The Alpha's Pack (4 page)

They lay in a sandwich, with Deirdre between them. Jake, lying behind her, lifted her leg. “Hold your leg there, honey.” To Sam he said, “Slide inside.”

Sam slid his cock into her pussy, pushing as deep as it would go. Jake pushed the globes of her ass apart, then pressed his cock between them.

“What are you doing?” she said.

“Relax. I’m not putting it in. Just getting you used to the idea of a cock back here. Plus, it feels great.” He rubbed his cock up and down. The sensation was a little reminiscent of sliding himself between a beautiful pair of breasts, except that her buttocks weren’t as soft and pliable.

Sam was moving inside her pretty quickly, and Jake didn’t even have to move anymore; her butt slid up and down and he just needed to stay still.

“You really want to take me from behind, don’t you?” she said, in between breaths.

“Damn straight. Can’t you imagine how wonderful it would be, all three of us together?” Jake said.

“Yes, but it’ll hurt,” she said.

“It won’t hurt if we get you ready for it first.” He reached around and pushed his hand between Deirdre and Sam’s bodies until he found her clit. His fingers pushed against her clit, and she immediately gasped.

“Good?” he said.

“Amazing.” Her moans grew louder, as Sam’s tempo picked up.

Jake had to hold on to keep from getting bucked off. But it was worth it, so worth it.

Sam groaned loudly as he came. Jake could feel the strain in Sam’s body where Jake’s hand lay between Sam and Deirdre. At the same time, Jake pushed rhythmically on Deirdre’s clit and very soon, she came too.

Sam rolled onto his back. With a deep breath, Deirdre got on her knees, her ass up in the air. That was his girl; she hadn’t forgotten him. Jake positioned himself behind her and thrust deep inside. Sam reached underneath her; Jake assumed he was rubbing her clit.

It didn’t take him long; he’d already been almost there with his dick rubbing in her ass. Soon he pushed deep and came. He fell onto his side, pulling her with him, his cock still inside her.

“Did you come?” he said in her ear.

“Over and over.”

“I mean just now. Did you come again?”

Sam crawled up to lie face to face with Deirdre.

“No,” Deirdre said.

“I’ll take care of that.” Sam put his hand on her again.

Jake reached around, and together their fingers brought her to a breathy, tense orgasm. Then they all curled up together, arms and legs tangled.

This was what he’d needed tonight. And now, this is what he looked forward to every night.

Chapter 4

As soon as Deirdre got back to the house, she knew something was wrong. It was late, far too late for Bridget to still be up, even if she were packing. But all the downstairs lights were on.

Then she saw the SUV. It wasn’t parked in front of their house; it was across the street in front of their neighbor’s home. But she’d know it anywhere. Ted.

She opened her car door and his scent assaulted her, as though he’d marked his territory all over her lawn. She knew he hadn’t; he just put off a strong scent and anyone in his pack could smell it if they were close enough. Without the competing scents of the bar, she could smell it clear out to the driveway.

Ted was in her home. With Bridget.

Deirdre fumbled for her phone, rifling through her purse. She had to let Jake and Sam know. Just as she laid hands on it, her front door opened.

Ted stepped out. “Come inside, Deirdre.” He watched her walk toward him.

So much for calling her mates. She could try, but Ted would be on her before it even started to ring. She let go of her cell, leaving it in her purse as she neared the two steps that led to the front door.

Ted breathed in, nostrils flaring. “You’ve been with them. Recently. Their stench is all over you.” Making a face, he turned and went into the house.

Deirdre followed. Ted led her into her family room, where he sat square in the center of the couch, arms spread to either side, one foot resting sideways on the other knee. Across from him, Bridget sat in one of the matching overstuffed chairs. Ted motioned Deirdre to the other.

“I came to meet your mates, Deirdre. And what did I find? Your sister, packing. Can you explain that?”

Dammit. This isn’t how she wanted it to happen. Should she lie? He seemed on the edge of violence. What would he do if she told him the truth? She’d have to tell him at some point. And waiting wouldn’t help. Out with it.

“Bridget’s coming with me,” she said. Her voice didn’t sound nearly as strong as she wanted it to.

He examined his fingernails. “I thought I made it clear you weren’t going anywhere. It’s very simple. If you want to be with your mates, all they need to do is join the pack.”

