Forrest, Dawn - Alphas' Prize [WeresRus] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (19 page)

“We can wait,” Yuri said reluctantly.

“If you do not be happy, then we do not to be happy also. But I do not promise to stop tempting you,” Vlad explained.

Wow, shortie down, homie down, Angela was right.

“I went on the pill as soon as I ‘became.’ Oral contraception,” she added for clarity when they looked confused. “But I’m unsure how effective it is for my beast form or with my general physiology. In all probability, you may get your wish sooner rather than later. But thank you anyway.” She reached out and cupped Yuri’s face. He smiled, leaned in, and rubbed his cheek against her palm. Such little-yet-intimate gestures they made, and yet it meant a lot to them all.

“We intended to leave two days after the full-moon run, but I am thinking you will want to stay here a little longer?” Vlad asked.

“I would appreciate time to see my mom and make sure that she is okay.”

Jesus, in a short time she would be bound to two mates and on her way to Siberia. She would never in a million years have seen this coming so soon.

“I am feeling with energy again. The food was good, but I still have a hunger.”

Vlad swept the plates aside, peeled off her bathrobe, and easily lifted her off his brother’s lap and deposited her onto the table. He stood between her wide-spread thighs and loomed over her as he gently pushed her to lie down. She felt herself relax and her body become compliant despite being laid flat on a hard surface. His hands trailed over her breasts, pausing to gently tug on her taut nipples before resuming the sensuous sweep of her torso. His long hair tickled her skin. She moaned with pleasure and approval of his touch. With a deep growl he sat down on the chair, still positioned between her wide-spread legs, and dipped his head lower. He kissed and nibbled the soft sensitive skin on her thighs, teasing her as he slowly worked his lips closer and closer to the apex of her legs.

He was taking his very sweet time about it so that when she eventually felt the glorious sensation of his hot tongue pressed against her clit she cried out. Already she was so close to coming that she panted hard, moaned, and squirmed in his hold. She heard and felt vibrations of his chuckle against her sex.

“I am loving the little sounds you make when you are being excited,” he murmured.

She growled in bliss as he resumed the circular teasing of his tongue, stimulating the receptive nerve endings that fired synapses of pleasure throughout her core. Her pelvic muscles clenched and spasmed as the climax bloomed, expanded, and tore its way up her spine, escaping in the scream that left her throat.

Vlad stood, ripped the towel away from his waist and plunged into her. Her last coherent thought, as he surged
through the waves of her contracting cunt,
was that he was well named
.
Vlad The Impaler
.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” she chanted between snatched breaths.

Her orgasm didn’t stop but continued to blossom and grow. She wrapped her legs high around his hips to keep from being shunted up the table as he fucked into her with abandon. He hooked his arms beneath her shoulders and pulled her onto him as he shafted her hard, fast, and deep. The pleasure rolled on and on until it was too much to hold. She dragged him closer with her hands tangled in his long hair. All that broiling, seething sexual energy they’d built detonated with her bite to his shoulder. He stiffed and roared as he poured his seed into her. She howled loudly as the metallic taste of his blood in her mouth opened him to her. He was hers.

“Mine!” she growled savagely before she slumped back on the table and nearly passed out.

“Holy Fuck,” whispered Yuri.

* * * *

Katherine sat at the rustic wooden dining table and ate some beef stew. She wasn’t a fancy cook but could rustle up a few tasty staple meals. Unfortunately her taste buds were subdued by her concern for Jo. She had to force herself to chew and swallow each mouthful, knowing that she would need to be in peak physical condition if she were to go up against the Pack. Silver-nitrate bullets, surprise, and, she hoped, a reluctance to kill a female were about the only things on her side. The odds were not in her favor, but then she’d never been one for betting.

