Her Pack

by Candace Wondrak

  Maybe it was an unspoken thing—until she was claimed as theirs, they could not come inside her. Maia didn’t know; that detail had never been taught or told to her, but she wasn’t going to complain. Even Farkas had pulled out in the dressing room (the mess thereafter wiped up with her old dress that they promptly threw out). No little wolf pups for her, yet.

  The cum had mostly gotten on the sheets. Farkas’s sheets. As Maia propped herself up on her elbows, she gave Grimm a sloppy smile. Her skin still felt flushed, heated in all the right ways. Honestly, she could go for another round. There was a second, unused bed not seven feet from them. She’d need to catch her breath, first.

  “Farkas won’t be too happy,” Maia said in a breathy whisper.

  Grimm leaned on the wall, his cock still hard, covered in her slick juices. Just looking at it, Maia could not believe that monster of a dick was inside her not even a minute ago. Seemed an impossible feat. Truly, it was no wonder why she lost all thoughts while he was in her. Thinking with a cock like that inside her would’ve been hopeless.

  “He will deal with it,” Grimm said, his chest rising and falling hard with every breath. His dark eyes remained on her, warming her up all over again. That stare…that face. Really, every single part of him was so drop-dead gorgeous that Maia had to take some time to think of what to say, what to do.

  No words came to her, so she settled for getting up and crawling over the cum stain, moving onto his lap. She turned into his chest, nuzzling against him. Grimm moved his arms, circling them around her, both possessive and gentle. Breathing in his scent, Maia felt her inner wolf grow calm, as if her wolf knew it was only a matter of time until she was claimed by the pack.

  Her pack.

  They remained that way for a while, long enough for Alarick to come home and find them. Long enough for Alarick to laugh and say, “Farkas is going to flip.” His stare was amused and content as he studied Grimm and Maia on the bed, probably because he knew that there would be no running now.

  This was where Maia belonged. This was where she’d stay. This was her pack.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight – Maia

  Farkas was closing the diner with Roy and Violet, so he got off easy. Once Maia and Grimm had gotten off his bed and thrown on some clothes, Grimm decided to be super nice and wash his sheets. Their scents might linger, but at least the cum stains would be gone. Alarick cooked a nice meal of chicken and beans, and night fell upon the town before nine.

  Alarick sat in his chair, Grimm on the couch, spread out in an easy, comfortable position that Maia was actually surprised to see. She sat with Alarick, refusing to leave his chair even after he’d nearly sat on her to reclaim it. She’d scooted to the side, allowing Alarick his chair, and then crawled onto his lap, curled on him like a cat.

  The blasted creatures. Maybe it was her wolf side, but she did not like cats. They just weren’t her thing. Ick. Maia never should’ve used the comparison, because she was the farthest thing from a cat as anything could be. She did have the attitude, though.

  When Grimm got up to use the restroom, Alarick let his hand wander across her back. She wore a matching set of pajamas—silly, she knew—that was black and pink. A button-up shirt and short shorts that let her long legs breathe, unlike those damned khakis. His fingertips went beneath her shirt, tingling across the skin he touched.

  “Farkas used to go on and on about us finding a female wolf,” Alarick whispered, his hand sweeping upward along her spine. She wore no bra, so it was easy for him to bunch up her shirt and run his fingers along her shoulder blades next. “But I never dared to hope with him. Then, somehow, you stumbled into our lives and I…” He trailed off, and she turned her head to face him, her nose touching his cheek. His stubble, a darker blonde than the hair on his head, was shorter than Grimm’s, but still enough to itch her skin.

  Still, Maia did not move away. She liked being this close to him.

  “I don’t know if I’ve ever been happier than I am right now,” he finished, his other hand tracing her jaw, moving her face to kiss her. Slowly his lips devoured hers, and her body immediately responded to his: she swung a leg over him so she straddled him on the chair, pinning him down. She ground her hips against his, making him moan into her mouth as his cock hardened against her.

  Maia grinned into the kiss. She bet she could make him happier.

