by Cara Morgan
“I’ll give him a chance.” She glanced at the windows. They were dark now, reflecting the kitchen and her mates. Jack and Carson moved through the image in the glass, joking with one another as they tidied up. She frowned. “He won’t stay out there all night, will he?”
Case shook his head and stood. “He’ll be back. How is the heat?”
“Good for now.”
Case looked mildly disappointed. “Want to watch a movie?”
“Sure.” She smiled. “I’d like that.”
After cleaning up from dinner, they retired to the family room which was downstairs. It was like a dark, cozy den with an enormous television and sectional. After some repositioning, Maggie found herself sprawled between Case and Jack, watching the latest superhero reboot. Her head rested in Case’s lap. Jack had one of her feet cradled in his warm hands. Eli had claimed the recliner and had fallen asleep before the first chase scene. Carson sat on the floor by her hip, his head resting near her hand.
This was heaven.
She toyed with the ends of Carson’s hair. Thick and slightly wavy, it appeared almost black in the dim light. He tipped his head away from her as she moved her hand, exposing the strong line of his throat. She could see the beat of his pulse beneath his skin, and her wolf gave a pleased growl.
Hers.
Carson wouldn’t have let himself be so vulnerable with anyone not of his pack. He’d kept a wall up between them until the moment she’d claimed him. Now, she could barely remember why she’d hesitated.
Jack pulled off her sock. “You’re not watching the movie.”
She looked back at the screen. “I got distracted.”
“Hmm.” Jack slid his thumb along the arch of her foot in a gentle glide.
In the movie, the hero had somehow managed to lose his shirt. Last week, she might have been interested in the actor’s finely sculpted muscles, but the man on the screen had nothing on her mates. He was pretty, but far too soft, too human to ever satisfy her. She knew that now. Her wolf had always known it.
Case traced the shell of her ear with his fingertip, and a shiver chased down her spine. The heat was already beginning to rise. It never completely went away anymore. Always simmering just below the surface, it built with slow, inevitable strength until there was no denying the hunger.
Her mates talked about the females who went human as if they were weak, but Maggie couldn’t imagine the strength it would take to fight against the urges of her body. It would be an all out battle with the wolf. If Eli hadn’t come upon her when he had, she would be in the cabin now, her mind ripped apart by an angry, frustrated wolf. Instead, she was here, surrounded by her mates and all she had to do when the heat rose was call upon them to help her ride out the storm.
That storm was beginning to gather force. Case’s hand paused in its slow drift down her throat.
“Now?” he asked softly.
Her body vibrated, every cell responding to the deep sound of his voice. Jack’s hand closed around her ankle, and her pussy flooded with moisture. She rolled onto her back so she could look up at Case. “I can wait until the movie is over.”
Probably. She could probably make it through the rest of the movie without tearing anyone’s clothes off. She’d put her odds at 70-30. Jack’s open palm slid up her leg to her knee and she bit back a groan.
Okay, maybe 30-70.
Case placed his thumb on her lower lip and pressed slightly, opening her mouth. “You know what happens when you try to deny your wolf. I won’t see you in pain.”
“It’s only an hour.”
Case’s thumb dipped inside her mouth. “The wolf won’t abide by your schedule, honey. Stop trying to manage her. Let us take care of you.”
She caught the tip of his thumb between her teeth and bit him lightly before letting him go. His eyes flickered with wolflight.
“You really don’t mind?”
Case laughed. “Hell no, I don’t mind. I’ve only been waiting for another chance to have you.”
He stood, pulling her to her feet. Releasing her hand, he immediately began to undress. She couldn’t help but stare at the lean body that was revealed bit by bit. She could see the bones in his shoulders and hips, see how the muscles slid beneath his skin as he moved.
He noticed her staring and the corner of his mouth edged up in a smile. “Do I have to chase you down again to get you to take off your clothes?”
“You never did catch me.”
