Forrest, Dawn - Alphas' Prize [WeresRus] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (12 page)

He tried to calm his emotions. It was always like this in the beginning for mates. How many times had he scoffed at friends and Pack members who had become singularly focused on their new mate? He had a feeling he was going to rue those times, and he didn’t care one iota.

She stood in front of him and looked directly into his eyes, holding his gaze where many others could not. It sent his heart into overdrive, and he took a deep breath. He inhaled her glorious scent and visibly trembled at the recognition that here was his purpose for being. He only had to hold out fifteen, maybe twenty minutes, and then he would be blissfully buried deep inside her.

Fuck, I really need to calm myself.
He began mentally reciting the names and dates of Russian kings, queens, and communist leaders, anything boring to try to quell the need within him that was so close to rupturing his control.
She is a virgin. Hold onto that thought.
But perversely it just made him burn for her more. She had kept herself for them, and they had searched longer than one average human lifetime for her. He wanted her so much that it hurt. He wanted to taste every part of her, to bathe in her intoxicating fragrance, to feel her body on him, around him, to be inside her. Her scent was stronger now in response to them. It stretched his control, and he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. So close, she was so close he could just lean down and taste her lips.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it. This has never happened before.” The tone and resonance of her voice sensuously stroked his libido.

At first he didn’t understand, and then it clicked that she was apologizing for her strong scent, even though it was an involuntary physical action by her body in response to them, her mates.

“It is natural and much wonderful and not to be making apology for, my mate,” he said as softly as his passion-roughened voice would allow and stepped forward to gently take her hand in his.

There was an initial spark on contact, like a circuit suddenly completed. Oh God, he was about to lose it big time if he didn’t focus hard. He needed to get the formalities over with quickly.

“I am Yuri Volkov, and this is my brother Vladimir. We are Alphas of the Siberian Pack, sons of Dmitri Volkov, Prime of the Russian Packs and Alpha of the Moscow Pack, and Eva Loge, formerly of the Viking Pack. We are very much pleased to be meeting you, our true-mate, Joanna Akara.”

* * * *

His voice set her heart racing, but his touch made her want to weep for the reverent tenderness of it. They both bowed formally to her. Yuri softly, carefully kissed her hand, and then without letting go he moved aside to let Vladimir do the same with her other hand. Vladimir kissed her knuckles. His lips lingered on the backs of her fingers, and he lightly, seductively, scraped his sharp teeth over her skin. Holy cow, if a simple brief touch of their lips to her hand caused such warmth and excitement to flood over and through her, what would lingering contact of a more intimate nature do? She had the thrilling thought that she might not survive it.

“Please, be calling me Vlad.” He spoke softly, but his deep tones resonated with desire.

Growl for me, big boy, and make me purr.
His voice led her thoughts toward all sorts of sexy fantasies, and she took a moment to speak.

“You look identical, although there is a faint difference in your scent.” She paused and sniffed, looking puzzled. “No, not your scent exactly, something else, more like your…essence.” She shrugged because she couldn’t quite explain it.

They both gave her a devastating smile and did not release her hands from theirs.

“No one is being able to tell us apart before, Joanna.” Vlad emphasized the syllables of her name as if all the sounds of that one word were precious. Even his dodgy grammar was sexy.

She observed that they were like piano keys, dressed in black and white leathers and with opposite hair coloring, yet they belonged together. How strange it was to be so sure of something and someone that she’d only just met.

“I–I have no experience of Pack life, and until yesterday I had never spoken to another Were other than my mother. What happens now?”

She really was at a loss as to how to proceed. All she wanted to do was indulge herself in her mates, to feel them everywhere, to take them inside, to consume and be consumed.

“Do not worry, my mate, we will give you very much good fucking.” Vlad purred the words.

Joanna took a sharp intake of breath and creamed herself while Yuri glared at his brother.

“He means that we will begin mating courtship and wish to love you, Joanna. Vlad is not so good with English,” Yuri quickly explained.

Joanna wasn’t convinced that Vlad hadn’t said exactly what he meant. It was confirmed when he deliberately sniffed the air and zeroed in his gaze on her crotch. He slowly raked his gorgeous, greedy, gray eyes up and down her body before staring into hers and murmuring, “Yes, much fucking love.”

Oh God
. With the promise of near-future embarrassment, a damp patch was forming in her panties. Her private parts tingled, with the understanding that they wouldn’t be private much longer.

“I–I think I’d like that.” She could think of nothing else that would relieve the tight, throbbing need now centered in her aching pelvic core.

Vlad suddenly swept her off her feet and carried her inside. When she heard the door click shut she tensed with anxiety. She now found herself on the wrong side of a sprung trap.

“Do not be afraid,” Vlad murmured against her hair.

Jo knew that she should be taking notice of the room, the doors, the windows, where the kitchen and the knife block were, but she didn’t want to move her face that was snuggled up to Vlad’s neck. He smelt of fertile desire, sex, male, and dominant beast, yet also of belonging, security, and home. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that there was no way she would be able to resist them on the full moon, and she simply did not want to resist them now.

Vlad spoke quickly in Russian to Yuri, and she could feel the rumble in his chest against her breasts. In response her pelvic muscles clenched again, and she became even slicker between the thighs. She felt a large hand stroke her hair as Vlad kissed the top of her head. She raised her face to look at the man holding her in his arms as if she, who stood at six foot, were some petite damsel in distress. Well, she was darned distressed all right, with a desperate need to get naked with these two.

For a moment there was a still silence. They were like racers on the blocks waiting, anticipating the starter gun. Then she reached up and clasped her arms around Vlad’s neck.

“I am not afraid. I realize now that I’ve waited for you.”

