by J. L. Wilder
“Challenge accepted.”
He moved his head down low, inches away from her throbbing cunt. Hunter started off with light teasing, kissing along her thighs until Sarah felt like she might explode from the anticipation. When he finally placed his lips on hers, she let out a moan of total unadulterated pleasure.
Hunter was a pussy-eating artist. He started with slow licks, pressing the flat surface of his tongue against her clit. Each slow drag coaxed another moan from Sarah. She squeezed her breasts as he ate her, wrapping her thighs around his head just like he’d told her she would.
Soon after, his tongue movement picked up speed. He licked her faster and faster, the tip of his tongue flicking over her clit, his fingers moving in and out of her.
“Oh my God,” she moaned. “I’m...”
She didn’t get a chance to finish. The orgasm exploded through her body, rolling through her like thunder. Sarah gripped his head, holding him in place as the orgasm faded. When he was done, he lifted his head, wiping her juices off his mouth with the back of his hand.
“I need that cock, and I need it now.” Sarah’s eyes were focused on his prick, long and thick and dripping.
“Bossy, bossy,” he said with a grin. “Gonna have to teach you who’s in charge here.”
Before Sarah could say a word, Hunter grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over, Sarah’s round ass pointing right into the air. Hunter drew his hand back and brought it down hard onto her ass. The sting was pain and pleasure mixed all into one. He did it again and again, Sarah taking in a sharp gasp of air each time.
“Please,” she moaned. “I need it.”
She couldn’t see Hunter’s face, but she knew he was grinning at her words. “You need what?”
“Your cock. I need it in me now.”
“Say ‘please’ one more time.”
“Please!”
Hunter wanted to prove a point, and he had. Sarah was the omega, and he was the alpha. And she loved it.
She felt the head of Hunter’s prick graze against her lips, teasing her like he’d done before. But it wasn’t long before he spread her open and shoved his cock deep inside of her, her wet walls gripping him like a vice.
The feeling of his prick inside of her was like nothing else. She gripped hard onto the fabric of the couch, bracing herself as he drove into her again and again. Hunter grabbed her ass, holding Sarah in place as he tunneled into her.
Every now and then, he’d bring his hand back and connect with her ass, a sharp smack filling the air over her moans and his grunts. Sarah’s breasts swung back and forth to the rhythm of his thrusts, and she could feel another orgasm stirring.
“I want you to come inside of me,” she moaned. “Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” he said, still pounding her hard.
Sarah came hard at his words, the second orgasm even more intense than the first. Her walls clenched around his cock as the orgasm ripped through her, blurring her vision and forcing her to bite down on her lower lip.
Hunter came with a hard grunt and thrust. She felt his cock explode inside of her, his prick throbbing as he pumped her full of his seed. Sarah knew it was a bad idea to have him finish in her, but at that moment, she couldn’t think of anything she wanted more.
When they both finished, Hunter collapsed onto the couch next to Sarah. She turned over onto her back, resting her head on his broad shoulder. They laid like this for several minutes, the two of them catching their breaths.
“Hell of a day,” he said finally.
“No kidding. Nearly dead and then some of the best sex of my life.”
Hunter laughed. “That’s a good way to look at it.”
Though she was still bathing in the afterglow of the sex, Sarah found her mind drifting back to her current circumstances. She’d wanted Hunter, but it didn’t change the fact that he’d kidnapped her, him along with his brothers.
More than that, she’d slept with two of them. She weighed the two men in her mind, trying to decide how she could feel so strongly for both of them. And not only Hunter and Adrian—Jack too seemed to call out to her. Sarah desperately searched her thoughts, trying to figure out what had possessed her to have such a yearning desire for three men—three brothers, at that.
“Fucking hell,” said Hunter as he rolled off the couch and onto his feet.
“What?”
“That was great and all, but we’ve got to get back to reality. Those men followed us to the beach, which means they almost fuckin’ certainly know you’re here. Gonna guess my pad isn’t safe for you anymore.”
