by L. A. Boruff
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The best moment of the evening was watching my guys walk on stage as they accepted their award for New Artist, and how raw my throat felt from screaming for them along with all of their fans. My guys, in their suits and ties, all up on stage as they thanked the label, the fans, and then, me.
“This award wouldn’t even be possible for us if it hadn’t been for one woman who took a rag-tag pack of guys and whipped us into shape,” Finn said into the microphone, a pocket of hushed air surrounding me as I watched them from my now-empty table. My cheeks were flushed hard, watching them, as his eyes met mine. “Here’s to Darcy, our manager, and the heart of our band.” He raised their award, a cut crystal thing that sparkled in his hand, toward me. “Thank you Darcy, for sticking with us to the end. I bet before the end of the night she’s going to be shouting at more than one of us, but I’ll be honest, I’m not even sorry about it.” He winked, slow, and I knew the double meaning behind his words. My cheeks were warm as everyone applauded, and the guys were ushered back stage. The worst-best part? He was probably right. I was totally fucked.
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Whatever Eli’s plans had been for the limo ride were totally foiled when our limo got crashed by the guys in Glory Rev, and Chelsea. They piled in, laughing, Chelsea hugging me tight, sitting right next to me as we rode over to the XTV show together. I was already exhausted, but at least I was more comfortable, having changed from my evening gown while the guys were doing a signing after the awards dinner and show for fans who had hung around in the back parking lot outside the theater. The night air whipped through the limo, tugging at my curls when someone opened up the windows and the sunroof at the same time, and Ace’s fingers grabbed mine, squeezing them gently. The night was still young, and anything seemed possible, even with how tired I was.
When we got to the party, there was another long red carpet, and more flashing cameras. I sheltered behind the taller figures of the band, waving as Chelsea got tugged off to do an interview with the hosts of XTV’s highest rated show, XTalent.
As I got to the doors to enter the after-party and leave the press and camera flashes behind, an arm wrapped around my waist. A soft yelp escaped me as I got tugged sideways, but a hand slipped over my mouth.
“Quiet,” Eli ordered, and instantly I went still except for the slight flutter of butterflies in my stomach. All the guys drove me crazy in their own way, but Eli was the only one who could order me around and make me want to obey. “You still wearing those ridiculous under-things?” He asked. I shook my head. “Good,” he purred, voice low and sexy in my ear. “C’mon.” He let go of my mouth and pulled me along the fringe of the reception room. There were crystal chandeliers everywhere, lights glowing, beautiful dresses, celebrities, but all I could do was follow him, my heart pounding my throat.
There was a side door, mirrored in a wall of mirrors, that I almost didn’t see. Eli pushed it open, as soon as he pulled me inside, he pressed me up against it, his mouth finding mine.
A moan escaped me, and my hands went to his hair, running through the soft, blond locks. His hips pinned me into the door, his fingers cradling the back of my neck as his tongue licked into my mouth, demanding I part my lips for him.
Shaking, I obeyed, and the resulting groan from him made my knees go weak. He was so strong, so powerful, the lead wolf of his pack, and yet I made him moan for me. Me, a witch, a werewolf’s sworn enemy, someone who should have killed him, or who he should’ve killed. We’d overcome all of that to be together. The power I felt coursing through my veins nearly undid me as we kissed.
“Where are we,” I gasped when he pulled away. From behind him, I heard a chuckle. I looked over his shoulder to see the rest of the band there, lounging on couches in the low-lit room. It was small, the walls lined with velvet-flocked wallpaper, and a single chandelier hanging above us, its dim light casting long shadows.
“If she can talk, you’re not doing your job right, brother,” Finn said, getting to his feet. He’d taken off his tie, the first few buttons of his dress shirt popped to reveal inches of his tanned skin. I tried not to be distracted by the press of his chest against the fit of his crisp shirt. If he did something treasonous, like take off his jacket and roll up his shirt sleeves, I’d be done for. “You like what you see, doll?” Finn asked, noticing the way my eyes lingered on his form. A teasing grin licked across his lips. “You want to see a little more?”
