by L. A. Boruff
Jasper looked between her and Alek and raised an eyebrow, giving her a small nod. Was he okay with her dancing with his friend?
Alek saw what was happening and laughed. “Jasper is very into you, don’t worry. He doesn’t date a woman unless he sees something special in her.”
She relaxed a bit and took a deep breath. “I should be dancing with him,” she said, more as a command to her legs so that she would leave Alek and walk toward Jasper.
“As you wish, Sophie,” he said. He leaned down and whispered as he stroked her back. “I will honor your wish, but it would please me and Jasper greatly if you danced with me. Say no, and I will leave you be. Say yes, and I promise that you will enjoy it.”
Her nipples were hard and becoming painful as he spoke to her. Her eyes were on Jasper, but her body was leaning against Alek’s. From the look on Jasper’s face, he was eager to watch her dance with his friend. She wondered what kind of guy didn’t mind hitting on the other’s sex partner, but her body was excited by the challenge.
For years, she had seen Laura dance with half-naked men on the bar, grope multiple men in dark corners, and pass out with more than one man draped across her. If tonight was her night for some fun under the full moon then fuck it, she would take it for all it was worth. She wanted to be desired. She wanted to be the object of someone’s affection for once. George had always fucked her with his shirt on and a bored expression. She stayed with him because he was the only one who stuck around. He treated her like shit, but at least she wasn’t alone.
Seeing the way Jasper and Alek looked at her with such desire, such longing, she wanted to be the person that they saw, if only for a few hours. Lucy would disapprove but she was too busy flirting with Wonder Woman to notice that two men were oddly into her.
She held out her hand out to Alek and he led her to the dance floor. Mad Love by Sean Paul and David Guetta was playing, setting the beat of the dancers around them. She wasn’t much of a dancer but Alek wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her close. He moved his hips and legs while she followed his motion. She would have expected him to be embarrassed that his tight pants showed everyone how excited he was, but he didn’t seem to care.
The energy from the music and the dancers allowed Sophie to fall into a rhythm with Alek and she forgot about her awkwardness. His hands were everywhere as they moved their bodies together. His dark hair, green eyes and tanned skin made him look like a warrior hunting his prey in the dim light. His eyes never left her body as they swayed to the music.
He spun her around and pushed his erection into her ass again as his hands went to her hips. Looking up, she saw Jasper standing against the opposite wall, watching every move they made. She bit her lip when she thought about Jasper watching her have sex with Alek. She had no idea her mind could conjure such an image, but she couldn’t stop thinking about it.
She pulled Alek’s hand to her breast and watched Jasper’s lips part as he gulped. Apparently, he was thinking the same thing.
Alek didn’t hesitate to squeeze her breast gently, causing her to throw her head against his chest. She’d obviously had bad sex all these years if she was more turned on by dancing with a man than being fucked by one. Why had no one told her that dancing with the right man could make her feel so sexy? She decided that she needed to hang out with Laura at the dance clubs.
Alek’s hand went to her throat and his thumb slid across her lips before slowly skimming down her chest to the other breast. She reached around and grabbed his firm ass, eliciting a deep groan that reverberated through his whole body.
“Please,” he grunted.
She wasn’t sure what he was asking for, but she was more than willing to give him anything he wanted.
The rhythm changed when a make out song came on and Alek’s body slowed until she could feel every muscle of his rock-hard chest on her back and the ridge of his dick on her ass. She turned around and threw her arms over his shoulders. “Please what?” she asked seductively.
His green eyes were hungry and he was panting. “Please. I need to be inside you,” he said, sounding like a plea.
She nodded slowly, accepting that this was really happening. She told her brain to stop thinking so much and let her have all the fun she wanted tonight. Jasper had awakened something in her and she wanted to explore the idea of a man begging to fuck her.
Alek whisked her through the kitchen and into the laundry room. His mouth was on hers the second they were alone. His tongue plunged into her mouth, making her head spin. She had never been kissed with such fervor before, as if he was barely able to control himself.
He spun her around and bent her over the washing machine. The cool metal was a welcomed sensation on her sensitive breasts. Twisting around to see him, she watched him go to his knees, just as Jasper had done. He looked up at her, asking for permission. She grew wetter at the thought of being in control of his desire. She moved her legs apart and nodded. It was all he needed for his control to crumble.
His lips were everywhere, her thighs, her panties, her back and her neck. Their clothing had been removed somewhere between his kisses, but she had no clear memory of it happening. She clutched the sides of the washer so her legs wouldn’t give out.
“You are so beautiful, so sexy, Sophie,” he moaned as he pressed his naked chest to her back. One hand massaged her breast while the other worked to release what she needed from his pants.
