His Reign (The Opeth Pack Saga Book 1) (6 page)

Turning into his wolf form, Józsi took off toward the villa. Running as fast as he could toward the smell of smoke and blood cleared his head. He hadn’t really done much running around in Texas. There was plenty of land, but he never found the time to be out in the open like this. He wasn’t the only wolf in Houston, but he didn’t bother looking for others, either.

Józsi came upon the villa and stopped. Some of the houses were smoldering, others had been burned completely to the ground. There were bodies scattered loosely about the street, some human, others lupine. The area smelled of smoke and ash. The putrid scent of death hung heavily in the air, making Józsi cough.

The stench made his stomach turn. He padded up the street toward Ilona’s home and found a few windows had been broken and the door was shattered. Stepping inside the house, he looked around. Everything was still as it was last night. A fire burned in the fireplace as though someone was home.

Something crashed behind him. His ears perked up and he moved to one side of the doorframe and waited patiently. Nothing happened. No other sounds followed.

Józsi continued searching the house, looking for signs of Lukina or anything he could find to help him figure out what the hell was going on.

Standing on human legs, he rummaged through the kitchen and the living area and eventually picked up the paper he’d spotted last night. It looked as though Ilona had started a letter to him.

Scanning the page, he read in detail about Kiba’s madness, her missing him and even her suggestion that he lead the pack after Kiba had been dealt with.

That was a funny thought. He didn’t want to ever be a leader. It was too much responsibility to care for more than just himself. He wasn’t good in dealing with others. Hell, he’d run out on the two women who loved him more than life itself! He couldn’t lead a pack. Still, he took the paper and slipped it into his pocket.

Making his way back to the bedroom where they slipped out the window last night, he looked around for any sign of Lukina. He sniffed the air for her scent, found it, and followed it to just outside the house.

Her scent led him down a path toward the forest again, but not in the direction they’d gone last night.

Stepping carefully through the leaves, he continued to follow the scent. Bullet holes in a nearby tree caught his attention. He looked down at the ground and found a garment of clothing that looked like the top Lukina had worn last night.

Something in a nearby bush moved and leaves rustled, catching Józsi’s attention. He turned his head to see a tail wagging slowly.

“Lukina?”

The tail began waving faster, beating the ground rhythmically.

Cautiously, Józsi took a step closer toward the bush.

A gray coated hind leg appeared, covered in blood and dirt. She whimpered.

Józsi didn’t reply. Moving the foliage aside, he saw Lukina lying on the ground, her fur a rumpled mess. “What happened?”

I passed out. The last gunshot above the tree over there is all I remember. I must have slammed into something and tripped.

He set his hands on his hips. “You’re lucky not to have been discovered.”

She whimpered again.

“Jesus Christ, you two are a pain in the ass.” His lip curled up in mock disgust.

Lukina looked up at him and barked.

“Ilona’s back at the church with a hurt foot. Can you move?”

Lukina struggled to stand but managed to get up on all four legs. The next thing Józsi knew, she stood naked as a human before him.

"You didn't make it out with clothes, did you?

She shook her head. "I wanted to make sure Ilona was safe so I shoved her out with you. Gunshots broke the glass in our room so I took cover, waited and jumped out the other window wearing only my negligee. It ripped so I tossed it.

Her lush body was still covered in dirt, but she looked as gorgeous as Ilona did, with a fairer complexion. Her breasts were also a tad bit smaller, but ever so round. He traced a line down from her curvaceous ass and hips to long, slender legs with his eyes. She wasn’t as rubenesque as Ilona, but she was still a beauty by any standard.

“Get dressed.”

She pouted. “I don’t have any clothes.”

“Your house was untouched. Who lit the fire?”

“I don’t know. But I'll grab clothes.” She sighed heavily.

He nodded. “Let’s go, then.”

After getting dressed and returning with clothes for Ilona, the two made their way toward the church. The gray sky gave way to some sunlight but large storm clouds threatened the light.

