by Anna Craig
“Sweet virgin,” Trevor murmured, stroking a feather-soft wisp of her hair where it lay across one pink cheek. “But you haven't truly been chaste, now have you? You've experienced pleasure before. At your own hands.”
He wondered if perhaps Cassandra's eyes might fall out of her head, they were so wide. Finn and Mac had stopped moving, waiting for their alpha's next move. He sensed more than saw Mac's amusement at the situation, Finn's simmering desire to simply get on with things. But they both had to wait and see what their alpha would decide to do with this strangely vexing surrender, who one moment was shy and the next defiant.
The more he thought about it, the more Trevor felt himself deeply intrigued by this beautiful woman's presence and nature. She fascinated him. She also aroused him more deeply than he'd been stirred by a woman in many years. It was—interesting indeed.
That odd something deep within him once again began to nudge to the surface. A something that was possessive and primal.
No. Impossible.
He forced it away and focused on his duty as alpha. Without the surrenders, the pack was weak. New blood was essential to keep it going, even if it was the blood of humans. Cassandra had no idea how important she was to the Wicked Wolf Pack's future.
This was his duty and nothing more.
“You touch yourself, do you not, Cassandra?” Trevor kept his voice like steel and his gaze without mercy. She squirmed delightfully beneath him, her face reddening somewhat. The delicate flush over her features was becoming. In fact, it made him want to nip at her. Claim her.
Damn it all to hell. What was wrong with him? She was a surrender, albeit a beautiful and fascinating one. But he would not claim a mate anymore, even if he could claim a human as one. He gave the surrenders to his packmates, and simply took his pleasure casually as needed with the unclaimed female werewolves who lived in the pack or the ones living in neighboring packs.
Trevor Reginald no longer took a mate. He simply led his pack. Mates led to nothing but sorrow, and he refused ever again to entertain that utterly useless emotion.
Forcing himself to continue, Trevor went on, “That is very naughty, Cassandra. I think your first lesson shall be in punishment.” Drawing back from her, despite her small vocal protest, he pushed himself off to the side and gestured to Finn. “Punish the surrender for her impertinence in pleasuring herself before she allowed herself to be a pack surrender.”
Finn gave his alpha a strange look, clearly wondering what was going through Trevor's mind. At Trevor's hard glare, though, Finn shrugged and turned to Cassandra. “My pleasure indeed,” he said, staring at the surrender with his intentions clear on his face.
To his shock, Trevor felt fury begin to gather within him as he watched his packmate do as ordered and start to “punish” Cassandra in the most pleasurable way possible. As Finn lowered his dark head to Cassandra's parted legs, ready to touch her sweetness between there with a gentle tongue lashing, the bizarre feelings of possessiveness once again swarmed up over Trevor and blackened his vision.
Impossible. No. No.
It could not be.
~~~
Waiting for Finn's mouth to descend on her, Cassie trembled from a jumble of emotions and thoughts rocketing through her. Everything was happening so fast she could hardly keep track. This morning, she'd known she would be the town surrender, required to give up her virginity and her freedom to a pack of werewolves. Then she met them and, despite her fears, practically came in her panties because they were crazy hot. And they were pretty nice, despite being strong werewolves who could make her do anything they wanted.
Except for Trevor. He was arrogant, and he kept looking at her like she was both very edible and very annoying at the same time. His eyes, those stunning blue-green depths that clouded up every time she opened her mouth and something dumb fell out, kept catching her.
Tall, dark, sexy Finn who'd headlined her nightly fantasies for years—yes, he was gorgeous and hot and clearly eager to please her. Blond, laughing, beautiful Mac who put her at ease in the space of a few minutes and also promised to be able to do delicious things to her body—yes, he was also the stuff of girly dreams.
But Trevor. The brooding, powerful, arrogant, sort of aloof pack alpha with the beyond stunning body, the hard set to his mouth, and the hint of something a little lost hidden deep within his eyes—something about him just wouldn't let go. Something about him just made her want to be ravished by only him. To touch only him. To learn from only him.
Geez. How pathetically nineteenth century could she be?
Lying trembling on the massive, soft bed, waiting for Finn's tongue to touch her in that spot she'd dreamed about for years now, body aflame with a wild need, Cassie could only do one thing. She stared at the chilly expression on the alpha's face and kept her lips pressed tightly together. She had to do this for her town. She was definitely aroused. This was an adventure. They weren't going to kill her. This was a wild fantasy come to life, and she would behave and enjoy it, because she really did want it.
The thing was, she realized she wanted it only with the cold, angry, gorgeous man who was staring at her like he wanted to gobble her up in one bite, instead of with the man she'd fantasized about forever who was literally seconds away from fulfilling the naughty dreams she'd had about him almost every night for the last five years.
She was certifiable. For sure.
Holding her breath, waiting for the first touch, Cassie about had a heart attack when Trevor suddenly roared.
“Enough!” The alpha yelled so loudly the windows rattled, along with Cassie's tightly-strung nerves. “Leave us at once.”
Finn jerked back, rearing away from Cassie to stare at his alpha with a look of shock. Mac's mouth opened in equal shock.
