“I can take it. Faster.”
Chris increased his speed. Soon the slaps of him against Ben and Ben against Alex filled the room. “Let’s come together.”
“I can’t hold out much longer,” Ben said.
Chris felt close to the edge himself. “I just need a minute or two.”
“I’m not quite that close,” Alex said. “And I can’t reach my clit.” She blushed.
Chris would never get tired of her embarrassment over talking about sex. “That’s okay. Ben, when you’re ready, bite her.”
“You’re sure that’ll work when I’m not that close?” she said.
His eyes were starting to cross. “Yeah.” He wasn’t that sure, but placebo had to count for something. If she thought she’d come when he bit her, maybe she would. “Soon.” His voice sounded raspy.
Ben’s breathing got heavier and heavier. “Now.” He clamped onto Alex’s shoulder.
She nearly bucked him off with the force of her orgasm. Just seeing her pushed Chris over the edge. Ben was already coming, but Chris bit Ben’s shoulder for good measure. He could tell by Ben’s reaction that it had worked.
Minutes later, he gingerly pulled out. Maybe he wasn’t totally bull-shitting about the endorphins, because damn if he didn’t feel better. He lay down on his side and within seconds they were back in their original position, Alex lying in the middle.
Chris reached out his arm so it lay on Alex’s middle, his fingers resting against Ben’s abs. “I love you.” It didn’t do justice to everything he felt in his heart, but it would have to do.
Ben cupped Chris’ cheek. “I love you, too. Both of you.”
“And I love you both,” Alex said. “So much.”
“This is how it’s going to be forever,” Chris said. “Forever.”
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Author's Note
I really liked writing Chris, Alex and Ben's story; I hope you liked it as much I do! Protecting the Pack is a stand-alone novel, but it's set in the same world as the four-part Stonewall Pack Alpha series. So if you enjoyed this book, check out those novellas to read stories about Jake, Liam, Fiona and other Stonewall characters you met in Protecting the Pack.
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The Alpha's Pack
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The Stonewall Pack Alpha Series #1
An overwhelming lust draws werewolves to their two mates in this otherwise ordinary world. Deirdre, Jake and Sam find each other only to discover they must conquer an intractable foe or be separated forever. Their enemy breaks every rule to get what he wants. Can these three mates overcome their obstacles to find everlasting love?
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Jake had never smelled anything better in his life. It was like earth and sex and home all rolled up together. He’d been looking for a restaurant where he could get some lunch, but ever since he’d smelled that scent, he couldn’t do anything but follow it.
He walked down a sidewalk lined with trees and quaint storefronts. The sun shined bright overhead. He passed a photo store, a butcher, and a book store as the smell grew stronger. As it became overwhelming, he felt himself growing hard. What the hell?
He had no control. Like a siren holding him in her grasp, the smell wrapped around him, sliding over his hair, heating his skin until he felt more turned on than ever before. He knew what this was. There was only one thing this could be.
Jake turned a corner and went down a little alley that opened into a flower-filled courtyard. A woman stood in the middle staring at him, and on the far side of her another man walked through a different alleyway entrance.
He’d found his mates.
Jake approached the woman. She was beautiful, to him. About medium height, shiny brown hair that brushed her shoulders, big blue eyes surrounded by thick lashes. Her skin was that pale that never tans, only burns. Her body was well-muscled yet slender, the perfect she-wolf’s body.
She watched him curiously but without fear. “Hello?”
Jake slid his hands around her waist and buried his nose in her neck. So good. She smelled so damn good.
Another pair of hands brushed against his as they took hold of her hips. Their third pressed his face into the other side of her throat.
“Oh, God,” she whispered.
He lifted his head enough to look into her eyes, their foreheads almost touching. “I’m Jake.”
“Deirdre,” she said.
The other man looked up, his eyes meeting Jake’s. “Sam.”
Sam had light brown hair and blue eyes that were a lighter color than Deirdre’s. He was a little shorter and less bulked up than Jake, but that wasn’t saying much. Jake stood at 6'2" and lifted at the gym regularly in order to enhance his natural wolf strength.
“You don’t smell like Pack,” Sam said. “Deirdre smells like Stonewall Pack, but you…”
Sam smelled like Pack too. They both did, but they smelled like different packs. If Deirdre was in the Stonewall Pack, it was a good guess Sam was in the Roanoke Pack. “I’m a Loner,” Jake said.
Sam’s face tensed.
Pack wolves didn’t like Loners. That was fine; Jake didn’t like pack wolves either.
And now he was mated to two of them.
With the scent of them filling his head and his cock hard as granite, he couldn’t find it in him to care. “Let’s worry about that later. There are more important things right now.”
“We need to go someplace,” she said.
He didn’t want to go anywhere. He wanted to drag his mates to the ground and claim them right here, right now. But Deirdre was right. Humans didn’t know about werewolves and they especially didn’t know that the mate bond was for threesomes rather than couples. Now wasn’t the time for them to find out.
The problem with going somewhere was that Sam and Deirdre almost surely lived in Pack territory. They wouldn’t be allowed to pass into a different pack’s territory any more than he could go there with them. That left one option. “I have a hotel room,” he said.
