by Louisa Bacio
Derek nodded. “You shouldn’t feel guilty. He came after you with a bad intent. There’s a reason why they say violence begets violence.”
There’d be no arguing with them. “I need to get some new clothes,” she said, “and then let’s get out of here.”
***
The darkened sky cleared, and the moon shone bright upon them. The joyous sounds of singing carried from a distance.
“The festivities are starting,” Derek said, holding his hand out to Sugar. “You don’t want to miss this.”
Together, they made it out to the clearing, and Sugar took in all the familiar faces, and those of her pack family she didn’t know. The conflict faded as Derek and Tyler stood by her side.
A Christmas tree stood decorated, and she lifted her nose, taking in the scents of the holiday. A noise in the sky caught her attention and she glanced up. Flying overhead was a huge bird with a man dangling from her talons. “Uhhhh, guys.”
“No worries, that’s just Stewart and his shifter mate.”
The man held a large red bag, and right when they got over the tree, he opened it, dropping wrapped presents.
After the ooohs and aaaahs died down, the new Alpha, Drew, appeared.
“Okay, we’ll all thank Stewart and his mate later for the toys,” he said. “I don’t know, maybe we’re having a new tradition. All right, everyone. Let’s do this. Time to run. As a pack. You’re my family. Now and forever. Let’s have a great time.”
On either side, Derek and Tyler squeezed her hand. She caught the eye of her brother, and he smiled before shifting into a large wolf, with his mate by his side.
“Ready to run wild?” Derek asked.
“I’ve never been more ready.”
Like magic, one by one, the pack shifted and together they embraced the night.
***
Cheer echoing through her system, Sugar brought Derek and Tyler back to her homestead. She used the key Yas had given her earlier to unlock the front door. She flicked on the lights. The living room remained empty, but the hardwood floors shone like new. The scent of paint lingered, and she’d have to air it out over the next few days.
“Wow, you’ve been busy!” Derek turned, taking in the brick fireplace before peeking into the kitchen.
The sound of the fridge opening could be heard, and then the exclamation, “You stocked it!”
Holding a jar of his homemade Winter Moonshine, Derek returned. He cracked open the container and held it out to Sugar. “I know you haven’t tried it yet.”
“Been waiting for the perfect moment. Like now.”
A sharp tang tingled her tongue, and she caught a flash of apples and cinnamon. As she swallowed, the liquid fire burned going down her throat. “That’s strong stuff.” She coughed and checked out Tyler.
“Nope. Not for me.” He held up his hands. “I’m the ultimate cheap date.”
“Tell me.” Derek sidled up next to her, sliding his index and ring finger of each hand through the loops on her belt. “What other rooms in this house are ready?”
The mischievous twinkle in his eyes told her he might be into why she’d brought them there. He rubbed his pelvis against her belly, making no mistake about his erection.
“Oh, you know, the bathroom and maybe the master bedroom.”
“Yee-haw! Show us.” Instead, he took her hand and led her down the hallway.
With a glance behind, she confirmed Tyler followed. First, he locked the front door. Low lighting had been installed on the walls. With their heightened senses, she didn’t need anything super bright. A plush burgundy comforter added a rich jewel tone to the room. Yas had planned out the remodel and ordered the bed, hoping Sugar might return. Once he knew she was visiting, he increased the work pace.
“You gotta be kidding me,” Ty said. “Wasn’t I here just a few days ago?”
“There’s still a lot that needs to be done, and I need to get some furniture, but I wanted you both to know that I’d like to stay.”
“Serious?” Derek asked. “Because we didn’t want to push you.”
“But we also were planning how to keep you from leaving,” Tyler said. “Is this what you really want?”
“I’ve never felt so much at home,” she said, “as when I’m with the two of you, and here in Los Lobos.”
“Both of us?” Tyler sat on the bed. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
The moment of reckoning. Being in a polyamorous relationship here, where it wasn’t so taboo, was easier than elsewhere. Her two men. Two protectors. Well, tonight she’d also proven that she knew how to fight when needed. That knowledge provided another level of independence and security. With them, she had no chance of growing bored with the same routine.
“I’d be dumb to pass up the opportunity to be with you two hunks.”
Derek moved in front of her. “What about college? Are you going to regret not finishing?”
“There are other options. These days, I could even finish a degree completely online without ever setting foot on a campus,” she said. “Plus, there’s something to be said for the school of life.”
The brothers exchanged a look, and Sugar wondered what they were up to. Did they share some special silent communication? She’d heard of such things. Time would tell.
Moving closer, Derek placed his legs over the outside of hers, so his crotch was almost directly in her face. “Does this mean Ty and I don’t have to do all the things we planned to convince you to stay?”
“Oooh, look who has a sexy voice now,” she teased. “No, that means you two have to do all those things to keep me happy.”
Gently, he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back against the covers. “That can be arranged.”
