His Reign (The Opeth Pack Saga Book 1) (7 page)

This felt like home. Not Hungary, not America, but here, between her legs. Surrounded by both lovers, Ilona’s heat alone carried a lot of power. He felt her warmth surround him. He still was missing something mentally.

With Lukina as the loving third to tie them together, this was truthfully home. But he hadn’t touched her since he’d slid inside Ilona.

Reaching out for her now, he found a breast and tugged it toward him. Drawing her into his mouth, he sucked on the sensitive flesh, biting down hard.

Lukina yelped and dug her nails into his flesh.

He moaned, jerking himself inside Ilona, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the open field.

Lukina arched her body against his in rhythm with his thrusts into Ilona.

Ilona’s thighs gripped Józsi’s cock and gave him a squeeze.

He shuddered above her.

Two pairs of hands caressed his shoulders. A pair of hands slid his pants completely off, exposing his flesh to the elements. A cold chill went through him until Lukina’s mouth pressed little kisses against the small of his back.

Arching forward into Ilona, he thrust inside her, moving slowly. Rising upwards, he straddled her, dipping down his head between her breasts for a taste.

She was sweet, feminine to the core and all his. Or did he belong to Lukina
and
Ilona? Right now, it didn’t matter.

Fingernails raked down his back. Józsi threw his head back and let out a hiss through gritted teeth. Lukina’s mouth fastened to his. He circled her waist with one hand, pulling her to them both.

Lukina yelped, looking down to find Ilona’s teeth, fangs nibbling at her thigh.

A tongue brushed over sensitive skin and the threesome began moving in rhythm. Two sets of fingers penetrated Lukina’s eager pussy, massaging, exploring, and spreading her open.

Józsi wasn’t sure who had brushed her clit, but the reaction she gave indicated they’d better do it again. Stroke for stroke, Józsi matched Ilona, and Lukina bucked against them.

Lukina spread out alongside them on the ground, entwining her legs around Józsi’s and Ilona’s.

Ilona’s legs tightened around Józsi’s thigh. A hand caught his and squeezed. Someone bit his shoulder; hair fell over his back. His hair brushed Ilona’s cheeks. His heart beat faster, his rhythm picked up, matching Ilona’s thrusts.

Tension built inside him, swelling and concentrating around his lower abdomen and his balls. He held on, gripping Ilona’s thigh, digging his fingers into her soft flesh.

“Give it to me,” Ilona demanded in a breathy cry. “Give it to me.” She slammed her hips upwards while Lukina rocked on both her hand and his and then her body shuddered and shook.

Józsi felt her nails dig into his skin painfully. He hissed out her name and came deep inside of Ilona, shooting hard and fast and repeatedly.

Her hands slid down over her breasts, down her stomach and to her lips where his cock pulsed. She swirled her fingers around in his seed, brushing her fingers over her clit.

His orgasm triggered hers. Her entire body tensed beneath his and she shook violently.

Hands were everywhere on him. Fingers gripped hair, tugging, and teeth bit into his flesh. He growled his release in unison with Ilona and Lukina.

The grayish white aura around all three of them seeped into Józsi’s skin. Suddenly he felt very tired. Falling forward on top of Ilona, he felt two pairs of arms embrace him and pull him into the two bodies.

Hours later, light snowfall woke Józsi. The air was brisk, salty, a light wind blowing snowflakes toward them, blanketing the church. The sun had nearly set over the horizon. He stood, stretching and yawning. Sniffing the air, he padded away from the warmth of the two girls.

Ilona raised her head slightly and looked at him. Shaking the snowfall off his fur, he began pacing back and forth. Ilona whimpered and he looked back at her.
What?

Szeret, what are you doing? We need to think of our next move. Preferably back out of Hungary. We’re a good three hours away from Budapest. Farther, since we’re on foot. We can make it to the truck in about half a day if we start out now.

Lukina snuggled closer to Ilona.