Before Sarah could respond, Hunter grabbed his phone and dialed up a number before heading to the kitchen where she couldn’t hear him speak. After taking in the sight of his ass walking away from her, Sarah came back into the moment and slowly began to dress.
She was stuck, and she knew it. Her only choices were being the hostage of the brothers, or the hostage of Brandt. Sarah had come to New York for freedom, but now she was even more of a prisoner than ever.
Hunter strolled back into the room, still naked as the day he was born, his cock hanging long between his legs.
“Pack your bags, gorgeous.”
“Why?”
Hunter grinned. “Because it’s time for you to meet the other brother.”
CHAPTER 16
SARAH
She had no idea what to expect as she approached Jack’s loft. The building struck her as similar to Hunter’s place, but more...modern. It reminded her more of an artist’s studio than an oil-slicked garage.
“He’ll take good care of you,” said Hunter as he leaned against his motorcycle with his arms crossed. “And most importantly, Brandt won’t know you’re here.”
Sarah turned away from the door, the sun bright in the afternoon sky above. “What about you?”
Hunter shrugged. “I’ll be fine. War’s coming, and I’m gonna be ready. You just stay out of trouble, gorgeous.”
The door buzzer chimed, letting Sarah know it was open for her to enter. She pulled the big steel door back, revealing a brick-walled stairwell.
“There you go,” said Hunter as he climbed onto the back of his bike. “Stay out of trouble now, got it?”
Sarah flashed him a small smile. “I think it’s a little too late for that.”
Hunter grinned right back, knowing that what she’d said had more than a few meanings. He laughed as he gunned the engine, and soon he was gone, pulling around the next corner and disappearing out of sight.
Sarah felt a slight longing as he left. Like with Adrian, something pulled her towards Hunter, making her feel as though she were connected to him in some way. She was interested in finding out whether or not the connection would be the same with Jack. Sarah knew she’d certainly felt something when she’d seen him at Hunter’s place the day before.
She steeled herself with a deep breath before starting into the building. After ascending the stairs, she reached the top floor, where Jack lived. Sarah approached the door, hearing the sounds of laughter inside. A knock resulted in a, “Coming!” from inside.
The door opened, and Jack was there. Jack was tall, and had features exactly like his brothers, with the same handsome, intense expression on his face, his features sharp and defined. His hair was dark, long enough to be tucked behind his ears. He was dressed in a tight black T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up around his thick biceps, his body solid and built. But unlike Hunter’s biker gear or Adrian’s crisp suits, Jack was dressed in a style that was more fashionable, more Brooklyn.
“Sarah,” he said, extending a paint-stained hand. “Jack. Pleasure to finally meet you.”
“Likewise.” She took his hand and the same magnetism that she felt when she touched Hunter or Adrian was there. Jack was handsome as hell, and her pussy sent out waves of hot approval at the sight of him and the feeling of his warmth on her skin.
Over his shoulder she spotted a large art studio, several half-finished paintings here and
there, huge windows looking out onto the city outside. A handful of hip-looking girls were around, all talking and laughing and drinking wine. They appeared to Sarah like Kelly, stylish Brooklyn girls. But unlike Sarah and Kelly, they likely hadn’t gotten mixed up with the shifter mafia.
“All right, ladies!” called out Jack as he turned and clapped his hands. “Party’s over!”
All the girls made the same groan of disappointment. But not one protested other than that. Together, they filed out of the apartment, casting glances at Sarah that made it clear they viewed her as the spoiler of their fun. And Sarah noted that each of the girls was pretty and slim and fashionable down to the last.
When they were gone, Jack shut the door behind them.
“So,” said Sarah as she followed him into the loft. “You’re one of those types, huh?”
Jack tossed her a curious look, a half-smile on his full lips. “One of those types?”
