by Sam Hall
“Hawk.”
He came closer until I was boxed in by the bodies of three hot, naked men. Right now, I wanted to paw five the Great Wolf or whoever it was that put me in this situation, because damn, I was one lucky girl. I let my fingers trail down the muscular expanse of Hawk’s chest, relishing the way his stomach muscles jumped at my touch.
“This OK?” I asked both of them.
Hawk nodded quickly, his head falling back as he pushed my hand lower and closed it around his cock. He was so hard, he was throbbing.
“You can touch him any way you like,” Jack said. “Just make him feel loved.”
That’s what I needed to hear. I brought Hawk’s head down and crushed his lips with mine as my grip tightened. I felt the groan, felt Jack move behind him. I glanced up to see his lips against Hawk’s neck, then felt Brandon’s against mine. They seemed to almost echo each other as their hands moved to cover our nipples, and a lightning bolt of pleasure shot through me when Brandon’s fingers closed around them and pulled lightly. My hand moved faster as the pleasure built, until Hawk was gasping and pushing my hand away.
“On the bed,” he growled, and I went gladly, falling back onto the soft mattress. Hawk crawled over me, dropping kisses down my body. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, my chest following his up when he pulled away. “I’ve got to taste you.”
“That’s OK, I’m happy to take over here,” Brandon said, lying down beside me. “You want your nipples played with as he licks your pussy?”
I felt the prickle of Hawk’s beard on my thigh as Brandon smiled, lowering his head.
“God, yes.”
I went limp on the bed as Brandon’s lips closed around the aching point and tugged, the rhythmic pleasure-pain jerking my hips up. Hawk’s fingers dug in, forcing me to lay flat. He kissed all along my thigh, my cunt aching for that attention, but I was powerless to move. They held me down, forced me to experience everything they were doing, and I loved every damn minute of it. Something Hawk was about to endure as well.
I looked up when I heard the pop of a cap, saw Jack sporting a rakish grin and smearing lube on his fingers.
“No,” Hawk said when he reached down, his voice somewhat muffled.
“Yes, love,” Jack replied. I knew the moment Jack had pushed his fingers in, as Hawk groaned into my thigh. The subtle vibrations had my already aching cunt twitching. I wanted it all, to see Jack touch Hawk, to be the one doing it, to be the one in Hawk’s position, and the realisation we could do all of that settled something inside me. “You want to see me drive Hawk mad, don’t you?”
I nodded, completely caught up in Jack’s devilish grin. I glanced up when Brandon pulled away and saw an interesting look there, almost of recognition.
“I’ll fucking come, and I want to... I want to....”
“You’ll do everything and more. Now lick the nice lady’s pussy. Make her feel like I make you feel.”
Whatever Jack was doing was apparently incredible. All Hawk’s gentleness was now gone—he buried his face in me, sucking and licking and thrusting his tongue inside me with a kind of rabid fury that just drove me insane.
“No...” I moaned when Brandon started sucking on my breasts, alternating between sweet suckles and almost bites. It was all happening so quick, pleasure rampaging through my body. I fought their holds, my whole body twitching as they pushed me higher and higher. Then, Hawk shoved his fingers in.
“Oh fuck!” My hands clawed at the bed as he worked those two fingers in and out.
“Add another if you’re going to fuck her,” Brandon said, jerking his head up.
I was about to whinge, complain, tell him to shut the fuck up, when Hawk did. I went rigid at the sudden intrusion, the stretch taking my body a second to decide whether it was good or bad. Good, I quickly realised. Then, he curled his fingers up.
Fuck, I was coming. They moved over me, wringing every last drop of pleasure out of me, but it all just melded into some kind of mass of sensation. I felt a rush as the spasms washed through me, and when I opened my eyes, everyone stared at the glow in my chest.
“Please,” I said. “I need you.”
Hawk nodded, Jack scrambling onto the bed, cock in hand. “I wanna see your pussy stretched around his dick so badly,” he said, stroking his. His eyes went wide when I replaced it with mine, the muscles in his abdomen flexing as I stroked.
