Who's Riding Red? (6 page)

They somehow managed to get cleaned up and back to the cottage before darkness fell. Phillipa penned a note to her grandmother and sent it with Jacob, hoping his return would be swift so they could begin their lives together. She didn’t kiss him goodbye to keep his scent from her body, but she let him see the tears in her eyes as he made his departure.

She wasn’t ready to face the men who slept in her bed so soon after having Jacob inside of her, so she slipped into the small room under the stairs and lit the candles throughout the room. It was a library that held a small hearth and a desk clear of papers. Bookshelves lined the walls and were filled from floor to ceiling with books. From the amount of dust that had gathered along the shelves, she assumed that the wolves were not big readers.

Phillipa selected a thin volume of poetry and curled onto the window seat that faced the path she’d taken down to the pond. She covered herself with a soft afghan that had been folded on the seat and leaned her head against the glass. This was the one room in the cottage that let in sufficient light from the windows.

The rain was coming down in sheets and lightning tore the sky in two. Thunder shook the rafters and she pulled the blanket tighter around her as the sky went completely black.

Darkness had fallen.

Thumps and howls from above the stairs loosened the plaster on the ceiling so white powder drifted down and gathered on the dark furniture. Heavy footsteps echoed through the hallways and shook the floor as the wolves left the cottage for their nightly hunt. The cottage door slammed and she knew she was alone until they returned; ready to use her body to sate their lust.

Phillipa shivered as desire coursed through her. She wanted to be with Jacob, and she wanted to be free, but she didn’t know how she’d ever again be able to be satisfied with just one man’s touch. The body held too much hidden pleasure to limit it so. She closed her eyes and dreamed of Jacob and another man
a man who would accept them both into his bed and life. A man who would love another man’s child as much as his own. A man who could share her equally.

***

Phillipa woke to complete darkness and hands pulling her to her feet, while fingers teased her body into a fierce arousal. The blindfold kept her from knowing how many hands touched her, but every glance across her body made the heat spread at a faster tempo.

“You will belong to us all tonight, Phillipa,” Wulf’s voice whispered in her ear. He nipped at her lobe and she turned her head to catch his mouth in a kiss.

She was lifted in someone’s arms as they made their way up the stairs, and she tracked their progress in her head as they turned into the first door on the right
into the room that held the manacles hanging from the ceiling. She shuddered against her captor’s arms and he laughed against her hair.

“Been snooping, have you, little one?” Wulf asked.

He set her to the ground and she was grabbed by another set of hands. The manacles were snapped around her wrists, and the chain was pulled taut so her arms were raised above her head to the point she could barely touch the ground with her toes. Her hair was fastened in a loose chignon at her back of her neck by one set of hands, while another pair helped fastened restraints around her ankles, pulling those chains taut until she was completely suspended in the air.

A bucket of warm water was poured over her. Hands rubbed sweet smelling soap across every part of her body, sparing no crevice. She thought she was surely past the point of blushing, but she felt the flush rise up from her toes as she was prodded and cleaned. Something was inserted inside her pussy and a warm gush of water entered her, cleaning her from the inside out. She flinched as the same thing was done to her rear entrance, and fought against her bonds as more warm water filled her bowels.

They rinsed her several more times with buckets of warm water, and she heard more water splashing across the floor, no doubt cleaning the wood and directing everything to the drain in the center of the room.

She was shivering by the time the chains were loosened and she was standing on her own two feet again. Strong arms once again picked her up and carried her out of the room and into the one next door
the room where she’d first discovered Jacob.

The light of candles flickered behind her blindfold as they entered the room. She was sat on her feet, but the floor wasn’t hard as it had been the first time she’d entered it. Soft fur tickled between her toes as she was led to the center of the room and pushed to her knees. The blindfold was lifted and her mouth opened in surprise.

Wolves surrounded her, all in their human form, but their cocks were erect and their eyes were filled with desi
re for her. She recognized Lúc and Mattius, but she’d never been introduced to the others.

Wulf walked to the opposite end of the room and sat upon a throne like chair he’d set up on a dais. Attached to it was one of the ivory phalluses that had held Jacob captive. He stroked his cock in his hand and positioned himself over it, sinking down slowly until the phallus disappeared inside him.

He met her gaze as he impaled himself, and she felt herself moisten. She felt slicker than usual and it wasn’t until she looked down that she realized all of her curls were gone, exposing her sex and her desire completely.

One of the other wolves went to his master and knelt at his feet before taking Wulf’s rigid length in his mouth.

