Crazy About Curves: 10 Luscious Reads

by Adriana Hunter

  She took a deep breath. She’d have to travel and meet some wolves. If she found her Alphas, group sex would occur, one male in her pussy and the other in her ass, some scar-inducing biting, and voila, mates. She’d never had sex with two men at once. So, yeah, that was scary as hell. But then again, two men pleasuring her at the same time had...possibilities.

  “Scarlet? I don’t think I can keep two men happy.” A sniffle reached her.

  “Oh, honey.” She sighed. Poor Gabby. She’d been through hell the past few years. She’d been dating, regardless of the fact that she was Marked, and had fallen in love several times. Only the men had torn her heart to shreds and left a broken Gabriella in their wake. “You know none of that is your fault. It’s theirs. We’ve talked about this.”

  Another sniffle. “But Allen said—”

  “No. Allen said a lot of things. He also put his dick in other women. His cheating had nothing to do with you.” Part of her wished she were a wolf. Then she could have gone and torn that sorry excuse for a man apart. “Good sex takes two people, and Gabby, I’ve seen you on the dance floor. Your crappy sex life is so not your fault. Hips don’t lie.”

  “I know, it’s just—”

  A low beep interrupted her sister and Scarlet glanced at the caller ID. Whitney. “Hold on a sec.”

  Her gaze shot to the microwave clock. 8:36 A.M.

  Scarlet flashed over to her other sister. “Whit?”

  “It’s a mistake. Scarlet, it has to be. Has to.” She heard the tears in her sister’s voice, the heartbreak that filled every word. “Why are they doing this to me? I’m not Marked, Scarlet. Isn’t that enough? I finally got over not having the stupid Mark and now they’re messing with me like this?” Whitney sobbed.

  “You got an invitation? From the Ruling Alphas?”

  “Yes.” Her poor sister was such a sensitive soul.

  Anger bubbled in her chest, churned and grew until she felt as if she’d explode beneath the feelings coursing through her veins. Scarlet and Gabby had always viewed the Marks as a sort of death sentence, seeing them as something that stole their free will. Finding a mate was biological and had nothing to do with emotions. No gentle “getting to know each other” period like with human men. Relationships between a Marked and wolves were more along the lines of: You’re our mate. Bend over. We mate you now. That’d be followed by a grunt.

  At least, that’s what she’d gotten from her mother’s explanations. Scarlet and Gabriella had agreed that they’d put off mating as long as possible. The wolves that claimed them could be total assholes, and they’d be stuck with them for life. They’d decided to enjoy a little freedom before the ax finally fell. And then they’d sort of forgotten about the whole Gathering thing. Oops.

  Geez, even when she’d adopted her cat from the shelter, she’d gotten a trial run.

  Go to a Gathering voluntarily? Nu uh. Over their dead bodies.

  The only one who’d craved a Mark was Whitney. Sweet, delicate Whitney. From the moment they began playing dress-up, Whit was the gorgeous bride who married not one, but two men. Two werewolves. She just didn’t carry a Mark.

  And through a weird twist of nature, Alpha wolves didn’t mate with human women unless there was a Mark. Single, non-Alphas only mated female furballs. It was two for a human or nada. It had something to do with the way a girl wolf interacted with two boy wolves and yada, yada... She’d sort of tuned her mom’s voice out after that.

  “Scarlet?”

  “Shh... It’s okay. We’ll figure it out. If it’s a mistake, I’ll beat the shit out of the Ruling Alphas for upsetting you.” She would. Without a doubt. “If—” She licked her lips, mouth dry. “If they’ve somehow changed things, we’ll find you the best set of furries out there.” Scarlet took a deep breath. “Or, we can try and hide you. Whatever you decide, Whit.”

  Her sister sniffled. “It says I have to go. Have to. There’s punishments and stuff.” Just like there were punishments for exposing werewolves to the general public, there were consequences for refusing an order from the Ruling Alphas.

  Scarlet sighed, ran a hand over her face and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I hadn’t read that far yet. I sort of tried burning it once I got past the first line.” Whitney giggled. “The damn things found us, so there is probably a lovely bunch of witches involved in the whole thing. Which means that if we don’t show, the punishment will probably kick in.” Scarlet swallowed past the lump in her throat. “So, yeah, we gotta go. But I’ll take care of you Whitney. No matter what, nothing is gonna happen that you don’t want. I promise.”

