Espino, Stacey - Surrounded by Wolves [Wolves of Climax 1] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (8 page)

One of her few boyfriends from years ago had subjected her to anal sex with no lube, no preparation, and no patience. It had been one of her most scary, painful memories, and she swore she’d never attempt the act again. Or put up with a thoughtless jerk in her life.

But these men changed all the rules. They’d already convinced her to do things she’d never have considered before meeting them. She had three men in this bed, all aroused and focused on her. It was like being an adult-only princess, which was better than nothing. The fantasy still satisfied the little girl in her who longed for the undivided attention of warrior-like men with the stamina of a herd of bison. She half expected to wake up and find herself on that cold pallet on the floor in her own cabin, realizing she’d been having an erotic dream.

“Pinch me,” she murmured, not realizing she’d said it aloud.

“I can do better than that,” said Patrick. A moment later his big, rough hand came down on her ass cheek.
Smack!
That wasn’t what she’d expected or asked for, but it did confirm this was real. And the sting did crazy things to her clit, which was now heating up after that one strike. God help her, but she wanted more.

She began to work Travis’s erection, desperate for friction and release. Evan knelt beside Travis and loosely held her around the waist as he indulged on her breasts. He alternated between both, licking, sucking, and nipping. Then Patrick’s slippery, cool dick pressed on her tight asshole, begging for entrance. Should she try again? Create new, better memories? She was too heavy with sexual yearning to resist.

“Hold me,” she told Evan. He rose up so they were face-to-face. His eyes were sympathetic now, the same ones she remembered from her cabin. He kissed her lips.

“Just push back against him. Don’t hold your breath.” She held him around the shoulders like a lifeline as Patrick forced an inch of his chubby, stiff cock inside her ass. He stopped before she could protest, giving her time to adjust.

Travis rubbed soft circles against her clit as they all waited in suspended animation. These men were unreal. They’d been heavily engaged in sexual activities for a good hour, yet they still had the wits to go slow for her, thinking of her needs first. To see these men on the street, she’d never suspect them to be courteous lovers. They were crude and rough, but still chivalrous where it counted.

“You’re okay with them now?” she asked Evan as they held each other cheek to cheek.

“A moment of weakness. That’s what you do to me.” He kissed the tip of her nose.

“He knows we’re a package deal, baby doll. Don’t forget that. If you take one of us, you get the whole pack—me, Patrick, Evan, Garret, and even Matthew if he ever turns up again. I hope you’ll get to meet him real soon.”

She chuckled, but stopped herself. Patrick was entering her again. When she clenched, he smacked the side of her ass, making her pussy weep more. Another couple inches of smooth progression thanks to whatever salve he’d used. He stopped again, showing herculean control. “You expect me to take five of you at once?”

“It’s our way,” said Evan. “I should have known better than to try to keep you for myself. I blame your sweet scent. It’s enchanting.”

Was this a Climax thing or just the way these particular men lived? Was the selection of women that poor that five, irresistible-looking men had to share one female? It was unheard of, but perhaps she shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Even during their intimacy she’d thought of Garret, his quiet strength, his smoldering black eyes, and the raw power he exuded. Now Travis was trying to tell her she could have the foreman, and the rest, too. But for how long? It sounded fun, but not permanent, so no sense getting her hopes too high.

By the time Patrick thrust those final inches into her ass, the tightness had greatly diminished, the initial stab of pain long forgotten. She felt pleasantly full, very full, stuffed full of two oversized cocks—one in her cunt, the other in her ass. She’d done it, and it hadn’t destroyed her. In fact, Patrick’s intrusion was titillating, hitting new erogenous zones, making her crave more taboo pleasures. She clenched down, squeezing her muscles until both men moaned. Her intention was to earn herself more spanks. She found a twisted base desire from the physical punishment. It had a direct correlation to her sexual pleasure. Cassidy wouldn’t break, not even from their dual invasion, so she wanted to focus on her looming orgasm. The double stimulation brought her peak racing through her like a stampede of horses. It wouldn’t take her long at all.