“Phillipa is yours on this night,” Wulf said clearly. “You may take her however you please, but do not release your seed inside her womb. That is for me and me alone. Feed your lust tonight as you would fill your stomachs when hunting.”

Phillipa kept her gaze on Wulf, oddly compelled to watch as the other wolf serviced him. Hands reached for her and fingers entered her pussy as a cock was thrust into her mouth. She held onto the man’s thighs as he pushed himself down her throat. It didn’t take long before his cock swelled in her mouth and he shot his come down her throat. When he pulled away, her eyes were still on Wulf
’
s. And his on hers.

Thick fingers rubbed at her pussy and spread her juices to her rear passage. Someone massaged her anus gently before pushing first one finger, then a second, in slowly. Another cock filled her mouth just as the man behind her removed his fingers and replaced it with the head of his cock.

She moaned around the cock in her mouth as a plump head pushed inside her tight passage. The only time she’d done this before was with Richard, and this man was much larger than her first lover. She released the cock in her mouth and bent low on all fours to make his entrance easier. Hot breath blew against her neck and he bit down on her shoulder gently as he pushed all the way inside of her.

Their breaths panted in tandem, and Phillipa couldn’t help but whimper at the feel of him stretching her to the point of pain. She was surely torn in two by the massive cock. He licked the spot on her shoulder where he’d bitten her and shudders coursed through her body.

“Call my name,” he whispered against her ear. “Tis Ewen.”

He pulled out of her slowly and worked himself back and forth, loosening her hole as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Say it!” He demanded.

“Ewen!” Phillipa screamed just as he slammed inside of her.

Her pussy poured out her release, and spots danced in front of her eyes at the pleasure/pain that assaulted her body. She was no longer inside her own body, the pleasure too much for her to bear. Ewan growled behind her and let out a howl as his come shot into her. He fell away from her only to be replaced by another cock and another name.

“I am Royce,” this one said as he slid easily inside of her.

Royce pulled her back so he lay beneath her and she sat facing away from him. Facing Wulf. She watched one of his wolves bend him over his throne and take him from behind.

Royce grasped her by the hips and began moving beneath her so she bounced up and down on his cock, but he paused as Mattius knelt between her legs. He kissed her deeply and pushed her back so she was lying against Royce’s chest. Royce grabbed her breasts and plucked her nipples as Mattius entered her pussy slow enough to drive her mad with desire. She tried to move against him, but Royce held her still from beneath as Mattius held her hips down.

“Fuck,” Mattius whispered.

Phillipa had never felt so full in her life. Only a thin wall separated their cocks from touching, and she flexed around them, making them both groan at the feeling. Mattius began to move, setting the pace for all of them. He pistoned in and out of her body as Royce moved opposite of his thrusts.

Two wolves crawled up beside her and she held their cocks in her hand, stroking them to the same rhythm as she was being penetrated. Hot come squirted across her breasts just as Mattius pulled out of her and spilled himself across her stomach. Royce shouted beneath her and swelled inside of her, filling her ass with his seed.

When those wolves crawled off, more replaced them. And on and on it went until Phillipa was exhausted by the releases that frequently shook her body. She was bent over one of the tall wooden boxes as the last wolf, the one who’d been sucking Wulf’s cock, thrust in and out of her pussy. She was covered in come and her own juices.

Her body was almost numb from the pleasure and she gave a sigh of relief as the lone wolf pulled out of her at the last minute and shoved himself inside her anal passage, swelling to immense proportions as his seed filled her body. He slumped over her in exhaustion and she heard Wulf call out in a distant voice.

“Enough,” he said. “She is mine now.”

He gathered her up in his arms and carried her to her room, where he sat her in a tub filled with warm water that had been placed in front of the hearth. He scrubbed the evidence of the other wolves from her body and dried her tenderly before placing her in the middle of the bed.

“You did me proud tonight, Phillipa. It is not a weak woman who can take all of my pack and survive. You are worthy to be the mother of my heir.”

He kissed her softly, delving his tongue into her mouth, sucking at her lips and drinking in her sweetness. He kissed his way down her neck, nibbling her skin as he moved down to pay attention to her breasts. They plumped in his hands and he suckled at the tips that glistened like fresh raspberries.

“So sweet, little one.”

She whimpered as his mouth moved lower, his tongue swirling over the swell of her belly down to the bare folds that glistened with never ending desire. He laved her nether lips slowly, savoring her taste until her hips were jerking beneath his ministrations. He pushed his fingers inside her and curved his fingers upward, moving his tongue faster and faster against her swollen bud.

“Please, Wulf. I can’t take any more.”