“I think the point is we wanna see more of her,” Charlie said with a wrinkle of his nose at Finn before eyeing me up and down. “I like that dress.”
I’d traded in the ballgown for a comfortable grey jersey dress that was lined and didn’t require shape wear to look good in. Its worn-in softness wrapped around me, and I had a feeling if I didn’t get out of it quickly, the faithful LGD would meet its end at the hands of one or more of my werewolf pack.
“I didn’t bring a spare set of clothes,” I warned them as Finn crowded me, Eli on the other side. The twins were black and white foils of each other, Finn’s hair tousled and messy while Eli’s was carefully parted and combed, although he’d lost a little of that crisp and ordered look where I’d run my fingers through his blond locks.
“That’s not a problem,” Cash said with a grin. “We’d just smuggle you out in one of these fancy curtains here.” He tugged on one long, velvet curtain that ran from the top of the twelve footceiling down to the floor. I rolled my eyes at him.
“Like that’s not screaming for attention—”
“I think you’re screaming for attention,” Eli cut me off, pressing two fingers to my lips; I swallowed my words down when Finn’s mouth dragged over the side of my neck. “That’s better,” Eli’s voice was a quiet murmur. “Just let us remind you of who you belong to.”
Indignance flared inside me, because I was nobody’s property. There was no arguing with Eli, though, not when he got like this. Also, I knew he meant here, with them, like this, their hands all over me—I was theirs, although I owned each of their hearts.
Finn’s kisses were soft, and they distracted me from the way Eli was pushing my dress up.
“Are you sure no one can get in here?” I whispered, anxiety thudding away in my chest. Cash moved past Eli, and then leaned hard against the door, watching me with a casual expression that contradicted the heat in his eyes.
“We’re never going to let anyone see you like this, doll,” Eli promised me, his hands cupping my waist, fingers digging into the waistband of my underwear. “You’re ours. Only ours.”
Air rushed out of my lungs as he dropped to his knees, dragging my underwear down at the same time. My dress was rucked up around my hips, and Finn kissed me.
“Oh god,” I whined into his mouth, my head tilting back. I could feel Eli’s hot breath on my bare thigh, his thumbs slipping up the insides of my legs. Already I was wet. I’d been wet in the limo. Somehow I knew this was coming, or at least, my body did, even if my mind had thought gee the boys will want to be professional at an industry event for once.
“No more thinking,” Eli said, his voice hushed as he stroked over the folds of my pussy. I clung to Finn, aware of the three sets of eyes on me as the other wolves watched, hunger plain on their faces.
“Once the twins are done with you,” Cash growled, not finishing the naked threat. He ran a hand down to rub over the obvious bulge in the crotch of his suit pants. I shuddered and looked away, hiding my face in Finn’s chest.
“Stop distracting her,” Eli demanded, and pulled a whimper out of me when he spread my folds open and licked up along my slick skin. Finn cupped the back of my head, his fingers heavy through my curls, twisting the strands around his palm.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” Finn asked, so sweetly, and tugged my hair so I had to glance up at him. My lips were parted, soft breaths rushed out of me as Eli’s mouth sent rivulets of hot pleasure from my core up my spine. “He making it good for you? He’s got a hot mouth on him.” Finn bit his lip. “I can tell you want
it so bad.”
“Please, kiss me,” I begged, wanting him to be quiet because I was going to absolutely implode if he kept up with the dirty talk.
“Whatever you want, Darcy.” His mouth brushed over mine, and I moaned, and stiffened when Eli’s fingers threatened my entrance, three of them, all at once.
“N-nooo,” I dragged out the word, pulling away from Finn to push at Eli’s head. Charlie’s low chuckle rang out in the quiet room, beyond the walls the pulse of the party was kept at bay by the sensations the twins were drawing out of me.
