Harem of Wolves

by Emma Dawn

  “You are stunning,” I said, then blushed.

  He laughed at me. “Why are you blushing?”

  “Those are not the kind of words I’ve used in bed before, but with you it seems like I would be remiss if I didn’t.” I licked my lips and then bit the lower one. “You are, though; stunning, that is.”

  He ducked his head. “Cassandra, I would like to do some very bad, very dirty things to you now.”

  My pulse went through the castle roof and a tingling anticipation whipped my body with adrenaline and desire. “Yes, let’s do bad things together.”

  Brennan set one of my ankles on each of his shoulders. “I want you to enjoy this, every minute of it. Let me do the work, and you just . . . lay there.”

  “Jeez, okay, if you insist.” I grinned up at him and then my grin slid off my face as he started to touch me. As his hands slid from my ankles to around my calves, past the inside of my knees and to my inner thighs. Over my skin, he slid, massaging his fingers into aches and tension I didn’t know I was holding until his deft fingers hit them, worked them out and then continued to the next spot. Up and down my legs he went, each pass bringing him closer and closer to my pussy, each pass making me sink deeper into the mattress with a strange mix of relaxation and desire.

  He swept his hands to my hips, his thumbs digging in enough to get my attention. My eyes went to his and I felt my breath catch with the intensity in his face. And there was a tiny bit of sorrow that hovered there, along with the intensity. That, I didn’t like. I frowned. “Brennan, talk to me. What’s going on?”

  “We are going to fuck.” He breathed the word like a prayer. “And I am going to make you come, screaming my name.”

  I struggled to keep my brain on track. “Yes, I like the sound of that. But you’re sad about something.” I realized then I could smell it on him, like a sense of foreboding that he tried to catch and missed before it slid from him to me.

  His smile was rueful. “Damn it.”

  “Spill it, Brennan.”

  “It has nothing to do with this, with you and me.”

  I drew my legs from him. “Spill it or we don’t continue.”

  He sighed. “Keenan and I are connected. We can hear each other’s thoughts if we concentrate.”

  My eyebrows went up, and worry filled me. What had he been thinking about to make him sad? Or was Keenan upset because I was with his brother?

  Brennan shook his head. “Nothing like that. Something that is going on with the pack.”

  “What?” I sat up.

  Brennan pulled me upward. “They caught Raider. He’s been linked to Bianca with some notes. But he got away before Havoc could . . .”

  My eyebrows shot up to my hairline. “Could what? Kill him?”

  His jaw ticked once. “Yeah.”

  “Do you not agree?” I wasn’t sure how the sadness came in. None of the other Alphas liked Raider, and as far as I was concerned, this was a win for the pack and me. I didn’t want anything to do with the redheaded werewolf, and with him gone, I wouldn’t have to even consider him.

  “It affects this process,” Brennan said. “You have to have seven Alphas to choose from, Cassie. If you don’t, the ceremony won’t be considered complete. Even if you pick one of us, Bianca would still be able to challenge it, claim it as not being done properly.”

  My mind went to Wilder immediately. If I could convince him to take his place as an Alpha, even for a little while, it would work. That alone took the fear out of what could have been a really freaking bad outcome. “Leave that to me.”

  Brennan’s dark eyebrows shot up almost to his hairline. “You think you’ve got a fix for this?”

  “Please,” I waved a hand at him, “I’m a woman. I have a fix for everything if you just ask me. Like that sad look in your eyes? I know exactly how to get rid of it.” I was on my knees in front of him. I took his right hand and pulled it around me as I threw my weight back to the bed, spinning him to the mattress under me.

  Laughter rolled out of him. “Damn it, that was slick.”

  “Moves,” I waggled my eyebrows at him, “I’ve got them and I’m not afraid to use them.” I slid over his body, doing all I could to get the most skin-on-skin contact. I craved it with these men, that feeling of physical connection so strong in me that I couldn’t deny it. Inside, my wolf grumbled her approval.

