Authors: Tabitha Conall
An overwhelming lust draws werewolves to their two mates in this otherwise ordinary world. Deirdre, Jake and Sam find each other only to discover they must conquer an intractable foe or be separated forever. Their enemy breaks every rule to get what he wants. Can these three mates overcome their obstacles to find everlasting love?
The Alpha’s Pack
Stonewall Pack Alpha Series #1
Jake had never smelled anything better in his life. It was like earth and sex and home all rolled up together. He’d been looking for a restaurant where he could get some lunch, but ever since he’d smelled that scent, he couldn’t do anything but follow it.
He walked down a sidewalk lined with trees and quaint storefronts. The sun shined bright overhead. He passed a photo store, a butcher, and a book store as the smell grew stronger. As it became overwhelming, he felt himself growing hard. What the hell?
He had no control. Like a siren holding him in her grasp, the smell wrapped around him, sliding over his hair, heating his skin until he felt more turned on than ever before. He knew what this was. There was only one thing this could be.
Jake turned a corner and went down a little alley that opened into a flower-filled courtyard. A woman stood in the middle staring at him, and on the far side of her another man walked through a different alleyway entrance.
He’d found his mates.
Jake approached the woman. She was beautiful, to him. About medium height, shiny brown hair that brushed her shoulders, big blue eyes surrounded by thick lashes. Her skin was that pale that never tans, only burns. Her body was well-muscled yet slender, the perfect she-wolf’s body.
She watched him curiously but without fear. “Hello?”
Jake slid his hands around her waist and buried his nose in her neck. So good. She smelled so damn good.
Another pair of hands brushed against his as they took hold of her hips. Their third pressed his face into the other side of her throat.
“Oh, God,” she whispered.
He lifted his head enough to look into her eyes, their foreheads almost touching. “I’m Jake.”
“Deirdre,” she said.
The other man looked up, his eyes meeting Jake’s. “Sam.”
Sam had light brown hair and blue eyes that were a lighter color than Deirdre’s. He was a little shorter and less bulked up than Jake, but that wasn’t saying much. Jake stood at 6'2" and lifted at the gym regularly in order to enhance his natural wolf strength.
“You don’t smell like Pack,” Sam said. “Deirdre smells like Stonewall Pack, but you…”
Sam smelled like Pack too. They both did, but they smelled like different packs. If Deirdre was in the Stonewall Pack, it was a good guess Sam was in the Roanoke Pack. “I’m a Loner,” Jake said.
Sam’s face tensed.
Pack wolves didn’t like Loners. That was fine; Jake didn’t like pack wolves either.
And now he was mated to two of them.
With the scent of them filling his head and his cock hard as granite, he couldn’t find it in him to care. “Let’s worry about that later. There are more important things right now.”
“We need to go someplace,” she said.
He didn’t want to go anywhere. He wanted to drag his mates to the ground and claim them right here, right now. But Deirdre was right. Humans didn’t know about werewolves and they especially didn’t know that the mate bond was for threesomes rather than couples. Now wasn’t the time for them to find out.
The problem with going somewhere was that Sam and Deirdre almost surely lived in Pack territory. They wouldn’t be allowed to pass into a different pack’s territory any more than he could go there with them. That left one option. “I have a hotel room,” he said.
“In neutral territory,” Sam said.
“Of course.” That was solved, but now the bigger problem—he’d have to let go of them before they could walk to the hotel. Plus, he wasn’t sure he remembered where it was. He’d been in a fog on his way here, just following the scent.
Deirdre pushed against his chest. “Let’s go. The faster we leave, the faster we can get there.”
Jake pulled back, then lunged forward, pressing his lips against hers, a growl rising from his throat.
Then Jake grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the alley where he’d come in, Sam following behind them.
Walking to the hotel was the longest ten minutes of his life. He tried to get his mind off the conflagration to come, though it was hard with Deirdre’s small hand in his. So few people were blessed with mates; he’d never really thought he’d find his. Or that he even had any.
He’d just come here looking for a job, not his mates. Though he’d visited larger cities, Marysburg had the distinction of not just two long-standing werewolf packs, but also a sizable neutral area. That’s what drew him here. Loners weren’t welcome in pack territory, and pack territory was damn near everywhere.
But because Marysburg had two packs, the neutral area was large and housed most of the offices and other places of business. A Loner could find a job, get an apartment, live a life. That had been the plan. Until fate knocked him on his ass.
He followed the trail of his own scent back to the hotel. None of them spoke. Jake didn’t know what the other two were thinking, but he couldn’t quite form thoughts. If he’d spoken, he’d have ended up sounding like a fool, saying “wow” over and over.
Instead, he walked as fast as possible.
Deirdre couldn’t believe what was happening, but the solid feel of her mates’ hands—Jake on one side, Sam on the other—left her no doubt.
She’d dreamed about finding them, but it had taken so long. All through her twenties, she kept expecting to turn a corner and stumble on them. Finally, finally, they were together.
Jake led them into the Peacock Inn, a cute little bed and breakfast done in the Colonial style. She wouldn’t have pictured him staying here. He was big, muscular, tough-looking. His dark, almost black hair was cut military-style and his brown eyes were piercing. She pictured him in a spare room with little more than a pallet for a bed. Not doilies.
The stairs were narrow and he had to let go of her hand as they ascended. She felt the absence, then felt it doubly when she had to let go of Sam as well. Sam put his hand on her back. Did he feel it too, this overwhelming need to touch and lick and consume?
Jake jiggled his key in the lock then shoved the door open. He pulled her inside, pushed her up against the wall and devoured her mouth, his hands holding her wrists over her head. The door slid shut on its own.
Sam’s hand covered one of hers, their fingers interlocking. His fingers traced over hers, caressing.
