Authors: Tabitha Conall
The Alpha's Pack (9 page)
Deirdre grabbed a cock in each hand and stroked them. “You really think you can do this so it doesn’t hurt?”
“Absolutely, honey,” Jake said.
“And someone has lube?” she said.
“I’ve got some,” Sam said. “In a box somewhere.”
“You mean in a box on the front lawn.” She cocked an eyebrow. “I’m not going out there naked, are you?”
“I could—” Sam started, but Jake interrupted him.
“I’ve got some. I bought it yesterday just in case.”
Deirdre laughed. “You really want to do this.”
“I do.” Jake ran his hand up her shoulder and neck to cup her cheek. “It’ll be amazing.”
“All right, then.” Deirdre let go of their cocks. “How’s this done?”
Jake lay down on the bed and motioned to her. “Come and sit on my cock. Once you’re in place, Sam will mount you from behind.”
“Where’s the lube?” Sam said.
Jake told him, and Sam retrieved it from Jake’s bag. Meanwhile, Deirdre joined Jake on the bed, straddling his hips. She gripped his cock and led him into her pussy, then fucked him until they were both breathing hard.
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Sam crawled up behind her, and she stopped moving. After pushing her forward a little more, he squirted a good amount of lube onto her asshole. He couldn’t believe they were really going to do this, and so soon. More than anything, he’d have to make sure he didn’t hurt her, even a little. He wanted her to want to do this again. All the time.
He gently pushed one finger into her ass, distributing the lube as deep as he could. He fucked it in and out a couple of times, then pulled it out so he could squeeze some more lube in her. After that, he tried two fingers, then three, fucking her as deep as they’d go. “How’s it feel?”
“I’m okay,” she said.
“Just okay? We want better than okay,” Jake said.
“I’m a little scared.” She twisted to look at Sam. “It doesn’t hurt yet, but I still think it will.”
“I’m going to do everything I can to make sure that doesn’t happen,” Sam said. He pulled his fingers out. “I think we’re ready.” Sam squirted some lube on his cock and stroked it a few times so every inch was covered. Then he positioned himself at her opening.
“Just relax, honey,” Jake said. He pulled her attention back to himself, then leaned up to kiss her.
Sam pushed into her, just a little, just enough so it felt really fucking good.
Deirdre made a little noise in her throat.
“You okay?” Sam said, holding still.
“Yes.” Her voice wavered a little.
Sam pushed a little further inside, past the tight ring at the entrance. “Oh, God, it’s good.” Just a couple of more inches and he was completely inside of her. “Everything good?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I feel so full, everything’s tight. I’ve never felt like this before.”
“I can feel you,” Jake said. “Inside her. I could feel you sliding inside and right now—”
“I can feel you, too.”
“We’re really all together,” Deirdre said. “I love you both so much.”
Jake smoothed the hair back from her face. “I love you, too.” He looked over her shoulder at Sam. “Both of you.”
“I love you both, too,” Sam said. His heart had never felt so full. And the best thing he could do was to give his mates pleasure. “I’m going to move now.” Sam slid out and back in again. The lube had done its job and he had no trouble fucking her smoothly.
Both Deirdre and Jake moaned each time Sam was completely inside her. Jake couldn’t move much in the position he was in any more than Deirdre could, but Sam was sure they felt his every stroke.
He kept up a smooth and steady pace, although with every thrust he felt more and more like coming. She was so tight around him and he could feel Jake inside her and the three of them were all joined together and he’d never done anything so fucking hot in his life.
With a cry, Sam squeezed Deirdre’s hips and released himself inside her. He was still shaking moments later when he pulled out and collapsed at the foot of the bed. There wasn’t really room for him to lie down next to them. He had no idea how they were going to sleep.
Deirdre picked up her pace again, sliding up and down on Jake’s cock. Sam leaned over so he could squeeze his hand between them and rub her clit.
“Oh, God, that feels good,” Deirdre moaned.
Sam kept rubbing until she shattered. Jake cried out, thrusting up into her as she came on his cock and coming himself.
The three of them wriggled around on the bed until they managed to fit themselves on it, sandwiched with Deirdre in the middle. Three days ago, Sam had no idea what was coming. Now he couldn’t imagine life without his mates. As Deirdre and Jake drifted off to sleep, Sam laid his arm over both of them. His. Forever.
Author's Note
I really liked writing Deirdre, Jake and Sam's story; I hope you liked it as much I do! This is the first of a four-part series. The other installments will be released soon.
If you liked this novella, it would be a huge help to me if you would please consider leaving a review.
Thank you!
Tabitha Conall
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Coming in 2013
Protecting the Pack
Tabitha Conall
A stand-alone novel set in the same world as the Stonewall Pack Alpha series.
In an otherwise modern world where werewolves mate in triads, one threesome faces overwhelming obstacles to everlasting love. The mating lust pulls Chris, Ben and Alexandra together, flooding them with the desire to mark each other and seal their bond. But a rival group, misplaced love and ghosts from their pasts pull them apart, possibly forever. Their future, their love, and even their lives hang in the balance.
