Thrown To The Wolf (Pack Heat Book 3)

by Sam Hall

  “What do you think I’m going to do? How am I a threat to you?”

  His stare went on and on, waiting, demanding an answer, until finally, Aaron spoke.

  “How do I know any of this is real? How do I know if this is the way it would have gone, if Jules or you would have picked me if it was all down to free will?”

  “Real?” Brandon’s head tilted to one side. For once, I watched the man I loved struggle to find the words, as if finally, he’d encountered a scenario he hadn’t prepared for. His brows creased, his jaw locked, and then he threw himself at us. He kissed me first, a wild unpractised thing, forcing his tongue between my lips, clawing at my hair before sandwiching me between them and bestowing the same on Aaron. I felt his hard cock push into my ribs, felt the drag of his chest across my nipples. He didn’t let up until Aaron whimpered, shoving his dick up against me in spasmodic pulses. “Does this feel real to you? Does it feel like I orchestrated this whole thing, pushing and pulling you around to my liking?” His teeth ground when Aaron didn’t answer. “You think I control you? Well then, let me show you what that’s like.” He glanced down at me. “Lift your leg and hook it back over Aaron’s hip.”

  “What?”

  “Do it.”

  I obeyed, feeling open and vulnerable in a way I never had before, as Aaron’s hand took my leg and situated it comfortably hooked over his. My thighs were spread, the dampness between them cooling in the evening air.

  “Look at you,” Brandon purred, his eyes cool and flat, but he looked me over with something that appeared to be satisfaction. I balked at that, that he would display me so blatantly, look me over like I was a prize piece of meat, and yet…

  I knew Brandon loved me. I knew he was always looking out for me, wanting to make sure I was safe and sane when having sex, so it was perhaps the abandonment of that, however temporarily, that had my clit twitching. This was Brandon off the chain. I could feel the thick length of Aaron’s cock close, but not close enough. He shifted underneath me, making small, blind, stabbing motions, trying to rectify that.

  “He’s desperate to get into that hot little cunt, and you want him thrusting in you, irrespective of whether it’ll hurt. Is your clit aching? Can you feel the air brushing against it and wanting something a whole lot firmer?” We both nodded feverishly. “Grab your cock,” he told Aaron. “Line it up, but don’t push it in.”

  My eyes fell closed as I felt Aaron’s fingers move, creating friction but not enough. I gasped when I felt his cock shift, my hips tipping back, wanting to aid the process in any way I could. There’s that thing when you’ve had a lover for some time. You know just how good they’re going to feel going in, and you start to crave it—and I did. As Brandon’s eyes burned, watching the two of us follow his order with a fierce expression on his face, I wriggled against Aaron, trying to close the deal.

  “Hold her still,” he commanded.

  Brandon took in every one of my gasps, every grunt of frustration with a smile. His face looked like a mask, none of my soft-eyed bookworm left.

  “Want it, do you? Want him to thrust inside you? Flick your little clit?”

  “You know I do,” I replied.

  “Shut up, both of you. No more bloody words until I say so, unless it’s ‘Tirian.’ That tells me everything needs to stop right now. Otherwise moan, cry, scream, I don’t fucking care, but no more words.”

  Brandon laid down beside us, his head level with my groin. I imagine we both watched as he reached out with one finger, our skin jumping in anticipation. He reached me first, drawing an inexorable line down my pubic mound, diving into the cleft, forging a path down the hood of my clit, forcing my body to twitch and jerk as it skated on past rather than stroking it over and over. I held out hope as it slid through my folds, my skin well lubricated by his spent seed and my own excitement, and for a second, my heart went to my throat as his finger dipped just inside me. Yes! I thought, imagining those long fingers stabbing in and…

  I heard Aaron’s moan when Brandon moved past me and made contact with the other man, felt the throb of his cock, the tremble of his fingers as he fought to hold his dick in place, just as Brandon had said. Brandon’s smile was slow and carnivorous as he took in every indication of an internal struggle.

