by Emma Dawn
I didn’t have her gift for words.
“I am home,” I said. “And I will protect you and my home with my life.”
A cheer rose through the air, and then the party broke into full swing. Once more, the Windrun pack and the Hive cemented bonds of allies.
Ally caught me in a gentle hug. “You look stunning, but you still have to shift, don’t you?”
I nodded. “I’m hoping they forget.”
Even as I said it, a hand lay on my shoulder. “Run with us, Cass.”
I turned to Wilder. He was a changed man since he took on his role as an Alpha, even though it was only a few days. The stress that he’d carried had fled. I hadn’t told him that his father had been the one to turn me. I wasn’t sure it was important, but maybe one day I would.
Maybe, one day, he would need to hear what my inner wolf had to say about his father trying to run from his responsibilities.
Wilder and Ally helped me out of the dress, and then I let the shift take me as if I had been doing it my whole life.
Once more on four paws, the wound in my side seemed to be gone. I perked my ears up at Wilder and he grinned. “Shifting often takes the last of a wound and heals it.”
I let out a yip and then I was running flat out. The pack caught my excitement and in a rush of fur and howls, we raced through the forest, tasting freedom on the air.
A howl raced up my throat and I let it fly, and my pack followed suit. We were pack, we were family, and I was finally home.
*_*_*_*
Of course, being home was all well and good, but I still had two men I had to take care of and I could not wait to do just that. Men I had pined for from the minute I’d met them both.
“Havoc.” I was at the top of the steps leading into the Haven as I called to him, once more in my flowing dress. The rest of the pack was scattered about, having fun with the vampires and each other. Renewing friendships and bonds. As much as it would be lovely to spend time with Ally, I needed Havoc first.
His gray hair was wildly mussed and the man was buck naked, mud splatters from the spring thaw the only thing covering any of him. Same as the first time I’d met him as he’d stepped into the hospital wing of the Hive and told me that Ally had sent him and that we were escaping together.
I gave him a wink and then spun and took off running into the Haven, my skirts flowing out around me. I felt like a princess, not an Alpha anything.
Behind me, I could hear him, his breathing coming fast and the sound of his feet on the stone floors.
I raced up the stairs that led into the individual quarters, and slammed into a door that led into a bedroom—I had no idea whose it was—and tumbled through. Havoc was there a split second later, and he slammed the door behind him.
His dark brown eyes were wild with lust. “From the moment I met you, I knew you would be mine.”
Chills swept up and down my body and I just stared at him. “I know. I knew you then.”
“Did you?”
I grinned and gave him a wink. “Doggy style is all the rage, isn’t it?”
He threw his head back and laughed which gave me the opening to step close and run my hands over his chest and abs. His laughter faded and he looked down at me as my hands continued their perusal of his rather fine body. I deliberately avoided his cock, despite the fact it was pretty much begging to be touched. I grinned up at Havoc. “You want to help me get out of this dress?”
He spun me around and yanked a hand down the back of the dress, the satin tearing in a single pull. The material flowed down my body, making me shiver as it kissed and touched my oversensitive skin.
“You think you can keep up with all of us?” Havoc whispered in my ear as his hands ghosted over my skin, barely touching, but the power and energy between us ramped up in massive increments. “You think you can keep us all happy?”
I leaned back into him. “I will not keep any of the Alphas who don’t want to stay. That’s why Tarack left.” A thought hit me, making me freeze where I was, fear lacing me despite my effort to control it. “Do you want to leave?”
“Never.” He kissed the nape of my neck, then gave the skin a light bite. “I will never leave you, Cassie. My queen. My Alpha. I’ve waited for you my whole life.”
I leaned into his chest, as his arms wrapped around me. I couldn’t resist wiggling my ass, trying to get closer to him, wanting all of him in me.
Wanting to feel him come with me at the heights of pleasure.
His hands kept moving, sliding up and down my skin, and I closed my eyes and let myself breathe into his touch and the sensations he was drawing up through me.
I tipped my head back, turning just enough to find his mouth with my own. A groan slid from him as his tongue dipped into my mouth, and his hands slid up to cup my breasts. He just held them, holding me tightly to his chest. I wanted more, though. I wanted to feel him inside me and I squirmed.
He pulled back, so our lips were barely touching. “Patience is a virtue.”
“Not when you want to come so bad your pussy is aching.” I fluttered my eyelashes up at him.
“Dirty girl,” he growled, then bent to kiss me again, letting our mouths become acquainted with one another. I wiggled and twisted in his hands, trying to force his hands to where I wanted. He smiled against my mouth and I smiled back.
Game on, my love.
I pulled back and blinked up at him, the words in my head stopping me like a bucket of ice water.
“What is it?”
I swallowed hard, then bit the bullet. “I love you. I love all of you.”
He kissed me. “I love you, too. That’s the way it is with Alphas and their mates. They meet and the love is true and straight through. Don’t be afraid of it, Cassie.”
His words eased that fear in me that I was jumping into the deep end. One thing to fuck six different men and call them my Alphas; another to realize I was falling—check that—had fallen in love with them all. Because I did love them all, and that should have freaked me the hell out, but it didn’t. Instead there was a calm inside me, as if my wolf was finally content.
I slid one of Havoc’s hands down to my pussy. He let me take it there, and slowly began to work his fingers through the folds, gently parting them so carefully as if he would break me. I wanted to grind against him and the smile on his face said he knew it. The ache in me demanded to be touched. To be thrust against and rocked into orgasmic oblivion.
