Cry Wolf (Pack Heat Book 2)

by Sam Hall

  "She wraps her lips around me, I'm not gonna be able to last," Hawk grated.

  "Do it, and don't you fucking dare come." Brandon's teeth were bared. When he looked down at me, his hand slammed down beside my head. "You want wild? Sweetheart, I've got you covered."

  My ankles were rearranged to be resting on his shoulders as he moved over me, leaving me open and vulnerable. His head twisted a little as he rubbed the head of his cock against my folds, then he surged forward before I had the time to adjust. He was usually much more careful. He wasn't as massive as some of the guys, but he was still way bigger than anything I'd seen before coming here. Instead of slow rocking movements, he forced his way in.

  My fingers clawed at the bedspread. The stretch was amazing and awful all at the same time, but the throb of my clit sealed the deal. I thrust back against him, and he groaned when he bottomed out.

  "Cock in her mouth, now," he said with a shudder.

  "You OK...?" Hawk's question trailed away as I leaned back, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock.

  “No more asking permission, remember?”

  His eyes darkened at that, his growl low in his throat as I licked along his length. He took over, pushing past my lips and down my throat.

  I swallowed him down, but the bulbous head of his cock was forced further by Brandon's strokes. For a moment, I felt fear, that something so big and foreign was being pushed somewhere it’d never been before. Well, not that far down. But as my throat convulsed around Hawk’s cock, struggling to admit or reject him, my cunt did the same.

  “Fuck, so fucking tight,” Brandon gasped, hammering into me. His thumb rubbed rhythmically against my clit.

  “Get her there. I can’t take much more of this,” Hawk said.

  In theory, I was in a position of vulnerability. Laid out between the two men, one on each end, I was caught on the spike of each of them and at the mercy of their thrusts. But I felt the shake in Hawk’s thigh as he moved, felt his fingers digging into my shoulders as he fought to moderate his movements. I heard the rasp of Brandon’s voice, the increasingly spasmodic hitch of hips as he pounded himself into me. I wasn’t being fucked, I was taking them into me, absorbing all that they were and all that they gave me, and my body came alive.

  “Fuck, what is that?” Brandon asked, slowing momentarily, but I moved my hips, curled my leg around his, and forced him on.

  “She’s glowing.”

  And they were coming. I moved between them, the link that bound us all together. My cunt, my throat, all flexing in time with their movements. I tugged them along, I could feel it—that final swelling, as a man’s cock goes super hard, just before orgasm. And their pleasure was my pleasure. I rode my own hurtling ascent to orgasm along with theirs, feeling the desperation with which they tried to hold off but lured closer and closer by the undulations of my body.

  Hawk yanked his cock from my mouth, and I had a front-row seat to watching it throb with anticipation, his jaw flexing as he fought for control.

  “Here, now,” Brandon snarled, jerking my attention back. “Come, Jules.”

  I was about to yell something at him, tell him my body didn’t operate on his timetable. But then he shifted his angle, his thumb rubbing over my clit, faster and faster. Hawk’s fingers cruelly tightened around my nipples, and my whole body stiffened as the pressure rose and rose.

  “Fuck!” Brandon collapsed on top of me as we came, the glow of my body contagious as we both pulsed together. The pleasure I felt was less physical and more this huge diaphanous cloud that spread out and out, until it filled the room. A terrible rightness settled over me, an echo of the feeling of completion I’d felt when bonding Slade and Finn. In the darkness of my mind, Brandon’s Tirian rested his head on the shoulder of mine, grey on grey.

  “You sure now’s not the right time?” I asked him as it felt like we hovered outside our bodies, clouds of sensation somehow tied to each other.

  “No, never sure. Especially now.” I dimly felt his lips on mine. “Maybe I just want to enjoy this, be your lover rather than your mate for a bit longer.”

  What burned inside my chest, it was fierce but undemanding. It needed Brandon to be a part of it but felt his coming was as inevitable as the sun, so there was no pain, no anguish at his words. “I love you,” I said. They were superfluous, we floated right now in the bond we shared, lit from within by that love. But somehow, I needed it to be out there. I saw the glow in Brandon’s chest flare brighter for a moment, and knew I was right to say it.

