Bound By Her Scent (A BBW Shifter Romance): Twin Canyon Shifters (2 page)

“I’m gonna make this short and sweet,” Gerrick declared. “Miss Benson is off limits. No one touches her, no one talks to her. She is not to be harmed or frightened in any way. She agreed to participate in this demonstration for the sake of our pack’s survival. She is a researcher, not a whore. She will be treated with respect.” Gerrick pinned Theo — the youngest and most unpredictable of the group — with a steely stare. “Don’t fuck this up.”

All four men nodded in understanding.

“Good, then I’ll leave you to it,” Gerrick stated, dismissing them from the office space.

“You won’t be joining us?” one of the males asked, concerned.

Gerrick’s features hardened and he shook his head, “I have no reason to attend. I will never need a human for sex.”

The men exchange worried glances. Several other alphas had also refused to attend the demonstration, but those men were often away from the pack with occasional access to shifter females. That was not the case for Gerrick. The leader of the Twin Canyon pack was a force to be reckoned with on a good day. The thought of Gerrick sexually frustrated for weeks or months on end frightened even the most dangerous enforcer. However, the men knew better than to question Gerrick’s authority.

They would attend today’s demonstration without the remaining alphas. If needed, hopefully another session could be arranged in the future; a wolf pack riddled with sexually frustrated males would only spell disaster.

*****

Ally found herself relaxing slightly. The demonstration was almost complete. She’d finished the theory and explanation portion of the lesson and had moved on to physical instruction. At first, she was self-conscious undressing in front of the physically perfect shifter males, but she found that closing her eyes helped ease her nerves.

She’d removed her silk robe and lace bra, leaving her dressed in only a thin pair of matching lace underwear. She spent several minutes demonstrating how to stimulate a woman’s breasts. She fondled and squeezed her twin peaks with just enough pressure for the men to learn the difference between pleasure and pain. Aside from a few grunts and groans there was very little reaction from the wolves in attendance. Encouraged, Ally decided to move on to the final portion of the demonstration.

She wanted to get this over with, but she knew how important it was for the wolves to recognize the scent of a female orgasm. Ally would need to climax before this could be done.

She willed her body to remain relaxed as she trailed her fingers along her waist, skimming the top of her bare sex. She took her time, teasing and stroking ensuring her pussy was wet enough for the wolves to see and smell. She circled her clit several times, coating it with her moisture and grinding her hips against the couch in anticipation of her orgasm. With a long contented moan, she slipped her middle finger into her slick pussy, causing her muscles to contract. A wave of wetness coated her probing digit.

“Oh god,” she whispered quietly. It might as well have been a shout to the keenly sensitive ear of a wolf shifter.

Without warning, there was a loud commotion near the back of the room, startling Ally. She heard muffled curses along with splintering wood and animalistic growls. Ally was frozen in place, too frightened to will her eyes open.

A desperate gravelly male voice pleaded, “Fuck, I need it. I can fucking smell her. I need to taste her. I…” The rest of the man’s words were cut off by grunts and what Ally could only assume was the sound of breaking bones.

Her eyes shot open, concern for Ryker evident in her expression. It took a few seconds for her vision to adjust to the bright light streaming through the room’s tall windows. Once she’d focused, Ally couldn’t believe her eyes.

Splintered wood from two broken chairs littered the floor at her feet. Three enforcers stood in front of her, guarding her. Sam and Hotdog had their backs towards her, their arms spread wide, holding back several men who seemed intent on approaching her. The men were bleeding, their shirts torn open and their breathing erratic.

“Oh, my god!” Ally squealed, sinking back into the cushions of the seat.

“Fuck! Don’t move, woman!” Ryker shouted at her. “It will only make them worse.”

His aggressive order shocked her, but she heeded his command and remained perfectly still.

