Thrown To The Wolf (Pack Heat Book 3)

by Sam Hall

  He reached down to untie a leather pouch attached to his belt, the men around me stiffening. His movements slowed down as he pulled out a small handgun and then passed it to Aaron.

  My love inspected the piece, unclipping the magazine and eyeing the muzzle before handing it back. “You’ve kept it in excellent condition, but this kind of handgun has been obsolete in our world for sixty, maybe seventy years.” He grabbed his rifle, his turn to slow down now as the other Uldariel drew closer. “Fully automatic, Trijicon holo sight, multiple rails for accessories, angled foregrip, and a glass breaker flash suppressor.”

  “They are beautiful machines,” Ralnor said with a shine in his eyes that had the guys’ grips tightening on their guns, but he shook his head. “But I am neglecting my duties as host. I have my people carrying your supplies down to your vehicles. Perhaps you would like to send some of your people to supervise?” Aaron nodded to several, who peeled off to go back the way we’d come. “One of my healers could see to your man.” He gestured at Johnno, who eyed the pale man balefully. I guess that was warranted, as it was his people that put the arrow in his shoulder in the first place.

  “What do you think, Johnno?” The man shook his head. “Thank you, but we had a medical kit in the car and were able to perform a field dressing. He’s fine, aren’t you, Johnno?”

  The man in question gave a curt nod.

  “Well, your clothes have been moved to one of our rooms. Your lady may want to freshen up before the main event.”

  “Show us the way,” Finn said, walking in from outside, not looking any more relaxed than he had before. Perhaps he hadn’t been able to ‘get things in hand’ after all.

  “Of course, alpha,” Ralnor said with a dip of his head.

  The hall opened out into a large square, covered with cobblestones, though much smaller in size. Chairs and stools were set up at the perimeter, and Sylvan took a seat on one of them, looking at a woman who hurried over with a foaming tankard of something with a sour eye.

  “So, I’ll just waste yet more time sitting here, shall I?” he snarked.

  “You do that,” Aaron said.

  In the centre was an expansive firepit, and beside it were quite a few of Ralnor’s people. Many were stripped down to the waist as they butchered the corpses of the beasts we’d run from. I glanced at the beautiful fur, now matted with red blood as they were skinned, their entrails dragged out and removed by the women who milled about. Each carried large baskets and wore thick aprons to avoid the mess staining their pretty dresses.

  “Through here, my lady,” Ralnor said, moving to put a hand on my back. The instant his palm connected with my torso, the guys moved closer, growls rising in their throats. “My apologies,” he said, stepping away. “I didn’t realise you were yet to formalise your pack. Vesryn, have the clothes we brought up put into the larger room. You have six men, yes?”

  I paused. That sounded obscene, being stated in the calm, reasonable tone Ralnor was using, but I nodded.

  “Excellent. Your other men were just getting refreshments, but I will have them sent to you straight away.”

  “Stay here, eyes open,” Aaron said to his guys. “I need everyone’s eyes on this building. We’ve got something we need to do in here, and I need to know we’re safe.”

  “You got it, Moonie,” Johnno said.

  Aaron nodded, and then we all followed Ralnor to another building.

  Of course, now that we were in the safe environment Finn had asked for, I felt nervous being alone with my guys. I put my hand on the door handle and paused. This was different. Sanctuary seemed to revolve around men hanging around and women making the mating marks, and we were about to ignore that. I glanced over my shoulder at half my pack, standing there, waiting, and not just for me to open the door. Walking inside this private space had a meaning to it.

  The room was light and airy, the windows covered with thin cotton curtains that had been hand embroidered. Tapestries showing scenes dominated by large white or black wolves were hung on the walls, but they weren’t what drew my eyes. It was a huge room, and in the middle was a massive bed that rivalled even the one in our home. This was pretty too, a four-poster with carved posts and filmy fabric hanging down to create what I bet would feel like a cocoon to hide away from the world. I moved towards it, instinctively searching for something to settle me after today’s insanity. Then I heard the rumble.

