The Castle

by Alexa Quinn

  I’ve never seen an alpha werewolf get mad before. I don’t want to ever see it again. Just that glimpse was enough for me.

  And yet I can’t bear to leave. I don’t want to go without saying goodbye.

  I rock back and forth on the bed, trying to think what Lola would say. She is the most practical of us, the least dreamiest. Heck, she had the nerve and willpower to break things off with the love of her life rather than to hurt him.

  On one drunken night, one kiss, and it was all over for her. Those two guys were pack, they were tight. She knew she could never break up their brotherhood by telling him about it, so she had forced herself to break up with him.

  I’d told her it was stupid. It wasn’t her fault. But she had said it was. She would never tell me why.

  What would she say to me now? She would say that I shouldn’t have messed round with my dad’s friendships. My dad isn’t a werewolf - they are not pack - but I still shouldn’t have done it.

  She would tell me it was time to stop thinking of only myself.

  Feeling heartbroken, I force myself to get up from the bed. I take my coat from my wardrobe and put it on with arms that are stiff and unwilling to obey. Flimsy lingerie sufficiently hidden, I pick up my holdall and slip out of my room.

  My timing is as terrible as ever.

  I come face to chest with Uncle Karl. I don’t even have to look up to know it is him.

  And I can’t bear to face him. I keep my head bowed and try to walk around him.

  He takes me gently by the shoulder.

  “Where do you think you are going?”

  “I have to leave,” I say quietly,. my voice hoarse. “I’m so sorry Uncle Karl. It’s all my fault.”

  “You’re not going anywhere.”

  He picks me up and takes me back into my room. I find myself unable and unwilling to resist him as he sits on my bed and cradles me in his lap, his warm strong arms wrapped securely around me.

  “I can’t stay, Uncle Karl. Dad will be heartbroken.”

  “And we can’t let you go, honey. So what should we do?”

  “How can you say that? I’ve messed everything up. Your friendship. Your business…” My voice cracks.

  “You haven’t messed up anything.”

  “I have.”

  He tips my chin up with his finger until I am looking right into his eyes. They are blue and filled with light and surety.

  “Don’t you understand baby? Whatever is broken, we will fix it. But you and us? We’re not broken. We are exactly as we were always meant to be.”

  “How can you say that?”

  “Because it’s true,” he says in a light tone. “You’re so delicious. And we wolves love a tasty treat. How did you think we would ever let you go?”

  His teasing fingers play over my waist in a light tickle, and to my surprise I start to giggle.

  I slap at his fingers, but he only tickles me harder. We collapse back on the bed, me giggling. And then he kisses me tenderly and all thought of leaving runs out of my mind.

  Chapter 19

  CLARA

  I wake up in daylight and realize we have slept through the entire night.

  And it is no wonder I slept so peacefully; Uncle Karl’s arms are wrapped around me. I am spooned against him and I can feel his morning hardness pressed into my ass.

  I hold his arms tighter to me, and lazily wish I was facing him so I could nuzzle his jaw. I want to tease him with little kisses until he wakes up.

  Just like he teased me last night until I fell asleep.

  I smile at the memory. How his gentle kisses washed all the fear and self-blame away, letting me fall into a deep soothing sleep.

  I love them. I told them I loved them, and they still want me. That is enough for me.

  I wonder what Uncle Max told my dad, but my mind immediately shies away from thinking about that topic. I won’t let it spoil my last day here in Otherworld with the only four men I want in the world.

  As if sensing my thoughts, Uncle Karl awakes. He nuzzles softly at the back of my neck.

  “Hi,” he whispers.

  I roll over to face him, and claim his mouth in a kiss.

  As I make to climb on top of him, he shakes his head a little.

  I murmur in discontent.

  “We still need to surprise the others,” he says with a wicked smile.

  I pout. “But I don’t want to wait.”

  “No need,” he says, scooping me up into his arms. “I can hear they’re already up. They’ve even had their breakfast. I’m pretty sure they won’t turn down dessert.”

  “How do you know they’ve had breakfast?” I demand.

  He gives me a mysterious grin.

  He carries me in his arms out of my room, me still in the flimsy golden lingerie from yesterday.

  Nerves begin to flutter in my belly as I hear the voices of Uncles Max and Jake in the dining space. The smell of coffee lets me know that they really are finishing up with breakfast.

  I bite my lip in suddenly anxiety, and Uncle Karl lowers his head to kiss me. I throw myself into his kiss wholeheartedly, using him as a mask as we approach the other men. Suddenly I am too shy to show them my face.

  He chuckles into the kiss.

  Uncle Jake lets out a wolf whistle when he sees us.

  “Stop hogging her,” he complains, possessively prising me out of Uncle Karl’s arms.

  Uncle Karl lets him take me. Uncle Max gives me a playful kiss, nibbling at my lips until I giggle.

