Conquering Theana (17 page)

"Rafael—"

"Don't
speak. Walk," Rafael growled, and she thought she would feel rage blazing
through her, disbelief that he would command her to do anything. Instead she
only felt desire. It started as a slow ache that spiraled from her breasts,
hardening her nipples and twisting its way through her body, overshadowing even
what she had felt just at their scent. The molten heat spread until her stomach
was trembling, her limbs growing loose, and her clit pulsed with each
heartbeat. She didn't even realize she'd been moving, as he ordered, backwards,
unerringly towards his room, until she hit the wall behind her. She gasped,
lifting a shaking hand to her mouth.

"Continue,"
Gregori ordered, and she moved, her feet turning her, it seemed,
on their own
as she started towards their room. She smelled
Gregori as he moved closer to her and then past her. In a haze she followed his
back, watching the muscles contract and flex. His ass was delectable, shifting
with each step. He was a beautiful man, built on such strong lines. She
salivated, her fangs extending in her mouth as anticipation grew. She couldn't
fight this if she wanted to. Her wolf propelled her forward, tantalized by the
men she knew were strong enough to have her, to control her. Rafael was behind
her, and his scent wrapped around her until she was nearly stumbling her way to
their room. How had this happened? Not that long ago she was fighting her
attraction to them. She didn't want to be anyone's mate. Then she was flying
through the air and wanted to attack Rafael for having a woman's scent on him.

It
was the clan, she thought then. Somehow, since coming here for pack cohesion
she had seen a different side of her mates. The wolves in her pack were well
cared for, close, and loving. Luna had grabbed her heart as surely as if she'd
plucked it from her chest and given it to the girl. She could see their
closeness, their bond...and she wanted to be a part of it. Wanted to know what
it was like, once again, to be a part of a pack, to feel their connection,
their closeness to her. Wanted to run with them beneath the moon and howl her
release. She wanted to revel in being a wolf, as she denied for so long since
leaving Seurri, and Camden, behind. Now, though, things were different. She was
back, for the very thing she'd run from, but couldn't break away. In her mind
she knew that she would fight this in the morning. It was ingrained in her to
run. She just wasn’t ready to take on a relationship that soared beyond mere
sex. Yet she was in the midst of mating. Being marked was something she hadn’t
bargained on. She would be angry that she had given in, but for now, these next
few moments, she
would
be their mate
to share. She could give in to a secret desire she hadn't really ever thought
she had: to be mated and know it was what she was meant to be.

I want to be what I never thought I could be
, she thought then, and
her steps became sure. No longer was she only led by lust, but by emotions that
she wasn't quite ready to examine, but wanting to follow nonetheless. She
followed them past the kitchen, as they took the stairs off to the right and
towards their room. She remained silent as they stepped into the room. Gregori
kept going until he stood in front of the bed and then turned. Rafael closed
the door before he stepped around her and backed her against it, going to his
knees.  

Theana
felt like her body was on fire, and she was burning from the
flames. Her jeans, that she felt were so comfortable before, were now too tight
on her flesh. Her wraparound shirt was an impediment to their touch. She had
never dreamed that his touch would feel like this. What had been missing with
all her encounters with her other partners was here.
The
need, the want, the knowledge that
this
was right.
Rafael knelt
before her, shirt and suit jacket tossed away as if it weren't a thousand
dollar ensemble, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her closer to his
face.

"You
wore what we bought you. Mine," he rasped, his already deep voice thicker,
heavier as he forced the words out. His wolf was so near the surface she could
see the gold of his eyes.
Beautiful, absolutely breathtaking.
A wolf.
Her
wolf.