This time, they stripped her bare. Tyler pulled off her sweater, blowing warm air over her nipples through the material of her bra. Her sweet lover laid gentle kisses along the side of her stomach. Derek got to work on the lower half, unsnapping her jeans and sliding them off. As she lifted her ass, the tinkling of a bell sounded.
“Did you hear that?” Tyler asked, glancing around.
“Look what we have here,” Derek said, eyeing her underwear ensemble. “A holiday package just for us.”
For the special occasion, she’d bought a red bra and panty set decorated with holly leaves. And on the back were silver bells. Since the jeans were tight enough to hold them steady, they didn’t jingle until the clothes came off.
She laughed and flipped onto her stomach. Smack. Someone slapped a hand on her ass, and she kicked in protest.
“Ouch!”
“What are we going to have to do to ring those bells?” Derek asked.
Glancing over her shoulder at him, she winked. “I’m sure you have plenty of ideas.”
“You wicked little Wolf,” he said, smacking her again. “Never put yourself in danger like you did tonight. Now that we’ve found you, we want you to stay safe.”
“I promise.”
Tyler removed his clothing and stretched out on the bed. She turned onto her side, taking in the rise of his cock.
All mine.
Going up on all fours, she took him into her mouth, sinking all the way to the base. His rich scent filled her nose and she lifted, sucking in her cheeks, creating a vacuum of sensation.
“Oh, baby.” He slipped his fingers into her hair and timed the lift of his hips with her movements until his calf muscles tensed. She slowed the pace, bringing him back from the edge. “Mmmm. That feels so good.”
The bed dipped from Derek’s weight, and he moved behind her. “Such a pretty ass you have,” he said.
He unhooked her bra, cupping her breasts, as she sucked on Tyler. Maneuvering, she lifted one hand and then the other. After ringing her bell again, he removed her underwear, and reached between her legs, rubbing his palm through her wetness before circling her clit. Quivers of pleasure shot out, putting all her nerve endings on aler
t. Swaying backward, she pressed her ass into his pelvis.
“We’ll get to that soon enough,” he said. He plunged two fingers into her pussy, and she moaned around Ty’s cock. “Like that, do you? I’ve got more.”
After adding a third finger, he slicked his thumb through her juices and pressed it against her anus. She stilled, not used to the sensation. Slowly, he worked it, until he pushed through the muscle of the outer rim. She tightened automatically, her body protesting the intrusions.
“It’ll be easier if you relax, and let yourself enjoy it,” Derek coaxed her.
Soon enough, he finger fucked both holes with ease. Still, she wanted—and needed—more.
“Tell me you planned ahead and stocked up on some lube,” he said.
Releasing Tyler, she gestured toward the side table. “Top drawer. Just in case.”
“Good girl.”
Tyler ran his hands up her sides, cupping her breasts. She moved over him, feeling his cock beneath her. She rubbed her clit over his pelvis, not bringing him inside her, only enjoying the feel of his hardness against her sensitive nub.
He kissed her mouth, using his tongue to explore with a discernable passion, like he’d been holding it at bay for his entire life and could only now experience making love with abandon.
“Love you,” he said. “I’m so glad you’re staying with us. I can’t imagine being without you.”
She held the side of his face, placing kisses along the corners of his mouth, playing hide-and-seek, not letting him get a full smack. “And I love you, my gentle Wolf.”
“Will you mark me?” he asked. “Claim me as yours?”
He didn’t need to ask twice. She sank her teeth into his shoulder. His fragrant blood filled her mouth, and her Wolf rejoiced at the familiar quality.
With a possessive growl, he reached between their bodies, angling his cock until it met her opening, and she pressed down, letting him fill her. “Oh, yes,” she said.
“You two getting started without me?” Derek rejoined their actions, settling behind her. “Let me have that ass of yours.”
While continuing to ride Tyler, she angled her bottom outward, knowing what was coming. He poured a good amount over his cock, stroking himself, and then lubed her up. He pressed a finger into her, and she rocked back. The added sensation stimulated and stretched. It felt good, but she didn’t know how she’d take all of him in.
The pressure in her pussy increased. As she came down on Tyler, the base of his cock rubbed her clit and her entire body came alive. With his thumb and index finger, he tweaked one of her nipples and the burst of pain shot to her core.
“Take me, Derek. I want it.”
He didn’t need any further encouragement. He fit the head of his cock against her anus. “Push yourself onto me,” he insisted. “Come on. Show me how much you want me to fuck your ass.”
Her Wolf howled. She needed to be marked by these two men. She wanted them to be hers for eternity. Tyler gripped her hips, thrusting into her, and with each movement back, Derek entered her a little bit more. Pain flashed out as the thickest part of his cock passed the rim, and then she took him in inch by inch.
“That’s it; you can take it.”
Pretty soon, the burn shifted into something else, pleasure. The three of them settled into a rhythm. The twins knew each other so well; they played off each other, as if anticipating each other’s movements, which heightened Sugar’s gratification. The sense of being filled, stretched past the point she’d ever been, and loved by these two glorious men burst through all her barriers, and in that moment of letting her guard completely down, she came.