  I froze with my knee on the bed, not feeling like me right now—clumsy, spent most of her life as a human, Jules. I didn’t even feel like the kind of girl who fucked two of her mates to put another in his place. Rather, when I turned to face the three of them, spread out evenly through the space of the room, Finn in front of the door and blocking my exit, I felt like prey.

  Is this why they don’t allow men to mark women? I thought. They were so still, just standing there, their facial features partially obscured by the diffused light streaming through the windows. I couldn’t see the softness of Brandon’s eyes or the need to hold me in Aaron’s. They just watched and waited, like they had all the time in the world.

  Then Slade, Hawk, and Jack found us, and seemed to sense the mood before they even got in the door, despite the rough glass bottles in their hands. A trill of fear slipped through me. How did they know? Why did they watch me with the same implacable look that seemed expressionless and hungry all at the same time? Were they communicating with each other without me?

  “I—”

  I didn’t get the sentence out. A low growl came from Finn as he took a step towards me, the others not far behind.

  “Stop!” I said, my voice ringing out, my hand up, as if that would be enough to halt them, but it did. The weird mood didn’t dissipate though, they just stayed where they were, frozen like statues. I studied the lot of them, saw the greenish shine in all of their eyes, and swallowed hard.

  “You think you’re the only one who feels these impulses?” Finn grated out.

  “No, I—”

  “Just let me get this out,” he said.

  I sat down on the bed, something every single one of them noted. Bodies shifted, hands flexed, but they didn’t move closer.

  “You want us to do something we’ve all been told is an anathema. It’s instant exile back home. Women make mating marks, not men. To ensure consent, to allow women to control the process.” Aaron’s stance faltered at that, his weight switching from one foot to another. “If we go through with what you’re proposing, it could mean we are all forced back through the gate the moment we get to Sanctuary.”

  I blinked at that. Bring Buddy here? And what? Create some sort of home out here, where the rock crushers and meep meeps roam? I shook my head and then straightened my spine.

  “Isn’t that already a done deal?” I jerked the collar of my shirt down, eyes instantly going to the skin revealed there. “At least for Aaron and me?”

  That provoked a grumble from the man himself, and he took a step towards me, but Finn put a hand out.

  “No, once one of us starts touching her, it’ll devolve pretty quickly. We hold this back until it’s all sorted.”

  “Ooh, Prince Perfect is getting all dominant and growly,” Jack said, placing a theatrical hand on his chest. “My heart’s all a-flutter.” He flopped down into a nearby chair, hooked a leg over one arm, and then rubbed his palm down his zip. “Look at him, all mussed and hanging by a thread. Much more interesting than robot Finn, Jules. You can thank me later with lots of blowjobs, extra slobber.”

  “Get fucked, Jack,” I snapped.

  “Oh no, love,” he said, pulling out a packet of cigarettes and putting one to his lips. “That’s gonna be you.”

  And it was. While there were other relationships in the pack, today was going to be all about theirs with me. I would walk out of here, bleeding, covered in their marks, indelibly branded by the lot of them. I would be as much theirs as they were mine, and that was terrifying.

  Maybe it was my Tirian inside me, maybe it was just me
, never able to back down from a fight, but I felt a fluid strength in my spine as I stood up.

  “You can’t sort this out, Finn,” I said, as my hands went to the hem of my shirt, the growl in his chest growing louder and louder as I inched it up over my stomach. “You have to just do it.”

  “Stop, Jules…” he snarled, the guys behind him starting to move, his control over them slipping. I pulled it slowly higher, over my ribs. “We need to talk about…” His voice trailed away as he studied every inch of my revealed skin. “Jules…” he said, panting. “Jules, STOP!”

  His will beat down upon me, but my fingers moved. It wasn’t that one of us was stronger than the other, it was that we were strong together, and he needed to know that.

  “Fuck!” he shouted, and the other guys let out their breath as his control shattered. He closed the gap between us, his hands going to my shirt, tugging it off in one moment, then my pants, and then throwing me down on the bed in the next.

  “You push me past fucking endurance!”

