Summer of the Beast (12 page)

Whitnee slowly moved beside her and hugged her. “Oh Marci, I'm so sorry, but you can't judge those two with all the others. Talk to them, Marci. If there's one thing I know about you, it's that you have a backbone and won't let anyone hurt you. Frank trusts them with my life, Marci, and Frank wouldn't have saved Andrew if he was going to let us die. Same with you and Allie. He sent for you two, because I was worried Alfred would get to you.”

She patted Marci's arm. “Who knows? Maybe Garth and his brothers can help find the two that killed your mom. They are, after all, royalty in their world.”

Marci frowned and glanced up at her. “Do you really think they could help me find those two men? It was so long ago.”

“Do you remember what they look like?” Whitnee scooted back to the other side while Marci tried to remember.

“One of the men had a tattoo on his face. It was a weird design, but I think I could draw it. The other man was called Zed. I heard the other man call him.”

Marci smiled. “Thank you, Whitnee. Maybe if they can help me, I won't feel so threatened. I'd better go so you can relax, and I have some men to apologize to.”

“You know, you can always talk to me, Marci. I'll always be there for you, no matter what.” Whitnee smiled.

Marci laughed. “And the same thing goes for you. You okay about today?” She pulled on her pants and shirt.

“I'm nervous. Who wouldn't be? Well, except you, Miss Nympho. I'm just afraid I won't satisfy all of them. I mean, I've only been with three men since Asshole.”

Marci kneeled down by the tub and grinned. “You'll do fine, little sister. You were meant to be with them. I've seen the way Frank and your men watched you last night. If you were an apple, you would have been devoured. As you told me, trust them. They'll show you what to do. On that cue, I have to go and talk to my five.” Marci stood and opened the door, jumping back.

“Damn, Cruse, don't scare me like that.” She laughed, holding her chest.

“Sorry, Marci, I didn't want to interrupt you two, but I'm afraid we can't wait any longer.” Cruse stepped into the bathroom. “Frank needs you, Whitnee. The red haze is bad.”

Whitnee stood, grabbing the towel Cruse handed her as Marci waved and left.

“Don't bother getting dressed, either. He's going to need you as soon as you walk into the room. Turn around so I can take the plug out.” He gently cupped her cheek. “I'm sorry we couldn't give you more time, baby.” He turned her around. “Lean over, Whitnee.”

Taking a deep breath, Whitnee sighed and leaned over. Cruse removed the plug and threw it into a small box near the sink.

He swung her up into his arms and grinned. “Let's go make you ours, baby.”

She nodded and laid her head on his chest as he quietly moved through the hallway, down the stairs, and through the family room to a door she hadn't noticed. “Why is the door hidden?”

“Frank has always had his room hidden. I think it has to do with his father being killed.” Cruse placed his hand on the wall and the door slid open to a room twice the size of the bedroom upstairs. The room was dark, with candles lit around the room.

Dana and Theodore stood at each side of the bed naked, and they smiled at her but didn't say anything.

Whitnee turned her head as Frank snarled behind them. Cruse gently lowered her to the ground and stepped away from her. “I brought her here for you, Frank.”

Frank's eyes were red, his fangs protruded over his lips, and a little black fur had started to come out of his skin.

She glanced down his body. His cock jerked and a small amount of pre-come pearled at the top of his cock. “Frank.” Her gaze flew to his when he came to her and traced his fingers slowly down her body to her mound.

He pushed two fingers into her, and snarled. “Mine!” Frank pulled his fingers out and picked her up, putting her back against the door. His cock brushed her pussy lips and she moaned against his neck, wrapping her arms around him and her legs.

“I'm here, Frank. Make me yours,” she whispered into his ear, and licked it.

“Sorry.” He moaned and moved his cock into her. His hands gripped her ass tight. Frank stopped halfway in, trying to slow himself down and giving her time to adjust to him.

Her nails dug into his shoulders and she moaned. “God, you're wide and feel so good. Move, Frank.”

That was all he needed, and he slammed the rest of the way into her, stretching her further than she had ever been stretched. He snarled and moved his hips back and forth, faster and harder. The door didn't budge behind her, but she knew she would be bruised later.

Whitnee closed her eyes, her hips moving in a perfect rhythm with his. The warm breath on her neck tickled her sensitive skin as Frank leaned down and bit into her neck, the same place where he had marked her earlier. He swung her away from the door and moved her to the bed, gently following her down onto it.

His gentle tongue sealed the holes on her neck as she watched him slash his chest with his nail. “Drink, Whitnee.” He groaned, sliding his hand behind her neck as he encouraged her to drink.

Chapter Nine

Frank pushed through the red haze in his head, slowing his movements. He was determined to make their first time together special if he could. Her soft plump lips covered his chest, Whitnee licked at the blood, tasting him as he flexed his hips, and she moaned when he rubbed her clit at the same time his cock pushed forward. “Drink, little witch. I need you in my head before I lose control again.”

