Authors: Stacey Espino
“Whose dick do you like better?” asked Marco. The
bold question made her pause. They couldn’t share her and expect her to choose.
She had no long history with either man, so her brief encounters were all she
had to go off. They both passed all her tests.
“They’re both big and warm and perfect.”
“Yeah, baby.” Targus groaned as he pressed her down
against Marco’s chest. He didn’t waste time finding her empty nether hole. He
shoved his stiff cock into her already prepared entrance, no
more
gentle
introduction. Her breath caught because she’d never felt so full.
It was like every inch of her was filled with cock, both men battling for space
inside her body. She nearly gagged on the fullness, loving every second of it. They
groaned and growled like animals as they shared her.
Helen couldn’t believe those two oversized dicks
were inside her—one in her pussy, the other in her ass. They smelled like men,
all hard and delicious. All inhibitions fizzled away, leaving her wanton and
eager. She began to pant, her heart ready to pound out of her chest. They
worked her body like machines, their muscles taut and covered in
a sheen
of sweat. She studied the way they moved, the sounds
they made, and the intricate patterns of their tattoos.
She hoped something resulted from this night because
they’d just ruined her for other men.
Chapter
Eight
Marco had done it. He’d claimed a new female. After
the death of his mate, he never expected to feel that burning love again.
Especially in the form of a human being.
He’d learned to
hate the human race for killing his woman. Marco closed off his heart and
settled into his existence deep in the northern wilderness. But fate
intervened, bringing him into the shifter town when Helen happened to be there.
He wanted to feel guilty, to shift and run away
without looking back. But how could he deny those big brown eyes? Every detail
about Helen called to his wolf, cementing the fact he had to pursue her.
Since his best friend wanted to claim the same woman,
this put a wrench in his plans. The royal princesses took more than one mate,
so Targus had to be emotionally prepared for the possibility, since he’d been
on the list of royal courters. Not Marco. When he loved, he loved hot and
completely. He wasn’t sure how long-term sharing would work out for them,
regardless how much he cared about his friend.
There was also the little problem that Helen had no
clue they were wolf shifters. Their world was a mystery to her, and it would be
impossible to hide their true natures forever. Revealing themselves was
forbidden—as was a potential relationship.
“I’m coming!” Helen practically screamed, her nails
digging into his shoulders. She wasn’t comfortable with her sexuality, fighting
to lock in her deepest desires. He wanted her to embrace every level of
pleasure.
The desperate sounds she made drove his wolf wild.
He held her hips firmly over his dick as her orgasm slammed through her. Her
tight cunt grabbed him in an unforgiving grip, stealing his last shred of
control. Marco let loose, allowing himself to reach his peak inside her warm
body. It was a monumental moment for him, and his release continued as her
contractions vibrated around his cock.
“Shit.” Targus pushed Helen tighter between them as
he leaned forward. The three of them were like one body, arms and legs
entwined, their joint orgasm cementing them together as a triad.
“Thank you,” he said once they were still and quiet.
It had been so long since he’d lost himself completely to a woman. So damn
long. Helen had given him a gift he wouldn’t soon forget. And human or not, he
had no plans of letting her go.
Targus was the first to pull away. Marco shifted
Helen comfortably on his lap. She was pliant, her eyes heavy with sleep. His
wolf wanted to protect her, own her.
“You okay?” he whispered against her skin. He
breathed her in, capturing her scent to memory.
“Just tired…and a bit sore.”
He chuckled, holding her closer. “You’re not as
delicate as you look.”
She exhaled softly, cuddling closer. Her fingers
painted patterns on his chest. “Where’s Targus going?”
Marco hadn’t even noticed his friend leaving until
Helen mentioned it. The quick escape piqued his curiosity. Was his friend
bowing out? Had the wolf prowling around their property returned? For some
reason, the possibility bothered Marco even more than before. His beast had
something worth protecting now, and the thought of new competition for his mate
seriously pissed him off.
“Probably just taking a
breather.”
As much as
he wanted to keep Helen in his arms all night long, he had to be sure
everything was okay with Targus.
“I’ll take
a quick check.”
As he stood, he grabbed a crocheted throw and
covered Helen’s nudity. She had a beautiful body, softly curved, and small
enough to cuddle.
He didn’t even bother to put on clothing, not when
he planned to break out the fur as soon as he stepped out of the cabin. The
night was crisp, the sounds of the nocturnal creatures putting his senses on
high alert. He tested the air for Targus’s scent. As he did, he discovered
other wolves had been nearby.
Marco shifted into his wolf, his bones contorting
and elongating into his animal form. Warm fur covered his heavy layer of
muscle, and his fangs elongated into deadly points. He was at home on all
fours, choosing to shun his humanity over the years. His loss so many years ago
had changed him, turning him against society. It took one slip of a human girl
to bring him back to the world of the living. Before Helen showed up, he’d
considered going permanently feral.
“Targus,
where are you?”
He raced through the trails he knew so well,
tracking as he moved. His senses kept firing off in warning—something wasn’t
right.
“Marco,
there’re two of them! Take the one heading to the lake.”
His hackles rose when he learned there was a true
threat. It wasn’t usual for outsiders to step on their property. They had a
reputation that usually kept other shifters away. He rushed through the heavier
underbrush in an attempt to head off any intruder near the lake. Branches
whipped past him, scraping along his thick fur coat. Everything was chaotic. Marco
growled, his lips pulling back from his teeth.
He spotted a shadow under the moonlight.
A wolf.
Without an ounce of fear, only raw adrenaline, he
charged forward.
