by Fran Lee
The orgasm caught her totally off guard, and it took everything she had to keep from screaming out as she gasped and threw her head back against Mace’s muscular shoulder. Three soft groans filled her ears, and as she came back from the marvelous pleasure that had swamped her, Mace licked her neck and nipped her shoulder, setting off yet another.
By the time they arrived back at the house, her panties were soaked, and they barely made it up the curved staircase to the master bedroom before she almost tore Dune’s T-shirt off over his head while Gant tugged her shoes and pants off. Dune’s hot mouth was on her pussy before she hit the mattress. Gant sucked her nipples hard and deep into his mouth, and Mace watched her orgasm swamp her as he slowly removed his own jeans and boots, and tugged his shirt over his head.
Mace eased up beside the bed, and stared down into her glazed eyes as she lowered her gaze to his rampantly erect cock. One hand threaded into Gant’s thick hair, and the other surrounded Mace’s hot steel shaft. Dune’s tongue and lips and teeth made her moan and pump her hips up to meet his talented mouth. She tugged on Mace’s cock and he obeyed, leaning over her as she opened her lips and swallowed his silken erection until he caressed the back of her throat before she backed off and repeated.
“Kenna…gods, Kenna…so…damn…good…” Mace panted as she orgasmed from Dune’s sucking and probing on her cunt.
“Ah…ah…ah…” she cried as her body splintered into millions of tiny pieces…and Gant gently shoved his sibling aside, his thick, wide cock replacing Dune’s lips and tongue as he filled her to the point of bursting.
“That’s it, baby, take it all…it’s all for you…” he groaned as he filled her until his balls slapped against her ass.
Mace was to the point of bursting, but he gently pulled his throbbing shaft from her hot, hungry mouth, and pressed his thick fingers into the space between Gant’s pumping hips and her throbbing, engorged nubbin, scissoring her clit slowly with each deep thrust. His thumb pressed hard against the slick, pumping cock that filled her again and again, and Gant began to groan and pant.
“Fuck, bro…that feels so fucking hot…I’m coming…aw fuck!”
And Gant exploded, his body convulsing over her.
“Bastard!” Gant panted with a laugh at his brother’s wicked grin. “You did that on purpose…”
“I did…” Mace growled, and shoved Gant away, lifting Kenna onto his stiffly erect, throbbing cock. He pressed her back into the wall beside the drapes and lifted her lush ass a bit higher so that he could make long, wet strokes into her sheath. He felt her cunt tighten convulsively around his cock, and he bent to nip her shoulder hard enough to draw blood…enough to throw her into a wild, humping, screaming orgasm as her sweet breasts bounced madly against his chest. He slid one long finger into her ass with a soft groan, and felt her climax slam her again.
Kenna loved it when Mace fucked her like that…when he drew blood and brought her to the wildest form of orgasm possible. His finger teased her ass until Dune slid up behind her and whispered hot words in her ear as Mace eased her a bit lower to allow his sibling to enter her throbbing tight kiss.
“I love this tight little ass, baby…oh, hell yeah… ride us, Kenna…” his dirty words had the desired effect and she clamped them into her body and screamed as they drove her wild with their heated, eager lovemaking.
She reached back to hold Dune’s hard-pumping ass as Mace scissored her throbbing clit between two calloused fingers and gently bit her turgid nipple, urging her toward a massive climax.
“Don’t stop…ah, God, please don’t stop…” she gasped as they growled and snarled against her skin, Mace sucking hard on her nipples one at a time as Dune buried his teeth in the back of her shoulder and broke skin just enough to send her screaming over the cliff.
* * * * *
“The fucking Dumont bastards killed Aaron…” Jerrod and Farris Kennard growled at Vincent, but Vincent raised a clawed hand and snarled at both brothers.
“Aaron was a fool. He went up against three of the Dumont pack’s most deadly assassins with only a few men. I told him he needed a couple dozen, but he didn’t pay attention. Are the two of you paying attention?” They panted with their rage, but neither moved. “Who do we still have at the compound now that Jed is dead? We need eyes on the ground. I want to know everything that happens there…and I want you boys to know that listening to me is the only thing that will keep you alive. Understood?”