  She trailed her lips down his neck, her hands touching him over his clothes, stopping only when they gripped the outline of his erection. Alarick had changed into gym shorts, his chosen nighttime apparel, which made it easy for her to slide her hand inside and grip his warm length. As her fingers tightened around it, his cock throbbed against her palm.

  Maia moved off him slightly, giving herself enough room to pull his shorts down, past his hardness, allowing it to spring free, completely erect. She met his eyes, those beautiful blue orbs watched her with interest, wondering where she would take this next. She was pretty sure the man already had some idea.

  With a sly smile, she backed herself off the chair, sliding off so she could lean down. Not once had she ever wanted to do this, but there was a first time for everything, right? Maia might not know what she was doing, but she knew the basics.

  Her mouth came down on him, her tongue swirling around his tip. Alarick let out a soft moan, never breaking eye contact with her. Watching was probably one of the best parts for a man, she guessed, and she had no problem with it. Maia’s mouth took in as much of him as she could, moving up and down along its hardness, getting it nice and wet. The area between her legs yearned for his cock, but maybe after.

  Right now, she wanted to give him head.

  Each time she went up and down, she paid special attention to the tip, sucking on it, never letting it completely leave her mouth. When she sucked, Alarick moaned. It was a sexy sound coming from an equally sexy man.

  A minute or so later, Grimm returned, and he said not a single thing when he came upon the sight of Maia bent over the chair, sucking Alarick off. What could he say? He couldn’t tell her to stop, because he wasn’t the alpha. From the corner of her eye, she saw that while he pretended to watch the TV, he really watched them. The thought of an audience turned her on even more—something she didn’t know was possible, because she was already practically dripping in her satin shorts.

  If Grimm wanted a show, she’d give him a show, and she’d make everyone’s night by doing it. Well, both with the act itself and with what she wanted to say before it. Maia was done running, done hiding. She wanted to be theirs, as did her wolf. Why bother waiting when she already knew?

  Before Alarick could come, before she finished him with her mouth, she pulled back. Maia got to her feet, stepping backwards once as she fiddled with the hem of her night shirt. “When’s the next full moon?” she asked, sounding much more innocent than she truly was. She’d lost whatever bit of innocence she had when she found this pack, when she joined them and gave herself to each of them.

  “Two weeks,” Alarick said.

  “I’d mark your calendars, if I were you,” Maia said, reaching to yank her shirt off, letting her chest free. The nipples on her breasts were hard points, already puckered from how horny she was. She glanced to Grimm on the couch, noting the hardness in his pants, an erection he’d gotten from watching her with Alarick. “It’s going to be a big night, for all of us.”

  Grimm said nothing, though his dark expression brightened. Alarick was the one who spoke, “And why’s that?” He wanted her to spell it out, say it, just to be sure. After that night, after waking her from her nightmares about Zak, she knew he wanted to be nothing like him. And he wasn’t—none of them were. It was why she wanted to say it in the first place.

  “It will be the night that you claim me,” Maia spoke slowly, shaking her hips as she dropped her shorts, stepping out of the clothes pile, fully naked. Her long red hair tumbled halfway down her back, tickling her skin at its ends, and she threw another glimpse to Grimm. “When you all claim me.” Sh
e chuckled. “Even Farkas.”

  “He will be happy to hear that when he gets home.” As Alarick spoke, he got to his feet, getting out of his shorts. His dick was still hard, its lengths wet with her saliva and precum. He didn’t bother taking off his shirt. He looked to his packmate; all it took was a slight gesture of his head, a gentle incline towards Maia to make Grimm stand and join them in the center of the living room. “You can tell Farkas when he gets home. Right now, you’re ours.”

  Grimm let out a low growl, apparently an affirmative one. He worked to take off his jeans and his boxers, his long cock as erect as it could be. He kicked his clothes to the side, eyeing up Maia’s body. The intensity on his face made her shiver.

  And then they came at her.