Józsi watched them together, huddled for warmth. He looked toward the forest and back at Ilona. Walking over to the two, he nuzzled Lukina.

She stirred, raising her head and yawning.

Come on, let’s go.
His voice sounded harsh even to his ears. After what they’d shared earlier, his heart felt the change in him.

Ilona stretched. She nuzzled Lukina again.

The younger wolf raised her head and nodded.
What’s going on?

Her stomach grumbled.

We’re going back to Budapest and leaving this country.

You’re turning your back on the pack?

Growling at her, Józsi turned around and started walking, knowing full well what he was doing.

Ilona and Lukina stood, stretched again and followed after him.

* * *

S
everal hours later
, the trio had made it to the village of Szentendré. Walking down the cobblestone streets as humans wasn’t too difficult, since most folks were inside and those who were out in the cold were too busy dealing with the weather to notice three people, no matter how different, walking down the street.

For some unexplained reason, the ability for Józsi to maintain his illusion as a human was stronger here.

A large Doberman sitting outside a butcher shop barked at Lukina. She huddled closer to Józsi. Józsi turned around and glared at the big dog. He whimpered and shrank back against the wall.

“We could get a room for the night and leave first thing in the morning,” Lukina offered.

“No. We need to leave tonight.”

“We’re not going to catch anything out of Hungary going to the States this late in the evening. We’ll need money, supplies, and passports. By the time we arrive in Budapest, it’ll be after midnight. Please, Józsi. Let’s just rest tonight.” She tugged on his hand.

He looked at her carefully, studying her face. They were all hungry and cold. A night wouldn’t kill them, would it? The faster he got out of this country, the better.

“I can take care of the money, passports, and all, but…” He sighed heavily. “Fine. Find us a place, Lukina.”

Half an hour later, the trio had checked into a quaint little hotel in downtown Szentendré. The innkeeper showed them to their room upstairs. Opening the door, he bid them a good night and handed them the key before returning back to his desk with his fat old wife.

Józsi looked around at the small room. “It’s not much, but we can get a hot meal tonight and be out of here before anything else happens.”

There was a small bed for two that sat atop a wooden frame. A pitcher of fresh water sat on the wooden nightstand next to a telephone, phone book, and some tourist information.

Ilona sat on the edge of the bed and took off her top. “Do we have running hot water?” Her breasts bobbed up and down and her skin revealed marks from Józsi and Lukina’s earlier play.

Józsi’s mouth watered at the sight of her luscious flesh. He grew hard instantly, desire coursing through his veins.

Lukina kicked off her shoes tossed them by the far wall. Padding into the tiny bathroom, she began whistling. She shut the door.

“She’s an odd one.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Ever since I can remember, she’s been the odd one, Józsi. Acting out, demanding, making sure everything was as fair as possible. That’s been a role she’s had forever.”

He shrugged and undid his boots. “It’s a big burden for a small wonder.”

“
Igen.
Yes. She is a small wonder, but she’s our wonder.”

Józsi couldn’t take his eyes off Ilona’s chest. “You should put a shirt on or you’ll catch a cold.”

She grinned wickedly. “I’m going to join Lukina in the shower. You should help warm us both up.”

“Anything to—” He stopped himself.

A heavy sigh came from Ilona. “Pass the time, Józsi? Why are you so desperate to get out of Hungary?”

“Because I don’t belong here. It’s not my home.”

“You keep saying that, but it’s not entirely true. Is it? You really are confused as much as we are by the prophecy. Admit it. And you want to be back with us. I can smell your attraction and since we haven’t shared blood”

Rational thought was impossible with her sitting in front of him bare chested. So, he said nothing and chose to remain ignorant to the stirring in his loins.

She ran her hands over her breasts, behind her head, taking her thick auburn hair with her, letting it fall over her shoulders. It blanketed her. “The skirt is wet and should come off, too.”

“Strip.”