  She stroked her cat, taking comfort in his gentle purr. “Okay, I’ve got Gabby on the other line. Lemme do a three-way call, and we can make plans. We’re going to the damned Gathering whether we like it or not, so we might as well go all-out.”

  Chapter Two

  If Scarlet had known wolves were chock full-o-hotness, she would have hunted them up long ago. Or, at least, she wouldn’t have been so cranky about attending the Gathering. Yum.

  With her sisters huddled against her back, she led them through the growing throng. Male wolves meandered amongst the women, and she saw more than one set of Alphas lean toward a female for a discreet sniff. Based on what she’d been told at check-in, their “conference” consisted of four thousand attendees from around the world. That was a lot of Marked chicks and Alpha pairs.

  One such pair stepped into her path and blocked their passage. She glared at the men. Both were large, well over six feet, gorgeous...and in her way.

  “Excuse me.” She stepped to the right, only to have her path obstructed once again. She gritted her teeth and smiled. “Excuse me, I’d like to get by. I have to speak to the Ruling Alphas.”

  “Well, we need to see if any of you belong to us. All of the Marked must submit—”

  Oh, so the wrong thing to say. Her sisters had been giving themselves pep talks from the moment their plane left Atlanta. No letting Alphas walk all over them.

  “Submit? Belong to you?” Gabby’s voice was way too quiet. She stepped up and stood beside Scarlet. “You want to know if one of us belongs to you, that it?”

  “Gabriella...” Her sister’s voice had taken on the brittle tone she knew all too well. It usually came right before...

  Gabby kept on going. “Should I bend over so you can sniff my ass? That’s what dogs do, right?” The man’s face turned a blazing shade of red. Alphas, as a rule, didn’t like people talking back to them. It was a control thing.

  “If you were my bitch—”

  Scarlet waited to see if the vein in the wolf’s temple popped. That’d be fun.

  “If I was your bitch, I’d carve the Mark from my flesh and fuck the consequences. Listen, asshole, I’m here because I don’t have a choice. So, fuck and you.” Gabby spat the words at the giant wolf. The giant wolf who looked about ready to tear her limb from limb.

  “Is there a problem?” The most seductive velvet voice overrode her sister’s next words, and Scarlet suddenly felt the need to melt into the floor. A heavy wave of dominance far superior to that of the men they’d been arguing with, blanketed her. This guy was definitely stronger than the other two men. Dominance came on a sort of sliding scale, some wolves more powerful than others. This speaker was seriously dominant, and it made her wonder what it’d feel like to be in the Ruling Alphas’ presence. Their strength would probably drop her to her knees.

  She turned her focus to the newcomer. Scratch that, newcomers. If she’d been a cat, she would have rubbed against them and begged for their touch.

  While his companion was bulky, the man who’d spoken was tall and lithe. He had the body of a swimmer, accentuated by lean limbs that appeared to pulse with strength. Power surrounded him like a hidden shroud, and the jerk they’d been arguing with immediately fell silent. She let her gaze travel over the wolf, noting the pale brown hair with a hint of a curl, his long lashes and hazel eyes. His patrician nose had a bump along the ridge, attesting to
a past break. His lips looked insanely kissable, yet furrowed lines surrounded them. The man frowned entirely too much. Like now.

  “Garron?” He focused on the jerk who’d been giving them a hard time. “Quentin?” His attention went to the other wolf.

  “Of course not, Alpha.” Garron, or “Asshole” in Scarlet’s mind, tilted his head. Showing deference to the new wolf, as well as exposing his own neck, confirmed Scarlet’s suspicions. The sexy wolf was definitely more dominant than Asshole. “We simply requested that these Marked submit, per the law of the Gathering.”

  Scarlet seethed. First, at his wording and second, because the man didn’t know what the hell he was talking about. No idiot should try quoting the laws when he couldn’t tell his asshole from a hole in the ground.

  When the powerful Alpha opened his mouth, Scarlet cut him off. “Alpha, if I may?”

