Her Alphas (7 page)

The man-beasts struggled against the big Russian’s grip for
a gut-wrenching moment before finally calming and shifting back to their human
forms. As if waiting to make sure they were under control, Sergei remained
werewolf for a moment longer.

With all the commotion, Gwen hadn’t heard Jenny come out of
the bedroom.

“What the hell?” the little blonde asked.

Sergei turned toward her voice and when he finally did shift
back, he seemed unfazed by his nakedness.

Gwen had seen the former alpha’s impressive assets on one
other occasion, but she couldn’t help but glance between his legs. The surge of
adrenaline through her body, the supernatural energy clouding the room, and the
sight of that massive cock were a heady combination. Gwen felt as if she were
in a dream state and she was incredibly turned on.

A gush of cream dampened her crotch as she imagined what was
hidden beneath Tommy’s jeans and what it would be like to fuck him. Or perhaps
him
and
Alex. Her fantasy was interrupted when Alex spun around to face
her and a low growl rumbled from his chest. Tommy chuckled as if pleasantly
surprised.

Heat spread from Gwen’s pussy up to her face and she knew
her cheeks must be bright red. She was more primed than she’d ever been and—despite
a gnawing embarrassment beneath her arousal—she didn’t blink under the alpha’s
feral stare.

* * * * *

“You wanted him!” Alex stormed when the others had gone. It wasn’t
a question. It was an accusation.

Gwen stood in the wreckage of the scuffle, hands fisted at
her side and that maddening, indignant expression on her face. The scent of her
arousal was thick in the air and Alex was pumped with adrenalin.

Crossing her arms under her breasts, she met his glare
without flinching. No other female—human or werewolf—had the wherewithal to do
that.
Why aren’t you afraid?

Gwen’s courage was part of what drew him to her and the
thing that confused him the most. Her home had just been torn apart by two
werewolves and a mountain lion shifter and she was acting as if they’d just had
a spat over who was going to do the dishes.

Besides the supernatural brawl, she had to know he could
sense her arousal and her obvious attraction to Tommy Longtree.
You wanted
him.

“Didn’t you?” he snarled.

“Yes!” she finally shouted. “Yes, I wanted him and I want
you. Do you think you’re the only one who can get turned on, Alex?”

She shook her head. “I sit here for three weeks every month
while you’re in L.A. and I wait for you. I want you every day, Alex. Not just
twenty-five percent of the time. But that’s all you’re offering, so I wait! In
the meantime, I have to deal with all kinds of crazy from this fucking pack.”

Her face was flushed and the scents of anger and desire
seeped from every pore. The perfume of her emotions was an irresistible
aphrodisiac, but it was her admission that drove Alex wild. She’d wanted them
both.

Alex could imagine her moans if the two supernatural leaders
were to work in harmony to bring her unimaginable pleasure.
So fucking hot.

He took a deep breath and walked toward her. When he got
close enough, Gwen unfolded her arms and pressed her palms against his chest,
pushing him back. “Don’t,” she muttered and looked away.

“Don’t what?” he said, grabbing her wrists and pinning them
to her sides.

“I mean it, Alex.”

But when she looked up him, she bit her lip. The scent of
fresh pussy juice wafted up to him and his erection strained against his fly.

“Do you want me?” he asked.

She turned her head.

“Answer me, Gwen. All you have to do is say no and I’ll go
home and take a cold shower.”

Alex ground his teeth as he waited for her reply.
Answer
me.

Boldly meeting his glare she gave him a crooked smile. “No.”

Gathering both wrists in one hand, Alex reached behind her
head, grabbed a handful of hair and yanked. When her throat was exposed, he
licked a line from her collarbone, up the side of her neck to her ear. He
dragged the tender lobe between his teeth then growled softly, “No?”

“No,” she whispered.

Letting go of her wrists, Alex reached between her legs and
grabbed hard at her crotch. She gasped and he massaged the fleshy mound. He
could feel the damp heat through her jeans. He sucked loudly at the side of her
neck before pressing his lips to her ear again. “No? Do you want me to stop?”

Gwen wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his scruffy
cheek. “No, I don’t want you to stop.”