Trevor stood up on the bed, easily balancing despite its softness. Cassie stared shamelessly at his naked body as he stood there like a chiseled, glorious god. The planes of his face were so hard as to be granite. His, uh, his shaft was so hard it jutted out from him, seeming to pulse in anger along with a throbbing vein at his forehead. The dark, luxuriously thick eyebrows were lowered over his eyes, adding a thunderous quality to what was already definitely a towering fury.
What the hell just happened?
“She. Is. Mine.”
The words growled out of Trevor, banging around the room with a force that knocked into Cassie.
Um. Wasn't she all of theirs?
Finn and Mac now stared at their alpha like he'd not only grown another head, but it was purple and polka-dotted.
“Trevor,” Finn began, but the alpha cut him off so furiously Cassie thought his voice alone would leave whip marks on the other werewolf's skin.
“Out. Both of you. I claim this surrender for my own, against all others.”
Deafening silence dropped over the room, broken only by Cassie's ragged breathing and an equally ragged breathing from Trevor. While hers was strictly arousal-based, it was pretty easy to tell his was driven by some sort of rage.
Cassie dragged her gaze from the drool-worthy body of the werewolf towering over her to the other two sitting at her feet, both clearly in a stunned state. Something was wrong here. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not that she knew exactly how these things went, aside from mind-blowing sex, but this obviously was not part of the usual script.
Without another protest, not even another look at her, Finn of her dreams and Mac of the sweet smile slipped off the bed and left the room, gently shutting the heavy door behind them.
Leaving Cassie all alone with a very pissed off, very aroused, very alpha, super very male werewolf.
Chapter 5
Trevor stood still, shudders of blazing anger and stupefying shock racing through him in alternating waves. What had he just done? The impossible. The insane. The unprecedented.
He'd sent away his packmates from the ancient ritual, the ancient way in which the pack was kept protected. He'd called them off from the surrender as if she were—
Terror because he was looking at her like he might be about to rip off her head.
Which wasn't remotely what he was interested in doing to her, now that he had her safely all to himself.
Trevor forced his voice to be gentle as he sank back down beside her. “I have frightened you. I am sorry about that, lovely Cassandra. That was not my intention.”
She didn't say a word, but nodded carefully. Even without color in her face, her beauty and her sense of self-possession still captured him.
He waited, then gestured at her so she would know she could speak. Voice a whisper, she said, “So what exactly is your intention now?”
Trevor let a quick smile lift his lips despite the bizarre sensation of simultaneous cold and heat rushing through him. “To pleasure you. That is why you are here.”
That was the only reason she was here. To give pleasure, and to receive it as well. Despite his foolish move of keeping her to himself, he would entertain no other possible reason for her presence here.
On that thought, Trevor reached for her softness and ran his fingers down her leg, from top of thigh to bottom of toes. Cassandra inhaled sharply in what seemed a mingling of surprise, interest, and a strangled giggle as he touched the bottom of her feet, half rising up on her arms as he touched her. The giggle faded almost immediately when he bent his head down to hover over that sweet, delicious spot between her beautiful thighs. She smelled like musky arousal, touched with a faintly floral scent he knew was whatever she had chosen to bathe in prior to the ceremony earlier.
He liked it. He liked it a tremendous amount. It inflamed his senses, suffusing him with her scent, her very being.
He liked it so much he did not wish to share her with anyone else. No matter the consequences.
Flicking his gaze up to her face, which peered down at him with a nearly indescribable expression, Trevor lifted one eyebrow.
“Are you ready for this now, Cassandra? Truly ready? Because I most certainly am.”
Her breathing snatched short in her throat as his words sent puffs of air over that one spot he knew she most desired for him to touch. Him, no one else. Only him.
He hoped.
“Yes,” she breathed out. The word was firm, even though her voice wavered as she began to pant slightly. “Oh, yes. Please. Please. Ah, sir,” she added at the end.
Although it clearly was an afterthought, her effort at decorum and the proper deference amused and pleased him.
“Very well then, my most lovely surrender. Let us begin.”
With that, Trevor lowered his face between Cassandra's opened legs and leaned close in to taste her sweet little pussy with his tongue.
~~~
Cassandra thought her head was about to explode off her neck the second Trevor's lips came down on her aching, hot center. His tongue licked her, slowly, spreading flat against her ultra-sensitive skin, immediately pulling out an exquisite sensation she'd never experienced before, not even when she'd drawn countless orgasms out of herself.
Something huge rippled through her, the sensation filling her with an enormous sense of peace, rightness, and the wild knowledge she was going to come right now, right here, into the mouth of this stern, strong, most gorgeous man.
“Oh, my god!” The words ripped out of Cassie's throat, as she bucked her hips into his mouth. Feverish, swollen and hot beneath his lapping tongue, she felt her clit begin to pulse as the orgasm swirled up and through her body, gathering in that one place. It never happened this fast. Never.
Of course, she'd never been turned on by a trio of outrageously sexy men for such a long time before her clit was touched, either. Trevor—oh, the man was stunning. Her sheer terror of him just moments before when it seemed he would shift into a wolf right there and rip his packmates to pieces was gone. In its place again was the growing arousal she'd been feeling for nearly an hour now. Arousal that was at a high pitch, about to blast out of her into a screaming orgasm.
