by Becca Van
She was sick and tired of keeping them at arm’s length and them doing the same to her, but she really had only herself to blame. She’d been the one to ask for space.
Her contradictory mind and body craved their presence, and she was having trouble sleeping through the night. She was tired, cranky, and so in over her head she felt as if she was going a little crazy. Every time she managed to sleep, her dreams were filled with erotic visions of them touching her, making love to her, and she always woke up covered in sweat and achingly empty. There was a hole in her heart that she’d never had before coming to work for the Reynolds Pack, and she knew, without a doubt, only Johnny, Kris, and Jules could fill it.
Thankfully it was Friday and dinnertime. She had the next two days off, but this weekend she was planning to stay put. Last weekend she’d taken both days to explore Broken Hill and the surrounding area but not this time. If she had any say in it, and she did, she was going to spend the weekend in bed, but definitely not alone.
She was so consumed with desire for them she couldn’t think straight. Mel was only vaguely aware of the room emptying after the pack members had eaten their fill as she cleaned up. She was so lost in her own thoughts and conundrums she didn’t notice that Johnny, Kris, and Jules were the only people left in the room until hard, warm muscular arms wrapped around her waist.
“Are you all right, sweetheart?” Johnny’s warm breath tickled against the skin of her ear, causing her to shiver as her lust for him and his brothers went soaring through the roof.
She shook her head in answer, and when Johnny turned her around to face him, she met his concerned blue eyes.
“You look exhausted,” Kris said as he came to stand next to Johnny. Jules moved to Johnny’s other side.
Mel nodded, and then she leaned her forehead on his chest.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Jules stroked a hand over her head and hair.
Mel sighed as she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Johnny’s waist. “I can’t do this anymore.”
“What can’t you do, baby?” Kris asked as he moved around behind her and pressed his front to her back. When Jules moved to her side and she inhaled their lethally potent, delicious aromas, Mel knew it was time to stop fighting.
A shudder ripped up her spine, and when Johnny’s arms tightened around her hips, pulling her snugger against his body, she knew he’d felt her reaction to them. Mel wiggled and moaned when she felt the thick ridge of Johnny’s erection pressing into her stomach. When Kris pressed his hard denim-covered cock into the small of her back, she whimpered with need.
Johnny loosened his hold on her, and Jules tugged on her ponytail. Her head lifted, and when she heard three low, rumbling growls as she let them see her desire for them, she knew her life was about to change irrevocably.
“I can’t stay away from you any longer.”
“Are you finished in here?” Johnny asked in a voice so low, deep, and garbled it took her a few moments to figure out what he’d said.
She drew in a deep breath and opened her mouth to answer, but when she saw the hunger in his gaze, she ended up making only a squeaking sound.
“Was that a yes?” Kris licked her earlobe, causing her to tremble.
She nodded.
“Do you want to come to our place?” Jules asked and then held his breath as he awaited her reply.
Mel nodded slightly as she looked into Jules’s green eyes and watched mesmerised when his eyes flashed a yellowy gold colour.
“We need the words, Melanie.” Johnny clasped her chin between his finger and thumb. “Do you want to come to our place?”
She licked her suddenly dry lips nervously before answering emphatically, “Yes.”
“Are you agreeing to mate with us, babe?” Jules’s callused, warm, large hand felt so good against the heat of her cheek.
“Yes.”
Loud howls filled the air, and then her world turned upside down, literally and figuratively, when she was lifted from her feet and slung over Johnny’s shoulder.
Chapter Eight
Melanie closed her eyes as first the timber hardwood floor and then the ground rushed by beneath her. She’d been told that werewolves had more strength, speed, and enhanced senses, but until now, she wasn’t quite sure she’d believed it. There was no refuting that now. Not when Johnny raced so fast across the ground that she couldn’t focus on anything and began to feel a little dizzy and sick. A door slammed, and she opened her eyes to see more dark wood racing below.
