Sold To The Alphas: A BBW Paranormal Romance (10 page)

"Tremendously."

Now that he'd already delivered my first swat, Grayson didn't seem interested in any more talk or preamble. He sat down on the log with me still over his shoulder. He immediately reached back, lifted me by the shoulders, and began positioning me over his lap, rear high in the air. His and Chase's shifter strength, and their ability to seemingly carry me and lift me without an ounce of effort, never failed to give me a little thrill, and the present moment was no exception.

I didn't have much time to contemplate this, though, as Grayson was already pulling down my underwear with a quiet low growl rumbling in his chest once again. Seeing Chase's big black boots in the dirt to my right, just out of the corner of my eye, let me know that he was watching the entire scene. For some reason, this gave me even more of a little thrill than Grayson's display of his shifter strength had.

Craning my neck, I lifted my gaze to look at Chase. "I feel that I only deserve one spanking, at the very most, so when Grayson's finished, don't think that you'll be giving me another one. Because you won't be."

Chase spoke in a low, husky croak. "Wrong."

Not a split-second after Chase had spoken, I felt the first smack of Grayson's hand on my rear. It hadn't been an incredibly hard smack, and in fact, it had actually been a much lighter one than I'd been expecting.  I'd wanted it to be a harder one, I realized to my surprise.

I twisted around on Grayson's lap a bit, trying to look up at him without really succeeding. "Pathetic. I barely even felt that."

I absolutely for sure, felt the next several smacks of his hand. I felt them to the point that I gasped with each one, squirming on his lap like he'd "dreamed" about me doing. Apparently part of his dream as well was to take a pause to caress my rear, running a large, strong hand over each of my cheeks with a barely-audible groan, because he soon did just that.

And that was when I noticed that he was becoming hard, was actually quite hard already, to the point that I could feel his erection even through his jeans. The feel of it pressing against my feminine mound, combined with my position over his lap, also combined with the feel of my stinging rear cheeks, was enough to make me wet right then.

I wanted Grayson, badly. I wanted to feel his hardness inside of me.  I was going to have to wait. Because he wasn't quite finished with my little punishment yet. I had to endure at least a dozen more sharp, stinging swats before he was. Though maybe
endure
wasn't exactly the right word.
Enjoy
might have been more apt.

Then it was Chase's turn to take me over his knee. He'd waited patiently, watching, and while he positioned me just how he wanted me, rear high in the air, I could feel that, like Grayson, he was hard as a rock, his erection straining against the fabric of his jeans.

While I panted, squirmed, gasped, and even cried out periodically, Chase spanked my bare rear for at least a solid minute before finishing my punishment with one final swat so hard it actually made me cringe. Though almost immediately, I was pretty sure my expression became one of rapture when Chase put a hand between my parted legs and then slid two fingers into my slickness.

I exhaled in a fluttery sigh. "Oh, yes. Yes, Chase."

With his breathing heavy, rising above the babble of the nearby stream, he began slowly working his fingers in and out of my slickness. To add to the intensely pleasurable sensation, before each slide in of his fingers, he brushed his fingertips against my most sensitive spot, which was now throbbing and tingling.

My eyes rolled back in my head, seemingly of their own accord, and my voice came out in a breathless whisper.

"Don't stop, Chase. Please don't stop."

Making a few low growls and periodic grunts, he didn't, and very soon I was lost in a world of pleasure, right there in the sunlit forest. Beside us, the stream gurgled and sparkled, and all around us, birds flitted from tree to tree, chirping.

The warm late April air smelled of earth and the new bright green leaves on the trees. I clutched at a patch of clover beneath my hands, soon becoming so immersed in my very own little sensual paradise that I practically forgot my own name.

However, I soon remembered it. I heard Grayson growl it softly, and I opened my eyes to see him kneeling on the patch of clover in front of me, his shirt off and his jeans and underwear down around his knees. His rock-hard pole bobbed mere inches from my face, and I knew what I was supposed to do with it. I knew what I
wanted
to do with it.

Still bent over Chase's lap with my well-warmed rear in the air while he continued working his long, strong fingers in and out of my slickness, I extended my tongue and gave Grayson's thick pole a few long, slow licks, making him groan.