She was still holding Evan when she realized he wasn’t included, his cock still painfully hard. “I don’t know about five, but I can take three men at once. Let me make you feel good, too,” she said against his lips.

“You’re amazing,” he said. “Beautiful
and
unselfish.” Evan stood up on the shaky bed, bracing a hand on the ceiling. She immediately latched onto the swaying cock, savoring the silky steel between her tongue and pallet. Having his manhood in her mouth, as she brought out deep, masculine groans and growls from him, made her feel a sense of power. Somehow she knew they’d all back off if she decided she changed her mind and wanted to leave or sleep. The thought comforted her, increased her attraction to her miners.

Evan’s cock swelled and pulsed in her mouth. His hand grabbed fistfuls of her hair, tight enough to make her eyes water, but she needed this. The other men had gone savage, working as a team to pump in and out of her ass and pussy like a finely tuned machine. Evan suddenly pulled away, pumping his cock furiously.

“What’re you doing?”

“Gonna come…” He bit his lip, working his erection, his free hand still bracing the ceiling.

“Give it back to me. I want to taste you.” She reached out and snagged him, bringing his glistening cock back to her mouth. Almost instantaneously he exploded down her throat, jets of hot, tart cum escaping him as he grunted his release. He collapsed on the bed beside her, leaving her in the attention of the two men also close to orgasm. Their movements became more erratic, jerky, and desperate. The faster they moved, the more her clit rubbed against Travis’s coarse pubic hair, firing her blood hot.

“Come, woman,” roared Patrick from behind, smacking her ass with a solid hand. His baritone startled her, so deep and demanding. She came in a blinding detonation of light and energy. Her stomach cramped deliciously, heat swirling through her body like a drug infusion. The wave of contractions that followed pulled both men to the edge and over until they were all a quivering mass of flesh on the bed.

Now that the magical moment had passed, reality soon to return, the real fun would begin. Cassidy prayed the aftermath wouldn’t be as horrific as she had imagined.

* * * *

Evan awoke in the middle of night with a start, his body sweaty, his heart pounding. He sat up in the bed, uncertain where he was until he looked at the tangled limbs around him. He exhaled, the recent events filtering into his sleepy brain. There was no fire, no danger, only the three other sleeping bodies, the scent of sex still lingering in the air.

Cassidy shifted, a faint sigh escaping her lips as she reached up and patted his stomach. It must have been around three in the morning by the position of the moon, the room cloaked in darkness, the firelight no longer flickering in the next room.

“Evan? What’s the matter?” she whispered.

He settled back next to her, tucking his arm under her neck so she could cuddle up against him. Evan kissed her forehead, feeling a sense of calm with her in his arms. “Nothing. Everything’s just fine.” He wound a lock of her hair around his finger. “I’m sorry about earlier. I was acting like an animal.” His wolf often got the better of him, but the territorial surge he felt for Cassidy was unlike anything he felt before. In the heat of the moment he’d been tempted to lash out and challenge his friends for her like a common wolf.

He still had nightmares about that fateful day from his past. It was a memory he didn’t even share with his new pack, but they knew. How could he mask such potent emotions, a prominent scar in his mind? His brothers never judged him, and not just because they had their own dirty little secrets. Evan finally fit in and wasn’t going to blow his chance at a new beginning. He’d promised himself to follow his alpha’s lead no matter what, to keep peace between him and his pack mates. Never again would he risk the safety of others.

Cassidy painted patterns over his chest with her fingertips. He smiled to himself, endeared by her innocence. “I may have bruises in the morning,” she teased.

“Should we have been gentler?”

“No.” Her rhythmic breathing lulled him.

“You should sleep now. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Some wolves howled in the distance. He heard her intake of breath as she lifted her head slightly off his shoulder. “Did you hear that?”

