The Alpha's Pack (2 page)

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Deirdre felt Jake’s thick cock pressing against her thigh. Did he really think he was putting that huge thing in her backside?

He must have seen the look on her face, because he said, “Stop thinking,” then he kissed her, long, slow, deep. He slid his hand between them and found her pussy, moaning as he slid a finger inside her. He stroked it in and out a few times, then withdrew.

She was about to tell him not to stop when she felt the large smooth head of his cock pushing into her. Even better. She was wetter than she’d even been before, ready for her mates.

He seated himself fully inside her, then stopped. She wondered if he could feel it, too, the subtle ‘click’ that bound them even tighter together. Only one thing left–to mark each other.

Jake moved, pulling out of her then pushing back in again, first slowly, then faster and faster. “Yes,” he groaned against her neck. “Mine.”

The feel of his skin, the faint roughness of his pubic hair against her clit, brought her right back up to full arousal. She couldn’t take much more. Another thrust, and another. She felt herself about to go over the edge, and clamped her teeth on his shoulder.

He howled, or as close to a howl as a wolf can get in human form. Then, her teeth still clenched around him, he sunk his own into the bottom of her neck. They both plummeted over the edge, coming harder than ever as they marked each other.

“Oh, God,” Sam said.

She could feel Sam’s hand holding hers where it rested against Jake’s back. They were all three connected. She’d never felt so good, so safe, in her life.

Jake slowly pulled out of her and rolled to the side. As soon as he was clear, Sam pulled her on top of him. He had a silly grin on his face. “Now me.”

She smiled back as she maneuvered his cock so it slid deep inside of her. She should feel sated after the orgasm she’d just had. Instead, she felt unfulfilled and yearned for more. That ‘more’ was Sam.

She leaned forward to kiss him and make it easier for him to slid in and out of her.

“I can’t wait,” he murmured against her lips.

She felt it too, the quickly rising need for him, the tightening of her muscles. Her breath came short, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head.

Sam sped up, faster and harder, then pulled her down and bit her, right next to Jake’s mark. The doubled sensation sent her immediately over the edge.

As soon as she could see straight again, she sank her teeth into Sam’s shoulder. Her two mates. Hers forever.

When her teeth pierced Sam’s skin, he yelled, pushing up into her and coming. A few seconds later, she flopped onto her back beside him, away from Jake. Because there was one thing left to make them a threesome—Jake and Sam needed to mark each other. Deirdre propped up on one shoulder to watch.

Jake pulled Sam toward him. When they lay face to face, Jake threaded his fingers through Sam’s short hair.

“I don’t think I’m ready for full penetration,” Sam said.

“I’m not either. Deirdre tired me out.”

“I don’t mean that. I mean—”

Jake stopped him. “I know. It’ll all happen in good time. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to mark you right here, right now.”

“I’m more than fine with that.”

“Good.” Jake leaned in and kissed him, hard.

Deirdre sat up so she could see better. She scooted closer to Sam, her leg resting against his back.

As they kissed, both men grew hard. She could hardly believe it, so soon after they’d come. But she’d heard this about mates; it happened like this the first time. And sometimes the second and third.

Jake grabbed Sam’s back, pulling him hard against him. Their legs tangled in each other’s until she couldn’t see their cocks anymore. Such a shame.

Jake’s top hand rubbed Sam’s back, his side, then pushed down between them. From what she could see, it looked like he was stroking Sam’s cock. Even more surprising, Mr. “I’m-not-ready-for-full-penetration” reached between them with his own free hand and stroked Jake.

Beautiful. Deirdre rubbed Sam’s back with one hand and Jake’s thigh with her other.

Their moans got louder. Sam broke their kiss, his head flinging backward.

Jake’s gaze roved over Sam’s neck and down his chest. “So good.” He kissed Sam’s shoulder. “Mine.” Jake opened his mouth and marked him.

Sam’s breath caught and he buried his head in Jake’s neck. She couldn’t see it, but she knew he was marking him. The two men came, howling.

Their circle was complete.

Chapter 2

Sam had found his mates. Feelings—joy, love, excitement—threatened to overwhelm him. So he did what he always did when that happened. He thought about details. “What now?” Sam said.