  “No, Finn,” I said, touching his cheek. “I let who you are come out.”

  My moment of rebellion was well and truly over. I lay limply as he pulled back to strip his clothes off, and the others did the same. Except Jack. He watched the proceedings like the King of Misrule, loving the heightened tension in the room as his eyes took in the way my pack clambered on the bed to surround me, smiling as hands went to cocks, then reached out for me.

  I put my arms around Finn as soon as he landed on the mattress, holding himself up on his hands and knees, looking down at me like he wanted to swallow me whole but didn’t trust himself to do so. It was weird. He was my mate, yet the fact that the bond had only been made a short time ago, coupled with an emotional absence, gave this some of the frisson of being with someone new. He didn’t trust himself yet, I could see it, so I stroked my hands along his sides and said, “What do you want to do, Finn?”

  “No, I can’t…”

  “Finn, what do you want to do?”

  I watched his jaw work, the tension there causing the muscles to flex, his arms starting to shake slightly with the effort of holding himself back.

  “Finn.”

  I was surprised to hear some of that same alpha command in my voice. It had the echoey quality to it that I’d used when I had just turned. I said his name again, leaning harder on the word, and felt my will push against his until something snapped.

  “I want you,” he snapped, lunging at me so his face was so close to mine, yet not quite touching. “I want to fill you with my cum, eradicate any evidence of anyone else having touched you. I want to touch you everywhere, lick you, suck you until you’re fucking screaming and neither of us can remember the shit of the last few days. I want to fuck you until I forget, the way those men walked into the mouth of the wolf, the things they’re doing to my Dads, the fact that I let this happen.” I felt tears prick at my eyes, and I reached for him, but he shook his head. “But mostly?” His eyes bled phosphorescent green. “I want to turn you over, jam my cock in you, and bite down hard as I fuck you, making you mine forever.”

  And there it was, all out on the table. Finn had fucking hurt me with his bullshit, but I knew now this was who he was. He was a man driven by ideals. He expected a lot from us, but none more than himself, and he wasn’t afraid to wage a bloody war with himself to live up to them. There may be times in the future where that same idealism drew him away rather than to me, but once we made this step, he would be unable to go very far. That could be heaven or hell, but I was willing to take the chance. I’m not sure why the guys started humming as I turned myself over, but the sound filled the room. Sex is always a vulnerable thing, but this position? I moved as the growls rose in intensity, turning my back on an apex predator.

  “No, Jules…”

  He fought it until the end, but as his body slapped against mine, my eyes closed for a second, glorying in the feel of it. Something inside me twisted painfully. I’d been holding a lid on the hurt that Finn’s absence had caused, but that was off now. I bit back a sob as his hands clawed at my back and hips, his fingers passing roughly along my seam, sending sparks of pleasure as he paused before spearing several inside me.

  They came more freely as he worked them in and out, a rough, economical gesture with none of the usual care he took, but I wanted, needed that. I didn’t want anything—even consideration—between us. My skin cried out for him, needing his touch like oxygen. He groaned as my legs spread wider, pushing back against his hand, taking him easily now, my cunt wet and ready for him.

  “Jules, I can’t make it good—”

  “Yes, you can,” I gasped. “Fuck me, bite me. Do exactly as you said.”

  I heard the sounds of him fighting with himself as he positioned himself between my legs, rubbing his cock where I ached the most, holding me still when I tried to push the head inside. His fingers were like iron as they bit into my hips while he paused for a second, and then he surged forward.

  Fuck! My mouth fell open as I felt him bury himself to the hilt, and then the rest of the guys moved.

  “You OK?” Brandon whispered, and I nodded as his lips went to mine, drawing me into the sweetest kiss, the perfect counterpoint to Finn’s ferocity. It wasn’t something I wanted to do every time, but sometimes there’s a pleasure to be found in a good, hard fucking. His cock slammed into me over and over, the rapid pass of his dick rubbing hard on that good place inside me as his balls slapped against my clit, sending stinging waves of bliss through me.

