Authors: Loribelle Hunt
She smiled a little. “They told me, Cain,” she said so softly Abby almost didn’t catch the words. They made no sense to her, but Cain was visibly taken aback.
Before anyone could question her further, Delilah cocked her head
to one side. “They’re coming.”
Cain was instantly alert and on his feet. “Who?”
Delilah rolled her eyes. “Abel. And Jackson, Summer, Billy, and Chloe.”
Abby had come here with no expectation of meeting the Alpha and
Beta and was nervous about doing so now, but she needn’t have worried.
Abel came in, but the others hung back a little. He stopped in front of Delilah, and smiling, took her hands and pulled her from the chair.
“What’s all this talk of girls?”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t understand why this is so hard for you two to accept.”
“Because the first born of our line is always twin boys.
Werewolves.”
She shrugged. “Who’s to say they won’t be werewolves? But they
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will definitely be girls.”
“There are no female werewolves.”
Delilah cocked an eyebrow. “Yet. Evolution ring a bell?”
All the men in the room paled. Why was the idea of a female werewolf so disturbing? Abby would ask Rule and Lawe later. At the moment, she was more concerned with blending into the wallpaper.
“Right,” Abel finally answered into the silence. “Let’s get to that doctor’s appointment.”
The threesome left with quick goodbyes, still arguing about the sex
of the unborn twins. Jackson, Billy, and their mates stepped fully into the kitchen. Jackson was laughing softly.
“What?” Billy asked, one eyebrow cocked in curiosity.
“I can’t wait to see Abel and Cain dealing with twin girls.”
Billy snorted. “They’re near damned near impossible to deal with now. Don’t jinx us, Jackson.”
Jackson’s amusement wasn’t deflated in the least at Billy’s remarks.
“I think you’ll get the worst of that.”
Jackson’s mate rolled her eyes and jabbed him in the ribs with her
elbow. If she hadn’t had so many years of practicing keeping her thoughts to herself in presence of werewolves, Abby would have winced in anticipation of a snarl that never came. Instead, he rubbed his side, smiling at his mate ruefully. He leaned close and whispered something in Summer’s ear and she blushed. Abby noticed Chloe hiding a smile behind her hand. Jackson straightened with a cat that ate the canary grin and stepped out the back door. His Beta followed but paused in the doorway.
“Rule, Lawe.”
He jerked his head to indicate the back porch, and the twins followed him out. They shut the door behind them before her panic fully set in. Shit. It was bad enough she’d entered another pack’s territory alone, but she’d also done it without permission. For Rule and Lawe to do so was dangerous. Back home the Alpha would deal harshly with them.
What would happen here? She twisted her hands together. She shouldn’t have come, should have realized they’d have no choice but to follow.
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a smile for Chloe. She’d met the other woman in the Panhandle last year and was pleased to see the worry and heartache erased from her eyes.
Chloe smiled and tugged her towards the table where Summer had already taken a seat.
“Relax,” Chloe said. “Jackson is a different kind of Alpha than you’re used to. This is a different kind of pack entirely.”
Abby frowned. “How so?”
“They’re still dominant and want to control everything around them—“
“Don’t forget obnoxious and stubborn,” Summer interrupted.
“Of course. How could I forget?” Chloe grinned before continuing.
“But you’ll find the dynamic a little different here. There’s respect for one thing. And give and take.”
She was talking about mated pairs. Abby had noticed that herself watching Cain, Abel, and Delilah. That kind of relationship was typical in this pack? Did it extend to the way the Alpha treated those in the pack?
She stared at the door they’d exited.
“Did I cause them serious trouble coming here?”
Summer laughed. “Not unless you count the sharp side of
Jackson’s tongue.”
Abby scowled. There seemed to be a lot being left unsaid. “What the hell is going on, then?”
Summer and Chloe exchanged a long look.
“I’m sure he’s on to the recruitment speech by now.”
Recruitment? They wanted to bring Rule and Lawe here? What the
hell for? What would that mean for her? For their family? She couldn’t force that many words from her suddenly parched throat.
“Why?”
Summer shrugged. “Cain and Abel got to know them when they were here, and they liked them. Jackson and Billy are always looking out for good talent.”
She shook her head. She still didn’t get it. Chloe must have seen the confusion on her face, and she took up where Summer had left off.
“They’re—Jackson and Billy mostly—building a modern pack here.
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A new kind of pack. They want progressive‐thinking weres who aren’t hung up on tradition and the old ways.”
“Ah. Unlike our pack.” She’d never thought of Rule and Lawe as being particularly traditional. Hell, if they were, after a sound spanking, they’d have dragged her home kicking and screaming by now.
She frowned at the odd twist events had taken. She’d left because
she was afraid they’d take her over, and to a certain extent, maybe they would. They were too possessive, too territorial to give her total freedom.
But it was a mistake to lump them into the same crowd as many of the males in their pack. They didn’t want a tame pet. If they had, they wouldn’t have stayed away the last few days, would never have let her get this far.
She crossed her arms over her chest and walked to the window next to the door. Staring out, she sighed. She’d let fear of something new cloud her judgment. A voice cleared behind her, and she whirled around.
She’d forgotten she wasn’t alone.
“What will they decide?” Summer asked.
Abby was surprised she’d been asked the question. She had no idea. Why would she? She shook her head once. “I don’t know.”
“Would you object if they said yes?”
Surprised again. She studied the women before answering. She wasn’t used to being around a pack where a woman’s opinion was solicited or appreciated. It would be a nice change, and she had to ruthlessly force down a surge of excitement. Surely Rule and Lawe wouldn’t take the offer. Wouldn’t leave their family and business to relocate to an unknown place and pack.