“In neutral territory,” Sam said.
“Of course.” That was solved, but now the bigger problem—he’d have to let go of them before they could walk to the hotel. Plus, he wasn’t sure he remembered where it was. He’d been in a fog on his way here, just following the scent.
Deirdre pushed against his chest. “Let’s go. The faster we leave, the faster we can get there.”
Jake pulled back, then lunged forward, pressing his lips against hers, a growl rising from his throat.
Sam moaned.
Then Jake grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the alley where he’d come in, Sam following behind them.
Walking to the hotel was the longest ten minutes of his life. He tried to get his mind off the conflagration to come, though it was hard with Deirdre’s small hand in his. So few people were blessed with mates; he’d never really thought he’d find his. Or that he even had any.
He’d just come here looking for a job, not his mates. Though he’d visited larger cities, Marysburg had the distinction of not just two long-standing werewolf packs, but also a sizable neutral area. That’s what drew him here. Loners weren’t welcome in pack territory, and pack territory was damn near everywhere.
But because Marysburg had two packs, the neutral area was large and housed most of the offices and other places of business. A Loner could find a job, get an apartment,
live a life. That had been the plan. Until fate knocked him on his ass.
He followed the trail of his own scent back to the hotel. None of them spoke. Jake didn’t know what the other two were thinking, but he couldn’t quite form thoughts. If he’d spoken, he’d have ended up sounding like a fool, saying “wow” over and over.
Instead, he walked as fast as possible.
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The Stonewall Pack Alpha Series #2
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“I had to keep you safe,” she said.
“And now?” Damian’s voice grew harder. “What makes you think we won’t challenge him now?”
Maeve gave a short laugh. “A little late for that.” When neither Nate nor Damian responded, a little line formed between her eyebrows. “He’s dead.”
“He’s not dead,” Damian said. “He’s just banished.”
Maeve stopped breathing, frozen with her mouth open. Then she jumped up and headed for the door. She turned back toward them just as Nate reached for her. “He’s dead,” she said, her voice full of breath.
Nate grabbed her around the waist. Maeve’s legs gave out, and the two of them landed on the floor. “It’s okay, sweetie,” he said. His heart beat hard. She’d been leaving. He couldn’t let her leave.
“He’s dead. He has to be dead. I came back because he’s dead.”
Nate felt her words like a knife in his chest. She wouldn’t have come back if she’d known Ted wasn’t dead? Did she know how much that hurt Nate and Damian?
“He has to be dead.” She trembled in his arms.
“Look at me,” Nate said, tightening his arms around her. “He’s gone. And if he ever shows his face again, we’ll take care of him. We’re not going to let him hurt you.”
Damian stood behind them, silent. He hadn’t moved since she’d headed for the door.
“He can’t know I’m here,” she whispered, eyes wide. “I have to leave.”
“You promised me you’d never leave again,” Nate said.
Her eyes lost a little glassiness and focused on his.
“You’re not leaving. You understand me? Say it.”
She took a breath.
“Say it.” He held her cheek, making her look at him. “You can’t leave us again. Say you’ll stay with us.”
She wet her lips. “I’ll stay with you.” Her voice sounded thready.
Nate leaned closer to her and put his forehead on hers. “We won’t let him hurt you. I promise.”
“I’ll kill him,” Damian said, voice quiet.
“Okay?” Nate said. “You’ll be okay.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
He couldn’t believe she thought she’d walk out on them again. His heart still hadn’t stopped pounding. He knew one way to keep her here. All three of them had been in pain with the mate bond not complete, but that was nothing compared to how it would feel once they’d bonded. If he wanted her to stay, he had to make sure she’d never be able to go. He needed to mark her.
She was so close. Her lips, so close. “You’re not leaving,” he said gruffly, and pressed his lips hard against hers.
For a second, she let him plunder her mouth but didn’t respond. Then she wound her arms around his neck and pulled him in tighter, kissing him back as ardently as he kissed her. It felt so good. She was in his arms at last.
He had to mark her. But no way in hell was he doing it lying on the living room’s hardwood floor. He disentangled himself and pushed to his feet, pulled her up, then swung her into his arms.
“What—” she said.
“I’m marking her,” Nate said to Damian.
Nate carried her up the stairs. Damian didn’t follow.
Acknowledgments
I'd like to thank my friend Jonathan who helped me with brainstorming plot points and also helped me figure out the best drugs to give Chris before his big fight. I'd also like to thank my beta reader, Aubrey Watt, for giving me great comments and helping me to improve the book. Any errors are mine and mine alone.
Last but not least, I want to thank my fellow writers in the Insatiable Reads tour for their support, assistance and hard work. I'm proud to be a part of the group.
About the Author
Tabitha fell in love with love when she wrote her first play at the age of eight. That story involved three princes who fell in love with three princesses. With time, boyfriends and a degree in writing, her stories gained not just deeper conflict but also a lot more flesh. Now she describes not just the princes and princesses falling in love and all the obstacles they have to conquer, but also what happens when they close the bedroom door. What could be more perfect?
Find out more at Tabitha's website at http://www.tabithaconall.com/.
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