Wolf

by Wolf (lit)

  She dismissed that. She couldn’t think of anything he’d done to indicate it was for their benefit. Rather, he’d seemed too needy to give a shit whether they had an audience or not.

  And that was another thing she didn’t completely understand. He’d seemed … more desperate the night before than he had the first time they’d had sex. It didn’t make sense that he would feel so desperate when they’d had sex at least once a day every day since that first time.

  He’d seemed satisfied. Why had he been so … fierce the night before?

  She couldn’t think of any other way to describe it. He hadn’t hurt her. In point of fact, his raging heat had shot hers through the roof! But he’d been rougher than usual. She’d had such a hard climax when he’d held her down and teased her clit that she’d thought she might pass out.

  And then he’d bitten her!

  That had stung but, unbelievably, it had also made her come harder.

  She supposed, maybe, he’d just been carried away, but it was sore there—almost as sore as her poor pussy! She wasn’t actually surprised at his fierce assault after he’d made her come that first time. If he’d enjoyed it half as much as she had, he had to be desperate for his own climax and she’d still been more than a little unnerved. She’d thoroughly enjoyed it, but it had unnerved her. Worse, it had left her wondering afterward if of all that wild passion was just for her or he was working harder because he was already getting tired of her, because, somehow it had seemed almost impersonal. She thought that it might have been the fact that he hadn’t cared if the others watched that had made her feel that way, though.

  She hated to admit, but she finally did after mulling over it most of the day.

  She’d enjoyed the thought that the others were watching.

  She thought she was a sick, twisted bitch for enjoying their suffering when she knew they must be terribly needy, but there was no denying that she’d come harder than she ever had in her life. And, beyond the fact that Mac knew how to really ring her bell, the only thing different enough to account for her explosive climaxes was the audience.

  Not that she enjoyed their suffering. She didn’t. It made her feel horribly guilty that she’d enjoyed being watched when it had to have been very uncomfortable for them at the very least, maybe had even seemed as if they were being taunted. It was closer, she supposed, to say that she’d felt their desire and it had made her more mindless, increased her pleasure.

  Or maybe not. Mac had been doing a hell of a job without any ‘extra’ needed.

  Maybe her awareness hadn’t been anything but her imagination?

  She knew that wasn’t true as soon as the men returned. The look in Hawk’s eyes was almost feverish. Every time she felt his gaze, she felt her own temperature rise a notch. By the time they’d eaten their evening meal, she was so randy she had an inkling of what it was like for them.

  The cold shower she treated herself to when they left for their evening wanderings didn’t do anything to cool the heat inside of her. After pacing restlessly a while, she tried to settle in the bed and make herself go to sleep, but even her clothes seemed to make her awareness more pronounced. Every time she shifted, she felt the brush of the fabric acutely.

  She gave up after a while, telling herself she was just uneasy because the men were still out, but she knew better. It was as if someone had readjusted her internal thermostat. She was uneasy about their absence, but she was also horny, not to put too fine a point on it.

  It confused the hell out of her. She wasn’t generally like that. In fact, she’d spent the last several years without getting any and she’d been perfectly ok with it.

  Well, she’d felt the urge to get her itch scratched from time to time, but nothing like this. Her nipples got hard and stayed that way, and there was a deep ache inside of her that she couldn’t ignore no matter how hard she tried. It was almost as if someone had been teasing her and then stopped, leaving her unfulfilled but ready.

  She forgot all about her discomfort at having an audience when she heard the men returning. Moving to the bed, she settled on it expectantly, resisting the urge to strip naked in invitation only because she heard the door rattle before she could skim out of everything.

  Mac’s gaze zeroed in on her as soon as he came in the door.

  Sylvie felt her entire being go into high rev. Her belly tightened just from the look in his eyes and heated moisture flooded her sex. The others came in directly behind him, Hawk, then Beau and finally Cavanaugh.

  It seemed her pulse jumped a little higher as each of them came in.

