“Damn it, Gregory, where’s your sense of direction?” the Shifter holding me mutters to himself.
I glance up at him. I should be worried, but instead I’m oddly pleased. “I thought wolves were supposed to be good at this sort of thing. Getting turned around as a Shifter is almost as bad as getting caught as a Mist Elementalist.”
He turns and starts to walk along the edge, probably looking for a place to cross over. “It isn’t my fault. Your dress is driving me crazy!”
“My dress?” I frown.
It’s red, simple, and probably a mess after the river and my escape. I hardly look sexy.
A small growl slips past his lips. “Yes, your fucking wet, see-through dress is driving me crazy. The wolf in me wants to ignore our pursuers and take you right this second!”
My cheeks warm, and my gaze moves down. I gasp. Sure enough, my dress is completely see-through and plastered to my frame. It’s not just that I can see my nipples through the thin fabric, I can see every cure of my breasts, as well as, every private inch of my body.
“A gentlemen wouldn’t be looking!”
He looked down at me and grins. “That’s one thing you should know about me, I’m not a gentlemen.”
Why is it suddenly so hard to breathe?
He starts to jog along the edge of the cavern, but it’s quickly become clear that there’s no place to safely cross over anywhere close to us. When we hear dogs barking again, every happy feeling flees. What will happen if we get trapped between our pursuers and a drop off? Can this... Gregory take on Lord Fuor, his men, and his dogs?
I look at the massive man with his arms as thick as my head. Something inside of me tightens. No man should have arms like his, or a chest like his, or a face as dangerously sexy as his, or... this train of thought is getting me nowhere fast.
Clenching my teeth, I will myself to focus. As big as this Shifter is, I don’t think even he can take on odds like that.
When the first dog breaks through the woods, I stiffen. It’s massive, with sharp teeth, and wild eyes. It barks like a thing possessed, and my head goes light. I like dogs. This... this is not a dog. It’s a weapon, trained to kill.
Gregory turns to it and growls, flashing his teeth.
The dogs barking stops, and its ears flatten, but it doesn’t move away from us.
Four more dogs break through the woods. Snarling, saliva rolling down their muzzles.
“What are we going to do?” I whisper.
Slowly, he sets me down and moves me behind him. “Don’t worry. I have help coming. Trust them, they won’t hurt you.”
Panic rises within me. Is Gregory planning on abandoning me? Why’s he talking like this?
An instant later, the man before me Shifts into a massive wolf, with stunning fur in every shade of brown. He glances back at me, and his eyes are gentle and reassuring. The pack of dogs move closer to us, and his head snaps back to them.
He howls, an angry challenging sound. A few of the dogs lay down on the earth, ears flat, but one of them, a huge, vicious-looking thing leaps forward. Gregory jumps to meet it, and their jaws snatch at each other as they try to grip one another.
I step back. A few pebbles slip beneath my feet, and I glance backwards at the frightening drop into nothingness. My heart races. I’m trapped. The odds are against us.
If I had my magic, I would destroy my enemies. But as I am, I’m at their mercy.
Or am I?
I’ve never been without my magic before, but I’ve still got two strong hands. If my enemies think I’m helpless, they’re wrong. Reaching down, I grasp a large rock, and wait.
Blood runs down Gregory’s muzzle. Some is his. Some belongs to the other dog. At last, my Shifter gets his teeth around the dog’s throat. The animal whines, and then, goes silent. The Shifter drops his body.
The other three dogs move forward. I watch them wearily. Can he take on three at once?
The animals leap forward and a brawling battle ensues. My heart catches in my throat. I can’t let this happen. I can’t risk Gregory’s life for my own, and just sit here helpless.
Clenching the rock, I toss it as hard as I can.
It hits one of the dogs in the head. The animal falls to the ground with a whine, shakes its big head, then turns and looks directly at me. My pulse fills my ears as I grasp another rock and prepare to fight. I can’t throw this time. It’s my only weapon.