She felt his cock bump against her core and she jumped. He chuckled and did it again.
Opening her legs wider, she shoved her ass toward him, once again giving him permission. She was so slick that he slid between her legs with no effort. Her body clenched him tightly once he was inside. He groaned and panted as he stilled inside of her for a moment.
“Are you okay?” she asked, concerned that he was having second thoughts.
“I have never felt perfection before. I needed time to remind myself that you were real,” he said softly. His body was trembling behind her and it sounded like he was close to tears.
She had no idea sex could be so amazing that it could bring a man to tears.
Unsure of what to say, she moved her body up and down slowly to entice him. “I’m very real, Alek, and you are giving me the most fantastic night of my entire life.”
She heard him hiss between his teeth as he grabbed her hips. “I intend on making it the first night of many passionate nights,” he said, pressing his lips to her shoulder. His hips pushed forward and she lost the ability to speak, count to ten or remember the lyrics to any song.
He took her body harshly at first, slamming into her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming with pleasure. Every ache was rubbed, every need filled and every man before was forgotten. Alek’s strong hands held her close and touched her where she needed to be touched. Her nipples had never been of interest to her until Alek flicked and stroked them, causing even more moisture to run down her leg. He slowed their pace long enough to make her body shiver and beg for more.
“Oh God, please,” she groaned, unable to endure the teasing.
“Always,” he replied as he surged forward.
The swears that left her mouth when her body went into overdrive should have made her blush, but she couldn’t stop swearing. Her core spasmed over and over again, causing wave after wave of pleasure to crash through her.
When she felt Alek’s body stiffen to the point where she thought he would tear a muscle, he let out a sound similar to a howl. Her entire body reacted to the sound and sent her spiraling into one more earth shattering orgasm. She laid her body on top of the cold washer.
“Holy shit,” she panted.
He chuckled and licked the sweat off her back. “I concur.”
Her senses returned and she suddenly felt embarrassed that she had done something as crazy as this with a stranger. She turned bright red when she saw his enormous erection and realized that it had been inside of her.
With the adrenaline gone and her body sated, she fe
lt weird about being naked in front of him. Amanda often called it the moment between “fuck me” and “holy shit, what did I just do?” where you had to talk to the sexual conquest.
He smiled at her and quietly helped her redress. Part of her wanted to lick the sweat of his chest, though the rest of her told her to run.
“I need some air,” she said politely.
He nodded and wiped the sweat off his brow. “I’m sure you need some space. Most people are embarrassed by being seduced by a stranger, though it’s nothing to fret over, Sophie. I’m not going anywhere and neither is Jasper. Say the word and you can have us both, whenever you want us,” he said more as a pledge. There was no humor in his eyes, only sorrow or perhaps yearning.
“Thank you,” she said, which sounded more like a question. She quickly scooted past him and crossed through the kitchen to the sliding door. Luckily, there was a deck for her to escape to.
Stepping into the chilly air, she glanced up at the full moon. Who the fuck was she? Who were these men? She breathed in the air and closed her eyes, trying to sort through the day’s events.
“I thought Jasper was exaggerating, but you are the loveliest woman I have ever seen,” a voice said from below her.
She turned and watched a shirtless man in jeans approach from the side stairs. His hair was long and wavy with gel that made it appear wet. He had tattoos on his muscled chest, tribal in nature. His seductive eyes and wicked smirk rounded out his bad boy costume.
“Who are you supposed to be?” she asked.
“Jason Mamoa,” he chuckled. “Or Aquaman, whichever you prefer. My real name is Mathis.”
She laughed though her heart skipped at the sound of his deep voice. He could’ve easily been a cousin or a close relative to the actor. “The costume suits you.”
“Why are you hiding out here?” he asked as he leaned his arms on the railing.
“I’m overheated,” she replied.
“I know that, but you are still hiding. Why would you run from two men who want to worship you?” he smiled.
She was stunned. Who were these people? “That’s none of your business.” She turned to leave but he gently put his hand on hers.
“I know everything is confusing and overwhelming, but have you ever felt like this in your life? Have you ever had someone look at you as if you were everything they had ever wanted? Let me guess; you had a string of assholes who treated you like dirt. They mocked you and destroyed your self-esteem. I hate men who treat a woman badly for not choosing them or worse, for not loving them in return. You are discerning and smart. You knew they were wrong for you and they made you question yourself because of it. Jasper and Alek would never treat a woman like that. They understand what a gift it is to find someone who ignites their passion and desire. They would cherish a woman like that, like you,” he explained.
Sophie wanted to believe him, but her self-doubt was getting in the way as always. “Thank you for having me at your party. Please let them…tell them,” she didn’t know what to tell them.
