Collared by Wolves [The Haunt of the Wolves 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (14 page)

Her eyes went round. “So why do you do it then?”

Ford pressed a knuckle under her chin to make her look at him again. “Why do you? Why did you come back to the club, sweetheart?”

She swallowed nervously and shrugged. “I came back because it excited me, stimulated me more than anything else I’ve done in life.”

They looked at each other nodding. “Yep, same with us,” declared Callum.

However, instead of the expected smile Tasha was frowning.

“Was there something else bothering you?”

“W–would it be with
all
of you?”

He smiled softly, finally getting to the crux of her fears. “Yes, all of us.”

“And
him
. What about him?”

Ford’s smile faded. She meant Griff, clearly. The time had come, and he looked over her head at his other betas. A questioning look went between all of them. Callum was the first to nod to him. Max just smiled his acceptance. If Griff managed to get free of the pack chasing him, they would bow to him.

“He is an alpha. If he is still alive and you stay with us, he comes first.”

“If he is still alive?” She jumped in his arms, and Ford had to hold her still, his words clearly reminding her of the events of the evening.

“I hope he is. He sacrificed a lot to get you out of there.” Ford swallowed in fear, aware of the danger Griff was in and how much they owed him. He closed his arms around Tasha’s body, holding her tightly against him, needing the feel of her soft body against his to recall why they had risked their lives earlier. “And to keep us three safe.”

It was a moment of epiphany. He knew he had found his alpha, the one to whom he could yield his leadership. If only Griff were still alive. But the question now was whether Tasha would submit to all of them, or had the events of tonight frightened her off for all time?

Oh wonderful choice.
Give up everything she had started to feel, to experience, to enjoy with the BDSM, and go back to her old humdrum lifestyle.

Or a life with four gorgeous men—half-men—all of whom she was very strongly attracted to, who she wanted to find out more about, who seemed to want her—shy, ordinary Natasha. That by itself was so enticing. But it had all happened so quickly her head was spinning. She didn’t believe she could have fallen for them after only a couple of meetings. Or could she? Or was it lust at first sight?

Natasha chuckled to herself and then sobered as she recalled what happened that evening. They often frightened her, but at the same time they had risked their lives for her. But it was also a life where people kidnapped others for their own nefarious ends.

She didn’t know why she wanted this so much, but she couldn’t deny that she wanted them too much to give it all up, despite everything that had happened. Somehow being kidnapped had eliminated many of her fears and she knew this was something she had to do, even if being with four men was beyond anything she had ever considered. When an inner voice said,
go on, take a chance
, she told the anxious men, “I’ll stay.” Her voice was quiet, but she said it with determination.

When Ford smiled at her, she felt warm and heartened. It was the smile of a man who was proud of her choice.

“Very well, little one. Know that whatever we do we have your best interests at heart. We will never hurt you. Well, only as far as you are prepared to go.”

She did know. After what they had just gone through, she knew she trusted them implicitly and nodded.

Max and Callum moved forward, and each took an arm and a leg on either side of her as she lay down. She smiled, noticing that they had spread some foliage on the hard ground to provide a bed of sorts. It didn’t feel like they were restraining her because they fondled her, kissed her, and caressed her as they did this. No, it was more like assisting, preparing. It made her aware of how it would be with all of them.

As she lay back, Ford knelt between her splayed legs and bent over her, kissing tenderly and touching her gently. His kisses followed his hands as he caressed her breasts, his tongue lapping at the hard points.

She shivered.

“All right, Tasha?”

“Oh yes.”

All three men chuckled at her dreamy response and continued their exploration of her body, the men on either side taking turns to take her lips in long, smoldering kisses, nipping at her lips as they left her mouth to tweak a nipple, stroke her skin. As Ford moved back, she moaned, not wanting him to leave her.

“I’m not going far, sweetheart. Just be aware that, although we don’t have any condoms to hand here, we don’t have any diseases. My only worry is pregnancy.”

“I’m on the pill.”

She blurted it out, but it was enough. Kneeling up, he crouched over her on all fours. Max and Callum let go of her arms and each grasped a knee on either side of her, pulling her legs further apart, opening her pussy for Ford as he guided his cock into her moist sheath.

“Oooo. That feels good.”

Ford moved very slowly, clearly making sure she was comfortable with him. She wanted more though. She wanted to close her legs around his waist, but her legs were held tightly by Ford’s fellow betas. Instead she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him flat against her, her mouth latching onto his, allowing him to plunge his tongue inside her mouth in imitation of his movement in her pussy.

As his thrusts got quicker, she felt the other guys let go of her and move back. That was enough, and she swiftly enfolded Ford’s body with her legs, gripping him tightly as her climax grew. Whenever his lunges pressed her sensitive, throbbing clit, she groaned.

When she started to buck as her orgasm hit, Ford swiftly turned on his back so that she was on top. Her surprise must have been evident because he chuckled. “You realize how unusual this is as the female bitch is usually under the male.”

She giggled and moved on him, sliding up and down. Her trembles began to abate as he groaned and gripped her thighs.

But she wasn’t prepared when Max suddenly appeared behind her and caressed her backside. She stilled. Fear pounded through her body as she remembered the awful instance when Lance had talked about penetrating her with the handle of the whip.

“Shh. It’s all right. Max is the best one for this. It’s his speciality.” Ford reassured her with soft caresses.

Max kissed her shoulder from behind. “I won’t do this now if you don’t want to. I can just caress you, get you used to it. But if you stay with us, it will happen at some point, my love.”

Natasha took a moment to take that in. Well, that made sense since there were three of them and she only had the one pussy. But after what had happened earlier, she wasn’t sure she could do that. Would they still want her if she said no?