“Mm,” he responded. He nipped at her skin then stepped back
to look at her.

She’d worn a low-cut top and her big breasts overflowed the
scooped neckline. Alex flattened a palm against the outside of each then pushed
them inward, lengthening her already incredible cleavage. He buried his face in
the soft divide then nodded, knowing that his whiskers would prickle against
her tender skin.

“Alex, please,” she whispered.

He stood, moved his thumbs over her nipples, and teased the
hard nubs through her shirt. “Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

She gasped when he lifted from her feet, carried her to her
room and dropped her none too gently on the bed. “Take your clothes off,” he
demanded then he pulled his shirt over his head.

When they were both naked, he stood beside the bed and she
lay back against the quilt. His cock was so hard it ached. Sweeping his gaze
over her beautiful curves, Alex reached down and stroked himself. “So you want
to get fucked by two men?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Tell me what you would do.”

Gwen moved one hand to her breast and the other between her
legs. “I would ride one big cock while I sucked on the other.”

Fantasy images exploded in Alex’s mind. He climbed on top of
her, grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head. “Keep these here,” he
commanded then crushed his lips against hers.

She moaned and writhed beneath him as he planted kisses down
her throat and chest, then sucked a rigid nipple into his mouth. He teased the
hardened flesh with his tongue, stopping when he felt her fingers sweep through
his hair.

Jerking away from her breast, he roughly snatched up her
wrists and placed them back over her head. “I told you to keep these here. Do
you understand?”

Her eyes widened and she nodded.

“Good,” he growled, then turned his attention back to her
tits, licking, sucking and nipping at each in turn.

“Please,” she panted.

Snaking one hand between their bodies, he slid a finger
inside her dripping sex. When she tilted her hips, he added a second. “God,
you’re so tight,” he moaned against her chest.

The smell of her made his mouth water and he licked a trail
over her soft belly, sliding down her body as he went. He forced open her legs
with his shoulders then sucked hard at her plump inner thigh.

She arched her back and her moans spurred him on. Touching
his nose to her curls, he breathed in the musky perfume. Groaning with need, he
plunged his fingers in and out of her and then lapped up the cream that
gathered around them. “So wet. So sweet,” he muttered against her hot lips.

Like a starving man, he ate at her pussy. Her breath
quickened and the sounds she made told him she was close. “Come for me, baby. Come
for me,”

Sucking her hard little clit between his lips, he forced a
third finger into her and felt her buck and convulse. She cried out his name then
grasped the back of his head and pulled at his hair.

Reaching back to grab her wrists, Alex slid up her body and
pinned them back over her head. “I thought I told you!” he snarled.

Holding her arms with one hand, he reached down, positioned
his shaft at her slick entrance then buried it to the hilt with one mighty
thrust. She cried out at the assault.

Mine.

Tightening his grip on her wrists, he slid his other arm
under one of her legs and draped it over his shoulder. When she was spread wide
for him, he plunged wildly and her breaths came out in grunts.

“You like my big cock, baby?”

“I love it,” she panted.

“You want two big cocks?”

“God, yes!”

With his arm still looped around her thigh, he brought his
cream-covered fingers up to her mouth and forced them between her lips.

“You want one deep in your pussy and one in your mouth like
this?”

Gwen slurped at his fingers and moaned her answer. The feeling
was incredible. His balls tightened and he knew he was past the point of no
return. Her inner walls clamped down on him and the ripples of her next orgasm
sent Alex over the edge. He exploded inside her and her muscles contracted to
milk him dry.

Alex collapsed on top of her, then rolled onto his back,
taking her with him. As his breathing slowed, he stroked the silky skin along
her spine. His body was satisfied, but his mind was reeling. Since becoming a
werewolf, every one of Alex’s senses had been magnified. Sex in general was unimaginably
good, but sex with Gwen was on an entirely different plane. She was unlike any
woman—or supernatural—he’d been with, and he’d been with plenty.

Gwen snuggled against his body and kissed his chest. The
place where her lips met his skin felt electrified.
Who are you?