As the dog prowls forward, my gaze is glued to his teeth. One good bite from him and... I feel sick.
Suddenly, two bundles of fur came smashing out of the woods. One of them crashes into the dog in front of me, pins it to the ground by its throat, and crushes it beneath its huge teeth.
Another wolf with midnight black fur comes to stand beside me. He rubs against my leg, and instinctually I reach down and pet his silky fur. For a long minute, I take comfort in having him beside me. And then, he launches forward and onto the back of one of the dogs that attack Gregory.
For a minute, I feel as if I’m in a nightmare. More and more dogs are pouring out of the woods, and the three wolves are fighting for their lives. And then, a dozen men on horses appear, still partially cloaked beneath the shadows of the trees.
Lord Fuor is seated on a dark horse in the middle. He’s a middle-aged man with a thick beard of grey hair and a head that’s partially bald. His cruel eyes lock onto me, and I feel the collar around my throat tighten. I scratch at it, terrified beyond words, and then suddenly, the horrible feeling stops. I’m on my knees. My head is swimming. And I’m scared out of my mind.
But that’s when I realize that everything has grown silent.
The three wolves are standing not far in front of me. They’re covered in blood, and the ground is littered with the bodies of dead dogs.
Lord Fuor and his men stare for a long minute, and then his voice comes to me, soft and threatening. “You’ll return to me, my beautiful bride. Otherwise, you’ll never be truly free.”
He turns his horse, and his men follow.
I feel the need to be free of him like a clawing pain beneath my surface. Rising to my feet, I start to run after him. It’s stupid. Ridiculous. I can’t take him down, not with a dozen men guarding him. But I’m not thinking clearly.
And so, when my foot slips on a rock and I go flying to the earth, my last thought is simply, seriously?
Chapter Four
I awaken with a start. Blinking, I realize I’m staring at a roaring fire, and my head is pounding. Reaching up, I touch a hard lump on my forehead. For a Daughter of the Mist, I’m not exactly smooth. After a second, I roll away from the fire and onto my back. Now, I’m staring up at the top of a cave. It has strange pictures on it. Of things before magic replaced technology. I recognize some of them. Big buildings, cars, trains, but others are completely foreign.
Where the hell am I?
“Awake already?”
I sit up, startled.
Sitting on a log across from me is Gregory. One side of his face his bruised, and there are vicious-looking red scars covering most of his chest, but otherwise, he seems fine. I feel a moment of relief before I notice something strange; his gaze is locked on my chest.
I look down. I’m naked. My breasts completely exposed to him.
To my shock, I feel my nipples tighten. My heart races faster, and I feel like I can’t catch my breath. It takes far too much effort to pull the covers up and conceal myself from his view.
When I look up, he’s standing above me.
I gasp. “How the hell did you do that?”
He raises a brow. “I’m a Shifter. Remember?”
I clutch the blankets tighter to my chest. “I didn’t realize that meant you moved so fast.”
He cocks his head in a strangely animalistic way. “There’s a lot we can do that other men can’t.”
Damn, that’s hot.
“What happened to Lord Fuor and his men?”
“After you so gracefully fell and hit your head, we got you
out of there.”
I touch my neck. “But my collar...”
“We had a deal. One I intend to fulfill. But not tonight. Tonight I have other plans for you.” His voice is thick and filled with arousal. “Now, I thought you wanted to learn more about the ways Shifters are different from human men?”
Holding my gaze, he reaches for his pants.
I really should tell him to stop. I really should tell him that I don’t need to see a Shifter package. But instead, I wait. And stare.
He undoes the ties on the front, then let’s his pants drop to the ground.
Shit! “Wow!”
Like something out of my darkest fantasy, he reaches down and grips his hard length. With slow strokes, he glides his hand up and down his very impressive cock. It’s amazingly sexy to see this big man staring at me and touching himself.
Cocky bastard.