“Havoc.” I growled his name and tried again to bounce against his cock. His hands kept me still.
“Patience,” he growled right back. Damn these men and their ability to hold off.
I wanted to ask him what the hell we were being patient for when a knock came on the door. I blinked up at Havoc and he gave me a wink. He said, “How about a two for one deal?”
My heartrate and libido shot through the roof. “Wilder?”
He nodded. “I can have you to myself later, but Wilder needs you now. And I’m not giving you all up. If you can share,” he turned and opened the door, letting Wilder in, “so can we.”
Wilder stepped in, his eyes and hair mimicking his name once more. His eyes coursed over me as he stripped his clothes off. Not a word passed between us as Havoc turned me to face him, crouched, and lifted me to straddle his hips. The tip of his cock pressed against my pussy and I couldn’t help the whimper.
He paused. “Good?”
I nodded, unable to find the words. Two men at once was not something I’d ever done and as excited as I was, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Havoc held me there with ease as he dropped his mouth to the side of my neck and began to nip and suck his way from the underside of my jawline down to my collarbone and then lower to the tops of my breasts.
Behind me, Wilder stepped closer, and ran his fingers up and down my spine. I didn’t know if I should lean forward or back. I wanted both men.
“Let us carry you,” Havoc said. “Just relax.”
A slow breath slid from me and I
did as he asked, letting them hold me. Wilder’s mouth found the back of my neck, his kisses soft and sensual as he flicked his tongue across my skin. I let my head roll back and his mouth was on mine and I wanted more of him. The musky vanilla that was all Wilder filled my senses and I growled softly. One of my hands was on Havoc, cupping the back of his head as he dropped his mouth to my thrust-upward breasts, and the other I reached back to hold Wilder close to me.
The sensation of four hands and two mouths working over my body was like nothing I’d ever dreamed of. It was as if they knew what the other would do and were playing off each other. Wilder would be soft, and Havoc would tug hard on my nipples, drawing a gasp from me. Then Havoc would soften his touch and Wilder’s fingers and mouth would dig in, demanding more of me. Back and forth they worked me, still neither of them taking it further.
Wilder took his mouth from me and looked to Havoc. Something passed between them because Wilder reached around my waist and slid his hand between my body and Havoc’s, straight to my pussy.
I cried out as he slid his thumb over the aching, throbbing nub. The need to be fucked hard rose in me. Need, desire, want, love. They tangled under my skin begging to be unleashed.
“Almost,” Havoc growled. “Patience.”
I found myself bucking against Wilder’s hand, trying to force Havoc’s cock into me. But it was the tip of Wilder’s cock that found my pussy first, sliding into the slick, hot heat that was the center of my body until it dripped down his length. I clamped my knees hard against Havoc and tipped my ass backward.
“More.” It was the only word that meant anything to me. More. I wanted all of them, inside of me.
Wilder slid out of me and I whimpered at the loss of his hard cock, and then he was pressing against the rim of my ass and I whimpered again. Not out of fear, but sheer, delicious want. Havoc slid his cock back to the opening of my pussy and I didn’t know which way to go.
Wilder’s thumb picked up a faster pace, pressing harder against the nub, hard enough that I knew I wasn’t going to last. I could feel that pressure rising, could feel the need to explode circling over me.
“She’s close,” Havoc growled.
He slid into me, his cock a hard, perfect fit that had my pussy convulsing around him. Wilder went a little slower, pressing against my rim carefully, sliding in inch by delicious inch while I writhed with the pleasure cascading upward from being held by two men I loved. Tears prickled at the edges of my eyes and I couldn’t catch them before they fell.
“Cassie,” Wilder froze.
“I’m okay, just incredibly happy.”
“You’re crying,” Havoc breathed the words, not moving an inch.
“Girls are complicated like that. Now you two better fuck me good, or I’m going to go find someone else who will.” I tried to sound tough, but even I heard the tears in my voice. Tears of joy.
Again, something seemed to pass between the two men. Havoc leaned back against the door and Wilder pressed his hands against the door over my shoulders, and they began to move in tandem with me pinned between them. I let my head fall back against Wilder’s shoulder as they slid in and out of me, leaving me crying out for them to fill me again.
Wilder pressed his face against my neck and Havoc caught one of my nipples in his mouth as the pace between them quickened. I cried out because the pressure was so overwhelming and I knew that nothing in my life would ever be the same. These were my men, they loved me and I knew without a shadow of a doubt they would never hurt me the way I’d been hurt in the past.
The orgasm grew slowly in my belly, so different than any climax I’d ever had before. Because this one, as much as it was my body coming on the touch and sensation of the two men riding me, was the knowledge that I finally was safe, that I was with those who loved me, and who I loved.
The heights took all three of us at the same time, and the tears that came as I climaxed were nothing short of pure joy.
Havoc lifted my chin with a finger. “Good?”
I managed a wobbly smile for him, then twisted so I had an arm around Wilder’s shoulders, and kissed him gently.
“Never better.”
Afterword
The Wrap Up
Thanks for coming along on this wild ride with me and Cassie! I hope you fell in love with her and her men (I certainly did!) and I hope you continue to enjoy the stories in the Stairway to Harem series.
Next up in the Stairway to Harem is Ally’s younger sister, Dominique, and a handful of warlocks who are looking rather dangerous and yummy as they decide if she will be strong enough to carry their magic for them—without a carrier, the magic in our world will die.
Wonder what happens to Tarack? Don’t worry, his story will be a stand-alone later this year as he follows the call of the wild and discovers he’s not done with strong women by a long shot.
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