City Wolves: Paranormal Shapeshifter Werewolf Romance Bundle (Master of the City / Mistress of the City) (11 page)

“
T
hat’s it
, baby,” The man with his cock in her mouth muttered, shoving his hips forward gently. She relaxed her throat and took more of him. His words faltered, becoming a groan, one echoed by her own when two thick fingers slid into her pussy.

“Take it all… That’s it.” Jace lifted his head. She made a sound of protest at the loss of his lips, but his big hands cupped her breasts and he tweaked her nipples. “Fuck, you look fantastic… Do you like that cock in your mouth?”

Unable to nod, she made a small sound of pleasure. Jace’s slow chuckle surrounded them and he tweaked her nipples again, pinching and pulling the sensitive buds gently. She whimpered this time, pleasure arrowing from her nipple straight down to her clit, and her pussy clenched around the invading fingers.

“God, she’s wet. Wet and tight,” the man between her legs lifted his head to mutter.

Then his tongue returned, lashing over her clit in a sensual attack. She arched her back and rocked her hips to get more sensation, moaning and flicking her tongue over the head of the cock in her mouth. Her body tightened in rhythmic waves, signaling her impending release.

Jace kissed up over her breasts and along her neck to nuzzle below her ear.

“You know what happens if you let them make you come, don’t you?” He whispered.

Pulling back, to lick along the shaft in front of her, she managed a small shake of the head. She had a good idea, she wanted to hear him say it.

“We’re going to fuck you.” His breath warm over her neck, Jace’s words were dark temptation. “One after the other. In all your holes. We’re going to fill you, fuck you, until you scream… Until you can’t walk properly.”

Thick fingers plunged into her pussy again, curling back to press against her G spot. Liquid heat escaped her, bathing the invading fingers and she whimpered.

“She’s almost there.” The words were whispered against her clit, and then a hot mouth covered it. Sucked it deep, as a warm, wet tongue flickered over it rapidly. It was enough and too much all at once. Her head dropped back as pleasure hit her broadside. Sensation exploded through her body as though each cell had been coiled tight and exploded all at once, creating a firework display of sheer pleasure cascading through her body.

Masculine groans filled the air around them, appreciation and lust thick in the air like perfume. They moved, but her attention was hijacked by the sensations coursing through her body. Her legs were pushed wider, a muscular male body pressing between them. Something warm and hard rubbed between her pussy lips, then fit against the entrance to her cunt. She opened her eyes to see one of the masked men looming over her. He pressed forward, and the thick head of his cock breached her. She sucked a breath in, letting go on a moan of pleasure as he slid deep. He was big, thick and wide, but nothing she couldn’t handle. Not as big as Jace, but his cock was big enough to cause a ripple of pleasure through her cunt.

He threw his head back, baring his teeth as he groaned. “She’s tight, so fucking tight… I’m not gonna last long.”

She didn’t answer that one, instead arching her back and bearing down on his cock as he thrust into her again, and again. A hard, fast pace that rocked the table beneath them. Hand smoothed over her, cupping her tits. Not Jace, she’d know his touch anywhere, like she would his kiss as he turned her head with a finger under her chin and claimed her lips.

She groaned into his mouth, as each hard thrust fed the waves of pleasure within her. Anticipation wound its fingers through her veins as her imagination fed her images of what would happen next. The thrust got harder, faster, and then uncoordinated. He slammed into her one last time, threw his head back and roared his release.

“Fuck she’s good,” he managed after long moments, pulling away. With surprise, she realized he’d used a condom, not common among shifters. Without a mating moon, pregnancy was unlikely, and they didn’t catch STDs like humans did. She appreciated the courtesy of not having cum slide down her thighs, and pool under her in a sticky mess.

“I told you, didn’t I?” Jace rumbled, lifting her into a new position.

She found herself astride the second masked man, his sheathed cock nudging at her slick entrance as he wrapped his arms around her. She caught her breath as she sank down over him. He was big, very big. If she hadn’t already been fucked, she’d have been too tight for him. His nostrils flared, cock pulsing within her as they remain locked there for a second, her hands on his shoulders.

