Savage (7 page)

He kissed her with what felt like pent-up passion. When she placed her hands on his chest, the feel of his hard muscles, slick with sweat, called to her on some primal level.

“Christ,” Alric said gruffly. Dalia pulled away at the sound of their skin slapping together. She watched in lust-filled awe as he spanked Sam’s ass, over and over, the muscular flesh becoming red from the sensual abuse. Sam grunted in response and shoved his bottom back, causing the two wolves to growl as one.

“I can’t take it anymore. I need to be inside you, baby.” She struggled to keep her composure at the sound of Sam’s guttural plea. “Come here, baby. I need to feel you ride me.” Alric slid out of him and Sam rolled onto his back, his erection huge as it lay against his belly. She looked at Alric, felt his hands run up her back, and crawled over to Sam.

Dalia straddled his hips and his shaft pressed against her folds. It was an intense feeling, but she still felt empty. Hands on his chest, she glanced over her shoulder, saw Alric emerge from the bathroom void of the condom, and licked her lips. Alric stared at her mouth, and she felt the wicked desire to do it again. She was rewarded with an expression of lust on his face and the scent of his need for her in the air.

“Take me into your hand and guide me to your body,” Sam said as he panted beneath her. “I won’t last long, but I’m sure as hell going to make sure you cry out in pleasure before the end of it.”

His cock was hot and hard in her palm, and when she placed the tip against the opening of her body she felt their combined heat sear through her like a hot poker. She was glad there was no barrier between them. Aside from the fact that their kind was impervious to human diseases, she was already pregnant. That thought alone was like a splash of ice cold water on her. Looking down, she saw the slightly rounded swell of her stomach and looked between Sam and Alric. Did they find her body disgusting? They certainly didn’t act like they did, but she couldn’t help but wonder.

“Dalia,” Alric’s deep voice drew her away from her thoughts and she looked at him. He placed his hand on her belly and Sam did the same. “Let us just love you. Everything else will fall into place. That I have no worries about.”

It was easy enough for him to say. They didn’t have a crazed wolf after them, intent on causing harm because they had escaped. Would they still want her when Clay found her? And he would, she had no doubt about it. It was clear that Alric and Sam could take care of themselves—they were physically superior to Clay—but Clay had many followers, ones that weren’t afraid to fight dirty and kill to get what they wanted. She didn’t want to see Sam and Alric hurt, not then, and certainly not now that she knew what she was to them and they were to her.

“Stop thinking and just feel, baby.” She closed her eyes and let Sam’s words sink in. She wanted to get rid of the control Clay had over her, of the way he made her feel. She wanted to be with these males because they awoke something inside her that she couldn’t ignore, didn’t want to. They were right. Dalia just needed to stop thinking and start feeling. She would worry about the bad stuff later.

Chapter Nine

Sam couldn’t take his eyes off Dalia. She sat above him, her body gloriously naked and illuminated by the firelight. A light sheen of sweat covered her body. He had seen the conflict that had flashed behind her eyes. Her mind had gone somewhere else for a moment, and thank God Alric had been there, dragging her back to them. Whatever she had been thinking about had caused a frown to mar her pixie-like face and the scent of fear had encompassed her.

Alric stood behind her and caressed her. His mate was gentle, so very gentle with this woman who had come into their lives unexpectedly. She’d ended up on their doorstep, and he wanted to thank whoever had blessed their life with her as a mate. He’d never thought he could love someone, want someone as much as he cared for Alric, but as he stared at her, the warmth that spread through him would have dropped him to his knees if he hadn’t been lying down.

She took hold of his cock again and placed it at the entrance to her pussy. She was wet and hot and her cream slipped down his length. He took hold of her waist, wanting her to slide down on him, engulf his shaft and milk him until there wasn’t anything left. He was so close to coming. He cast a glance over his shoulder, saw Alric dip his head and kiss the area where her shoulder and neck met and gave him a look filled with promise.

