Thrown To The Wolf (Pack Heat Book 3)

by Sam Hall

  “How you doing, mate? She’s getting close.”

  “So am I,” Hawk growled.

  He rolled us over and threw me down on the bed without breaking our connection, my legs wrapping around him. “Fuck!” I cried as my spine began to lengthen. It’s coming, I’m coming, so, so close.

  “Hawk!” I yelped.

  “Gotcha, babe.”

  He thrust and he thrust and he thrust, his hard abdomen grinding into my clit with every stroke, and then it happened. He paused for a second, as if to prevent the inevitable.

  “I love you so fucking much, Jules,” he said, and then he struck.

  My cunt convulsed around him as he pulled screams from me, my whole body shaking with waves of pleasure as his fangs dug into my shoulder.

  The bite created some kind of sonic boom inside us. Me, Hawk, we were both picked up and tumbled roughly together, meshed in ways I couldn’t follow as it happened so quickly, and then we were spat out.

  I was in Tirian form, and so was he. He was a big, darker grey beast, his eyes glowing like green embers in the darkness. He strode over to my side, thrusting his muzzle into my fur, his teeth closing over my skin. My Tirian growled at that, but he stood firm, not hurting me, but not backing down either. Finally, our head snapped around and our teeth grabbed the same place in his ruff. Each held onto the other until the world shattered.

  Where there were two wolves, now there was one. Hawk’s and my consciousnesses collided uncomfortably, doing something we’re not used to, but our Tirians had no such issues with. Their melding seemed almost a natural state, if the steady thrum inside this body was anything to go by. Then we began to run.

  So much bigger, so much more powerful, our strides ate the ground beneath us. Wolflantis hovered there on the horizon, coming closer with each thud of our paws. Something shifted in the black water, as if summoned by our previous escapades with the portal, something sinuous. Red lights winked into being all along the far coast, more of those fucking ghost wolves, and we were running straight towards them. The black sun fell lower and lower in the sky, as it always did when we came here, and I felt our body stretch and bunch, running harder, faster to catch it.

  We had to bite the sun, the venom flowing freely from our mouths with the need to do so, each drop that hit the dark earth beneath us creating pinpoints of light. A glowing trail marked our passing as we raced faster and faster. An errant tentacle rose from the water’s surface as if to prevent us, the red eyes of the ghost wolves bobbed and wove as they grew more agitated, but on we ran. The land soon gave out, becoming soft and powdery like sand. That didn’t slow us as we approached the water’s edge. Our powerful haunches coiled and then we—

  “Jules?”

  I came to on the bed, in Hawk’s arms, both of us blinking as the world faded back in.

  “You were screaming, love,” Slade said, pushing my hair back from my face.

  I paid little mind to that, turning in Hawk’s embrace to kiss him, gratified when I saw the replete expression on his face, then I moved to Slade. Hawk sank into the bed, half asleep by the time I kissed my other mate.

  “Jules, what—?”

  I silenced Slade with a kiss, and another and another, until he stopped trying to talk and just stared at me muzzily, eyes glassy with lust. I smiled at the sight of it, and then made my move.

  Slade had a lovely body. Not quite as big as say Aaron or Hawk, but every muscle was clearly defined. I traced the curves of his deltoids down to his bulging biceps, drew his collarbones and around his pecs, following the shallow hollow that divided his abs, right down to his cock. His breath came out rough as I stroked that rigid length. Slade was a great mate, waiting all this time for me to be done, stroking me and giving me pleasure as I finalised my relationships with the rest of the pack. Now it was his turn.

  “No, Jules, don’t I’ll… unh!”

  I dropped down low before him as a sign of respect and while there, took the throbbing length of his cock into my mouth.

  “Fuck, Jules, you’ll make me come too fast!”

  I ignored his plea and the soft feel of his hands on my hair while I worked my mouth up and down. His groans grew louder as I sped up, growing sharp as I let my tongue flicker along his length. I pushed him to the point of distraction until he shoved me away.

  I reclined on my elbows. He was so fucking beautiful right now—his chest heavy, his muscles tight as he fought his twitching dick for control. It was so red and aching, the veins standing out proud. I relished the moment his mouth twisted into a snarl once he’d mastered himself and then prowled over to me.