  That drew the attention of his companion, the larger presence she’d been trying to ignore. Where the first Alpha was lean, this one was built like a tank. Hell, his neck was nearly as thick as her thigh and her thighs weren’t small. But those eyes... Those sparkling blue eyes lured her. They called to her and beckoned her a little closer. She leaned toward him. What would it be like to—

  “Of course, Miss...” The first Alpha let the word trail off, and she filled in the blanks.

  “Wickham. Scarlet Wickham.” She shook her head to clear the burgeoning arousal from her mind and focused on the less dominant wolf, Garron, ignoring the asshole’s partner, Quentin. “It’s your belief that the Marked who attend the Gathering must submit upon your demand? That is your understanding of the laws?”

  Gabby had learned all of the laws. Every. Single. One. And had then drilled them into her and Whitney’s brains. Her sister figured if they were gonna be forced into the dog (heh) and pony show, they needed to be as knowledgeable as possible. Plus, Gabs had been hunting for a loophole. Scarlet had simply paid attention long enough to get the gist of things. Of course, it’d probably come back to bite her on the ass. Much like tuning out her mother had done with the whole “forgetting about the Gathering” thing.

  Garron snorted. “Of course I know the law. I—”

  “It’s not your turn to speak, Garron.” The Alpha quieted the man, and her attraction to him and his partner increased.

  She was suddenly not quite so pissed about being summoned. Her Mark tingled, heating and pricking right below her right shoulder.

  Her mates were near. Not the two guys who’d blocked them. The new Alphas? Regardless, she’d found her mates. Portions of her raged against fate. She’d have to uproot her life. Move. And there was the fact that they could be total dicks. Who was to say they wouldn’t be like Garron and Quentin? They could treat her like shit.

  Unfortunately, her other half, the bit that’d been lonely, rejoiced.

  She had a guy to smack down first.

  “Miss Wickham?” The hazel-eyed devil raised a single eyebrow.

  The puny asshole, Garron rolled his eyes. She ignored him. “I’m assuming you know the first law. That a Marked shall never be harmed. Now, the second addresses a Marked’s submission.”

  “See? You must—” A half-shifted claw wrapped around Garron’s throat. Way to go, badass Alpha.

  “The first clause of the second law does say that each Marked must submit to the Test of Proximity.”

  A gurgling gasp came from Garron, and the Alpha turned to her with a wide, toothy smile. “Continue Miss Wickham.”

  “The law governing the Test of Proximity indicates it is the Marked who initiates and concludes the test. An Alpha pair may request the test, but, outside arranged Gatherings, no Marked is required to submit.” She glanced back at her sisters. “I didn’t agree to anything, did you?” Both Gabby and Whitney shook their heads, wide smiles in place. “So, my sisters didn’t agree to the Test of Proximity. I didn’t agree to the Test of Proximity, and I know for damned sure this is time set aside for registration. Thus, no required submission.”

  She tilted her head to the side. “In fact, I do happen to recall that direct violation of Gathering laws in relation to the Marked, and their treatment, results in immediate expulsion. The laws are in place for our protection, not so you can come in and be a dictator. We are balance. We are your cherished. We sure as hell aren’t here to get barked at and sniffed.”

  Garron’s reddening face paled, and the other wolf, Quentin, growled low. Apparently the other half of Garron’s pair didn’t care for what he heard. Well, she didn’t like being around assholes, so they were even.

  The stocky man tensed, hands flexing and then they became claws. A rolling growl overrode Quentin’s, and the wolf quickly quieted.

  “Thank you, Madden.” The lean Alpha’s voice was calm, smooth and not hinting at the tiniest bit of stress from holding Garron still. “Miss Wickham is correct. She asked you to move. Twice. You made demands of her and her...” He glanced at her, eyebrow raised in a silent question.

  “Sisters.”

  “You made demands of the Sisters Wickham.” The unknown Alpha pushed Garron away and, for the first time, Scarlet noticed the guards surrounding them. “Have this Alpha pair escorted from the grounds.”

  Way to make an entrance.

  Snarls and growls filled the air as the two asshole Alphas were drawn from the area, the guards doing their jobs as ordered. Which left Scarlet and her sisters with a thinning crowd and two massive, fuck-me-now Alphas.

  “Um, thank you?”