Józsi turned to Lukina, set a hand on her shoulder. "How do you feel about coming back with me to America?”

Lukina glanced at him, moving tendrils of hair back from her face. “I would go wherever you and Ilona wanted me to.”

“You are not bound to me.”

“No, but I would love that very much. She and I already are bound through blood ritual. Why do you ask?”

Great. The blood bond ensured they would always know where each wolf was. Sharing of blood was an old ritual in many cultures for a reason but for wolves it was particularly powerful because it linked the parties so deep that the death of one caused all else who partook to become almost fatally ill. “Because I think the smartest thing to do is for us to get the hell out of Hungary before things go from bad to worse.”

“We can’t leave Hungary. Ilona is the pack healer, responsible for dealing with our ailing while training our youth. You know that. I am…”

Prophecy had a way of making things work that didn't always appeal to Józsi but clues started to sink in. It was too easy to rescue Ilona earlier. That part fit with where his mind went but the hunters coming? No. That didn't make sense. Not unless you put in how many of them spoke almost perfect English. Józsi stopped, turned to face her. He cut his hand across his body, leaned into Lukina. “What is it with you two? You first told me you wanted me to bring you back to America and now you can't go because you're the pack healers? What game are you playing at?”

Ilona set a hand on Lukina's shoulder. “What do you mean?”

Oh, no. This was so not happening. His upper lip curled in a snarl. “Are you two the only healers the pack has? And was this your idea of getting me back here? Lie to me?"

Lukina strolled up, swung her fist at his jaw.

He caught it just millimeters from his skin, inhaled the scent of her raw anger.

"How
dare
you accuse me of such trickery! You know better! Damn it, Józsi." Her blue eyes burned bright with rage.

"Do I? Seriously Lukina? Because it seems awfully convenient that I'm here and there is no leader other than Les. And it seems rather odd that—” He lost his train of thought by staring at Lukina.

"Incredulous, you'd even think that of us, Józsi. None of us have a hand in our fate, not if it's left up to prophecy. Even as we guide ourselves into what we think is our path, it's not always clear the outcome. The only thing you can be certain of is what you do know and that's," she poked him in the chest, "how we'd never betray you."

Truly, he had no idea anymore. He'd been with them this long and already started finding how much he had missed the lush vegetation and scents in the air around him. It wouldn't be long before extricating himself became too difficult, because his heart had forever belonged to Lukina and Ilona. And this place. He clenched his teeth. "Fine. Can the pack not survive without you?”

She shrugged. “It could, but why mess with history?”

Józsi looked straight ahead, tossed her hand aside. “Because history will get you killed.” He'd kept up with the papers, watched the wars in various parts of the world and saw the repeated mistakes made by leadership all in the name of trying to keep peace. Józsi wanted no part in that decision making process. He started walking again.

Lukina caught up and kept pace with him.

They came to the back of the field by the church and stopped.

Drawing in a deep breath, he pointed to where Ilona had been when he left her. “She’s over there.”

Lukina put her hands on her oh so sensual hips. “You know, it’s not so healthy to feel alone amongst your own kind.”

Józsi waved a hand absentmindedly. “What would you know about loneliness?”

“
I
know enough
about loneliness from watching Ilona. She’s missed you more than I could imagine. Have you even seen her smile recently?”

There was nothing he could say to that, so he kept quiet. But Lukina wasn’t done.

“Next time, just look at her. Just look at how empty her smile is, Józsi. And think about what you could do to fill that emptiness.”

Her words punched him in the gut. “Nothing I can do will fill that space. I am only responsible for myself.”

“Be that way.” Abruptly, Lukina turned and strolled off through the field, her ponytail swinging just below her shoulders.

He'd have to leave this all behind shortly. Of course he could stick around just to make sure the two of them were safe enough for the time being. That wasn't something he wanted to sign on for. Maybe...he shook his head at the thought of dragging them back to America. Instead, Józsi followed her until he came upon her and Ilona. Embracing, Ilona held Lukina tightly. The sight of them together, pack sisters and lovers for eternity, so openly tugged mercilessly at his heart.