She pulled his face to hers and, aroused beyond endurance, she poured herself into that first kiss, brazenly announcing her lust and intent. She’d had very little experience, but it didn’t matter because instinct and desire drove her to one quintessential, potent, and persistent need.
Take me, take me.

Her soft lips molded perfectly with his as he accepted her clear invitation. Vlad growled low and deep as he swept his tongue inside her mouth. The aphrodisiac in their saliva combined and was absorbed. Soon their tongues tangled like copulating cobras while they writhed against each other.

When they eventually broke apart, strong arms snatched her away, and she found herself crushed up against Yuri. There was wildness in his eyes as he glared down at her with a lust-carved expression. Her whole being craved to get closer to her men. She knew it and they knew it. This time Yuri growled low and deep, and she nearly whimpered in response. She had to lock down the primitive urge to go to her hands and knees and present herself when she heard them growl. Yuri kissed her, and reality dropped away, leaving her falling fast without a chute.

* * * *

Yuri maneuvered her farther into the room and toward the bed as he kissed her lips and ran his hands over her firm body. He heard a heavy thud and saw that Vlad had shed his T-shirt, undone the top button of his leather pants, and was pulling off his boots and socks. His brother was a clever one, giving himself a head start. He hastily unzipped her jacket and shoved it off to reveal a tight little white vest and, dear God, there was no bra underneath. Her nipples were poking through the thin fabric, targeting and goading him to just rip it off.

He heard fabric tearing and thought for a moment that he’d acted on the impulse but then realized that her hands were on his flesh and his T-shirt had fallen away in shreds. His mate was hot for him, and that snapped his control. The feral snarl that left his throat was unlike any he’d made before. It was the sound of desperate, sexual need.

In seconds she was stripped naked and on the bed. Yuri wasn’t wasting a moment. He hadn’t even taken his boots and pants off, but he wanted to be the first in her virgin pussy. Vlad was a consummate ass man, and he would be the first to take her there.

He was trying to go slower, but his beast was dictating the pace, and when he looked at Joanna he thought that it was true for her, too. He ran his hand up her leg to the warm apex of her thighs. She was slick and ready for him. He consoled himself with the fact that he would later spend many hours making love and pleasuring her, but right now what they both needed was to mate in the most elemental way, for him to slid inside and mark her as his own.

He was about to release his straining cock from his pants and move between her thighs when she did something that astounded him. She flipped herself over, went on all fours, and presented herself to him, knees spread wide, resting low on her forearms with her ass held high. Perfect. Instinct was directing the moves and, like a choreographed dance, they all knew their parts.

He heard Vlad’s growl of lust in harmony with his own. Without a word being spoken they both leaned in closer and began to lick her. Yuri knelt on the floor at the edge of the bed, leaned forward, and pressed his face into her cunt from behind and lapped away at her juices like the animal he was
.
He cursed inwardly because he couldn’t stop the partial change from coming on, but then with relief and joy he realized that with her he didn’t have to. He pushed his thicker, rougher, longer tongue into her tight channel. Vlad rolled onto the bed, wedged his shoulders under her body and proceeded to lick and tease her clit and play with her tits.

Jesus, the taste of her was incredible, unlike anything he’d had before. It was the exact cocktail specifically tailored for them. The mewling, growling sounds she made were like an opus to his ears. Her soft golden skin was like satin to his touch. Her body was built to take them, and her eyes shone with the primal, instinctual knowledge that she was theirs. He had never desired a woman more. Everything about her drove him and the beast within wild with want.

Within minutes she was screaming and creaming her release, and he felt her cunt tighten down on his tongue. He quickly stood up and moved to kneel behind his mate on the bed. He shoved his leather pants down his thighs, pulled out his engorged cock and heavy balls, and nestled the head between the folds of her cunt. It was dripping with both his saliva and her juice. He felt the wonderful, welcoming heat of her sex against his seeping cockhead. Vlad scrambled out from under her with a feral, wild look as he watched. Joanna growled softly and stretched her arms out in front of her, arched her back and raised her ass higher. His mate’s open invitation and submission pleased him greatly. He forged forward into her blissfully tight, hot, and moist pussy, sheathing himself completely, stopping only when he bottomed out, balls pushed against her.
Paradise.

* * * *

Jo howled with pure, unadulterated pleasure as his cock parted and stretched her channel in the most wickedly delicious way. Unlike virgin human females, there was no barrier to break through, no sharp pain, only an unfamiliar, exquisite feeling of fullness. He began to move slowly, and the gratifying friction of his cock brought another rapturous round of detonations deep within her pelvis. Her pussy spasmed around his thick girth as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss flooded her body.

She was mindful of the noises she made, the keening, wailing cries that left her lips, yet she could not stay quiet. His thrusts became more forceful and faster as he rode on through her climax, extending it, pushing her further and further until finally she felt him cover her back and bite down on the trapezius muscle at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. It was so primal and so utterly right.

Several things seemed to happen at once. With a feral grunt, Yuri fucked himself into her hard, stiffened, and then released her shoulder as he roared loudly. It was a cry of triumph and a proclamation, and it seemed to vibrate the air as it echoed off the walls. Joanna yelled again, and Vlad responded with a deep, loud growl of his own as he tore off his leather pants.

When Yuri bit down into her shoulder it boosted her climax, flung her out of this realm and sent her flying beyond. It was her first out-of-body experience, and she floated somewhere massive and spacious. She would have felt very frightened at the possibility of losing herself but for the fact that she wasn’t alone. Another protective presence wrapped around and joined with her. It was Yuri, and she knew that he would always be there for her. From now on she would never be alone.

Slowly they spiraled down as if riding a warm air current and came gently back to earth. She panted, dragging air into her lungs, and was aware of his deep, ragged breaths by her ear as he held her tight and close. He murmured soft words in Russian to her. She didn’t understand but knew he spoke words of praise and endearment.