  The leaner of the two smiled, a slight quirk of his lips. “I’m sorry it was necessary. Unmated Alphas can come on a little strong and push the laws a little, but those two are too aggressive to remain. Apologies.” He bowed ever so slightly, bringing him nearer, and it took everything in her not to reach out and run her fingers through those slight curls. “I’m Alpha Keller Aaron, and this is my partner Alpha Madden Harris.”

  Gabriella gasped, but Scarlet ignored her sister. She was too interested in the gorgeous men before her.

  Keller continued. “We welcome you to the Gathering. If there’s any assistance we can provide, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

  Keller glanced at Madden, and their gazes remained locked as if they fought in a silent battle. Finally, Alpha Keller’s attention returned to her. “At this time, if you are amenable, we would like engage in a Test of Proximity.”

  Scarlet blinked. Then blinked again before turning her head to look at Gabby. “Do you want to go with them?”

  Her sister’s expression went from a mixture of wide-eyed fear and surprise to completely blank and devoid of emotion. She’d have to ask Gabby about that later. “They don’t want me, hon.”

  “Whitney?”

  That sister raised her brows. “Dude, I don’t even have a Mark.”

  She stood there, stunned. Okay, her Mark was doing a happy little pulsy thing and the tingles were traveling on to her pleasurable pink bits, but... Her?

  Scarlet turned her attention to Keller and Madden. “Me?”

  Keller winked and Madden...smiled? Sort of a mix between a grimace and a smile. A smilace? She saw the vulnerability in his eyes, the wariness and unwillingness to let her in. In one sweeping glance, she caught it all. This was the big, bad pack protector who probably didn’t let anyone in. Keller would be the politician. Granted, the man could probably tear off a wolf’s head without hesitation, but Madden would be the one knocking heads around first and asking questions never.

  At least Garron and Quentin were able to walk away.

  “Yes, Miss Wickham, you.”

  She looked to Madden for confirmation. His nod didn’t do anything for the butterflies in her stomach. “Um, okay. I don’t know how... Do I... Like, lean forward and you can sniff me or...”

  Scarlet waved her hands, gesturing between them. She so wasn’t knowledgeable about wolf-land specifics. Sure, she’d absorbed the laws Gabby had spouted, but she hadn’t bothered with the rest. Hell, she didn’t even know who the Ruling Alphas were,
hadn’t seen a picture or learned their names. She just knew that they were their starting point in Operation: Help Whitney.

  Once again, like when she was a child, she should have paid more attention.

  “Why don’t we meet in the hotel’s restaurant for dinner? We can talk and...see how things go from there.” Keller’s words were soft and soothing while a sexual, predatory gleam lingered in Madden’s eyes. She imagined him unleashing his pent-up need. On her.

  She shivered, a brush of arousal traveling down her spine. Okay. Yeah. Dinner. She licked her lips. “That sounds good. Seven?”

  That’d give them enough time to develop a battle plan. The growing throb in her shoulder told her in more than words that these two were the ones for her. She’d be the balance between the seething strength of Madden and the hidden power of Keller.

  And that didn’t scare her nearly as much as it should have. Like, at all.

  *

  Madden watched her walk away, watched the sisters Wickham push and nudge through the throng until they were hidden from sight.

  His wolf was pissed.

  His heart thundered, pounding against his chest like a thousand horses racing across the plains. He couldn’t draw air into his lungs, couldn’t breathe.

  His beast clawed and scraped and scratched inside him, snarling because he and Keller had let Scarlet leave.

  The woman awed him. Not only did her body call to him, her mind proved she’d be a good match for them. She hadn’t walked into the Gathering blind. No, their mate had come in armed, prepared to battle with the overbearing Alphas.

  Madden never doubted they were arrogant. Alphas, as a rule, wanted things done now and their way. Period.

  Their Scarlet would be a good supporter and adversary at the same time.

  “She’s beautiful.” Keller’s voice was pitched low, but Madden had no trouble hearing his partner Alpha.

  And he agreed. She had luscious curves in all of the right places, nothing like the trim unmarked female wolves who threw themselves at the Ruling Alpha pair. Female wolves were great for a tumble, but their temperament didn’t provide proper balance, hence the magic that forced Alphas to find their mates amongst the human Marked.