Climbing onto my knees, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing when I reach out and push his hand away. My smaller hand quickly replaces his, and I let my fingertips run along the length of his hard shaft. When precum beads on his tip, I lean forward and lick it off.
He groans, but holds himself perfectly still as if waiting to see what I’ll do next.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why I’m heating up like a blazing fire, burning from the inside out. It’s not like me to be this out-of-control. But in this moment, I need this man inside of me more than I’ve needed anything in my life.
So, I lean forward and take him into my mouth. He makes a sound in the back of his throat, and grasps my hair. As he guides me closer, I have to fight my urge to gag. He’s so damn big. So thick and so long. But he also tastes like heaven, and the way he rocks into me makes me feel like I’m in complete control. Which I love.
As I increase my speed, taking him in and out faster and faster, he suddenly pulls back.
I don’t realize what he’s doing until he leans forward and captures my breasts. When did my blanket fall? The thought comes and goes in an instant as he pulls my breasts up to surround his length. He squeezes my breasts tightly around his erection, and holds my gaze, his eyes saying, you’re mine now.
Slowly, he begins to plunge himself in and out of the valley between my breasts with a wild animalistic quality that turns me on. My body responses, my muscles tensing, and my core heating up. I lower my mouth and capture his tip each time he comes close enough. Until he growls and release my breasts.
The Shifter lowers me back and tosses the blankets completely off of me.
His gaze slides down over me as he spreads my legs. “So damn beautiful,” he murmurs.
I feel my cheeks heat, but then he lowers his mouth, and I forget everything.
His tongue slides along my folds with an expertise that should’ve been criminal. Each stroke of his tongue. Each press of his lips. Everything he does brings me closer and closer to the edge.
“Wow!” A deep voice mutters.
I gasp and my eyes fly open. Two men are watching us from the entrance of the cave. One has midnight black hair and hazel eyes, and the other one has light brown hair and brown eyes. Both men are naked, and covered in pink, angry-looking scars.
I shake free of my shock, and try to close my legs, but the Shifter between my thighs won’t allow it.
“That’s just Sam and Curt,” Gregory says, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.
Using my hand, I cover my breasts. “I didn’t realize we needed an audience!”
The brown-haired man moves closer. “That’s just because our alpha probably hasn’t had one clear thought since he caught your scent.” He inhales sharply. “Not that I blame him. I think I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t get a taste of you soon.”
My cheeks grow hotter. “This is not a group thing.”
The man between my thighs licks me again, drawing a gasp from my lips. “Sam, you’re worrying her.”
Sam runs a frustrated hand through his messy hair, and his deep brown eyes flash with desire. “Your scent is incredible.”
“She tastes just as good,” Gregory answers, continuing to lick me slowly.
I try again to squeeze my legs shut. “They can’t just watch.”
The man with black hair by the door seems to awaken at my words. He crosses the room and kneels down beside me. “Not to worry, beautiful female, we’ll do more than watch.”
“My name is Lica,” I tell him, panting, trying to fight the waves of pleasure. “And I wasn’t suggesting you join us!”
The man between my thighs lifts his head. “Sam and Curt are knights, and members of my pack. They’re also the wolves who fought with me today. Why not let them pleasure you?”
“Pleasure me?” I gasp. “That’s not how this is supposed to work!”
He levels me with a glance, using his elbows to keep my legs spread while he teases my folds with his fingers. “You agreed to lay with all of us.”
“And you were supposed to get my collar off!”
He gives me a dark smile. “Not to worry, we will. Later, but right now, we’re going to make you come over and over again.”
I stare. What am I supposed to say to that?
My thoughts are still muddled when Sam leans over me and captures my mouth. In shock I open my mouth, and his tongue dives in. His kiss... it’s earth-shattering. It sends a fire running through my body that’s only inflamed by the Shifters stroking of my womanhood.
