Lorie OClare - Lunewulf 1 - Packlaw.jpg

by Packlaw(lit)

  “Look at you.” He pulled her into his arms, wrapping her in the heat of his body, his strength feeding her. “You are mine, Sophie. I’ll share you with your other two mates, but, my sweet little lunewulf bitch, you are mine.”

  Chapter Three

  There had been other bitches, willing women in his pack who would spread their legs in a meadow. Some of them had been quite good, but none of them had been Sophie. He’d watched her throughout high school, and then afterwards, with her sisters at pack meetings, or around town and at parties.

  He knew years ago he would make her his bitch, the mother of his cubs. And maybe he’d expressed that interest to the right people when decisions were made about who would be mated with whom. He would share her, but only under his terms.

  Nik lifted Sophie into his arms, her smooth skin torturing him worse than he thought possible. He couldn’t believe her boldness, not to mention her eagerness to do as he said. Her submission made his cock burn with the need to be inside her. He wanted her cunt, her sweet mouth and her tight ass. He wanted her to know that she belonged to him first.

  I might have to share her cunt, but no one else will fuck her ass. He would hear her swear to that.

  He trusted Sophie, but her word was not enough. He needed the word of her other two mates also. So he’d contacted them. The three of them had discussed her at length. She was a virgin, but a willing fuck. She would respect pack law, even though she seemed shy about fucking them all. He told the other two he would break her in, and bring her along sexually until she was ready.

  She was his. But pack law was pack law. By taking charge, he’d established himself as alpha male and her one true-mate. Lukas and John hadn’t argued. Damn good thing too. It wouldn’t do for a respectable pack member to kill his own kind.

  At the moment, killing was the furthest thing from his mind. Her hot, torturous breath wreaked havoc on his neck. More than anything he wanted to fuck her right now, not carry her away to some isolated spot. His cock burned with a fever he’d never experienced before.

  Fucking her silly would be okay. The act would consummate their mating, make her his. But he wanted her to crave fucking him, beg for his attention. She would love his cock; he could tell by her actions. Her breathing was quick and excited, her breasts smashing against his chest with each inhalation. Lust had swarmed in her eyes since she’d learned they would be mates. If he handled this right, she would beg him to fuck her again and again.

  So he had to be slow, no matter how desperately he wanted to pound her cunt until his cock couldn’t take it anymore.

  He found a quiet area between the trees with a thick patch of needles carpeting the rough ground. When he put her down, his cock strained painfully against the pressure from her lithe body. She wouldn’t know of his personal torment, of the sweet pain she inflicted. Taking Sophie had been his dream for years. He would do it right.

  He ripped his sweatshirt off and spread it over the needles, making a bed for her.

  “I want you to lie down for me.” He worked to sound calm when he wanted to force her to her hands and knees. To grip her ass, then pound her holes while she screamed with pleasure.

  Sophie knelt, looking up at him with wide eyes. “What are you going to do?”

  She sounded shy, her cockiness from before washed from her and replaced with a demure gaze that turned him on more than if she stroked his cock for him.

  It would be easier to show her than tell her. She’d spread her legs, showing off her glorious cunt; its roundness shone with come. Her sweet scent filled the air around them. She smiled and her cheeks turned a beautiful shade of pink. He wanted to kiss her, to tell her what she did to him. To tell her that he had wanted to fuck her for years. But he knew if he got any closer to her right now, he would pound his cock into her and gain only his satisfaction. Tonight would be for both of them.

  Tonight he would make her his for life.

  “Touch me, Nik,” she whispered.

  He hadn’t meant to hold her in suspense while enjoying the feast before him. The beauty of that smooth cunt, widespread slender thighs, round breasts with hardened nipples made her appear a sacrifice, offered to him, and he wished only to worship her beauty for a moment.

  If he touched her, he would ravish her, he was sure of it. Maybe conversation could keep him sane, help him remember how innocent the vixen lying willing in front of him really was.

  “Why do you shave?” He ran a finger over her slit.