He raised an eyebrow, and a shiver passed through her body. Right. A chase would take too long. She didn’t feel like screwing around. She was hungry. She pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside. Case’s gaze fixed greedily on her bare breasts. Her nipples tightened to sharp, needy points.
“It’s getting stronger,” she said. “The heat. It keeps getting stronger, coming faster.”
“I told you that’s the way it works.”
“You did. I couldn’t imagine it getting stronger then.”
“And now?”
She cupped her breasts, trying to ease the ache. It didn’t seem to help. “I still can’t imagine it getting stronger.”
“I can,” Case said. “I can’t stop imagining it. You wet and needy, just waiting to be filled. Taking us one after the other. Two or three at a time.”
God, she wanted that. Her body trembled. She shouldn’t want it.
Case slid his fingers into her waistband and closed his fist on the material to draw her close. Her nipples scraped against his chest and she groaned. He sat on the edge of the couch and pulled her pants down her legs.
She stepped free of the tangle of fabric around her feet as Case slid his hands up the backs of her calves. She’d never thought of her skin as particularly sensitive, but the glide of Case’s fingers along the backs of her knees sent a jolt of sensation racing up her legs to her clit.
When she pushed her hips toward him, he laughed softly. Wrapping his hands around her thighs, he urged her to open for him, and when she obliged, he buried his face between her legs. Licking through her folds with long, lazy strokes, he fed on her as if she were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. His tongue sank into her pussy, her legs buckled and Case drew her down to his lap, positioning her so she straddled his thighs.
He smiled up at her, his lips gleaming with the moisture from her body. “I wasn’t done.”
“Good.” She rolled her hips, sliding along the hard length of his erection.
His hands bit into her hips pushing her back. “Tell me what you want.”
“Your cock,” she said. The words sounded foreign on her tongue. Dark and dirty. Her voice was a hoarse whisper. “I want you inside me—inside my pussy.”
His hands rotated forward to meet between her spread legs. His thumbs slid through her folds from her clit to the entrance of her pussy. He pressed inside, just an inch, and then moved his thumbs in a small circular motion.
“God, you’re wet. You’re melting on my hand. This is where you want me?”
“Ye-es. Yes.”
He leaned back against the cushions, pulling her with him. He pressed his face against her breast and licked the nearly healed mark he’d made when she’d claimed him. A reminder. She belonged to him as much as he belonged to her.
“Only me?” he asked roughly.
“I’m okay with the others touching me if you are.”
“We’ll see.”
He fisted his free hand around the base of his cock and urged her to her knees. Placing the blunt head at her entrance, he raised his hips to wet the flared tip with the moisture from her body.
“Go on,” he said roughly. “You take me when you’re ready.”
“Are you ready?”
His yellow eyes flicked up to hers. “Always.”
She lowered herself slowly, feeling herself stretch to accommodate his thick, hard flesh. When he was only an inch or so in, Case released his cock to grab hold of her hips. She adjusted her position and then slid smoothly down his shaft, taking all
of him.
So full. So perfect. So right.
She let out an unsteady breath and kissed him again. He opened his mouth, welcoming her inside. His tongue stroked hers, and he raised his hips, nudging deeper, encouraging her to move.
She did, awkwardly at first until she found her rhythm. She liked this position, the deep slide and pull of Case’s cock. She liked the way his breath hitched when she squeezed him just so, and the sense of power it gave her over this incredibly strong man. Case was always so serious and in control. She could see the wildness in his glittering eyes. She wanted him to let it out.
Adjusting the angle of her body, she leaned forward so the tips of her nipples dragged against his chest. He groaned, a deep broken sound that caused her internal muscles to ripple in anticipation.
Yes, she thought. Just like that.
But Case didn’t give up control so easily. When he opened his eyes, he looked at a point behind her and gave a slight nod. She heard Jack and Carson move forward.
“Calling in reinforcements?” she asked.
“You’re more than I can handle alone.”
