by Jenny Penn
Now Kristen could see why Derek refused to allow the packs to intermingle. In fact, he had very strict rules forbidding any interaction between unmated Narin females and Covenanter males. If he found out about what had happened tonight, Derek would go on the war path. Fortunately, though, Kristen didn’t see any reason for him to learn about her unauthorized stop in Covenanter territory.
Thanks to his own rules, there was very little gossip spread between the two packs because the members simply didn’t know each other. Kristen knew that none of the Covenanters knew her, so even if the male bragged, he wouldn’t have a name. Hell, he probably hadn’t even realized that she was a werewolf at all.
That also meant she’d probably never run into him again. Once she had a good night’s sleep and all the musk wore off, Kristen knew she’d see that as a positive fact. Right then, it kind of depressed her because he sure had been kind of hot. He certainly had made her burn. Then he’d made her come, and her only regret was that it hadn’t been as sweaty and dirty as it could have been.
Kristen smiled, realizing the wine was actually starting to have an effect after all. Letting her eyes drift closed, she gave up the battle and allowed her hormones to unleash all the fantasies she’d been suppressing for the past half hour.
The man might be a jackass, but he’d looked good in those jeans. It was just too damn bad he’d been wearing a shirt. In her mind, she ripped it off and started changing the scenario to where he was the one entranced by her, willing to go to his knees and please Kristen at her command. Now there was a fantasy that lured her in.
Drifting off into that wonderland of erotic dreams, Kristen would have passed out in her tub if a tiny squeak hadn’t pricked her sense. The small, there-and-then-gone sound had her head snapping up as tension rushed back into her muscles. She sat there, ears straining to catch a whisper of the noise again.
Nothing. It had been nothing. She lived in an old house. It tended to groan and bemoan its age. But Kristen couldn’t help to think that it had never squeaked. It would have helped if she could have smelled anything beyond the powerful floral scent of her bubble bath. Then she could have scented any interlopers, but the overly sweet odor clung to her, making it impossible for her to relax with the certainty that she was alone.
The only way to know was to go see. There wouldn’t be any hope of relaxing for Kristen until she did. Plucking her robe off its hook as she rose out of the tub, Kristen didn’t bother to dry off before she shrugged into the short, silken garment. All she bothered to do was pull out the clump of wet hair raining water down her back and belt the thing.
Cautiously, pretty sure she was making a fool of herself, Kristen opened the bathroom door to peer into her bedroom. Everything appeared just as she’d left it. For some strange reason that didn’t make her feel any better, only more nervous as she moved out into the hall. Even the silence, which should have proven that her overactive imagination had gotten the better of her, felt too still.
This was all those damn Covenanters fault. They’d freaked her out, the one watching her with that steady, hungry gaze and the other chasing her through the parking lot. The wolf inside her was too nervous over her brush with such predatory males. All she was doing by tiptoeing around her own house was feeding the wolf’s paranoia.
Or, of course, she could have a complete breakdown. Kristen froze in the doorway of her kitchen. She didn’t remember leaving the sink light on, but Kristen knew for a fact that she hadn’t bought any groceries. So why was there a big, brown paper bag cluttering her counter?
Only one answer she could think of, not that she could figure out how to react to it. Paralyzed by conflicting urges to run for the door to escape, to her room to hide or to the phone to call for help, Kristen did nothing. She simply stood there staring at the bag as the chaos in her mind slowly condensed into a single certainty.
He was behind her.
Spinning around, her eyes widened at the sight of the Covenanter who had dared not only to enter her pack’s territory, but break into her house. Words should have come easily to her, accusations, threats, demands. They all faded into silence as that alluring scent began to wind around her. She could feel her mind begin to slip away from her as lust once again began to drive wanton images into her thoughts.
She barely had the breath, much less the reason, left to speak. Still, she managed to get the question out that burned through her brain.
“Why?”
