Adva

by Daniela Jackson

  I stroke her head. “Give my cock lots of love.”

  She draws me deep into her hot wet mouth and stars whirl in my head. It’s intense like never before. It’s so good because she’s my beloved wife.

  Amaia

  His eyes roll back, and he sits on his heels. I stroke the base of his thick cock with my hand and caress the head with my mouth, licking, kissing, and scratching it lightly with my teeth. His heavy breath and growls make my pussy clench with need. I massage his balls and suck them gently, working his shaft with my hand. Then I take his cock deep into my mouth and bob my head up and down.

  Brass grips my waist and tumbles me so he lies on his back and I sit on his face. His scorching breath brushes against my pussy and I shiver. He licks me along my slit and his tongue penetrates me.

  He smacks my ass. “You’re lousy with your part of the deal.”

  “I can’t focus.”

  “Focus, Red. I want you to cum with my cock in your sweet mouth.”

  I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock and suck it gently as he kisses my pussy and laps his tongue over my clit. A jolt of pleasure surges through me. And another, more violent. I start moaning and suck him harder. I push my bottom against his face. He puts his hands on my ass, squeezing and massaging. His tongue fucks my pussy. Then he rubs his thumb against my swollen clit. I take his cock into my mouth as deep as it can go. I gag. His growls mingle with my moans as I cum, trembling.

  Brass rearranges our bodies and straddles my chest, pumping his cock into my mouth. He slides his shaft in and out, having no mercy. I dig my fingers into his thighs, my mind still whirling. He fucks my mouth harder. Faster. I gag. His cock fills my mouth to the point of pain. Tears well up in my eyes. The head of his cock slams on my throat, and I gag again. Our glances meet, and I see insanity in his. Then his hot cum spurts down my throat.

  He pulls out and I swallow every drop.

  We merge into the tangle of two bodies and fall asleep.

  I wake up, pull on a t-shirt and go to the bathroom then to the kitchen. I bounce off Nate. He grips my arms to steady me.

  “Careful, sweetheart,” he says and lowers his head, inhaling me. His hand moves down my arm and he presses it against my tummy. “You’re pregnant.” He nuzzles his nose against my temple. “And you’re even more beautiful.”

  My heart jumps up to my throat and I try to wiggle out of his grip. “I know you’re very lonely.”

  “You know nothing,” he says as anger laces his voice. He grunts. “There’s something about you…” He kisses my forehead. “Something…”

  “I’m your alpha’s wife.”

  “I’m not gonna fuck you, don’t worry.” His fingers sink into my hair. “Not that I don’t want to…”

  “Don’t touch me.”

  Menace and wildness radiate from him. He pulls my hair together. I manage only a sigh as he turns me and we bend over the table. I feel his erection rub against my ass.

  “Nate, I’m warning you.”

  Nate moves his hips against my ass like he’s already inside me.

  “Get off me,” I shriek.

  He pulls away. I straighten and turn to him. Torment shadows his face. I’m so angry that my hand jerks up to slap him, but I withdraw it. I see tears in his eyes and compassion fills my chest.

  “It feels like you’re mine,” he rasps. “And like you are not. I don’t fucking get it.”

  “Maybe this is because of my aura,” I say and emotion strangles my throat at the yearning in his voice.

  “Maybe.”

  He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand and looks like he’s embarrassed by himself.

  “How old are you?” I ask.

  “Thirty-four.”

  “You’re a very young wolf.”

  He’d be nineteen in human terms—just a boy.

  He nods. “My pack was smashed by another pack—everyone died, including my parents. Brass found me when I was a pup, you know. He’s like an older brother to me.”

  I step forward and cup the side of his unshaven face with my palm. “I’m so sorry.” He was raised without his parents, without his roots. I feel so sorry for him. I feel urged to comfort him. “I’ll take care of you.” It just slips out of my mouth.

  He pulls me to him and wraps his arms around me. I feel overwhelmed by his wild need to be loved.

  I know deep down he doesn’t want to hurt me or disobey his alpha. He’s just lonely as hell. Wolves have a very strong sense of belonging to their pack. A very strong sense of family. Nate is a lost kid.