The hell with that. But she couldn’t say what she really wanted to say. If he got angry enough, he might hurt Bridget. “They don’t want to join. And I have to be with them. I can’t—”

He dropped his foot to the floor with a bang. “I’m the Pack Alpha. You’ll do what I say.” He pulled out his cell phone. “Tell me their numbers.”

“I…why?”

“I’m going to call them and explain things.” He looked up at her. “The numbers.”

Deirdre pulled out her cell and found the numbers her mates had given her. She didn’t want to give them to him. It felt like a violation or a betrayal. But it was just a phone number. And Jake and Sam could handle it. Right now, she had to worry about Bridget. She told Ted one number, then the other.

“Good girl.” He dialed one of the numbers. “Sam Kendall? This is Ted Seabolt, Alpha of the Stonewall Pack.” He paused.

She couldn’t hear Sam on the other end. Usually she could hear both sides of conversations with her werewolf hearing, but this time she couldn’t. Ted must have his phone turned down to the lowest setting. Jerk.

“Yes, she’s fine,” Ted said. “Could you hold a minute?”

Without waiting for Sam’s reply, he took the phone away from his ear and dialed again. “Jake Lawson?” He introduced himself and immediately asked Jake to hold. Then he pressed a couple of buttons.

“Jake and Sam? Both there?” Ted’s voice sounded slimy, a fake pleasant voice like a customer service rep might use with a particularly difficult customer. “Good. Now, I’m here with Deirdre and Bridget. It appears you want them to leave my pack.” He paused.

She hated that she couldn’t hear what Jake and Sam were saying. Would they be able to hear her if she talked? Normally they would, but with Ted’s phone turned down, who knew.

“I see. Well, I just can’t let them go. As I told Deirdre, if you want to be her mates, you’re going to have to join my pack.” He paused again. “What happens in other packs isn’t my concern. Deirdre’s in
my
pack, and she’s not leaving.”

Another pause. “Oh, really? Watch and see. When you’re ready to join, you can find me at the Speakeasy bar on Dukane street.” He hung up.

“Very disappointing,” Ted said. “They wouldn’t listen to reason.”

“I told you—”

“But they will. You and Bridget will stay here until your mates join the pack. Marcus will stay with you to make sure you don’t leave.”

“What about my job?”

Ted shrugged. “That’s your problem.” He called Marcus. After he hung up, he said, “Bridget, go upstairs and unpack.”

Bridget shot a glance in Deirdre’s direction, then did as Ted said. Not like they had any choice.

Deirdre pressed her hands together. “Why are you doing this?”

“You’re my responsibility.” He leaned forward. “Besides, what would happen if poor Maeve came home and you weren’t here? How would she ever find you?”

He had to be kidding. “This is about Maeve? She’s been gone for ten years. We don’t even know if she’s still alive.”

“Your parents got that postcard.”

“You know about that?”

“I know everything, Deirdre. Especially about your family. As I said, you’re my responsibility. I take that very seriously.” He sat back. “I can’t let you leave when we don’t know where you’d be going. What kind of pack might you join? We don’t even know anything about your mates. What if they’re abusers?” He spread his hands wide. “You see why you have to stay here. Once your mates join, I’ll be able to keep an eye on all of you.”

He stood. “I’m going to wait for Marcus out front. You might want to take a shower. You stink.”

Jackass. Besides, she liked the smell of her mates on her skin.

As soon as the door closed, she hurried upstairs to her sister’s room, pulling out her cell as she went. She dialed Jake.

“Deirdre?” he said when he picked up.

“It’s me. Let’s conference in Sam.”

“No need. He’s here,” Jake said.

Sam sounded a little farther away, but still easily understood. “I had stopped at a store nearby on the way home, so when we got Ted’s call, I came back.”

“Did he hurt you?” Jake’s voice sounded tight.

“No, not me.” Deirdre pushed open her sister’s door. “Bridge?”

Bridget was putting her clothes back into the dresser. She turned toward Deirdre, holding a couple of pairs of slacks against her stomach.

“He didn’t hurt you before I got here, did he?”

“No. Just talked in that scary calm voice of his about how disappointed he was and how much Maeve would be upset if she were here.”

Deirdre paused. “He talked about Maeve to you, too? Isn’t that strange?”

“Yeah, but then
he’s
a little strange,” Bridget said.