He ground his teeth together when she sucked his skin, drawing his blood into her body. Frank threw his head back, waiting for the connection, knowing she had taken enough of his blood for the conversion. There would be no pain for her this time since most of her body had already gone through the conversion to wolf.

The only difference was that her life span would now be the same as his and the others. From here on, she would have to take small amounts of blood to survive. Frank snarled at the thought of her feeding from any other man but him. “Never!” he said.

His gaze flew to Cruse and he nodded. None of them would allow her to feed from anyone else but them. Frank gazed down at the top of her head and smiled. The red haze receded, her touch in his mind gently as that of her hands when touching his body.

“Seal the wound with your tongue, Whitnee—and love, thank you for your gift.”
And it was a gift, a precious trust she had given him, entrusting them to protect her and his son for life.

“Are you going to move, or you going to stay inside me all day?” She giggled and pushed her hips up when she closed the wound, smiling up at him. “I mean, you feel great in me, but I kind of expected more in the sex department. The way you bragged that you would hurt me kind of had me fantasizing what you would do.” Her gaze heated. Whitnee reached up, twisting his nipple. “Let's see what you've got, stud.”

Frank grinned and pulled her hands up over her head. “Are you ready, baby? Because I've just gotten started.” He rolled his hips and released her hands. Cruse scooted underneath her and held her hands with one hand while he played with her nipple.

“These large ruby red nipples need to be pierced soon, as does this nice pink swollen clit of yours.” Frank rolled her clit between his fingers.

Whitnee moaned and arched up to his touch, her skin flushed. “You're talking too much. More,” she demanded, and he laughed.

He pulled out of her and flipped her onto her hands and knees. “I think we need that mouth full. Suck Cruse's cock, Whitnee, and hold on,” Frank ordered as he rammed his cock back into her pussy, pushing her forward so she would have to take Cruse deeper into her mouth. “That's it, Whitnee. Suck him, but don't make him come. I want him in this nice round ass of yours with my cock stuffed in your pussy.”

Whack, whack, whack
. “Mm, love a pink butt when I'm making love to your pussy.” Frank snarled and smacked her butt two more times while he ground his cock into her pussy. Her pussy hugged his cock with each stroke, but he wasn't even close to coming yet. Wetting two of his fingers with her juices, he slipped them into her ass.

The small moan around Cruse's cock had him smiling. Their little woman was a sex kitten, that was for sure.

Cruse grabbed onto Whitnee's hair and pulled her off his cock. “Give me that ass now.”

Frank slid out of her and lay down on the bed, pulling Whitnee on top of him. “Sit on me, Whitnee. Take me into you.”

Whitnee leaned down, kissing his lips softly. “I never thought it possible that I would love anyone again after…” She glanced down and ran her hands over his chest. “In the subway, when I first saw you, I lost my breath. You were so handsome, but the moment I realized I loved you was when you healed Andrew. There was so much love in your touch and your voice. I'll stand beside you in anything you decide to do.” She slowly lowered herself onto his cock, her gaze holding his.

Her words wrapped around his large heart and squeezed, just as her pussy squeezed his cock. He reached up and brought her down onto his chest as Cruse slipped in behind her. “Do you know when I realized I loved you? When you opened the bedroom door in the hotel and you had the bed sheets all torn off the bed. Your eyes were almost glowing, daring me to say anything.” Frank reached down and spread her butt cheeks, trying to keep a straight face.

Whitnee's gaze narrowed and she snarled. “I wasn't jealous. I just couldn't stand the fucking smell, and for you to even bring it up now—”

Frank grinned and captured her mouth with his, drowning out her next words. He glanced up at Cruse, who grinned while he lubed his cock. He broke the kiss and licked her lips. “Remember when I left before Alfred found you?” He held her gaze and she nodded.

“I couldn't stand being in the same room any longer, I was confused and scared. I wanted you even then, but I was afraid, Whitnee, that what I was feeling was wrong, so I left. I wanted to see if it was just lust, but the further away from you I got, it was as if someone pushed a knife in my heart. When we reached the lobby, I couldn't go any further. I had to come back. I knew then that you were meant for us, but when I saw those men waiting and trying to get inside, the monster broke loose. You brought me back as you did today. I'm not going to lie. It's going to be rough. I'm going to be possessive, demanding, and controlling, but I'll do anything I can to make you happy.”

Cruse pushed into her ass and leaned down. “We all will, Whitnee.” He scraped her neck with his fangs and sank them into her neck, pushing his cock all the way in.

Whitnee's fingernails dug into his chest and her eyes shifted to that of the wolf. She was ready for their lovemaking.

Frank took the lead and pumped into her, Theodore and Dana leaned down, sucking her nipples into their mouths while Frank slipped his hand down her stomach to her clit. He rubbed his finger all around it, only briefly touching it, bringing her higher and higher.

The first shot of his come released inside her. Her eyes grew bigger. She shook, even though they all held onto her, as his come seeped into her walls, making her super sensitive to his cock. Every brush against Whitnee's pussy walls inside made her quiver and moan.

“Did I forget to mention that my come only enhances your pleasure tenfold?” Frank asked. “It makes your insides crave my touch, my cock brushing against you. Only the full release of my come will satisfy you.”