In response to her cry, Trevor burrowed his head in deeper, and slipped one finger inside her while his tongue whirled ceaseless circles on her throbbing clit. The scream almost shattered her throat as the white hot sensations abruptly roared over her body, making her grasp the back of his head and shamelessly push him deeper into her, shoving his face against her as she rode out the most intense climax of her life.
Total nonsense words and sounds fell out of her mouth as the orgasm went on and on, sweeping her entire body into a vibrating mass of pleasure that radiated from where the alpha's very talented tongue lapped up every quiver of her pulsing center.
Cassie collapsed back against the pillows as the last tremors gently ebbed away. Taking a long moment to gather her breath back, fingers still idly playing in the gorgeous, thick hair of Trevor's head, she finally managed to croak out a question. “What—what was that?”
To her utter surprise, Trevor lifted his head from her thighs and let out a bark of laughter. It was genuine rather than cruel, and the sudden openness it gave to his face startled her even more. Wow. He looked almost kind when he smiled. Almost soft.
“That, my sweet surrender, was the greatest gift of a woman's body.” His aqua-green eyes teased as small smile crinkles sunburst out around them. “That was an orgasm, of course. Of which you shall have many more.”
Cassie fluttered her lips at him in a raspberry. “I know that was an orgasm. It was, um, really good,” she added, suddenly feeling shy. Which was silly, considering the man's long finger was still deliciously slipped inside her wet pussy. “I meant, why did it happen so fast? And why did I feel so—”
“Hush. We are not done yet,” the alpha announced. His look became more serious again, but it was laced with that focused lust that suddenly had her pulsing around his finger again. “There will be more,” he said, and on that note he bent his head down to her once more.
“Oh, god,” Cassie whispered as he once again began to lick her in long, steady strokes.
~~~
Trevor barely held himself in check as the sweet moans tumbled past his ears. The taste of Cassandra had been pure nectar on his tongue and lips. She tasted exactly right, such an intoxicating bouquet he felt the need to roughly take sweeping over him. And he would, as was the alpha's due—but first, he wanted her to come again and again in his mouth. He craved it with a need that astounded him.
He hadn't felt this sort of desire for a woman in a very long time. Not since—
Breaking off the thought, he focused on his beautiful surrender. The velvet softness of her sweet pussy, the ripe folds of her skin, the sweet nooks and crannies his tongue and fingers explored, all served to spiral him closer and closer to losing control. He shivered with the need to thrust his cock into her, claiming her as his, riding her into a quivering, screaming mass of pleasured female as her stunning blue eyes locked on his with an equally fevered desire.
He held himself back, just barely. He must taste her again. Licking his way through her soft folds, hearing her small cries echo throughout the blessedly empty room, he could indeed taste her rising release. It was a delicious mixture of spicy and sweet, wild and gentle, fiery and cool. The taste drove him mad, and he slipped another finger into her slick wetness.
“Ah, yes!” her voice rewarded him as her hips urged him on. That hand, that little hand which was virtually strengthless compared to his, pressed down on his head, pushing him into her again. He smiled against her beautiful, wonderfully hot center at the display of need. She desired him as much as he desired her.
“Trevor,” Cassandra whispered. “Please. Please make me come again.”
The simple request redou
bled his movements against her. He dragged his tongue over her clit and began to flutter the fingers inside her in a rippling motion, as if he were playing a piano. The softly ridged walls of her pussy began to contract around his fingers as she built upward again, the tempo kept along with her gasping calls of his name and that god she insisted on crying out to as well.
Trevor tasted the very second she shattered into orgasm again. His mouth flooded with the cinnamon-spiced sweetness as she exploded into him, her hips lifting off the bed and her hand almost painfully pressing her fingers into his head. Long, aching cries leapt off her tongue as her orgasm spiraled up and up, then slowly down, leaving her spent and gasping against the sheets.
He lifted his head, feeling the supreme satisfaction of having pleased a woman into nearly senseless ecstasy puff out his chest. But now....
“Now,” he said, his voice making her eyes open to look at him with a heavy-lidded gaze. “Now, you are ready for me to make you mine.”
She wouldn't know the significance of his words. He almost couldn't understand them himself.
All he could think of was plunging into her and claiming Cassandra as his.
~~~
Cassie could barely move after the second earth-shattering orgasm had ripped through her. This was beyond her dreams of how good it would be. She still had no idea why he'd sent away the other pack members, but she no longer cared. All she could think about was this huge, sexy man who had just made her come twice. Now, he was promising more. Oh, yes, please.
Trevor prowled his way up her body, holding her gaze captive with his. His mouth, shiny from her juices—which made her blush again a little bit, but it also turned her on even more—paused here and there to lick her belly, slide up her ribs, nip at the soft flesh beneath her arms. When his head hovered above hers, his body stretched out over her, Cassie once again felt the full strength of his maleness. Was this what being a surrender was always like? She didn't have the slightest care in the world what happened afterward. She'd happily be a surrender for the rest of her life if this was what it was all about.
