Trapped Between Two Alphas (8 page)

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Matt
bathed Cynthia even as she slept. He sensed the desolation inside Kris, and he
hated the fact he couldn’t do a thing to help him. She lay asleep in his arms.
Her face appeared happy and calm.

“I’ll
protect you for the rest of my life,” he said.

He
added some more hot water into the bath to warm her. Her body had been losing
heat fast since Kris disappeared. Even while she was chilled her brow grew
damp.

“You
can’t die. I won’t let you go. You’re our life. You have no idea how much you
mean to us.”

Leaning
her against the bath he grabbed some shampoo and soaped her hair. The need to
protect her filled every pore of his being.

Arnold
stopped outside the door.

“Come
in,” Matt said. He heard the big man open the front door then make his way up
the stairs.

Outside
of the bathroom
Arnold
stopped.

“You
can’t enter. I’m cleaning her.”

His
second-in-command let out a sigh.

“How
are you keeping, Alpha?”
Arnold
asked.

Matt
chuckled. “How do you think I’m keeping? I’ve finally found the mate meant for
me. Our two packs are once again joined, but she’s fading. I can sense it. Her
illness is far stronger, and I don’t understand it. It is like fate is forcing
us away from her.”

He
wiped the tear from his eye. Grabbing a cup from the sink he filled it with
bath water then washed out her hair.

“You’ve
got to change her soon, Alpha.”

“If
we change her early, Arnold, she dies. Shit, she’s human. She might die
anyway.”

He
hated the words the instant he left his lips. They hurt more than a physical
force hitting him in the gut.

“She
could survive, Alpha. Even as her body grows weak her mind is still strong. You
can sense it, and so can your men.”

Listening
through the door Matt finished washing Cynthia. He grabbed a towel from the
rail then wrapped her inside it.

“Open
the door. I’m bringing her through.” He lifted her in his arms.

Arnold
opened the door for him to walk through.

She
snuggled in close to Matt. His nakedness didn’t bother him. He hoped for
Cynthia one day to feel the same liberation in her body.

“She
looks worse than I imagined,”
Arnold
said.

Matt
ignored his man. He tucked her into bed then followed
Arnold
down the stairs. Going for the kitchen
he filled the kettle. She hadn’t put dinner on, but he didn’t care. Matt would
take over cooking. She didn’t eat enough anyway.

“How
are the men taking her presence?” Matt asked.

There
was a difference inside the two packs. He sensed it with every passing minute.
The connection had grown between him and Kris in the last few days.

But
the hunters were still a problem. Staring out of the window at the forest he
sensed Kris was near the waterfall.

“I
believe the men accept her as their alphas’ woman. They fear her illness,”
Arnold
said.

“How
do they know about her illness?”

Arnold
bowed down.

Matt
struggled to contain his anger.

“They
sense it, Alpha. They know she’s sick. We all want her well so we can be
introduced to her. They wish to meet the woman who tamed the two alphas.”

Matt
chuckled. The argument that had once claimed them had been erased between them.
Matt couldn’t even remember what the argument had been about.

Staring
up at the ceiling he felt Cynthia beginning to stir.

“We
won’t put the packs at risk. Whatever happens she will always come first. Do
you understand?”

Arnold
nodded then left the house.

Chapter
Eight

Cynthia opened her eyes. Trees
surrounded her vision. Glancing left and right she saw she lay in the forest.
Sitting up she gazed down to find herself naked.

Frowning, she ran her fingers
through her hair. The length had grown down to her waist. Her hair no longer
fell lifeless around her head and was once again long. She hadn’t possessed
long hair since the first round of treatments for her illness.

Her body was no longer thin and
frail. She cupped her breasts in her hands, shocked by the weight of them. The
weight on her hips and thighs made her chuckle. After being sick and weak for
so long the added weight felt wonderful.

She stood and kept her gaze down her
body. The mud that covered her body didn’t faze her.

Staring around her she felt the
earth around her. The dark mud had its own scent while the trees held a great
deal of smell. She walked over to the first tree and inhaled the odour of the
bark. The life inside her made her glow.

Laughing, she kicked up the dirt.

“I see you’ve finally woken,” Matt
said.

He stood naked on the hill above her,
his arms folded as he gazed down at her.

“What’s happened to me?” she asked.
“Not that I’m complaining. I feel healthy. I feel strong.”

She giggled then covered her mouth
to contain the sound.

“You look amazing,” he said.

“Good enough to eat,” Kris said.

Cynthia spun around to see Kris standing
behind her. He stood naked. His cock stood out long and thick.

She stood still as he reached out
cupping her cheek. Smiling she went to him. Wrapping her arms around his neck
she pulled him close. The strength inside her startled her. Matt moved behind
her.

Turning her head she wrapped her
free hand around him bringing him down to kiss.

“She’s a feisty one,” Kris said,
leaning down to suck on her breasts.

“I feel good.”

“Are you ready?” Matt asked. She
glanced at the man behind her to see his gaze over her shoulder.

Right before her eyes Matt and Kris
changed into wolves. In her mind she was scared, and then her body changed of
its own accord. She stood between them on all fours, a werewolf with white fur.

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Cynthia
awoke. Her heart pounded. Matt and Kris sat on the bed staring at her. Glancing
out of the window she saw it was dark.

“How
long have I been asleep?” she asked.

“You’ve
been asleep most of the day. How are you feeling?” Matt sat down next to her.

