An Alpha's Need (Four Wicked Beginnings with BBWs, Billionaires, Soldiers and Shifters)

by Christa Wick

  I had always refused to give in, refused to choose. But I also always waited to pull away until after they had managed a kiss, a stroke, a hand skipping along the fabric covering my mound or breast, their lips at my throat.

  You belong to me, Gracie.

  They'd both said it -- in the flesh and in their letters and phone calls during their two deployments overseas. It was only in the last few months they'd let up, but the look in their eyes, right in front of their own mothers no less, told me neither man was finished trying.

  "Fuck...oh..." I pushed the little Whizzard deeper, the heat starting to pool low in my belly.

  I'd let another man take my virginity. Stupid me, I married him and was treated like shit -- like his fat little pity fuck and personal slave until, to the great mortification of my family, I divorced his ass. All because I couldn't choose, wouldn't doom my friendship or watch as the undeniable brotherly love Chase and Roman had for one another turned to hate.

  I clicked the wand's vibration setting to high and tried to stop thinking about either of the two. I needed to come and come and come again until I was all wrung out, exhausted and immune to their advances and mouth-watering bodies.

  Above the drone of the vibrator, my cell phone began to buzz next to me. Not thinking, I looked at it, the text of an incoming message from Roman readable.

  Wear that dress you had on at the airfield.

  The hell I would! I thoroughly intended to put on jeans and the biggest pair of granny panties I could find.

  The phone vibrated again, this time Chase's number preceding the text.

  No panties, baby girl, or I'll spank you.

  Sweet Jesus, they were texting me in unison. Growling, I cursed the wand for only having two speed settings. And then I cursed my two best friends. Those glorious bastards had been on Georgia soil for less than four hours and were already ruining my sex life.

  Such as it was.

  ********************

  Damn me if I didn't wear the sundress -- with panties, thank you very much. Even so, I still felt all kinds of naked walking into the dimly lit interior of Elma's. It seemed like every damn eye in the bar turned my way. It might have been the wholesome appearance of the white sundress filled out with my plump curves, but I thought I saw a couple of the men stand a little taller, while a snarl or two crept along the faces of the women next to them.

  Elma was probably the only place in town where a girl my size could get that kind of reaction. It was the home of low expectations. Still, I was ready to spin on my heels and retreat to my Jeep when Chase emerged from beyond the far end of the bar.

  Meeting me halfway down the middle of the room, he cupped my elbow and guided me to a corner booth. The table with its curving bench seat had to be the darkest spot in the entire place. The light hanging over the table was out and only the barest illumination from the next booth showed Roman waiting with three Coke bottles on ice.

  With Roman along one side of the seat and Chase directing me to the other side, it was clear they planned on sticking me between them. Right where the bar's other lights didn't seem to penetrate at all.

  I eased my way around the cushion to the center. Roman slid left towards me and Chase piled in behind me. He hadn't said anything out at the airfield, but the minute his ass hit the booth's seat, Chase lifted one lock of my artificially blonde hair and cocked an eyebrow at me.

  I scowled at him. "You try getting a job at Adams-Pennington Real Estate without blonde hair."

  The job also required a minimum of D cups, but those I could claim naturally.

  A small click at the back of Roman's throat had me looking right.

  "Grabby-hands Pennington knows we'll break every bone in his body if he harasses you, right?"

  Chase dropped the strand of hair and leaned closer, adding a single word to Roman's threat. "Twice."

  Picking up the unopened Coke bottle in front of me, I popped the cap and took a hard swallow. "I'll figure out a discreet way to inform him."

  "How about you qui--"

  Roman made another one of his clicking noises, stopping Chase before he could finish his sentence. The idea that Chase wanted me to quit was preposterous. I could barely afford my rent and vehicle as it was, and any thought of college had flown right out the window -- along with my savings -- with the divorce attorney's bill.

  "We didn't bring you here to talk about Pennington." Roman traced a finger along the back of my shoulders, the motion sending a shiver all the way down to my toes.