“Well, what are we doing next?” Ilona looked at Józsi.

“
We
are doing nothing. I am going back home tonight.” He pursed his lips.

“But you promised me you would help us. You promised us both that you’d never throw us out to the sharks.”

“That’s right.” Ilona stepped closer to Józsi, torment in her eyes. Putting her hands on her hips, she looked angrily at him. “You promised us you’d never leave. And now you’re going to leave us. Again. Why are you such a damn liar, Józsi?”

“Hey.” He put his hands up. “I’m not a liar.”
I would rather you both come with me.
“You can both either come with or remain here. But this is not my battle.”

“Yes, it is.” Lukina strode forward, pointing her finger into his chest. “This is your battle the same as it is ours. Kiba was your Alpha and the Opeth pack is your pack, whether you like it or not. Accept it, Józsi, and be a fucking man.”

His eyes widened. Nobody challenged him the way Lukina always did. He took a step back and kept his hands up.

Ilona followed him. “You’re here. You might as well help us.”

“I don’t have to do anything.” He turned and began walking away. The truck they used to drive into Budapest was only a few miles away, and Budapest could be reached on foot in a day.

“That’s right.” Ilona turned her back on him. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Run away again, you fucking asshole.”

“She’s right. You’re a coward.” Lukina spat out.

Seething, Józsi spun around and stared at them, his pulse racing. Fists clenched, eyes burning with rage while his nostrils flared He was tired of being accused of leaving everyone behind. Didn't they realize this was for the best? "I'm not a God damn leader!"

His gaze settled on Ilona's heaving chest, hardened nipples poking against the fabric of her top. She still hadn't changed from earlier and the sight of bared skin ramped up his already charged emotions, but it redirected it toward his now throbbing cock, rather than anger.

Without thought, he crossed the distance between Ilona and himself. Capturing her by the shoulder, he yanked her mouth to his, plundering her with his tongue. Her sweet scent assaulted his senses, setting his nerves on fire.

She sucked in a breath, eyes open wide. Her shoulders tensed beneath his fingers and then relaxed as her body went limp in his arms.

He pulled back from the kiss, his body hard as a rock, and bit at her lower lip, nipping her until he drew blood.

Ilona whimpered beneath him. His tongue slid past her lips and she captured it, nibbling on it.

Loving the sound of her whimpers, Józsi thrust his tongue deeper, caressing her velvety mouth organ. His fingers tangled in her brown curls, tugging her head back to expose her neck. He broke form the kiss and flicked his tongue over a plump lower lip. Licking a trail down her jaw and neck, his tongue circled her collarbone.

He felt her skin burn. Her breasts pressed against his chest and she molded her body to his. Moaning beneath his mouth, she stepped closer.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers coiling around strands of his long hair. His cock ached painfully.

He brought a hand went to her breast, kneading her soft flesh into a hardened peak beneath her top.

She arched her body into his, sighing pleasurably.

Lukina coughed, distracting them both.

Józsi tore his mouth from the feverish kiss and looked at Ilona. Strands of hair stuck to her damp forehead; the rest of her was disheveled.

She looked delicious.

“Finally.” Lukina took a deep breath. She placed a hand on Ilona’s cheek and brought her mouth to hers, opening for a kiss.

Ilona took control of the kiss and seized Lukina’s tongue.

A hand snaked around Ilona’s waist and Lukina pulled their bodies together.

Józsi couldn’t believe what he was about to do.

Lukina and Ilona broke from the kiss and stared at him, two pairs of eyes with flames of lust dancing in them. “Strip,” Ilona commanded.

“Whoa.” He put his hands up and took a step backward. “Nobody—” he stopped short.

Both women took another step toward him, wicked mischief dancing in their eyes.