  Whatever had been in my past was gone now, whatever beliefs I’d had about love, or connection, or falling for the right guy had been blown out the window, and I was going to ride the wind that had done the blowing.

  I let my mouth do what I’d been thinking about since I’d seen Brennan naked. I placed it just above his belly button and laid a wet kiss there, sucking at the skin. Flicking my tongue along his abs, I traced my way up his chest, his moans giving me all the encouragement I needed. I swept one hand down between us and let my fingers find his cock.

  “Ah, Cassandra.” He growled my name. “I wanted to please you, not the other way around.”

  “You did please me, and this pleases me.” I gave him a squeeze, pulling up on his cock, and his hips followed as his breath hitched. “It pleases me to touch you, as much as to be touched.”

  He reached up and cupped both my breasts, massaging them the way he’d done my legs. A boob massage? I almost laughed until that same liquid heat spread through me as his fingers worked some sort of magic into my skin, all the way through my upper body, chasing away tension and replacing it with desire.

  With a quick flick, he caught my nipples between his index and middle fingers, and tugged gently as his other fingers continued to spin that growing heat between us. Now, my breath hitched and I struggled to keep my mind on what I was doing. On the cock in my hand, hard despite its satiny skin.

  I sat up fully, and let my body slide down until the tip of his cock pressed against the opening of my pussy. Already that growing weight inside me that was a climax on its way filled my limbs and belly, beckoning to me.

  “Brennan.” I groaned his name, pushing down on his cock, but his hands were holding me tightly, holding me so I couldn’t quite get my pussy onto him. Yet that pressure on my nipples and breasts made me want to shove down on him hard. I wanted him to fill me, and make me do exactly as he promised.

  I wanted to scream his name as I came on top of him, riding him into an orgasm that would shatter us both.

  Chapter 14

  Brennan’s hands were all that were keeping us apart, kept me poised on top of him, our bodies straining toward one another. The only thing holding us back was Brennan’s trembling hands on my breasts.

  “This was not the plan I had,” he said with some difficulty.

  I struggled to speak around the sparks he was lighting through me, my nipples caught in his fingers, the pressure of his hard tip waiting to pierce me and I couldn’t quite reach it. I whimpered, and the whimper turned into a growl. I leaned forward, forcing his arms down as I collapsed on his chest, but that changed the angle of our hips.

  And gave me room to slide an inch of him into me. I groaned and wiggled my hips more, stretching for him again.

  “Impatient.” He growled the word but his hands didn’t cease their manipulation of my breasts. Tugging and teasing, he turned on the pleasure center and sent my mind spiraling with each deliberate move. With each flick, twist, lick. Oh, God. His mouth was on me now and I’d lost the battle; I knew I had. He’d drawn me up so that my breasts were at his mouth. He pushed them closer together and began to lave one nipple, then the other, back and forth while my pussy clenched and flexed with desire and my body wasn’t sure where it was, only that the pleasure he brought to me was undeniable.

  The heat of his mouth shot through me, the sounds of his wet lips and tongue as they licked at me, suckled my skin, drove me wild with wanting him. “Brennan, fuck me, please!”

  “Oh, so polite,” he whispered over my skin and completely ignored me. I couldn’t think past what he was doing, and then he had a hand between u
s, and he put his hands to even better use.

  Before I realized what he was doing, he flipped me over, and we were back to where we’d started. Me with my legs up on his shoulders.

  “I have plans, and I won’t be denied.” He grinned as he lowered his mouth to the folds of my pussy. He let his tongue dance over them while two fingers slid into me.

  “Yes, please!” I think I might have screamed the two words. I didn’t care. This edge of pleasure was driving me slightly mad, and I knew the only way to cure it was to have him fuck me hard and to climax again and again.

  His fingers slid in and out of me as his other hands swept up to my nipples. A distant part of my brain pointed out that not only was he determined, he had some serious ability to multitask. And then my brain went on hiatus once more as Brennan demanded that my body’s attention remain focused solely on him.