Chapter 3Kort almost smiled at her whispered plea. She knew the answer, had to feel the truth. It was only the fear shining in her gaze that made her question the most obvious of realities. She was their mate. Their short, delicious mate flushing all pink with desire for them, and Kort couldn’t wait to taste the proof of his victory.
Even his mate couldn’t deny the scent of her arousal spicing the overwhelming, sweet floral odor radiating off her wet body. He watched with baited breath and hungry eyes as sexy rivulets of water trickled down her neck, slipping over the soft curve of her shoulder before disappearing into the heavenly shadow of her cleavage. Kort’s mouth watered to follow the erotic trail with hungry licks of his tongue even as his fingers clenched with the need to rip her silken robe from her body and reveal all of her smooth, luscious skin for him to feast on.
The sleek fabric drove him crazy, teasing him with the way it clung indecently to her body. Molded to her delicious curves, the robe couldn’t hide the fullness of her succulent breasts, the sweet roundness of her stomach, or the heavenly
V waiting for him between her legs. She was perfect, and she was his. The beast inside him clawed to the surface, howling in hungry demand. It thirsted to discover the color of her puckered nipples, to feel the creamy smoothness of her stomach against his, but mostly the beast wanted to bury its muzzle between those soft thighs and devour every inch of the delicious little pussy already creaming for his possession.
It need not weep, because his cock stood thick and hard, pulsing with need to lay claim to her cunt and ride her until she screamed in submission and begged him for her pleasure. She would submit. The beast would not rest until it had its mate protected under his dominance. Only then, when the wolf knew its mate would heed and obey, would it allow the man to worry over the apprehension still lingering in his mate’s gaze.
The musk had thickened in the air around them, fogging the sharp edges of her fear. As hard as the wolf worked to drug its mate into accepting him, the glimmer of denial still shimmered in his mate’s gaze. The sight of which only made the beast panic.
It would not lose this battle. The wolf could not live without its mate. The very thought sent the beast into a rage Kort couldn’t contain. He caved to the savage demands to close in on his mate as the wolf inside him thrashed and clawed, fighting to take full control of Kort’s body.
“Why?” The simple question whimpered out of her on a broken breath, but still it surprised him that she could speak at all. His own answer was rough and hard, growling out from the beast because the man didn’t have the mind left to explain.
“Because you are mine.”
“No.”
She shook her head in denial, but made no move to stop the handsreaching for the belt of her robe. The word alone would have halted Kort. The soft plea in it triggered a tender urge to soothe and seduce that was foreign to his nature. The wolf’s response felt more right, more natural.
Impatient and angered by its mate’s rejection, the beast broke free. For a blinding second, Kort felt the wolf swamp his senses, turning his fingers to claws as he shredded the robe from her body. Then man and beast were both left speechless, momentarily stunned by the beautiful feast waiting to be indulged in.
She was perfection. So very beautiful she made his cock swell to painful proportions with a need too great to be denied. He would have her. He would know the feel of her beneath him, of every soft, rounded curve squirming against him as he mounted her and plundered that swollen pussy peeking out at him.
The need to
see those sweet cunt lips parted, to have her open for his every desire, drove Kort one step closer to the edge of sanity. But when he stepped into her, she stepped back. The bold move surprised him. With as thick as the musk had gotten, his mate shouldn’t have the willpower left to offer even the weakest of defenses.
“No.” “Are you denying me?” The beast howled in anguish at the very thought, making it all the harder to form words.
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“I…I…” Her eyes closed as if she needed darkness to help find the words.
Kort didn’t plan on letting her find them. She’d already tested the limits of his control over the wolf. It railed in violent protest, demanding to be freed to force its mate into submission. Unleashed, the beast would have tumbled her to the floor, pinned her on her knees, and fucked her until she sobbed for mercy.
As appealing as the images the wolf burned into his mind were, Kort wanted more. He wanted to mold his hands around the soft, plump swells of her breasts and make her moan. A sound of passion, no longer one of refusal, the soft betrayal of her desire appeased the wolf.