****
Wesley really needed to get home to sleep, but
instead he was walking around the forest at night because he scented
her
. His panther clawed inside him,
demanding he finish what he started with the human girl. It was getting harder
to fight the urge, and frankly he was getting tired of denying himself. What
could the queen promise him? She’d likely have no use for the Royal Elite
before long. He had to consider his own future beyond his duty—something he
never thought he’d have to do.
He was still perilously close to the cabin shared by
Marco and Targus, the two outcast wolves. They were dangerous, carrying
personal grudges against the monarchy. And one of them could very well be the
wolf he’d been searching for. There were other scents in the air—another wolf,
and of course, Helen’s sweet fragrance. Why was her essence so strong here? Was
he losing his mind?
A wolf dashed by, only feet away, in pursuit of
another near the water. He kept his distance, not wanting anything to do with
some territorial display between wolves. Wesley remained unseen as he crouched
low, his black fur blending in with the shadows. He caught Helen’s unique
fragrance again—stronger than before.
There was no way it was his imagination.
Wesley raced along the beaten path between trees,
his padded paws scarcely making a sound against the earth. His panther was
taking over, leading him to the woman controlling his thoughts. If Cade knew
what he was up to, he’d be shocked speechless. Wesley was a stickler for the
rules, and women were a luxury not to become invested in. Everything was about
to change.
He spotted her in the near distance. The decadent
scent of sex surrounded her. Even now, he recognized her readiness like a shifter
female in heat. He crept up alongside her, wondering what she was doing out
here alone in the dead of night. She was afraid, her heart racing as she
stumbled with her arms outstretched. It was the oddest thing he’d ever seen,
and a human wouldn’t last a mile in one piece. This was a shifter paradise, and
they didn’t take kindly to human intruders, especially wolves like Marco.
Before he considered the consequences, he blocked
her path. She was beautiful, her lips red and swollen, her dark hair in
disarray. When she nearly toppled over him, she reached down, her fingers
digging into his thick black coat. He growled low in his chest, savoring her
touch and recalling their night together in the woods. Wesley cursed the fact
he’d showed himself without shifting. Helen had some strange hold on him,
making him act out of character.
The faint moonlight highlighted the area around
them. It took a moment for her to react. He felt a deep connection with her in
that instant, believing she somehow knew who was under the fur.
Then she screamed.
Within seconds, he heard the warning howl of wolves
closing in around him.
Fuck.
He
wasn’t afraid, but he knew he had no right being on private land. Shifter males
were extremely territorial, and until now he hadn’t realized that Helen was
marked. He could smell more than sex, but a claiming. She’d been bitten by
wolves. As much as he should stay away from her, he felt an even stronger need
to get close.
He needed to shift into his skin and tell Helen his
true feelings, to tell her he needed her, tell her he was willing to sacrifice
everything to claim her. Was he really ready to take that step?
To choose a female over his role as a Royal Elite?
Knowing
another male dared to mark her made him ready to stop procrastinating.
As Wesley called the shift to take control, a great
weight dropped on top him. He was crushed down, teeth biting through fur and
skin. Two wolves were on him in a mass of muscle, fangs, and claws. It was
complete chaos, and all he could do was fight back.
They rolled on the cold, damp forest floor, crashing
into trees, each attempting to gain superiority. He could hear Helen screaming,
and feel her panic, but he was too engrossed in the battle to do anything but
lash out. A gunshot sounded off, bringing the three of them to a standstill.
His panther panted as he tried to gain his bearings. About a couple hundred
yards out, there was a beam of light flickering. The human called out for
Helen, and Wesley knew it was the bus driver visiting the town. He’d already
accounted for every outsider during his initial investigation. It was his job
to keep tabs on any potential threats to the palace. And he was due to start a
perimeter shift soon.
When he looked to his right for Helen, he saw Targus
and Marco in their skin, running in the direction Helen had taken. He should
have known one of those outcasts was the one to steal his woman from him. At
least he had more to offer a human female. He was heavily trained for the Royal
Elite and doubted the wolves had more than an elementary education. And if she
needed protection, he was the most capable male.
Wesley followed suit and shifted into his skin. It
was always safer when there was a human carrying a rifle. His vision was strong
in the darkness even after shifting. He ran until his thighs burned, but he
refused to slow down. They were heading back to the cottage in the woods, the
one dead center in the wolves’ territory. If he was smart he’d forget his
obsession, meditate, and return to his post. But here he was, running straight
into certain hell.
By the time they stopped running, Helen was nearly
hysterical, her fear potent in the air. The other men were too close,
attempting to comfort her. It was odd watching two hardened wolves behave so
tamely.
“I–I’m scared. There’s something out there…”
“It was just a little cat,” said Targus. “I’m sure
it’s running scared.” He glared at Wesley from the corner of his eye. The damn
wolf could see just as well in the darkness.
“No, it was big.
Huge.
Maybe it was the
Chupacabra
.”
Both men laughed, and Wesley couldn’t help but
smirk. Helen was adorable.
“There’s nothing out here we can’t protect you
from.” Marco tucked her head against his chest, smoothing his palm over her
hair. “You’re safe now, little lamb.”
Wesley stepped forward, eyes narrowed in warning. “I
know both of you realize the implications of your actions.” He reached out and
brushed Helen’s hair to the side, exposing her bite marks. “This is most
definitely forbidden.”
“
Wesley?”
Helen whispered.
“You’re going to run and report us? Are the Royal
Elite so hard up for recognition that they have to prey on the personal affairs
of us commoners?” asked Targus.