  I shy glance at Uncle Jake, and his mouth drops open. With a stunned expression he rises to his feet. He stares at me for a few moments.

  “Hi Uncle Jake,” I whisper, blushing in mortification and delight.

  “Clara,” he says hoarsely. And then he steps towards me to kiss me passionately, his mouth tasting mine like he can’t get enough.

  He takes me from Uncle Max and deposits me on ta vacant high stool at the breakfast bar. His hands begin tearing at my camisole, ripping it to shreds in his rush to remove it from my body.

  He pulls out of the kiss to stare down at my naked breasts in wonder.

  Uncle Anthony comes in from the kitchen with a pot of fresh coffee. He takes a seat on the stool beside us, looking amused at Uncle Jake’s enthusiasm. It takes a moment for it to hit him that I am not Clarissa.

  “Clara?” he says incredulously.

  I give him a shy smile.

  Instantly he snatches me up from my stool and pulls me onto his lap. As Uncle Jake bites and kisses my shoulders and fondles my breasts from behind, I grind my silk clad pussy onto Uncle Anthony’s hard bulge.

  His black eyes gleam in possessive satisfaction. He is reveling in me grinding my slit so eagerly against his rampant cock.

  It takes him under a second to tug his shorts down and pull his bare cock free. I am slick and ready, which is lucky because I don’t think he could have waited if he wanted to.

  I fix my eyes on Uncle Karl, eager to see him watching us. I hold his gaze as Uncle Anthony uses his thick cock head to nudge aside the gusset of my panties. He positions it against my tight hole. He grips my hips hard. In one thrust he is all the way inside me.

  I pant eagerly in rhythm to his thrusts, and Uncle Karl’s pupils widen in sheer lust. I know he wants me. I want him too. Badly.

  He is the only one I have not yet had, and now the one I want most.

  “Get her on the floor,” orders Uncle Max.

  Uncle Anthony holds me close and gets down on the floor, his cock still inside me. I pump myself up and down in it, riding him and staring at Uncle Karl - right up until the second Uncle Max puts his big cock into my mouth.

  I wrap my lips tightly around his thick shaft, savoring his aroma. The pheromones are so strong they make my head swim.

  They let me know he wants me badly, so does his hand buried in my hair. It guides me. I suck him hard, bobbing my head up and down to his commanding rhythm.

  And then I feel Uncle Jake behind me. He was
tes no time in working my slippery juices into my ass crack, then his thick shaft pushes inside me.

  Uncles Anthony and Jake give me no mercy. Both fuck me hard, using my body with such intensity. I have no doubt knowing it is really me has made them this horny. They have wanted me so much for so long they can barely control themselves.

  I revel in the sensations of being triple penetrated. I love it. I love them. Their taste, their scent, their touch. They use me hard, and it is Uncle Karl who ensures my pleasure.

  It is his hands that work my nipples, rolling them gently as the others’ hard cocks fuck me relentlessly.

  It is his hands that glide down my belly, that seek out my clit again and again, making my pleasure peak until it crashes over me. The others come with harsh cries of satisfaction, as if my orgasm was what they needed.

  Exhausted, I lie on Uncle Anthony’s chest to catch my breath, my ear pressed up against his heartbeat. But I am not sated. I need more.

  I sit up and reach for Uncle Karl. He is the one I want now. Him alone.

  He gathers me up and takes me back to my bed, back to where I was with him all night. Back to where I wanted him so long and so short a time ago.

  He places me on top of him, so I can ride him at my own pace. He is so fearsomely hard. I stroke him with my hands, then I scoot down to take him into my mouth. I want to taste him, touch him, everything.

  I make him groan with desire, like he made me groan yesterday when he spilled that agonizingly erotic liquid inside my most sensitive parts.

  I make him beg before I finally straddle him, my sleek thighs spread over his powerful ones.

  He tries to plunge into me, but I shake my head and insistently push him back onto the pillows.

  This time is for me.

  I know he could take me so easily if he wanted, overpower me and thrust into me hard. I know that I would orgasm the second he did, screaming hard.

  And so it is so joyful to me that he lets me take charge. I grip his steely velvet shaft in my hand and guide it inside my pussy. I savor every touch, lowering myself just an inch onto him and grinding my tight entrance against him in circle.

  The intensity of the feeling takes my breath away. By now he is groaning and his body is slick in perspiration. I work him slowly deeper until finally he is buried inside me all the way to his balls.

  I am dimly aware of the other three in the doorway watching the two of us.

  I keep my eyes locked on Uncle Karl. I ride him slowly, squeezing my pussy walls hard each time I thrust down on to him. I grind my clit against his coarse golden pubic hair. I pinch and squeeze my own nipples, and moan and moan in pleasure.

  Finally I bend low so that my lips skim his. I whisper, “Fuck me.”