  Mac crossed the cabin and halted beside the bed. Taking her hands, he drew her up and then pulled her t-shirt off. Her breath froze in her lungs. Her belly quaked in anticipation.

  The vague thought that she felt like she was on some kind of sexual stimulant went through Sylvie’s mind, but she dismissed it as Mac settled on the bed and drew her onto his lap. Confused, but too anxious to examine it, Sylvie allowed him to arrange her to suit himself without question, without resistance.

  She met Hawk’s gaze as Mac lifted her arms and guided her hands to the back of his neck. His hands settled on her thighs. Looping her legs over his own, he spread them, spreading her legs as he did. He slipped one hand between her thighs then, raking his fingers through the hair there, parting her nether lips.

  The sense that he was deliberately displaying her couldn’t be dismissed, but Sylvie was already too far gone to care. Even before he touched her, she’d felt her need skyrocket.

  He didn’t make any attempt to tease her. He merely spread her nether lips and then skated his hands upward to cup her breasts, pulling at her nipples with his fingers.

  * * * *

  Hawk stared at the two of them with a mixture of baffled rage and raging lust that created a dizzying, red haze in his mind. For a while, he couldn’t drag his gaze from the delicate pink lips of Sylvie’s sex, but as Mac drew his hands up her body, his gaze followed of its own accord. His throat, already as dry as dust, closed when he studied Mac plucking at her nipples.

  He felt as if he was rooted to the spot. At the same time, he felt like he was waging a losing battle between staying where he was and rushing across the room. With an effort, he dragged his gaze from Sylvie.

  Mac, he discovered, was staring directly at him. Rage flared, but there was something in Mac’s eyes that gave him pause when he’d averted his own gaze. Baffled, he lifted his gaze to Mac again.

  It almost seemed as if Mac was directing his attention to Sylvie’s beautiful breasts when he held his gaze a moment and then looked down at them.

  He found himself standing over them without any memory of having crossed the room. More specifically, he was staring at Sylvie hungrily. When he flicked a look at Mac again, it occurred to him that it almost seemed that he was offering her.

  But then his mind was gone, he thought wryly. He couldn’t think.

  And he abruptly didn’t care if Mac tried to take his head off. Dropping to his knees, he took one of the distended nipples Mac was taunting him with into his mouth. Sylvie gasped, shuddering when he caught the tip and began pulling at it hungrily. He struggled for control, but he was too far gone even before he touched her. Realizing Mac’s hands had disappeared, he lifted his own and bracketed her breasts, lifting them to taste them.

  He was breathing so raggedly when he finally lifted his head that he swayed dizzily on his knees. Mac turned, settling Sylvie on the bed and then got up and walked away.

  As dumbfounded as he was, Hawk surged to his feet and dove at her.

  Jesus, she was sweet, he thought drunkenly as he nuzzled his face all over her breasts and throat, so sweet! He sought her lips, found them, and sucked at her mouth, drove his tongue inside the warm, wet cavern to taste more of her, all the while familiarizing himself with her with his hands.

  He wanted to go slow, to savor, but he couldn’t. He wrestled with the closure on his pants and finally managed to get his dick out and plowed her c
left, searching. He broke from her lips, grinding his teeth at the pleasurable pain that went through him when he finally managed to stuff the head of his dick inside of her. “Baby! Jesus! Baby!” he muttered hoarsely, wondering if he was going to get fully inside of her before he lost his load. It was a near miss. She was so tight he thought he would explode. He was pretty sure he’d ground his teeth down to nubs and his jaws felt like they were going to crack from the pressure.

  * * * *

  Mac watched the two of them for several moments, struggling with the maddening sense of possessiveness that washed over him, the urge to tear Hawk off of her, and finally turned his back on them. It was for the good of the pack, he told himself, even while one part of his mind chafed against it, wondered where such thoughts had even come from.

  He knew, though. They were from the beast inside him, the beast that was slowly but surely gaining ground and pushing his humanity further and further away.