“Not even the creatures of the forest would dare harm you in our custody.” He kissed her temple, tugging her closer, comforting her as best he could.

“What did Travis mean about sharing? He was teasing, right?”

“No, but it’s not our choice to make. Garret has our best interests at heart. The five of us have been a team for as long as I can remember. It’s been hard since Matthew disappeared, like having the life blood drained from the Gregor family.” It would be impossible for her to wrap her mind around their ways. She was in the dark to the existence of shifters, as were most humans. The Natives in the reserves to the east respected the legends, which included wolf-shifters, and Evan always expected Garret to choose their mate from one of the tribes when the time came.

What he really wanted was Cassidy. He wanted to hold on to her and never let go, but he had to keep his mouth shut. Was fate dropping his mate right in front of him—where he could touch, but not claim—just to punish him for his sins? Every time he made decisions on his own, people died. Maybe it was best for him to suffer in silence.

“You’re not allowed to make your own choices? This is Canada. It’s a free country, Evan.”

“Not as free as you’d think.”

“So I take it we’ll pretend this never happened tomorrow?”

He stroked her back, wanting to reassure her of the personal bond he felt between them, but knew it would be wrong to get her hopes up. No matter how much he wanted to claim her, it wasn’t up to him to make that call for the pack. Although Travis and Patrick had thoroughly enjoyed her, sex and love were two very different beasts.

His mind warred within him. “I’ll never treat you like a stranger. If you ever need help, all you need to do is call.”

“A service call? Yeah, no thanks.” She attempted to roll over, but he stilled her, pulling her closer with his arm. How could he explain to a virtual stranger, a human who didn’t live off instinct and hormonal signatures, that she just became the gravitational center of his world? His own feelings even scared him, too potent, primal.

“Stop it, Cassidy. I didn’t use you. It meant more to me than sex.” She had no idea how much more. He wanted to lean into her and sink his fangs into the side of her neck, marking her as his mate. The foolish thoughts of a lost man.

The tension drained from her body. “It’s okay, Evan. I never expected a happily ever after. I’m just tired.”

He listened to the wolves continue their tortured cries in the night. The familiar sound soothed him. Was one of them Matthew? Were they from the Rockford Mine, out to cause trouble? Or were they just animals, what nature intended when it created man and beast? Right now, Evan felt like an abomination, and insignificant for not being able to commit without prior consent from the alpha.

Chapter Seven

He jogged through the darkened field until he hit the tree line. Even with the cover of night he could still see better than full humans when he was in his skin. Each step he made was too loud, dried leaves crunching under his boots, twigs snapping. Good. He wanted to be found, wanted his enemies to come out of the woodwork.

Garret returned to the small town after dropping off Cassidy. He scoured the forest behind the diner, trying to come across the wolf who’d stared him down earlier. It had to be a Rockford wolf. What trouble were they getting into now? Although Climax was neutral territory, they rarely showed their faces around town.

The first growl came from his left. He turned to find a set of glowing yellow eyes zeroed in on him. Despite his vulnerability, Garret had no fear. In the flash of an eye he could shift forms and challenge any threat head-on, confident in his fighting ability.

“That only works on humans. You can growl and snarl all you want, I guarantee it’s not having the effect you want.” He leaned against a great oak, not wanting his back exposed.

A low laugh seemed to come from everywhere at once, and then a slow, deliberate clapping of the hands. “Bravo. You must have balls of steel to come out here without your backup.”

“Apparently, not you.” He could still see the other eyes around him. But after his comment, they slunk away. “Don’t waste my time. What do you want in Climax?”

“You find your missing pack member? What was his name again? Was it Matthew?” The Rockford wolf stepped out into the gentle cast of moonlight.

Garret’s fangs and claws lengthened. Any minute and he’d shift, tear the man in front of him apart limb from limb. The bastard toyed with him, using his grief as a weapon. Or mocking him because he had something do with the loss.