“Now Rory, be good. We have to take care of Tug,” she teased and glanced at Tug. His eyes burned with heat; his cock dripped of pre-come.
“Come here, Cecil,” he ordered, his voice a deep baritone. The power of his voice washed over her, and she whimpered as she slowly crawled over to him and kneeled before him.
Tug lifted her chin up and smiled. “Suck me, Cecil.” He wrapped his hand around her hair, and urged her forward.
Cecil licked the pre-come from his cock, and it jerked. “Suck it, Cecil. Don’t play with it.” He pushed his cock into her mouth.
Clayton walked up behind her and kneeled down, grabbing her breasts. “I love watching you suck his cock. It’s so sexy. On all fours, Cecil. Rory is going to prepare your ass. He deserves the right to be the first to sink his cock in it.”
A warm chill went up her spine as he stood. Tug went to his knees in front of her as Clayton stepped in behind him, gently lowering him down. “Don’t release Tug, Cecil, or Rory is going to spank you,” Clayton ordered, smiling.
She whimpered again when Rory slid in behind her, rubbing her ass with one hand and squirting lube into her ass with the other one. “I can’t wait to sink my cock into your ass and see your ass red.”
Her pussy juice dripped down her leg, she was so excited. Tug reached under her, grabbing her nipple and pulling on it as he grunted.
Rory pushed two fingers into her ass, slowly stretching her. “God, you’re so tight.” Rory raked his hand down her spine gently as he added another finger to her ass.
Damn, damn!
Pain and pleasure mixed as he moved his fingers in and out of her. Her head dropped down, and she released Tug’s cock, sucking in her breath.
“Someone has released the cock from her mouth.” Rory snarled, and spanked her ass.
“Suck him, Cecil, and don’t stop till he comes.” Two more slaps 80
landed on her ass. At the same time, he removed his fingers and slowly pushed his cock past the tight ring in her ass.
Cecil cried around Tug’s cock as she sucked him. “Take it all, Cecil,” Tug said and pushed into her mouth further, as Clayton pumped into his ass.
“Move it, Rory. I can’t hold off much longer,” Clayton said and leaned forward, grabbing hold of Tug’s hair and pulling his neck to the side. “Mine!”
He sank his fangs into Tug’s neck as Rory slid his cock fully into her ass. His hands held tight on to her hips as he pumped in and out of her ass.
Cecil lifted her hand up and cupped Tug’s balls, panting around his cock. Sweat covered her skin, her arm shook, and her body tightened as Rory reached under her and rubbed her clit. “Come, Cecil,” he ordered.
“God!” she screamed, and swallowed Tug’s seed as he released his load down her throat. Cecil released Tug’s cock, and fell to the floor.
She watched as Tug rolled over and grabbed Clayton, bringing him to the floor, and sinking his fangs into his neck next to her mark.
Clayton moaned, shooting out another stream of sperm onto Tug.
“Damn, Tug!”
Cecil smiled and got up as Rory pulled out of her ass.
Going into the bathroom and turning on the shower, she stepped in. She sighed, letting the warm water relax her muscles. Never had she thought it possible to be so happy. The only thing that would make her happier would be to have her son in her arms.
Cade, Mommy’s waiting.
Tears mixed with the water. Tug’s gentle hands pulled her back against his body. “You’ll have him soon, I promise. We did get good news today, Cecil. The doctor found your earlier file and it seems the snake DNA is destroyed by the wolf’s. Every month, you were injected with the snake DNA. You won’t change anymore into the snake. The only thing that will remain is the protection: the fangs and the venom.” He kissed her neck.
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Chapter Twelve
Tug grabbed Cecil as she passed out. “Rory, Clayton, get in here and help me.” Tug picked her up and stepped out of the tub.
Clayton came in. “What happened?” He reached in, turning off the water.
Rory grabbed a couple of towels and followed them into the bedroom.
“I told her about the injections and the reversal process,” Tug said.
“I should have known it would too much for her.”
Sitting down on the bed, they slowly dried her body and hair as she blinked her eyes open, staring at him. “Is it really true? Did I pass out?” She moaned and rolled her eyes, embarrassed.
He laughed and hugged her. “Yes, it’s true, and, yes, you did.
Don’t do that to me again. You scared us all.” He growled, nibbling her neck.