Then he moved, driving that thick, hard cock into her tight cunt. She bit her lip, eyes rolling into the back of the head as she rode him. It was a ride of pure pleasure with her pussy stretched around him.

“So tight… Fucking beautiful.” His words were whispered against her neck, soft kisses accompanying them as he lay back, pulling her down to lie over his chest.

She didn’t answer, caught between the sensations of his cock in her pussy, the sensitive breast driven over his chest, and Jace’s hands on her back. He was behind her, she felt him when he leaned over. The hardness of his body, his chest against her back, and the thick length of his cock fit against the groove of her ass. A small whimper escaped her throat, surprising even her. Somehow Jace slid his hand between the two of them as they coupled, clever fingers pressing against her clit. Rubbing, and stroking, until she was mindless with pleasure between them.

“That’s it baby, just a little more.” A deep voice whispered in her ear. “Come all over my cock, hard and fast. I want to feel it all.”

The words drove her arousal higher, her body clenching almost painfully, but it was Jace’s finger sliding down the groove of her ass, wet and cold with lube, that got her attention.

Her breathing caught, every fiber of her being focused on the path of those fingers. He reached her ass, and circled it. Rubbing the lube around the tight ring of muscle. Her groan this time was an audible signal of pure pleasure. She pushed back in unmistakable limitation. She’d always wondered what it would be like to be with more than one man.

Now it looked like her fantasies were coming true. It felt fantastic.

“Easy now, we’ll take it slow.” Jace carried on his ministrations, rubbing her clit at the same time he massaged lube into her ass. She gasped, then moaned as the tip of his finger breached the tight ring. Pushed more lube within until he could slide his finger further in. He retreated, then pushed. Back and forth until her ass was slick with lube and her breath came in hard pants.

“Feel good, baby?” He asked, his breath hot on her neck. She nodded, sliding back down on the cock within her pussy and clenched hard. The guy beneath her groaned, his hands tightening on the table below them.

“Fuck it, Jace,” He groaned. “I’m not gonna last much longer. You gotta go. Now!”

She was all for that, murmuring her approval of the idea and shoving back against his hand. He heard, pulling free and readjusting himself behind her. She hissed between her teeth as the broad head of his cock pressed against the entrance to her ass.

“Pull out,” he ordered, his voice rough. “Almost all the way, give me a little room.”

The other man did as ordered, slipping his cock almost all away from her cunt, until just the head remained within her. She froze, every cell alive with anticipation, as Jace pushed inside her. At first her body rebelled, screaming his cock would never fit in the tight confines of her ass. She relaxed, pushing back, and within seconds the head of his cock popped through the tight ring of muscle. She whimpered in pleasure, the sound drowned out by Jace’s deep groan.

“Fuck me… That’s… Unbelievable.” He paused, just within, as though waiting for something. She breathed deep, fighting against the deep burn in her ass. Pleasure-pain like she’d never known before. Then the burn faded and the need to move took its place. She tested out pushing back a little, and they both groaned. Jace took that as permission, and pushed in deeper.

She was no innocent, but the thick, tight slide of his cock in her ass made her feel like it was her first time all over again. Then he was in all the way, hips against hers, his cock pulsing where it was buried within her. Biting her lip again, mangling the poor abused flesh, she relaxed and let gravity take over to impale her on the thick cock in her pussy.

Both men swore, and she didn’t blame them. The tightness… Being filled in both pussy and ass with thick cocks was exquisite. She could only imagine what it felt like for them.

“For fuck's sake, someone move…” She begged, when neither seemed likely to do so. She needed them to move, needed them to fuck her. Slide in and out of her, both holes, over and over again.

They did as ordered, Jace pulling out, then back in again as the man below her pulled out of her pussy. They alternated thrusting in and out, and her eyes crossed. Soft, breathy moans and whimpers surrounded them and she realized they were coming from her. She didn’t care. Didn’t care about anything so long as they continue to fuck her.

But her body could only take so much. Pleasure shimmered in her veins, pooling in her groin, clenching her pussy and ass around the cock’s penetrating her. She felt like she was made of glass, her skin fragile. Too fragile to contain the ecstasy that poured out from her core. She tried to hold it… savor it, but it was too strong. Like an explosion from a volcano, her orgasm spun outwards, shattering through her fragile skin and enveloping her in a thousand pinpricks of pure sensation.