  Not to be outdone, Chase smoothed his hand across the top of my thigh as he leaned in and placed his lips against the side of my neck. His fingers plucked against my sundress for a second before he offered a small growl. "Are these panties, baby?"

  Wrapping both hands around the bottle, I started to vibrate -- or parts of me did. The threat of a spanking from Chase did weird things to my body, but I ignored it and smiled at Roman. "Of course you didn't bring me here to talk about my boss. You need a chauffeur since you can't exactly pick up your car from your parents without Maxine knowing you lied about equipment watch."

  Curling his hand around my bicep, Roman started to slowly stroke the side of my breast with his thumb. "Wrong, beautiful."

  Chase moved his hand down to my knee and then his fingers started a slow crawl up under the skirt of the dress.

  "You!" I hissed and slapped at his hand.

  His progress unhampered, Chase laughed. "No one can see, baby."

  "He's right." Roman's touch became bolder, this thumb sliding forward to trace my swollen nipple. "We unscrewed the light to make sure no one can see you, Gracie."

  Surprised by the coordinated attack, I gasped. This wasn't like them. They would do anything short of intentional injury to keep the other from touching me. Now they were both openly teasing my flesh.

  "What the hell, guys?" I whispered, afraid of what I might see if I dared to look at either of them.

  "Hell is right, Gracie." Chase's voice was as solemn as if he stood in church with Pastor Brown looking on. "Hell is where we've been -- and the only thing outside of each other that pulled us through it was you."

  "We both want you. That hasn't changed." Roman's mouth lit just below my ear, his tongue laving along my jaw line as his fingers took a little pinch of my flesh. I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from moaning as my wet pussy slowly soaked through my panties.

  Chase surfed his fingers along my inside thigh, a harsh groan escaping him as he touched the moist fabric of my underwear. "Only now we're willing to share."

  I stiffened and they both felt it, each reacting differently. Roman's response was to touch me more lightly and murmur softly against my ear to just hear them out. Chase's grip on me tightened, his words far from placating.

  "Baby, you belong to us. There's no arguing it."

  Roman growled at him. "You're going to get her back up if you go ordering her around like that."

  I crossed my legs, surprised when Chase let me break his hold on me. "What makes either of you think I want to be shared?"

  "Your wet panties." Chase answered first and earned another disapproving growl from Roman. He laughed it off, the pad of his thumb flicking across my neck in a rough caress before he took a soft nip. "It's true. You're drenched, baby girl."

  Ignoring him, Roman grabbed my chin and coaxed me into looking at him. "Is it crazy of us to think you love us -- that if it weren't for the one, you'd be with the other?"

  I closed my eyes. They thought they had me, that they knew me so damn well.

  Problem was -- they did.

  Roman kissed me full on the mouth. Alongside me, Chase stiffened but remained quiet. I tried to pull out of the kiss, but that would have left me pressing against Chase, who was all too ready to toss me over his shoulder and carry me out. I could feel the tension running through him, hear the erotic threat of domination with each carefully drawn breath he took to control his urges.

  So I let Roman kiss me, let his tongue part my l
ips and his open palm find my breast. A little moan gurgled at the back of my throat and he released me.

  Breathing hard, he pulled back, his green eyes almost glowing as he watched my face. "We just want to talk it over with you, Gracie. Give us that at least."

  "All you've been talking it over with are your hands," I bit out. I could have added that they'd used their tongues and lips and -- sweet Lord -- what felt like Chase's very large erection butting against my hip as he turned into me.

  Stop it, Gracie, stop it right now!

  I did not need to think about Chase's cock. More than a dozen years hanging out at lakes and pools with them, I had a good idea of how much steel they both packed. I'm not some kind of size queen, but they each had far more than a couple mouthfuls of meat between their legs and all the wet, tingling bits of my body grew damper at the thought.

  Chase backed out of the bench and reached into his wallet. Pulling a twenty out, he tossed it next to the bucket of ice. "Well then, let's go someplace more conducive to using words."