"I
have never tasted you, but I will today, right now, this moment." He
lifted his hand slowly, never breaking eye contact with her, as claws elongated
from his nails. Gregori sat down on the bed, and she heard the movement, hyper
aware. She heard cloth shifting as he removed his clothes. She looked away from
Rafael momentarily and saw that Gregori was watching them as he stripped. It
was the first time she had seen his flesh. His chest was a mass of muscles,
rippling down to his tapered waist. She licked her lips, moistening them. He
smiled slightly as he lifted his hips a little off the bed and pushed his
slacks and underwear off. His cock, thick and long, pointed towards her, and
she moaned, her eyelids growing heavy. Gregori gripped his cock, pumping with
long, sure strokes, his gaze finally leaving hers as he trailed it down her
body to where Rafael knelt before her. She looked down as well.

"I
think we have your attention now," he whispered and ripped her clothes
away. They fell around her in scraps, sliding to the floor. She gasped, her
body tightening. Rafael leaned forward and inhaled deeply, his nostrils
flaring.

"Delicious,"
he said, and then licked her up the seam of her legs and up over her mound. Her
legs opened of their own volition. He gripped her hips, and it steadied her.

"Good
girl," he crooned and bent his head once more. He sucked her clit into his
mouth and nipped her lightly before licking the sting away.

"Yes,
Rafael," she moaned, pushing her pussy harder against his mouth. He ate at
her juices like a man starved for water in the desert. His golden eyes never
left her face, low growls rushing over her clit. She leaned back against the
wall to brace herself for his onslaught.

"Good
girl," he chuckled, before sucking the lips of her vagina into his mouth.
She clawed at the door behind her, feeling the shards beneath her nails, but
not caring. Rafael scooted closer, pushing his shoulders between her legs until
she shifted to accommodate him. She draped her legs over his shoulders and
leaned harder into the door to balance
herself
better.
She tunneled her fingers through his hair as an anchor and rode his face. A
moan from the bed snapped her gaze away from Rafael eating her to the bed.
Gregori was biting his bottom lip, stroking fast, gaze fastened on her breast.
She relaxed into Rafael's movements as he ripped his shirt away from his body,
hot skin touching her inner thighs, so that her breasts bounced. Gregori
groaned, squeezing the head of his cock.

"
Rafe
," he
said,
his tone like
a warning.

"She
tastes so good," Rafael protested, before licking her from base to clit
once more.

"I
need her," Gregori whispered, and Rafael pulled back. He shook his head as
he stood. His mouth was shiny with her juices, and he licked the wetness away
before smiling as he stepped away. Gregori stood and stalked towards her.

"My
lady," he said and lifted her into his arms. She yelped when he tossed her
into the air, but Rafael was there, using his speed to press against her back
mid air and fall to the bed with her, cradling her weight. He slid them back on
the bed, closer to the headboard. With strong hands he gripped her under her
knees and spread her, hooking her legs behind his.

"She's
all yours," Rafael said. Between one blink and the next Gregori was
kneeling on the bed, between her legs, his cock poised at her pussy.

"You
are ready for me," he said, and slammed into her. She
screamed,
her head whipping back to Rafael's shoulder, and her back arching. Gregori
filled her, so thick and long.
Perfect
.
Rafael kneaded her breasts, tweaking the nipples with each of
Gregori's
thrust. Rafael released one of the globes to push
his hand between them. He trailed his fingers down her spine until he reached
the crack of her ass and then slipped inside. Her juices, flowing from her as
Gregori moved, made his fingers slippery. She moaned, lost to them both, as
Rafael slid a finger into her ass up to his knuckle. He worked her, moving with
Gregori until he was pushing his whole finger in and out of her. He pushed
another inside, widening her. The edge of the bite pleased her. She'd been
sexually adventurous, most wolves were, and knew that she would be able to take
him, but the feeling was tenfold what she had ever known before. She moved her
hips, bucking between them, wanting it harder, faster.

"Please,"
she whispered. "More, I need—" she began, but
Gregori's
next pound took the breath from her.

"I
think she wants you inside,
Rafe
," Gregori said,
breathing fast.

"My
pleasure," Rafael returned. Rafael lifted her away from him and shifted
under her. When he lowered her back down she felt the broad head of his cock
hit her anus. She relaxed her muscles as he pushed forward, breathing through
the sting.

