Defying Pack Law (11 page)

The fact he’d have to share her with Nathan and
John didn’t bother him. Raised in a pack to the west that
religiously followed pack law in regards to multipartner matings,
he had always expected if he found the one that he’d end up one of
several. He counted himself lucky that he both liked and respected
the men he’d share the mating bond with. While he was a few years
younger than Nathan and John, they’d still become good friends, and
if he was to become part of a polyamorous group, they were the men
he most trusted to share that intimate joining.

Kody did have some reservations, though. He
knew Dana had previously run because she didn’t want to adhere to
the pack law stating Lycan females had to take more than one male
to mate. He also knew she’d initially chosen him out of revenge
against Nathan. However, she’d had time since to change her mind.
He hoped she didn’t, but he’d respect her choice. He had enough
cocky self-assurance, though, to think that while she might hem and
haw initially, she eventually just wouldn’t be able to help
herself.

Dana aside, though, there were other issues
with the whole multimate scenario. John was on board, and Kody knew
that he’d run into no issues in that quarter. But Nathan . . .
Nathan was a whole other ball game. He’d tried to warn Kody away
earlier in the day, claiming Dana had said she’d only chosen him
out of anger. Kody only had to remember the kiss when he’d caught
her outside to know, whatever her initial intention, she wanted
him. So regardless of what Nathan wanted or said, Kody considered
himself one of her mates-in-waiting until she said otherwise. He’d
suffer the bruises Nathan would bestow for that privilege. Besides,
he’d probably end up getting them kissed better.

Once Dana did make up her mind to exchange
marks with them and everyone got on board, they’d get to the fun
part—hot and sweaty sex. Kody wondered if she’d only indulge in the
one-on-one type of fun or if she would be more adventurous and
allow them to love her as a group. Kody himself had only ever
participated in ménages with human girls, so his experience was
somewhat limited. He was game to try, though, with men, so long as
everyone kept their dicks and hands on Dana. Else he’d have to
reassert his masculinity by punching a few faces.

Even if she chose to take them on solo, he
didn’t really care, so long as he got to sink into Dana and feel
her nails raking down his back. Thoughts of her body under his as
he plowed her brought on an instant erection that made him casually
drop his hands and cross them over his groin.

The dinner table shuffle made him grin as both
John and Nathan made sure they ended up seated on either side of
her, which left Kody the spot he wanted, right across from her. He
sat down and quietly helped himself to the grub. Nathan had gone
all out trying to impress Dana. He’d made a succulent roast
dripping with juice, roasted potatoes with rosemary, buttery
carrots, and hot rolls. Kody groaned in exaggeration as he ate,
drawing giggles from Dana, who ate her food with wide-eyed
surprised. Nathan perhaps ruled strictly as pack alpha and acted
like a man obsessed when around or talking about Dana, but when it
came to food, hot damn, the man could cook.

The conversation flowed in jerks and
halts.

“
This is really good,” she said. “I
still can’t believe you made this.”

Kody spoke before Nathan could, which earned
him a glare. “I’ll admit the man is a genius when it comes to food,
but my desserts will make you cream.” Kody grinned at her, a grin
that widened when her cheeks turned bright pink. For a
tough-as-nails woman, when talk turned sexual, she blushed quite
endearingly.

Nathan and John took over the conversation, and
Kody let them. He’d achieved his desired result—getting her
attention. Kody kept an eye on her as he ate, absently listening as
his pack brothers caught her up on pack news since she’d left. Dana
appeared nervous—from the way she kept licking her lips, the slight
tremble in her hand, and even yummier, the faint scent of her
arousal.

Kody bided his time, watching as she got more
and more flushed. Nathan and John kept touching her, innocent
caresses, for the most part, that made her all too aware of
them—brushing her hand or arm as she reached for something, leaning
sideways to whisper things in her ear that made her blush and
cream, a tantalizing aroma Kody knew they could all
smell.