Johnny stopped so abruptly she shrieked, worried that she would go flying from over his shoulders for a moment, but as she blinked to get her equilibrium and vision back, she knew that he and his brothers would never do anything to hurt her. One of his arms had been wrapped around the backs of her thighs the whole time he’d been speeding away from the main house, and she’d been in no real danger of falling.
Once more her vision waivered as she was lifted from his shoulder and gently placed back on her feet.
If it hadn’t been for the three men staring at her so avidly, she would have taken the time to look around, but there would be plenty of time for that later. Right now she was eager for the next step.
Johnny cupped her face between his hands and stared into her eyes. “Be certain this is what you want, sweetheart. If we mate you, there is no turning back.”
“I know. I…need all of you,” she whispered.
Her answer seemed to satisfy Johnny because he lowered his head until their lips met, and then he devoured her.
His lips pressed hers open, and his tongue plunged deep. She clutched at his shirt as her world went wild. She groaned when his spicy masculine flavour exploded on her tastebuds and leaned into him even more. Her hard nipples grew even harder when they pressed into his body, and she arched her stomach into his hard cock and whimpered when he growled with desire.
With each slide of his tongue against hers, her insides heated and melted a little more, and when his hands caressed over her arse and kneaded the fleshy cheeks, she tried to crawl up his body to get even closer.
A sob of disappointment came from her mouth when his lips left hers, and his hands gripped her upper arms to hold her away from his warm frame. She was about to protest verbally when he released her arms, but when his hands went to the hem of her shirt, she nearly cheered out loud.
“Let me help,” Kris whispered against her ear, and then his front pressed into her back as one of his hands tugged at the button of her jeans.
Johnny whipped her shirt up over her head and flung it to the side, where it landed heedlessly on the floor. When she looked up to find him staring at her bra-covered breasts, her first instinct was to lift her arms to cover them.
Mel had never really had any hang-ups about her body, even though she knew it wasn’t perfect. She had flaws just like anyone else, but when she saw the feverish desire in his eyes, her confidence in her femininity rose.
“So fucking beautiful,” Johnny growled as he lifted first one hand and then the other. Her eyes fluttered closed when his large palms and fingers encompassed her breasts as he kneaded them.
Mel didn’t realise that Kris had already lowered the zipper on her jeans until she felt him pushing them over her hips and down her thighs.
She turned her head when she felt a warm waft of air on her bare belly and saw that Jules was kneeling at her side.
“We forgot her sneakers.” Jules caressed a hand from just under the seam of her panty’s leg down the outside of her thigh and calf until he could go no farther because her jeans were in the way. He tugged her laces open and then placed a hand on her hip as he lifted first one foot and then the other to remove her shoes and socks before he pulled her jeans off.
Her attention was once more centred on Johnny when he plucked her aching nipples between his fingers and thumbs. “I want to see and taste you, sweetheart. You have no idea how long we’ve waited for this moment.”
Mel heard sincerity and reverence in h
is voice, and when his hands released her breasts, she wanted to rip her bra away herself so that he and his brothers would have access to her throbbing flesh. But just as she went to move, he did, too. Instead of unclasping her bra like she expected, a sharp claw protruded from the tip of his index finger, and without any compunction, he sliced through the material and then tugged it off and threw the damaged garment aside.
“Fucking perfect,” Jules rumbled as he stared at her breasts.
“You have the most amazing breasts I’ve ever seen, honey.” Kris breathed against her ear and then proceeded to lick and nibble on her neck.
Melanie was so ready for them to take her she was having difficulty staying on her feet and keeping her head straight so she gave in to the urge to rest her head on Kris’s chest and locked her trembling knees.
She gasped when the tip of a warm finger caressed lightly over the peak of first one nipple and then the other. Her pussy clenched, and cream dribbled out onto her panties.
“I can smell your cream, babe.” Jules’s grip on hip tightened, and then she heard a ripping sound, and she jerked as her undies were torn off.