Jerrod growled, but he nodded and glanced at his brother. “We could send Sheba back. She could tell them she got scared and wanted to rejoin the pack. A female would be less suspect, and could get closer to that hybrid bitch.”
Vincent stared at his lieutenants and nodded slowly. “You seem to have more brains than your brother had. If you fail me, you won’t live long. Send the bitch, and make her understand that if she fucks this up, I will tear her throat out myself. And I want both of you to find me more wolves, since we just lost ten of our recruits. You really don’t want to disappoint me again.”
As the Kennards strode stiffly from his presence, he leaned back in his seat and smiled. The eldest Kennard had been too damn impetuous…had been a liability. He had been expendable. That left one less male between him and the hybrid bitch. The younger siblings could be controlled. And once he had her, he would control the Dumont pack as well.
The legend was as old as the packs. Most were. He had heard it when he was just a pup, and that was long ago. The legend of the silver bitch whose bloodlines would rule all future packs. Of course, so many of the younger ones thought it was just a myth, but all myths were grounded in fact. And Vincent Draga intended to control the bitch that would control the future.
* * * * *
Kenna awoke earlier than usual, and slipped silently from the big bed, making certain that she didn’t wake her worn out mates. It had been a hard month, with the younger Kennard brothers and the loosely knit Draga pack picking off their pack males one by one, making it necessary to constantly patrol the outlying settlements, and even to move some of the females and young into the compound to keep them safe from marauders. So far, they had lost six adult males, and four unmated females had been taken.
One of the unmated bitches that had fled the pack with the Kennards had showed back up, sniffing around for food and scraps since she’d apparently decided that the Draga pack didn’t appeal…but she was carefully watched, since Gant didn’t trust her at all. Kenna tried to be kind to her, but Gant had warned her that Sheba was not trustworthy, and to stay completely away from the female.
It just seemed wrong to shun a pack member, especially one with no family. So Kenna had quietly seen to it that Sheba was allowed to eat with the pack, and had a bed to sleep in. And when she’d seen how few clothes the woman had, she had sent some of her own clothes to her anonymously. The woman was unfriendly and stand-offish to the max, but Kenna didn’t believe in being cruel.
As she tiptoed into the bathroom for a much-needed shower, she wondered if perhaps Sheba might be able to help them find the rogues. It was worth a try. Maybe she could gain the female’s confidence somehow. And her hard-headed mates certainly wouldn’t be able to bring the wolf out of her shell…even if they were willing.
Her soapy hands slid over her growing belly gently, and she smiled as she thought of the three tiny lives she harbored. Would they look like their fathers? That would certainly make it simpler to keep track of them. And she knew that each of her mates would be thrilled to death if their pup was clearly theirs.
She’d watched many families of wolf shifters over the time she’d lived in the compound, and the fathers doted on the pups, taking up many parenting duties to allow the females to regain strength after they threw their litters. She’d also noted that the pups remained wolves until they were about two, and could manage their first change.
She sighed as she wondered if she would have to remain in wolf form for two years to care for the pups. That would certainly suck. She hadn’
t paid much attention to that part of family life in the pack. She wasn’t going to complain…but the aspect of having to be on four legs for so long didn’t exactly endear itself to her.
She would ask Helen what she should expect…
Chapter Ten
It was another week before Kenna had the chance to catch Sheba alone. The female slipped off into the forest during a cleanup of the common area that was normally shared by all the pack females and children. She didn’t want the others to overhear any conversation she had with Sheba, so she gave her a minutes’ head start before slipping away to follow.
But Sheba was nowhere to be seen. The she wolf had shifted and started to run. Kenna could tell by the deeper paw prints. Why would she shift and run? Damn! The bitch was up to no good.
