City Wolves: Paranormal Shapeshifter Werewolf Romance Bundle (Master of the City / Mistress of the City) (16 page)

H
er brain was scrambled
, her body tingling as every fiber of her being concentrated on the thick head of Darrick’s cock as he pushed into her ass. A moment of panic assaulted her. She’d never take it all, surely? But then Verne moved, sliding his hand between their bodies and his thumb pressed against her clit. They worked in concert, Verne’s slow rub over her clit brought her blood to the boil as Darrick drove his cock in farther.

He didn't rock back and forward, nor did he push continuously. Instead, he thrust slowly, relentlessly...stretching her tight ring around the thick girth of his cock until she almost thought she couldn't take anymore.

Then he stopped, holding still as she fought for breath, trying to get used to the feel of him inside her. Attuned to the reactions of her body, he started to push again as soon as she relaxed.

The silence of the night air was broken only by the rasp of their breathing and the slick sound of Verne's thumb rubbing her clit. She bit her lip, closing her eyes as Darrick pushed in the last inch and stopped. They were frozen in their erotic tableau, and the thought that anyone who came upon them would see everything brought a small moan from the depths of her lungs. Her ass clenched around the cock buried deeply and a fresh wave of heat bathed over Verne's cockhead, just inside the silken grip of her pussy.

"Easy now. Take it slow." Darrick’s deep voice sounded by her ear. As he pulled back, Verne shoved upward, burying his cock to the hilt. No sooner had he filled her than he moved again, pulling out to allow Darrick to fill her again. This time his slide into her ass was a long, slow ride of tight heat. She threw her head back, pushing her ass against him. It felt good, so fucking good. She needed more. Needed it now.

"I don't think she wants it slow," Verne chuckled when, as soon as Darrick pulled free, she impaled herself on his cock in one fast thrust. And that's the way it went. Darrick's thick cock filling her slowly, then her fast drive onto the slightly less thick, but still impressive girth stretching her pussy.

"No, doesn't seem that way." Darrick's conversation ended on a gasp as she pushed back, hard, taking him fast.

"Faster!" she demanded. The delicious burning sensation had faded, leaving her with the need to be filled by both men. She needed them to take over, to pound into her, to stretch and fuck her both ways until she came, screaming their names. Nothing mattered but the friction of them deeply within her. The hard press of Verne's pelvis at the end of each thrust, trapping her clit, and the slap of Darrick's balls against her when he filled her completely.

"Fuck!" Darrick spat out, his thrusts slick and faster. "I'm not going to last long. You're just so fucking tight."

She pushed back and wriggled her ass, gasping at the delicious sensation. "Little witch," Darrick breathed, as he shuddered and sped up. Verne's thrusts matched, and between them, they drove her closer to the abyss. She gave herself willingly to it, urging them to go harder and faster.

Then...it was all too much. She didn't reach the precipice so much as hurtle towards it and throw herself from the brink. She hit the chaos of her release, shattering like a glass dropped onto a hard floor. Thousands of shards multiplied the ecstasy and reflected it back until she bathed in it. She arched against her men, hearing their bellows of completion as they stiffened. Their cocks jerked within her as they came, each pulse sending new waves of pleasure through her. Time dilated, making the moment stretch until it was almost eternal.

Realization filled her. She wanted this forever. She didn't want to leave them, not for a night, not at all. As sure as she needed air to breathe, she needed these two men wrapped around her.

They came down from the high of release. Gently, Darrick withdrew, the soft wipe of a washcloth over her skin bringing tears to her eyes.

"Hey, what's this about?" Verne's voice was soft as he pulled her chin up so she had to look at him. "We didn't hurt you, did we?"

He turned them, sliding from her to allow her to nestle between them. Not an inch of her body touched the cool stone, her mattress two hard male bodies. Both of them looked at her in concern. In fact, Darrick looked so concerned she thought he might burst into tears or hit something.

"No, no," she was quick to reassure them. "It's just...you're going to think I'm silly."

Verne stroked her hair back from her face. "Sillier than two grown men afraid of the sunrise?"

She blinked. That hadn't occurred to her, but somewhere between arriving last night and now, she'd accepted the inevitable. Her two men really were the Langdon wolves, cursed to stone in the sunlight. The legends spoke of a pair of ferocious Alpha wolves, as lethal when fighting as they were with the ladies’ reputations. There were plenty of tales of their conquests. Of their challenge matches and prowess in other areas. Not one mentioned anything about what happened after the curse. That they might have suffered so much.

She reached up and brushed Verne's cheek with gentle fingers, leaning her head back against Darrick's shoulder. "I feel at home here. I don't want to leave. Is it possible to fall in love within hours?"

Both men stilled, Verne closing his eyes as Darrick's deep voice filled the air. "Depends if you believe in love at first scent."