Moving on his knees, he inched a little closer to me, until I could comfortably take him into my mouth, which I immediately did, bracing my hands on either side of his slim hips. He groaned again, and simultaneously, Chase increased the pace of his thrusting fingers, still brushing his fingertips against my most sensitive spot before each slide in. I began moaning, slowly bobbing my head to work Grayson's granite-hard shaft in and out of my mouth, making him groan and growl, tangling his fingers in my long, dark hair.

My plateau of pleasure didn't last long, because it was a level of pleasure so intense I couldn't keep my body from hurtling toward a climax even if I'd tried. Soon I released Grayson's shaft from my mouth, crying out, while every muscle in my body seemed to clench and release at once, sending waves of pure pleasure shuddering through me. Chase drove his fingers deeper and deeper inside of me until the very last spasm of my ecstasy had passed, leaving me limp over his lap. Though not limp for long.

Once I'd caught my breath, I saw Grayson slowly stroking his manhood in front of me, obviously in desperate need of release if the rapid pace of his ragged breathing was any indication. I was more than happy to oblige him, especially since I wanted another release of my own, though this time with the feeling of his hardness inside of me.

Assisted by Chase, I got up from Chase's lap, my gaze on Grayson. "I want to ride you both, but you first, Grayson, because I think you might be in more desperate need."

Not even a fraction of a second after I'd finished speaking, Grayson pulled me down in the clover with him, somehow sliding into me even while he did so. The moment I was comfortably sitting on top of him, straddling his hips with his shaft buried deep inside of me, he began moving his hips, gripping mine while he did so. Moaning with my head thrown back, I soon began moving in rhythm with his upward thrusts while Chase undressed nearby, seeming to be fixated on my movements and my bouncing breasts.

Several minutes later, after Grayson had climaxed with a growl, filling me with the warmth of his masculine essence, Chase pulled me off Grayson and onto himself. Having come close to a second release with Grayson but not quite getting there, I began riding Chase eagerly, knowing I was close. And soon, while he groaned with his own climax, the ecstasy of my second one washed over me in waves, making me cry out his name, though my speech was so garbled at this point it was barely intelligible.

The three of us rested in the bed of clover, embracing, while the bright, late afternoon sun began to fade.

While Grayson smoothed my hair, I looked at him, smiling. "I think that was the most fun I've ever had without using a Tickler."

Holding me from behind, Chase planted a tender kiss along the nape of my neck. "And to think...other than Ticklers, we haven't even yet introduced you to anything in our little treasure chest of pleasure toys from Ashcrest. Firm emphasis on
yet
."

CHAPTER SIX

Suddenly intensely curious, I turned my face to look at Chase. "What 'little treasure chest of pleasure toys from Ashcrest'? Where is it? And
what's
in it?"

Chase's jewel-green eyes twinkled in the fading sunlight when he responded.

"The 'treasure chest' is actually under your own bed, in your own cabin. You've just never noticed it before. As to what's in it...well, we'll show you sometime. Sometime very soon. But I'll just tell you now, as you can probably imagine, the 'treasure chest' is full of things to further increase your pleasure, which is something Grayson and I want, for its own sake, though we also believe that the more pleasure you experience, the faster you'll become pregnant.

“Which is something Grayson and I both want, too, very badly, needless to say. Though we've both obviously grown to care about you deeply since we purchased you at the auction, our mutual hope of having a child was, of course, the whole reason we purchased you in the first place."

With his eyes still twinkling, Chase paused briefly before continuing. "So, I hate to tell you, gorgeous Miss Rowan, but you're in for much more pleasure until then, until you conceive. Though I'm sure you're in for much more pleasure after that, too, no matter if it's Grayson or me who gets you pregnant. I think it's pretty obvious neither of us can keep our hands off you."

Chase's delectable mouth curved in a lazy grin, but I found I couldn't muster even the most perfunctory of smiles. While he'd been speaking, my heart had been sinking like a stone. I'd been so preoccupied worrying about Skye the previous week that I'd mostly been able to put my fertility deception out of my mind. But now, obviously, I couldn't any longer.

As terrible as it made me feel to continue to allow Chase and Grayson to think I might become pregnant, and maybe even soon, I was still determined not to reveal my deception until after Skye was rescued.