Her body broke at the moment, the tremors of her climax starting deep within her womb and rolling outwards to the very tips of her fingers and toes.

“You can always take more, little one,” he said, his breath whispering against her sensitive flesh.

He crawled over her body until he was poised at her entrance. His hair hung down and tickled her neck, and even as she shook her head in denial, her legs opened to accept him. He pushed inside her in one smooth stroke. Her body was too exhausted to move against him, so she lay there as he pushed in and out of her.

“Did you like seeing another man’s mouth on my cock,” he whispered in her ear. “Another man spilling his seed inside of me?”

Phillipa moaned as the images she’d witnessed replayed through her mind.

“Answer me,” he demanded.

Sweat gathered on his brow as he began to move faster, and he repositioned their bodies so her legs were thrown over his shoulders and he could penetrate deeper. He pressed against her so she could almost touch her lips to her knees.

“Yes,” she moaned. “I liked it.”

“I liked watching my wolves take you as well. They will have free reign over your body from now on until you conceive.” His hips pistoned impossibly fast, his speed and ferocity something not quite human. “If they pass you on the stairs or in the gardens and wish to take you from behind, you’re to bend over and open yourself to them. Do you understand?”

“Yesss,” Phillipa moaned as her pussy clenched around him at the thought of being taken anytime or anywhere.

“Good girl,” he said, thrusting one last time before he began to swell and his hot seed filled her womb.

Chapter Eleven:

The days since Jacob’s departure turned into months, and Phillipa had convinced herself that he had abandoned her completely. The other wolves no longer spoke of Jacob or his betrayal, though they still searched for him, she knew.

Her life had changed since the night the wolves had claimed her as their own. She was rarely left alone, for the unmated males had been long without female touch or companionship. She’d made friends with many of her lovers and even allowed them to come inside her when Wulf was nowhere near. They all thought they were getting away with betraying their leader, but Phillipa continued to eat the pieces of root daily.

Her skin had tanned lightly from the time she spent outdoors and her hair had grown past her waist. Wulf now stared at her with questioning and untrusting eyes since her stomach had continued to stay flat. He was getting suspicious and he was taking her more violently, so she had trouble walking after they mated.

She’d become the closest to Mattius over the past months, and it was usually he that walked with her down to the pond in the daylight hours. He seemed to truly enjoy making love to her, but there were days when he could tell she was tired and they just lay in the grass and talked.

He’d woken early this day to come with her on her afternoon journey. The others were still asleep inside the cottage, and they were alone in her favorite spot by the pond.

“The master knows you’re doing something to keep yourself from getting with child,” Mattius warned her as he kissed the back of her neck. “He knows it’s not his lack, as he’s sired whelps off of others without trouble while waiting for you to grow round.”

Phillipa turned to face him, her eyes wide with fear. “What does he plan to do to me?”

“He’s going to lock you in the upstairs room and keep you chained without food and water until your body is cleansed from whatever you’ve been taking.”

Tears leaked from her eyes and for the first time since Jacob left with her letter to her grandmother, despair filled her soul.

“What is it, Phillipa? You know you can tell me. I would never betray you.”

“It’s just that
I thought I would be gone from here by now.”

“You’re the reason Jacob left,” he said on a sigh. “I should have known he would try to help you. He’s never been as hard as the rest of us.”

Phillipa told him everything, and she wept against his neck as he held her close. He kissed away her tears until she’d calmed and was kissing him back. She straddled his hips and he lay back on the grass, his dark skin a contrast against hers she never tired of. His cock was hard and pulsed beneath her moist pussy, but she didn’t take him in. Not yet.

She leaned over him so he could take her breasts into his mouth. Liquid heat drenched her pussy at his touch and she closed her eyes at the feelings bombarding her system. The afternoon sun beating down on her shoulders and the soft grass beneath her knees. The water that lapped at the edge of the pond and the wind whispering through the trees.

She held his cock steady as she impaled herself on him. They both moaned at the ecstasy of the invasion, and she bit her lip as he pushed against the opening of her womb when she finally sat upon him fully. His hands grasped her hips and she began to ride him with nothing but pleasure in mind.

It wasn’t until Mattius stiffened beneath her, a warm hand clamped over her mouth and a sword pointed at her lover’s throat that she realized something was amiss.

“Tell me, Mattius. Whose side are you on? Phillipa’s or your master
’
s? Make your choice quickly.”

Phillipa gasped at the sound of Jacob’s familiar voice, and she turned to see him, but he held her still.

“Phillipa
’
s,” Mattius said. “Always. What would you have me do?”