She frowned. "Don't you mean
sight?"

"Nope. Scent." Darrick’s voice was firm as she turned to look at him. "When you first came here, we knew straight away you were ours. But neither of us could see you. It was before sundown."

Realization hit her and breath caught in her throat. "You mean...the statues at the gate? They haven't been removed, have they? They are you?"

His smile was sad, his small nod confirming her suspicions. "Sundown to sunrise, that's all we get to be men. The rest of the time, we're locked in stone. But it's worse than that...no one can see us, even when we are men. We're not part of the world, can't be part of it. That's our curse."

"Hmmm, but that doesn't make sense," she argued. "I see you. Does that mean the curse is wearing off?"

"We wish," Verne snorted. "The reason you see us is because you were meant for us. Born to be our third. If you--"

"Verne," Darrick snapped, cutting his fellow alpha's words off instantly. "That's not fair, she doesn't need to know."

"No." She struggled to sit up and turn so she could see the two of them. "I don't want you to hide anything from me. What don't I need to know?"

Verne took a deep breath, sliding a look at Darrick. When the other man gave a small nod, his expression resigned, Verne spoke. "Three nights. That's all we get to convince you to stay...to be ours. To love us and free us from our curse. That's why we fear the sunrise. Now that we've found you, we only have a little time to make you ours."

"No pressure." Darrick snorted, but his touch was gentle as his hand whispered up her arm. "It's a big ask, love. Two alphas are tough to deal with at the best of times, and we're a couple of the worst. We can't ask this of you...not after three days."

His expression shuttered, as did Verne’s. "All we ask is, if you can't love us...then don't come back a third time. After sunrise on the third night, if you walk away, that's it for us. Let us keep our nights rather than be locked in stone for eternity."

F
or Natalya
, there was never any question whether she’d come back or not. She'd waited with her two men, wrapped in their strong embrace until the sun rose and they'd disappeared with a loud
crack
.

Since that moment, her every thought had been about getting back here and seeing them again. A need and a compulsion she didn't bother to analyze. She knew what it was. Even though she'd known them merely hours, she'd fallen head over heels in love. It didn't make sense, but love often didn't. No way was she allowing them to continue to suffer.

Staying away wasn't an option.

Sitting in front of the massive gates, she watched the two statues as the sun settled. Never in her life had she been aware of the passage of time as she was at that moment. Next to her sat her backpack and this time, a sleeping bag. A few creature comforts since she had no idea how this night was going to go.

The sun dipped toward the horizon and then disappeared. Darkness fell. She looked up, both stone statues were still there. Reaching up, she scrubbed at her eyes and looked again. Nope, she hadn't imagined it. Her wolves were still locked in stone.

"You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" a female voice asked behind her.

Nat whirled around, scrambling to her feet to see an impossibly beautiful woman. Tall and slender, she had the sort of figure the prettily-plump like Nat could only dream of. Add in luscious hair that curled around her face, perfect features rather than too-large eyes, and thin lips...and Nat felt a surge of instant dislike. This was the sort of woman whose looks opened all doors and from her sneer, looked down on anyone less genetically fortunate.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean," said Nat, frowning in feigned confusion. She did know, or she was fairly sure she did. An aura of
otherness
surrounded the woman, one Nat's strengthening lycan abilities instantly identified as witch. And a witch had cursed her men in the first place. Could this be her?

"For centuries my family has guarded these bastards," the woman continued, somehow gliding sensuously over rough ground in skyscraper heels to stop less than a foot away. She looked down her nose at Nat. "Centuries stuck in this stupid-ass little village with its dumb people."

Nat's temper surged. She'd always been fiery but this was something else. Something deep inside formed into a ball to bite and claw its way to the surface. "Say that again."

Ms. Perfect's brow furrowed, only a little, no doubt frozen with too much Botox. Close-up, Nat could see this woman wasn't as young as she'd first appeared; a combination of illusion and conventional medicine making her look youthful.

"What...the part about my family being stuck here for hundreds of years to make sure these two don't get free? Are you deaf as well as stupid?"

Nat fought back the urge to snarl. "No. The other part. But while we're on the subject, why has your family been stuck here that long? Weren’t they smart enough to get out of town after the damage with the curse?"

Why she bothered questioning the woman, who was obviously a witch, Nat didn't know, but the little voice inside, the one who thought in colors and instinct, urged her to stall, to draw out the conversation. Never one to discount her gut feeling, she went along with it.

The witch sneered, looking Nat up and down, dismissing the plump girl as non-threating. "For those in the classroom who are slow, we’ll have Magic 101. All curses degrade over time, even a curse powerful enough to hold two alpha wolves. Someone from the original bloodline needs to be around to keep it strong. To power it with their presence." She flicked a glance behind Nat and her features twisted with hatred. "Because of these two, I've wasted my life in this piss-ant village. I could have had everything, the world. Instead, I had to stay here to hold the curse."