The way I saw it, revealing the truth any sooner might actually put her rescue and her life in jeopardy. At best, I figured Chase and Grayson might become so distraught, angry, and distracted that they wouldn't be able to completely focus on orchestrating the raid that would secure her freedom. At worst, I thought it was possible that after learning about my deception, they might not even attempt to rescue her, as a way to get back at me.

Chase and Grayson weren't petty, vengeful men; I knew them well enough by this point to know that for sure. However, the "crime" I felt I was committing by not telling them the truth wasn't exactly a petty one. I knew they'd both be crushed -- devastated even,  once they learned the truth. I had no idea how they'd react. If they still agreed to lead their men in a raid to rescue Skye, I had no idea if they'd be able to be as effective as they ordinarily would be.

I couldn't risk them being distracted. Not when they'd both just finalized plans for the rescue raid the day before. Now they were just waiting on a few wolf shifter friends they had further up north.

Like Chase and Grayson and their pack, these wolves weren't evil and didn't hurt and kill for sport, and in fact, the opposite. They were protectors of sorts, like Chase and Grayson, and the only reason they weren't part of the Shadowfen pack was because they preferred a more solitary existence in a place where there weren't as many of the havoc-wreaking type of wolves around.

After Stone, the experienced spy of Chase and Grayson's pack, had returned from his first mission spying on the wolves who had Skye, bringing news that she was okay, it soon become clear to Chase and Grayson, that they'd need more men in order to do a successful raid and rescue her.

The shifter wolf pack holding Skye several miles away was a large one, at least double the size of Chase and Grayson's pack. This was the primary reason that the Bloodfur wolves, as Chase and Grayson had begun to refer to this other pack because of the animal blood they streaked their fur with when attacking a town, had been able to kidnap Skye in the first place.

Being that there were so many of these Bloodfur wolves, Chase, Grayson, and their men had their hands quite full protecting the people of Greenleaf, and they hadn't been able to prevent some of the Bloodfur wolves from entering the town. Now that Stone had been able to get an accurate count of these wolves via his stealthy spying activities, it was clear that Chase and Grayson needed backup. So, they were going to wait for their friends from far up north, who, hopefully, would be arriving within a few days.
If
we were lucky, that is.
If
they didn't encounter any obstacles along the way, like any of the dozens of murderous, dark-hearted wolf packs between them and Shadowfen.

In the meantime, I just tried to take comfort from what Stone had said after each of his two spying missions. He'd specifically said that while Skye didn't exactly look thrilled to be in captivity, she didn't appear to be in distress, either.

She often looked a little bored, Stone had said. Because the Bloodfur wolves moved around the state frequently, they currently lived in portable tents within the forest, and Skye was being kept in one of these tents, though Stone said she often sat outside on a rock, gazing into the sky or reading the same tattered paperback book over and over.

I knew it was likely a specific favorite of hers that she often carried around in her back pocket. I figured she'd probably been kidnapped with it on her person. Ironically, it was about a young woman kidnapped by a band of evil maniacs.

The Bloodfur wolves brought her meals and watched her constantly, not taking their eyes off her long enough for Stone to rescue her without being caught, but other than that, they seemed to be mostly steering clear of her.

This baffled Chase, Grayson, and me, even while at the same time, we were incredibly relieved to hear that information. I'd actually been so relieved to hear she wasn't being sexually attacked by any of the Bloodfur wolves that I'd had to sit down, dizzy and tearful.

When Stone had said that none of the shifters had even entered her tent while he'd been spying, even briefly, I'd cried so hard, flooded with thankfulness, that Chase and Grayson  had to take turns holding me for several minutes until I'd been able to stop.

It wasn't until shortly after Stone's second spying mission that he'd been able to figure out exactly
why
Skye was being treated fairly well and wasn't being sexually attacked. Richard, the Bloodfur wolves' alpha, was absent from their encampment. He hadn't been seen when his men had attacked Greenleaf.

Eventually, during his second mission, Stone had been able to very carefully eavesdrop on some of the wolves' conversations and had learned that Richard was very far south, hundreds of miles south, actually, trying to kidnap fertile women from a small town near Ashcrest.

Figuring he had a better chance of not attracting the attention of the Ashcrest dragons if he slipped in and out of this small town rather than attacking it with his shifters, Richard had only taken one of his shifters with him.