“So he’s hung up on Maeve,” Sam said. “What does that mean?”

“I don’t know,” Deirdre said. “In the meantime, how the hell do we get out of this situation?”

“How is it he plans to hold you?” Jake said. “Is he locking you up somewhere?”

“House arrest. One of his minions—sorry, his second—is coming over to stay with us. I won’t even be able to leave to go to work,” Deirdre said.

“We’ll just have to come get you,” Jake said.

“We could talk to my pack,” Sam said. “Maybe they can mediate.”

“There’s no mediating with a madman,” Jake said. “We’ll go get them. And if Ted tries to stop us, I’ll kill him.”

That’s what she got for mating with an alpha. “You think that’s a good idea?”

Sam chimed in. “It may be the only idea. If Ted won’t back down, one of us will have to challenge him.”

“But if one of you beats him, you’ll be the Stonewall Pack leader,” she said.

She heard silence. She figured that would stop them in their tracks. Much more than if she told them what she was really thinking—dozens of men had fought Ted and he’d killed them all. No quarter. She couldn’t stand it if that happened to her mates.

“No problem,” Sam said. “We’ll just make sure to get you out of there without having to confront him.”

Deirdre snorted. “Right.”

“Did you just snort?” Sam sounded outraged.

Jake chuckled. “Sexy.”

“I am what I am.” Deirdre sobered. “I don’t know if this is such a good idea. There’s too many ways for this to go wrong.”

“What other options do we have?”

“Bringing in Roanoke…” Deirdre said.

“That only works if we agree to join them,” Jake said.

Clearly he wasn’t ready to go there. “Jake…” she said.

She heard footsteps on the stairs.

“Gotta go,” she whispered. She hung up and shoved her phone back into her purse. Then she grabbed the last of Bridget’s clothes out of her suitcase so it would look like she was helping her unpack.

Ted stuck his head in the door. “Are they coming?”

Shit, he knew. “Who?”

“Your mates. Do you think they’re on their way? I would be, if you were my mate. I’d run over here as fast as I could, kneel down on the ground and beg. You think they’re doing that right now?”

Deirdre took a deep breath. He hadn’t heard the phone conversation. He wouldn’t be talking like this if he had. “I don’t know, Ted. I guess so. Maybe.”

Ted nodded happily. “Maybe I’ll stick around and wait. Wouldn’t want them to show up right after I leave.”

No, no, no. He had to get out of here or they’d have to challenge him. “It’s pretty late, Ted. I know I’m going to bed soon. I’ll bet my mates are, too.”

Ted’s eyebrows rose. “Really? You think they’d just go to sleep with all this hanging in the balance?” He paced over to the window and looked out. “If that’s true, they aren’t any kind of wolves, are they?”

She’d rather have him think her mates were wimps or cowards than have him still be here when they showed up. “They both had long days. We all have. This would probably be better dealt with after a good night’s sleep.”

He gazed at her, the moment drawing out long enough to be uncomfortable. “You might be right. I’ll have to think about that.” He walked to the door. “You go on to bed, then. And no ideas about sneaking out. Marcus will be watching.”

Great.

***

Jake felt like he would go out of his mind. Sam had a car, a big black SUV, while Jake had nothing, so Sam was driving them to Deirdre’s house. And he was driving too slowly. He was stopping not just at stoplights, but at stop signs too, for God’s sake.

“I’m going as fast as I can,” Sam said.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.” Sam slowed for another stop sign. “Your claws are about to spring from your fingers.”

“I want to kill someone. Not someone. Ted.” Jake’s voice sounded gravelly. Sam was right; he was on the edge of changing.

“We’re almost there.” Sam’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his fingers turning to a mottled white and red. But no claws.

“You’re not changing,” Jake said.

Sam took a breath. “I still hope we can get them out of there without bloodshed.”

Jake growled. “Kill him anyway.”

Sam scowled at him. “Maybe you could wait on that until the women are safe.”

Jake growled again, nearly beyond words.

He kept thinking mate. Mate. His mate was in danger.

Sam turned another corner, then slowed and pulled over to the curb. Jake opened the door.

“Not yet.” Sam motioned to a house on the other side of the street, three down. “That’s it. Deirdre said someone would be guarding them. We should scope it out before going in.”

He had to be kidding. Jake felt the sharp tips of his claws pushing against the inside of his skin. “No,” he managed to say.