Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
EVANTHE
Igroan and bury my face in my hands, wishing I had the energy to cover myself. He has just fucked me as his werebeast, and now he smiles at me.
Crouching before me, he gently peels my fingers from my face and tips my chin.
“My name is Ranulf.”
“Evanthe,” I mumble. Goodness, he is so handsome to look at that I feel shy.
“That’s a pretty name.” His eyes move over my face, my hair, and then down to where I’m spread over the thick tree trunk. “For a pretty lass. Stunning. Being inside you was the greatest pleasure I’ve ever known. My wolf is already besotted.” He shrugs, and his smile broadens. “The man is too.”
Words elude me. I’m dazed both by his beauty and his gentleness as he cups my face. I’m also keenly aware of movement behind me—the other two werewolves—the missing pieces of his triad, the ones who marked my door as he did. I sense them approaching even before I hear the low rumbles they make.
My eyes lower to where Ranulf’s human cock juts from between his thighs, hard and heavy looking, bearing the unmistakable swelling of his knot.
My eyes widen.
“Yes,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “You just took all of that up inside your hot cunt.”
My eyes snap to meet his.
“Well, sort of.” He slays me with a hot, predatory look. “My werebeast cock is not quite the same, obviously, and bigger.”
I suck in air between my teeth.
His low, husky chuckle turns my insides to goo and makes me forget my own name.
But his humor fades as he glances down past me. “Go ahead,” he says. “She is nicely softened.”
I jerk in horror as I realize his companions intend to fuck me now, while he is here… as a human. Why does that make it worse?
“Ah, ah.” His fingers grasp my hair, pinning me still.
A werebeast snout makes contacted with my ass, and I start.
“Stay very still, Evanthe. Alden is usually a gentle male when it comes to rutting, but, well, you are his mate and, further, smothered in my seed—enough to turn any man into a savage. It’s for the best I broke you in before he had a chance at you.
Do naught to antagonize him. It will bring out his dominant side and, rest assured, you don’t want to provoke that. ”
He smiles again and sighs. “You are so beautiful it hurts just to look upon you.”
A big, wet tongue licks my ass, then right between my slick folds that drip the other male’s seed.
“Good, lass. Nice and still.”
Alden suddenly springs forward, clawed hands scraping bark as he grips the tree before his teeth find the unclaimed side of my throat. He clamps his teeth around my flesh, already drooling heavily. His entire body trembles violently as his hips snap forward and his cock penetrates me.
A cry tears from my lips.
Alden pounds into me, stretching sore muscles to capacity again.
“Perfect,” Ranulf murmurs. He strokes his fingers over my cheek as his companion takes me in rough, fast strokes. “There. He’s a savage bastard, isn’t he? Something tells me you like it. My wolf sensed you as a perfect, lusty match for our needs the very first time we met.”
He pushes his fingers between my lips, deep into my mouth, until I gag. Then he leaves them there, making my confused mouth salivate as Alden sinks his teeth into my flesh and his cock batters the entrance of my womb.
ALDEN
Gods, I am inside her. Cock buried all the way to the knot in her soft, clenching passage. A form of madness grips me. I am drooling all over her throat. My werebeast side is savage in a fight. Yet this sweet, open lass unleashes a different darkness within me.
I pound into her, using her for my pleasure. Thank fuck Ranulph took her first. He is the oldest among us, our leader, the one with the greatest restraint. How he lasted as long as he did is a miracle by my reckoning. I have barely begun thrusting and am ready to unleash my load.
But not yet.
Not until she is knotted and claimed as mine.
I always wondered at the allure of human females. Even when Torric, our pack leader, took one as a mate, I still couldn’t see the appeal of the tiny, weak little things. Fine. They have a sweet scent. Yet that didn’t seem like enough.
But now that I am taking my mate, feeling her clenching around me, I experience a revelation. Her helplessness beneath me, as she accepts the full thunder of my werebeast’s need, speaks to the primal side of me.
This is my mate. This woman shall be bound to me, to all of us, for life. It is fucking heady. It is like finding a lost piece of your soul. We are going to breed her so well. Her belly will soon be swelling with pups… And her tits… which are fucking nice already.
I drool heavily, thinking about getting my tongue on them.
Fuck! I’m not going to come until I knot her. Only where the fuck does it go?
A strange, panicky sensation grips me. She is making little hurt mewling noises as I pound into her.
“Where does it fucking go?” I demand of Ranulf, desperation clawing at my spine.
Ranulf’s chuckle is dark. “Where it needs to go so we might directly seed her womb.”
The lass moans.
Gods!
My hips slam forward of their own volition—a scream tears from her lips.
Now I understand why she screamed when Ranulf was taking her. Now I understand what it means.
Her tight inner muscles give and then snap around the head of my cock. My knot is lodged all the way up her cunt. Her body turns rigid, and sweet fisting sensations begin, ones that compel a climax from me.
My balls tighten, and my seed floods her womb. I am nothing but writhing sensations, hips rocking furiously as I dump yet more cum.
Where the fuck does it all come from? I did not know I had this much to give. An endless supply, and all of it fills her womb.
Ranulf has got his fingers in her mouth. His lips against her temple, kissing her sweetly while she grunts and thrashes.
“She is coming,” I growl. “She does not fucking stop! Her hot cunt is fisting me like my dick is her new favorite thing.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Beric snarls. “I will not seed the forest floor!”
I chuckle darkly, even as my hips continue to rock and her pussy sucks pleasurably all over my knot and cock. The sensation of her gripping me is incomparable. My teeth sink a little deeper, driven by the primitive urge to mark her, to leave a scar, to taste her blood.
She cries out as my teeth worry at her throat, and squeezes over me again.
Lost in this half-delirious state, I’m caught unawares by an outpouring of fierce love. It fills a space between us, reaching out for the sweet lass, writhing on my knot. My growl softens to a purr.
“She is so perfect. She is everything. She is my world.”
“Aye, she is,” Ranulf agrees.
“I need my fucking turn. Right now,” Beric snarls. I can hear him pacing behind me, his aggression rising.
“Go ahead. Pull out when you can,” Ranulf instructs, triggering sharp possessiveness and a growl from me.
“Oh, please!” Evanthe wails.
“She is still gripping my dick,” I grit out, unwilling to relinquish my turn at our prize.
“I will bloody your hide if you don’t obey me,” Ranulf barks at me through the bond.
Bastard. She wails when I test her pussy’s grip.
“Just pull the fuck out,” Ranulf says darkly. “It will loosen her up a bit before Beric tries to get his tree trunk all up inside her.”
“Goddess save me from your depravity!” the poor lass moans even as her sweet pussy fists me.
I chuff out to laugh at her fake woe. I pull. She wails, her ass lifting, before the knot suddenly slips free. And a great splatter of cum pours out. Before I can gather my wits. Beric shoulders me out of the way.