  “Nate,” Brass growls from behind me.

  My husband’s fury hits me like an axe—the deep blackness of fury.

  Nate frees me from his embrace and I step back.

  “Outside the den,” Brass says and turns his face to me. “You stay in the house.”

  “Brass,” I start, but he doesn’t listen to me. “Brass,” I yell, but there’s no response.

  The men pass me and walk out of the kitchen. A few seconds later, growls and howls come to my ears. Brutality wafts through the air. I smell wolf fur. I smell adrenaline. I sense an urge of murder.

  I hear two massive bodies clash. Dread surges through me.

  I pull forward and stand in the doorway. My eyes fix on two wolves—one is black and the other one is white. I recognise Brass as the black wolf—our bond tells me this.

  The white wolf is bleeding heavily from the wounds on the side of his chest. His mouth is covered in blood too. Ruby droplets mark the grassy ground and glitter like gems in the sun’s rays.

  Rick and Ashton are watching the fight in their human forms, kneeling on one knee.

  “Brass,” I say. “Nothing happened. Stop it.”

  The wolves clash again. Brass bites into Nate’s neck and pins him down to the ground with his body.

  “Brass,” I yell. “You’ll kill him. We need numbers. We need everyone to fight the demons. Stop it.”

  His animal eyes turn to mine and I step back at the sheer fury radiating from him. Nate crawls away and howls. He’s too weak to fight. His chest rises and falls in an erratic effort. I see his wolf form blur and he takes his human form. Deep wounds mark his chest and back. His eyes are closed and he wheezes.

  Brass takes human form. “You touch my wife again, you’re dead, Nate.” He raises his hand and sweeps it furiously then strides to me—naked, splashed with blood, angry as hell. “Never ever tell me what to do in front of my pack.”

  He grips the back of my neck and pushes me to my knees. I crouch at his feet as my primal instinct urges me submit to him. My hands wrap around his ankle and I nuzzle my cheek against his hairy calf. He kneels down and nuzzles his nose against my neck.

  “She’s not a wolf, Brass,” Rick says. “She needs time to learn how things work in the pack.”

  “You want to challenge me, Rick?” Brass growls.

  I raise my eyes and see Rick shake his head.

  Brass grips my arm and lifts us both then drags me inside the house. We climb the stairs. He shoves me onto the bed.

  “Nate’s just a lonely kid,” I say. “I just wanted—“

  “You’re mine,” he yells. “Say you are mine.”

  I cringe into myself. “I am yours, Brass.”

  “You will obey me.”

  “I will, Brass.”

  He tumbles me on all fours and tears off my t-shirt. He pulls my body so my knees rest on the edge of the bed and he stands behind me.

  I feel his two fingers pump into my pussy and he scissors them. Wild lust circles in my veins. My mind clouds. My pussy throbs for his cock to fill it. I’m as elemental as his anger and lust for me. Brass drives his cock into my pussy and slides his finger into my mouth. I taste the saltiness of my own arousal.

  He fucks me slowly though, gently, and then he pulls his finger out of my mouth. I feel his fingertip circle my tight hole. He massages me with more pressure and pushes in. I gasp at the sting of pain as his finger stretches my tight openi
ng. He slides it in, knuckle deep, then slides it out. He pushes two fingers into my tight hole, and I hiss at the burning pain from his intrusion.

  “You will obey,” he growls.

  “I will.”

  He fingers my tight hole, stretching me, and I almost dissolve. Pain and pleasure mix in my tummy. I want him to fuck me senseless.

  He pulls his cock out of my pussy and lines it up with my tight opening. My body shivers in anticipation. He pushes in and buries the head inside me. I stiffen. My throat pulses. Pain claws at me like a real fire rages inside my tummy.

  “Red, breathe.”

  I can’t breathe. The pain is almost unbearable.

  Brass massages my ass cheek and he doesn’t move. I start panting. My vision turns black for a split second. A cold sweat pricks my back.

  Brass grips my hips and pumps his cock into my ass, inch by inch. The pain makes me whimper. I tremble and hiss, but he doesn’t stop until he’s buried inside me to the root.