Theo, the other Enforcer, was not with Sam and Hotdog; instead, he was desperately struggling against Ryker to reach Ally. Ryker held Theo back, his muscles straining against the cotton material of his black t-shirt. The young copper-haired shifter growled and grunted at Ryker, pushing against his chest, but Ryker didn’t budge. Ally could tell by Ryker’s profile that he was furious. He swung his enormous fist wide, connecting with Theo’s jaw. She heard a loud crack and then watched as the younger enforcer crumpled to the ground. When he struggled to stand, Ryker leaned over him, growling and displaying his fangs. It was enough to keep the man where he lay.

*****

It was her scent. It was so clean, so pure, that every man in the room responded instinctively. Ryker never imagined her sent would become more potent; however, when she was fully aroused, the smell of her concentrated desire descended around them like sweet pollen. It beckoned the animal in all of them.

When the men were finally calmed, Ryker commanded their attention. “No one touches her,” Ryker growled, pinning Theo with an angry glare.

Theo whined, “But Gerrick said with her permission we could…” The rest of his sentence was stifled by Ryker’s large hand on his throat.

Ryker lifted the redheaded wolf off the floor. “No one fucking touches her! Understand?” He rasped displaying his fangs once again.

“Ryker…” Hotdog intervened, trying to calm his friend—but Ryker wouldn’t be placated.

He dropped the younger shifter with an angry shove and spun around to glare at Hotdog. “No one fucking touches her—ever,” Ryker demanded.

“Ever?” Hotdog questioned in concern. “You don’t mean… you can’t mean… but she’s human,” the shifter stated in disbelief.

Sam moved cautiously towards Ryker, placing a light hand on his friend’s shoulder. “How long have you known, Ryker?”

“Almost a year,” Ryker admitted looking at his friend, defeated.

“Aw, fuck!” Both Hotdog and Theo cursed at once. It was clear to every male in the room that Ryker had found a mate. Whether or not he chose to claim her, he had effectively declared Ally off limits. As such, the demonstration would have to end. There was no way a wolf could tolerate his mate pleasuring herself for another man, much less eight alpha wolves.

Sam addressed the group; “Well you heard the man, show’s over. Get your asses out.”

“No!” Ryker declared firmly, stopping their retreat. “We’re finishing this.” He looked at Ally. “You are going to finish this, right?”

It was a question, but he clearly intended it as a command.

Ally nodded.

“Ryker, you can’t be serious,” Sam choked out, clearly shocked. It would be the ultimate test of Ryker’s control if he allowed his mate to continue with the demonstration.

“There’s no choice, the pack needs this,” Ryker stated. “Just make sure you and Hotdog keep the men away from her and we’ll be fine.”

Sam knew Ryker was right, but he was still concerned. “We’ll make sure they stay away,” he promised, “but who’s going to keep you away from her?” Sam asked knowing his friend had to be suffering.

“I have my wolf in check. Just control the others, especially Theo,” Ryker ordered.

With the men now back in position, Ryker turned his attention to Ally, who sat mostly naked and stone-still, on the large armchair.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concerned.

“Y-yes.”

“I need you to finish this.”

She nodded.

“You’re going to have to do as I say,” he cautioned. “It’s the only way I can keep you safe.”

Ally looked so innocent at that moment, Ryker was tempted to call the whole thing off. He could smell her apprehension and her fear, yet she agreed to continue. He was so damned proud of her. She was the
sexiest, smartest, bravest woman he’d ever met and he’d do whatever it took to help her get through this.

“You’re going to keep your eyes open, Ally. You’re going to focus on me and only me when you’re finding your pleasure. If you need to speak, then speak to me; if you need to moan, then moan for me. If you’re going to scream, it’s my name that you’ll scream. Understand?”

“Yes.”

He surveyed her body, not knowing how he’d survive the rest of her lesson. Her black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a curtain of silk, ending just before the darkened nipples of her full round breasts. Ryker wanted to spend hours nipping and sucking those honeyed peaks. His gaze travelled across her stomach to the bare triangle of her sex. It glistened with moisture and Ryker had to fight the urge
to devour her with his tongue. Her long legs trembled under his perusal and he wanted to feel them wrapped around him while he plunged his cock into her.