“Brooklyn artist,” she said. “Painting the girls, sleeping with them, accidently losing their numbers...”
As she entered, she took note of the paintings. Sure enough, most of them were of female subjects, most of them in the nude. And the paintings were incredible—Sarah was hardly an art connoisseur, but she could easily recognize the talent on display.
Jack grabbed a beer from the fridge, tossing one at Sarah. She neatly caught it.
“I’ve been around for a long while,” he said as he took a seat at the kitchen bar. “Painted all sorts of subjects. And I’ve come to discover that there’s no subject worthier of depicting than the female form.”
He said the words with total confidence, a confidence that matched the way he carried himself.
“I suppose that’s one way to look at it,” said Sarah.
“You an art lover?” he asked before taking a sip of his beer. Sarah glanced down at the bottle in her hand, noting that it was some kind of fancy, small-batch IPA—a contrast to the Bud that Hunter liked. The brothers struck her as very similar, but unique. The key similarity, of course, being how attracted to them she was.
“Not really,” she said. “That was more Kelly’s thing.”
“Kelly...” said Jack. “That’s your friend in the city? The one who left?”
“The one I did all of this to protect,” she said.
“Right,” said Jack. “And she’s safe now? She left that note at her apartment, after all.”
“As far as I know,” said Sarah. “But I haven’t heard a word from her since she left. I...I don’t know.”
Jack hopped off his seat and approached Sarah, placing his hand on her shoulder. His touch was reassuring and sexually charged all at once.
“I’m sure she’s fine. Right now, we need to worry about you.” He turned his attention to the window. “The war’s already started. Brandt’s men sent out the call to their allied clans. Huge battle broke out in Flushing last night, some of the wolf clans using the war as an excuse to settle old rivalries.”
“And all because of me,” said Sarah.
He shook his head. “Not because of you. Brandt wants you, sure. But you’re only the excuse. This war’s been in the works for years. Our clan’s tried to keep the peace, but I knew it could only last for so long.”
“Still,” she said. “I’m your clan’s prisoner.”
“You’re our guest,” he said with a smile. “One that can’t go anywhere, but our guest nonetheless.”
Sarah was tense, and Jack seemed to sense it.
“Finish that beer,” he said. “It’ll take the edge off what you’re dealing with.”
But drinking was the last thing Sarah wanted. The peace she’d come to New York for was all she craved. That, and the man in front of her. Despite only just arriving, Sarah felt drawn to Jack in a way she couldn’t understand.
What the hell is with these guys? she thought. Why can’t I resist them?
“You know what always takes my mind off things when I’m in a mood like yours?”
“What,” asked Sarah. “You can identify with being kidnapped by dragons and chased after by the mafia?” She allowed herself a small grin to let him know she wasn’t being entirely serious.
“Not that, exactly. But being the most powerful clan in the city comes with its headaches.” He gestured to the art around them. “Painting. It’s why I got into it back in the sixties, back when I ran with Warhol and his crew.”
“You knew Andy Warhol?” she asked.
“Sure did. Kept to the sidelines, didn’t want to draw attention to myself. But I was there. Been in a few art scenes over the years. One of the advantages of living for a very, very long time.” He nodded towards the paintings. “I draw. Helps me relax.”
“Never really had the talent,” said Sarah.
“You don’t have to paint to get the benefits. You ever modeled?”
Sarah’s eyes went wide with surprise. “You kidding?”
“Not at all. You’re beautiful—you have to know that. I’d kill to use you.”
The words “use you” sent a thrill through Sarah. She wanted him to use her, all right.
He pointed to a small platform behind a chair and a canvas.
“Go stand there,” he said.
“Are you serious?”
“Totally serious. Trust me.”
Sarah was apprehensive but did as he asked. She stepped onto the platform, and Jack took a seat behind the blank canvas.
“Gonna use charcoal. Easy to work with, good for detail. Now, just be relaxed. Don’t think about anything. It’s how I’m going to get the real you.”