She could deny it until she turned blue in the
face. Dana was horny, his favorite state of being, which meant the
time had arrived for him to up the ante.

Kody slipped off his shoes under the table, and
lifting a leg, he used his foot to nudge her legs apart. Her
startled eyes rose from her plate to meet his. Before she could
open her mouth to say anything, he straightened his leg and placed
his foot right against her mound and pressed against her. Her eyes
went slightly out of focus. Encouraged, he rubbed his foot against
the crotch of her jeans, her heat clearly evident even through the
layers of material separating them.

He held his breath as he waited for her to
throw a knife at him—he had one hand ready to catch it. He even
readied to yank his foot back in case she decided to jab it, but as
he continued to press and rub against her covered pussy, she did
nothing.

Well, not completely. Her eyes dilated. Her
cheeks flushed. Her breathing quickened, and the scent of her
arousal increased. Kody could see the puzzled glance Nathan threw
John and wanted to grin. But he held it in. As third man in the
group, his was the most precarious position. In his case, it wasn’t
Nathan and John he needed to cater to, but Dana.

“
I’ve got to go to the bathroom.”
Dana jumped up suddenly, dumping Kody’s foot off the
chair.

They all scrambled to their feet as manners
dictated, and Kody grinned as he realized he wasn’t the only one
trying to hide a rock-hard bulge in his pants.

Well at least the damned thing still
works.

Chapter
Nine

Dana splashed cold water on her
face, but it did little to cool the fire in her pussy, a fire all
three men seemed determined to fan.
Even
worse, I enjoyed it.
The fleeting touches
by Nathan and John seated on either side, along with their thick
thighs brushing hers, had put her in a state of arousal that almost
made her scream,
Take me
now
. She could even picture it, the food
and dishes flying as they laid her on the table and tore her
clothes from her so they could take turns plowing between her
thighs.

Dana sat down hard on the toilet, her knees too
wobbly to support her. If it had only been Nathan and John teasing,
she could have probably borne it. But Kody, stroking her with his
foot—how decadent—had just about made her come. If someone would
have told her a few days ago she’d allow a man to stroke her pussy
with his foot at dinner, she would have laughed. Now, all she
wanted was for him to finish what he’d started.

Dana squirmed, her panties soaking wet and her
clit throbbing for relief. It crossed her mind that she should
finish what they started while they waited. Returning while still
so highly aroused, holding on to her morals and self-control by a
thread, seemed like a bad idea.

Before she could change her mind, she
unbuttoned her pants and shoved her hand down her
undies.

She cupped herself and managed a cramped stroke
of her clit. Her snug jeans held her legs too close together for
her to masturbate properly, and the confinement frustrated her.
Blushing, even as she couldn’t stop herself, she shoved her pants
and undies down around her ankles and sat back down on the closed
toilet lid, spreading her thighs as far as she could.

I’ll show them,
she thought as she rubbed her swollen nub. She closed her eyes
and couldn’t prevent images of the guys from appearing. Nathan
kissing her, dominating her mouth, while John sucked at her
nipples. And as for Kody, the blond playboy, he’d be between her
legs, his tongue lapping at her cream. The idea of all three of
them pleasing her made her tremble. Her breathing hitched as she
stroked herself faster, her erotic tension coiling quicker than she
ever remembered.

A knock on the door followed by Nathan saying,
“Are you all right in there?” almost made her fall off the toilet
seat. “Dana?” The handle rattled.

Dana jumped up, blushing red even
though she knew he couldn’t see what she’d been doing. “Um, just a
minute,” she replied. She bit her cheek not to laugh at the
ridiculous situation she found herself in. Even worse, she wanted
to finish what she’d started.
He’d
probably break down the door before I was done, though.
The idea excited her, though, as opposed to
dousing her arousal.
I’ve completely lost
my mind.