  Beau and Cavanaugh, he saw, were watching Sylvie and Hawk, their faces blank with lust. He caught their attention by blocking their view. Nudging his head, he ordered them outside.

  Reluctantly, they followed. He didn’t stop until he reached the clearing where he’d fought Hawk. “You two need to settle your place in the pack,” he said grimly, “before you can claim your place with our woman. I won’t allow her to carry the seed of any man that hasn’t proven himself worthy of getting a pup on her.”

  Beau and Cavanaugh both stared at him blankly a moment, still appearing dazed, but in moments their faces were transformed to rage. They turned on one another, clashing even before they’d shifted, pounding at one another with their fists. Mac stepped back to judge them, settling far enough to allow them room for their contest. Cavanaugh shifted first, from man to beast. Even as Beau shifted to match him, he shifted once more into his wolf form.

  Mac wasn’t actually surprised when they’d battled one another to a stalemate. He’d always known they were pretty evenly matched. He called it a draw and settled it.

  It might be a little rough on Sylvie, he thought wryly, but she was going to have to get used to it if she was going to hold her place as their alpha female—and he knew she would. She was strong. He’d been lucky to find her. She was perfect.

  * * * *

  Confusion flickered through Sylvie when she felt Hawk’s mouth settle on her breast, felt the hard pull of his mouth. It sent fire rushing through her, though. She didn’t know or care who put it out as long as someone did.

  That wasn’t true, she thought drunkenly when Mac released her and got up from the bed. She wanted them both.

  Hawk scattered her thoughts as he fell upon her ravenously, nipping and sucking at her until her brain felt like it was on fire, not just her body, until she was so feverish she hardly knew where she was. She gasped when he rammed into her, distracted for several moments by the pain that warred with the pleasure, but it was no contest, really. The ache inside of her needed to be appeased. It flickered through her mind that she would mount a bedpost if that would do it.

  She didn’t need one. Hawk supplied a flesh and blood post, nearly splitting her in two in his desperation to seat himself inside of her. She’d thought Mac was overly endowed! Well, he was hung like a horse, but Hawk was that and then some. She thought for several moments that he was going to drive her womb up into her chest cavity when he finally hit bottom and began pounding into her. The ache drove even that discomfort from her mind, however.

  She came, but even before she’d managed to gasp her relief, she felt herself gathering again. Hawk came with her when she climaxed the second time. They lay plastered together weakly in the aftermath, struggling to catch their breath. Finally, Hawk rolled off of her.

  She heard something heavy hit the floor. Even as she struggled to lift her eyelids to see what it was, the bed shifted—first the right and then the left. A mouth clamped hard over hers, pressing her lips apart.

  Hawk? Mac?

  The face so close to hers looked more Cavanaugh.

  Another mouth attached itself to one of her breasts, throwing her completely off kilter, but she realized, dimly, that there were too many mouths and way too many hands to belong to one man. A faint spark of alarm flitted through her mind and went out, extinguished by the blaze of heat that pelted her from every direction at once.

  She felt as if someone was playing tug of war with her, drawn in first one direction and then other. She knew she was in trouble when she felt two cocks glide along her cleft at the same time. They warred over possession of the main hole for a moment and finally plugged into both. Her eyelids shot open as they both tried to mount her at the same time.

  There wasn’t room for both! She didn’t give a damn if they were in two different holes! The first to hit bottom was pushed out by the second, but they seemed to get the rhythm. Relieved, Sylvie’s focus transferred almost immediately to the tingles of pleasure rippling through her almost constantly. Within a space of seconds, she lost all awareness of the world beyond her or more specifically the rising ache that threatened to explode any moment into another climax. It pushed the air from her lungs and left her gasping when it did. She didn’t touch down. Instead, the tension instantly began to build again. Her climax rushed upon her the second time, and it was still harder than the first, drawing sharper cries.

  She felt something akin to alarm when she felt it building for a third time. Beau drove deep and began to shudder with release. Cavanaugh uttered a ragged groan and began to come. Their desperate lunges to pump their seed into her set her off again and she came so hard she screamed hoarsely.