She picked up her own pace, trying to catch up. It didn’t occur to her that they had passed well out of Dumont land until she topped a rise of earth, and found herself staring down a deep ravine that seemed to drop over a hundred feet before she caught the flash of water at the bottom.
She could see Sheba’s auburn pelt from a distance as the female darted into the tree line a few hundred yards from where she stood, but she hesitated to leave the deep cover she stood in to follow.
The she-wolf was headed toward that ravine, and fast enough to know where she was headed. It certainly wasn’t just some random jaunt. Kenna was pretty sure who was in the ravine, and she wasn’t about to follow the wolf into a dangerous situation. She backed quietly away and turned toward home, and stopped just before plowing into a massive body blocking her path.
Taking a couple of quick steps back, she felt hands on her upper arms as another male stopped her retreat, his body against her back. The scream of shock stuck in her throat as the male holding her bent and swiped his hot tongue over the side of her cheek.
The tall male in front of her grinned down at her and licked his lower lip. “Well, well…what have we here?” He inhaled deeply, and his eyes narrowed. “And she’s carrying…” His lip curved up at one corner as he took a slow step forward.
“Please let me go…I didn’t mean to trespass on anyone’s land. I was just following someone and didn’t realize I was out of Dumont territory.” She leaned away from the persistent tongue that investigated her ear and throat.
She kept her eyes down and her tone meek. She didn’t want him to think she was challenging him. Then a hand caught her chin, and her eyes were forced up. “Your manners are commendable. But I won’t attack a female carrying pups.”
Dark eyes probed her face, and the male holding her sniffed deeply at her hair. She could feel his arousal pressing into her ass.
She struggled to loosen his grip as she grated, “Please tell your man here to stop molesting me.”
“Blade is just checking you out. He won’t hurt you. It’s been a while since we’ve had a female around.”
Kenna felt a trickle of relief run through her. In spite of those alarming words, she suddenly felt safe…secure despite the way the wolf behind her was checking her out.
“What pack are you with?” Kenna managed to speak calmly in spite of her initial fright. Obviously they weren’t Draga’s males. They hadn’t attacked.
The male inhaled deeply, and ran his large palm down the front of his jeans to adjust himself. “No pack. We’ve lived on our own for a long time, minding our own business. Until some prick took our female and left us high and very dry.”
Kenna swallowed the lump that threatened to close her throat as the male at her back growled softly and moved back enough that she could no longer feel his cock pressed against her.
“That would have been Vincent Draga. He has been busy rounding up lone wolves to start his own pack after he was banished from ours for murder. He isn’t above stealing females to offer to his new recruits. I’m surprised he didn’t approach you and make you an offer of riches beyond your wildest dreams.”
The male behind her released her arms and moved forward so she could see him. He was almost as big as the one in front of her. “Who says he didn’t?” His voice seemed to rumble up from his chest.
Inhaling deeply, she tried not to let the way his grey eyes moved over her body bother her. Males without access to females were always a concern for unattached she-wolves. “Did you accept his offer?”
“What do you think, little one?” The taller male smiled crookedly.
Kenna squared her shoulders and lifted her chin further. “If you didn’t accept, I’m authorized to make you an offer to join the Dumont pack, since you are unaffiliated.”
The male who had held her arms rumbled softly, “We can take care of ourselves. We don’t need a pack.”
Dark eyes moved over her thoughtfully as the taller brother said quietly, “I take it you are the new alpha bitch of the Dumont pack if you have the authority to offer us sanctuary among you.”
“My name is Kenna Dumont. And yes, I am.” She startled the big male by offering her hand. He stared down at her extended palm for a long moment before reaching out to clasp it with his giant paw.
“We’ll think about your offer, Kenna Dumont. You can tell Gant that Lance Yellowhorse sends his greetings. My brothers and I prefer not to affiliate with others, but if the need arises, he knows where to find us.”
She smiled up at him and then glanced at his brother. “We have lost a number of our fighters to Vincent Draga. We can always use strong wolves at our side. And we have a number of unmated females who would certainly welcome such big and virile males.”