“Go slow. Be careful,” Brandon said.
“Brandon...” I had been about to tell him to back off. Sometimes, it felt like we were all just sex dolls that he wanted to rearrange to have safe, safe sex. I rolled my head back as Hawk moved between my thighs and looked up into those grey eyes. “You want to make sure I’m OK.”
“Always, love. There’s so much going on and so many moving parts....”
I took my hand in his, his voice trailing away.
“You’ll take things slow, won’t you, Hawk? You’re going to take your time working that fat cock up inside me?”
“Right up until you can take every inch,” he replied.
“That cool?”
I saw it then, a flash of gratitude that made me wonder how the fuck Brandon was going to cope when we went through the gate, but he grabbed my hand and then spoke to Jack.
“Stroke her clit while he’s doing it. She’ll enjoy it so much more.”
Hawk took some of the lube from Jack and worked it on his cock, smiling when he saw my rapt inspection. I imagined his hand slowed down to make it a show of it, but pretty quickly, he was between my legs. God, my head fell back as I felt that big blunt crown rubbing against me.
“Oh, God...”
He was gentle, but that didn’t lessen the impact of the intrusion. Brandon was right, this was a bit more than I was used to first up, and I felt the stretch. But he only moved forward in a series of small, rocking motions, the head of his cock dragging hard against my front wall and creating a deep burning ache inside me.
“Fuck, look at you inside her,” Jack said. His dick pulsed in my hand, but it was almost forgotten. His eyes took in every flex of Hawk’s hips, every shift of mine, his eyes scanning, scanning, until he grabbed Hawk’s face and thrust his tongue down his throat.
Fuuuck... I watched every moment of the kiss, loving the way those strong muscular hands clasped Hawk’s head, the hard grind of their lips together.
“It’s hot, isn’t it?” Brandon asked. My head jerked back, but he smiled. “It’s a privilege, to see two people who love each other so much kiss like that.”
“What about you?” I went to reach for him, but he shook his head, circling my nipple with the tip of his finger.
“Not yet. It’s not time.”
“Not time? You’re always saying shit like that. How do you know when is the right time?”
I didn’t get an answer, as Hawk surged forward and my mouth fell open. They were a well-coordinated team—Jack stroking my clit and keeping an intense simmering pleasure going there as Hawk moved deeper and deeper. Both grinned like little boys at the panting sounds of pleasure I was making, ones that only got louder when they leaned over and kissed again. By the time Hawk had buried himself, I was gone. My brain was offline, and I could no longer process the massive overload of sensation. Then, he began to move, and I was lost. The room, the guys, everything dropped away until it was just this driving sensation, in and out of me, over and over. And my body welcomed it. It surrendered, opened to this external force, and then just as our wolves had joined each other in the run, we moved as one. Was Hawk fucking me, or was I rocking him? It didn’t matter. We were one in that moment, the other parts of ourselves adjuncts, drawing us along, all of us, moving, moving.
“Fuck, Jules. I’m gonna come. You’re so fucking tight.”
I pulled him down on top of me, so that we almost slithered together rather than fucked. My nails dug into his shoulders, my jaws opening, the venom burning in my mouth.
“Jules!” Brandon’s, Jack’s voices were one warning growl. I balke
d at it, feeling Hawk growing harder and harder. I rolled us on the bed, his eyes going wide as I took the dominant position. I rode him like my Tirian ran, long galloping strokes, faster and faster, until something swelled hard inside me.
I was flung off a cliff, my arms flailing in the air as orgasm hit. Hawk shouted as I milked every last drop out of him, pleasure shimmering through me from head to toes. After an interminable pause, I dropped down on top of him, his lips fitting mine like a key in a lock.
Finally, he stroked my hair back from my face, a blissed-out look on his. “Jack?”
I nodded, pulling free of him with a little wince that Brandon noted, but I fell on Jack, shoving him down on the bed and grabbing his cock before lining him up.