“You gonna let her tell you what to do?” Charlie’s voice was closer when he spoke, and I opened my eyes. He hovered there, just beyond Finn’s shoulder, and reached out a hand to slip the v-neck of my dress down.
“Hey,” I protested, as he thumbed at one nipple, leaning in close. Eli growled and in the next moment my hips jerked forward as two of his thick fingers plunged inside of me. The spread was perfect and too much all at the same time. Good thing Finn was there, anticipating I’d need a kiss to keep me quiet, just as Charlie’s fingers pinched down on my nipple, hard, through the lace of my bra.
“She’s tight,” Eli said, his voice muffled as he pressed a kiss against my belly.
“Don’t hurt her,” Ace replied, and he pushed Finn partly out of the way so he could nuzzle up into my side. I glanced at him, his soft eyes concerned, but when he nudged into my hip, I could feel how hard he was.
Cash let out a low whistle.
“You all are pawing at her, mobbing her like a pack of mongrels,” he drawled. “You better treat the lady right, or I’ll get in there and take her away from you.”
Eli’s fingers were darting in and out of me, short and shallow thrusts that were devastating, pushing me up higher toward an orgasm that promised to wreck me. I didn’t want him pulling me away and denying me what my body so desperately craved.
Finn caught my mouth in his before I could tell Cash to back off, because this was my orgasm, and nobody was taking that from me. Ace’s lips closed over the shell of my ear and I shuddered. Charlie pulled my breast out of the cup of my bra, rasping his fingers over my delicate skin, over and over.
“You think you could do better?” Eli sounded so calm, his fingers curling inside me until my hips stuttered forward as if he’d commanded them, the white-hot heat of need when he touched me right there—
“Fuck,” the word was a gasp at the back of my throat, lost in Finn’s mouth.
“Oh I fuckin’ know it,” Cash challenged.
“Alright then,” Eli’s voice was amused, and just as my muscles began clamping down, on the edge of what was promising to be the best orgasm I’d easily had in 72 hours at least, he pulled away. I cried out, my hips chasing his hand, but Finn pressed me against the wall.
“Easy, sweetheart, let Cash take care of you,” he said into my hair. I groaned and shook my head.
“C’mon,” Cash stepped away from the door, and the guys pulled back from me. His cock was out already, in one hand, and he stroked the length of it. He was so smooth about that, always the most eager culprit to fuck me somewhere clandestine with our clothes still on. He advanced on me, a heated promise in his eyes. He let go of his cock to lift me up, and press my back into the wall. My feet dangled uselessly, my high-heels thudding to the floor, one after the other.
He didn’t even ask, which seemed to make everything that much hotter, just lined his hips up between my thighs, the head of his cock brushing along my pussy. I was breathing too hard, my pulse too fast, to even beg for it. He slid into me with one thrust.
“Ah—” my cry was cut off, Eli’s hand clapping over my mouth.
“There’s a party, doll, but that music doesn’t mean you can make as much noise as you like,” Eli chuckled into my ear as Cash stared down at me. His dark hair flopped over his forehead, intense expression on his face. His eyelashes fluttered as he bottomed out inside of me, his fingers flexing on my thighs. It was so good, so good—
I murmured those words into Eli’s palm, my thighs tightening around Cash’s hips as he fucked me slowly. Each perfect drag of his cock out of me had me gripping his shoulders tight, my fingers digging into the fabric of his suit jacket. The warmth of Eli’s tongue on my ear, and Cash fumbling between my legs, getting a single finger down between us to rub over my clit, pushed me higher.
My breathes were coming sharp in my own ears, as everything started to go white.
“Not yet, Darcy,” Eli’s words beat back the crest of my orgasm and I cried out, shaking my head as much as his hand would let me. Please, please let me… His amused, dark laugh made another shudder roll through me. Cash cursed.
“Christ, stop doing that to her, she’s too much, making it… I won’t—” He growled, and pinned me hard into the wall, his shoulders crushing mine. I could barely breathe.