Between the three of them, they turned her slightly, and then she was drowning in a sea of sensation. Jules pressed his nose to the top of her slit, and he inhaled deeply, breathing in her scent. Kris continued to lick and suck at her neck while plucking and pinching at one of her nipples, and Johnny bent his head and sucked the other into his hot, wet mouth. When the tip of Jules’s nose brushed against her clit, she was a goner.
That was all it took for her to explode.
Melanie cried out as pleasure swamped her body and heated liquid raced through her veins. Her body shook and shivered, and cum dribbled onto the insides of her thighs. She’d never felt anything so amazing and carnally, erotically ecstatic in her life.
She’d had self-induced orgasms before, but nothing compared to the one she’d just experienced, and they weren’t even inside of her yet. Mel wasn’t sure she would survive making love to each of the men, but she was going to soar to the heavens and beyond before her heart gave out and love every minute of it.
“Get her on the bed,” Johnny commanded in a raspy voice.
Jules shifted away and rose, just as Kris swept her up into his arms and carried her to the massive bed against the back wall of the room. She expected him to set her down and move away but was glad when he followed her down, his big, brawny body covering her small, petite frame as he slammed his mouth onto hers.
He tasted so good, and she wanted more. When his tongue delved into her mouth, she tangled hers with it, and then she suckled on his muscle. The low growling sounds he made were so darkly erotic her just sated libido began to flare up again. She heard rustling coming from near the end of the bed but didn’t really take much notice, too wrapped up with the heat emanating from Kris and their wildly passionate kiss to worry about anything but feeling. His hands caressed up and down her sides, shaping her hips, waist, and the outside of her breasts, and then he released her mouth, licking and nibbling down her neck and upper chest until he reached her breasts. His tongue flicked out and laved over first one hard bud and then the other. Back and forth he went until she was mindless with need once more.
Her eyes lifted to slits when she felt the bed on either side of her dip, and Jules leaned over to her to kiss her. When Kris moved down to her stomach and circled her belly button with his tongue, she arched her hips up from the bed, begging him without words for more.
Johnny cupped a breast in his hand and lifted it as he lowered his mouth and suckled firmly on the sensitive peak. She moaned and writhed, too hot and needy to stay still yet not sure if she should plead with them to stop tormenting her, not wanting them to cease how they were already touching her. She was overwhelmed with sensation, yet her contradictory mind and body were so hungry for more. It was nowhere near enough.
“Please,” she gasped out when she’d drawn enough breath into her oxygen-starved lungs so that she could talk.
Johnny released her nipple with a resounding pop and met her gaze with his hot, hungry eyes. It was only then that Mel noticed his chest was bare, and her breath caught in her throat as her eyes wandered over his wide, muscular shoulders, thick, brawny, bronze-skinned chest and lower. His abs were washboard ripped, each muscle delineated under his skin, and she had the urge to lick the outline of each ripple. But when her gaze moved lower, her breath backed up, and she started to cough. The size of his erect cock gave her pause, and she was no blushing virgin.
His hard dick was a long, tumescent rod with a purplish-red broad cap and thick, extended shaft. The tip of his cock reached just past his navel, and the circumference was so large, she was tempted to place her wrist next to it to compare.
Then all thought fled when Kris licked the tip of his tongue over her engorged clit. She exhaled on a sob of pleasure and was about to look down at him when Johnny started kissing her again. Jules was suckling at her breasts, alternating from one throbbing tip to the other.
Kris wrapped his arms around her upper thighs and spread her wide. His tongue flicked over her pearl and then caressed down her folds before dipping into her creamy well. He growled and slurped as he licked up all her juices, and then his tongue was back at the top of her cunt. A large finger rimmed her hole then pressed in, causing her to clamp down with pleasure, but then the pleasure turned to bliss as he began to penetrate her deeper still. His digit slid in and out of her pussy, massaging along her sensitive walls, enflaming the friction as it built a bit at a time.