Jake’s assault on her mouth had her head spinning. He didn’t let up, his breathing ragged, his tongue deep in her mouth, his lips massaging hers. His grip on her wrists was tight, as hard as the body he used to press her against the wall.
“My turn,” Sam said.
Jake waited a long minute then pulled away, breathing heavily, but he didn’t go far. With one hand still on her wrists, he grabbed Sam around the waist and pulled him between them. Even as Sam’s lips met hers, Jake stayed right beside him, his arm around Sam, chin on Sam’s shoulder, eyes gazing into Deirdre’s.
Not that she could keep her eyes open for long. Sam’s kiss was more gentle, coaxing, caressing. She lost herself in him. He kissed her long and deep, then trailed kisses along her throat. His hands slid down her sides and gripped her ass as he moaned.
“Mine,” Jake growled.
“And mine,” Sam said, his lips against her skin.
“No, mine,” Jake said. “Both of you.” With the arm around Sam’s waist and his other hand on Deirdre’s wrist, he pulled them toward the bed. At the edge he let them go and yanked his shirt over his head. Then he pulled Sam into his arms. Holding him by the back of his neck, he kissed him long and hard.
So good to see them together. Not just because it fueled her own arousal, either. Some men had a hard time with the bisexual aspects of mated threesomes. They knew that even if they were heterosexual up until they found their mates, they would nevertheless want their male mate just as much as their female. Some accepted it; others didn’t. Deirdre felt glad her mates welcomed each other.
She came up behind Sam, rubbed his back, kissed his shoulder blades, slid her arms around his waist.
The men released each other and hurriedly began to strip. Before she could take a breath, they had sandwiched her between them, Jake kissing her urgently.
From behind her, one of Sam’s hands burrowed under her shirt and snaked its way to her breast, kneading and caressing along the way. The other hand moved downward to cup her mound.
Deirdre felt as though sparks of electricity shot through her arteries, charging her muscles, as her two mates possessed her for the first time.
Sam got his hands under her shirt and pulled it up over her head, revealing her fire engine red bra. Thank goodness she’d worn it today. She’d never tell them she had only worn it because all her other bras were dirty. A girl was allowed a little mystique.
The men shucked their jeans then went to work on her pants, Jake unbuttoning and unzipping while Sam skimmed them down her legs. She kicked off her sandals and stood in just her bra and lacy black undies.
Sam made a sound of pleasure as he squeezed her butt. “Very nice.”
Jake and Sam still had their underwear on, too. She was never so happy to discover the answer to “boxers or briefs?” Sam wore black, green and white plaid boxers and Jake had on snug gray boxer-briefs. She loved those things. No doubt her men looked even better with their undies off.
Sam pulled all three of them onto the bed; they landed in a tangle of arms and legs, Deirdre in the middle.
“We’re still wearing clothes,” she protested.
“They’ll come off soon enough.” Sam pulled her flush against him, face to face. “We have a little warming up to do first.”
Jake propped up on his elbow. “Foreplay? Really?”
Sam ran his hand down Deirdre’s body to settle between her thighs. “You think there’s a better way to do this?”
Jake snuggled his body against her back, his cock pressing hard against the crease of her butt. “I think I’m not going to last through foreplay. This first time it’d be better to go right to the main course.”
She swatted at his thigh. “We’re not a meal.”
“You will be.”
“And you don’t consider that foreplay?”
He laughed deep in his throat, the sound ominously arousing.
Sam’s fingers pressed against Deirdre’s mons, then lower. She wished she didn’t have clothing on. He rubbed her through her panties, finding just the right spot after only a few seconds.
She arched her back as she moaned and pushed herself against his hand. “There,” she whispered. She felt awash in sensations and couldn’t catch her breath.
Jake undid her bra and slid it off her top arm. He kissed her neck and down her shoulder to her arm. Then he slid his top hand down her arm to her hand, his large one consuming her much smaller one, and laced his fingers with hers.
They were together, finally. And they’d be together for the rest of their lives.
Sam slid his hand under the elastic of Deirdre’s panties, through the soft hair covering her pussy and then into wet slippery heaven. A woman’s body had never felt so good before. And Jake…Sam had never kissed a man before, never wanted to. But as with all mate threesomes, he and Jake were as attracted to each other as they were to Deirdre. And that kiss had been out of this world.
Sam’s finger focused on Deirdre’s clit, rubbing it gently in a swirling motion. Around and around, using her natural lubrication to make his finger glide over her. Her breathing came quicker as he continued. He leaned in to kiss her, aware of Jake’s hand sliding over his arm and kneading his shoulder.
Deirdre’s body tightened, her head thrown back, then she shattered in their arms. Jake’s hand on his shoulder spasmed as she came, as though Jake felt the same thing Sam did–wonder, excitement, joy.
As she came back down, wilting in between them, Sam said, “How are we going to do this?”
“You in front, me in back?” Jake said.
“No.” Deirdre perked up. “No one in back.”
“Honey, it would be so good, all three of us connected,” Sam said.
“It would hurt,” she said.
“Have you tried it?” Jake rubbed her shoulder.
“Yes, once. But it hurt so much we didn’t actually do it.”
“I can make it feel good,” Jake said. “I promise.”
“Not now,” she said. “Maybe some other time. I’m not ready.”
Jake kissed the back of her shoulder. “Okay, honey. We won’t do it now.” His eyes met Sam’s.
Sam knew what Jake was trying to say—
not now, but soon
. He nodded, just once, then leaned in to kiss Deirdre. When he pulled back, he said, “So, one and then the other?”
“That’ll do for now,” Jake said. He sat up and in a few seconds had Deirdre flat on her back beneath him.