  Pleasure shot through me as I danced upward on the strings he’d attached to the various points of my body, stringing me up, drawing me out, and making me sob for more.

  “Cassandra,” just my name from his lips and I was grounded again. I opened my eyes and found him right above me, his body poised, trembling.

  “Brennan.” I reached up and drew his face to mine, our lips meeting and tongues tangling. I wrapped my legs up over his hips, bringing him closer to me as my body all but cried out in relief. This was what I wanted, this man and his laughter and magic touch. His cock stretched me as he slid in, and I couldn’t help the gasp from my mouth that tumbled into a groan of pleasure.

  “Don’t hold back,” I said. “I’ve got this.”

  He kissed me and pushed all the way in with a single thrust that had my mind and body exploding with pleasure that kissed along the razor edge between pain and ecstasy. The angle of his hips meant he rubbed along the front of my clit as he began a pounding pace that made my breath catch and my own body fight to keep up.

  His hands didn’t stop their roving, but instead slid my arms over my head where he pinned them with one big hand. The other he slipped between us once more, going straight to my nipples, making me arch and buck against him. I couldn’t help it, I could barely keep my body down. There was no more control left to me when it came to this man, not that I cared. I trusted him and I wanted him so badly, I could not think cohesive thoughts any longer.

  Held down, being brought to a climax, I could focus on the sensations as they rippled from so many parts of me. Pussy, clit, nipples, Brennan worked them as though he knew me inside out and exactly what I liked.

  Harder and harder, he thrust his cock into me. The sounds of wet, warm flesh music to my ears.

  “I can’t. Much, longer.” He shook as he spoke. I was close, but I couldn’t even say it. Didn’t dare speak for breaking the spell that held me under the weight of sensations that made me want to live here forever.

  I sucked in a sharp breath as the pressure in my belly began a steady growing wave that swept up and over my body, crashing into me with the bursting of a climax that I had been reaching for the entire time.

  My body convulsed around his and I wanted to reach for him, to mark him with my nails as I screamed his name. But I was held down and that meant that I was his completely, to do with as he wished.

  A second orgasm caught me off guard, my thoughts bringing it on in ripple effect, like aftershocks to an earthquake. Whimpering, I rode it, let it take me again as his cock slowed its wicked teasing pace.

  “Cassandra?”

  I opened my eyes slowly, feeling the tears at the edges of them for the first time. Brennan’s own eyes were full of worry. “Did I hurt you?”

  “God, no,” I whispered and he let my wrists go. I reached up and touched his face. “That was fucking amazing, Brennan. I didn’t expect that second orgasm, it caught me by surprise.”

  A grin slid over his face. “Well, then. Seeing as how you like surprises, wait till you see what I do next.”

  He scooped me up into his arms, sat up, and set me into his lap as his cock hardened once more.

  My eyebrows shot up and my mouth quirked to one side. “Already?”

  He grinned back at me, his hands cupping my ass tight. “Time for round two.”

  *_*_*_*

  The next morning dawned bright and cold, and I snuggled up against Brennan’s warm back. “Morning,” I mumbled against his skin. I think I had slept, off and on. But I was starting to feel the exhaustion of the last three nights spent in a different bed with a different man each time. I giggled, thinking I needed that magic whiskey Ally had before she started with her men. I stretched, feeling remarkably loose despite the night’s gymnastics. For a big man, Brennan was amazingly flexible.

  He sat up and rubbed a hand over his head, while reaching for me with the other. A knock on the door stopped him. “Come.”

  Havoc pushed the door open and stepped through. “You’re done, Bren.”

  Brennan finished reaching around for me and I took his hand in mine, giving it a squeeze. “I’ll see you later.” He leaned back and kissed me gently. “No matter what, Cassandra, I’m here for you.”

  He stood and stretched with his hands high over his head, giving both Havoc and me quite the view. Havoc rolled his eyes. “Get dressed, you exhibitionist. I need you and Keenan on the south side. Bianca’s sending in scouts again, and we think Raider went out that way.”