The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains,
casting shadows across the quilt. Alex’s chest was warm beneath Gwen’s cheek
and she concentrated on the thud of his heartbeat as she waited for sleep.

Between Jenny’s bizarre behavior in the forest and rowdy
supernatural beings in her kitchen, the stress had knotted her muscles. Alex had
given Gwen the release she needed and she let exhaustion fall over her like a heavy
blanket.

Gwen’s breathing slowed and her limbs felt deliciously heavy.
After a nap and a shower, she’d be good as new. Knowing they’d be ravenous when
they awoke, Gwen mentally took inventory of the fridge and cupboards. Spaghetti
and a tossed salad would be quick and easy. She wondered if cougars liked
pasta. She smiled at the thought and sleep was upon her when she was jolted
awake by the ring of Alex’s cellphone.

* * * * *

Just before dusk, Gwen slipped the amulet around her neck,
patted her coat pocket to check for her cell then stepped out onto the cabin
porch. “Time to go, Charlie,” she said to Talbot’s newest resident, then turned
to shut the door.

The meek little man was following so closely that he bumped
into her. “Sorry,” he muttered.

Laying a hand on his shoulder, Gwen smiled at him. “It’s
going to be okay. Tonight will be the worst of it, but it’ll get easier.”

A cold front had moved in and the frost-covered ground
crunched under their feet as they hiked the narrow path through the forest.
When the trail sloped downward, Charlie lost his footing and fell on his ass.
He stood, brushed off the seat of his jeans, then shook his head. “I think I’m
more scared now than when that thing jumped me,” he said.

Gwen was taken by how high and feminine his voice was. “Try
to relax, Charlie. You’re in good hands.”

The fledgling nodded and took a deep breath as if trying to
calm himself. Alex had dressed the man’s wounds, but dried blood stained the
collar of his shredded camouflage hunting jacket and made his round face look
even paler.

Charlie Kerrigan was short, paunchy, and looked more like an
accountant than an outdoorsman. He’d been attacked just before dawn while bow hunting
about forty miles from Talbot.

Charlie had told them that after dragging himself to his
truck, he’d just started driving, not sure where he was going. “I blew right
past the exit for the county hospital and followed the back roads until I saw
that Luna Farms sign. I can’t explain why I did it. It’s like I couldn’t help
myself.”

Sergei Markov had been waiting in his front yard for the man
he said he’d sensed was coming. “He had pissed himself,” Gwen had heard him
whisper to Alex.

Not long ago, Gwen would have thought that Charlie had been
incredibly lucky to have stumbled into a werewolf enclave just hours before
turning into one himself. But she had heard similar stories from almost every
pack member she’d met. After being bitten, they were inexplicably drawn to
Talbot. Alex told her that the same was true for groups all over the world.
Once the wolf was in a man’s blood, the draw of the pack was too strong to
resist.

Some had a few weeks to find their way, but Charlie had been
bitten on the first morning of moon week. They’d barely had time to clean him
up and give him something to eat before sunset. The man had been in shock and
Gwen wondered how much of Alex’s hurried instructions had sunk in.

When Charlie and Gwen reached the hidden entrance to the
cave, she pulled aside the bush and urged him forward with a nod. Most men had
to duck under the low archway, but Charlie passed with clearance to spare. Gwen
selected the flashlight app on her cellphone and illuminated the dark, winding
tunnel.

Charlie stayed close to her side. He was trembling so badly
his teeth chattered. All of her fledglings had all shown some level of fear on
the first night but nothing like this.

The consort led the way to the cell, pausing to light the
candles set in the stone walls. Charlie didn’t protest when Gwen locked the
heavy iron door behind him. He plopped down on the cot and the thin,
vinyl-covered mattress crackled as he fidgeted. Gwen settled into her rocker
and chose a book from the basket.

“So what now, do we just wait?” he asked.

Gwen nodded.

The little man rested his elbows on his knees, cradled his
head in his hands and began to sob. “My wife is going to kill me!”

His sadness shook her. Alex had told Gwen early on that everyone
who was fated to become a werewolf had gone through life without forming
lasting human relationships. They came to the pack with nothing—and no one—to
lose. Any loose ends that might remain were tied up by a pack member who
specialized in such matters.