“I’ll say that you needed time. They will understand because they will always wait for you, ask permission and never pressure you. Call and they will come to you,” he winked.
She put her hand on her face and nodded at his amazing version of a blow off.
An hour later, she was standing in front of the mirror, trying to see if she looked different somehow. Something had definitely changed tonight, hopefully for the better. She could still smell Alek’s cologne on her skin, making her mouth water. She wished that Jasper and Alek were both here, but she did need time. Would they wait for her?
The doorbell rang, reminding her that the teens upstairs were supposed to come after trick or treating. Bowl in hand, she was surprised to find George in the doorway.
“We need to talk,” he said, pushing past her.
“Get out!” she yelled. Seeing his thin frame and dead eyes made her stomach turn. Mathis’ words came back to her. Men always put her down because they couldn’t have her.
He pulled her into the room, slamming the door closed. He sniffed her and frowned. “Who have you been fucking?”
Appalled, she tossed the bowl on the side table and pushed him away. “Get out. We are over!”
He smiled cruelly and pulled her toward him. “I want you, Sophie. You will come back to me because no one else wants you. Where is this mystery man? You drove him away, just like all the rest. I’m the only one who wants you,” he said, attempting to lift the skirt of her costume.
She smacked his hand away. “Why do you want me?”
“I want you because you belong to me!” he shouted.
“You’re crazy!” She pushed him away and ran for the door. He knocked her down and held her to the floor with his body. She screamed again and swung wildly at him.
“Stop struggling!” he commanded.
“Help!” she screamed, hoping that her neighbor Anne would hear her.
The door burst open and two giant silver and tan wolves barreled into the room. Their yellow eyes were locked on George. He froze and let out a small squeak.
“Get off her, or they will kill you. You can’t take what is ours,” Mathis snarled, striding into the room like a man who feared nothing.
The wolves bared their teeth and growled. Sophie should have been terrified of the wolves, but she wasn’t; instead, she felt her skin tingle when she heard their predatory growls. Her brain was slower to react than her body. She knew the smaller one was Jasper and the larger one was Alek, but still she didn’t fear them.
George backed away as Mathis walked passed her and picked George up by his shirt. The sound that erupted from Mathis’ lips was scary enough to intimidate the toughest man.
“Come near her again and you will face me,” Mathis said threateningly.
George was tossed into the hallway and the door locked behind him. Without a word, Mathis scooped her up and held her in his lap on the couch.
Looking into his dark eyes, she knew that he was a wolf too. No human could make a sound like that.
“How?” she asked, trembling against his chest.
“We are not myth, but wolves trapped inside men’s bodies. We hunt small prey, love pizza and keep to ourselves. When we love, we love completely. Only one woman among millions could ever satisfy us. Our ancient blood runs through your veins, though diluted enough that you cannot shift. Let us into your heart, Sophie, and we will cherish and protect you always,” he said, stroking her hair to calm her.
Jasper and Alek changed before her eyes into the sexy men she adored. Was this insane? Yes, but she felt the truth of Mathis’ words down to her bones. She was different. She had always felt it but now she understood why most men ran from her. She was part wolf.
She put her head on Mathis’ shoulder. “Yes,” she sighed contentedly.
He held her for a long time before setting her down and kneeling between her thighs. He was asking for permission, she understood that. The desire in his eyes told her everything. He needed her as much as she needed them. She felt safe and wanted by them.
She nodded and felt his strong hands remove her panties. Jasper and Alek watched raptly as Mathis slowly entered her body. Mathis was their leader, their alpha, the one who protected them.
He surged forward and her mind collapsed. She was home. She was with her pack at last.
About the Author
Tabitha Barret is a Multi-Genre Romance author who lives in New Jersey with her husband, two children, and four crazy dogs. She met her husband in Creative Writing classes in college, though it took a little convincing for him to ask her out. To learn about her other books, visit her website at http://www.tabithabarret.com.
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ONE: BLAKE
“Almost set up,” Flynn muttered as he positioned the webcam on the side of his laptop and frowned at the blank screen. “Any minute now.”
“Oh, Maeve,” I cooed at the dark screen. “You’re getting too much sun, luv. You’re as dark as Rowan.”
“Hey,” Rowan grinned, settling down beside me on the couch. He jiggled his leg nervously. His anxiety had improved ever since he started getting therapy and taking drugs, but it flared up in the hours and minutes leading up to talking or seeing Maeve and Corbin again. I got it, in a way. He still couldn’t believe this was real, that he got to be with the two people he loved most. And me too, of course. I was top of his list of awesome people. Obviously.