  “You’re mine,” he rumbled. I didn’t reply, just smiled insolently, loving the way that made the green shine in his eyes. “This is it, Jules. There’s no coming back from this.”

  “I don’t want to come back from this.”

  For a moment, I considered my life back in Melville. It was a good life, one I could have died happy with if the drought hadn’t come. But this? I glanced around the room at my guys, watching me or sleeping. Brandon was now ploughing into Aaron, both men a picture of bliss. I watched their bodies slap together as their pace grew faster and faster, Brandon’s face a mask as his lips peeled back from his fangs, blood running down his neck. I tugged Slade to me, his body a comforting weight on mine, then becoming something much more exciting as he worked his dick inside me.

  “Always wanted to do this,” he said, as he began to move, his pace slow, way too slow. “My mouth fills with venom every time I get close to you.”

  “Slade.”

  Finn’s voice was a low growl, but Slade ignored him and persisted. He pushed himself up on his hands, watching me closely as he thrust, his smile appearing when he saw me squirm underneath him. It was the weirdest sensation, having none of the frantic clawing I’d had with everyone else, instead it was an almost lazy experience.

  Slade dropped down lower as he moved, and my head turned to one side instinctively, something that pleased him. “That’s it, princess,” he said, then ran his tongue along my neck. The venom made the already bruised skin ache and throb, but I didn’t pull away. My arms wrapped around him, holding him to me so we were forced to slither together.

  “You ready, love?”

  His pace had increased a bit, and there was an extra grind at the end of each stroke, something that had my poor abused clit throbbing. But she rallied, the little trooper, coming back for more each time. Slade studied me like a map, noting every micro expression, every gasp, subtly altering his strokes until it all bubbled up.

  Slade was beautiful with his eyes burning into mine, so fucking full of love, it hurt to look at him, but I couldn’t bring myself to look away. Orgasm broke like rain over the both of us, Slade’s face becoming intensely vulnerable as it came, as I’m sure I looked. Our bodies sent gentle waves of all-encompassing pleasure, the experience lengthened by the slow pace. As I felt the final spurts of his cum, he bent down and bit me.

  Something vibrated deep inside me at this, a single note plucked that only I could hear. The burn of his venom, the pain of his bite, it was all subsumed by this. I laid Slade down beside Hawk, both looking so tired now. I reached over to place a kiss on each of their foreheads.

  “Love you,” Slade mumbled, then his eyes closed.

  “Love you,” I replied, meaning him, meaning all of them.

  I patted his shoulder and then rolled to my feet.

  “Jules,” Finn said, and I turned, following his gaze to watch the moment Brandon marked Aaron. They were almost sobbing at this point, Aaron’s cock jerking in time with Brandon’s strokes, Brandon about to fuck the cum out of him again, something he was well aware of. His fingers clawed at Aaron’s shoulders, his mouth a perfect O of pleasure as his strokes grew increasingly erratic, his cries rising in intensity, but his attention remained on the other man’s pleasure. His hand reached around, grabbing the other man’s dick right at the moment his fangs buried themselves in Aaron’s neck.

  B
randon looked like a feeding lion, blood trickling from his mouth and mixing with his venom, the results dripping down Aaron’s chest, and then they came. Brandon’s mouth was forced free as his fingers clamped down on Aaron’s hip and cock, both men going rigid as it hit them. Aaron’s roar filled the room as jet after jet of cum shot over the bed, Brandon’s joining his as he twitched and shook as it rolled through them. They collapsed on the bed like they’d run a marathon, mouths going to each other’s as they gasped for breath before flopping back in each other’s arms.

  “One more,” Finn said, his eyes heavily lidded. I think he’d been waiting, watching, making sure everyone was OK, despite the exhaustion weighing on him. I moved over and kissed him, his lips soft before we both looked up.

  Jack sat in his chair, a cigarette burning unheeded between his fingers. He was a king on his throne, and from the faint smile on his face, the proceedings pleased him. Or did they? The guys had all been careful to give each other space during this, but was Jack letting Hawk do his thing unimpeded, or was there something else going on there?