“I’d ask you to do nothing. I’ve led English soldiers through Wulf’s shield and to the cottage.”

Phillipa gasped and fought to face Jacob, her despair and desperation clear on her face.

“Phillipa has become close to some of the wolves over the past months,” Mattius said. “She is worried for their safety.”

“I told the soldiers to kill Wulf and only those who attacked. It’s the best I can do, Phillipa, if you still expect to gain your freedom.”

She nodded in compliance as the first sounds of battle echoed from up the hill.

“Good, girl,” he said, dropping his sword from Mattius
’s
throat and kneeling beside her. “God, I missed you.”

He kissed her and the touch was so familiar that it brought tears to her eyes. Mattius was still hard inside her and she began to move over him as Jacob deepened his kiss.

“We don’t have long,” Jacob said as she loosened his breeches and took his rigid cock in her hand.

“Then be quick,” Phillipa said with a smile. “Take me, Jacob. It’s been so long since you’ve been inside of me.”

He nodded, stripping out of his clothes quickly, and positioning himself behind her. Phillipa lay flat, so her breasts rubbed against Mattius
’s
chest, and she stared deep into his chocolate eyes as Jacob moistened her rear passage with his finger before lining his cock up with her hole. He pushed in gently and she kissed Mattius on the lips as Jacob slid to the hilt inside of her.

“Mmm, it’s been too long,” Jacob said. “I won’t last.”

“
We’ll
have plenty of time later. Just fuck me,” Phillipa begged.

Jacob slammed into her just as Mattius raised her hips, so their cocks pistoned in and out of her steadily. Her climax took her by surprise at the dual assault and she clenched her muscles around them. It wasn’t long before she felt the swell of cocks inside her and the hot release of their come as it coated her inner walls.

They sank to the ground, and Jacob pulled out of her and fell down beside them. She couldn’t help but touch both of them, but the afterglow didn’t last long.

Growls erupted from her
lovers’
throats followed by yelps and whimpers. Jacob’s eyes flashed from gray to yellow even as Mattius
’s
shifted from black to yellow and then back again. Their bones and faces contorted to that of their wolf form, but their bodies couldn’t seem to make up their minds as they shifted back and forth with impossible speed.

Phillipa crawled away and stood up quickly. She held her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. Surely they couldn’t be dying.

“Mattius,” she cried. “Jacob. Please wake up.”

Tears streamed down her face as they twitched on the ground in front of her, and it wasn’t until she heard footsteps coming down the path that she remembered the danger up at the cottage.

She grabbed the sword Jacob had dropped and turned to face her enemy.

“Are you going to run me through, then?” Richard asked, his brow arched in surprise.

“Richard? This can’t be. You’re.

“Dead?” he answered. “There was a time when I wished for it. Believe me.”

“But how?”

“I was turned by one of the wolves who attacked me that night in the clearing. That’s what took Jacob so long to return for you. He’d gotten word from the others that I’d become one of them, and he told me his plan. But the first thing we had to do was kill the one who sired me, so Jacob and I hunted him down together before going to your grandmother.”

He came closer, dressed in his armor, but his sword was sheathed at his back. “Don’t worry for them, my love. They are making the transition back to their human forms. Wulf is dead. And you and the others are free if they wish to be.”

Phillipa was speechless. Could all the men in her life truly be well and whole?

“Would you not greet me with a kiss?” Richard asked.

Phillipa ran into his arms and kissed him between bouts of laughter and tears. She struggled to get him out of his armor, and as soon as the last of it dropped to the ground she wrapped her legs around him. He laid her to the grass and barely had his breeches pulled around his hips before he was inside her.

Her fingers dug for purchase in the grass as he pounded into her, but it was a hand she encountered instead. Jacob held her hand and leaned in for a kiss, staring at her with eyes so human it almost broke her heart. Someone grabbed her other hand, and Mattius leaned in to kiss her just as Jacob had done.

“I love you all,” Phillipa panted as her muscles tightened and her climax slammed through her body. She screamed her pleasure as Richard stiffened above her and spilled his seed against her walls.

They collapsed together, stealing kisses and long caresses before being interrupted from their bliss.

“I can see your mother talked to you about the duties of a wife,” a wizened voice said from the edge of the path. “Well, which one are you going to marry?”

Phillipa sat up, and for the first time in months was aware of her nakedness. The woman standing before her was dressed elegantly, her cheekbones regal, her skin smooth and her posture straight. She looked a great deal like her mother, and not at all old enough to be her grandmother.

“Grandmother?” Phillipa asked.