When she started lowering herself onto him, her sweet little cunt stretching over his cock, surrounding him in slick heat, he let his head fall back and groaned. It was heaven on earth filling her up. He placed his thumb on her clit and started rubbing slow, steady circles around the already engorged bud. She moved her hips back and forth, as if seeking more of his touch—that, he could give her. He opened his eyes and watched Alric move his hands over her belly. He covered her breasts and thumbed her nipples until they turned a pretty shade of red. They swelled right before him, drawing up tight and beckoning him.

Dalia gasped as he gently lifted his hips. Fuck, but she felt good. Rubbing faster, her slickness coated his thumb and made his movements glide smoothly. She lifted her hips and the cries that came out of her were soft and needy. She rose and fell over him, her eyes closed and her head thrown back. Alric licked and nipped at her neck.

“Yes, oh… Yes.” Her cry was mewling and drawn out as her orgasm claimed her. His own climax tore through him at the slippery feel of her cream coating him.

“Jesus!” Neck straining from the strength it took for him to come, Sam gripped her hips tightly and held on. The very idea that he was pumping his seed into his other mate sent a sharp stab of possessiveness through him. She was theirs, and he was marking her. Once Alric had marked her as well every wolf would know that she was cherished and protected. No one would be able to take her away from them. No one.

Alric helped Dalia lay beside Sam, both of them exhausted but with a post-euphoric high lingering around them. He was so hard the pressure in his balls was near to bursting. He took his shaft in hand and started moving his palm up and down.

Their eyes were closed, their breathing haggard. He could smell Dalia’s saccharine pussy and Sam’s cum. “Baby.” His voice sounded guttural even to him, but when she looked at him and smiled, something inside him melted. “I need you.” Sam ran his hand up Alric’s leg and he felt his cock stiffen even more. Despite the fact that he knew Sam could get another erection at the drop of a hat, this moment was for Alric and Dalia. Sam leaned on his side and kissed Dalia’s temple. The gesture was sweet and exactly what he’d expected from his mate. Sam knew how to soothe, and at times Alric found himself lacking. But now there was Dalia, and he wanted to be as gentle as Sam, wanted to show her that he had as much softness inside him.

“Alric.” The sweet sound of her voice clenched his heart. Warmth spread through him at the sound of her sweet voice. Sam moved to the side and Alric positioned his back to his chest. Dalia immediately curled into him and he wrapped his arm around her slender shoulders. The smell of her had him closing his eyes and smiling. Sam’s scent also surrounded her, and that fact alone had his shaft harder than he had ever remembered.

“I want to feel you inside me,” she whispered against his chest.

“Damn, baby, I want that too, but maybe we should just wait. I know you have to be sore.” He wanted her badly, but he didn’t want to be with her if she was in pain. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her even more. Sam continued to run the pads of his fingers along his side and he felt the stiffening of his dick against his ass. He pressed back, tempting him to act on what they both wanted.

“I want you, Alric.” She lifted her head from his chest and looked at him. The need coming from her was tangible.

When their mouths were fused together Alric slid his tongue along hers. The feel of Sam’s hard cock along the crease of his ass spurred him on and he couldn’t wait any longer. He gripped her leg, lifted it and placed it over his thigh. The heat of her cunt was something that had him biting her bottom lip then dragging his tongue along it to soothe the flesh.

“Please…” She sounded desperate for him and he wasn’t going to make them suffer any longer. Sliding his finger along her folds, he felt her slick with a mixture of her arousal and Sam’s cum.

Her hips seemed to curl forward on their own, knowing exactly what he had to offer and seeking it out. He gripped his cock and moved the head along her cleft, teasing her clit then stopping at her pussy. Their kiss broke and he stared into her eyes, wanting to see her face when he took her for the first time. In one swift move he tunnelled into her. He was fast about it, but he made sure to be gentle. Her eyes widened at first then rolled back in her head. She was tight, hot and so fucking wet. He started pulling out and pushing in while he dropped his head and started nibbling at her throat. She gripped his shoulders and dug her nails into his flesh, causing a pleasurable sting of pain. He growled at the feeling, hoping she would hold him harder, dig her nails in farther so she left little crescent moons on his skin.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He swivelled his hips until he felt the enflamed tissue of her G-spot. He worked his hips, dragging the head of his shaft over that area until she murmured incoherently against him.