Charlie was the first fledgling to express his concern to
her about leaving someone behind.

“I’m so sorry, Charlie,” she said. “Tomorrow morning we’ll
meet with the pack’s fixer and discuss your options.”

The little man looked up and wiped his nose. “Options?”

“Some choose to become missing persons and assume a new
identity. Some live among the humans for most of the time and return to the
pack during moon week. Of course, that can’t last forever. Because you’ll age
much more slowly, you’ll eventually have to—”

“I could become a missing person?”

Gwen shrugged. “That’s one option. But then you could never
see your wife again.”

Charlie dropped his head again and his shoulders began to
shake. It took Gwen a moment to realize he was laughing—not crying. When he
looked back at her, he was beaming. “And I’d never have to see that miserable
witch again? She’d think I was dead or something?”

Before she could answer, Charlie wheeled around and stared
up at the skylight. The edge of the three-quarter moon was just crossing into
the opening. He stood motionless for a moment, then slowly removed his clothes,
never taking his eyes from the ceiling.

Unlike the other first-nighters she’d witnessed, Charlie
barely moved as the physical transformation played out. His short, flabby body
grew tall and lean, and thick, dark fur sprouted from his pale skin. When his
face stretched into a long snout, he became almost handsome. He turned his back
to her and spread out his arms as if showering in the lunar rays.

Gwen was surprised by his calmness. Maybe the quiet,
mild-mannered human he’d been had some influence over him even now. She
wondered if she’d be spared the usual first-night vitriol the fledglings
usually screamed at her.

When the moon was at the exact center of the skylight,
Charlie threw back his head and howled. He turned to face her and her gaze was
drawn to the huge erection rising from his groin. His black lips curled back
and he stalked over to the cell door.

“Do you like what you see, bitch?” he growled. His voice had
dropped to a low, full bass.

Here we go.
Gwen almost chuckled at her earlier
optimism.

Struggling to appear nonchalant, Gwen crossed her legs and
pretended to focus her attention on her paperback.

She glanced up just as Charlie wrapped his long claws around
the iron bars and shoved his foaming snout in the gap. “Don’t ignore me, you
stupid cunt! I know you want me. I know you want to suck on my big, hard cock. I
know you want me to fuck you until you can’t sit for a week. And as soon as I’m
done with you, I’m going to go find that yellow bitch that bit me and I’m going
to fuck her senseless too!”

His last word was drawn out into a howl that echoed off the
stone walls. He shook the barred door, then turned and began storming around
the cage, kicking at his discarded clothes. When he reached the cot, he grabbed
the metal frame and tugged. The bolts holding it to the stone floor groaned but
held firm. After a few more tries to dislodge it, Charlie turned his fury to
the mattress and pitched it across the cell.

Gwen couldn’t help but flinch when the pad hit the bars. She
was about to turn back to her book when something skittered across the shadowy
floor near her chair. Certain it was a mouse, she reflexively lifted her feet
and yelped.

While Charlie continued his tantrum, Gwen pulled her
cellphone from her pocket and turned it into a flashlight with a brush of her
thumb. She tentatively swept the beam around her until it landed on a smooth
cylinder near one of the chair’s rockers.
Definitely not a mouse.

Setting her feet back on the floor, Gwen reached down and
snatched up the plastic pill bottle. She twisted the label and directed the
phone’s glow.
Acetylpromazine
. Though she had never heard of the drug,
she could guess at its use and was certain who’d stashed it in the cell. Gwen’s
gut twisted when she realized that Jenny hadn’t outgrown her wildness; she’d just
masked it with some sort of sedative.

Closing her eyes, Gwen tried to tune out the fledgling
raging behind the bars. Snippets of information bubbled up from her
subconscious. What had Charlie screamed?
“That yellow bitch that bit me.”

Gwen’s eyes flew open.
Yellow bitch. Yellow dog.
When
Grandpa Chaney had come to Tommy in his dream, he’d warned of the “yellow dog”.
The image of the little blonde hippie shifting into a golden-furred werewolf
flashed into Gwen’s mind.

No.