“I don’t know,” she answered cautiously. “I don’t know anything about this place, about the people here. And we have friends and family in Florida. Jobs. They have a business.”
Summer nodded, and Abby heard the door open behind her.
“Many things to consider. then.”
Abby turned to watch the four men reenter the cabin. “Yes. Many
things,” she whispered.
The two couples said good‐bye and left. Abby returned to her seat
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at the table and waited. Would one of the twins bring up the job offer?
Would they ask her opinion? Or was this to be an arbitrary decision she was given no choice in? Lawe opened the back door and looked around, nodding to Rule before stepping out of sight. He smiled and held a hand out to her.
“Let’s go. We were disturbed earlier.”
Disturbed? Ah. The hot tub. It was midmorning now, the sun already warming the cool morning air.
“Little warm now, don’t you think?” she asked but let him lead her
out to the deck.
His grin was devious. “Don’t worry. You won’t be in long.”
He helped her out of her clothes and held her hand as she stepped
in. Lawe was waiting and pulled her down onto his lap while Rule disappeared back inside. His cock was hard and throbbing against her backside, and she sucked in a shaky breath. What did they have planned?
He draped her legs over his, then spread his thighs, forcing her to do the same. Rule returned in time to watch the maneuver.
She felt exposed. Vulnerable. And incredibly turned on.
Lawe lifted her arms behind his head, lacing her fingers together, and slowly ran his fingers down the sensitive undersides of her arms.
“Don’t move,” he whispered.
She could only nod in response, his actions and Rule’s avaricious gaze making speech impossible. Lawe moved his hands to her waist, lightly stroking upwards until he cupped her breasts, one in each hand.
His fingers reached to close over her nipples. Leaning her head back, she thrust towards him and groaned as he pinched and kneaded. She felt the sensation straight through her body to her pussy and pushed her hips against his.
As if waiting for that signal, Rule finally stepped into the hot tub and knelt in front of her. He set his hands on her knees and slowly pushed them down the inside of her thighs, rubbing light circles with his thumbs as he went. It seemed to take forever before he reached her pussy and she panted with want as he spread the lips and flicked a finger over her clit.
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need to come.
“We should make you suffer, sweetheart. Deny your need the way
you’ve denied ours the last few days,” he said softly.
She almost cried out her frustration. They couldn’t. They wouldn’t.
Right? One look at his face and she could see he was seriously considering it, though.
“Rule. Please.”
“Please what, sweetheart? You can ask for anything.”
That he wouldn’t necessarily give it went unspoken. She closed her
eyes as he again barely and briefly touched her clitoris, and her body arched into it against her will. Lawe continued to tease her nipples. It was almost too much to bear. Suddenly, she realized they were going to make her beg as punishment for running away, and she was going to do it.
“Please make me come, Rule. Fuck me.”
“Just Rule? You disappoint me, honey,” Lawe said as Rule pushed
two fingers into her cunt. She gasped as he scraped over sensitive nerve endings. It took her a moment to find her voice as they both worked her.
She felt an orgasm building through her and prayed they wouldn’t stop.
“No, both of you,” she finally panted. “I want both of you.”
She groaned her disappointed when Rule withdrew his fingers but
held a shocked breath seconds later when he pushed one against her ass.
It slid in slowly, and her body rejected the invasion until he began to rub her clit with his thumb. The aborted orgasm began to build again. As she relaxed, Rule eased another finger into her and began a slow thrust in and out. Once she adjusted to the different feeling, she found she liked it and started rocking to his rhythm. She threw her head back and bit her bottom lip. She was on the verge of orgasm when they stopped. She could have cried. Lifting her head, she watched through half closed eyes as Rule stood and held a hand out to her.
“Come on, sweetheart. Out you get.”
She stood on shaky legs, and he lifted her up leading her to a wide
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eyes for a few seconds before stepping out.
His cock jutted out proudly before him as he approached, and she
couldn’t take her eyes off it as Rule moved under her. She moistened her lips when Lawe stopped in front of her. Lifting her hand, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft, stroking experimentally, and watched fascinated as a drop of pre‐cum appeared on the tip. She leaned forward and licked it off. He grunted, thrusting forward and she took the head into her mouth, suckling and running her tongue over the slit on the end. He slid in and out of her mouth several times, and she was surprised at how much she liked it, how her pussy grew slicker with each thrust. Too soon, he pulled away and moved behind her.
It wasn’t until she heard a squirt like that from a lotion bottle that she realized what they had in mind. When she felt his fingers probing her ass, she had her first real moment of misgiving. She’d fantasized, even written, about having two men at once. But did that actually work in real life? She met Rule’s gaze, and he smiled.
“Relax, sweetheart. Relax.”
She nodded, tried to take his advice but tensed as Lawe joined a second finger with the first, slowly stretching her rear entrance. It took a moment to adjust but after she did, she welcomed the fullness, the even strokes in and out, and began to work her body against his. The sensation was unlike anything in her experience, and it didn’t take long before she was straining toward orgasm again. As if he knew how close she was and that there was no way they were stopping it a third time, Lawe withdrew his fingers. She heard the tube again, felt the wetness of lube rubbed against her rear opening and then the head of his cock pushing against it, entering her.
She gasped, the burning invasion at first unwelcome, but quickly adjusted. He took his time, rocking deeper in small increments until finally he was fully inside her. They were both inside her. She bit her lip, afraid to move, afraid to breathe. Afraid she’d scream out at the exquisite combination of pain and pleasure. She knew as soon as one of them moved, she’d come, and she waited breathlessly, knowing it would be the best orgasm of her life.