  I pulled away from Brandon for a second when I felt a hand slide down my body, and looked down to see Slade shoot me a cheeky wink as his fingers reached out to work my clit. Finn growled as my cunt clenched down on him. His hands shook where he held me, his groans coming freely now.

  “Look at him come undone,” Aaron said, laying down beside me to toy with my nipple. “You’ve torn his control to pieces. He’s like a fucking animal for you.”

  “Shut up,” Finn ground out. “Shut the fuck up.”

  “I dunno if you’ll ever get him this wild again,” Aaron said.

  “Sounds like you envy her,” Brandon said.

  “No, just want something similar from you later.”

  Brandon just stared for a moment and then shook his head. “Touch her, get her ready for what’s coming, because Finn can’t.”

  “On it,” Hawk said, sliding on to the other side. He smiled when he saw me turn to look at him through eyes half slitted. “You look so beautiful, Jules.” Then he grabbed my breast, drawing the aching nipple into his mouth.

  Oh god. If the previous sexual hijinks in the back of the car was all about dominance, this was about surrender. It was tempting to think I was merely the point where my pack intersected, but that wasn’t right. I was the recipient. They all laboured over my body, trying to wring the greatest amount of pleasure from it.

  And they did.

  “Finn,” I moaned. I was close, so fucking close. You always feel that rise in the sweet ache that leads to orgasm, but right now, I felt swollen. The rhythmic pull of Hawk and Aaron’s mouths on my nipples, the increasing flick of Slade’s fingers, and Brandon sucking down my cries was just about to push me over the edge.

  Finn seemed to sense this, and dragged me up and away from the rest of the pack, holding me against his body as he made slower, deeper lunges inside.

  “I’ve got you, Jules,” he said. “I’ve got you.”

  I felt the burn of his tongue as he licked the side of my neck, the venom more sensitive when it ran across the corrugations of my previous scars. I stiffened at the nip of his teeth, his cock throbbing as I clenched around him.

  “Do it,” I rasped. “I need it.”

  And I did. I hung in the endlessly sweet period of pleasure, where the whole world feels like it stills for that moment right before you come. But this was sustained, teased endlessly by the rapid movement of his cock, but not yet thrown off the edge into bliss. I heard the jagged shift of h
is breath, felt the erratic snap of his hips, and then his teeth closed around my flesh.

  The world exploded, and so did I.

  The orgasm that came was amazing while somehow being almost irrelevant, as with it came a rushing tumble of emotions. Shame and contrition, love and need, remorse and repentance and bliss and ecstasy and Finn—just Finn. He throbbed through as his hand held my hips still, his cock jetting ropes of cum inside me.

  He didn’t let go of me when we started to come back down, just licked the sluggish well of blood from my neck and held me close, so for a moment, I could just bask in feeling Finn.

  “You OK, love?”

  I looked up to see Brandon and Aaron eyeing me cautiously, and I understood why. The last time I’d been marked, I’d gone into some kind of altered state, so they appeared ridiculously pleased to see my eyes flutter open. I reached for them wordlessly, kissing one then the other, over and over. I’d just come, I felt the trickle of Finn’s seed within me, his cock still hard, but I needed their lips, the taste of them on my tongue. Which was perhaps why Finn turned me in his arms and kissed me before pulling away.

  “Don’t,” I said, and immediately regretted it. We’d only just reconnected, and the separation felt instantly painful, something that struck Finn hard, but he scooped me up and held me to his chest.

  “It’s OK. We’re bound together as closely as a man and woman can be. I’ll never do that to you again.” He turned me in his arms and pointed me at Aaron and Brandon. “Look at how hard they are for you, how much they’re longing to touch you.” All four guys were, but it appeared some sort of order had been established, and Slade and Hawk were content to watch the proceedings with hungry eyes. “Go to them, Jules, and let them make you theirs. I’m not going anywhere.”

  “This isn’t some kind of production line. You don’t have to do me one after the other,” I said as Aaron took me from Finn.

  “Have to?” he said, hand slipping between my thighs. “No. Want to? Hell, yes. Isn’t that right, love?”