Werewolf Mates [Pack Law 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

She tilted her neck, and he could tell by the angle she would end up hurting her muscles, so he pulled his arm free and grasped her hips in both his hands. He cursed the fact that he could feel her hip bones jutting into his flesh even through the bulk of his robe. He lifted her until she was on eye level with him and dropped his gaze to her lush lips, hankering for a taste. Placing her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, she licked those cupid bows and glanced up again.

“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.

Knowing damn well she knew what he wanted, he didn’t answer. Instead he slowly lowered his head until their lips were a scant inch apart. When she didn’t protest but lowered her eyes to his lips, he groaned and moved forward until their lips met.

Not moving for a brief moment, Chet savored the first contact of her mouth to his, then, growling, he brushed his flesh over hers in soft, slow passes so she could become acquainted with his touch. Again, when she didn’t protest or pull away, he deepened the kiss.

He opened his mouth and licked her lips with his tongue. Her soft moan made his balls ache and his cock throb. Pushing his way into her mouth, he tasted every inch of her sweetness. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, which only made it harder for him to control his wolf and his raging desire. Her warm, wet pussy was now against his crotch with only the material of his jeans as a barricade, and the heat of her seared his cock. She whimpered into his mouth as he moved his hand from her ribs down under the robe to her ass. Kneading her fleshy globes, he thrust his cock against her wet, fragrant pussy as their mouths stayed connected and their tongues fought for supremacy.

The sweet aroma of her desire called to him and his wolf. He had never smelled anything so delectable in his life. Wrapping his tongue around hers, he drew it into his mouth and suckled on her like he imagined her doing to his cock, making his wolf howl. Moving a couple of steps, he planted her back against the wall in the hall and pinned her with his body. Easing an arm beneath her ass, he slowly untied the robe, spreading the material aside so he had access to her naked flesh. Growling into her mouth when she withdrew her tongue and finally her mouth from his, he rested his forehead against hers and opened his eyes and nearly came in his pants.

Her irises were nearly hidden by her largely dilated pupils and were glazed over with lust. Following the pink in her cheeks he looked down her neck and chest. She was absolutely exquisite. He knew she would be, but his imagination hadn’t done her justice. Hard brown-and-rosy nipples stood out on her breasts, which were creamy white, the delicate blue veins visible under her skin, and her mounds were a delectable handful.

Chet moved his hand up and cupped her warm, soft flesh, groaning with delighted arousal as her turgid peak stabbed into the palm of his hand. His mouth salivating for a taste, he kneaded her breast and slowly lowered his head. Her citrusy scent wrapped around him, and he opened his mouth, sucking the hard tip in between his lips, and he knew in that moment that one taste of his mate would never be enough.

He let her flesh go, moving his hand away, but kept suckling on her sensitive nub and smoothed his hand down over her belly. She bucked her hips into his and mewled when he thrust his forward. His jeans were becoming damp from the juices leaking out of her cunt, and he needed to feel her slick heat against his fingers. Moving his palm down over her stomach, he caressed his way around her thigh, touching her soft, wet labia with the tips of his fingers. She was so hot and wet and her scent was calling so strongly to his wolf, he could barely restrain his animal from taking over and claiming her right then and there.

Knowing he had to get control, he threw his head back, closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply. His wolf was on the precipice of taking over. He felt claws erupt on the hand under her ass and quickly withdrew his fingers from against her wet pussy. He looked down. Seeing her eyes widen with shock, he knew his eyes had changed to gold. Releasing her, he let her slide down his body, and when she was steady on her feet, he stepped back and turned away as she clutched the gaping robe.

“What the hell are you?” she whispered through ragged pants for air.

“Sam,” he growled. “Go to your room, darlin’, and lock the door.”

Listening intently he heard the rustle of her robe as she closed it, and then she ran, the door to the bedroom slammed closed, and his wolf’s senses picked up the slight snick as the lock was engaged.

“Roan, Justin, I just fucked up in a big way.”
He ran for the door to their suite. Pulling his clothes from his body, he ran down the stairs and out into the cool night air. Bones popping and cracking, muscles contorting, he leapt from the front steps with two legs and landed agilely on four. He ran through the trees, leaped over fallen limbs, and howled.

“What did you do?”
Justin asked.

“I kissed her and nearly lost control of my wolf. My hands began to change, and she saw my eyes. I had to tell her to go to her room and lock the door. I was so fucking close to biting her, claiming her, I had to get out of there.”

Chet could smell that his brothers were close. Leaping a fallen tree, he came upon them suddenly in a clearing. The moonlight shone on their glossy pelts. Roan’s wolf stepped forward, his golden eyes on Chet.

“Fuck, Chet. You were the one to tell us to leave, and here you are telling us you nearly claimed her. What the hell? Was she scared?”
Roan inquired.

Chet licked his muzzle sheepishly.
“Yeah, sort of.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“She was more nervous than scared, but she did what I told her.”
Justin began to pace the clearing, aggravated, but Chet continued,
“We’re going to have to tell her what we are. Sam needs to know the truth about us so she doesn’t become frightened and take it into her head to run off.”

“I think we should leave it until morning, unless she comes out of her room again tonight. But after what you just told us I don’t think she will. Let her get a good night’s rest, and we’ll deal with this first thing. It would be better if one of the other women were around when we tell her. Their presence will help keep her calm while we answer all her questions,”
Justin explained.

“Okay. I’m sorry. If I had realized how hard it would be to control my wolf after I got my first taste of her, I would never have laid a hand on her. I’ve never felt anything like it before. All I could think about was burying my cock into her wet, creamy pussy and claiming her. Nothing else mattered. I don’t think I would have cared if the room had been full of people. My wolf got away from me.”
Chet looked to each of his brothers.
“I don’t know how much longer I can be around her and not stake a claim.”