Cruse released her neck and started to move faster in her ass while Frank held her gaze, matching his strokes. When Frank had released the first squirt of his come, everything inside of her became numb at first, but then the hot tingling sensation started inside her, a cold sweat broke out over her skin, and every little touch sent tremors through her.

Whitnee bent her head down to her chest and caught her breath. It was time to seal their bond her way. She smiled inside, hoping her father or mother hadn't mentioned the side effects of such a bond. It would serve all of them right for not warning her about Frank's magical come.

The ancient spell spilled out of her mouth and Whitnee met Frank's gaze. Magic swirled around the room, caressing all five of them. Frank narrowed his gaze and snapped his mouth shut, Cruse stilled and moaned, Theodore and Dana released her breasts and staggered backwards. The tiny holes where they had fed from closed.

“What the hell was that?” Theodore looked down at his large, thick cock, which now jerked against his stomach.

Frank leaned up and grabbed onto her arms, staring down at her. “What did you do?” He pumped into her harder and faster. Cruse cussed behind her and moved with Frank.

Whitnee moaned and grabbed onto his arms. “Sealed our bond the old way,” she gasped.

There was no stopping them and no one said a word. Sweat beaded Frank's face, claws replaced hands on her arms, and his fangs once again protruded from his mouth. His eyes turned a deep red color, and a deep snarl rose out of his mouth and those of Cruse, Dana, and Theodore.

Cruse reached between her and Frank, pinching her clit with his fingers. “Come for us now!” he ordered and Whitnee could have sworn the fireworks had started already. Her ears popped, small flashes of light danced in her vision, and her body trembled. The orgasm went on and on, and she thought for sure she would pass out from the pleasure, but Frank's grip and his magical come spurted inside her, sending another round of tremors.

Behind her, Cruse snarled and released his seed into her ass, before he slapped it. “That's for not warning us,” he said, kissing the side of her neck as he slipped out of her ass, spent.

“You ready for me? Because I'm ready for you,” Dana snapped behind her and pushed into her ass, taking Cruse's place. “I don't know what the hell happened, but my cock is burning to be inside you.”

Frank's speed never faltered. Dana matched his strokes. “Can't get enough!” Frank snapped and bent down, biting her breast, drinking from her.

“Frank!” Whitnee shouted. Claws replaced her hands, fur replaced skin, and she looked down to see Frank had shifted also, but still pumped inside her. His cock was thicker, longer, and hard as steal, pounding into her pussy.

Fur rubbed against her back and she knew Dana had also shifted into the beast. The bed rocked underneath them from the force of their lovemaking. Frank howled at the same time Dana did, releasing their seed inside her and she fell into Frank's chest as another orgasm shook her, but Frank held her tight, kissing the top of her head.

“We're far from finished, Whitnee,” Frank announced as Dana slipped out of her and Theodore lifted her off of Frank. “Take her into the shower, Theodore. You can wash her and love her at the same time.”

Whitnee whimpered, shifting back to human form and resting her head on Theodore's chest as he carried her to the master bathroom. He gently sat her down on the counter as he reached over and turned on the shower. “Come on, baby. I need you.”

He picked her back up and she leaned back, smiling at him. “I need slow love, Theodore.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and lowered herself on his cock.

“Mm, feels so good.” She kissed his lips when he placed her back against the wall and moved inside her.

“You're so beautiful. When I saw you running in the subway tunnels, all I wanted to do was run after you and fuck your brains out right there.” He grinned down at her, his hips moving in slow, even strokes in and out of her.

She laughed and swatted his arm. “Remember when we were all in the hotel room and I was in the middle of my shift?”

Theodore nodded and she felt a small tremor shake his body. Whitnee rubbed his arms. “I glanced up at you and I saw the worry in your gaze, but I also saw how you held onto the bar. I know it was hard on you to watch me and not be the one holding me.” She patted his chest right above his heart. “I knew you were the first one to realize our bond, and I also know you, Dana, and Cruse protect Frank before anything else. I realized then that I wanted that same thing from all of you. To feel protected and loved. So love me, Theodore.” Whitnee closed her eyes and leaned back, giving him access to her breast which he nibbled on.

“You'll always be protected and loved. Never doubt that.” He hooked her legs under his arms and opened her further to him.

She smiled and held onto his arms while he made love to her, slow and steady, each stroke touching her sensitive clit. The heat rose in her body once more, and her toes curled as she watched love and passion filter across his face. A single tear ran down her face and he leaned down, licking it.

“Is that a tear of happiness?” he asked, his body stiff as he tried to hold off his release but couldn't. He groaned and started moving faster and faster. His seed spilled into her, sending another orgasm through her.

“Yes, I've come home,” she whispered, her legs like Jell-O when he lowered them down, holding onto her so she wouldn't fall. She noticed small pieces of tile had fallen into the tub. She glanced at the wall and frowned. “Was that—”

Whitnee never got the rest of the words out as Theodore snatched her up and jumped out of the shower into the bedroom.