[Pack 01.0] Defying Pack Law

by Eve Langlais

  Even if she chose to take them on solo, he didn’t really care, so long as he got to sink into Dana and feel her nails raking down his back. Thoughts of her body under his as he plowed her brought on an instant erection that made him casually drop his hands and cross them over his groin.

  The dinner table shuffle made him grin as both John and Nathan made sure they ended up seated on either side of her, which left Kody the spot he wanted, right across from her. He sat down and quietly helped himself to the grub. Nathan had gone all out trying to impress Dana. He’d made a succulent roast dripping with juice, roasted potatoes with rosemary, buttery carrots, and hot rolls. Kody groaned in exaggeration as he ate, drawing giggles from Dana, who ate her food with wide-eyed surprised. Nathan perhaps ruled strictly as pack alpha and acted like a man obsessed when around or talking about Dana, but when it came to food, hot damn, the man could cook.

  The conversation flowed in jerks and halts.

  “This is really good,” she said. “I still can’t believe you made this.”

  Kody spoke before Nathan could, which earned him a glare. “I’ll admit the man is a genius when it comes to food, but my desserts will make you cream.” Kody grinned at her, a grin that widened when her cheeks turned bright pink. For a tough-as-nails woman, when talk turned sexual, she blushed quite endearingly.

  Nathan and John took over the conversation, and Kody let them. He’d achieved his desired result—getting her attention. Kody kept an eye on her as he ate, absently listening as his pack brothers caught her up on pack news since she’d left. Dana appeared nervous—from the way she kept licking her lips, the slight tremble in her hand, and, even yummier, the faint scent of her arousal.

  Kody bided his time, watching as she got more and more flushed. Nathan and John kept touching her, innocent caresses for the most part, that made her all too aware of them—brushing her hand or arm as she reached for something, leaning sideways to whisper things in her ear that made her blush and cream, a tantalizing aroma Kody knew they could all smell.

  She could deny it until she turned blue in the face. Dana was horny, his favorite state of being, which meant the time had arrived for him to up the ante.

  Kody slipped off his shoes under the table, and lifting a leg, he used his foot to nudge her legs apart. Her startled eyes rose from her plate to meet his. Before she could open her mouth to say anything, he straightened his leg and placed his foot right against her mound and pressed against her. Her eyes went slightly out of focus. Encouraged, he rubbed his foot against the crotch of her jeans, her heat clearly evident even through the layers of material separating them.

  He held his breath as he waited for her to throw a knife at him—he had one hand ready to catch it. He even readied to yank his foot back in case she decided to jab it, but as he continued to press and rub against her covered pussy, she did nothing.

  Well, not completely. Her eyes dilated. Her cheeks flushed. Her breathing quickened, and the scent of her arousal increased. Kody could see the puzzled glance Nathan threw John and wanted to grin. But he held it in. As the third man in the group, his was the most precarious position. In his case, it wasn’t Nathan and John he needed to cater to, but Dana.

  “I’ve got to go to the bathroom.” Dana jumped up suddenly, dumping Kody’s foot off the chair.

  They all scrambled to their feet as manners dictated, and Kody grinned as he realized he wasn’t the only one trying to hide a rock-hard bulge in his pants.

  Well, at least the damned thing still works.

  Chapter Nine

  Dana splashed cold water on her face, but it did little to cool the fire in her pussy, a fire all three men seemed determined to fan. Even worse, I enjoyed it. The fleeting touches by Nathan and John seated on either side, along with their thick thighs brushing hers, had put her in a state of arousal that almost made her scream, Take me now. She could even picture it, the food and dishes flying as they laid her on the table and tore her clothes from her so they could take turns plowing between her thighs.

  Dana sat down hard on the toilet, her knees too wobbly to support her. If it had been only Nathan and John teasing, she could have probably borne it. But Kody, stroking her with his foot—how decadent—had just about made her come. If someone would have told her a few days ago she’d allow a man to stroke her pussy with his foot at dinner, she would have laughed. Now, all she wanted was for him to finish what he’d started.