Grunts from the men accompanied harder thrusts, a signal they were reaching their own climaxes. Thrusts which fed the conflagration inside her. She urged on, nails digging into the shoulders of the man below her, and bore down against them.

The guy below slammed back into her one more time, and bellowed, his cock jerking and pulsing his release. Jace managed two more thrusts, before he too slammed into her and let go his release. She whimpered, boneless, as his hot cum bathed the inside of her back passage. He hadn’t worn a condom. She liked that, it was like he was claiming ownership.

Slowly, she came down from her bliss, murmuring as the two men slipped from her. Jace turned her and pulled her into his embrace. The door opened and closed unseen, signaling the departure of their companions.

“You were brilliant,” he praised, his lips hot against her temple. “So fucking sexy. I knew you would be.”

He pulled back to look into her face, an unreadable expression in his eyes. “Did…” He trailed off and she smiled.

“Did I enjoy that? Is that what you want to ask?”

He nodded, the concern now evident in his eyes. “I was worried… It might be too much. The things I want to do to you. With you. Watch others do to you.”

She smiled, reaching up to push her fingertips over his cheek. “As long as you’re there, I trust you. Yes, I enjoyed it. Just as long as the evenings not over…yet anyway.”

His eyes blazed with dark desire, and he crushed her mouth beneath his brief hard kiss. “On no sweetheart, it’s not over by a long shot. Trust me…”

“
Y
ou fucking
bitch”

Vanessa MaCauley flinched and tensed herself for the blow she knew was sure to come. Her life had become hell ever since her brother Jacob had caught her sneaking back into the house a week ago. She’d missed his party, but that wasn’t the worst of it… Oh no, not the worst of it at all. He’d also caught the scent of a Wolf on her. A male Wolf. A male Wolf who wasn’t Veyr, the Master of the City, and the man he’d decided she was to mate.

That Veyr had a woman already made no difference to Jacob. He was still convinced that he could somehow make their union happen, although neither Vanessa nor Veyr wanted it. She liked Veyr. From what she’d seen of him, he was a decent, upstanding and honorable man.

Jacob’s blow caught her at the side of her lips and pain flared through her face. She sucked a breath in, refusing to let him have the satisfaction of hearing her cry out. That her own brother could treat her like this, beating her and keeping her a prisoner, made her heart ache and bleed.

“You disgust me… After everything father and I have done for you,” he hissed, his hand hard on her arm as he hustled her through the dark passages of the palace. It was before dawn, so he wasn’t taking her to any of the court functions. Wolves partied late into the night and slept through the morning.

“Where are we going?” She asked, using a turn in the corridor to dab at her cut lip without Jacob seeing. If he did, she’d end up with another cut on the other side. Beneath the thin dress he’d had her dressed in, a nightgown rather than a dress, her body was covered with cuts and bruises. Given the accelerated healing her Wolf afforded her, some of her injuries would have killed a human outright. All because she defied him. All because she wanted love, not an arranged marriage.

“None of your fucking business,” he hissed back, his pace so quick she stumbled against him. He shoved her away with a sneer, grip so hard it bruised her arm. “But if you behave, and do as you’re told, I might just be able to rescue something from this mess.”

She kept silent, recognizing the maniacal little gleam in his eye. When Jacob got like this, there was no arguing with him. Even breathing the wrong way would bring another beating down on her. She focused her energy on her surroundings instead. Myriad scents enveloped her… The scent of servants who used these back corridors, the smell of wood polish and other scents, those of the guards who swore fealty to the Master. Her heart leaped as she searched them for one particular scent. One so familiar to her, it had wrapped itself around her heart and refused to let go.

Jace Trenton. The Captain of the Guard and Veyr’s right-hand man.

Her lover.

Her love.

“He’s not down here,” Jacob whispered in her ear, as though he could read her thoughts. “You’ll never be with him again. You’ll play your part like a good little wolf or he’ll bleed his last on the sharp blade of a silver knife. Die alone in the dark somewhere because of you. You want that?”