Ha! She didn’t think there was anything that Case couldn’t handle. What threat was she to him?
She allowed Case to ease her back on his thighs. Jack and Carson bracketed her on either side, like a pair of naughty bookends. Jack’s tongue, cold and wet, traced the areola on her left breast. Carson lifted her right breast to his mouth, latched onto her nipple and sucked hard.
Oh, God.
For a second, she froze, overwhelmed by sensation. The scrape of Jack’s beard on her skin. The hot suck of Carson’s mouth. Case, flexing his hips to move inside her, keeping their rhythm when she faltered.
She looked down. Two heads, both dark-haired. Two mouths at her breasts. Jack caught her nipple between his teeth and flicked the tip with his tongue. Carson tugged at her with slow, deep pulls, small noises of pleasure humming in his throat.
Case watched her, wolflight glowing in his eyes. She started to reach for him, but Jack and Carson were in the way. They caught her wrists and drew her hands down to their waiting cocks.
Open. She was spread open. Her arms, her thighs, her body. Completely vulnerable.
Case was demonstrating his control over her. She chose the pack, but he was reminding her that he was still in charge. The others danced to his tune and probably always would. At the moment, she couldn’t find it in her to care. Especially not when he was using his power to make her feel like this.
Case moved his hand between their bodies. Lightly—so lightly she could barely feel it at first—he laid a single fingertip against the hood of her clit. He let the rock of their bodies do the work, the pressure increasing as she rolled her hips forward and then receding as she sank onto his cock.
His cock seemed to swell even bigger, dragging against her inner walls as she moved on him. Jack and Case were getting harder too, both of them pumping eagerly into her hands while they sucked at her breasts. Case slid his finger lower. She whimpered at the loss of contact, but he returned a moment later to coat her clit with the moisture he gathered from her pussy. He increased the pressure. Her hands fisted, and both Jack and Carson groaned.
Without warning Case stood, breaking Jack and Carson’s hold on her. With his cock still planted inside her, he turned and laid her flat on the couch. One arm banded low on her back and the other cradled her head.
He drove deep, but not too deep. Even now, he was holding back. The tempo of his thrusts changed, becoming sharper and quicker. He pounded into her, terrible in his control, relentlessly pushing her higher with each powerful stroke.
She let go, surrendering herself completely. Her hands slid from his shoulders, and he growled, a satisfied, completely masculine sound that pushed her right over the edge.
Her back arched and her pussy gripped his cock in rhythmic pulses as he continued to fuck her. She cried out and tossed back her head. His teeth sank into her neck, bracketing her pulse. The arm around her hips lifted her, locking her tight against him. He was strong, her mate. Strong and passionate and true.
His body tightened, every muscle locked rigid for a moment, and then he lifted his head with a roar as he filled her with his seed. It splashed hotly against her womb. His pleasure rippled through their bond, feeding her own fading orgasm, drawing it out and making her muscles clench with the echo of his release.
Gradually, his thrusts slowed, becoming almost lazy as he continued to pump into her for several seconds longer before going still. His head hung down. A trickle of sweat ran along the side of his neck. She lifted her head to catch it on her tongue.
Case opened his eyes to look at her, wolflight still blazing in his eyes. The line of his mouth softened in an achingly sweet smile.
She lifted her hand to his cheek. “I love you.”
She froze, appalled that she’d spoken the words aloud. He’d think she was crazy for falling in love with him so quickly. The mating bond was one thing, a purely biological drive. Love was another thing altogether. He’d never asked her for that. She didn’t know if he even wanted her love.
She couldn’t read the expression on Case’s face.
She looked away, but her gaze fell on Jack and Carson, not more than a few feet away. They’d heard her too. She could read their expressions just fine—surprise and sympathy.
She shifted under Case, wanting to get up.
“I…I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I don’t know—”
“Maggie.”