“We find a house in neutral territory and move in together,” Jake said.

Sam sat up. “What about our packs? I’ve got a house already. You two should move in with me.” He had a great house, an awesome pack. He loved his job, which was in Pack territory. If he left the pack he’d lose everything.

“And join your pack?” Jake said. “No, thanks.”

“I’m highly ranked. It would be no problem for you two to join,” Sam said. He was fourth in line, actually. Fourth, and inordinately proud of it. It had taken a hell of a lot of work to get there.

“I said no.” Jake’s voice was sharp.

“What do you have against packs?” Sam said. Maybe he’d had a bad experience. Maybe Sam could show him how good packs could be.

“None of your business,” Jake said.

Deirdre slid her hand up Jake’s back. “It is our business now. If you’re not ready to tell us, that’s okay. But don’t shut us out forever.”

Jake took a deep breath. “What about you?” he said to Deirdre. “I suppose you want to stay with your pack, too.”

She got up and wandered over to the window, pulling aside the curtain. “No. But I can’t leave my sister there.”

“So bring her with you,” Jake said.

“You don’t understand.” She dropped the curtain and turned toward them. “My pack leader is really possessive. I don’t know if he’ll let either of us leave.”

“It’s not up to him,” Jake said.

“You belong with us now.” Sam walked over to her and put his arms around her waist. “Wherever we end up.”

“I’m not sure he’ll see it that way.” She looked worried.

“Then we’ll have to challenge him to a duel,” Sam said, his voice deep and sinister. He twisted an imaginary mustache between his fingers while his hips moved her in an almost-dance.

Deirdre laughed.

Success. Sam had never heard anything as beautiful as the sound of his mate’s laughter. He kissed her, long and slow. At least Deirdre wasn’t a problem. She’d go where her mates were.

“Already want more?” Jake said.

Sam pulled back. “Not yet. But soon.”

“I need to get back,” Deirdre said.

Sam glanced at his watch. 11:00 AM. “Me too, and I’m late.”

As they put their clothing back on, Jake reached out and snagged Deirdre around the waist. “When can I see you two again?” He buried his nose in her neck. “Tonight?” His voice was muffled.

Sam thought about his calendar over the next few days. “I’m supposed to have dinner with friends tonight. You guys could come.”

“Where?” Deirdre said.

Damn it. Of course, they were eating in Roanoke Pack territory. “I guess that won’t work. How about we meet someplace for drinks later tonight?”

“Then come back here,” Jake said, his voice a low purr.

Sam felt a stirring once again. He didn’t want to wait until tonight to be with his mates again. Now would be a much better time.

Deirdre kissed Jake quickly, then pulled away from him. “I really need to go. Text me and tell me when and where tonight.”

The three of them exchanged cell numbers. After another several minutes of goodbye kisses and nearly tumbling back into bed, they managed to part ways. For now.

***

After work, Deirdre went home. She really wished she could just tell Ted the news over the phone. But he had this thing about respect and showing your face “in court”—in other words, in the bar where he spent most nights—when you wanted to ask for boons or favors or give him bad news. So she freshened up, put on as concealing and severe an outfit as she owned—a white button-down shirt with a short black jacket and black jeans—and went to the bar.

She knew most of the wolves there. They nodded their hellos as she made her way to the room in the back. As she’d expected, Ted sat there with a pool cue in his hand and a young girl on his lap. Not too young, but just barely eighteen. Ted himself was in his fifties. Yuck.

“Hey, Deirdre,” Ted said. “Come over and join us. I’ve got some more room here on my lap.” He patted the inside of his thigh.

She sucked in a breath, and did her best to keep her face blank. She’d always found Ted repulsive, ever since he’d seemed to put the moves on Bridget when she was only twelve, but now that Deirdre had mates, he positively turned her stomach. It wasn’t just comparing them—there was no comparison—it was also partly the biological response she had to any male she other than her mates. Except with Ted it was magnified.

She stopped in front of him, a good two feet between them. “Hi, Ted. I’ve got news. I found my mates.”

A look flashed across his face, though she wasn’t sure what it was. Anger? Malice? Mere displeasure? “That so. When are they going to present themselves to me?”