  “And I, you. Always, always, always, love. I am yours.”

  We both turned when I felt Hawk’s hand on my hip.

  “Look at him,” Brandon rasped. “It’s like he’s seen the face of the Great Wolf herself.”

  “The Great Wolf makes him hard?” I reached down to stroke his length.

  “No, not this time,” Hawk said, pushing my hand away. “Gonna take everything I have not to spurt like a cub after three strokes.

  I wrapped my hands around his neck, liking the feel of the thick muscle there. My lips went to his automatically. I drowned for a moment in the taste of mint and nicotine. He pulled me close, kisses fanning over my jaw. “I want to be inside you so badly.”

  I felt languid and soft now, Brandon pulling me back so my head rested in his lap. He toyed with my breasts gently, just enough to turn the sweet burn in me into something a little sharper.

  “It doesn’t matter if it's long or short. There’ll be more times, if you want them. Fuck me, Hawk. Any way you want.”

  Brandon growled at this, but Hawk surged forward. My mouth went open as I felt the big blunt head of his dick connect with my wetness. He glanced down for a second, seeming to want to watch every second as he coated himself. I reached down, separating my folds so he could see every inch.

  “So fucking beautiful, Jules.”

  “You want to watch it? The moment you spread me wide, my cunt struggling to stretch around your cock.”

  “Jules, fuck...”

  My brow creased, and I squirmed a little as his cock grazed my clit. A second ago, I’d been perfectly satisfied, now desire came rushing back.

  “I want you in me, Hawk. Your cock is so thick. I’m gonna feel every fucking inch.”

  “I’m trying to hold back here,” he grated.

  “Don’t.” The glow in my chest brightened, triggering an answering one in him. His eyes jerked down as he saw the lines of the wolves on his chest light up, as if they would start to run in real life, off and beyond his chest. “Take what you need from me.”

  He paused for a second, his eyes staring into mine. Brandon’s hand smoothed my hair back so I had nowhere to hide. Hawk didn’t look away as he moved, teasing me initially with tiny, stabbing thrusts that dipped momentarily inside me before pulling back. He waited until I was starting to claw at the bed in frustration before smiling, stopping where he was, then sinking deeper. Our groans came in tandem, followed by a startled laugh. I watched the smile fade as his hand reached out for my cheek, and he pushed himself in deeper.

  “Oh fuck,” I said, my head rolling backwards. Brandon smiled down at me.

  “Feeling full?”

  “So much.”

  “Good?” I nodded briefly. “I want to lick your clit while he fucks you.” I whimpered in response, Hawk swearing as I tightened around him. Brandon turned to him and said, “You going to have an issue with my head that close to your cock?”

  “Put it wherever you like.”

  Something flared inside me. Inside my mind’s eye, I saw the two of them, dark and darker, twined around each other. I didn’t get that but Hawk pulled back, gently placing a hand on Brandon’s skull and pushing him down between us.

  “Oh god...” I moaned. Brandon’s tongue was slick and mobile, lashing my clit, making me ache deep inside. Then, Hawk moved.

  On a very rare occasion, sex feels so damn good you can’t lie still, but you can think of no sensible way to contribute to the proceedin
gs. Hands clamped down on me everywhere, holding me down and not letting me wriggle away or closer. Brandon’s lips fastened around my clit, sucking harder, Hawk thrust deeper and I just had to lie there and feel.

  I closed my eyes and surrendered. I was the suck of my cunt around Hawk’s cock, the deep aching spot the big head dragged across. I was the pinching tightness of my nipples, the dull throbbing of my clit. I was pleasure. But I was more. I didn’t need to open my eyes, listen to the gasps from the guys to know the light was growing brighter. I could feel it inside me. Something expansive and unfettered, completely beyond the cramped, griping constraints of day to day existence. My irritation and anger with Sylvan was shed, my concerns about the guys, my need to mate with Brandon, it all fell away. He was marked by me indelibly, as I was by him, as were all the guys, even Shaun. He hurt as he now worked as hard as possible to sever that connection, with alcohol, with anger at me, with whatever he could, because he wondered if he’d ever find someone with which to share what my pack shared. Because that’s what they were. In my mind’s eye, I saw the same dark plain lit dimly by the setting black sun, and all of them were there.