It wasn’t pitch-black outside the cabin tonight because of the cloudless sky and the bright, nearly full waxing moon. The cabin wasn’t connected to the electricity grid, and there wasn’t a generator, but she preferred the cozy light cast from the flames of the fire in the hearth and a few kerosene lamps and candles. The stove, fridge, and heating all ran on gas, and there was a large LPG tank behind the building. Sitting by the fire, curled up on the comfortable, over-stuffed sofa, she selected some of her favorite stirring Maori battle verses on her electronic reader to get into a valiant frame of mind. After five minutes she gave up. What she really needed to do was relax, switch off, and lose herself in a bit of fantasy. She trawled through her collection of romances. No, she did not want to read anything to do with werewolves—she was living it. An historical western ought to do the trick.

Twenty minutes later, she had only managed to read a few pages because she just couldn’t concentrate. There was no way she would be able to settle and sleep tonight if she didn’t check her phone messages one more time. Giving thanks for the fact that she had enhanced night vision, she decided to run up the mountain again, taking her gun just in case she met something more dangerous than her. Fortunately she managed to avoid what would have been a very unpleasant run-in with a skunk and reached the top of the ridge in half an hour.

She nearly wept with relief when she heard Jo’s voice mail. She didn’t recognize the number that Jo had used to call her from. She knew that she shouldn’t call back, but her need to speak to her daughter was too strong. Biting her lip she hit the return-call button and anxiously listened to the dial tone while waiting for someone to answer. Whoever owned the phone was taking their sweet time about it.

“
Da,
” a deep voice growled sharply.

“Huh?” Katherine was taken aback by the abrupt male response. She certainly wasn’t expecting the noises in the background. It sounded as if someone, a woman, was in pain, and another person, probably male judging by the deep grunts and groans, was straining to lift a heavy object. Where the heck was her daughter?

The voice at the end of the phone really did growl. “Who is this?”

“I want to speak to Joanna,” she demanded.

There was a loud shriek and another loud grunt.
What the fuck is going on?

“Who is this?” he asked again, sounding very irritated. “How you get this number?”

She heard muffled voices and a deep, sinister-sounding chuckle. A very distinctive voice that sounded a lot like Jo’s wailed, “God, not yet, wait. No more. I can’t take another one. Oh, oh, ohhhh.”

“Listen you prick, if you hurt my daughter I swear to the Almighty I’ll cut your balls off and feed them to you as a paste. Now let me speak to Joanna.” She snarled the words with as much venom as possible.

“Oh I’m—I’m…” she heard Joanna shriek.
What are the sadistic bastards doing to her?

“Joanna’s mother?” The tone of voice changed to one of awkward surprise.

“Yes.”

“Er, please be waiting, she is just, er…just…coming.” He now sounded flustered.

Katherine heard rustling and muffled words. “Fuck, be quiet. Yuri, stop it, and be leaving her pussy alone. It is your mother, Joanna.”

“W–what? My mother! Give me the phone, Vlad.”

Stunned, Katherine waited while she heard more rustling and curses.

“Mom?” the tentative, breathless voice of her daughter asked.

“That would be me. I take it you aren’t actually being tortured as I first thought?”

“Er…no…not in the way you may think.”

She sighed wearily but with some relief. “What’s going on? Landscape only, spare me the details please.”

Katherine reached the cabin an hour later, feeling a plethora of emotions, so many she couldn’t begin to describe, but elated, hopeful, nervous, and cautious were all definitely in there. She was astonished yet overjoyed that her daughter had found not one but two strong true-mates to protect her, and they seemed to be getting on well. There was some sorrow at the thought of Jo leaving for Siberia. She was, of course, concerned for her daughter and what would happen on the full moon tomorrow night. She wished she could be there to help prepare Jo for the bonding. They had decided that Katherine must remain where she was until after the full moon. Her options then would depend on the Were Council and Will Hawke’s intentions toward her. Could and would they protect her, or at least help her to find a safe place where she would be left alone? Jo would have a better idea after the meeting tomorrow.