Fear almost stopped her heart. Although Lycan society was based on honor, Jacob was not an honorable man. She knew without a shadow of a doubt he would carry out his threat. He wouldn’t challenge Jace in a legal fight. No way, no how… the idea was laughable. If Jacob got in the ring with Jace, the bigger wolf would kill him, and her brother knew it. Instead, he would have his bully boys find Jace somewhere quiet and dark, corner him and kill him. Silver knives, or silver bullets would end his life… and it would be her fault.

No, that would not happen. No matter what unpleasantness Jacob had planned, she would have to roll with it until she figured a way out of the situation. He couldn’t keep her locked up, and watched, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. At some point, hopefully soon, her guards would slip up and she could escape.

Determination straightened her spine and she kept up with Jacob. She had no idea where he was taking her. He’d done this before though, yanked her from sleep and dragged her somewhere for one of his little lessons. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself for a couple of miserable hours before he’d let her sleep again. It seemed odd he’d brought her to the palace, but she’d realized years ago that Jacob was madder than a sack of ferrets.

He stopped in front of another doorway, pausing to listen for movement in the room beyond, and she breathed in. If there was someone in there, perhaps she could cry for help? Any of Jace’s men would help her, surely? Even if it was just to get away, to escape somewhere Jacob couldn’t find her.

But the scent that reached her was striking in its familiarity. It belonged to Veyr, the Master of the City. Jacob grinned in triumph and opened the door, a plain servant’s entrance hidden behind a drape, to reveal a bedchamber.

It was empty at the moment, but the rumpled bedclothes and warm scent of man and wolf told her that the occupant had only just left. Her eyes widened in surprise. Frozen with shock, she didn’t fight back when Jacob bundled her into the room. But then her instincts kicked in.

“No!” She struggled like a wildcat against his hold, her heart pounding. “These are Veyr’s rooms…he’ll kill us both!”

“Oh, I don’t think so…I really don’t think so.”

She couldn’t break Jacob’s grip and found herself marched to the bed. Twisting, she looked around the room in panic. By the moon, she hoped Cyan wasn’t in here. Jacob was ruthless, he’d lose no sleep over killing her to put Vanessa in her place at the Master’s side. And since Cyan couldn’t shift, she would be easy prey.

Something clicked in her brain. Cyan couldn’t shift, but
she
could. Reaching down, she let her wolf loose, the creature slipping its leash to race up to under her skin. She turned, the growl already forming in her throat.

Jacob’s fist crashed down, the right hook impacting the side of Vanessa’s face. For a moment her vision went white, then numb as she swayed on her feet. She blinked, but Jacob was as insubstantial as a ghost in front of her.

She thought he smiled. Heard the amusement in his voice as he spoke. “See what he’s done to you…don’t worry, dear. The Master will pay.”

A hand on her shoulder sent her backward, toppled her onto the soft surface of the bed and the darkness and pain overwhelmed her.

* * *

J
ace had been
on duty for a few hours when the palace alarms went off. Instantly, he set off at a run, leaving the kitchen and his coffee behind.

“Bryce, talk to me,” he ordered, his finger on his earpiece.

Bryce, the wolf in charge of the security control room and in front of all the camera feeds, replied. “It’s the Master’s suite, boss. Looks like half the council are trying to break in there.”

Crap. That was so not good. Jace dug deep and increased his speed, yelling at two guards he passed in the main hall to follow him. He wasn’t stupid. Any security chief worth his salt had his ear to the ground and a finger on the pulse of the gossip, whatever phrase you wanted to use… So he knew that the rumor Veyr had mated Cyan had rattled cages in all quarters.

If the entire council were out for blood, then he would need more muscle. They were all alphas, and dangerous even if they didn’t have the same level of training as he and Veyr did. Together, they’d be able to take them on, but it would be a bloodbath, and slaughtering all the pack alphas could start a turf war…something Jace knew Veyr would want to avoid.

He reached the corridor outside Veyr’s suite just as Jacob McCauley broke down the door.

“What the
hell
do you think you’re doing?” he bellowed, putting on a last spurt of speed to reach the massed alphas and put himself between them and the door. “These are the Master’s rooms.”

