Pack Law (2 page)

I will fuck you with pleasure any time, wolf man.

“Well of course.” She dared to take a step toward him, keeping her gaze locked with his. “I believe in keeping the
lunewulf
breed intact and whole. Pack law states a bitch should provide cubs for three different werewolves. I don’t break laws.”

“And you aren’t scared?”

She reached out to him. Her fingertips charged with the heat from his body the moment she pressed them against his rock-hard chest.

“No,” she lied, brushing her fingers over his soft sweatshirt. Fire burned in Nik’s beautiful blue eyes.

“I don’t frighten you?” He reached out to touch her cheek, and swept aside a strand of her hair.

Sophie swallowed. She would offer him some honesty, before her buried fears filled the air with their stench. Nik had been the man of her dreams throughout high school, her protector when the older werewolves picked on her. Now that she’d turned twenty and was old enough to breed, he would be her mate, and he stood before her demanding to know her feelings.

She whispered the first thing that came to mind. “I want you.” Her cheeks burned with her embarrassment.

He studied her, appearing to understand her feelings better than she. The night air chilled her lungs; a yearning to change and run through the trees behind him overtook her, heightening her emotions, intensifying her desires.

Running would ruin the moment.
That
she wouldn’t allow. And she sure as hell wouldn’t say anything else to embarrass herself. Straightening, she stuck out her chin and waited for his response.

“Take off your clothes.” His expression didn’t change, but his blue eyes sparked with lust. Their fire caught deep in her gut, swelling and smoldering.

“What?” She gasped, her heart pounding loud enough to make it hard to hear.

“You stand before me showing your boldness. Without fear.” He dropped his hand so that his fingers rubbed her oversensitive nipples. Sparks ignited in her, quickening in her womb.

Her cardigan abraded her nipples, he squeezed, torturing them into eager hardness. “You like your nipples pinched, don’t you, my little bitch?”

She moaned, unwilling to admit the quick sensation of pain could cause the rush of cream that drenched her panties.

“I want my mate naked before me,” he growled. His mouth changed shape as his teeth grew. His request aroused him; the change rippling through him proved that.

He wanted her as badly as she wanted him.

Come dripped from her throbbing pussy lips; her insides tightened with nervous lustful energy. He is challenging me, testing my boldness. And if I told him I had fears, he would soothe them for me.

But did she want tender? Sophie managed a smile, although her lips quivered from the cold and the emotions that flooded her. She grabbed the bottom of her sweater, pulled it over her head before she chickened out.

She boiled inside and her heart pounded ruthlessly in her chest. The night air’s icy fingers traced over her feverish skin, making her breath come in quick gasps. Dropping her sweater, she knelt in front of him to undo her boot laces.

“You are beautiful, Sophie, so beautiful.”

Though she couldn’t see his face, she could watch his hand move on his cock. Her fingers fumbled the laces while he stroked himself, his small movements proving an almost unbearable distraction.

“I’m cold. I want to change.” Her bones popped in agony, and she couldn’t help murmuring her desire even though she wanted him to see her as a confident bitch.

“Fight it. I want to see you in your flesh.” He rubbed the thick, growing bulge in his pants.

She stood and slipped out of her jeans and panties, dropping her clothes in a pile next to her. Then she faced him, naked and on fire, in spite of the biting night air—it only added to the torturous flames that burned in her pussy. Frigid air embraced her feverish cunt. Icy fire teased her clit; it ached with cold, with heat, with anticipation.

“Look at you.” He pulled her into his arms, wrapping her in the heat of his body, his strength feeding her. “You are mine, Sophie. I’ll share you with your other two mates, but, my sweet little
lunewulf
bitch, you are mine.”

Chapter Three

There had been other bitches, willing women in his pack who would spread their legs in a meadow. Some of them had been quite good, but none of them had been Sophie. He’d watched her throughout high school, and then afterwards, with her sisters at pack meetings, or around town and at parties.

He knew years ago he would make her his bitch, the mother of his cubs. And maybe he’d expressed that interest to the right people when decisions were made about who would be mated with whom. He would share her, but only under his terms.

Nik lifted Sophie into his arms, her smooth skin torturing him worse than he thought possible. He couldn’t believe her boldness, not to mention her eagerness to do as he said. Her submission made his cock burn with the need to be inside her. He wanted her cunt, her sweet mouth and her tight ass. He wanted her to know that she belonged to
him
first.

I might have to share her cunt, but no one else will fuck her ass. He would hear her swear to that.

He trusted Sophie, but her word was not enough. He needed the word of her other two mates also. So he’d contacted them. The three of them had discussed her at length. She was a virgin, but a willing fuck. She would respect pack law, even though she seemed shy about fucking them all. He told the other two he would break her in, and bring her along sexually until she was ready.

She was
his
. But pack law was pack law. By taking charge, he’d established himself as alpha male and her one true-mate. Lukas and John hadn’t argued. Damn good thing too. It wouldn’t do for a respectable pack member to kill his own kind.

At the moment, killing was the furthest thing from his mind. Her hot, torturous breath wreaked havoc on his neck. More than anything he wanted to fuck her
right now
, not carry her away to some isolated spot. His cock burned with a fever he’d never experienced before.

Fucking her silly would be okay. The act would consummate their mating, make her his. But he wanted her to crave fucking him, beg for his attention. She would love his cock; he could tell by her actions. Her breathing was quick and excited, her breasts smashing against his chest with each inhalation. Lust had swarmed in her eyes since she’d learned they would be mates. If he handled this right, she would beg him to fuck her again and again.

So he had to be slow, no matter how desperately he wanted to pound her cunt until his cock couldn’t take it anymore.