"Why?" Nat tilted her head to the side questioningly. "I mean, you're an intelligent woman, and it's not your curse. I'm assuming your grandmother is dead if you're stuck here...and this was her work. Why would you care if the magic withered away? What's the worst that could happen?"

The woman focused on Nat, and for a moment she saw indecision in her gaze. A fleeting chink in her armor. "They'll be loose and the curse rebounds."

Nat frowned, brows raised in unspoken question.

The witch huffed. "Rebound, like doubles back on the one currently holding the curse. And I've no wish to spend eternity in stone," the woman snapped, hatred back in her eyes. "You're a Larkin, aren't you? Just as stupid as the rest of your line. Any sense your ancestors had disappeared when we bred the lycan blood out of you."

Nat's rage coalesced and harden. "You've been interfering with the village bloodlines? We all thought that was natural because we had no local alphas. How long have you been doing this?"

"Stupid, stupid, stupid. All of you," the witch chanted and cackled. Her beautiful mask slipped to reveal the aged crone beneath and Nat gasped. Okay, so not as young as she'd first thought. But the woman couldn't be if she was the granddaughter of the original witch. There were too many years between then and now for a normal lifespan. "Not interfering,
improving
. You think we want the stink of lycans or other paranormal sub-species near our coven. Granted, none of you will ever carry magic in your blood, but better human than...than those heathen animals."

"Animals, huh?" Power surged within Nat, from the depths of her soul where instinct and wildness lived, battering at her control. This lady stood between not just her and her men, but the whole village and their birthright. This woman and her family destroyed their pack, reduced their abilities to mere human. Not that Nat had a problem with humanity; she considered herself human most of her life. But they should have had the choice...and that she couldn't let go.

"One chance," Nat said quietly. "Walk away, get as far from the village as you can."

The witch lifted her eyebrow. "Or?"

The snarl started low in Nat's chest as she opened herself to the new presence buried within her. "Or I'll rip your heart out and shove it down your fucking throat."

The witch burst into laughter, hand on her stomach, bending over. "Yeah, right. A Larkin? Last time any of you shifted was generations ago. How are you going to manage that?"

"Watch and find out." Fur brushed the inside of Nat's skin, the creature within ready to burst free. With a smile, Nat accepted the wolf, accepted the animal side of herself and let go.

As naturally as breathing, she felt the change take her, wash over and through her. The fur exploded through her skin and flowed over her body. Her human form disappeared as her bones popped, snapping and reforming before she could register it. There was no pain, just an itch, then an all over body sneeze and within a heartbeat she advanced on the woman, teeth bared in a snarl.

"Shit...how did you do that?" she gasped, staggering backward with utter shock on her face. "No, you cannot do that. This is a dream—"

She fell over as Nat stalked her, landing on her ass. Her feet scrambled in the dirt, one of her heels lost in her desperation to get away, but Nat was too quick. Gathering power in her muscles, she pounced, landing on the witch, massive paws on the woman's shoulders and her teeth bare inches from her throat.

A loud
crack
sounded. Magic swirled, making Nat sneeze and when she looked down, the witch under her paws wasn't a living, breathing person anymore. Gray stone replaced the warm skin, and the hatred and fear on her face was perfectly preserved.

"Well, she obviously didn't expect that," Darrick said behind her, and her heart skipped a beat to hear his familiar voice. Whipping around she saw her two men sauntering toward her, smiles on their handsome faces.

"To be fair," Verne added, coming to a stop in front of her and studying her new lycan form with interest, and she hoped, approval. "Neither did I. How did you do it, little one? She was quite correct, none in your line has changed in generations."

Dropping her head, Nat called the change again. It felt like a reverse sneeze as she sucked the wolf in, rather than out. Reverted to her human form, albeit totally naked, she stood slowly. "Well, she got one thing right. My mother is a Larkin," she grinned. "But I have no clue who my father is. Want to bet he wasn't human either?"

Body heat surrounded her as they stepped closer to bracket her. Verne’s hand swept up her back as Darrick’s closed around her waist, tugging her closer. She lifted her chin as he claimed her lips in a long, deep kiss that left her breathless. It tasted of pure man, sex, and forever.

“Oh, wow,” she managed when he broke the kiss. “I guess you guys are glad to see me, huh?”

“You have no idea. You came back to us…fought for us…proved yourself a true alpha female.” Verne cupped her face, his dark eyes shining with respect. Then his face hardened, and the scent of the wild filled the air. “You came back…”

“Yeah.” She moved closer, reaching up on her tiptoes to brush her lips against his. “I did. So how about we get on with the part where I get to keep you guys forever?”

Their chuckles filled the night air and Verne scooped her into his arms. “My lady’s wish is our command.”