She
was no longer thriving like she’d been doing in the dream. Her body slowly
awakened, and all the aches came back to her.

Running
her fingers through her blonde hair she saw the length was short once again.
Tears sprang to her eyes. Her hair was lifeless and limp. She dropped her hand
to her lap. “It was a dream,” she said.

“What
was a dream?” Kris sat opposite her taking her hand within his.

Shaking
her head she wiped her eyes with her free hand. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve had
plenty of dreams similar to it.”

None
of the dreams ever had Matt or Kris. Long before she’d moved closer to them
she’d been dreaming about werewolves. She’d put the dreams down to her illness.

“Tell
us. Whatever has upset you?” Matt took her hand kissing it.

Letting
out a sigh she glanced at the window. “I’ve been having the dream for a while.
I wake up in the forest. The one you have out there.” She pointed behind her. “I’ve
never been inside the forest before, but I feel like I should be there. In the
dream that is. I wake up, and I feel strong and healthy. My hair is long and
like it used to be. I have weight and breasts.” She cupped her breasts feeling
their smallness in her palms. Cynthia chuckled. “I have breasts. Then I turn
into a wolf. It’s strange I know. This time you were both in the dream. You
turned into werewolves, and I wasn’t afraid. Go ahead, tell me I’m crazy.”

“You’re
not crazy,” Kris said. He took her lips under his. “How long have you had these
dreams?”

“Since
the first operation I had five years ago.” The dreams had been the one thing
keeping her strong. They gave her hope to one day be healthy enough to live her
life without fear of dying. Even as she thought about the hope the dreams gave
her, Cynthia knew it was a false hope.

“Do
the dreams scare you?” Matt asked.

She
shook her head. “No, they don’t scare me. Part of me wishes they were true and
that way I wouldn’t have to be afraid anymore.”

Matt
leaned down and kissed her. Kris did the same kissing her lips after Matt.

Cynthia
stared between both men. They looked down at her like she was something to eat.

“What
are you thinking?” she asked.

She
opened her legs, and his gaze moved from her face to her legs.

Matt
smiled. “I’m wondering what part to lick first. You look so damn sexy with your
legs splayed open. I’ve got to taste you to see.”

Arousal
gripped her at the feral heat in his eyes.

“Have
you ever had a man lick that sweet cunt?” he asked.

“No,
never,” she said.

His
smile widened. “I’m about to rectify that problem.” Matt crawled down the bed
until he lay between her spread thighs. She licked her lips as she felt his
breath on her pussy.

Kris
crawled behind her cushioning her body with his.

His
arms wrapped her holding her in place. She licked her lips again trying to calm
her rioting nerves. Matt’s breath brushed across her pussy making her moan and
ache with need.

“He’s
going to open your lips and lick along your slit. Hold onto me, baby. He’s
going to show you what real pleasure means.” Kris continued to talk in her ear.
His voice comforted her in more ways than his words.

****

Matt
stared down at her red, creamy pussy. She looked sore from Kris’s earlier
possession, but cream leaked out of her hole spurring him on.

Her
aroma invaded his senses driving him crazy with the need to claim her.

Kris
stroked her hair and held her in place.

Opening
her pussy lips he saw her swollen clit peeking at him. He swiped his tongue
over her slit, and Cynthia bucked underneath him.

She
cried out. The sounds spurred him on. Smashing his tongue to her clit he tasted
her essence and swallowed her down.

“Too
much,” she said.

He
sucked his fingers into his mouth wetting them before he pressed his fingers to
her cunt. Matt tongued her clit then pressed his fingers into her flesh.

“I’ve
got you, baby. Feel what he’s doing to you. Accept it, and come in his mouth.
He wants to taste you. Matt craves it, Cynthia. Give him your orgasm.”

Matt
replaced his fingers with his tongue fucking her. Her taste exploded on his
tongue as she slammed down on him. Her pelvis thrust up to meet each stroke.

“More,”
she said. Her words turned to screams as her climax descended on her. Moving
his hands to her hips Matt held her in place forcing her to accept his tongue.

“Stop!”
He slowed his stroke until her
tremors eased.

Staring
up at Cynthia, he saw her body shaking. “I want to fuck you now,” Matt said.

Her
head jerked in response.

Going
to his knees Matt ran his length through her slit coating the tip with arousal.
When he was satisfied he pressed the tip to her entrance. His gaze remained on
her pussy. Matt watched, transfixed, as his cock eased inside her pussy. Her
hole widened to accommodate him. He thrust inside her. Seated to the hilt he
returned his gaze to hers.

“I’m
inside you. Can you feel me?” he asked.

She
nodded.

Kris
smiled down at him. “Tight, isn’t she?”

Refusing
to answer him Matt kissed her,
then
started to move.
Even after Kris had taken her she was tight. He never wanted to be anywhere
else.

She
moaned as he pulled out and then slammed inside her. His beast rose to the
surface. He saw the fur slowly form on his arms. Eyes closed, Matt forced the
beast back into the cage built inside his mind.

“Calm
yourself,” Kris said.

Staring
at the other man he jerked his head in acknowledgement. He’d never put their
woman at risk.

“He’s
gone.”

Their
attention returned to Cynthia. She stared at them waiting. Smiling, Matt
gripped her hips slamming inside her. The need to claim her continued to rise.
Matt held little choice but to force it down. Now wasn’t the right time to
claim her.