  I got to my feet, padding over to him, and his eyes followed my every jiggle. I refused to be concerned about that. I was wreathed in venom and blood and other men’s cum, but when he slid open his zipper and pulled out his cock, it was rigid. He held out his hand and I took it as he surveyed every inch of me while he slowly stroked his dick.

  “Look at you,” he said. “Every inch the queen now.”

  With Jack, it was always hard to tell if he was serious or joking. Those glittering eyes, that twist of a smile, but as I leant in closer, feeling the subtle signs of anticipation in him, I knew it was probably both. My brittle Jack couldn’t just let this happen, couldn’t just surrender to me. He had to fight it at every inch, despite craving it with all he had.

  “Come to claim me as your courtier now?” His eyebrow lifted in question.

  “If that’s what you want.”

  That wasn’t the right response. I wanted to give him a choice, not box him into a corner, but as I watched him stiffen, his eyes darting, I knew that wasn’t what he wanted.

  “Get those jeans off. Don’t want them any higher than your ankles.”

  I channeled Brandon in my command, and Jack seemed surprised when he moved to obey. But that golden flesh was soon revealed, his cock slapping hard against his lean stomach when he settled back. The casual arrangement of his limbs, the impudent expression all said he was going to resist this, stir shit up like always, but that wasn’t happening.

  “You want me to bite you, take you as my mate and then you want to return the favour.”

  I distracted him from the statement by placing my knee up on the arm of the chair, not far away from his elbow. As expected, his eyes dropped down to the damp flesh I revealed. His smile faltered, his gaze hungry as he took in my wet cunt. I liked that even though I’d racked up a whole lot of frequent flyer miles with the hairy credit card today, they still wanted more.

  “Yes,” he hissed. To my statement? To my body? It wasn’t clear, but it didn’t matter. I pushed his chin up and took his lips in a kiss, feeling his fangs grate against mine. The cigarette was abandoned, both hands going to my waist as the kiss deepened. His mouth was ravenous, his tongue thrusting in my mouth as he dragged me onto his lap. I kissed my way down his jaw until my nose was pushed into the soft fall of his hair. Venom trailed along the skin, a herald of what was to come. He thrust up against me as he felt the burn while I worked my body against his, spreading my slick down his hard length.

  “Wait…” he gasped as I caught the skin of his neck between my teeth. “Jules…!”

  His fingers grabbed at me, clawing at my skin, fighting to hold me off, but this felt as inevitable as the sun rising. We needed to mate, become a pack, formalise the bonds. The same aching chest feeling as outside the ruins was beating down hard on me now.

  “Jules!”

  The whip crack of my name had me shaking my head, and it took some time to clear before I looked down to see Jack holding me back, his eyes wide with anger, fear, and lust.

  “Fuck,” I said, pulling away. “Jack, I’m sorry. I got really carried away.”

  “I could see that. Fuck, you’re strong.”

  I settled down on the arm of the chair. I saw him stiffen and draw back, eyes kept resolutely down, but I reached out anyway. I just stroked his hair, focussing only on the slip of it between my fingers, the slow hiss of the men’s breathing as they rested. Then his head tilted up, his eyes shining with suspicion.

  “How do I know you won’t get carried away again?”

  “You don’t,” I replied badly, but kept stroking his hair until he snatched my fingers away, but he just held them against his chest. “You don’t know that with either of us. But you said something, and I stopped, so that’s not what’s worrying you.”

  “Not worried,” he mumbled in the way that men do that indicates that’s exactly what was happening.

  “Can I sit on your lap? This chair is digging into my butt.”

  “Not sure if this will be any more comfortable,” he said with a leer, eyes flicking to his dick.

  “I’m willing to chance it.”

  His arms went around me as I settled, and when I looked up, the surly expression had given way to a spooked one. He watched me with something like awe when I leant back against his arm.

  “Mark me,” I said.

  “What?”

  “Something about this is worrying you. Either tell me what it is, or mark me.”

  His eyes instantly flicked to my neck, telling me what he had chosen, even if he was still processing what I was saying.