A quick glance told him that nearly all the alphas were present. Just Cyan’s brother, Nick, was absent. Not a surprise, since Jace himself had escorted Cyan to her old pack-house last night for a family dinner. She was due to return sometime this afternoon.

Jacob turned wild eyes on him, and to Jace’s surprise, they were filled with panic and fear. “My sister, he has my sister in there!”

“Your sister…Vanessa?” Just the name was enough to send a warm burst of sensation through Jace’s chest. He’d not seen her for a week, all her text’s assuring him she was fine, just suffering her, uh… monthlies. He had thought nothing of it. Some lycan women preferred not to be around people during the full moon, especially if they weren’t mated. It got too uncomfortable for them.

“Yes! Vanessa! He took her last night!” Jacob tried to push past, but Jace caught him, restraining the smaller man with ease. Worry threaded its icy tentacles down his spine as he turned his head to look at the ruined door. Scents wafted through the gap. Veyr’s was predominant, as was the steam-warmed smell of shampoo that told him the Master was or had just been in the shower. Cyan’s scent was fading, to be replaced by another. Light, delicate and haunting…his heart stuttered in his chest…one he knew.

“Shit.” He shoved Jacob at Simon to his left and pushed open the ruined wood of the door. It fell off its hinges, allowing the crowd behind him a clear view of the room just as Veyr walked in from the shower, a towel around his waist.

No one was looking at him though. Instead, every pair of eyes turned toward the bed, and its sole, slender occupant, her delicate nightdress ripped and covered in blood.

“Vanessa…”

* * *

“
S
o it is agreed
, then?” Jacob looked around the council chamber. “Veyr is to put aside his
dalliance
with the Trevais woman, and will mate my sister since he has now ruined her.”

Jace stood to one side of the room, his fists clenched into hard balls as he told himself that launching across the council chamber and punching Jacob in the nose would not help matters any. He didn’t know how the little asshole had done it, had gotten Vanessa into the palace, let alone into Veyr’s chambers like that, with no one seeing.

“It’s a matter of pack honor.” Alex Kingwood nodded as the rest of the alphas looked toward him. “The Master must not be seen to bring dishonor on any of the packs.”

Veyr sat at the head of the table opposite Jace, his face set like stone. Jace didn’t believe for a moment he’d ever laid a finger on Vanessa. The pain in his eyes at the moment was almost a physical thing. Jace swore to himself and clenched his hand until he felt something snap in his fist. Didn’t matter, his wolf would heal the damage.

“Indeed,” Jacob nodded, his manner bright and chirpy. And why wouldn’t he be? He’d gotten what he’d been after all along. His sister mated to the Master, regardless of how many lives he destroyed in the process. “I shall make arrangements for the ceremony immediately.”

“Ahh…” Alex held up his hand, his eyes narrowed. “Wasn’t Lady McCauley…hurt? We should give her some time to recover her strength before the ceremony. You know how women are. They like time to organize clothing and hair and whatnot.”

Anger flashed in Jacob’s eyes, but he seemed to recognize that Alex’s words were more an order than a suggestion. “Very well, I will arrange for the ceremony to be held tomorrow.”

“You do that… Now, perhaps we should leave the Master to collect his thoughts?” Alex rose, his arm outstretched as though to put it around Jacob’s shoulders. Jace, however, caught the flash of fury buried deep in the Kingwood alpha’s eyes and knew he wanted to tighten that arm around Jacob’s neck until the little shit couldn’t breathe. The alpha gave Jace a little nod as he left, trailed by the rest of the council.

After the door had closed, leaving the two of them alone in the room, Jace remained where he was. Veyr was one of his oldest friends, but the fury that rolled through Jace’s body at the moment was enough to test his control over his wolf. He hadn’t lost it that way since he was a teen and his wolf had first manifested. He wouldn’t lose it now.

“I didn’t touch her, Jace. I swear.” Veyr looked up, his expression open and honest. “Do you think I’d do that to you? Take your woman?”

Jace blinked. Okay, he hadn’t seen that one coming. His surprise must have shown on his face because Veyr gave a bitter little smile. “Come on, you think I haven’t seen the way you look at her? Or the way she looks at you? I have eyes, you know.”