He forced himself to tear his gaze from her body and focus on her eyes. Their thick dark lashes were a stark contrast to her light golden-brown eyes. Flecks of amber firelight glittere
d from them, beckoning Ryker’s wolf. Her perfect white teeth nibbled on her generous bottom lip nervously.
Damn, I want to feel those lips wrapped around me.

Ryker sat gingerly down on the matching ottoman just a few feet in front of Ally. His cock was painfully hard, and the pressure of it against his fly was excruciating. Still, he managed to control himself.

“If I should touch you — which I vowed I wouldn’t — then for god sakes don’t fight me. It will only make it worse,” he warned her.

Ryker looked back at Sam. “Ready?” he asked.

“Fuck,”
the other wolf swore under his breath, but nodded.

Ryker glared at Theo in warning before turning back to Ally.

“I believe we were just about to find out if your pussy was wet,” he encouraged. “I can smell your arousal from here, Ally.”

His gaze focused on her dampened panties. “Why don’t you take them off and place your legs here?” he asked, tapping the fabric covered armrests of the large chair in which she sat. “That way the men can get a better view of that pretty little pussy.”

She did as he requested, blushing to the roots of her hair as she hooked her legs over the arms of the chair. She was totally open for his perusal. Her bare mound was slick and shiny and the scent of her surrounded Ryker. His claws extended, digging into the material of the seat beneath him. He wanted to bury his face between her legs and lick her until he swallowed every last drop of her cream, before bending her back over her chair and fucking her so hard she’d need him to carry her from the room.

He watched as she closed her eyes again and her hand slipped past her hip, towards her exposed center. When she reached her goal, she used her middle finger to explore the folds and crevices of her delicate pussy.

“You’re wet aren’t you?” Ryker asked.

Ally knew there was no way he could miss the sticky moisture coating her. He was asking for the benefit of the others, and the sound of his husky request brought Ally close to the edge. She could feel her muscles contracting around her finger.

“Yes, I-I’m wet,” she admitted.

“Tell the men what you need, Ally. What do you need to make you come?”

Your cock inside me,
she wanted to reply.

“I need to rub my clit,” she admitted.

“Then show me, Ally. Show us.”

She rubbed her clit in fast rough circles, building her pleasure while demonstrating for the wolves the technique required to bring a woman to orgasm. She moaned erotically as the rapid friction pushed her to the edge of fulfilment.

Ally barely heard the grunts and groans of the men around her. She was too focused on her own pleasure.

“Fuck! Fuck!” She recognized the voice cursing in the distance as Theo.

“Take care of it, now!” Ryker commanded angrily.

Ally was startled by his aggressive tone and immediately opened her eyes.

It took a brief glance around the room for Ally to realize Ryker wasn’t speaking to her. He was glaring at the wolves behind him. Five of them had their hardened cocks exposed and were roughly fisting them up and down as they watched Ally. Her mouth gaped open in surprise. However, they didn’t seem fazed in the least, judging by their need for release. Unable to tear her gaze away, she compared them.

Their cocks were massive, much larger than she’d ever seen on a human male. Not only were they longer, they were thicker too. The tip of the head was broad, more curved, and appeared firmer than that of an average man. It was clear a wolf’s shaft was designed for force. Their cocks would impale and dominate their mates. The thought of Ryker’s cock dominating her aroused Ally. She couldn’t stop a quiet moan from escaping her lips.

Ryker turned his attention back to her. “Eyes on me Ally,” he commanded roughly.

Her eyes connected with his for an instant and then Ally spared a glance at the front of his pants. Ryker’s cock was hard and threatening to rip free of the denim confining it. She wished she could watch him stroke it like the others. She looked back up at him, silently pleading with her eyes.