  Finn, bright as a star. Brandon and Slade, jockeying for position and nipping at each other’s faces. Aaron, huge, a darker grey and regarding me from the shadows with a quiet confidence. Hawk and Jack, exactly as they were drawn on their chests, circling each other. For a moment, I could see why this whole society was centred around the mating and creating of packs. I felt every single one of them singing in my blood, as they did me. They could feel the pleasure the three of us wrought, adding and augmenting it as their minds melded with ours, colouring it with the spikes of their surprise, the surge of their desire coating my tongue. I howled to them—part greeting, part challenge—and then began to run.

  They followed, hot on my heels. We all ran with one mind, racing towards the setting sun, the wind in my fur, their scents in my nose, with the sheer animal pleasure that comes from moving your body. I felt it build as they chased me down, the sensations within my human body. Hawk was so hard and big and brutal that I felt something unfurl, loose and languid in response. I was coming, soon, I could feel the impetus to run faster and farther, the black sun dropping lower and lower. I put on speed, paws slamming into the earth, haunches bunching and springing. The land flew past, trees, rocks, dirt, all given no more than a cursory glance. I didn’t stop this time, when I reached the edge of the black lake. The water could have been shallow or as bottomless as the ocean, I didn’t care. I leapt, and I felt the guys leap with me, every single one of them. We soared through the air, spurred by inhuman strength and something else, besides. The great black orb grew larger and larger, filling my field of vision, my world, until there was nothing else but it. Then I bit the sun.

  Light exploded around us. I couldn’t see, my eyes screwed firmly tight, but the echoes of the blast shone through the thin membranes. I was screaming, that I was dimly aware of, but it didn’t matter.

  What came next is difficult to describe. There was light, but that wasn’t relevant. That airy feeling, of floating to nothingness, was there as well, but it wasn’t in any way uncomfortable. I was everything and nothing, where I started and the men ended couldn’t be determined. For a length of time I could not gauge, I just rolled within it—the feeling and flavour of each and every one of them. Jack was sharp, slightly resistant to our melding, where Hawk rushed in and swamped me with all he was. He was rich and glorious, like coffee on the tongue, full of hidden depths I could spend a lifetime trying to plumb. Aaron was like earth, solid, reassuring, containing an endless strength. He didn’t need to strive, thrust himself forward, do anything but what he wished. He had a big heart full of love, and it was there for the taking, if you had the wit to see it. Slade was wild and free and unfettered, tugging me hither and thither, tumbling me in hilarious swooping motions of joy. Brandon was deep, like the ocean, with a deceptively smooth surface, but all sorts of things—including monsters—swam in those depths. And Finn. Finn was the enduring strength of a redwood, growing and weathering a thousand things and remaining resolute. I was held, that I knew, safe and enclosed within the circle of them all, even if Jack might balk slightly at the experience.

  When her eyes opened, I saw the source of the light. Great golden eyes regarded me, big as a house, the details of her white fur slowly coming into view. The Great Wolf stared down at me, because what else could she be?

  You will free us, she said, and for a moment, I just hung there, looking into the eyes of a wolf capable of swallowing the world. The part of my brain that could decode the words was firmly offline in the face of her, the Great Wolf. She was too big, and not just in size. She concealed a millennia, a universe within her form, and my poor little human brain struggled to come to grips with her. She sighed and then shivered, resolving into a much smaller white Tirian.

  You will free us, she said again, and I blinked.

  I looked around, trying to find some kind of indication in the overwhelming whiteness we hovered within of what she spoke of, but found nothing. It was all just endless featureless light.

  Trust in your pack. They materialised around me in Tirian form at her words. There is strength in your number. Together, you are enough.

  I frowned at that, having no idea what the hell that meant, but didn’t get a chance to answer. The empty space around us rapidly began to darken, all of us glancing about as a black spot formed under our feet, bleeding outwards, farther and farther.