  Dana squirmed, her panties soaking wet and her clit throbbing for relief. It crossed her mind that she should finish what they’d started while they waited. Returning while still so highly aroused, holding on to her morals and self-control by a thread, seemed like a bad idea.

  Before she could change her mind, she unbuttoned her pants and shoved her hand down her undies.

  She cupped herself and managed a cramped stroke of her clit. Her snug jeans held her legs too close together for her to masturbate properly, and the confinement frustrated her. Blushing, even as she couldn’t stop herself, she shoved her pants and undies down around her ankles and sat back down on the closed toilet lid, spreading her thighs as far as she could.

  I’ll show them, she thought as she rubbed her swollen nub. She closed her eyes and couldn’t prevent images of the guys from appearing. Nathan kissing her, dominating her mouth, while John sucked at her nipples. And as for Kody, the blond playboy, he’d be between her legs, his tongue lapping at her cream. The idea of all three of them pleasing her made her tremble. Her breathing hitched as she stroked herself faster, her erotic tension coiling quicker than she ever remembered.

  A knock on the door, followed by Nathan saying, “Are you all right in there?” almost made her fall off the toilet seat. “Dana?” The handle rattled.

  Dana jumped up, blushing red, even though she knew he couldn’t see what she’d been doing. “Um, just a minute,” she replied. She bit her cheek not to laugh at the ridiculous situation she found herself in. Even worse, she wanted to finish what she’d started. He’d probably break down the door before I was done, though. The idea excited her, though, as opposed to dousing her arousal. I’ve completely lost my mind.

  She shuffled to the sink and turned on the water to scrub her hand, which smelt of pussy and would act like a billboard announcement to her bathroom endeavor if she didn’t erase its scent before she returned to face the three werewolves with their enhanced sense of smell.

  Who am I kidding? There’s no way they could have missed the smell of me of getting horny at dinner. Sometimes being a werewolf sucked because it made hiding involuntary bodily reactions impossible. But it doesn’t mean I’ve changed my mind, no matter what my body thinks. Her wolf stirred in her mind, reminding her of its feelings on the matter. Fine, my wolf doesn’t have a problem with the whole mating thing. But too bad. I’m the one in charge.

  Hands dried, she could still smell herself, smell the heat. She peered down at her crotch with a sigh. She grabbed some tissue, scrubbing her pussy to erase the signs of her arousal. Her vigorous rubbing, though, didn’t help the situation. With a curse, she pulled up her pants, only to come in contact with her damp panties.

  She wrinkled her nose. Eew! But with no choice—because she sure as hell wasn’t going to remove them—she bore it and buttoned her pants. She took one last peek in the mirror and almost didn’t recognize herself. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright and heavy-lidded. All in all she had an “I’m horny” look. Maybe they wouldn’t notice.

  With one last deep breath, she went back out and met Nathan’s knowing grin.

  “Everything okay in there?” he asked with an arched brow.

  “Fine,” she muttered, dropping her gaze.

  “If you need help with anything, let me know. I’d be more than happy to oblige.” He made his meaning clear, and annoyed at one of the causes of her confusion—and arousal—she slugged him in the stomach and left him gasping for air before returning to the dining area.

  They’d cleared the table during her interrupted ma
ke-out session with herself and set it with a tray of evil-looking desserts, fluffy cream-filled pastries that screamed, Eat me!

  Maybe I’ll just have a bite of one before I go to my room.

  John and Kody stood at her approach, and she bit her lip not to laugh as she noted them covering their groins. Out of fear or something else?

  She sat down and immediately reached for a treat. She popped it into her mouth and bit down. She closed her eyes at the taste. Sweet, heavenly pleasure. The sugar melted on her tongue in a burst of flavor that made her groan. She savored it slowly and opened her eyes to grab another, but before she could move, she found three held out in front of her face.