When Curt pushes aside my hands and starts to suck on one of my nipples, I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven. There touch is incredible. It’s building me up. Taking me to somewhere I’ve never been before.
Suddenly, Gregory picks me up and turns me so that I’m lying on top of him. I wiggle, trying to get his cock inside of me. But luckily for me, I don’t have to wait long. He eases into me, one delicious inch at a time until I’m completely filled. And then, he pauses.
I’m trying to catch my breath. Trying to accept that he’s inside of me, so close to easing this pain that’s been building in my core, when one of the Shifters begins to rub against my ass with his wet tip.
Looking behind me, I see Sam. He’s kneeling, his dark gaze intense. He presses one finger inside of me and slowly eases it in and out of me. I can’t stop staring at his handsome face.
When I start to push against him, he catches my gaze, then slides another finger inside.
I whimper, bucking against both his fingers, and the hard length inside of me.
The two men seem to sense my desperation, because Sam pulls his fingers out of me, and an instant later replaces them with his cock. I hold my breath as he pushes deeper. But when he finally comes to his hilt, I’m trembling with a need I can’t control.
And then they begin to slide in and out. Slowly at first, finding their rhythm, and then faster and faster. Curt reaches between us, stroking my breasts, squeezing my nipples.
I look up at him, shocked as he kneels beside us, his length hard and ready. Grasping him with my hands, I desperately pull him into my mouth as I continue to buck against the men thrusting inside of me. His stunning hazel eyes widen, and his jaw locks as he begins to thrust into my mouth, watching my every move.
When Sam shoots hot cum into my ass, I barely register it. My orgasm slams over me, stealing the air from my chest. I shout around the cock in my mouth, overwhelmed by my nerves firing like arrows.
Gregory explodes inside of my womanhood with a roar, continuing to thrust in and out of me until we both finally slow. Sam pulls out of me from behind and lies down next to us, breathing hard.
For a minute I think they’re done with me. But then, Curt pulls out of my mouth and moves around to where Sam had been. When he slowly eases inside of me, I gasp.
“Again?” I ask in disbelief.
They don’t answer with words, instead, Gregory grows hard inside me once more, and they begin to thrust harder and faster.
I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but for a moment I’m tingling and too-sen
sitive to go again, and the next I’m ready and desperate for it. I meet each of their thrusts over and over again. Loving the way it feels to be pounded into.
They’re so strong. So powerful. Large and aggressive. They make love to me like men desperate for my body, and I’m equally desperate for them.
When Curt comes into me from behind, I quickly follow, orgasming yet again. My breath catching in my throat. My toes curling.
This! This is sex!
When their alpha finally releases his hot seed inside me once more, his thrusts slow. I lay sandwiched between the two men. Ridiculously content. Someone trails fingers down my side.
“You were worth all the trouble,” Gregory says.
I laugh. “I’m glad one night with me was enough to risk your lives.”
“One night?” I feel his smile against my hair. “This isn’t about one night for us. I am your alpha. Your male. And my pack is yours. And you, my little Mist Elementalist, belong to us.”
That’s a little overwhelming. But I’d be damned if I let him know how much his words freak me out. Mist Elementalists are notorious for not wanting to be tied down, and even though these Shifters are tempting as hell, I’m not sure I’m ready for all this. So I do the only thing I can think of, I hide my true feelings.
I yawn. “We had a deal. You get that jackass to take this collar off, and then I’ll decide what to do.”
“After you lie with all of us,” he adds.
Which doesn’t sound like such a bad deal right now.
“I agreed didn’t I?”
He strokes my hair and chuckles. “Such an attitude. My beautiful mate.”
My eyes close. I like the way he says mate, even if I’m not ready to jump into a wedding dress just yet. I just escaped having to put on a wedding dress, after all. But actually, I like everything about these men and this moment. Except the collar that encloses my neck.
But maybe tomorrow that’ll be fixed too.
And then, I’ll have another decision to make.
Chapter Five
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