  Alarick stood before her, grabbing her face and meeting their lips. His tongue pushed inside, and she felt his cock pressed against her stomach. Behind her, Grimm ran his hands down her back, cupping her ass firmly, spreading her cheeks before lowering to his knees and kissing her there.

  After tonight, anytime she’d say kiss my ass, Maia would remember this moment.

  As Grimm’s mouth moved along her ass and lower back, his hand slipped through her legs, curving to touch the most sensitive part of her. His strong, thick fingers slid against her, rubbing around her nub, causing her to arch her back and moan into Alarick’s kiss. She wanted more of those fingers down there, because damn, it felt great.

  “You like that?” Alarick whispered, pulling back to gaze into her hazy eyes. All she could do was nod. “Keep going, Grimm, our mate likes it.”

  Grimm kept up his work, his fingers working her, making her nearly rise to the edge of her pleasure, much too soon. Alarick went to kiss her neck, his hands moving to her chest, fingers tweaking her nipples, and Maia nearly gave in. Just as she felt it building in her core, Grimm slipped a finger inside of her, and she gasped. His finger moved in and out of her at a speed no cock could match, fast and hard, curving against her inner walls and instantly making her weak in the knees.

  Alarick kept her upright, even when she cried out in pleasure as an orgasm swept through her, its tide unavoidable. Every muscle of hers tingled, every part of her drowning in pleasure. She never knew a finger could work her like that.

  When Grimm withdrew his finger from her, drawing it along the curve of her ass, she practically fell onto Alarick’s chest as she said, “Fuck me.” It was not smart to give an order to an alpha, but Alarick was like no alpha she’d ever met. Maia figured this would be an order he’d be happy to do, she a master he was thrilled to have.

  Smiling, Alarick said, “Get on your knees.”

  Maia dropped to all fours as Grimm moved aside, never tearing his dark eyes off her as Alarick positioned himself behind her. He ran a hand down her back before his tip found her entrance, and he pushed inside of her in one fluid motion, letting out a deep sigh that told her she felt as good around him as he did inside of her.

  Her body rocked back and forth as his length moved in and out. Maia lost all sense of time as he fucked her like an animal, like a wolf. Hands hard on her hips, the panting above her was the only signal when he was about to come. His breathing was the first to hitch after a few minutes, and Alarick let out a rumble as he pulled out and came all along her back.

  Before he could say anything or wipe his cum off her, Maia said, “Grimm.”

  Alarick moved to the side, allowing Grimm to take his place. Grimm’s hands held onto her more softly, his cock sliding into her more slowly. She grunted when he filled her up, having already forgotten what it was like to have him inside her. His dick was as impressive as the rest of him.

  Grimm’s pace was slower, as it was in the bedroom. Less like a wolf, more like a man who purposefully went slow so he could have longer sex, and enjoy it more. Maia would enjoy it regardless of whether it was fast or slow, hard or gentle. She was a wolf; she could take anything these males saw fit to give her.

  Being watched while having sex was, Maia found, a bit of a turn on. If everyone was in the room while Maia fucked them, she was more than fine with it. Just like the dressing room with Farkas, having extra eyes on her while feeling someone else’s cock inside her body made her feel dirtier, more erotic. As sexual as she could be. Knowing that Grimm was inside her right after Alarick was? That was even more exciting and arousing. She could feel another orgasm building, just by thinking about it.

  Well, from thinking about it and from the way Grimm pounded into her from behind.

  Maia was so lost in herself, in her own pleasure, that she didn’t hear the change in Grimm’s breathing before he came. She only felt the loss of his cock and the addition of a few new squirts of cum on her back.

  Once she was back to herself, she collapsed, laying on her stomach on the rug. “You guys do good work,” she said, grinning when they gave her funny, confused looks.

  Within ten minutes, everyone was clean and dressed and watching TV once more. Maia grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator, grinning to the two men. They each met her smile with one of their own, and she felt her stomach warm. They made her happy. So, so happy.

  And so freaking hot.