  Startled, she grabbed one and tried to curb her enthusiasm for the dessert, but it was hard, because not only did the second one taste just as freaking good, all three men were eyeing her with extreme hunger. She licked her lips clean and shivered when Nathan growled.

  “What’s your problem?” she asked.

  His eyes glittered. “Stop teasing.”

  She frowned. “I’m just eating the dessert.”

  John cleared his throat, drawing her attention. “I think what he means to say—”

  “Is you are one freaking hot lady,” interrupted Kody with green eyes that glowed with interest.

  “When you eat that, all I can think of is you eating my—”

  He never did finish his sentence because Nathan dove over the table and hit Kody, taking them both to the floor. Dana watched them tussling on the floor with her mouth open.

  “What the fuck are they doing?” she exclaimed.

  “Training exercise to work off dinner,” John replied, helping her from her seat. “Ignore them.”

  “I intend to. Boys,” she said with a disgusted snort.

  John linked her arm in his and led her away from the grunts and smacks of the fight, but she couldn’t help craning back to watch.

  John tried to divert her attention. “I think you should get some rest. It’s been a long day, and you’re still recovering.”

  Dana almost said, I’m fine, but kept her mouth shut, the words caught in her throat because, in the midst of the impromptu battle, shirts were getting torn, and the sight went beyond decadent. Hot, muscled flesh rippled and strained as Nathan and Kody rolled about, straining and heaving against the other. It was wrong and childish of them, but it still brought on an excitement that made her nipples tighten and her cleft quiver.

  She wanted to turn around and join them, naked, feel those heavy bodies pressed to hers and rolling around in a frenzy. With a gasp, she faced forward and almost dragged John in her hurry to escape before she made her mental image a reality.

  She made a beeline for the room Nathan had put her in. John stayed glued to her side, which didn’t helping the tingling arousal sweeping through her. The heat pouring from her was great enough that she didn’t dare allow him to follow her in. His calming presence was not working in the face of her body’s erotic longing, and her body begged her to try to see if it could make him lose that steady demeanor. She whirled at the door and, with a bright smile, said, “Thanks. Dinner and dessert were great. See you in the morning.”

  John’s eyes glinted with humor, and his lips tilted in a half-smile. When she would have fled, he gripped her about the waist. “Hold on a second. It’s my turn to say good night.”

  He leaned in and brushed his lips across hers, a light touch that would have almost been chaste if not for the erection pressing against her stomach. Dana kept her hands clenched at her side, her nails digging into her palms lest she forget herself.

  “Sweet dreams,” he whispered against her mouth before letting her go.

  Lips tingling, Dana tumbled into the bedroom and slammed the door shut. She leaned against the door and closed her eyes, trying to locate her control—a lost cause considering how they’d shredded it with their dinner foreplay.

  Hot damn. I’ve never been so fucking horny in my life.

  The thought of fleeing again briefly crossed her mind, but a quick glimpse out the window showed they’d placed a guard on patrol at the bottom of her previous escape route. She eyed the bedroom door, but she didn’t figure she could flee past the three boys downstairs.

  Nor was she entirely sure anymore that she wanted to run.

  Being horny sure beats loneliness any day.

  However, no matter her body’s clamoring for satisfaction, it didn’t mean she was ready yet to bind herself to them, but the idea was rapidly losing its repugnance. She couldn’t deny her attraction to all three men, but could it just be hormones? What if she fucked them, allowed them to pleasure her?

  Would she change her mind about staying after?

  Somehow she didn’t think a few orgasms would ever be enough.

  His hands caressed her, sliding down her body in a way that made her shiver and writhe. His large hand cupped her sex, and she arched against his palm.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  Her lover, though, ignored her “please” and moved his touch back up to slide under her top to cup and squeeze her breasts. His mouth came down and sucked at her protruding nipple through the fabric. Then he bit down . . .