He found a quiet area between the trees with a thick patch of needles carpeting the rough ground. When he put her down, his cock strained painfully against the pressure from her lithe body. She wouldn’t know of his personal torment, of the sweet pain she inflicted. Taking Sophie had been his dream for years. He would do it right.

He ripped his sweatshirt off and spread it over the needles, making a bed for her.

“I want you to lie down for me.” He worked to sound calm when he wanted to force her to her hands and knees. To grip her ass, then pound her holes while she screamed with pleasure.

Sophie knelt, looking up at him with wide eyes. “What are you going to do?”

She sounded shy, her cockiness from before washed from her and replaced with a demure gaze that turned him on more than if she stroked his cock for him.

It would be easier to show her than tell her. She’d spread her legs, showing off her glorious cunt; its roundness shone with come. Her sweet scent filled the air around them. She smiled and her cheeks turned a beautiful shade of pink. He wanted to kiss her, to tell her what she did to him. To tell her that he had wanted to fuck her for years. But he knew if he got any closer to her right now, he would pound his cock into her and gain only his satisfaction. Tonight would be for both of them.

Tonight he would make her his for life.

“Touch me, Nik,” she whispered.

He hadn’t meant to hold her in suspense while enjoying the feast before him. The beauty of that smooth cunt, widespread slender thighs, round breasts with hardened nipples made her appear a sacrifice, offered to him, and he wished only to worship her beauty for a moment.

If he touched her, he would ravish her, he was sure of it. Maybe conversation could keep him sane, help him remember how innocent the vixen lying willing in front of him really was.

“Why do you shave?” He ran a finger over her slit.

Her body lurched when she reached for him but then hesitated, and her fingers drifted through her silky blonde hair.

His cock twitched, aching for attention. Instead, he parted her pussy lips, touching her round little clit. Her hips bucked, and she locked her legs around his arm.

“Nik. Oh my God. Nik.”

Her orgasm swelled through her, filling him with pride and powerful desire. She would come for him with the simple stroke of his finger. And the way she cried out his name… His adorable bitch would be a wonderful playmate.

“You are so beautiful.” He couldn’t help but praise her.

When he reached for her knees, she fought him, peering at him from beneath lowered lids like a wild animal, but finally spread her legs far apart.

“Good girl. Now answer me.” His fingers trembled while he stroked her pussy, fighting to be gentle, aching to dive deep into her heat, to feel her muscles clamp around him.

Keep talking. Maintain control.
“Tell me why do you shave?”

“I like how it looks,” she said on a gasp, her mouth forming an “o”.

He had no argument there. He spread her pussy lips, and her outer muscles clamped on to his finger, soaked him with her hot cream. Her body prepared for another orgasm; her thighs quaked, her breath came in gasps. He slid his finger inside her, imagining his cock sliding into her sweet hole. She was so fucking hot! Her lusty fire burned through him.

“Do you watch yourself, baby?” He worked another finger into her cunt. Her come seeped out and covered his hand.

He fucked her with his fingers, pumping them in and out of her wet pussy. Her breath came quick and shallow, and she grabbed her breasts, pulling and squeezing them so that her caramel-colored nipples poked up at him.

“Sometimes.”

His balls tightened. Pre-come leaked from his cock. He couldn’t endure the sweet torture any longer. He struggled one-handed with his fly, until he freed his cock from the unbearable confinement. The cold air did nothing to calm the savage heat pulsing through him.

In and out. His fingers drove deep inside her tight cunt, then slid out slowly, her muscles fighting him. He wanted to bury himself in her heat. Need made it hard to keep his thoughts straight.

Spreading her legs further, she rocked her ass back and forth, prompting her orgasm. “Oh. Nik.” She rode his fingers, thrusting wildly and clamping down. Hot come drenched his hand. It took more strength than he’d thought he possessed not to come with her.

Her pussy crushed his fingers, then another spasm forced them from her pussy. He couldn’t pull his gaze from her tiny hole, which remained open for him briefly, before it clamped shut again and thick cream spread toward her ass.

“I have to taste you, baby.” He adjusted himself between her legs, waiting until she seemed to register what he’d said and looked down at him. “Before I fuck you, I want to lick your come out of you.”

He willed her to hold his gaze, to watch him feast upon her while he lapped at the come dripping down toward the virgin asshole that would be his alone. When he finally lowered his mouth to her hot cunt, her rich cream intoxicated him. The folds of her pussy were so smooth, so tight.

“Nik. Oh. Shit.” She shook her head from side to side, her pretty blonde hair splashing over her face.

He grasped her legs, spreading her, while feasting on her pussy. Shoving his tongue deep, he tasted her fresh lust, and her muscles contracted around him. Then, lifting her higher, he teased her tight ass with his tongue, nipping at it and watching her come pool at its entrance.

He rimmed her sweet asshole, imagining how tight she would be when he fucked her there.

His cock reared like a dangerous creature, swelling and surging with angry life. He needed inside her, needed her tight heat around him. Needed to possess every bit of her.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he murmured, half to himself. “I’m going to go mad if I don’t fuck you soon.”

“You’re going to make me your bitch?” Her whispered words wrapped around him, reminding him of the age-old pack tradition. Her virginity, her pureness, her first experience. All of this they would share, making her his bitch, marking their unity.

When he lifted his head, she studied him, her gaze heavy with lust and curiosity. Her blonde hair was tousled around her face, tangled from her fingers running through it. Her blue eyes looked wild, filled with desire and hesitation that made him crazy with lust. Then uncertainty pooled in her eyes, and her mouth puckered into an almost pout. Her body stiffened; her worry fragranced the air around them.

“My sweet little
lunewulf
bitch. My glorious Sophie.” Needing to kiss that growing pout off her face, he smiled and raised himself over her. “You’ve been my bitch for years.”