  He wasn't fooling me, not with the way his dark eyes burned through me. But I wanted out of Elma's pretty badly. Whether I wound up throwing one hell of a tantrum or surrendering, I didn't want to do it in a crowded bar with curious onlookers. As big and transitory as the base's population was, there were still places like Elma's where half the people knew at least one of our parents.

  I snatched my purse up and headed for the front door, my Jeep keys already out.

  A hint of daylight had played across the western horizon on my arrival. It was completely gone when I exited the bar. A single bare bulb over the front door cast a feeble light for a few feet. I stepped out of its circle and headed for my Jeep.

  Hearing Roman and Chase exit behind me, I glanced in their direction and froze.

  "Rock, paper, scissors?" I hissed. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

  Chase won, a wolfish smile cutting across his face. "Just deciding who drives, baby."

  "It's my vehicle. I'm driving." I yanked on the door, my frustration causing me to drop the keys. I looked down. Not seeing them, I took a step back and swore.

  The keys had bounced off the dirt and gravel and were about twelve inches under the Jeep. I hesitated half a second too long over getting my dress dirty to retrieve them. That was all the time it took for Chase to reach me and gently hold me back while Roman scooped the keys up.

  "I won." Chase tried to steer me toward the back seat. "He's driving."

  I attempted a quick twist to free myself. "I'm riding up front."

  "No, baby, you're riding in the back with me."

  "The hell I am!" The front had bucket seats and a center gear box that would separate me from whomever was driving, making it a hell of a lot harder for either of them to keep trying to persuade me with their hands.

  I twisted free.

  Chase pulled me back.

  I was just getting ready to raise hell with him when the bar's front door opened again and three of Elma's biggest, drunkest patrons weaved their way out. They glanced our way in slow motion.

  Chase placed his palm along my lower back, no real pressure in his touch as he worked the situation to his advantage. "You really want to argue this out here, baby?"

  Pumped with adrenaline, his tone crackled in anticipation of a good old-fashioned brawl. I looked to Roman, but he just lifted a brow. If it would coax me into the Jeep, he was more than ready to leverage my desire to protect their dumb asses from some drunks mistaking my distress for something it wasn't. I had no doubt Chase and Roman, together or alone, could handle the three men, but they'd have hell to pay when their company commander found out. Duty restrictions, lost rank, not to mention the security clearances they both had.

  I climbed into the back seat, Chase close behind me, and put my seat belt on. "You're both assholes."

  Starting the Jeep's engine, Roman looked back at me and winked. "Yeah, beautiful, but we're your assholes."

  ********************

  Chase didn't bother putting his seat belt on. The second we cleared Elma's, he slid close to me. One hand smoothed across my stomach to take possession of my far hip. His other hand pressed against the back of my neck to draw my face to his.

  "You know we'd never hurt you, baby."

  I knew it, but I was spoiling for an argument after they had manipulated me into temporary compliance. "You've been threatening to spank me."

  "Mmm..." He dipped his head, his voice purring against my ear. "There's a world of difference between being hurt and my spanking you, baby girl. You'll learn that soon enough."

  My pussy, already wet, became a breached dam, cream pushing from me as flesh bumps shimmied across my skin at his rough promise.

  "I felt that, you know." His lips teased along the edge of my jaw. Letting go of my hip, he cupped my right breast.

  "It doesn't mean anything." I pushed at him, feeling like I had every right to be mad no matter how soaked my panties were.

  "The hell it doesn't." His hand dropped from my breast straight to the hem of my dress while his mouth claimed mine.

  Either one kissing me made me want to melt, but their approaches were completely different. Roman gave a girl time to prepare, to decide how little or how much she was ready for. Chase took the scorched earth approach, his lips a hot brand that promised to leave my mouth swollen and bruised before he was finished with me.

  Deepening the kiss, he pushed the skirt of my dress up. The back of his knuckles grazed the fabric of my panties, the pressure just enough to tease the spine of my clit. My hips crested and he pressed harder as he took a second swipe.