  Her body lurched when she reached for him but then hesitated, and her fingers drifted through her silky blonde hair.

  His cock twitched, aching for attention. Instead, he parted her pussy lips, touching her round little clit. Her hips bucked, and she locked her legs around his arm.

  “Nik. Oh my God. Nik.”

  Her orgasm swelled through her, filling him with pride and powerful desire. She would come for him with the simple stroke of his finger. And the way she cried out his name… His adorable bitch would be a wonderful playmate.

  “You are so beautiful.” He couldn’t help but praise her.

  When he reached for her knees, she fought him, peering at him from beneath lowered lids like a wild animal, but finally spread her legs far apart.

  “Good girl. Now answer me.” His fingers trembled while he stroked her pussy, fighting to be gentle, aching to dive deep into her heat, to feel her muscles clamp around him.

  Keep talking. Maintain control. “Tell me why do you shave?”

  “I like how it looks,” she said on a gasp, her mouth forming an “o”.

  He had no argument there. He spread her pussy lips, and her outer muscles clamped on to his finger, soaked him with her hot cream. Her body prepared for another orgasm; her thighs quaked, her breath came in gasps. He slid his finger inside her, imagining his cock sliding into her sweet hole. She was so fucking hot! Her lusty fire burned through him.

  “Do you watch yourself, baby?” He worked another finger into her cunt. Her come seeped out and covered his hand.

  He fucked her with his fingers, pumping them in and out of her wet pussy. Her breath came quick and shallow, and she grabbed her breasts, pulling and squeezing them so that her caramel-colored nipples poked up at him.

  “Sometimes.”

  His balls tightened. Pre-come leaked from his cock. He couldn’t endure the sweet torture any longer. He struggled one-handed with his fly, until he freed his cock from the unbearable confinement. The cold air did nothing to calm the savage heat pulsing through him.

  In and out. His fingers drove deep inside her tight cunt, then slid out slowly, her muscles fighting him. He wanted to bury himself in her heat. Need made it hard to keep his thoughts straight.

  Spreading her legs further, she rocked her ass back and forth, prompting her orgasm. “Oh. Nik.” She rode his fingers, thrusting wildly and clamping down. Hot come drenched his hand. It took more strength than he’d thought he possessed not to come with her.

  Her pussy crushed his fingers, then another spasm forced them from her pussy. He couldn’t pull his gaze from her tiny hole, which remained open for him briefly, before it clamped shut again and thick cream spread toward her ass.

  “I have to taste you, baby.” He adjusted himself between her legs, waiting until she seemed to register what he’d said and looked down at him. “Before I fuck you, I want to lick your come out of you.”

  He willed her to hold his gaze, to watch him feast upon her while he lapped at the come dripping down toward the virgin asshole that would be his alone. When he finally lowered his mouth to her hot cunt, her rich cream intoxicated him. The folds of her pussy were so smooth, so tight.

  “Nik. Oh. Shit.” She shook her head from side to side, her pretty blonde hair splashing over her face.

  He grasped her legs, spreading her, while feasting on her pussy. Shoving his tongue deep, he tasted her fresh lust, and her muscles contracted around him. Then, lifting her higher, he teased her tight ass with his tongue, nipping at it and
watching her come pool at its entrance.

  He rimmed her sweet asshole, imagining how tight she would be when he fucked her there.

  His cock reared like a dangerous creature, swelling and surging with angry life. He needed inside her, needed her tight heat around him. Needed to possess every bit of her.

  “I can’t wait any longer,” he murmured, half to himself. “I’m going to go mad if I don’t fuck you soon.”

  “You’re going to make me your bitch?” Her whispered words wrapped around him, reminding him of the age-old pack tradition. Her virginity, her pureness, her first experience. All of this they would share, making her his bitch, marking their unity.

  When he lifted his head, she studied him, her gaze heavy with lust and curiosity. Her blonde hair was tousled around her face, tangled from her fingers running through it. Her blue eyes looked wild, filled with desire and hesitation that made him crazy with lust. Then uncertainty pooled in her eyes, and her mouth puckered into an almost pout. Her body stiffened; her worry fragranced the air around them.

