Thrown To The Wolf (Pack Heat Book 3)

by Sam Hall

  Both of them managed to occupy all of my attention, as my own plate was sitting uneaten on the grass. I wanted Brandon to stop fucking around and reach out and touch me where I ached. I wished I’d been able to wear a dress or a skirt so Aaron’s fingers could graze the elastic at the leg opening, tease the fabric from my skin, and slip under. I watched Aaron fork food into his mouth and wanted to knock it away, put my pussy where the plate was, and watch him eat that from a whole other angle.

  “I need to…” I couldn’t get the words out, they clogged, choked in my throat.

  “We know what you need,” Brandon said, glancing out at the crowd, looking for all the world like we were having a conversation about the weather.

  “Why? Why is it so intense? Is this another heat?” I asked.

  Brandon grinned when he removed his hand, and it felt like a cool breeze washed over me, removing some of the cloud of lust. I blinked, then said, “It’s you. Both of you.”

  “And you. We can’t force you to feel desire, but when all of ours combine…”

  Oh yeah, I knew exactly how that felt. My eyes closed as Brandon’s hand landed back on my skin.

  “I told Aaron how I wanted tonight to go, in explicit detail. We both have a very clear mental image that’s making it very uncomfortable to sit here.” He waited until I was watching him to grab his rigid cock and adjust it in his jeans.

  “And that makes me want to strip off and let you fuck me by the fire,” I replied.

  Aaron choked on the mouthful he was chewing, spitting out the food and putting his plate down. His eyes were wide when he checked me out, as if to gauge whether or not I was serious. I wasn’t, was I?

  “Jules…” he rumbled, turning to me.

  “Stick to the plan.”

  Both of us started at the iron in Brandon’s voice. He’d never really shown alpha tendencies outside the bedroom, but we both felt that instinctive need to follow his instructions. I pushed back against it, shifting to face him. He grinned in the face of my insolent stare, picking up his food and eating it with a nonchalance that had my Tirian pacing inside me.

  You humans and your monkey games, she said dismissively.

  You are bonded to a creature with a whole lotta higher order brain function. We’ve got to do something with our time.

  Perhaps considering what to do once we reach the home of the Great Wolf could be a worthy enterprise for that brain of yours.

  Of ours, I corrected her. And if you have any information on that, now would be a good time to share it.

  It felt like she shuddered at that, and then did something I’d never really felt before. She…faded away.

  “Jules.”

  I was jerked back into the here and now by Brandon’s command. His eyes searched mine for a second before he nodded.

  “You want to touch your mate, don’t you?” he asked Aaron.

  “God, yes…” Aaron’s voice was a low moan.

  “Pull her onto your lap and kiss her. Kiss her with everything you have. Make her cunt drip and her heart ache. Make her feel like she’s the most precious thing in the world.”

  Why would a man Aaron’s size follow Brandon’s orders? It was hard to say. There was this terrible intensity to his words that just made disagreement seem like a ridiculous option. Aaron’s hands closed around my wrists, and he hauled me to him, much to the delight of his men. There were a whole lot of suggestions coming from the peanut gallery, some I’m not even sure were anatomically possible, but they fell away as soon as I was seated, his long hard length pressing up against my cunt through the seam of my jeans. I hovered above him, looking down at my newest mate, and one part of Brandon’s order was already fulfilled. My chest did ache as my fingers trailed along the close crop of his hair, a bright echo of what we’d created together before swelling inside me.

  “I love you,” I said.

  He stopped mid move towards me, eyes flickering for a second. His head cocked to one side, as if he hadn’t heard me right the first time, so I said it again. “I love you, love both of you. I thank whatever deity you want that I came to Sanctuary and met you guys. I’m proud to call you my mates.”

  We glanced over at Brandon, whose expression had transformed. The icy demeanour that had us jumping at his orders had thawed, and the muscles around his eyes had tensed, as if my words hurt him physically. His smile was tremulous, but he said, “Do it. Show our mate how much we love her.”