The shifter that Richard had taken with him was a wolf called a
scenter
, a rare kind of wolf with such keen smelling skills as to have the ability to detect fertile women based on scent alone. These scenter shifters were so rare as to almost be unheard of, though somehow, Richard had two in his pack, the one with him, and one back at the encampment with Skye.

I thanked my lucky stars that Chase and Grayson didn't have one in their pack, because I knew my fertility deception would have no doubt been discovered shortly after my arrival in Shadowfen.

Clearly, the scenter that Richard had
not
taken with him had somehow caught Skye's fertile scent after Richard had left on his trip, and the pack decided to move in and kidnap Skye even in his absence.

They probably figured she would be a nice surprise for him upon his arrival home, especially if he wasn't able to abduct a fertile young woman from the small town near Ashcrest. That was why the Bloodfur wolves were treating Skye fairly well. They were saving her, healthy, unharmed, and un-impregnated, for their alpha.

The only thing Chase and Grayson were still baffled about was why the Bloodfur's scenter had scented Skye as fertile.

"Because the medical tests revealed her as
in
fertile, correct?" Grayson had asked me.

"Because if the tests had revealed her as fertile, she would have been put up for sale at the auction along with you and the others, right?"

Before I'd been able to respond, before I'd even begun to
think
of a response, Chase had spoken. "Well, maybe it's possible she's one of those 'possibly fertile' women. One of those where it's a medical long-shot, but it's still technically possible. Do you know if that's what her medical tests revealed, Rowan?"

Rowan didn’t have an answer. "I really can't talk about this right now. I'm still too worried about Skye to even think about the precise reason she was abducted."

Chase and Grayson had both immediately apologized and taken me into their arms, saying that they shouldn't have been so insensitive. This had, of course, made me feel like the biggest villain that ever lived. The biggest liar. The biggest fraud. Because, of course, I knew damn well why Skye had been taken. The scenter's nose hadn't been off. Skye wasn't 'possibly fertile.'

She had been deemed completely fertile. While I'd been deemed completely infertile. I'd only switched our test results to spare her what I'd thought would be a hellish existence. Little had I known that life with Chase and Grayson would be anything but hellish.

I knew that once Skye was rescued, which I had faith that she would be, I'd have a hell of a lot of explaining to do, and to three different people. Her, Chase, and Grayson.

I knew Skye would forgive me. I just knew it. Being familiar with her and her caring, generous nature, I knew that once she learned the truth, she'd probably thank me for trying to save her by switching our fertility test results, even though that effort had led to a lot of deception. It was the reactions of the two men in my life I just wasn't too sure about.

Once it had been determined why Skye had been taken, and once Stone had assured me that she was being treated decently and surely would be until Richard returned from his trip, which he wasn't supposed to do for weeks, I'd forced myself to forget about it all.

My deception, my infertility, having to eventually tell Chase and Grayson the truth, their possible eventual reactions, just everything. Because I'd grown to care so much about them both, and because I'd grown to feel virtually addicted to the intimacy the three of us shared, I just wanted to enjoy spending time with them as long as I possibly could.

Because I knew that it was very, very likely that eventually, they would turn me away. They both might even hate me. A scenario so painful I could barely stand to contemplate it. So, I'd been forcing myself not to think about it.However, right then in the forest, while I rested in Chase and Grayson's arms after our outdoor punishment-slash-lovemaking session, I couldn't
not
think about it. While Chase talked about how badly he and Grayson wanted me to become pregnant, I couldn't
not
think about how very soon our intimacy would likely be coming to a screeching halt.

I'd likely be retreating back to Greenleaf, hanging my head in shame. I'd likely never be seeing Chase or Grayson ever again. All because I'd just wanted to be a good, protective big sister. I hadn't set out to hurt and deceive anyone.

No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't return the grin that had spread across Chase's face while he'd been talking about the possibility of me becoming pregnant soon. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't force the sides of my mouth to lift.

After a long moment spent studying my face with his grin becoming replaced by a frown, Chase asked me what was wrong; but before I could come up with some explanation or excuse, he continued speaking. "I'm sorry, Rowan. I've been a complete, insensitive ass.

“You probably can't even think about a happy event like you becoming pregnant while Skye is still being held by the Bloodfurs. I know it would probably kill you to not be able to call her to share the happy news the moment we get it, and now, like a complete jerk, I've just reminded you of that. Is that it? Is that why you're looking so sad all of a sudden?"