My Alphas: The Complete Series (19 page)

*

Edon and Rey were both looking at her with that
look
. Perhaps the curse was affecting her already, crazy images flooding through her mind. A wanton power took a hold of her.

They were already naked and she was fully dressed and somehow it made it more forbidden.

The moment shimmered, taut and on the edge of breaking. She could seize it or let it go.

She dropped to her knees.

“Come here,” she commanded.

The werewolves stepped closer and she saw both of them hardening as they did. Inside the room it was relatively cool but she didn’t feel it. Her body was burning up as the crazed tramp came out to play.

The werewolves were within reach now. Both of them, bigger than any man she’d ever slept with before.

She reached up and clasped their cocks, one in each hand. She looked up and saw Rey looking down at her, his eyes dark pools of liquid. Edon had his eyes closed as though he was meditating.

She turned and opened her mouth, pulling Rey’s cock into it. Back and forth twice before turning to Edon and doing the same.

Cass was absorbed in the moment but some part of her wished for a mirror. She wanted to see herself on her knees. Submissive but in control.

She turned back to Rey again, brushing her lips against him and hearing him moan. When she wasn’t sucking she was stroking and squeezing. She saw Rey close his eyes as though a deep drowse was coming over him. Between her legs was throbbing, a slick heat. Her skin was tingling as the heat throbbed out from deep inside her. She had the feeling if either of the men touched her then she’d come at once.

It had all happened so fast. Blurting out her plan and then Rey saying yes. Edon ending the meeting and then some silent invitation. Now she was outside herself, seeing the wanton tramp on her knees, naked between two men, sucking on their cocks one after the other.

Rey, moaned under his breath as she teased him. She knew both of them were getting closer but before they could tip over, she’d switch to the other. There was a deep power here. They were Alpha but she was the one in control.

Rey couldn’t take it any longer. He reached down and entwined his fingers in her hair and Cass heard his breath quickening. She pulled back but he had hold of her, asserting his dominance.

She sucked and twisted, as he pulled her back and forth, faster and faster. A moment more and he came, a hot burst of liquid and Cass swallowed, feeling his body shaking.

After a moment he relaxed his fingers and she turned to Edon. She still held Rey’s cock in her hand, stroking it, hearing his every breath.

With no interruptions it was only a minute before Edon was panting. Then in some great synchronicity he reached down and pulled her hair.

The moment pivoted. A girl on her knees, servicing two men. Their property, her only job to pleasure them. But at the same time, their mate.

Cass felt depraved thoughts slip through her. Dominance and submission. She wanted to be forced to her knees, made to suck cock. She wanted to kneel without a word from them and open her mouth. She wanted both, simultaneously.

Soon he could hold back no longer and he came, groaning as he did. Cass swallowed and continued to suck, turning then back to Rey, alternating between them.

That moment soon ended as they picked her up and carried her out of the room. Cass saw a darkened corridor and then they were in a room with a bed. A moment more and she was pushed down on her hands and knees over the bed. She felt a cock slide into her, not knowing which werewolf it was. She moaned into the furs, not wanting to see.

Hands on her hips, pulling her back and forth. All she could hear was her own breath, her heart a thudding drumbeat in her chest as her body tightened and lost control. She came, a jolting orgasm, shrieking into the bed and between one thrust and another she felt a hand on her hips, one pull out, another to take his place.

In the dark, her face buried in furs, she imagined the two Alphas standing behind her, looking down, taking their turn. She saw this but in her fantasy her hands were tied and she was bent over a bench, her ass up in the air, her sex glistening indecently and then one of them stepped forward to lick between her legs.

Cass came again, a pleasure so intense this time it verged on pain. The sex of the moment was incredible and her brain was going crazy, throwing in all these depraved ideas.

Things blurred for a while as she came again. In some unspoken agreement the werewolves seemed to have decided she couldn’t see who she was fucking. One of them pulled the t-shirt over her head, holding in place as a makeshift blindfold, so when she was flipped over on to her back she couldn’t see which Alpha was fucking her.

It went on and on. They were insatiable and because they had already come there seemed to be no end to it.

Cass found herself on her back, a cock in her mouth, another werewolf on top of her, plunging into her over and again.

On her hands and knees, one behind her, the other in her mouth.

In a dizzying moment she felt a mouth on each nipple and fingers stroking over her body. Gulping air, hyperventilating. Between one blurred moment and the next she came, screaming and heard the wolf behind her groan. The moment stretched out, the other taking his place and sinking in to her, only to come ten seconds later.

They collapsed on the bed, gulping air. She slipped the t-shirt off her head but her eyelids were like lead and despite it being day, the room was dim and cool. She breathed in, Edon on her right. Rey on her left, the warmth of their bodies surrounding her and then fell into an exhausted sleep.

*

Rey and the werewolves slipped through the night. He’d chosen nine werewolves to accompany him and they were the sneakiest and quietest of the pack.

Kita had surprised him by requesting to come along and then he’d surprised himself by accepting her offer. They’d never gotten along. She was Edon’s, he knew. She also knew Rey thought the whole spying on humans, gathering information game was a waste of time and she was the embodiment of that.

Well, the old Rey thought that. The new Rey was on his way to destroy water, food and camping supplies rather than ripping limbs off. All at the request of his mate.

Rey considered such things as they stopped and waited while Mera, Galler and Kita scouted forward. The night grew darker, clouds massing, seeming to side with them.

The scouts returned and Kita gave her report.

“They’re spread out over a mile. There is a group of half who are close together. They have lamps and sentries. The rest are spread out. If we move quietly, we can take them without being discovered.”

It was one of Rey’s favorite games growing up and he and Edon had played it many times, sharpening their skills against one another. To move silently. To be less than a quick shadow, a whisper on the wind.