  It was the same order, and I felt the same compulsion, but somehow, seeing Brandon come undone made it all the better. I placed a hand on Aaron’s cheek as his went to the back of my head and tugged me down. His breath came in sharply when our lips collided, parting almost instantly. It had none of the slow sweetness of before. This was hunger, pure and simple. His hips bucked underneath me, grinding along my seam, making my clit throb dully. He was nipping, sucking, kissing me, his movements so fast, I could barely register them. He swept me up in this swirling morass of need, and it provoked one inside me too.

  I leaned forward, not wanting the kiss to end when he pulled back, but Aaron held me in place. “Jules, Jules…” he murmured as I whined. He turned me in his lap, so my back leant against his chest. I could feel the tension in my hips in this position, my legs splayed. “Look at him, our mate, our beautiful mate. He’s holding himself back by a thread, wanting to touch you but wanting to stay in control just as much. Take it from him, Jules. Break him down.”

  I was dimly aware of the cheers when I crawled over to Brandon. Perhaps Aaron’s guys really did think they were going to get a show tonight. Brandon didn’t move an inch, just growled, “This wasn’t what we had planned.”

  “No?” Aaron said from behind me. “Maybe we all need to be driven out of our minds tonight.”

  “And you think I’m not?” Brandon grated out the words, but when I pulled myself onto his lap, he softened underneath me. His arms went around me, his mouth tilted up as if waiting for me to kiss him. He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’ve ruined my plans. You always do.”

  “Does that make things better or worse?” I asked.

  “Better,” he growled as he pulled me down. “So much better.”

  Brandon kissed me, until I was dizzy with it, until my head swam and my heart pounded. I fought the urge to shove my hand down his pants or mine. He’d gotten what he wanted, anyway. My chest ached, my undies were drenched, and I seriously needed to find some kind of laundry solution, or everyone was going to smell me and not in the sexy way.

  “No, more,” he said when I drew back.

  “You want more? Go and get it,” I said, then jerked my head to Aaron, who watched us with burning eyes. I disentangled myself, going back to my place by the log, watching them consider my command.

  “This…this will make a statement,” Brandon said.

  “It’s who we are, isn’t it?” I asked.

  I gazed at the two of them, waiting for an indication of what they wanted to do.

  “You have the most to lose,” Brandon said to Aaron.

  The other man nodded. There was some tightness in his shoulders, but he reached out one arm and gestured for him to approach.

  It was weird, listening to the exclamations of the crowd as Brandon straddled Aaron, sitting where I had just sat, kissing the lips I still felt the imprint of. I watched them kiss with a kind of brutality I never got to experience. They clawed at each other so violently, I was expecting to hear fabric rip.

  Everyone would get used to this—that the two of them were together as well as with me. They would be free to touch each other as well as me, stroke each other’s hair, hold each other’s hand, show in the million ways I took for granted that they loved each other. But for some reason, I didn’t want to become accustomed to it. The ego-driven sting that came from being excluded for just a second heightened things somehow. Brandon’s insistence on this theatrical element to sex was all about creating controlled drama to what would otherwise become a humdrum thing as our re
lationship evolved. He would be forever orchestrating new ways to keep us on that edge, to keep us craving it, to keep us together.

  Because he knows, I thought. Familiarity was the perfect breeding ground for love and complacency, and he would never allow the negative to happen. When they pulled apart, I took in their pants and their bee-stung lips hungrily, imagining them wrapped around my nipples, sucking each other’s cocks. Fuck this. This was my pack, and it was time for the games to stop.

  “Tent, now.”

  “You need to eat, Jules,” one of them said. I didn’t know which. Food was completely superfluous as other hungers that had been stoked so carefully roared to life. I was starving for them. I needed them naked and under and over me. I needed us to come together, to try and replicate as best we could what we had wrought in the psychic space. Being apart from them hurt. My skin itched, and I needed their hands on me.

  Brandon shook his head as he watched my fingers turn to claws.