  The room started to spin. Not in a bad way, per se, only showing her that her world had forever changed. What Maia had thought was the end, that she’d spend the rest of her life on the run, never settling down, had actually turned out to be her happy ending.

  She never knew a happy ending existed for herself. Not as a female shifter.

  Maia felt herself growing emotional, and she didn’t want to show the guys that she might have been tearing up. A little. Just enough to be noticeable. She said, “I’m going to step outside for a bit. Just get some air.” Good, at least her voice sounded normal.

  Alarick went to stand, to follow her out, but she stopped him with her free hand.

  “I’ll be fine. Really. Just five minutes. I’m coming to terms with a lot, here,” she joked, even though she didn’t really feel like joking. That was Farkas’s job. Where the hell was he? Maia glanced at the microwave’s clock before she went outside. It was nine-fifty; the diner closed at ten. She had to at least hold it in until he got home.

  Preferably, she’d hold it in all the time, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

  Maia stepped out of the front door, sitting on the bottom step of concrete. There were only two steps, not much to choose from. She let out a sigh as she twisted the cap off the bottle and took a long swig. Its coolness was a stark contrast to the heat she felt whenever she was near them. Those wolves made every part of her hot, made her inner wolf howl and pant in heat. Soon enough, and her wolf would be claimed.

  Claimed.

  It was the one thing Maia swore she’d never want, because it was debasing. Just because something was instinctual didn’t make it right. There were humans who didn’t eat meat, even though their bodies needed the nutrition. There were ways around it, ways to get used to it. She’d done her hardest throughout her life to keep Jackson’s pack at bay, to hold Zak at an arm’s length, and never let herself grow attached to them. She’d become a master at shackling her inner wolf, ignoring her wild urges and desires. She could partially shift, which was something a lot of shifters never cared to learn how to do.

  Maia could not believe she’d offered herself to them, but at the same time, she could. Alarick was wonderful and so unlike Jackson. His pack followed him because of respect, not fear. Farkas was funny (sometimes) and somehow wormed his way into her heart while it was still icy. Grimm looked the most wolfish out of them all, and yes, he might’ve been hasty when he first saw her, but after that, he’d been nothing but a gentleman. A quiet gentleman.

  The wind changed directions, and just as Maia was about to smile at her newfound luck, her nose caught it. Faint, hardly there, but there it was anyway, like a ghostly smack in the face. She set her water bottle down, slowly standing, breathing in deeply through her nose.

  No. Her heart nearly stopped. She wouldn’t believe. She c
ouldn’t. No.

  Maia knew she should hide, knew she should tell the others, but how could she? All they knew was that she was on the run from her douchey ex. They didn’t know the whole truth. She wanted to tell them, but…not now. Not when she was so happy she was crying, for God’s sakes.

  The wind picked up again, and this time, the scent was unmistakable. Though deep down, she knew it was wrong, Maia felt she had no other choice.

  She had to go.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine – Maia

  Running through the streets of town as a wolf was definitely a stupid thing to do, but Maia couldn’t shake the fear, the confusion, the utter shock that had enveloped her when she’d smelled it. It was a scent she thought she’d never smell again, a scent that carried anger, hatred. Revenge.

  She thought she was safe with her new pack. How wrong she was. Her luck hadn’t changed for the better. Life had only given her three wolves she cared about because it was ready to rip them from her claws. Maia would lose everything she’d gained here, all because of what she’d done.

  Maia had left her night clothes on the front step, torn as she’d shifted into her wolf form. Her legs raced through the town’s empty streets; it was a weeknight, luckily most of the town’s inhabitants were already at home, winding down for the day. She passed not a car as she followed the scent through town, trailing it to the farms on the outskirts, where she’d spent a few lonely nights, eating prairie dog.

  Ugh. She never wanted to come back here, because the memory of hunting prairie dogs wasn’t a good one. Yet here she was, practically stumbling over her legs as she ran, a disgrace to her kind. Wolves were fast, able creatures. Right now she was no better than a pup on her first run.