“That’s it, babydoll, come for Cash, come on his cock, just like that. He fucks you so good, doesn’t he?” Eli licked along my neck, across the bonding marks where each pack member had bit me, and I screamed, back arching as much as I could. The hard-driving pulse of Cash’s cock pressing inside of me, spreading me open, was driving me crazy.
Cash’s hand slipped further between us, two fingers bracketing my clit and I was done, everything locking up, the guys and the room fading out. My focus spiraled down onto Cash, and the shimmering feeling that exploded from my core, outwards.
My head snapped forward, leaning on Cash’s shoulder hard as my muscles went limp, everything shuddery and weak. Cash’s hips thrust a few more times, and he growled, stilling as he came inside of me.
“Well shit,” Charlie said, “hard to top that.”
“I’ll take the ring to Mordor,” Ace said. There was a smacking sound, and Ace’s yelp.
“You do not make nerdy jokes about sex with our girl,” Finn growled.
“Hell, you’re just grumpy Cash got in there before you did tonight,” Charlie shot back. Cash was breathing hard, his fingers trembling where they gripped my thighs. I knew he wouldn’t drop me though.
“Good girl,” Eli whispered, kissing my ear. “Such a perfect girl for us.”
I grumbled at him and squirmed to be let down. Cash slipped out of me, making both of us sigh at the loss of contact. He set me down on my bare feet, and Eli moved to start supporting my weight with his arm under mine.
“Seriously, the party,” I said after a moment, swallowing to moisten my dry throat. “You guys are award winners, and...” I glanced at the door.
“Hey,” Eli dragged my attention back to him. A wry smile was on his lips, a lightness in his eyes that wasn’t normally there. “We already got everything we want in the world,” he said. I couldn’t help but smile back at him even as I shook my head.
“That’s great, but we still have jobs to do, and you need to go make nice with people you don’t like. Be good and tomorrow it’ll be Netflix and blowies, okay?”
Ace seemed to perk up at that promise, the grumpy look on his face disappearing altogether from where he stood behind Cash.
“Really?” he asked. Charlie gave him a shove.
“Get our girl a handkerchief, and let’s do what she says. Don’t give her a chance to change her mind,” he said. Finn wrapped his fingers around mine and gave me a slow kiss.
“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he said, eyes full of promise for later that night, tomorrow, and the future.
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KT Strange is a reverse harem romance author from the Great White North. After spending ten years in the music scene, babysitting drunk rock-stars, she’s finally ready to settle down (somewhat) and write a few good books inspired by her life on the road with bands and her love of everything paranormal.
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bsp; Also, she is rather fond of cats.
R.M. Walker: Deceptive Secrets Extended Scene
Book 3 - Matt & Lily
It was no good, she wasn’t getting back to sleep, she had to go to the loo. There was nothing for it but to crawl quietly to the end of the mattress and nip out to the facilities. She shrugged into her coat, stuffed her feet into her boots and quietly left the tent, zipping it behind her.
It was much darker than she’d anticipated, especially after the tent, which was lit all night with a lamp set on low. After a few moments her eyes adjusted, and she could see the shower and toilet block by the main area. It was cold, and goosebumps rose on her legs. She picked up speed, the frigid air making the urgency even stronger.
When she came out, Matt was leaning against the wall. “I didn’t mean to wake you, sorry,” she said.
“You should. Not saying you’re helpless, but no point in putting yourself into danger if you don’t need to.” He took her hand, switched the torch on, and they headed to the tent.
“It’s safe enough here though, right?”
“Yeah, as safe as it can be without knowing who else is camping here.”
“I forgot Jake’s Beast of Bodmin Moor.”
He laughed. “It’s a local tale. People say they see a large black cat. The size of a panther.”
“Aww, people are afraid of a kitty?”
“Yeah, a very big kitty with sharp claws and fangs.”
They stopped at the tent, and he opened the flap, letting her in. The warmth hit her as she slid her coat off and put it down with her torch.
“Are you cold?” he whispered, securing the tent shut.
“Yeah, it’s freezing out there. At least it’s not raining.”