"Oh
no, you don't," Gregori stated before he sucked a nipple into his mouth
and twisted his hips roughly into her. She forgot about taking Rafael, his cock
huge inside of her.
Forgot the process for accepting back
entry.
All she wanted was wildness, roughness.
Something
more.
She clawed at Gregori and slammed her ass into Rafael. They all
groaned before going still.

"So
be it," Rafael growled and slammed into her. Gregori retreated as he did
so and then rocked into her. She was in a push and pull, never able to get a
breath, never able to catch her bearings as they moved. They didn't move
together to give her a chance to adjust. They shifted, moved,
staggered
their hips. She couldn't follow their pattern, or
the movement of their hips. She could do nothing but hold on and scream until
her throat felt raw. Her clit throbbed, her pussy clenching on
Gregori's
cock, and her ass sucking at Rafael's. She was
lost. Pleasure spiraled,
goosebumps
rising on her
skin, and she trembled violently.
Her body knocked and
arched, almost painfully as the pleasure grew tighter, hotter, in her belly and
spread downward.

"Now,
Theana
.
Now.
Mine!" Rafael roared.

"Mine!"
Gregori echoed, and, as one, their teeth sank into her neck, Gregori to the
left, and Rafael to the right. It was enough.
Just enough.
She plummeted over the edge, darkness creeping in over the edges. A howl
reverberated through her, twisting and turning until it flowed from her mouth.
Another, deeper howl, joined hers, and then another. She recognized Gregori and
Rafael's song, her heart swelling in her chest, her wolf leaping with joy. And
then she heard something more, other howls other calls. They filled her,
wrapped around her soul. She recognized ever touch, could name every wolf.

My pack
, she thought in wonder as her wolf howled louder, and the other
wolves answered.
Alpha bitch.
She had become the alpha
bitch. Rafael’s,
Gregori’s
, and her howls melded
until they were one, a power unlike any she had ever known, and the others grew
quiet. And when it was done, the howl no more, her wolf lolling in her body,
exhausted, her neck sizzling with her new marks, and her body satiated,
darkness claimed her.

Chapter Eleven

Driving
up to the
Ulric
clan's holding had never been a
hardship for Camden—until now. He'd always thoughts of himself as a powerful,
thoughtful alpha, one who put his people's needs before his own, and fought for
all of his kind to be free of persecution. It had humbled and strengthened him
to be their alpha, every day—until he had seen
Theana
.
He'd spent the first ten years of his reign cultivating friendships, gaining
trust, and showing his pack that he could provide for them after taking the
position from the former alpha, Justice, whose name belied the darkness in his
heart, his very own brother.

Camden
shook his head, not wanting to go down that road. His brother's death at his
hands had saved the pack from ruin, and removal from the Seurri borders, when
the plans came through. He'd saved them, brought them to a place where they
could feel at home, and not have to fear what their alpha would do to them. But
Theana
...she was like a sickness in his blood. The
moment he captured her hazel gaze with his he'd been lost to desire. She was
everything he'd wanted in his alpha bitch—statuesque, powerful, with a
no-nonsense attitude, but a heart big enough to cry with her wolves when
necessary. She'd been the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, her model
appearance heating his blood and stiffening his cock. He'd figured that the
desire he'd felt for her, the sudden urge to make her his, was a sure sign that
she had been his mate.

And
then she'd denied him.

Despite
the strength of his pack, his position, his looks, and what he had to offer,
she'd run. Well, maybe not run. She hadn't been very far out of Seurri walls,
but neither Camden nor her father had made her bend to their will and return to
him. She'd known, somehow, that she wasn't his mate and had strength to keep
away from him. Sure, he understood that whenever he had met his mate he would
leave a woman he had chosen to be with. His instincts would have propelled him,
but he hadn't agreed with
Theana
, and later Walter.
He'd felt too needy, too hot, too...everything for her not to be his mate. How
could he want a woman more than he wanted her?