“Yes, love,” he hissed as I eased him in. “God, you feel so fucking good.” I stared down at him, watching every little shift in expression as I moved. He grabbed my hips, thrusting up into me as I slid down, and we developed a rollicking rhythm. This was an oddly vulnerable moment right now. I felt the pleasure of his body connecting with mine, but that was secondary to the ache in my chest. The last time we fucked had been a vicious thing, but now I could see the Jack Hawk loved. He was so expressive, his mobile face shifting and his mouth yammering out some kind of stream of consciousness rubbish that made sense to no one but him. He rolled me over as our strokes grew faster, my legs going around his waist. He loomed over me as he rested on his forearms, blotting out all of the artificial light and replacing it with his own.
“Jack...” I said as the glow began. It started from his centre, spreading out to limn his tattoo and then wash through his hair. He was radiant, bright enough to hurt my eyes to look at, but I couldn’t look away. He kissed me, my name mumbled against my lips, the frantic tension in our bodies pulling tighter and tighter.
When we came, my arms wrapped around him, as if he needed sheltering from the fallout. We were one body, twitching and jerking, struck by the beautiful lightning we’d been able to conjure. When he finally dropped to the bed, gasping for breath, the light inside him did not dim. He looked like a fallen god, and Hawk—his dutiful worshipper—collected him up in his arms and kissed him.
“Stay with me,” Brandon said as he took Jack’s place. When our bodies joined there was a weight to it, like things long awaited had finally fallen into place. Jack and Hawk moved to either side of us, stroking my body and leaving trails of bright light in their hands’ wake. “Stay with me,” he said again when my eyes threatened to close, as my back began to arch. “Stay here, my beautiful mate. Just here.”
I could confidently say this was the most intimate sex I’d ever had. He stared into my eyes, and I got lost in their soft grey depths. What we did, how we moved, wasn’t relevant. He asked me to stay with him, and I did. It was Brandon, and he was now my mate, and this was our first time together as mates. “Here it comes,” he said, and I frowned. What did he mean? Oh, it was just the glow growing brighter again. “That’s it, Jules. Now reach for it.”
Reach for what? My hands were on his ribs and unable to be moved, glued there somehow by a thrumming energy. I felt a gentle prickle of fear, but he said, “It’s OK, Jules. I’ve got you, now reach for it.”
I pulled my hands away from him, the effort forcing them down on Jack and Hawk. When my palms hit their skin, it was as if a circuit had been completed. All of us glowed, brighter and brighter, but with it came a rushing sound. The door slammed open—I was dimly aware of that—and when someone reached for us, I couldn’t make out who for the blinding light, then it all dropped away.
I hovered in an empty white space. There was no ground, no sky, no horizon to give any indication of where I was. Then, Brandon shifted. He held me completely curled up against his chest, his cheek resting on the top of my head, arms wrapped around me tightly.
“Don’t hate me,” he said.
The white place seemed to somehow swallow the words, like they came out flat and died away promptly.
“What?”
“Don’t hate me for what’s to come. I tried, Jules. I tried so fucking hard to avoid all of this. To find a way to save the guys, to stop the Great Wolf. Every fucking step I took just changed everything, until I couldn’t do anything but follow my heart.”
“What are you talking about?” I said, shifting now, but he wouldn’t let me go. A small tendril of fear wrapped itself around my heart. I was stronger than him, than all the men. I pushed harder, but his body was a wall around me.
“I’ve loved you forever. Before I even knew what it was, before you came to Sanctuary, from the very first breath I took, I’ve loved you. Tell me you’ll remember that.”
I stopped fighting, and he allowed me to move until I was able to look at him. His eyes shone bright green, an odd change from his usual calming grey.
“Brandon, Jules?”
Our heads jerked up to see Finn, Aaron, and Slade before the bed. For a second, Brandon’s eyes glowed as intensely as a Tirian’s before it, and the whiteness, faded away to reveal the room and us, lying on the bed in the exact same position.
“OK, what the fuck was that?” Slade said.
Everyone else just looked around, dazed.
“Brandon?” There was a knock on the door along with a muffled request that had him rolling free and pulling a pair of jeans on.