The inner walls of her pussy clenched, squeezing Ty’s cock. He gritted his teeth. “Yes, I can feel you.”
“Bite me,” she said. “Mark me.”
Tyler met her gaze, and she nodded. He reached, biting her above her breast. The added sensation must have set him off because soon enough, his cock throbbed, spilling his seed.
They slowed the pace, ever so much, until Derek protested. He wasn’t ready to finish yet.
His sharp teeth punctured Sugar’s shoulder, marking her as he pounded into her, relentless, pushing her onto Tyler’s cock until her clit throbbed from the continued stimulation, and she came again. Only then did he let go, reaching his own climax.
Limbs entwined, they lay together on the bed. Sugar’s body felt void at the loss of them inside her. Derek nuzzled the back of her neck.
“I think you’ve tamed me,” he said, his voice sleepy. “I can’t imagine being any happier than I am right now.”
“Not imagining what you’re missing out at the water hole?” she teased.
“What? No way. You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”
“Nope. You made a great first impression.”
“You’ve yet to mark me,” Derek said. Although it was a statement, his tone sounded more like a request. Her heart tugged. He might be tough on the surface, but, below, he wanted to know that he belonged and had been chosen, too.
Turning, she snuggled into Derek, tucking an arm under his and hooking her leg over his calf. Her head slid into the nook under his chin. She licked, enjoying the saltiness from their exertion, searching out the best spot, and biting down.
A moan escaped his mouth, and his cock jutted into her stomach. Mine.
“Next time, I want to be on the bottom,” Derek said. “I’m tired of doing all the work.”
Laughter filled the room. Outside, a keening howl broke the silence of the Winter Solstice and brushed aside any worries. For tonight, all would be all right.
Murder comes to the Black Hills Wolves….
On the one-year anniversary of Drew Tao defeating his father and becoming Alpha of the Black Hills Wolves, everyone looks to the future. On the heels of their celebration, a new threat emerges…. Someone is killing the human mates. The pack survived the reign of a madman, but will a single bullet shatter all their hopes and dreams?
Murder in Los Lobos
A Black Hills Wolves Mini Series
Look for it January 2016
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Claiming the She-Wolf
Chapter One
The house shook from the thunder, and Tala’s body shuddered. She didn’t want to go through another storm in this hellhole. Mostly because she doubted it could weather another one.
“What makes you think you can run a business?” Lightning flashed, illuminating the anger on her brother’s face. The generator ran out of fuel about an hour before, and with the storm, they wouldn’t be able to refill before daylight.
“I sure the hell excel at cooking and cleaning, better than you do at keeping the generator running,” Tala said, keeping her voice even and calm. He wouldn’t goad her into a blowout. “You made sure I knew how to do that.”
He pushed off the wall and stalked forward. “It’s much different, little sister.” He put his index and middle finger under her chin and tilted it upward to have her look into his eyes. “I don’t think you have what it takes to run this place.”
She shook off his hands and retreated behind the counter, using it as a barrier between her and him. His nostrils flared, a sure sign of his anger.
“Who will look after you if I leave you here alone? Who’s going to take care of you?”
She stifled a laugh. As if he could even manage to put food on the table. Come on. He probably worried more about who’d feed him if she didn’t go with him.
Holding her ground, she stared directly into his ey
es. “I’ll manage.”
Her challenge hung between them, so tangible she could pluck it from the air and eat it. But fuck it. Who said she always had to be the one to concede? Not this time. Los Lobos had been her home her entire life, and no way in hell she wanted to leave, not when the rebuilding had started. Why didn’t Shilah see things the way she did?
They came from the same blood. It had to be worth something.
“It’s not safe for you here, and it’s my duty to take care of you.”
She shook her head. It didn’t matter how much things changed, some built-in prejudices remained. As the eldest and the male, her brother thought he should be head of the household, and she needed to obey. She’d learned a long time ago how to control him.
“Listen, you’ve got a great opportunity ahead of you—college. It’s only for a little while. Go learn and then come back home. I’ll be fine. I have the support of the pack.”
He barely withheld his snort of contempt. “The pack? Right. As if you’ve been chosen as a mate. More like a maid servant than a maid-in-waiting.”
Her emotions bristled at his unkind words. At twenty-four, she wasn’t treading old-maid waters yet, but the waterfall threatened right around the bend. She’d had a few suitors, but sometimes it was difficult to take a male that she’d known for most of their lives seriously. Especially when they went through the shifting transition. Boy could they be assholes.
Shilah tucked a wayward strand of her long black hair behind her ear. “Why don’t you get some rest? I need to finish packing a few things, and we can talk in the morning.”
Their father had taken off when they were young, and she didn’t remember him. After their mother died when Tala was seventeen, Shilah acted as her guardian. She’d miss him when he left, but the separation seemed best for both of them. Some distance would do them good.
“I won’t change my mind,” she insisted. She tossed her hair, knocking the strands loose again. “A night of sleep isn’t going to bash some sense into me.”