The beast growled through him with pleasure, tightening his fingers as it reveled in making her gasp and arch with teasing swipes of his thumbs over her nipples. Not nearly appeased, but drunk on making her whimper, the beast showed no mercy as Kort curled his fingers over her tender tips.
The hard, puckered points burrowed deeper into his twisting, pinching grip as his mate swayed and panted against him. It wasn’t enough, not with that sweet, little pussy beckoning him with wet kisses every time her hips rolled and bumped into his. Releasing one of her breasts, he slid a hand down over the curve of her waist, tracing the flare of her hips before discovering the softly padded flesh of her ass.
His fingers dug in, dragging her up the thick thigh he used to part her softer ones with. The motion split her pussy open, exposing his denim-covered leg to the molten heat of her cunt dripping with her need. His mate growled, echoing the same want as her cunt as she ground her pussy against the hard muscle of his thigh. With slow, little rolls of her hips, she teased herself with but a bare taste of what he had to offer her.
It was enough to make her gasp and buck. Her motions grew frenzied as her head tipped back, her parted lips releasing mews of both need and pleasure that matched the escalating speed of her body against his. Kort could feel the tension in her body building toward release and snarled with the pain of having to hold himself back.
Sweet mercy above, he wanted to rip his jeans open and plunge his enflamed cock into the sultry balm of the pussy begging to be ravaged, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t let that happen. Not yet. Not until Jakob joined them.
Of course, Kort could only endure so much. The wolf certainly had no patience left. The beast’s hunger fed off its mate’s frantic motions as she approached the pinnacle of her arousal. Grasping her neck in a firm hold, he forced her head back until he could stare down into her heavy-lidded gaze and watch those beautiful features as she came undone in his arms.
It was a sight he’d never tire of seeing, one the wolf planned on enjoying many, many times tonight, starting right then. Kort gave himself over to the searing demands of the beast and fanned his hand across the swell of her ass and tilted her hips until he could feel the tight bud of her clit being caught and dragged over his thigh.
The motion had her keening and tensing as he forced her to ride him right through one climax and into the blooming clouds of another. Incoherent pleas fell all around him, driving Kort’s hunger to taste the sounds slipping from her lips.
Sealing the lush curves of her mouth with his own, he tried to go slowly, to commit the feel and flavor of her kiss to his memory. Kristen wouldn’t allow him that little treasure. Too wild to be denied, she locked her lips around his tongue and sucked the control right out of him.
With nothing left but the fiery burn of naked need ruling his actions, he repeatedly plundered the sweet, moist depths of her mouth until she jerked and bucked in his arms. The motions mimicked the clamp of her thighs over his as she pumped herself in forceful demand for more.
Kort wanted to give it to her, to push her over that edge and watch her completely lose control, to hear her climax, feel it as it soaked through his jeans. His hand spanned over her ass, bouncing her up over his hard thigh faster and faster until she tore her mouth away to pant out moans of her escalating pleasure.
Her arms twined around his shoulder, her nails digging into his muscles. She clung to him even as her hips lifted under his prodding, leaving his hand just enough room to slide along the seam of her ass and discover the hot, molten well of her desire.
“Your pussy is so soft, so hot, so wet. It begs for my touch.”
Kort slid his finger upward, through the thick river of her cream to the opening from which it wept. At just the brush of his fingertip, he felt the tiny opening contract and gasp in a silent plea to be filled. He answered the plea with a deep thrust of three fingers deep into her clenching sheath.
Kristen screamed and arched, bouncing her ass as she fucked along his fingers. Kort kept her pinned to his thigh, forcing her pussy lips to stay open and leave her clit vulnerable to the rough rub of his jeans. She went wild, shrieking and thrashing as her climax broke over her.
Kort shifted fast to his knees. That was his release, and he planned to taste it.For a second, Kristen thought she might actually crumble to the floor. The hard male body she’d been leaning against shifted, leaving her adrift as she swayed on legs too wobbly to support her weight. Gravity probably would have won the battle if a second set of thick, secure arms hadn’t anchored her back into the warm, strong chest of another man.