  “My sweet little lunewulf bitch. My glorious Sophie.” Needing to kiss that growing pout off her face, he smiled and raised himself over her. “You’ve been my bitch for years.”

  She gasped, a radiant shade of pink warming her cheeks—he’d said what she wanted to hear. Sophie wanted to be his bitch.

  He wouldn’t let her down. Their union would be forever. He would bring her his kill, lay it at her feet, adoring her always.

  And he would make sure she knew she belonged to him first and foremost.

  His cock burned with a fever to prove himself to her. Knowing she wanted him, needed him, he placed his swollen cockhead against her pussy. She opened her mouth to cry out, and he captured her plea with his kiss. Her tongue darted out but retreated just as quickly.

  Her shyness excited him. The eagerness of her body filled the air around them with her luscious scent. Hot and ready. Her mouth was sweet, a mixture of cheese, potato chips, and the lingering tang of beer. He fucked her mouth with his tongue, lost in the desire to pound into her pussy.

  “Fuck me, Nik.” She breathed her words into his mouth. “I’ve waited forever for this.”

  So had he.

  He pressed his engorged cock against her virgin cunt, feeling her open to him. Drenched and ready to be his bitch, she would mate with him, and following the tradition of centuries, be one with him for life.

  She was so tight…so wet…so fucking hot he knew he would lose his mind. “Dear God. Sophie.”

  Control. He had to maintain control or he would change while inside her. Sophie wasn’t ready for that.

  He slid deep, breaking past her fragile hymen. Her heat devoured him, turning his body to flame, drawing out the predator from within his soul.

  “Mine, Sophie.” Molten fire scalded his throbbing cock. She felt so fucking good. “You are mine!”

  She tensed briefly, reminding him to keep his movements slow. “It’s okay, baby. Tell me if I hurt you,” he whispered, and ran his tongue across her shoulder. The scent of outdoors clung to her salty skin.

  “Don’t stop, Nik. I need this so bad. Fuck me. Please fuck me.” Her cries echoed through his feverish mind, added to the chaos of his enraptured senses.

  He arched his back, his bones straining to change, aching to grow and divide. Focusing on her, he lowered his head to suck a puckered nipple, testing it with his teeth.

  She wrapped her legs around him, holding him to her. Her come soaked his balls and dripped over his thighs. He fed off the warm scent of her sex, gliding long and slow, deep into her.

  “Nik. Help me. Nik!” She stiffened, yet another orgasm rippling through her, squeezing his cock with her pussy.

  So tight. And although he wanted her ass, wanted her mouth, her pussy…his pussy…clenched, milked him. He quit fighting back the explosion and his come burst forth, his soul melting into hers.

  Chapter Four

  Nik held himself above her while his cock slowly contracted. His scent enveloped her, powerful and dominating, yet caressing her at the same time. He’d tried to be gentle, but he’d nearly ripped her in two. Terrifying heat burned through her body, scouring a path to her pussy. Her pulse pounded in her cunt.

  Emotions ran through her too fast to understand. Her heart hammered in her chest, matching the pulse in her pussy. Her bones stretched, muscles rippling and contorting around them, veins lengthening and thickening as blood surged through her to the beat of the beast within.

  I’m no longer a virgin.

  Nik had taken her, mated with her. She couldn’t turn back, couldn’t alter her future. Tradition dictated when two werewolves mated, it was for life. She belonged to him, and he belonged to her.

  So many thoughts bombarded her at once. She would have to tell Grandmother. Nik would come for her, take her to his den. Everything would be different now.

  But those thoughts paled next to the onslaught of her newly fucked body. Her pussy burned, felt stretched and swollen, satisfied yet aching. Her nerve endings tingled with excitement and fear.

  “I am your mate,” she whispered, but her words came out garbled. She’d begun the change, and her mouth had stretched.