  Dana’s hold on the dream slipped. Her slow waking didn’t stop the pleasurable sensations, though. She squirmed as the rough hands stroking up under her T-shirt made her skin burn and her nipples tighten. She gasped at the hot kiss placed at the base of her neck. Those same lips moved upward and caught hers in a torrid embrace that left her panting. She vaguely wondered, as she opened her mouth to a sinuous tongue, if perhaps she dreamt still.

  “Oh, Dana.”

  The gruffly whispered words against her mouth made her open her eyes. “Nathan?” she murmured against the mouth that traced the outline of hers.

  He grunted in reply, his lips moving sideways to find the lobe of her ear and nipping it. Dana, still half asleep, fought the sensual languor invading her body—a battle she was quickly losing and without a fight. His hands under her shirt cupped her breasts, and he stroked his thumbs over the erect tips. Dana sucked in a breath and arched. For a moment she couldn’t speak, too caught up in the sensations he provoked. His pinch of her nubs sent a jolt of pleasurable pain that shot right to her pussy. It also helped her find her voice.

  “What are you doing here?” she whispered, her hands twining in his hair instead of pushing him away like she knew she should.

  “It’s my bed,” he replied before bringing his mouth back to hers. She allowed him to kiss her, reveled in the familiar and yet different feeling of his mouth on hers, his immature embraces of their youth now much harder and sensual in nature. Her body burned as arousal ignited all her nerve endings. Cream pooled in her cleft, aching for something to ease it. As if sensing her desire, he slid one hand down and, like in her dream, cupped her sex.

  Still horny from earlier, she could only moan as he rubbed her. A part of her knew she should stop him, protest his taking advantage of her. But instead, she bucked as his fingers slipped under the fabric covering her cleft and he stroked her clit.

  She could only hold tight to his shoulders as he circled her nub, teasing touches that had her gasping. His mouth bent and caught a nipple through her sleep shirt. He sucked it while his fingers delved between her moist folds and plunged into her channel.

  Dana came. She bit her lip so as to hold back the scream as her orgasm tore through her body and left her trembling. Her shudders hadn’t stopped when Nathan withdrew his fingers and rolled his much bigger body onto hers, bracing his weight on his forearms. He inserted a leg between her thighs and rubbed it against her mound. For a moment she allowed herself to enjoy it and pushed her pelvis back against him for the welcome friction against her pussy. Even though she’d climaxed, her body yearned for more, to feel his big cock claiming her.

  But Dana was no wanton, even if she’d temporarily lost her mind. She also had too many things still to sort through without complicating matters with sex—even if that sex would be sc
orching and satisfying. Bad enough she’d allowed him to fondle her. “Stop,” she panted.

  “Why?” He resumed his pressure against her sex, and her fingers dug into his shoulders at the pleasure of it.

  However, she well knew pleasure was fleeting, and she fought his erotic onslaught. “You need to stop because I don’t know if I want this.” Not entirely true. Her body definitely wanted what he offered. Her heart, however, still sat on the fence.

  He paused and inhaled. “I can smell you do.”

  “Arousing my body isn’t the same as convincing my mind,” she retorted, his chauvinistic attitude making it easier to assert herself.

  “But I want you,” he replied, nudging her again with his erection.

  “Not my problem.”

  “Easy for you to say,” he grumbled. “You got your pleasure.”

  Dana shoved at him, his implacable weight not budging. “You took advantage of me while I was sleeping. You and I both know had you tried that while I was awake, you’d have ended up with a throbbing dick for an entirely other reason.”

  Nathan sighed and rolled off. “Are you still mad at me? I’ve said I was sorry about the past. I love you, Dana. I never stopped, and I went through hell these last twelve years waiting to find you again.”

  “A hell you brought on yourself,” she snapped. The blame he laid at her feet doused the last of her ardor and roused her anger.

  “So how long are you going to hold a grudge?”

  “Forever at this rate. You can’t expect to waltz back into my life and just resume where we left off.”

  “You wouldn’t have a life if I hadn’t saved it,” he growled.

  “And I thank you for your timely intervention.” Without his rescue, she shuddered to think what would have happened.