  “We’ll bring your food. You’re eating it afterwards.”

  “Whatever. Let's go.”

  I dimly noted my pack’s reaction as we stood to leave. Jack and Hawk smiled as we went, still feeling the first throb of the mate bond enough to know what was happening. Finn just followed us with his eyes without response. Slade was drinking and talking shit with Aaron’s guys, but he looked up and frowned slightly when we left. He managed to smile and wave though.

  “Naked,” I snapped as soon as we dove within the darkened gloom of the tent. A small LED light cast deep shadows over them, showed me they weren’t following my instructions. “Now.”

  “Now, Jules…” Brandon said.

  “No, no, no,” I said, shaking my head violently. “You’ve played your games, but that ends now. I can’t anymore. I need you, please. I’m not above begging.”

  They both glanced at each other, looking concerned, but they put the food down in the corner of the tent.

  Something settled inside me once they started to strip, so I ripped my own clothes off, tossing them to one side in my haste. They froze for a second, no doubt smelling whatever scent I gave off that indicated receptiveness. I lay there, a messy tangle of limbs, watching them watch me. Their eyes darkened, and their chests worked in long shuddering breaths. A spike of fear shot up my spine. They didn’t look like my lovers, these were the big bad wolves, ready to eat me up. I let my thighs fall open. I was ready for them to.

  Both of them surged forward, falling all over each other to get to me. Aaron’s mouth slammed down on mine, our kisses slightly flavoured by the taste of our blood. Brandon dropped kisses on my inner thigh, as if to rewrite the spots where Aaron had touched me, but I tugged him up.

  This was starting to go the way it usually did—endless lovely foreplay building and building to multiple amazing finishes. But that’s not what I wanted. I couldn’t tolerate anything that separated us right now. I needed him, them.

  Brandon’s brows creased and smoothed as he looked down at me, obviously confused about what was happening, until I reached down.

  “Jules—” he started as I grasped his cock, then stopped as I rubbed the head against my cunt. “Fuck!” His eyes went wide, then searched for Aaron’s. “She’s so fucking wet.”

  “Don’t tell me that,” Aaron said before he groaned, something that just got louder as I reached over and cupped his balls with my hand.

  Brandon finally relented, sinking into me. I felt every bloody inch, my back bowing until he was finally seated deep.

  “You OK?” he asked, the strain of holding still plain on his face, but I didn’t want him, Aaron, anyone to hold back. I answered with a flex of my hips, working him in and out within the limited range of movement I had. “Goddammit,” Brandon growled, but he began to thrust back.

  Something inside my skull broke loose and floated under the rapid pace of his thrusts, my head tipping back, my arms falling loosely against the sleeping roll. I was long and loose and liquid, but I was also hard and thrusting. I was Brandon’s gasps and Aaron’s hungry eyes, watching the proceedings. I opened my eyes a slit and smiled at the big man, then gestured for him to come closer. My mouth opened, to pant, to grunt some very unladylike noises of pleasure, to lick my lips and make it plain where I thought his cock should go. He shuffled over, running a gentle hand along my jaw, before placing that big bulbous head against my lips. I swallowed him, my cries reverberating down his length, provoking a spasmodic twitch of his hips.

  “Oh, fuck, Jules!” he said as my tongue swirled.

  This wasn’t going to take long. Brandon had over-egged this scenario, working us up so much that all we could do was stampede towards the inevitable. I slid a hand down between me and Brandon, his body slamming into my clit with every stroke, but I pulled the hood back. Fuck, it was both too much and just so fucking right. I heard Brandon’s inarticulate cries as my cunt snapped down around him, pulsing and twitching, knowing what was about to come.

  I hollowed my cheeks, forcing my mouth to tighten around Aaron’s swollen cock. I heard the ragged shift of his breath, the swell of his already considerable girth as he got that impossible hardness dicks get just before they come.