Wincing, she looked up at him. He braced himself on his elbows, lifting his hands to capture her face. His gaze was as soft as she’d ever seen it. Gentle, when she knew Case wasn’t really a gentle man. He could be kind though. Maybe that’s what she was seeing—kindness and pity.
He dipped his head to brush her lips with a tender kiss. “I love you, too.”
“You don’t have to say—”
“I knew it from the beginning. My wolf did.”
“Your wolf? That’s instinct and hormones and...”
“Magic.” His smile widened. “Don’t forget the magic. It’s what makes us what we are. Magic bred into our bones. What else is love? You were made for me. My wolf recognized it first, but I knew. I didn’t want to put you under any more pressure than you were already under, or I would have said it sooner.”
Tears pricked her eyes. “You would have?”
He kissed the corner of one eye and then the other. “Thank you for the gift of giving me the words first.”
He rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. She could feel the peace in his body, his heavy limbs and softening cock, his breath that slowed and mingled with hers. The truth of his words sank into her. He loved her. This amazing, wonderful man knew all about the animal living in her soul. He saw all of her, and he loved her.
With a sigh, Case withdrew from her body and stood. He glanced at Jack and Carson who had withdrawn several feet but still watched her hungrily.
“Do you have the energy or should I chase them away?”
Her wolf stretched lazily and turned her attention to the two young males. She should be sated, ready to sleep, but the wolf wanted more. The wolf wanted Jack and Carson. She wanted Eli, who was still sleeping like a log in the recliner. She wanted Declan who was out roaming the woods.
And Maggie was done fighting with her wolf.
Chapter Three
Jack and Carson stalked toward her, outlined by the flickering light from the television. Carson’s expression was tight, but Jack smiled at her as he lifted her hand. He drew her fingers to his lips. His whiskers tickled her skin before he brushed a kiss against the back of her knuckles.
His blue eyes met her hers. “Both of us, or one at a time?”
She shivered at the question. Could she take both of them? Did she want to? Carson had complicated feelings for Jack. She shouldn’t be jealous of that, especially when she’d just had sex with their alpha while they both watched. She’d sworn her love to C
ase, and she wasn’t quite ready to admit the same to them. They could all love each other, but love each other in different ways, couldn’t they?
Jack held himself back, watching her while she considered the question. She looked at Carson, but his expression was unreadable.
“I want both.”
Jack’s fingers tightened on hers, and she felt a quiver of apprehension.
“Can we take it slowly? I don’t know how much I can handle.”
Her wolf wasn’t worried about her fragile human body. Her wolf only cared about filling the hunger. Maggie cared very much about her fragile human body. She might heal faster than a normal human, but Jack and Carson were very strong. She could see their wolves in their eyes, feel the hungry animals shivering beneath the surface of their human skins, wanting to come out. The beasts wanted to consume her, and if they broke her body now, she couldn’t shift to repair the damage.
Carson moved closer and gently brushed the hair from her face. “Trust the wolf, Maggie. Trust us. We won’t push you too hard.” The corner of his wide mouth lifted in a wry smile. “Unless you command it.”
That teased a smile to her lips. They weren’t strangers, even though she didn’t know them very well yet. They were her mates, and they’d keep their wolves in check.
“Come here.” Carson pulled her toward the center of the room. He grabbed a fur throw that was folded over the back of a wooden chest and he laid it on the floor. Lowering himself to stretch out on it, he held out his hand.
When she moved to stand over him, his eyes warmed. “You wouldn’t believe how beautiful the view is from down here, Jack.”
Jack placed a hand on her shoulder and exerted just a little pressure, guiding her to her knees. “I believe it.”
Gathering her hair at the nape of her neck, he tugged, gently forcing her face up. He stared for a moment at her breasts before meeting her gaze. “The view is just as fine from up here.”
Carson’s hands covered her breasts and she instinctively tried to lower her head to see what he was doing. Jack’s fist in her hair prevented the motion.