She stood and hurried down the tunnel, just out of Charlie’s
view, and swept her finger over the cellphone screen. Flipping to the contacts
page, she tapped Alex’s picture. The device chirped then blinked a “No Service”
message.

“Shit.”

Gwen took a few more paces toward the mouth of the cave and
tried again with the same result.

“Fuckity fuck!” she muttered, then moved closer to the
hidden entrance.

Stopping to turn her ear in the direction of the cell, Gwen
could hear Charlie still raging in the darkness. Ahead, she saw the pale
moonlight shining through the brambles obscuring the opening.

Okay, just think.
She glanced at the time on the
screen. The sun would be up in about—
shit
—ten hours. She knew she really
should just hunker down in the cave and wait it out, then find Alex in the
morning.

On most moon nights Alex would have shifted by now—along
with the other pack members—but when she had a new wolf in the cave, he tried to
stay available by phone.

Gwen weighed her options, her gaze darting from the dark
corridor to the exit. Though it would be safer to stay put until dawn, the urge
to call Alex was overwhelming.

The journal left behind by her predecessors hadn’t covered
this particular contingency, but it had mentioned one thing again and again,
you’ll
just know.

* * * * *

Gwen stood at the mouth of the cave, toying with the amulet
that hung from her neck. The sign of the werewolf—a spiral in an inverted
triangle—had been worn as protection by human consorts since the beginning. The
simple silver pendant gave her a sense of security, but she knew that was only
part of the equation.

She swiveled her head, letting her gaze trace the arc of the
entrance. The phone still displayed the “No Signal” message. Alex’s warning
rang out in her mind—
If you’re in the confines of the cave—and you’re
wearing the necklace—nothing can harm you
. But he’d been clear—one didn’t
work without the other.

Gwen held the cell out at arm’s length. The shortest of the
five signal bars flickered.
Come on!
Cool night air blew across Gwen’s
hand as she extended the phone into the bush blocking the entrance. When she had
a solid bar, she hit redial. The screen indicated “dialing” and she held her
breath.

“Connection Lost.”

Dammit!

Dropping her arm to her side, Gwen craned her neck, scanning
the clearing beyond the cave. Sensing she was alone in this corner of the
forest, she took a deep breath, pushed the branches to one side then stepped
from the shadows. She was three paces from the rocky shelter before she could
get a solid connection.

Her eyes darted across the perimeter of the clearing and she
squeezed the amulet so tightly it stung her right palm. With the other hand,
she pressed the phone to her ear listening to the digital ring.
Come on!
Pick up Alex!

“Gwen?”

The sound of his voice fell over her like a life preserver
and she closed her eyes for an instant before speaking. “Alex, the yellow
dog—it’s Jen—”

The impact sent Gwen sprawling and the phone flew across the
clearing. She had landed flat on her back and the air was jolted from her
lungs. Panic gripped her as she tried to pull oxygen back into her body with a
sickening wheeze.

The lithe golden werewolf was straddling her waist and had
Gwen’s wrists pressed to the cold, hard earth with her hot claws. Pinpoints of
light danced through Gwen’s field of vision and she felt the sticky warmth of
blood oozing from the side of her head.

Gwen forced herself to look up at her attacker. Jenny’s
emerald eyes flashed in the moonlight.

“I’m going to kill you real slow and it is going to hurt
like a motherfucker!” The beast snarled and spittle rained down from her
snapping jaws. “I will fuck you up so entirely that even your precious Alex
won’t recognize you, bitch!”

With a mighty effort, Gwen expanded her chest and drew in
the blessedly cool air. Her neck felt raw and she realized she had snapped the
heavy silver chain that held her amulet. The medal was still clenched in her
bloodied right fist. Jenny released her grasp and brought back a paw as if she
intended to swipe off Gwen’s head.

In an instant, Gwen’s perception shifted so dramatically
that it shook her like a crack of thunder. It was as if every second were
divided into a hundred individual movie frames. Jenny’s razor-sharp claws
curled as she prepared to strike. Thick saliva dripped from her long, pointed
teeth. Her green eyes were illuminated by the moonlight and seemed to glow from
within.