  She was so drained from the third that she fell toward oblivion even before they’d withdrawn. Her skin felt hot, achy and over sensitive. The light brushes of their skin against hers as they climbed from the bed were enough to send more shudders through her.

  She groaned when she felt the bed dip again, tensing all over, but Mac pulled her into his arms anyway, stroking a hand soothingly along her back.

  “Shhh, Baby. It’s alright.”

  It was only alright if he didn’t start anything, she thought a little drunkenly. When she finally realized he didn’t mean to, she uttered a deep sigh, cuddled tightly against him and passed from consciousness.

  * * * *

  Hawk was too stunned when he hit the floor to realize, at first, that he’d had assistance in rolling off of the bed. The moment he heard the activity above him, however, he knew instantly what had happened. Mac caught him even as he leapt to his feet, intent on dragging both Beau and Cavanaugh off of Sylvie and beating them both unconscious.

  The look in Mac’s eyes was enough to give him pause despite his anger.

  Confused, he glanced from Mac to Sylvie and back again. Mac gestured with his head toward the door.

  Reluctant, angry, Hawk threw one last glance at Beau and Cavanaugh and finally followed Mac outside.

  “What the fuck is this shit?”

  “She’s in heat.”

  Hawk blinked. “She’s what?”

  “She’s in breeding mode,” Mac said through his teeth.

  Still baffled, Hawk merely stared at him. “How?”

  Mac’s lips tightened. “I’m alpha male. I brought her into heat. She was ready to breed.”

  Hawk shook his head, not necessarily in denial but to try to connect the thoughts in his head that didn’t seem to want to connect. It occurred to him after a moment, however, that he knew. He’d tasted the sweet scent of it when he’d taken her. It was why he’d felt so desperate to pump into her.

  Part of it anyway.

  He swallowed a little convulsively. “I only had one chance to breed her, god damn it!”

  Some of the tension eased from Mac. “She’s still in heat. She will be until we’ve thoroughly bred her.”

  Hawk narrowed his eyes at Mac in sudden insight. “You’ve already bred her,” he growled.

  Mac’s face tightened. “Because she’s my alpha.”

  The comment rock
ed Hawk, driving home the fact that he’d only been allowed a chance to breed her because Mac had allowed it. She was his. He could’ve denied the rest of them any chance to breed her. He’d allowed it for the good of the pack, to create unity and harmony among them. Dragging in a shuddering breath, he let it out slowly. “I’ll have another chance to breed on her?”

  “You’re my second,” Mac said simply.

  * * * *

  Daylight was filtering through the cracks in the door and windows when Sylvie drifted upward toward consciousness. She realized that she was lying flat of her back, sprawled across the bed. Her body was still sparking and sizzling from the night before and what was worse, as tired and sore as she was, the ache was back. She tried to ignore it, struggled to burrow back into unconsciousness, but it refused to be quieted.

  She curled into a tight ball.

  The bed dipped and she slanted a look up at Mac as he settled a hand lightly on her shoulder. “You alright, baby?”

  Sylvie swallowed with an effort against the dryness of her mouth. “I feel … strange, Mac, achy.”

  He leaned down and brushed a kiss along her arm. “I know, baby. We’ll make it better. Sit up. I’ve brought you something to drink and a little of the leftover stew from last night.”

  Sylvie sat up, but her stomach rebelled at the idea of eating stew so early in the morning. “Just water. I’m not hungry.”

  He handed her the mug he’d brought. While she was drinking, he leaned down and picked up a plate of stew.

  “I’m really not hungry.”

  “But you’ll eat a little for me, right?”

  She glanced at him crossly, but she took the plate and ate a few bites and handed the plate back. He frowned, but he didn’t push it. Setting the plate down again, he took her empty water mug and set that down on the floor, too.

  “You feel like a shower?”

  The idea of standing under icy cold water when her skin ached sent a shudder through her. “Not right now. Later.”