  I clutched at the bunched up skirt, fighting a building moan. I didn't want either of them to know how aroused I was. Chase would take it as my capitulation and there was no missing the tension emanating from Roman in the front seat as Chase teased my heated flesh.

  I tried to pull away. I brought my hands up to my breasts, my palms facing forward as I pushed helplessly at the massive chest pinning me to the seat.

  Chase broke the kiss long enough for me to gulp in a fresh breath of air and then he was on me again, his tongue driving into my mouth as his hand gathered the gusset of my panties to one side. The callused pad of one finger brushed the seam of my pressed labia. He dipped a finger between my lower lips, the tip swirling as he traced the ring of my cunt.

  "Sopping, baby. So hot and ready, why are you resisting?"

  I started to tremble, my brain barely registering that the Jeep had slowed. Looking out the front window, I realized we had pulled into the parking lot of my apartment building. Starting to panic, I grabbed at Chase's hand and tried to twist away from his teasing fingers.

  My gaze pleading, I looked between the two. "No. We're not going in...I..."

  Chase relented, or so I thought.

  Bringing his hand up, he smeared my juices across my lips in a slow tease before capturing my face and pulling me into another kiss. I heard the click of my seat belt and then he dragged me onto his lap. My right leg angled to the side as the front passenger seat butted against my knee.

  The dress skirt up around my waist, I was splayed open, just my panties protecting my pussy from their hungry eyes. I felt a third hand on me as Roman leaned into the back seat. He ran his fingers over my knee, up my thigh. Reaching down, Chase tugged the crotch of my panties to the side once more, giving Roman better access to my thick labia and the usually concealed clit so swollen it protruded.

  Groaning, Chase buried his face against my throat. "Look at it jump, Gracie. You're all but coming as it is."

  He was right. The contractions running through my cunt were strong enough to jerk the flesh of my clit up with each pulse. My thighs flexed rhythmically and I knew that behind the curtain of my lower lips, the muscle guarding my entrance was opening and closing with each twitch that ran through me.

  "No..." A weak whine was all the denial I could muster. It evaporated on contact as Roman extended one finger and lightly ran it over the tip
of my dancing bud.

  The finger dipped lower, invaded me without a whisper of protest. Stroking deep inside my cunt, Roman caught my gaze and held it. "You are going inside with us. We're going to strip you and then we're going to sample every inch of your luscious flesh, Gracie. Together."

  My breathing stilled, the blood slowing in my veins until my limbs were dead weighted with arousal. Now two fingers deep and curling, Roman started to stroke the knot of tissue just inside my entrance.

  "Baby," Chase whispered, gently chewing at my ear. "You're going to come here in the Jeep where anyone and everyone can see and hear or in your bed. Which is it going to be?"

  "Bed." A word, a moan. Hell, maybe I just thought it instead of speaking, but they knew they had me anyway.

  I felt the curve of Chase's smile against my jaw line as he planted a kiss before releasing me. Heart thundering in my chest, I let them straighten my skirt and the bodice of the dress before they tenderly removed me from the back seat and walked with me between them to my apartment.

  Roman unlocked the door and ushered us in. As soon as we cleared the threshold, Chase scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom. Placing me on my feet next to the bed, he turned me so that my back faced Roman. "Zipper."

  "You want to give her a chance to catch her breath?" Roman joked before he stepped behind me and started to slowly ease the zipper down the length of my back.

  "Breathing's good." Chase pushed the shoulder straps down my arms, his gaze ravenous as the bodice dropped to my waist and the top of my breasts were fully exposed. He looked up for half a second before he popped the front clasp on my demi bra. "Thinking's not."

  Apparently he hadn't gotten the message. Thought was no longer possible. Most of my brain was numb, only the pleasure centers jumped with activity.

  Whether or not my mental state was obvious, Chase wasn't taking any chances. One hand on my shoulder, he contorted at the waist. Fast as a cat, he dropped his other hand and hooked the underside of my knee. One quick tug had me on my back on the mattress, the dress in a pool on the floor.