  “Bite me, Jack, if that’s what you want. Make me your mate, bind me to you and to Hawk.”

  He shifted in his chair, so that the two of us faced each other. One of my legs was now curled up against the back of the seat, the other splayed wide and trailing down to the floor, and his eyes were drawn down again. His fingers edged towards where his eyes dwelled, sliding up my thigh.

  I let my sigh out really slowly, so as not to spook him again, and finally he looked up.

  “What if this doesn’t work?”

  What? The bite? Us? Him and the guys? I had a lot of questions, but couldn’t ask them. He might sit there, for all intents and purposes looking like a guy very into what was happening between us, but hitting him with a deluge of qualifiers was just as likely to send him running. I looked at his eyes and realised all of the above applied, and a whole lot more. He might rampage through life acting like a prick, but Jack was no stranger to anxiety. I took a breath, remembering the peace and quiet of the bower, and then all those beautiful, horrible, little scraps of a love that had been torn to pieces, but endured in that rusty old box.

  “Jack,” I said, knowing what needed to be said now. “The pack is a bower.”

  I could count the times I surprised Jack into this kind of open, vulnerable expression on one hand, but I treasured each of them. Those sharp green eyes that saw everything searched mine, a terrible kind of hope growing there, side by side with his customary wariness.

  Let me be able to live up to this, I prayed fervently, to who, I didn’t know. Don’t let me be the one to take this hope away.

  “It’ll be a bower we build together, a bower that no one but us can break. It’ll live, shine within each and every one of us, and all of us will be able to protect it. You won’t have to fight on your own.”

  Jack’s eyes stared into mine for god knows how long, shifting from the already grass green to the luminous of his Tirian. His beast looked out at me, and I stared back.

  I was strong, but I was untrained. I was organised, but I’d never had to lead anyone other myself and my dog through anything. I was walking with the guys into certain danger with not enough planning, strategies, weapons or any other predictor of success. I was—the pack was—on paper hopeless, and yet I could meet Jack’s gaze squarely and know we’d all do our fucking damnedest to make sure we all made
it out alive. And Jack had to make the call, to choose this or walk away. I couldn’t do anything else.

  So when he yanked me close, branding my mouth with his, I was surprised, relieved, and elated by turns. Jack had made his big gesture at the ruins, opened his heart, but it was only now that I knew this was going to be permanent. A deep satisfaction I hadn’t expected to feel welled up. It dominated my thoughts and my feelings as I moved, as he moved. Hands dragging through hair or sliding up thighs, it didn’t much matter. I felt a powerful throb within me with each of my guys today, but it seemed fitting that Jack would be the finale. He might always be the show pony, but he delivered. When we finally pulled back, panting as we regarded the other, he nodded. “Now, Jules.”

  I pulled my hair away from my neck in response, and he drew me closer so I straddled his hips. He held his cock with one hand, shuffling our bodies to line us up, and then pulled me down in one incredible stroke. As I gasped at the sudden intrusion, his mouth sought my neck, teeth and lips teasing the skin there for a moment as his hips shifted in small strokes, and then he bit me.

  We chased the black sun, the great obsidian orb rising and rising, while we sprinted faster and faster to try and catch it. It would burn us whole, consume with no thought, but we strove with everything we had to reach it. We got to the water’s edge, saw the star begin to rise, and then we leapt. Our fangs closed around that swirling mass of black fire, and then it all exploded.

  We were spiralling, up and up and up, seven points of light careening around each other, bouncing off each other as we streamed. We were reaching for the stars, every petty fight and struggle left behind, burned away by the fire within us. When I glanced back, I saw a dim red light, far below on the ground, tethered by whatever it was that held it down.

  Sylvan, I thought. He was like a tiny anchor, trying to drag us back. Not deliberately, there was no intent there, just the unconscious purpose that thrummed within him. As if summoned by my conceptualisation of him as an anchor, a thin thread that bound me to him appeared, slowing me down. I still flew through the air with my pack, but I lagged, dropping lower and lower. My heart screamed as I watched my men fly past me, feeling and tasting each one of their particular essences as they passed. I glanced down again at the rope, and felt a godawful anger.