Ford took hold of her face between his hands, turning her to look fully at him. She could only see gentleness in his face. “Don’t ever associate what Lance did to you with the life we practice. BDSM isn’t what he did. That was something entirely different.”

She knew she could trust him, trust them, but she still wasn’t entirely convinced. “But—”

“What, sweetheart?”

His tone and his endearments made it easier for her to ask, “Doesn’t
that
hurt?” It was one thing she was really worried about when she had read up on BDSM beforehand.

Max stroked her back and she shivered in response, really enjoying the touch of his hand. He kissed her cheek gently. “The rim of your ass has a lot of nerve endings, so, yes, it can hurt if someone doesn’t prepare you fully, but absolutely blissful when they do.”

She was quiet for a moment, thinking it through, and felt she should try it, at least once, for them. Then a thought came out of her mouth before she could hold it back. “But what about Callum?”

The man in question laughed and knelt at her side, taking her chin gently in his fingers. “You will suck me. Okay?”

Ducking her gaze downward, she saw his thick cock pointing horizontally toward her and flushed. “Oh. Yes.”

Max wasn’t happy though, and he swatted her backside. “Are you saying yes to anal sex, Natasha? It’s important to be clear on this.”

Anal sex. God, that sounds so clinical.
But he needed to know she was fine. The question, though, was she? She took a deep breath, and closing her eyes, she let the sensations wash over her. The feel of Ford deep inside her. The feel of Callum holding her face, his thumb rubbing her lips, dipping into her mouth, preparing her for his cock. The feel of Max caressing her puckered hole, gently, so gently, so softly that her memory of pain dissipated until she could only feel tingling, wanting.

Opening her eyes, she smiled at them, turning her head to catch the gaze of each man to show her acceptance. “Yes, I’m ready.”

“In that case, little one, bend forward.”

As she did as Max requested, Ford’s hands gripped her upper arms. He grinned at her as she came down toward him. It was a face of someone she knew she could always trust. Callum provided the strength, Max the empathy, but Ford was the bedrock of the trio.

“Hey, don’t go too far down.” Callum laughed as she turned her head and swiped a tongue at his cock, proving she could still get at him from this angle. “Excellent!”

It was her turn to giggle as she teased him, not taking him fully into her mouth until, with a growl, he took her head firmly and pressed himself against her lips. She was glad he had hold of her because she couldn’t move an arm to guide him within her mouth from her angle on Ford’s body. When Max moved in to lick her back hole, she started and Callum’s cock dropped away from her. Three sets of hands came up to settle her.

Ford chuckled. “He needs to do that. We don’t have any lube here.”

“Oh!”

As she relaxed back into her previous position and took Callum in her mouth again, she felt someone, Max she guessed, finger her clit, still sensitive from her previous orgasm.

Callum made a noise, and she glanced up as best she could trying to see his face. “Max, if you do that to her again, I’m going to come instantly. Her mouth tightened around me.”

Natasha started to pull back, afraid she’d done something wrong.

Hands held her head in place. “No, no. Don’t move.” Callum laughed. “It was great, but just be ready for my seed if it happens again.”

“Christ, Cal. You are such a lightweight,” joshed Ford, and Callum made a raspberry back at him. Their light banter eased Natasha. She hadn’t been aware of this part of their nature, the teasing, that she supposed came with being so close, but she liked it, a lot.

It certainly took her mind off what Max was doing as he rubbed the juices he had gathered from her pussy around her rim. She could feel him using the thumbs of both hands to gently prize open her rear hole before inserting a finger. It felt okay.

“Good girl. That’s it. Now another finger. You see. Keep relaxed and it’s fine.”

It really was, and she could see what he meant about nerve endings. She felt a tingling at first then a shooting sensation rushing to her clit. She instinctively pushed back, letting go of Callum’s cock as she groaned. “Oooh!”

They all laughed.

“I think we’re ready now.” Ford directed them as Max eased his cock into her ass, slowly, very slowly.

She started to tense as it felt very tight, but in that moment Ford cupped her head and brought her lips down to his, thrusting his tongue inside her. An electric shock went through her as their tongues met and tangled with each other. It was so delicious she forgot about Max until Ford let go of her, and she looked down into his laughing eyes.

“He’s in.”

Trying to look behind her, she queried with incredulity, “He is?” She was aware of Ford’s hard cock inside her. “But what about you?”

“Just because I’m on the bottom doesn’t mean I am not controlling this.” His fingers gripped her hips tightly as he lifted his butt upward pushing himself further in her pussy.

She felt the two cocks within her rubbing against each other and she swallowed nervously. It was all so erotic.
Duh! That’s exactly what it is and just what I wanted.
Natasha turned her head to Callum who was waiting patiently for her and took him in her mouth again.

Max thrust against her gently, causing her clit to rub against Ford’s hard body, pushing her mouth further onto Callum’s cock. And then again, getting faster. Lightning shot through her body, coalescing in her pussy that throbbed. This was something she surely could get used to, fast!

They all speeded up as hands gripped different parts of her body. Callum came first, his semen tasting sweeter than she expected, entirely different from Max who had been more salty. As she felt Ford spurt into her, her orgasm reached its climax and she whimpered as she shook, only vaguely aware of Max releasing his own seed inside her, completing the circle. It felt so right, for the first time in her life exactly where she belonged.

Griff stood watching.

He had arrived just a few minutes ago having led Lance’s pack on a merry chase. He knew he was fast, probably the fastest werewolf in the area, so he hadn’t been worried about outdistancing them. The problem instead had been going slow enough so that they kept on his tail to give Ford and the others a chance to escape and get to Natasha.