  She looked up at Nik. So gorgeous, so in control. Those dark blue eyes watching her, protecting her. He smiled and slid his cock out of her. The cold of the night left her as warm fur covered her skin. She rolled over, hurrying to her feet, wanting to dance under the moon. To celebrate with her new mate. But fucking left her weaker than she’d realized; her legs wouldn’t support her.

  Either Nik sympathized with her inability to prevent the change, or deemed it a good idea to be in fur, because he’d allowed the transformation from man to werewolf to sweep through his body as well. He moved over her, nipping and holding the back of her neck until she could stand.

  When her strength returned, he nudged her and grabbed their clothes with his mouth. At the command of her mate, she trotted through the woods. She pranced alongside Nik, working to keep up with his longer stride.

  Her pussy throbbed and come matted the moon-colored fur along her inner thighs. She was all too aware of Nik next to her, his strong alpha scent permeating the air that tickled her nostrils. His powerful muscles rippled under his thick white coat, creating waves of motion that reminded her how hard he had made her come.

  Desire lanced through her. She wanted his cock inside her again already.

  Her pussy ached, but there were other things they could do. She could suck his cock, lick her come from his shaft and taste their mingled juices.

  Or he could take her ass—an act so raw, so carnal, she almost came again just thinking about submitting to him in that way.

  *

  The party had broken up when they reached the backyard of Johann’s place. Nik changed first, his legs growing, white fur becoming flesh. Taut, smooth skin glistening with sweat.

  Her muscles altered and fur disappeared. The night air clung to her skin. Her beautiful lunewulf body, powerful and pure like the glow of the moon, transformed into her human form, slender and petite…and cold.

  “Nik?” She reached for her clothes, then pulled her sweater over her head.

  He stood there naked, clothes in hand, watching her. The darkness added a predatory hardness to his features, accentuated his well-defined chest. He looked dangerous, a wolf to reckon with.

  She breathed deeply, gathering her thoughts. “I’m going to have to do…” His brooding gaze rested heavy on her. “Well you know. I’m going to have to fuck Jonathan and Lukas too.”

  He looked away and tugged his jeans on without commenting.

  “I’m loyal to the pack.” She chewed on her lower lip, searching for words to tell him she was scared, but willing. Nik supported pack law, and she would support him. “I don’t want you to think I’ll be trouble for you as a mate.”

  Nik glanced around the yard. It was quiet now though the scent of beer still drifted through the air. They were alone. The cars wer
e all gone, and she didn’t smell any werewolves around them. She met his gaze when he looked at her.

  “I don’t want to share you with anyone.” He gripped her arms, his tone harsh, biting. “Do you understand me? You are mine!”

  Oh, hell yes! Her heart pounded in her chest at his ferocity. She hadn’t realized until now his true feelings.

  “I’m all yours. And don’t you ever forget it.” She had to know what he planned to do about her two other mates. “But what about pack law?”

  “We’ll honor pack law.” She studied his face. So handsome and sexy, so sure of himself.

  She wanted to walk into that powerful chest, and let his hands caress her worries away. But he had something to tell her; she sensed it.

  “I’ve made arrangements.”

  Her stomach tightened into knots.

  He rubbed her arms, soothing her, obviously smelling her nervousness, and then cupped her face with his hands. “And we’ll do this only if you agree.”

  “Do what?” The plans he’d mentioned to Lukas! Oh… Her mouth went dry.

  “I’ve arranged for Jonathan and Lukas to meet us at my place tomorrow tonight. They’ll fuck you, but I’ll be there. You are my mate, and I will know what my mate experiences.”

  It suddenly seemed hard to breathe. All three of them would be there with her? Her heart pounded in her chest. Would one fuck her, and then another? Or maybe she would do all of them at once? Nervous energy raced through her, but she couldn’t deny the spark of arousal spawned deep in her gut by the thought of a foursome. Three men fucking her at the same time…

  Could she handle it? Did she want to handle it?

  “You’ll be there with them?” She wanted Nik with her, if she decided they would all fuck her together.

  “No wolf will touch you without my being there.” His words shuddered through her, so determined, so full of passion, so caring.