  He must have taken control of Aaron’s cock as I felt him stiffen, then my folds were spread open by a thick length forcing their way through them. Not inside me, though my cunt twitched in anticipation of that. No, he rubbed the other man’s organ over me, the friction welcome yet frustrating. It was so much more than before and not enough.

  “Pull your hood back,” Brandon said to me. “Now,” when I didn’t move fast enough. My fingers slid down, and he watched every movement, eyes narrowing, as if waiting for me to disobey and stroke the poor thing as I needed. “Don’t worry.” Those grey eyes met mine. “He’ll give you what you want in just a second.” He shot a look over my shoulder. “Rub your cock along her seam. Feel that sweet, wet cling. Drag the head across her clit. She won’t want that just yet. She’s not quite ready, but she’ll tolerate it, or she’ll say the word. Then, when she's gasping, when she’s humming your name despite my orders that she say nothing, only then will I let you thrust this into her cunt. Do you understand me?” I felt the jiggle behind me that I assumed was a nod. “Be a good girl,” Brandon said as I jumped, “and I’ll go down on you as he fucks you, sucking your clit, licking up all the juices the two of you make.”

  He knew us so fucking well, it was frightening. The tension of pulling my hood back, the stretch in my hips from the position, the harsh drag of Aaron’s dick as he worked it against my clit, all of it had me squirming. I wanted slow, considerate licks or gentle strokes, drawing me higher and higher, but instead, I felt like it was being gently bludgeoned. Brandon grinned cruelly as my back went rigid, then my spine started twisting like a snake. He grabbed hold of my hip bone, forcing me to stay still.

  "Those sounds. I’ll never get used to those sounds.”

  My eyes fluttered open. Brandon watched the two of us like we were his favourite show. He got what he wanted. Those gasps, sometimes bleeding into yips, flowed from my lips without thinking. I couldn’t hold them back, couldn’t hold anything back. Arousal always felt like a slow burning flame that flared harder with provocation, but this was next level. I was on fire. My heart beat with the pulses of my cunt, clutching at emptiness, longing for that brutal dick to slide home where I needed it the most. I was getting closer and closer, but there was no pleasure in it. I wanted, needed something other than this fucking scene.

  “Aaron!”

  “And there it is. Hold the position, but fuck her. Fuck her until she comes and then some more.”

  Brandon’s words were a promise and a threat all rolled into one, but I didn’t care. Aaron shifted the angle of his dick, lining the sodden head up, and then drove himself inside me. My eyes went wide.

  Brandon watched with a terrible glee, his own cock throbbing, neglected. He didn’t seem to need any physical stimulus, just the sight of my mouth in a perfect O, Aaron’s arms slapping around me, holding me to him as he rutted. His lips grazed messily against my neck, his breath coming too fast to do much else. I found my body suddenly stilled, no longer thrashing wildly, then I worked my hips backwards in time to Aaron’s thrusts, and we finally worked together as a team.

  “Good girl,” Brandon said, and slithered forward. I watched him through slitted eyes, unable to focus as his head dropped down. He stuck his tongue out, for all the world like a naughty child, and gave me the side eye before he made contact.

  Fuuuck. I thrashed against Aaron’s arms. I was done with this. I would shove Brandon down, ride that insolent face, and tip my hips back far enough to let Aaron in. We’d drip feed him the juices he so desperately wanted. But we didn’t. Aaron seemed to sense I was about to make my escape, and his arms locked down as his teeth bit down on my shoulder.

  Jesus fucking Christ! Is that what they felt when I bit them?
I liked to bandy around flaming metaphors, but I really was on fire. Venom dripped down my neck, scoring my flesh as it went, and my skin felt hotter and hotter as he held on. My body worked on automatic, taking every stroke and giving back just as hard. During sex, it might be my clit aching or my nipples pulling tight, but this was my whole body. It felt like the air itself caressed me, as every square inch of my skin sensitised. And while I crested higher and higher, my throat raw now from the ragged sounds I was making, I just wanted to keep on going. This was something beyond mere fucking, this was transcendence.