“Really,” said Sarah. “I don’t even know the real me.” She felt awkward standing there, but Jack’s look of intensity and focus strangely put her at ease.
“There’s a real you,” he said. “And I can see it.” He began drawing. “You’ve been confused about your destiny, and now you’re stepping into it. It’s not going to be easy, but I can see a strength inside of you.”
Sarah blushed. As Jack worked, she felt the tension release from her body. Minutes passed as he drew.
“There you go,” he said. “I’m starting to see it.”
The longer the drawing went on, the more she loved it. She enjoyed being the subject of Jack’s work, and the sexual energy was thick in the air. Just like with Adrian and Hunter, all it took was being around Jack for her to crave him desperately.
She barely even thought about it when she grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head.
Jack raised an eyebrow. “Getting into it, I see.”
“Something like that,” Sarah flashed him a coy grin, one that Jack returned.
He went on drawing, Sarah feeling exposed in the best way possible.
“You don’t have to stop there,” he said, his hands busy at work.
“You’re right,” said Sarah. “I don’t.”
She reached back and unhooked the clasp of her bra, slipping the straps down her shoulders, her breasts tumbling out. Jack watched with his skillful eyes, another hot wave pulsing through Sarah’s body.
“You’re giving me quite a bit of...inspiration,” he said with a grin.
“Anything for the artistic process,” she said.
As if compelled by a force outside of herself, Sarah worked the buttons of her jeans and the zipper, slipping them off. She’d had her experience with dragons, with these alphas, and she knew what she wanted.
She wanted the three of them. All at once. The thought formed in her mind and refused to leave. She imagined Hunter’s cock in her mouth, Adrian taking her from behind, Jack’s prick in her free hand.
She needed the alphas. But first, she’d have to take the one she hadn’t yet had.
Sarah stood nude, Jack working, finishing the drawing.
“There’s no resisting the pull of an alpha and an omega,” he said. “But you know that by now.”
“I know,” she said. “And I’m tired of resisting.”
Jack’s hand stopped. He rose from his seat
and made his way around the painting, stepping up onto the small platform. His hands were covered with black charcoal, and he placed them on Sarah’s bare shoulders.
“I know you’ve had my brothers,” he said. “And I know you want me. And when you have me...”
Sarah cocked her head to the side.
“What?”
“Your new life begins.”
“Then don’t make me wait another second.”
He didn’t. Jack leaned in and kissed her deeply. The kiss felt like one she’d had before—it was familiar and thrilling all at once. She fell into it right away, eager to be swept up in the passion that swirled around her.
Jack put his hands on her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and caressing her nipples, the pink circles going hard instantly. She sighed, pulling off his shirt and exposing his taut, toned body.
She’d had her doubts, but they vanished the moment she laid her hand on his cock through his tight jeans. Sarah needed all three, and she needed them right then.
Sarah worked the zipper of Jack’s jeans, and he helped her by stepping out of them, along with his shoes. His cock sprang free, as long and thick as his brothers. She wanted to submit, to surrender. And she started by dropping to her knees and taking his cock into his mouth.
Jack growled like an animal as she wrapped her lips around his prick. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could as quickly as she could, eager to taste his seed. Jack pushed her head down, guiding her lips along the length of his dick. Like his brothers, Jack was ready to take control.
As she sucked him, she imagined what it would be like to have him explode in her mouth, to feel his hot cum down her throat, washing over her tongue. She was certain he’d taste delicious. But more than that, she wanted him to erupt inside of her. Adrian and Hunter had already done the same, and the need for his cum deep in her wet, willing pussy filled her like some primal urge.
“I need more than this,” said Jack as he lifted her to her feet.
“We’re thinking the same thing,” she said, savoring the sweet flavor of his precum on her lips.
“You’ll find that’s often the case with alphas and omegas. We have the same...needs.”