His eyebrow shot up. “Out here in the open?”

Ilona nodded. “You were going to fuck me in the field last night anyway.”

His jaw dropped. “Really?”

“Your sarcasm is lost on us both. Strip.” Lukina’s voice sounded older, more controlling. Both women held out a hand.

If he took their hands, he’d drown in ecstasy. Hell, he might even die from the heat of their lust. It had been awhile since he’d taken a lover. And she hadn’t been nearly as pretty as either of these two.

Józsi raised a hand to meet Ilona’s, their fingers brushing lightly. He felt sparks sizzle between them. His other hand followed suit, grasping Lukina’s.

They pulled him to them and suddenly he had two pairs of lips kissing down his jaw. Two pairs of hands roaming over his shoulders, his chest, his flat washboard stomach.

A tongue slithered around his ear. He moaned through closed lips.

I will heal your heart if you let me,
he heard a voice inside his head speak. It sounded distant, but like Ilona’s.

Looking at her, he captured her mouth with his and sucked in her tongue, playing with it, rolling it around his mouth.

Ilona pressed her body to his, fitting nicely against his hardness before drawing a leg around his and rubbing herself against him.

Lukina’s nimble hands encircled his waist, fingers splaying beneath his shirt.

Józsi shuddered beneath her touch. Lukina’s fingers caressed his body, sending signals straight to his cock. He smelled the liquid pooling between two pairs of lips, drew in their scents.

He pulled back from kissing Ilona and dipped his head to kiss Lukina.

Her lips weren’t as plump as Ilona’s, but still juicy, all the same.

Lukina moaned, arching her body into his, her breasts crashing into his side, arms wrapping around the back of his neck and sliding down over his massive shoulders.

He hoped he could keep this up.

Arching her body against his, he felt every inch of Lukina with his hands.

Ilona flicked her tongue over the curve of his ear. She breathed heavily in his ear.

His knees went weak. How could they both feel so good to him? “Oh god!” Words came out as a harsh whisper. He grabbed Ilona by the shoulders and shoved her down to her knees.

She fell to the ground and reached for his zipper.

He jerked away at first.

“Józsi, why?” Ilona looked up at him, her hair matted and her lips open in a pout.

He looked down at her with soft eyes. The image of her sucking his cock surfaced and made his hard cock ache. His heart wondered how he could love them both, if he loved anyone at all. “How can I please both of you at the same time?”

“You need not worry about that.” Lukina spoke first. “Just love us emotionally. The physical stuff will come into play soon enough.”

He didn’t want to believe in the emotional attachment. It had been so long since he’d had an emotional attachment to anyone that he’d almost forgotten how.

It was a struggle between his mind and his heart again. He didn’t know what to do. But he quickly realized it didn’t matter.

Ilona’s hand brushed over his cock and he twitched beneath his pants. She reached for the zipper, slowly tugging it down, down until his cock was free. His cock fell forward, proudly jutting outward.

She wrapped nimble fingers around it and began licking it like a lollipop.

Józsi shuddered, his nerves on edge from her mouth on his cock and Lukina’s tongue in his ear. Hair stood up on the back of his neck, trembles started low in his belly and branched outward to his knees.

He felt Lukina’s fingers tangle in his hair, catching loose strands of hair from his ponytail. She took a handful of hair and tugged his head backward, exposing the chorded muscle of his neck. Licking his neck, she swirled her tongue around in circles.

Sensations shot through his body from both women.

“Let me love you,” Ilona begged, her lips sealing around his cock while she spoke.

“And let me love you too.” Lukina’s mouth latched onto his neck rapaciously.

He couldn’t think. Physical response took over, pushing out all other thoughts. Shoving away the desire to evade the prophecy, the people or the pack. Unadulterated lust consumed him. Compulsion to bury himself inside her warmth drove his actions.

Gripping his cock in one hand, he pulled it from Ilona’s mouth. “Get on the ground,” he commanded in a raspy voice.