Her stomach clenched. She knew he’d expect them to join his pack. He wasn’t going to take this well at all. “They want me to go with them instead.” She’d mention Bridget later.

Ted stood, the girl tumbling off his lap. “Tell them no. Tell them to get their asses in here and kneel to me.”

Deirdre took a step back. How to play this? She couldn’t give in to him. She wouldn’t. “Sam’s in Roanoke Pack. He doesn’t want to leave.”

Ted took a step toward her, looming over her. His little, petty personality always made her forget how big he was. “You’re not leaving my pack. Tell them that. If they want to be with you, they’ll get their asses in here and pledge their fealty. Otherwise, they can forget it.” He stalked off before she could respond.

He had to be kidding. No one came between mates. It just wasn’t done.

The wolves standing around them, all of whom must have overheard, wouldn’t meet her eyes. They knew this was wrong. They knew it and not a single one would stand up to him. Cowards.

Before, she’d been worried about telling him, scared of what he might do. Now she was pissed. How dare he think he could keep her from her mates? She and her sister were leaving. And there was nothing he could do to stop them.

***

Jake called Deirdre in the late afternoon. “You doing something for dinner?”

“Sam has a thing,” Deirdre said.

“I know. But I was wondering what you’re doing. Just cause he can’t be there doesn’t mean you and I can’t have dinner together.”

She laughed, so softly he barely heard it. “Won’t Sam be mad?”

“Serve him right for deserting his mates on the same day he meets them.”

She laughed again, louder this time. “Dinner it is.” She told him about her favorite restaurant, The Weeping Widow, and they arranged to meet there at six. “Just one thing. Could I bring my sister with me?”

He’d been hoping to spend some time alone with her. Then again, he’d have to meet the sister at some point. Especially if Deirdre planned to bring her with her when they moved in together. “Sure.”

“She’ll just stay for dinner. I just— Well, I’ll tell you about it at dinner.”

He didn’t like the tone in her voice. “What is it?”

“It’ll keep. I need to get back to work or I won’t make it there by six.”

“Of course,” he said. But he felt sure that was just a dodge. Whatever it was, she didn’t want to tell him, and she was procrastinating. “See you then.”

“See you.” They hung up.

He couldn’t wait until six. That’s part of why he’d arranged dinner with Deirdre; he didn’t want to wait any longer than necessary to see his mates again. Maybe when they’d been together a long time, he’d lose this driving need to be near them, but he couldn’t imagine it going away any time soon.

He also wanted to know what had his mate worried. Whatever it was, he’d fix it. As soon as possible.

Jake spent the rest of the afternoon beating the street looking for work. He put in several applications and got some leads, but nothing turned up yet. So he got to the restaurant a little early. After putting his name in with the waitress, he sat at the bar nursing a beer.

Several minutes later, little tingles covered his skin. He’d never felt anything like it, but he knew what it meant. His mate was here. He turned. Two seconds later, Deirdre walked through the door with a younger version of herself. Sam stepped in behind them. Jake’s stomach jumped at the sight of them. They saw Jake immediately and crossed to him.

“Thought you weren’t coming,” Jake said.

“I realized what an idiot I was being.” Sam clasped hands with Jake, their hands lingering a little longer than normal. “I can see my friends anytime.”

“Good call. Especially since Deirdre has something to tell us.”

“Oh?” Sam put his hand on her shoulder. “You didn’t say anything on the phone.”

“We’ll get to that. First, Jake, this is my sister Bridget. Bridget, Jake.”

Just as all the pleasantries were done, the hostess showed up to take them to their table. It was square, one person on each side. Deirdre sat to the right of him, and Jake made sure their legs touched.

“So tell us,” Jake said.

Deirdre took a deep breath. “I’ve told Bridget that you want us to go with you, to leave the pack. But the rest of this is new to her, too. Earlier today I went to Ted, our pack leader, and told him I was leaving. He pitched a fit, and said that if you two didn’t join Stonewall Pack, then you couldn’t be with me.”

“
What?
” Sam said.

Jake had to hold himself back from growling. Keep him from his mate? Ted could rot in hell. Jake would be happy to send him there.

“I don’t know what to do,” Deirdre said.

“You leave,” Jake said.

“He can’t make you stay,” Sam said. “If he does, he’ll have to go through us.”