“Finn, you’re going to get your wish,” he replied. “Aaron, you’ll have everything you want, but we need to get dressed and in the dining room in five. I’ll get Sylvan.”
“Brandon…” My voice trailed off as he opened the door a crack and slipped through. I could hear the sound of a conversation, but not the words, and even that faded away.
I pulled on a shirt with wobbly hands, and Aaron came over and stilled mine, before doing it up neatly. I nodded my thanks.
“Do we do as he says?” I said, my hand on the door.
“He’s always been a fey one, has our Doc, but he’s never steered us wrong,” Slade said with a shrug.
I nodded and then opened the door.
They were waiting for us at the dining room table, Ophelia sitting at the head, Sylvan and Brandon on either side of her. Sylvan looked quietly pleased, but Brandon’s fingers worried the tablecloth, his eyes staring sightlessly. “Come and sit,” she said. “You must be very confused.”
We obeyed her, as everyone seemed wont to do, and she waited until we were seated before beginning.
“Firstly, like Brandon, I wish to apologise, for so many things. If there was another way…” She sighed. “I relinquished my position as alpha when I first found out about the Volken, and I have taken it back because I know what has to be done. Finn, you will be going through the gate to save the men, including your fathers. Aaron, you will have trained men under you and supplies. Thanks to Brandon, we knew some of this was coming, just not the attack. We have been creating caches near the mine site for some time. Julie, congratulations on forming your pack. I felt the bond as soon as you made it formally, and I couldn’t be more pleased. But this is not what you want from me.”
I stared at the three of them, unable to think of a single word to utter.
“Sylvan is the Volken’s seer. The visions that plagued him are what led him here, what resulted in him marking Julie. Brandon is ours. This is customarily a female position. The other matriarchs believe we are waiting for one of our girls to display the requisite talent. There were a few that noted Brandon’s talents when he was very young, but thankfully, his mother contacted me, and we were able to mask his abilities. While they tend not to agree on how, the objective is clear—for both of our peoples to flourish, we need to release the Great Wolves and bring the balance. The line must remain unbroken for us to survive.”
“May the line remain unbroken,” the two men said dutifully.
“What the fuck?” I said, settling back in my chair. “What the actual fuck?”
“Jules…” Brandon said, his eyes coming alive now, but that wasn’t fair. That such familiar eyes would be scou
red with pain, begging me for understanding right when I couldn’t. I switched back to Ophelia, more comfortable with venting my spleen at her.
“You’ve known about all of this? The bite? My infection? My near fucking dying?” My voice was going all shrill and crazy lady like, but I had no other option. There was no rational way to process this.
“I did talk to Kelly and Doctor Hobbes about just this. I tried to warn them,” she replied. She seemed visibly upset by it all, but how could she be? She knew.
“And you?” I said to Sylvan. “What do we need you for if we have our own seer?”
“I see what he cannot, but there will be a seer on both sides, no matter what. Better one that is prepared to ally with you, yes?” Sylvan said.
I fell silent, staring at the pattern on the tablecloth. I didn’t have anything left in me. My brain, my heart, had been on the most epic rollercoaster since I’d bitten Slade, and now it flatlined. The guys asked questions—some getting quite heated, if the sound level was an indicator—but I just traced the jacquard arabesques with my finger, over and over.
Then, I felt a nudge at my hand. Buddy sat by my chair, tail wagging and looking up at me with those ice blue eyes. Again, he shoved his muzzle under my hand when I didn’t respond, so I reached over and rubbed one of those velvety ears. I was a bad dog owner. Finn was the one who took him for walks now, and one of us made sure he was fed. We kinda crowd sourced his care between us, and he would amble off outside the yard if he couldn’t get what he needed. Yet here he was, sitting there and looking like I was the centre of his universe, when he had to know he wasn’t the centre of mine anymore.
You are his pack.
It wasn’t my Tirian speaking, it was just me. I looked around the table, saw all my men speaking animatedly, even Hawk. All except for Brandon. He just watched me.
Did you mean to hurt us? I thought.