Ilona giggled.

In an instant, Lukina moved from his side to Ilona’s.

Ilona sat on the ground, leaning back on her hands, spreading her long legs apart.

Lukina’s mouth sealed over Ilona's.

Józsi took his cock and pumped himself a few times, feeling the satiny steel erection already slick with precum and Ilona’s saliva. Kneeling beside Ilona, he took her face in his hands and brought his mouth down on hers with fervor. Sinking his tongue between her lips, he embraced the feeling of her hands around his shoulders. Tension escaped him as her fingers massaged his aching muscles.

A second pair of hands found his mane, stroking his hair, comforting him. Setting him at ease. He opened his eyes briefly to see Ilona’s voluptuous body glowing a grayish white color. Warmth filled his veins.

“Take your pants completely off, silly!” Ilona pressed her lips to his chest.

Lukina continued licking his ear, flicking her tongue against the soft skin.

Ilona reached for his cock, gripping him with warm, nimble fingers. She began pumping him.

He arched his body forward and a blissful moan escaped his lips.

Fingers tousled his hair, ran down his chest. Someone reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. Discarding his shirt, he watched Lukina’s mouth attach to one nipple.

Ilona’s fingers caressed his chest, starting from his neck and running down his stomach before taking his cock in hand again.

His stomach trembled, tremors racing throughout his body. The pungent scent of both women’s arousal filled his nose, sex heavy in the air.

She gave him a few pumps. “I want this inside me,” she begged.

Unable to think, he leaned forward, aching to give her what she wanted.

Her mouth sealed around his cock, heat engulfing him. Fingers traced patterns over his spine, sending more shivers throughout his body.

Lukina’s hands caressed his hair, tugging, brushing through his long thick hair. Relaxation set in slowly as desire kicked in full steam.

Ilona sucked him slowly, her tongue flicking over his head like a candy cane. She drew him in deeper and deeper until she’d sucked him all the way to the hilt. His balls rested heavy on her chin.

A hand snaked under his cock to caress his shaved balls.

He groaned, balling his fists in the air.

Fingernails ran across his sensitive skin.

His hips jerked forward, his mind barely processed Lukina's fingers holding his sac.

Lukina took his hands and pulled them behind him.

Nails dug into his wrists, exiting him further. His balls drew up against his skin.

Ilona moaned, sending vibrations over his cock and throughout his body.

“Are you going to let me fuck you?” he groaned through gritted teeth.

Ilona withdrew his cock from her mouth with a loud pop and laughed. “Of course, but you’ve got to give me something.”

“I have…nothing to…give…”

Lukina kissed the top of his shoulders, igniting raging flames of lust inside him. She trailed her lips down his back until she’d reached his spine. Fiery kisses scorched his skin, making him quiver. Ilona’s fingers wrapped around his shaft. She tugged him closer to her, pulling off her top with one hand.

Sitting before him bare chested, she looked gorgeous. Her hair fell over her shoulders, covering a plump breast. Józsi had a chance to really look at her for the first time in several years; she’d filled out quite nicely—curves, breasts, and hips all to his liking.

He licked his lips and lowered himself to her.

Lukina went with him, her mouth still planting burning kisses on his back. Fingers massaged his scalp, easing more tension from him. More aggression dissipated from his being, more worry slipped through his tired mind.

Ilona reached for his cock as Józsi bunched her skirt up around her waist. She took his cock and placed him just at the center of her pussy.

“I’m ready,” she mouthed

Mere millimeters away she still felt so wet, so hot. He couldn’t wait another second. His heart knew what it wanted. His body was eager, hungry. Impaling her with his engorged cock, he growled hoarsely.

Her cries matched his.

Two fingers pressed against his mouth. Lukina’s hand, he guessed. Flicking his tongue over the two fingers, he drew them into his mouth.

Ilona’s pussy was so hot, so velvety smooth. She was the soft sheath to his hard steel cock.