  I’m all pain.

  “I said breathe, Red.”

  I take a shaky breath. “You’re too big.”

  “You can take me. Breathe.”

  It feels foreign and unnatural. My insides burn. I feel like I’m floating in dark forbidden pain. Then my body softens a bit and flutters of pleasure fill my tummy.

  “Mine,” Brass growls. “Only mine.”

  His finger searches for my clitoris, and he strokes me expertly. I moan. My being rises in the mixture of decadent sensations.

  Brass starts thrusting and he’s slow and gentle. It feels good. I push his hand away and stroke myself. He fucks my ass as I bring myself to the brink. I’m full and stretched like never before. I explode.

  Brass pumps his cock in and out then stiffens and his hot cum fills my ass. He moans. He wrenches in his pleasure with three more thrusts and pulls out.

  We collapse onto the bed, and he pulls me into his arms. I feel his cum drip from my ass.

  “You’re no wolf. It doesn’t work for you like for us.” He clenches his jaw as sadness clouds his eyes.

  So this is what it’s all about. I know everything now. My husband is scared that I could leave him.

  “We bond like wolves, Brass. I’ll be a good, faithful wife to you, I swear.”

  He doesn’t answer. He gets up and brings the towel to wipe the mess away from my ass then he goes back to the bathroom. The murmur of the water in the shower cabin drifts to my ears. I wait for him patiently, sitting on my heels. He comes back from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips and sits in front of me. The scent of lemon and soap settles in my nostrils.

  “Red.” He kisses my cheek.

  “I’m not angry with you.”

  Brass exhales as if with relief. “You’re not a wolf.”

  “And you think I could change my mind and choose a young wolf instead of an old wolf?”

  “I wouldn’t allow you to leave me.” His jaw muscles twitch. “I—“

  “I love you. I will never leave you.”

  He nods. “I’ll be gentle with you, I promise.” His hand travels to my tummy and he massages it in circles. “I’ll control my wolf better, I promise.”

  “I don’t like it gentle. I love it rough.”

  He howls and shoves me so I lie down on my back. He crawls on top of me.

  “I’m an animal, Red.”

  “I love that animal of yours, Brass.”

  He nods. “I want five kids.”

  “Three.”

  He kisses me. “Four.”

  Later this afternoon, I cook for the whole pack and we settle ourselves in the living room. Fire dances in the fireplaces and Brass pulls me onto his lap. Rick and Ashton drink beer and play cards. Nate watches an action movie. He looks aloof, but I know something’s eating at him. His wounds are healing, but there’s swelling and bruising on his face and he still has three of his ribs fractured.

  “We really needed a woman in the household,” Rick says.

  “Yeah, we’ll be more civilised from now on,” Ashton says.

  “I’ll bet you will,” I say and flash them a smile.

  They howl and I cover my ears with my palms.

  I go to the kitchen and Brass follows me. His arms seize me around the waist.

  “Soon,” I say as my voice falters.

  He kisses me on the cheek. “It’ll be alright. We’ll smash the demons.”

  I swallow thickly. “Nate—“

  “It’ll be alright.”

  “Don’t be too harsh on him. He’s just a lonely kid.”

  “I know.”

  My glance shifts to his, and I see concern in his eyes. He cares for all his boys and for Nate even more.

  Two days later, I go to the compound to protect it with Talia, Rebel, Calla and Nell as the rest of my family set off to get rid of the demons threatening us. I kill all my fear. It has to be like this. They’ll come back. They always come back. War is part of my life—always has been.

  Rebel is on guard around the compound as Talia, my cousins and I are sitting in front of the clubhouse. I feel nauseous.

  “Everything will be alright,” Talia says. “The women will weaken them with their magic and the men will kill them all.”

  “When will we be able to live in peace at last?” Calla says in a bitter voice. “That’s no life just some vegetation.” Her brown cheeks tinge with a delicate red colour.

  She has the skin tone from her dad, Micah, and it has an umber glow—dark like some autumnal leaves. Her hair is long, dark brown with almond wisps.

  “I don’t know, sweetie,” Talia says. “I wish I could give you something better than this in life.”