  I felt Brandon’s tongue doing just as he’d said, making the sweetest of love to the place where Aaron and I joined, worshipping every centimetre. That’s what it was, I now realised—worship. My free hand landed on his scalp, and his eyes tilted up to meet mine, glowing green in the low light, and then I was gone.

  Orgasm for me was usually an ‘oh, oh, oh fuck!’ moment, followed by sweet spasming pleasure, then a slump on the bed and a burning desire for a nap. This was so far from that, I had no idea what word to use to describe it. For every pulse of my cunt came a sweeping wave of pleasure that swept through me from toes to fingertips. And it didn’t stop. Right when it began to trail away, it swept up again, until it felt like I was caught in a tide that was never going to go out. Aaron was tangled in it too, thrusting into me and unloading in pulses that mimicked my internal tides.

  Which didn’t prepare me for what came next.

  He pulled free of me, scrabbling back when he realised what he’d done, leaving me to fall heavily onto the bedroll. I looked up drunkenly, not completely sure what my name was let alone what had happened, and dimly recognised a bloody-faced Aaron and a huge grey wolf sitting by his side.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, holding out a hand. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

  What the fuck does he have to be sorry for? I thought. I was aware I should roll to my knees, scramble over there and see what the fuck was upsetting him, but I was broken. It’s why I just lay there when Brandon came to my side.

  “Fuck…” He turned my head, and I couldn’t have stopped him if I tried. I was limp as his fingers gently touched my neck, but he pulled back when I hissed. He probably thought it was pain, but instead, it was aftershocks shooting through me. “Jules? Jules, are you—”

  I was falling, some kind of terrible gravity yanking me down, no wind or air marking my passing, only my lurching stomach letting me know what was happening. And then I wasn’t. That same heat burned within me, but right now, it was a gentle glow. A glow that filled the whole place.

  I’ve been here before, I thought, and as if summoned by that, the Great White Wolf appeared. I jerked backwards, she now sat almost nose to nose with me, reaching forward to close the growing gap when I scrambled away. And then bam, the white place dissolved to reveal something else entirely.

  This is some next level Inception shit, right here, I thought, looking around me. The featureless space had given way to a bustling city, but unlike the ones I had seen in my lifetime, this one was beautiful.

  Buildings soared into the air in a series of fluid arcs, great crystalline windows filled with jewelled coloured glass depicted scenes from stories I was completely unfamiliar with. Broad plazas paved with rainbow mosaics were filled with elegant but oddly dressed people promenading to and fro. Huge sculptures of wolves prowled along public spaces, the white and black stone they were carved from containing a faintly iridescent glow. A sweet-scented breeze ruffled my hair, jerking my consciousness back to my own body.

  “OK,” I muttered. “So wow, this is amazing, but I have no idea why I’m supposed to be here.”

  As if summoned, a great procession of people emerged from behind one building, obviously having been walking along perpendicular to where I stood. Massive bouquets of flowers were carried, and confetti that shone in the sunlight was scattered, while those nearest to me immediately moved closer to watch the proceedings. By the time I hustled over, the crowd was four bodies deep, but in the end, it didn’t matter.

  I might’ve only been able to dimly make out the participants over the top of people’s heads, but the main attraction was clear for all to see. There, striding up the boulevard with a quiet dignity, was the Great Black Wolf.

  I took a step back instinctively, remembering that massive set of jaws that had emerged in our vision, the white fangs about to close around us. I blinked, jerking my attention to the here and now as I realised that I’d walked through the bodies of several onlookers as I’d done so. It appeared I was little more than a ghost. I didn’t get too long to ponder that, as the crowd all joined the end of the procession as the last of it passed by, and I followed along.

  People walked through the crowds, distributing leis of flowers, until everyone had one around their neck. A song in a language I didn’t understand was sung by one or two of the crowd with the rest soon joining in, and not long after the whole boulevard rang with it. And that wasn’t a metaphor of speech. By the sides of the road, tall crystal pillars had been erected. The stones shone, then let out a high pure note as the singing grew louder, the tips beginning to glow and then sending out bolts of light that connected the crystals together. I scanned the scene with a frown as I walked, trying to work out what the hell it was all for, when the crowd slowed down.