The werewolves spread out and moved toward the human camps, the clouds sliding forward and blotting out the heavy moon.

Rey approached a silvery tent that even in the near pitch black was gleaming. He shook his head as he crept up to it. Trust humans to choose a glow-in-the-dark tent. He drew a sharp claw down the tent and it split open without a sound. Inside there were two humans asleep, one snoring loudly. Their packs of food were sitting inside. Rey shifted and picked them up, taking them outside. Working swiftly he slashed the pack apart so they would have nothing to carry their food in. He pierced the water bottles and cut open any packs of food he could. The tins with pull tops he either opened or pierced with a claw, dumpling them all in a pile.

He worked quickly and then moved on to the next tent.

Rey was four tents down the line when a gunshot rang out, followed by panicked shouting.

“Werewolves! Wake up! Werewolves!”

Rey saw a man run out to stand near a fire. Not content with shouting, he shot his rifle into the air a few more times and then raced back to this tent to pull out a bullhorn. His voice echoed through the night air.

“Werewolves! We’re being attacked!”

What had been a quiet scene reminiscent of a peaceful camping ground took on the appearance of a disturbed ant nest.

Men came lumbering out of their tents, guns in hand. A few more shots went off and lamps lit up. In another moment the sound of a generator burst into life and then the central area was ablaze with light. They’d carried tall lights and set up in a perimeter but had for some reason left them dark.

Rey heard the howl of a werewolf, possibly Mera and another gunshot and panicked yelling.

Everything in him was screaming to run down the hill, to shift and tear the humans apart in an orgy of destruction. He almost did it when he heard another howl of a werewolf in pain.

He was Alpha. He did not run recklessly. He led and they would stick to the plan.

Whatever werewolf was down there, they’d have to handle it themselves. He would have to provide a distraction though.

“Hey!” called out a voice behind him.

Rey turned and found himself facing a skinny man who was holding a rifle that looked three sizes too big for a man his size. Without hesitating Rey ran toward him. The man tried to swing the gun around but Rey was too fast. At the last moment he punched the man, knocking him out. He took his gun and ran to the border of the clearing.

“They’re over here!” he yelled, his voice echoing. He fired the gun a few times and yelled it again before dropping it and shifting.

He ran to the top of the hill and in a perfect moment of synchronicity, the clouds cleared and the area was bathed in moonlight. The humans turned as one as he howled, a lonely piercing sound that echoed across the night.

They turned toward him, some running, others aiming their guns. Rey saw dark shapes of werewolves moving away on the far side of the camp. He turned to run away when he heard a crack of a gun and as he bounded down he felt a hot searing pain in his shoulder. He landed awkwardly, tumbling a few feet before righting himself. Not stopping to assess the damage, he disappeared into the night.

*

Unable to sleep and finally giving up on it, Cass paced.

She’d looked out the window a hundred times but clouds had covered the sky, blocking out the moonlight and leaving only inky darkness. Sometimes there was a break in the clouds and she’d see a tree top or a boulder.

“Please be okay, please be okay,” she murmured to herself. She found herself tapping her fingers on surfaces and on each other - a nervous tic from childhood and those terrible teenage years. It had faded away once she’d run away from home but in moments of extreme stress came roaring back.

Cass caught herself tapping and deliberately stopped.

“He’ll be fine. They’ll all be fine.”

The moment she started pacing, she started tapping again.

Plans and action. The plan had been hers and at the time it had seemed an excellent one. The contours of the land worked in their favor, the night was dark, the men had days to go - why not starve and thirst them out?

But like all plans, they were incomplete. They didn’t include the fear of death, the terror of reality.

Rey was in danger right at this moment. She tried to convince herself he was quietly ripping open packets of oatmeal but it was all too easy to imagine him roaring and swiping at men with guns. He’d get some of them but soon they’d fire upon him and more men would die even as Rey’s blood splattered. He’d topple, the last light of life leaving his eyes. There were the rest of the werewolves too. Anyone could end up dead or injured. What if they were captured?

Cass closed her eyes and took a deep calming breath, holding her hands over her stomach.

“One day there will be a baby in there and stress makes cortisol and cortisol isn’t good for baby brain development so what we need to do is relax and realize nothing we think or do right now will change anything. What will happen will happen. Okay?”

She heard footsteps and knew it was Edon. He was being deliberately loud so as not to scare her. Something Nia still hadn’t quite gotten the hang of, often appearing behind her like a ghost.

He came into the room and didn’t say anything but enclosed her with his arms. Cass relaxed back against him and felt her tension unwind.

“Let me tell you a story about two young wolves named Edon and Rey,” he said.

*

As Edon held Cass and told his story, he felt the years slip away, back to their youth.

When he and Rey were teenagers, before coming across Cass in the woods, they used to slip into Hinton, steal clothing and walk the streets like men. One of their favorite dumb things to do was running across roofs - the perfect combination of pointless, reckless and stupid and so, of course, they’d done it.

“There is a line of buildings through the town so close to each other you can run from one side to the other,” Edon explained.

What they didn’t know was the biscuit company had recently installed skylights in an attempt to combat a dampness problem.

“We were racing, leaping from roof to roof, neck and neck. We get to the final gap and at that point you need to be running at full sprint. If not, you have no chance of making it. We’ve been shoving and pushing and trying to slow the other. We both jump and hit the roof at the same time and it gives way. They hadn’t shored it up, not thinking two fairly heavy werewolves would be landing on it. We crash through and straight down into a pallet of flour bags. Of course both of us are flailing about, trying to grab anything so we tear open the bags, more explode under us and we rip through this. But it didn’t stop there. All along the wall were giant plastic drums of syrup. We go
through
the flour and both of us crash into the drums, breaking them open. Syrup and flour goes everywhere.”