  “I’m sorry, Mom,” Calla murmurs. “It’s just that—“

  “I know,” Talia says. “There’s always some threat puffing onto the back of your neck.”

  “We’re like prisoners here,” Nell says as her freckled porcelain cheeks tinge with red. She has Zarall’s white hair and Murray’s emerald eyes. “We always look over our shoulder.”

  A massive figure emerges from the line of trees.

  “Rebel,” I growl then everything inside me stirs in dread.

  That’s not Rebel.

  It’s a demon.

  Talia rises to her feet in one motion as her black wings appear from her back. “Back up, girls.” She steps forward as the demon stops about five steps away from her.

  “How did he…” I shriek as my heart stops beating.

  “A half-breed,” Talia says, inhaling deeply. “A half-human. Our spells can’t stop half-humans apparently.”

  “I’m gonna slit your throat, bitch,” the demon says in a husky voice as his navy eyes glitter like the midnight sky on a winter night. He glides his palm over his shaved head and stretches his neck muscles. “You all are gonna die.” He leans slightly forward, his frame so massive compared to Talia’s that they look like a bear is threatening a bird.

  “No, you’re gonna die,” Talia says and leaps at him.

  They clash and I see his clawed hand flash in the light filtering through the tree crowns. Blood splashes against my face as Talia hovers towards the clubhouse and hits the wall. She recovers in one motion, but the demon leaps at Calla and braces her with his arm. Her back rests against his chest. His claw touches her throat.

  “Don’t hurt my daughter,” Talia pleads. “Please.”

  Tears trickle down Calla’s cheeks as her body trembles. She takes a sharp breath. A drop of blood flows down her throat.

  Time stops. The world blurs. There’s silence—cold like the air in the mountains and the sound of my heart pounding in my chest.

  I think of incantations, but I can’t find anything useful in my head. A cold sweat pricks my back.

  “Please,” Talia says.

  The demon grins at her. Calla sniffles, moans and a grey mist envelops her captor and her. I stop breathing. The mist dissipates and I see nobody—the demon and Calla have vanished.

  “Fuck,” Talia yells
. “Fuck. Calla’s only eighteen. No fucking way. I’m gonna kill him with my bare hands.” She turns into a grey mist and disappears.

  Nell starts crying.

  I feel dizzy and sit on the ground.

  Rebel emerges from the line of trees. “Where is that motherfucker?” Blood trickles down his cheeks as the front of his t-shirt wears rips from the demon’s claws.

  I scramble to my feet. “Are you wounded?”

  “I’m healing,” Rebel rasps. “Where…?”

  “I have no fucking idea,” I say. “They all just vanished.”

  Kadmiel

  The war is over. We’ve killed every demon and there’re no casualties on my side. The wolves are pretty useful and I’m gonna keep them close. Inside the compound to be precise. They’ll help protect my family.

  I scan my body—my blood is mixed with the blood of my enemies on my cut. My eyes travel to Rive. Her hands are covered in blood and she dances around a demon’s body. I feel my throat tighten. Her red eyes meet mine.

  Brass looks like he wants to rip her throat out.

  “Don’t tell anybody,” I say. “Not even your wife. Understood? President’s order.”

  “She’s a fucking—“

  “She’s my wife.” I extend my arm. “Rive, come here, baby.”

  She saunters towards me and clings to my chest. I know she’s hungry.

  “Everyone back to the compound,” I say and Brass nods at me. I stroke my wife’s back up and down. “She’s like this two, three times a year.”

  “Good, not enough time for her to rip anyone’s throat out.”

  “She’s not like this. I can take care of her.”

  Brass growls. “She feeds on you?”

  I feel Rive’s body shiver against mine. “None of your fucking business. Take our people back to the compound.”

  He bows his head at me and walks off.

  I move Rive towards the line of trees and we find a clearing in the woods. I lower to the ground and plant her on my lap, stroking her hair.

  “Hungry, huh?” I say.

  She arches her neck back as her lips part and I see her white fangs.

  “Good, baby, I’ll feed you and you’ll be my little mermaid again.” I hook the back of her neck, squeeze and pull her to me.