  When I glanced at the Great Wolf, she shifted on her paws, then whined. He comes, I must run. You must free us.

  And then she was off, streaking off into the distance like a shooting star. I didn’t get to track her flight, the guys’ whines drawing my attention back. Underneath us, the black hole resolved itself, huge white fangs ringing the darkness as jaws the size of a housing block slowly surged up, open and ready to snap. I couldn’t move, couldn’t go back to my own body, couldn’t look away from the gleaming red eyes that took us all in. It grew closer and closer, swallowing all of the light, the terror spiking through me as it came, until the jaws closed shut.

  I jerked from where I lay on the bed. For a moment, the tight bands around me felt like the prick of the Black Wolf’s fangs, and my body struggled to get free, my heart thundering in my chest.

  “Jules,” someone said as the fangs grew tighter.

  I’m in his grip! my brain screamed hysterically as I thrashed.

  “Jules, Jules, it’s OK.”

  When my eyes snapped open, I saw I lay on the bed, Hawk and Brandon holding me between them. With an audience, it appeared. Aaron, Finn, and Slade stood at the foot, looking wide-eyed and shell-shocked, and Jack was behind Hawk with a face like a thundercloud.

  “Alright, I’ve just come in my pants, and by the smell of it, so have the rest of you,” Slade said, looking around the room. “Anyone wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?”

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  I didn’t get a chance to answer straight away, as Jack marched over and hauled a dazed-looking Hawk to his feet. He stopped for a second, shooting me a scathing look before stomping out of the room, Hawk in tow.

  The rest of the guys, their eyes were solely directed at me, waiting, waiting for me to explain.

  “Short answer is, I don’t know,” I said, rolling to my feet and pulling on Brandon’s shirt. When I turned around, he smiled, noting my surreptitious breathing in of his scent.

  “I’ll have the long answer now, if it’s all the same,” Slade said.

  “Sylvan showed all of us a vision, of the black wolves, the Volken. They’re planning an invasion. Sylvan says that the Volken’s fertility has been affected by us.” The men’s frowns grew deeper as I explained what we’d seen in the vision.

  “That’s why we’re here, they’re circling the wagons,” Finn said.

  “And planning to close the gate. Finn, your dads...” I said.

  His eyes narrowed, staring down at the carpet, his fists
beginning to ball.

  “We assumed they’d set up a new settlement somewhere, a new life,” Finn said. His laugh when it came was harsh. “You’re saying instead, these...Volken, they laid in wait for them? Captured them and took them to what... produce the next generation until they die?”

  I nodded, reaching out and taking his hand. He squeezed it back, harder than I would have been capable of tolerating before the change. “And Kelly? Ophelia? What are they going to do about this?”

  “What can we do?”

  We all turned to see Ophelia standing in the doorway. No one moved a muscle except Brandon, who scrambled to pull some clothes on. She stared into Finn’s eyes, and all of a sudden, I could see the family resemblance. Both had the imperious, uncompromising look, neither willing to break the stare.

  “A town meeting is being called. I’ll need all of you there, presentable, of course. I’ll be declaring martial law and explaining the plan as it stands.”

  “I’ll need to check in with my CO,” Aaron said.

  “You’re standing down until this is resolved.” I watched Aaron stiffen, his whole body going rigid. “This is no slight on your abilities, but the intel we have is that you are best placed to serve the community by keeping Julie safe.” His eyes darted over to me, and he nodded slowly. “Now, where is Sylvan? I need to get him into some more appropriate clothes.”

  We all piled into the shower—well, all of us except for Jack and Hawk. I stood, clad only in Brandon’s shirt, watching the parade of male flesh in front of me and feeling a curious flood of emotions. There was an echo of the joy from before tugging at my chest, along with a shyness. I’d been naked before the lot of them, but not after... How would I describe what had happened? There were no words.

  “C’mon,” Brandon said, pulling the shirt over my head, and when I was naked, all eyes swivelled to me. After all that had happened, all we’d done, there was a hunger still there, and not just a sexual one. They closed around me when I stepped gingerly under the water, soapy hands working my body from feet to head, cleaning me with a sensual efficiency.