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The Alpha’s Obsession
Tabitha Conall
The Stonewall Pack Alpha Series #2
Hidden in an otherwise modern world, werewolves mate in threesomes dictated by a mating lust that tells them without doubt who their fated mates are. After struggling through years of separation made worse by the mating urge riding them all, three werewolves come together once again. Maeve, Nate and Damian must face their past in a fight for their love and their lives. Can they overcome their demons to find a love that lasts?
Excerpt
“I had to keep you safe,” she said.
“And now?” Damian’s voice grew harder. “What makes you think we won’t challenge him now?”
Maeve gave a short laugh. “A little late for that.” When neither Nate nor Damian responded, a little line formed between her eyebrows. “He’s dead.”
“He’s not dead,” Damian said. “He’s just banished.”
Maeve stopped breathing, frozen with her mouth open. Then she jumped up and headed for the door. She turned back toward them just as Nate reached for her. “He’s dead,” she said, her voice full of breath.
Nate grabbed her around the waist. Maeve’s legs gave out, and the two of them landed on the floor. “It’s okay, sweetie,” he said. His heart beat hard. She’d been leaving. He couldn’t let her leave.
“He’s dead. He has to be dead. I came back because he’s dead.”
Nate felt her words like a knife in his chest. She wouldn’t have come back if she’d known Ted wasn’t dead? Did she know how much that hurt Nate and Damian?
“He has to be dead.” She trembled in his arms.
“Look at me,” Nate said, tightening his arms around her. “He’s gone. And if he ever shows his face again, we’ll take care of him. We’re not going to let him hurt you.”
Damian stood behind them, silent. He hadn’t moved since she’d headed for the door.
“He can’t know I’m here,” she whispered, eyes wide. “I have to leave.”
“You promised me you’d never leave again,” Nate said.
Her eyes lost a little glassiness and focused on his.
“You’re not leaving. You understand me? Say it.”
She took a breath.
“Say it.” He held her cheek, making her look at him. “You can’t leave us again. Say you’ll stay with us.”
She wet her lips. “I’ll stay with you.” Her voice sounded thready.
Nate leaned closer to her and put his forehead on hers. “We won’t let him hurt you. I promise.”
“I’ll kill him,” Damian said, voice quiet.
“Okay?” Nate said. “You’ll be okay.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
He couldn’t believe she thought she’d walk out on them again. His heart still hadn’t stopped pounding. He knew one way to keep her here. All three of them had been in pain with the mate bond not complete, but that was nothing compared to how it would feel once they’d bonded. If he wanted her to stay, he had to make sure she’d never be able to go. He needed to mark her.
She was so close. Her lips, so close. “You’re not leaving,” he said gruffly, and pressed his lips hard against hers.
For a second, she let him plunder her mouth but didn’t respond. Then she wound her arms around his neck and pulled him in tighter, kissing him back as ardently as he kissed her. It felt so good. She was in his arms at last.
He had to mark her. But no way in hell was he doing it lying on the living room’s hardwood floor. He disentangled himself and pushed to his feet, pulled her up, then swung her into his arms.
“What—” she said.
“I’m marking her,” Nate said to Damian.
Nate carried her up the stairs. Damian didn’t follow.
The Right Man
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Beth worked hard for a long time to get Billy out of her life, and now that she has, she feels exhausted. Worn-out. Beaten down. So when Jake walks back into her life, she feels like it’s more than she can handle.
But Jake won’t take no for an answer. He let Beth go once, and there’s no way he’s going to do it again. If he has to remind her who she is in order to keep her, that’s exactly what he’ll do.
This erotic romance short story sports hot, wet sex in the shower, in the kitchen, and yes, in the bedroom, years-long yearning, a jealous ex-husband, and a dozen roses.
Excerpt
“Bullshit. You’re scared.” He came over to stand a breath away from her. “Billy was an ass. But not all men are like that. Give me a chance.”
His beautiful brown eyes were warm, passionate. Part of her wanted to curl into his arms and find out just how passionate he could be. The rest of her remembered what it was like to belong to a man—to be his chattel, to do what he wanted, to have no power. Passion wasn’t worth giving up her soul.
Jake touched her cheek with the tips of his fingers, then ran his thumb very lightly over her lips. “Just give me a chance,” he whispered. “You can always throw me out in the morning.”
She chuckled. “You always could make me laugh.”
His smile flashed briefly before his lips covered hers. He wrapped her in his arms and held her tight against his body. She could feel him hard against her, shoulders to knees. Had Billy ever held her like this? She couldn’t remember ever feeling this wanted.
Then she stopped thinking entirely as their kiss deepened and his hands gripped her ass.
About the Author
Tabitha fell in love with love when she wrote her first play at the age of eight. That story involved three princes who fell in love with three princesses. With time, boyfriends and a degree in writing, her stories gained not just deeper conflict but also a lot more flesh. Now she describes not just the princes and princesses falling in love and all the obstacles they have to conquer, but also what happens when they close the bedroom door. What could be more perfect?
Find out more at Tabitha's website at
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