Sam parted his ass and ran his finger over his anus. The digit was slick and cool and he knew he was coating his hole with the lube he had used earlier. Just feeling Sam play with him back there had him moving closer and closer to coming, but he needed to feel his little flower explode around him. Reaching his hand around, he then smoothed his palm down the centre of her back and made a slow trek south, closer to her bottom. He pushed into her hard and quick and felt the curve of her ass along his hand.

When he slipped his finger along the crease of her cheeks she let out a breathy “Oh” and pushed back, lifting up and giving him better access. “One of these days, when you’re ready, I’m going to fuck you in the ass while Sammy fucks this tight little pussy.” Her gasp of surprise made him smile. He slammed into her harder and she clung to him. “We’re going to fuck you until you beg us to stop, until you are too sensitive to handle us.” He dragged his tongue along the seam of her lips. “We’re going to make you come so hard and so long you won’t be able to walk, baby.” He felt the puckered hole of her anus and ran a digit around it, gently pushing into her and feeling a slight resistance.

“I bet you feel incredible back here, Dalia. I bet when you come your tiny asshole will squeeze my cock while your pussy milks Sam’s shaft.” She exploded around him, her cry being swallowed when he pressed his mouth on hers. He pumped into her harder and harder until he was so close to coming his balls drew up. Sam sensed his impending orgasm and pushed his finger in his ass, causing him to come so hard he roared out.

“Oh, fuck,” he growled as his body shook with pleasure. Her cream seeped out of her, making his thrusts easy and smooth. When he pumped his orgasm into her and was depleted, he pulled her closer and buried his face in her hair. She smelt like vanilla, a flavour that drove him fucking mad with desire. Sam wrapped his arm around his stomach and snuggled into his back. He turned his head and Sam met him for a kiss. There was nothing better than this moment. He had both of his mates and they were safe and happy. There was nothing that was going to take that away from him.

Chapter Ten

The storm waged war outside, tiny pieces of ice slamming against the glass like bullets from Mother Nature. It had been three days since Dalia’s intimate encounter with Alric and Sam. It had been three days where she had felt cherished and loved, where she had only known pleasure and safety. How she longed to stay right here, letting Sam and Alric cocoon her, but she knew that wasn’t possible. Clay would be coming soon, she could feel it. To be able to sense him was a nightmare, but in this instance it was a blessing. She could leave before he came and hurt the two men that she had grown to care about. They claimed she was their mate, and that she had no doubt about. She felt it down to her bones, felt that she belonged to Sam and Alric the same as they belonged to her. But staying would only ensure she hurt them, and that was something she couldn’t live with.

They would be able to live without her. They had each other after all, but the very thought of having them die at the hands of Clay and his followers was something
she
couldn’t live with. There was no doubt in her mind that leaving them would be painful on so many levels, but a life of solitude and loneliness was worth the sacrifice to make sure they were safe.

The wind howled outside and Dalia placed her hand on the glass, feeling the iciness of the storm seep into her body. The weather continued its destructive path through the area, covering everything in a blanket of white. There had to be numerous feet of snow already on the ground. The blizzard had only relented for a few hours at a time, and each time it returned it was with a vengeance. A fire roared in the hearth and the smell of garlic and rosemary filled the cabin. Sam and Alric insisted on cooking her dinner, insisted on taking care of her. With her they were so attentive, so thorough.

She turned her attention away from the weather and saw the two men who had opened her eyes to something more. Alric stood over the stove stirring the sauce while Sam washed the vegetables for the salad at the sink. Just watching the two of them, so masculine and virile, do something so domestic brought a smile to her face. As if they both sensed her gaze, they faced her. Alric had a bit of sauce on his chin and Dalia couldn’t help but laugh. Sam wiped his hands on his apron, one that had a muscular chest screen-printed on it, and looked at Alric. Dalia laughed harder as the two men stared at each other then back at her. The sight of sauce on Alric and Sam’s ridiculous apron had her throwing her head back and laughing harder then she had ever laughed. Tears streamed from her eyes.