After the initial high of finally hearing some good news, she now suddenly felt exhausted. The stress of the last two days, the concerns of the last twenty-four years, caught up like a delayed-baggage train, and she knew she was going to crash. With monumental effort she forced herself to move and put a guard in front of the fire, snuff out the candles, and carry one lantern to the main bedroom. With bone-deep weariness, she managed to struggle out of her jeans and take her bra off without removing her T-shirt before she fell into the big, comfortable bed. It was bliss to snuggle under the duck-down duvet and close her eyes knowing that Jo was safe.

* * * *

The phone call from her mother cooled her ardor for a few minutes, but at least she had been able to ease her mom’s concerns for her welfare, and she felt better now that she knew her mom was still safe. Yuri and Vlad looked supremely happy when she had excitedly told her mom about meeting her mates. They had insisted on formally introducing themselves and offered their protection and support, which meant a lot to her.

They had an important day ahead of them tomorrow. They were expected to attend the Council meeting first thing in the morning to get an agreement on Katherine’s freedom and protection and to confront Ashok Khan. Once the sun had set and the moon came into full ascendance, they had an even-more-important night to look forward to. It would have been wise to get some sleep, but Jo still felt sexy and needy for her mates, unfeasible as it was after the sex and numerous incredible orgasms they had shared in what was only a short time.

She was pleasantly surprised when Vlad expressed some concern for her well-being.

“Are you very much sore or tired, my mate? Your body is not being accustomed to this much sex, and you have difficult time in last few days.”

His thoughtfulness touched her because it was clear that he wanted to continue. She could feel and see his arousal.

“I feel great, Vlad, honestly I do. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you both.”

“You will be getting enough, more than enough, we will be making sure of it,” Yuri asserted.

She laughed. “You know what I mean. This thing between us is intense. I want you just as much as you seem to want me, I’m a werewolf, too, you know.”

Yuri kissed her neck and stroked her hair. She swore that she found herself darn well purring with pleasure.

“I am knowing, and I thank the moon for it.” He growled in that way of his that charged her desire. Looking at her with a serious expression, he continued, “But it means that we must be making preparation for tomorrow meeting with Were Council. Already your scent is changing as you absorb the pheromones in our cum, but you are still being very attractive to unmated males.” He squeezed her buttocks in his hand and massaged them, pulling the taut, firm cheeks apart and skimming over her anus with a finger. “It will be much more better for you to smell strongly of us. It is being necessary for maximum absorption that we fill you here.”

Oh my God, he can’t possibly mean…
but his next words confirmed it.

“Mmm, you have firm, tight bottom. A treat for us.”

Regardless of her raging hormones, anxious trepidation shot through her, and she tensed a little, swallowing hard.

“So let me get this straight. You’re saying that it’ll be better for me if I smell more like you, and the fastest way to do that is for you to…to…ejaculate in my bottom?”
God, that sounded uptight.

“
Da
, relax. Fucking of ass is being common amongst our kind.”

It is? Well, this was something that her mom had not-surprisingly neglected to mention.

“We will be making you scream,” Vlad said with a smoldering look transmitting his lust. His excitement was palpable. He clearly wanted this and not just for the reason stated.

“Scream?” she almost yelped. That didn’t sound so great.

“With very big pleasure,” he quickly added.

“Are you sure it’s really necessary?” She could see the logic, but it didn’t quell her nerves. Just a few hours ago she’d been a virgin for goodness’s sake, yet now she was fucking two males and about to take it up the butt!

“It is being the fastest way to keep you safe. If you are smelling strongly of us the others will not be too tempted to try to take you,” Yuri explained.

My God, if a guy had spun me this line last week I’d have laughed and given him points for originality and sheer gall.

“Tonight, we will be filling you so full of our cum that tomorrow morning you will reek of us, and there will be no mistaking who your mates are. You will be sucking my cock and swallowing my seed while Vlad is filling up that lovely bottom. Then we will rest a few minutes, swap positions, and do again. Later, when we are waking in morning, we will be coming on your body and rubbing it into your skin. You will not wash.” He looked pleased with the planned strategy, like a general plotting for a battle he is sure to win. “Do not be worrying, my mate, as with all things from now on, we are to be taking care of you. Let us get some rest first.”