Blade stared down at her and glanced at Lance. “What do you think, brother?”
“We’ll think about it. We’ll escort you back to Dumont territory. It isn’t safe out here. The female you were following is part of the pack Draga had with him when he visited us. If they run across you, you won’t get away from them.”
She inhaled the combined scents of the two males and nodded. “I’ll remember the Yellowhorse brothers. You have a pleasing forest scent. I won’t be afraid of you next time.”
Blade leaned close and inhaled her scent once again, closing his eyes as if savoring her. She forced herself to remain still and not flinch away. “We’ll certainly remember you, sweet thing. If the rest of your females smell and taste like you, I might think twice before refusing your…kind…offer.” His eyes opened, and a shiver went through her.
Lance met his brother’s eyes and drew Kenna away from the feral-looking wolf. “Let’s get you back into Dumont territory, little one. It’ll be dark soon.”
* * * * *
It was full dark when the brothers halted just out of sight of the main compound, and Kenna drew a deep breath of relief. “I want to thank you for helping me. I’m truly indebted to you.”
“Are, you truly, sweet one?” Blade’s deep voice was almost a growl as she felt his hands slide around her hips, pulling her firmly back against his long, warm body.
“Brother, you are inviting Armageddon.” Lance’s soft growl warned the younger wolf.
“I ask nothing but a small reward. If she admits her debt to us, I will take my due.”
Kenna stiffened, her heart pounding in fear as the male wrapped both arms around her and breathed deeply against the side of her throat. Forcing the words to emerge from her tight throat, she gasped, “Um…what reward do you expect?”
She prayed to God that he wasn’t going to ask her for sex.
Lance growled, and reached to stop his brother, but she shook her head and lifted a trembling hand to touch Blade’s face where it pressed to the side of hers. “Tell me. If it is something I can give, I will do it. I repay my debts.”
His lips touched her ear, and sharp teeth grazed her earlobe as he growled softly, “A kiss, Kenna Dumont. I want to feel your sweet lips on mine. I will cherish knowing that I have been gifted with this small favor from one such as you…”
Kenna blinked in shock at his simple request. Without a word, she turned in his arms and wrapped hers around his neck, rising onto her toes
to press a soft kiss to his generous mouth, threading her fingers into his long hair. He groaned deep in his throat and wrapped one arm around her waist as his other hand pulled her against his trembling body.
Lance pressed his long form firmly against her back, and nuzzled aside her heavy hair to lick her shoulder gently. “Gods help us…brother, we need to leave her before we both get chewed up and spit out.”
Kenna turned to wrap Lance in her arms, and kissed him, too. She felt no lust in either male…just the desperate need for closeness. Their arms loosened, and she ran a hand from Lance’s shoulder to his heart, turning to do the same with Blade. “You are wonderful males. Strong and protective. We could use more like you if you would join us. You will always be welcome here. Again, my deepest thanks for your kindness. But I must go and let them know I’m safe…”
The brothers watched her walk quietly out of the trees in front of the compound gates, the imprint of her small hands on their chests, burning even through the heavy flannel of their shirts. Lance turned and dissolved into the trees, leaving his brother to follow as he wished. Never had either brother believed that the legend would become a reality. That she would bestow a small part of her burning spirit on them.
For Blade, her gently willing touch had calmed his boiling rage for vengeance. For Lance, her sweet kiss and the pressure of her hand on his chest had reassured him that his brothers and he at last had found a home.
They had been touched by an angel…
* * * * *
A shout was raised from the gate, and moments later, Kenna was surrounded by frantic pack members checking to see if she was harmed. A few took one whiff, and sent for the pack doctor. “Nothing happened…I’m okay…where are my mates?” She caught Friona by the shoulders and stared into the female’s tear-filled eyes to reassure her that she was well.
“They took a dozen enforcers and are scouring the forest for you. When it was told that you followed Sheba from the enclosure, and didn’t return, they went wild.” The she wolf gestured toward the pile of clothing beside the gate, and Kenna knew they had all shifted to track her more quickly.