She shuffled to the sink and turned on the
water to scrub her hand, which smelt of pussy and would act like a
billboard announcement to her bathroom endeavor if she didn’t erase
its scent before she returned to face the three werewolves with
their enhanced sense of smell.

Who am I kidding? There’s no way
they could have missed the smell of me of getting horny at
dinner
. Sometimes being a werewolf sucked
because it made hiding involuntary bodily reactions
impossible.
But it doesn’t mean I’ve
changed my mind, no matter what my body thinks.
Her wolf stirred in her mind, reminding her of its feelings on
the matter.
Fine, my wolf doesn’t have a
problem with the whole mating thing. But too bad. I’m the one in
charge.

Hands dried, she could still smell herself,
smell the heat. She peered down at her crotch with a sigh. She
grabbed some tissue, scrubbing her pussy to erase the signs of her
arousal. Her vigorous rubbing, though, didn’t help the situation.
With a curse, she pulled up her pants only to come in contact with
her damp panties.

She wrinkled her nose.
Eew!
But with no choice
because she sure as hell wasn’t going to remove them, she bore it
and buttoned her pants. She took one last peek in the mirror and
almost didn’t recognize herself. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes
bright and heavy-lidded—all in all she had an “I’m horny” look.
Maybe they wouldn’t notice.

With one last deep breath, she went back out
and met Nathan’s knowing grin.

“
Everything okay in there?” he asked
with an arched brow.

“
Fine,” she muttered, dropping her
gaze.

“
If you need help with
anything
,
let me know. I’d be more than happy to oblige.” He
made his meaning clear, and annoyed at one of the causes of her
confusion—and arousal—she slugged him in the stomach and left him
gasping for air before returning to the dining area.

They’d cleared the table during her
interrupted make-out session with herself and set it with a tray of
evil-looking desserts, fluffy cream-filled pastries that
screamed,
Eat me!

Maybe I’ll just have a bite of one
before I go to my room.

John and Kody stood at her approach, and she
bit her lip not to laugh as she noted them covering their groins.
Out of fear or something else?

She sat down and immediately reached for a
treat. She popped it into her mouth and bit down. She closed her
eyes at the taste. Sweet, heavenly pleasure. The sugar melted on
her tongue in a burst of flavor that made her groan. She savored it
slowly and opened her eyes to grab another, but before she could
move, she found three held out in front of her face.

Startled, she grabbed one and tried to curb her
enthusiasm for the dessert, but it was hard, because not only did
the second one taste just as freaking good, all three men were
eyeing her with extreme hunger. She licked her lips clean and
shivered when Nathan growled.

“
What’s your problem?” she
asked.

His eyes glittered. “Stop teasing.”

She frowned. “I’m just eating the
dessert.”

John cleared his throat, drawing her attention.
“I think what he means to say—”

“
Is you are one freaking hot lady,”
interrupted Kody with green eyes that glowed with
interest.

“
When you eat that, all I can think
of is you eating my—”

He never did finish his sentence because Nathan
dove over the table and hit Kody, taking them both to the floor.
Dana watched them tussling on the floor with her mouth
open.

“
What the fuck are they doing?” she
exclaimed.

“
Training exercise to work off
dinner,” John replied, helping her from her seat. “Ignore
them.”

“
I intend to. Boys,” she said with a
disgusted snort.

John linked her arm in his and led her away
from the grunts and smacks of the fight, but she couldn’t help
craning back to watch.

John tried to divert her attention. “I think
you should get some rest. It’s been a long day, and you’re still
recovering.”

Dana almost said,
I’m fine
, but kept her
mouth shut, the words caught in her throat because, in the midst of
the impromptu battle, shirts were getting torn, and the sight went
beyond decadent. Hot, muscled flesh rippled and strained as Nathan
and Kody rolled about, straining and heaving against the other. It
was wrong and childish of them, but it still brought on an
excitement that made her nipples tighten and her cleft
quiver.