  And then he did, we did. You know how friggin’ hard that it is, to get three people to spontaneously orgasm at the same time? But it happened. The feel of Aaron’s hips jerking and trembling as he struggled not to force himself too deep, the rapid and desperate pulses shooting down my throat, all had me rising and then twitching around Brandon, my muffled cries forcing Aaron to pull his still jerking cock from my mouth, as if too sensitive to take anymore. Then that all fell away, and we stood in wolf form in the great yawning darkness of our psychic space.

  Aaron’s beast was big, his head lifted majestically as he surveyed the two of us. I followed his gaze when it settled, saw Brandon’s much paler beast shifting restlessly, seeming to almost dance on those long slender legs. Aaron whuffed at me, trotting over to Brandon and obviously expecting me to follow. I watched Brandon shy away as we drew closer, not running, but not entirely happy about staying either. He paced and whined, his green eyes flicking around the place, searching for threats, not expecting Aaron to come closer and push his muzzle into the smaller wolf’s fur and just sit there. I slunk up closer, feeling a tug to be a part of this, and also feeling like I should let them alone.

  They are your pack, my Tirian said, taking the choice from me and moving in closer. Assume they want you until they say otherwise, not the other way around.

  Smell was obviously an important part of our lives, if the guys’ reaction was anything to go by, but it was nothing while in Tirian form. I buried my nose in Brandon’s fur and felt the muscle tense under my touch. I breathed him in, the smell of wind, of dry grass, of a storm coming and the first rain. Aaron’s was similar, though there was also an undertone of wood to it. I breathed out, feeling their fur ruffle around my nose and that something else deep inside me was coming out with it. I blinked and saw the tent and our human forms reassert themselves, then turned to curl around the forms of my mates.

  11

  We lay there for some time in a comfortable silence, just hands stroking skin and hair, the only sounds the muffled ones coming from the celebration outside or our breaths. When I glanced up, the guys were grinning at me and each other.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Nothing,” Aaron said, pulling me over so I fitted in the curve of his body. “Just happy. I had a lot of thoughts about what might happen on this trip. This wasn’t one of them.”

  “Really? With Sylvan’s whole ‘you must become pack’ thing?” I asked.

  “Not a guarantee, Jules,” he said, smoothing his hand across my stomach and pushing my hips back against his.

  I could feel him thicken behind me, the spell we’d woven tonight too tenacious to die with just one session. I glanced at Brandon, who watched us with drowsy satisfaction. It seemed to be us together and the way we interacted that pleased him, as well as the hazy afterglow. That
contentment pricked at me.

  “You don’t look at all surprised,” I said. His smile widened slightly. “You knew this would happen.”

  “Not knew, suspected. You both are good people, you’re attracted to each other, and you’ve spent a bit of time together. All the elements for a relationship were there, so no, I’m not surprised that you made the bond.”

  “And you’ve watched us come together a million times in your visions.”

  “And I’ve watched you come together a million times in my visions.”

  The smile dropped as he watched Aaron stiffen, then shift until he was almost sheltering me within the curve of his body. Interestingly, his dick still throbbed, hard as nails. Brandon sat up with a frown, staring down at his hands for a moment and then back at us.

  “You say you love me. Well, you love a guy who has visions, who’s had many, many visions of you, both of you. Who’s seen so many slight variations of you, shaped by different events or contexts, and loves who you are now. I’m done hiding or being sorry for this. It’s who I am. I could no more change that than my eye colour.”

  I went to move, but Aaron held me where I was. I wasn’t sure if it was to protect me or for his own comfort. I twisted back, looking over my shoulder at the man.

  “It’s just Brandon.” Aaron’s eyes flicked from me to him and back again. “Nothing’s changed.” I held the uncomfortable position until I felt his body sag. “What is worrying you?”

  This was hard for Aaron, to admit any fear. His fingers shifted restively, I heard him swallow, then clear his throat.

  “What makes you fear me?”

  Brandon restated my question more bluntly, his eyes shining. He got up on his knees, moving towards us, every muscle straining with the effort of keeping himself in check.