  He flips me onto my back so fast that I lose my breath.

  He pushes my knees up and back, and then he pounds into me, pistoning with the force of his desperate arousal.

  Somehow he regains control of himself. I whimper in disappointment when he purposefully slows down. My gentle giant. This time it is him who takes his time, gliding his thick shaft into me over and over, and bending low to mouth my breasts.

  I am begging him to let me come long before I do. And when that glorious orgasm washes over me with all its intensity, I know every second was worth it. And so does he.

  Chapter 20

  MAX

  We stay in the castle for a whole week more, long after all the other guests have gone. Uncle Max tells me the castle belongs to his acquaintance, Lucifer Draven, a reclusive Otherworlder that he has some business dealings with.

  Now that everyone is gone home, it is like the castle belongs to just us. The only other people we see are the numerous staff who cater to our every need.

  Each day one or other of the men accompany for walks along the forested grounds or the lakes around the castle, or we explore the many towers and numerous stunning gardens. The men teach me to ride a beautiful snowy white horse, and tease me that I like her more than them.

  Otherworld is simply stunning. The evening sky often glows and shimmers somewhat like the northern lights, which I have only seen on TV. Here it feels like magic is infused in the sky itself.

  I spend my nights either with Uncles Max and Karl, or with Uncles Jake and Anthony, taking turns on whose room to sleep in. It is wonderful.

  I am so sad to say goodbye to Otherworld, but Uncle Max promises we can visit frequently. Sadly we need to go home because their work commitments can’t wait any longer. I don’t even want to think about my grades.

  I am dropped off at my dorm by Uncle Jake who gives me a rakish kiss goodbye that leaves me blushing.

  Before we’d left Otherworld, Juniper had returned my phone – she’d retrieved it from an irate Roxy. As I reluctantly approach my room, I switch it on. I find dozens of missed calls from my friends. They are frantic about my whereabouts.

  I get back to my room to find all of my belongings have been packed up into boxes and cases. Roxy is nowhere to be seen but Lola is sprawled on my bed reading a lifestyle magazine.

  She leaps up when she sees me and engulfs me in a half-annoyed half-ecstatic hug.

  “You have to tell me everything!” she commands.

  “Why are my things packed up?” I ask, dazedly.

  “Because your mystery man called me and requested – well sort of insisted – that I do it. He said it had to be me. Why me?”

  I flush with pleasure at the thought that Uncle Max really was listening to every word I said.

  “Because I told him you were the friend I would probably tell first. I’m not sure how the others will take it.”

  “So tell me already,” she insists, locking my door behind me and saying, “Fuck Roxy!”

  We both giggle.

  “Did he say why he wanted you to pack my things?” I ask.

  “Yep. It’s a surprise. No more changing the topic!”

  So I tell her about Otherworld. About my secret crushes on my dad’s best friends, and how this week I have fallen deeply in love with them.

  She looks stunned and a bit anxious when I finish, as if she can’t wrap her head around it fully. But to her credit she doesn’t question any of what I have said.

  “So?” I ask nervously.

  “I’m not sure what I think. I don’t know if it matters.”

  “It does! You’re one of my best friends. And with what happened to you and, erm – the guys- in High School,. I thought you might understand. I mean you said you loved Aaron, but you’d started to fancy…”

  My voice trails off. She has flushed pink.

  “I don’t want to talk about it,” she mutters.

  I sigh. “If it can happen for me, then maybe–”

  “No,” she says firmly. “I can’t do it. These guys all love you. Aaron made it clear he didn’t love me.”

  “Oh.”

  I squeeze her hand in sympathy. I know this one thing has haunted Lola for years. She hasn’t dated anyone since she split up with Aaron.

  For a while she looks like she is about to cry. But then her phone buzzes.

  She springs to her feet and says with forceful cheeriness, “And now for your surprise!”

  The surprise is every bit as wonderful as it could be. Uncle Max has rented me a house. He calls me when I get there to say he wishes he could have shown it to me in person, but he didn’t want me to be near Roxy for a minute longer.

  It is near enough to college for me to get there easily, but far enough away to maintain my privacy. I know full well why he would want that.

  They don’t disappoint me, visiting me frequently for the rest of the semester. Sometimes together, sometimes just one.

  The only thing to spoil my joy is that I have not yet dared call my dad yet.

  It is an aching worry at the back of my mind. I used to call him at least once a week before. Now he has texted me a single time to ask how I am, and I have texted back to say I’m well. Just that.

  It feel heartache thinking abou
t it. Uncle Max tells me not to worry, but I can’t help it.

  On the last day of the semester, Uncle Max comes to pick me up. I will be staying with him for the summer and I am very much looking forward to it.

  On the drive back I drift off, exhausted from my packing. I awake from a pleasant little snooze to find that Uncle Max has pulled up outside dad’s house.