A large grin crossed her face. Standing, she shoved the floor length skirt past her hips. She stepped out of it and handed the wet cloth to Józsi.

He took it from her and set it on a chair by the heater. Turning the heater on, he draped her top over the desk beside the chair. “Now what?”

She sat back down on the bed, crossing and uncrossing her legs, giving him a full view of her smooth mound.

His fingers itched to touch her, his tongue to taste her. In the background he heard the water turn on and he knew Lukina was naked by now too. Neither of them could stand to be clothed for long.

“Szeret
, lover, join us. We will show you where home is. I’ll give you a hint.” Her voice dropped another note. “It’s not in Hungary or in the Americas.”

Standing, she patted her pussy and her heart.

He cocked an eyebrow. “Lukina feels the same way?”

The door behind him opened. Lukina appeared in the doorway, her hands on luscious hips. Her hair had been piled high in a towel atop her head and the towel she wore around her chest stopped just at the juncture of her hip. If she bent over either direction just slightly, he'd get quite a show. She reached for the clasp on the towel, tugged it free and let it drop to the floor in a pile at her feet. “I do indeed, Józsi.”

Steam wafted through the room, warming things up considerably.

Ilona’s hand brushed against his stomach. Fingers splayed over his muscles. He moved into her, letting her fingers explore his rough skin. A second hand traced patterns over his abdomen.

“I’m so glad to see you’re in such good shape,
szeret.
A stomach like this must have taken a lot of hard work.” Ilona bent down and kissed his chest.

Shuddering, he licked his lips. Fingers caught the waist of his jeans, undid his belt. Her hand was mere centimeters from his engorged cock.

Ilona looked at him through half open eyes. “Do you want me to touch you?”

He looked down at her. She looked so sweet, innocent, hands spread over his thighs. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her deep blue eyes. He nodded.

“Good. Because you are my Alpha, always.” Her voice dropped another notch, the sultry sound arousing him further.

His body tensed. This could happen again, right? Józsi lifted his hands to her shoulders and touched her. Her skin was feverishly hot to the touch.

“I want you,” she mouthed.

He stared deeply into her eyes, watching lust dance wildly in her irises.

She licked her bottom lip, dragging her tongue over the skin slowly.

Józsi stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her. Crushing her breasts to his body, he felt just how incredibly hot she’d become in a matter of seconds. A second pair of arms wrapped around his waist.

“You’re mine,” Lukina whispered harshly, her breath tickling his earlobe.

A tongue circled around his navel.

He quivered against her.

Hands lifted his shirt up over his head and tossed it on the floor.

“Yum.” Lukina licked his shoulders.

Tension built within him, gathering around the center of his stomach, just above his groin. To give himself to them both again was to lose himself. His mind became clouded with erotic sensation.

Two tongues licked and swirled circles around his torso. Ilona’s fingers dipped beneath his waistband, tugging his pants down. Lukina helped yank his pants down around his ankles.

He kicked aside his trousers and his cock jutted forward, bobbing in the air. Józsi turned around to have one woman on each side.

Both of them began kissing their way down his body, starting at his cheek, moving down toward his chest. Each woman took a nipple in her mouth and sucked him to a tiny peak.

Hissing, he wrapped a hand in each woman’s hair. It was easier to grab a handful of Lukina’s mane; her hair was soaked and stuck to her body.

Someone grabbed his cock; he wasn’t sure whom. It didn’t matter. Surrendering himself to their assault, he realized that somewhere in all of this, he’d let go and succumbed to the idea of belonging to them both.

A pair of lips wrapped around his shaft and drew him into her mouth. Looking down at his legs, he saw Ilona’s mouth on his cock. Hissing again, he tightened his grip on Lukina’s hair.

Nails caressed the part of his leg where his thigh met his hips. He shuddered visibly. Goose bumps appeared all over his arms and legs. His hair stood on edge.

“Let your body mold to my body,” Lukina’s lusty voice mouthed in his ear.