“Well, then, I guess I’ll try not to.” She giggled and sat up, pouting. “I guess Stewart’s already gone now?” She grinned.
“No, he’s working on a tattoo for Jaycee.” Clayton laughed. “But I’m afraid her mates are having a fit about it too.”
“Hmm.” She got up, searched through her suitcase, and pulled out a small piece of paper. It was old and torn.
Cecil came back and sat on his lap, glancing up at him. “Do you think he could put this on my lower back?” She opened the paper, showing them.
A tear slipped down his cheek and his heart felt as if it was in his throat. “I’m sure he can do that,” he whispered, taking the picture she had drawn.
“It’s Brandon. It’s how I remember him before we were taken. We were playing tag. He had this laugh.” She wiped the tears away from her cheek. “Anyway, this way he’ll always be with me.”
Clayton pulled on his jeans. “You get dressed and I’ll talk to Stewart. Maybe he can do both yours and Jaycee’s tonight. It’s still early.”
Tug handed the picture to Clayton. Cecil got up and dug around in her bag again, pulling out a pair of shorts and tank top, then taking them into the bathroom.
Grabbing his jeans, Tug pulled them on and buttoned them up.
When Cecil walked back into the room, Rory growled, and 82
Clayton looked up. “What do you think you’re doing in that get up?”
Cecil frowned. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? I picked it out so Stewart could have access to my back and my breasts.”
Tug moaned. “You didn’t just say ‘have access to my breasts’.”
Rory moved toward her. “Yes, she did, and no one is going to have access to your breasts but us.”
“Oh, please! You guys are being silly.” She moved to the door and Tug grabbed her around the waist.
“Cecil, those shorts ride up your ass. A very nice ass, I might add, but no one needs to be staring at it.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m going to be sitting, Tug.”
“Fine, but if one male…”
She covered his mouth with hers in a gentle kiss. “I love you, Tug.
No man, except the three of you, will ever find his way into my heart as you guys have.” Cecil moved out of the room and he groaned.
“She had to say that now.” Rory clapped him on the back, laughing.
“You have to admit she keeps us on our toes. Never have I been more frustrated and happy.”
Rory followed her down the stairs. “But if she shakes that ass once more, I’m going to pounce on it again.” He grabbed her ass and pinched it.
“Hey!” She slapped his hand and laughed.
“Then quit shaking your ass,” he grumbled as she laughed.
“I wasn’t, but I can,” she teased, swinging her ass back and forth with more emphasis as she headed towards the kitchen.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to sink my cock into that piece of fine meat.” Tug said, and went to grab for her, but she took off, running towards the door and laughing.
The wolf inside him howled, and he took off after her.
Cecil ran into the room and smack into Remi’s back. Tug caught her as she fell backwards. “I caught my prey. What do I get for a reward?
How about some tail?” He rubbed his once-again hard cock against her ass.
“Later, Tug. I want my tattoo, please.” She glanced up at him, smiling.
He sighed. “Fine, but tonight I get to sink into that ass.”
She moaned and looked up as Clayton frowned down at her. “You let her wear this?”
Cecil growled. “
Let
me wear this? Excuse me, but I’m old enough to know how to choose my own clothes.”
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Tug pulled her back into his body and wrapped his arms around her. “Easy, Cecil, and for your information, we tried to stop her.”
Her body sagged against him. “Please stop. I didn’t mean to cause a fight between you two.”
Clayton traced his finger along the top of the tank top. “No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped.” He reached over and clasped the back of her neck, bringing his lips down on hers. His kiss was hard and possessive.
Clayton let his powers roll over her. His cock hardened and he moaned, then pulled back, smiling. “Tonight we’ll explain a few things to you, Cecil. Stewart will be done with Jaycee’s tattoo in about an hour. Would you like a tour of the pack’s dining hall and kitchen? There shouldn’t be anyone in there.” He held out his hand.
She smiled and placed her hand in his. “Thanks. We hadn’t gotten over there yet.”
Tug adjusted his cock. His body was rock-hard, ready to fuck. He and Rory followed Cecil and Clayton into the dining hall and stopped. The room filled with pack males.
“I thought it was going to be empty.” Whistles and hoots came from around the room. Men stood, pushing forward for a look at Cecil’s body.
Cecil moved behind Clayton, her small body shook as she clenched his shirt. “Not again, not again.”