The pressure built higher and higher, and just as she was about to go over, Kris withdrew his finger from inside of her and his mouth from her clit. She drew in great gasps of air as the tension began to wane, and then Kris rolled from the bed.
“W–what are you doing?”
“I need to get naked, honey. When you come, we want to be inside of you.” Kris ripped his shirt down the front, and he tugged it off of his arms and threw it to the floor. His hands dropped to his jeans, and she gasped when he opened them and shoved them down his hips. He was commando, and his long, thick cock bobbed up and down before settling and pointing right at her, like a honing beacon.
He cursed when he tried to step out of his jeans and gave her a sheepish smile as he bent down to pull his boots and socks from his feet before kicking his jeans away. She gulped as she studied his manly, muscular physique. He and his brothers were so damn big, yet she wasn’t scared of them. A little wary, maybe, but definitely not scared.
“Do you like what you see, honey?” Kris gave her a wicked smile and winked at her just before one of his large hands wrapped around his cock and began to pump up and down his hard length.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” she said a little incredulously.
Kris frowned. “No. Why would I be?”
“Shit. All three of you are so fucking big and hot and sexy. Did I mention hot?”
“That you did, sweetheart.” Johnny smiled.
“Do you like our naked bodies, babe?” Jules flicked a finger over a nipple, causing her to whimper.
“Like…” She paused to lick dry lips and try to regulate her breathing. “Like is too weak a word.”
“Are you ready for me, Melanie?” Johnny pressed a hand to her shoulder, and she lay back down. He immediately straddled her hips, his hands enveloping her breasts and kneading them.
“I’ve been ready for days,” she answered honestly. “I don’t know why I was so…hesitant.”
“You needed more time, babe.” Jules licked her earlobe. “It might have been hard for us—pun intended—but we wanted to respect your wishes. You don’t know yet how important a mate is to a wolf, but you will.”
“I understand this pull to you is more than physical, but I still have so much to learn about you. And you guys know next to nothing about me. Why haven’t you asked me any questions?” Mel felt insecurity hit, and her heart ached.
“We want to know everything there is to kno
w about you, sweetheart.” Johnny kissed her lightly on the lips before straightening again. “But we couldn’t be close to you and keep our wolves under control. We didn’t want to wreck everything by doing something stupid.”
“Like what?” she asked breathlessly as Kris and Jules each plucked at her nipples when Johnny released her breasts.
“Like mating you without your permission,” Jules answered.
“You really would have done that?”
“Not intentionally,” Kris replied. “But our wolves have been pushing us hard to mate and mark you.”
“Will it hurt?”
“Will what hurt, Mel?” Johnny positioned his legs inside of hers and then nudged her thighs wider. He dipped a finger into her pussy, and then, as she watched, he lifted his hand to his mouth and lapped up her cream. “Fuck, you taste amazing, sweetheart. I need to taste more.”
He shimmied down the bed and lay on his stomach with his head hovering over her cunt.
“What was the question you needed answered, mate?”
It took Mel a couple of moments to remember what it was she wanted to know. She didn’t think anyone would blame her for becoming distracted with so much sexy male flesh on display, nor the fact that she was so horny she couldn’t think straight. Finally she remembered and asked her question. “Will it hurt when you mark me?”
Jules palmed her cheek, drawing her gaze. “The bite will hurt for a moment, but if we time it right, you will hardly notice.”
“Time it right?” she asked.
“We’ll each bite you just as you’re about to come,” Kris explained, his voice dropping more and more with each word he spoke.
“All at once?” she gasped, her muscles tightening with a little trepidation.
“No, sweetheart.” Johnny’s gaze dropped to her pussy, and he began to trace light circles over her clit. “We will mate and mark you one at a time. But don’t for a minute think we won’t ever take you together because we will. We just have to work you up to that though, so we won’t hurt you.”
