making Talia wince in disgust. He kisses my lips. “The boys are having fun, that’s all.” He kisses my neck. “I like it here. We want to join the club, you know.” He nods several times.
Bottles bang against the floor, accompanied by wild laughter and howls. I see Rick grasp my cousin, Nell, and pull her onto his lap. She slaps him across the cheek and runs upstairs like a demon is chasing her. Then I see Nate embrace my cousin, Calla. He throws her over his shoulder and approaches us.
“Brass,” he says in a drunken voice. “I’m going to take a wife.”
“Does she want to be taken?” Adva growls through the noise.
I can see she’s really pissed off.
“Grandma,” Calla yells. “I don’t want him. Help me, please.”
“Let her go, Nate,” Brass growls. He rises to his feet. “We’re going back to the den.”
His wolves get sober at once. Nate frees Calla, and we say our goodbyes.
Brass
I lay my wife on the bed and strip. My hard cock demands to taste her sweet mouth. I kneel on the bed and stroke myself.
“Red, baby, show me how much you love my cock.”
She chuckles, removes her dress and underwear and tosses them onto the floor. Her tiny fingers close around my shaft and she strokes me. A wave of pleasure shoots to my toes.
“Good, baby, don’t stop,” I say.
Amaia is on all fours. She leans against her elbows and swirls her wet tongue around the head of my cock.
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