  Brennan tensed and was gone in a flash, grabbing clothes on the way.

  I sat on the bed, my eyes wide. “That was fast.”

  “Has to be. I gave him as long as I could with you, but if this weren’t as important as it is to you making a choice, I would have dragged him out of bed hours ago.” Havoc leaned on the door, his eyes raking me with a look that left me tingling, and suddenly not so tired at all.

  I didn’t back down from his gaze, but mimicked Brennan’s show. I slid from the bed and stretched with my hands high over my head. Slowly I walked across to the small washroom. At the door, I glanced over my shoulder at the man I’d met first in the Hive. A man I knew even then would play a part in my life. For all that I was enjoying every single one of the men, I couldn’t wait to have my hands on Havoc.

  He grinned at me. “I can’t wait, either, but if you keep looking at me like that you will get your one chance with me now, and that would be it.”

  I pouted at him and flounced through the bathroom door. The hot water of the shower was a welcome pick-me-up, though yesterday’s was nicer with the addition of Wilder’s hands. I scrubbed, and rinsed off as my mind raced ahead. I had to convince Wilder to take his position as an Alpha, and I was almost positive I could do it. Convincing men was a talent, and one that I tried not to use too often. But right at that moment, I needed it more than ever. That was, if I could even find him.

  As I dried off, a knock on the bathroom door derailed my thoughts. The smell was all musky vanilla wolf wanting me.

  Wilder.

  I moved to wrap the towel around my body and then thought better of it. I was offering Wilder a chance to fuck me, to make him one of my choices. I knew that it wasn’t fair in some ways, and I understood his need to not be like his father, but there was a time and a place to stand your ground. And there was a time and a place to look after your own, no matter the cost to yourself. Far as I was concerned, this was the latter of those two things, and Wilder needed to see that.

  I dropped the towel and opened the door.

  Wilder’s face was still bruised in spots, but I could see that he’d healed far faster than any human would have. I didn’t hesitate, but lifted a hand to his face, tracing his jaw as gently as I could. “I’ve been worried about you.”

  His dark eyes were half-shut, as if he were still sleepy. “I’m your bodyguard. You don’t have to worry about me.”

  “You’re more than that to me, and you know it.” I pressed forward and he stepped back, as if he didn’t want me to touch him. I blew out a breath. “Wilder. Raider is gone. With him gone, then that leaves this whole ceremonial choosing of an Alpha
open to Bianca taking over. I need you to step up. The pack needs you to step up as one of the Alphas.”

  His eyes flashed with anger and he took another step back. “I thought you understood why I didn’t want to be an Alpha.”

  I nodded. “I do. But I also understand when the greater need outweighs what we want for ourselves. You think I want to have to choose between any of you? You think I wanted to trade in my life for one in the woods? But I am doing it because lives are on the line, because it is the right thing to do.”

  I knew my voice was hardly the soft seductive route that I’d planned. The thing was, I believed my own words too fully to make them any softer. And a part of me was sad that he couldn’t see that.

  Maybe he wasn’t the Alpha I thought he was.

  He spun and was gone from the room before I could say anything else. While I hoped he’d gone to Havoc to tell him he would take his position as one of the Alphas, I doubted it.

  Wilder was running away. Again.

  A heavy weight slid over my shoulders. This was my doing, but I would not apologize for trying to make things right. For trying to make sure no one lost their lives for a tradition, that as far as I could see, was stupid as shit. What did it matter if I fucked six or seven men? What difference was a single man going to make to this process?

  And yet, I couldn’t deny the wolf in me wanted Wilder. She wanted to taste him, lick him all over, and fuck him until neither of us could see straight.

  I picked up my clothes from where they’d been tossed and slid them on. Boots, thick coat, jeans, shirt.

  I made my way down to where I’d eaten with the women the day before. Several of them were at the tables outside the kitchen, eating a monstrous breakfast. There were a couple of women I’d not seen the day before added in as well.