Kristen didn’t need to see to know that the second twin had arrived. His scent, so similar to his brother’s, had the same intoxicating effect on her senses. With her body still reeling explosion that had rocked through her, Kristen didn’t have any defenses left against that musk. It swirled through her, stiffening her tired muscles with renewed tension.
Clenched on the verge of a second overwhelming wave of pleasure, Kristen’s world split wide as a scream shot from the depths of her very soul at the feel of a soft tongue licking straight up her slit.
“Mine.” The word growled out against her tender folds, tickling her swollen flesh with its barely human sound. And that tongue was way too long. Covenanters, Kristen remembered for an instant, could halfmorph. The whispered rumors held that the beast in Covenanters could take control of the man’s body, morphing fingers into claws, tongues into wickedly delicious lengths all the while keeping the rest of the body human.
Not that she had the mind left to care who feasted on her pussy. Man or wolf, he devoured her cunt with such ravenous hunger Kristen could do nothing more than gasp and moan, arching her hips to offer more of her intimate flesh up for his tasting. He left no part of her unexplored, mesmerizing her with his erotic explorations.
Lured by the slow, sensual discovery of her nether lips, her head rolled across the hard bone of a man’s shoulder. When her forehead bumped into a rigid jawline, her eyes fluttered open. From the shadowed depths of the Covenanter’s features a cool set of jade eyes glowed as they studied her with predatory intent.
She was trapped, pinned between two wolves and completely at their mercy. Kristen knew they’d have none. Silently, she rejoiced in that fact, her own inner beast eagerly rousing to the primitive need for her mates’ domination.
Her submission whimpered out of her as the man behind lifted his hands to capture her breasts in his rough grip. The slow, sultry dance her mate had tuned her body to with his intimate kiss changed in that second, becoming ragged and desperate with a mere pinching tug on her tits at the same moment the hard edge of her other mate’s teeth scraped over her clit.
The tiny assaults electrified her, making her jerk out of rhythm. The two large, callus-tipped hands on her breasts jerked her back into the solid warmth of her mate’s strength while his brother’s kiss disintegrated from a sweet
exploration to a ravenous devouring.
Relentlessly he toyed with her clit, licking, nibbling, sucking on the little bundle of nerves until she cried out, blindly fighting the hold of the man behind her as her body erupted into wracking shudders. She could hear the incoherent words tumbling out of her lips as she tried to beg, plead, say anything that would bring the moment to a head and release her from the bone-crushing tension spiraling out of her womb.
A finger dipped into the opening of her cunt and widened her just enough to snap the ties of reality. She became a thing of wanton needs, desperately flexing her hips as she fucked herself along the solid length of first one, then two, and then four fingers. They pushed back, pressing into the sensitive walls of her sheath spasming around them.
She could feel the utopia cresting over the horizon of her soul when his fingers slid from her body, leaving her on the precipice of the greatest orgasm she’d ever experienced. He didn’t give her time to cry out any denials, before his mouth slid down and a warm, soft, playful tongue in to fill her aching pussy.
Gasping, she twisted in the arms trying to hold her still. As nice as the fingers teasing her nipples were, as sweetly playful as the tongue tormenting her sheath was, none of it filled the hard demand in her body for the rough pounding that would send her over the edge.
His fingers, wet and sticky with her own cream, followed the crease from her clenching cunt to the tight pucker of her anus. Kristen’s eyes widened. Her entire body stilled as he pressed one finger into her hidden back entrance. The unusual pressure sent thousands of little tiny pain chills scampering over the edges of her pleasure, sinking into it and mutating the nearly orgasmic weight of ecstasy’s wavering wing.
As the two waves of contrasting sensations crashed into each other, they collided, spiraling tightly together until she couldn’t tell one sensation from another. Torment became rapture, and the intensity became almost too much for her body to bear as it twisted and writhed beneath the heated whips of ecstasy beginning to sear across her body.