Tug moved up behind her and she jumped as he wrapped his arms around her. “It’s okay. No one will hurt you.” He kissed her neck, frowning at her reaction. He glanced up to see Clayton frowning, too.
They slowly moved back into the main house, hiding her between them. Cecil was shaking. “Cecil, no one is going to hurt you here.” They stopped in the hallway and turned to stare at her. She wrung her hands in front of her and looked down at the floor.
“To keep us in line, the guards would take us in front of the men at the compound, naked,” she said. “They promised to let every man there have their way with us if we didn’t listen to them. They would let them touch us and poke us, but never fully attack us.” Tears dripped down her face as Sam stormed into the hallway.
“What the hell do you think you were doing, coming in there dressed like that?” he yelled at her, before he could see her shaking.
Clayton spun around. “Enough!”
“I’ll go change now,” she whispered, and disappeared down the hall.
Sam glared at Clayton. “She’s my little sister. I have a right to be furious.”
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“Shut up, Sam. We didn’t know anyone would be in there.” Tug pushed his hand through his hair and followed his small mate upstairs.
Cecil stood in front of the full-length mirror in the closet, staring at herself, then sighed. “I realized it wouldn’t matter what I wore. Men would still be men.” She smiled up at him. “I guess I still have issues I need to work out.”
Tug opened his arms and she flew into them. “We’ll work them out together, all of us. Now, come on. Stewart is ready for you.” He smiled, wrapping his arm around her as they descended the stairs.
Sam stood at the bottom of the stairs, frowning at her. Tug tightened his grip on her.
Don’t you say a word. She’s having enough problems dealing with
the past.
Sam nodded, pulling Cecil into a hug when she got to the bottom.
“I’m sorry about yelling at you earlier. I guess I still think of you as my baby sister.” Sam kissed her forehead.
Cecil laughed. “I’ll never forget that time when Grant came over to study for our final. You scared the crap out of him that night. We didn’t get any studying done.”
Sam grunted, walking next to them. “That little jerk only wanted to feel you up. Just because I was older didn’t mean I still didn’t have connections at the high school.”
“I think we need to go to your class reunion when they have one,”
Tug said pointedly.
Cecil laughed again, stepping into the kitchen. “What are you going to do? Bite him? Most likely he doesn’t even remember me.”
Shaking his head, Tug moaned. “She just doesn’t get it, does she?” He glanced at Sam and he smiled.
“Nope, she’s always been like that, believing in people. That’s what always scared Dad and me.”
Cecil rolled her eyes. “Dad wasn’t worried about me. He trusted me.”
Sam grinned. “Oh, really? You know that time you went to that boy/girl party? Did you know Dad had personally asked two older kids to watch over you? He actually paid them to make sure no boys touched you.”
Tug laughed as Cecil’s face turned red, and she put her hands on her hips. “He didn’t! Oh my God, that’s why not
one
guy danced with me that night. Did he do it at all the dances at school too?”
Sam nodded, smiling.
“That is so not fair. I was a teenager, for Pete’s sake! Every girl is 85
supposed to have her first kiss and dance at that age.”
“Hey, I thought you liked your first kiss.” Tug grabbed her around the waist and grasped her hair, tilting her head back and staring into her gaze.
Cecil smiled at him. “It was amazing, but I lost so much, Tug.
High school dances, the prom. They stole all that from me. I always dreamed…well never mind. I don’t think you want to hear that part.” She giggled.
Clayton growled behind them. “You dreamed of losing your virginity on prom night?”
She squirmed in his arms. “That is so not fair. Quit reading my mind! A girl is supposed to have some secrets.”
Jaycee laughed, moving next to her. “Don’t feel too bad, Cecil. I, too, missed all the dances, and the prom. That’s one of the reasons I wanted this dance on Valentine’s Day, to make up for all those I wasn’t at.”
Cecil pushed Tug’s hands away, and hugged Jaycee. “I guess you were right. We do have a lot in common.” She leaned back and smiled.
“Do you already have a dress for the night?”
Jaycee shook her head. “No, I’ll have to wear something I already have. With all the trouble around, I’m not allowed to go shopping right now.”
Tug felt like a first-class heel. Here he had been, groaning the whole time Jaycee had been planning this event. “Tell you what. You two go online, find the dresses you want at one of the local stores, and we’ll have someone pick them up for you.”