Justin woofed softly in acknowledgement, but his instructions were stern.
“You’re gonna have to keep your distance. No touching or kissing unless she makes the first move. But only after she knows what we are. It’s not fair to Sam. She should know all the facts before we try to talk her into staying with us and being our mate.

Justin leapt lightly atop the fallen tree and looked back at Chet and Roan. Narrowing his eyes on Chet, he ordered,
“Don’t come back until you’ve got your wolf under control. The last thing we need is for you to break down her door and claim her without her consent.”

“I wouldn’t do that, Justin.”
Chet felt his lips lifting, baring his teeth in annoyance.
“Fuck, why do you think I told her to go to her room and ran outside?”

Justin bounded down the other side of the log. Roan cleared it in a flying leap that sprayed dead leaves behind his back paws. Though out of sight, Justin’s answer came to Chet loud and clear.

“Because I had to do the same thing, and so did Roan, and we haven’t even kissed her yet!”

Sam leaned back against the door and groaned quietly. What the hell had she been doing? The image of Chet looking at her breasts just before he sucked a nipple into his mouth heated her face with unparalleled desire. She couldn’t believe she had let the man kiss her and nearly fuck her up against a wall, for God’s sake.

When she had looked up into his eyes they had been a glowing gold color. The sight had awed her and also made her more than a little nervous. She’d never seen anything like it before. When he had growled at her to lock herself in her room, she had been too dumbfounded to question him. Easing away from the door, she moved to the bed, removed the robe, and slid between the sheets. It was going to be a long night.

Just as her head settled on the pillow, she flinched at the sound of a wolf howling into the night. That sound made her heart clench. It was so full of sadness and loneliness, she wanted to get dressed, go outside, and comfort the animal.

Get a grip, Sam.
The only thing you would get if you could even find the wolf is dead. He would eat you for his dinner.

Pushing her whimsical thoughts aside, she sighed and closed her eyes. She hoped the man who had been watching her from the car hadn’t been Gerard Long. It was probably just a coincidence, but she’d been too nervous to take any chances. Maybe he had lost her trail or finally come to realize that she really wasn’t interested in him. That man scared her more than Peter had, and that was saying something.

Sadness engulfed her as she thought of the child she had lost. Even though she had only carried her baby for two months, grief would still rear its ugly head and swamp her from time to time. She’d hardly had any time over the last six months to think of her loss, but being around the three Domain brothers made her dream the impossible. Her thoughts were so convoluted she didn’t know where her own mind was. She pictured herself cradling a baby against her chest while she fed it and the three sexy brothers watched her. The image was so real in her mind that she could smell their unique scents and nearly feel the weight of her child against her skin.

Tightness took hold of her chest, and tears tracked down her cheeks. Pain wracked her as she thought of the baby she had lost and would never be able to hold, love, or nurture. She hadn’t even known whether her fetus was a boy or a girl. Pushing a fist against her mouth to stifle her sobs, she cried for her loss. The loss of never being able to hold her baby in her arms or to smell the sweet scent of her child or to have the opportunity to guide him or her into adulthood. She would never know the joy of looking into her baby’s face, seeing it smile at her with the unconditional love only a child could give.

Burying her face into her pillow, she sobbed, great wracking sounds of grief. She’d really only cried once, and that was the day she had lost her beloved child. Trying to keep a roof over her head and then holding off Peter’s friends and colleagues had taken all her concentration. But for some reason, being with these men brought it all to the forefront of her mind, and she couldn’t hold her emotions in another moment. She cried and cried and cried, oblivious to her surroundings.

She heard a faint click but was too caught up in her own grief to take much notice. Warmth penetrated her skin as hands lifted her and then surrounded her. She was pulled into comforting arms. When the tears finally slowed and the pain receded slightly, she became aware of the fact that she was totally naked in the arms of the three Domain brothers. She hid her face against Justin’s chest, knowing how ravaged she looked after such a crying jag, but sighed with contentment at being surrounded by all three men. She was sitting sideways on Justin’s lap with Roan at her back and Chet close to her front. Chet was looking at her with such worried concern as he rubbed a hand up and down her arm in soothing strokes. Roan was rubbing her back while Justin was stroking her hair.

“Shh, it’s okay, little one, everything will be all right,” Justin murmured.

Sam was only spasmodically hiccupping now but was thankful for the reassurance these three men offered her. Roan reached out and took her chin gently into his hand, tilting her head up and away from her protective haven.

“Do you want to talk about it, sweetness?”

“N−Not yet,” Sam replied in a voice husky with tears.

“Why don’t we all go to the kitchen and get a drink?” suggested Justin.

“O−Okay.”

“Here, let me help you with your robe, darlin’.” Chet began to put it around her body with Roan and Justin’s help.

“It’s your robe.” She inhaled his masculine scent.

“Yeah, but it looks so much better on you, darlin’.” She looked up to see him smiling down at her.

When she was covered with the sleeves rolled back so she could see her hands, Sam smiled at the three men. She was about to follow Roan to the door, but Justin scooped her up into his arms and carried her.

“I can walk, you know.”

“I know you can, honey, but I love the way you feel in my arms.” Justin smiled down at her.

“What do you want to drink, darlin’?” Chet asked as Justin sat down at the kitchen table with Sam seated across his thighs.

“Tea, please.”

“Lean back and relax, Sam.” Justin helped her get comfortable so he could support her back with his arm and shoulder. Roan sat down across from her, and when Chet had finished making the drinks, coffee for them and tea for her, he sat on the chair next to them.