  I struggled to peer over the tops of people’s heads as some now performed some complex dance moves as well. Joy radiated from the face of every person I passed as I slid through the participants, making my way to the empty footpaths. I strode down the stony surface and saw the Great Black Wolf standing there at the edge of an immense plaza, waiting for something. I stopped when I got to the point he was at, my eyes darting over to catch a sidelong look at those massive black furred paws, before jerking away as some noise across the plaza had me turning to take a look.

  There, in mirror image to our side, was another huge singing and dancing crowd, and standing at the head was the Great White Wolf.

  She lifted her head, staring across the large space at her other half, and when I glanced up at him, he did the same. That gaze, green eyes burning into red, seemed to be the trigger they were waiting for. They strode forth into the square, the people following them much more slowly now, but their paws ate up the space and closed the gap between them until they reached two large podiums. Both climbed the steps with ease, then came to sit with tails tucked about their bodies, each watching the other. The music and celebrations grew louder. Worshippers toting instruments played them with wild abandon as dancing groups were formed, some centred around a woman, others around a man, though there were smaller groups of mixed participants. My head whipped up when I heard the hum, so similar to the one I’d heard in my head sometimes when my pack came together. The crystals ringing in the space, the podiums, even the ones people wore at their wrists and necks, all began to glow. The participants seemed to be inspired by this, moving their bodies in wilder and wilder movements so that when the glowing forms of their beasts appeared beside them, it was as if they had been shaken loose. The vast area filled now with both humanoid and lupine figures, the shadowy Tirians in every shade of black to white. And then it happened.

  The rise in sound had me looking back at the two wolves, their eyes glowing so bright, it hurt to look at them. The light, the sound, the increasingly frenzied dancing, all led to this. The two wolves shivered, their forms transforming until a man and a woman stood where the animals had. She was majestic, still a giant compared to us, her long red hair tumbling over her shoulders, her green dress hugging her shapely form before pooling across the podium. She smiled at him, that same gentle knowing smile women in love give their beloveds. He was tall, muscular, and dressed in simple brown leather armour that somewhat resembled what the Volken wore. His black hair was long as well, the ragged fall, the ice-blue eyes all very familiar. I watched the two of them step towards each other with a rising sense of dread, but not because of what they were about to do as their hands went t
o each other, their lips on a collision course. When they kissed, light exploded, washing everything away.

  My eyes jerked open, and the view of the tent reasserted itself. Both Aaron and Brandon hung over me, eyes creased with concern.

  “Sylvan,” I said, and then scrambled to my feet, wrapping a sheet around me as I left.

  12

  I dimly heard them calling my name as I left the tent, but I strode out into the camp, eyes searching the darkness, looking for the Volken seer.

  “Jules.”

  My head whipped around to see Slade standing by the fire, looking at me with concern. I loved that, but he was not my focus right now. I took a step, but was yanked back when the sheet I had wrapped around me caught on a tent peg. I pulled it furiously, hearing the fabric rip, but surged forward now I was free. Or I would have, if Slade hadn’t gotten in the way.

  “What’s going on?” he said, eyes taking in my dishevelled state.

  “Later, Slade,” I said. “I need to find Sylvan.”

  “Of course, it’s ‘later, Slade.’ You’ve got blood all over you, no clothes on, and look like you have a mating mark bitten into your neck, but now’s not the time to talk.”

  I frowned as I looked back at him. “What?”

  “This is the way it's been…well, since we mated.”

  “What? No. And anyway, I need to find Sylvan, now.”

  “Yep, and you needed to bring Jack into things, needed to fuck him in the lounge room while we slept. You needed to go off with Aaron the next night. You needed to mate Finn, after being nearly raped by half the men in Sanctuary and getting chained up for your efforts. You needed to go off with Jack to do god knows what and then you needed to turn the lot of us into a pack. My dads said it can be tough to be the first one, that your mate will often get caught up with her newer mates and forget about you, but I didn’t expect this.”

  “Expect what? That I’d get your permission for everything I do?”