Pack Possessed, page 11
part #4 of Thrown to the Wolves Series
Tipping his head respectfully towards his fallen packmate, he wipes the blood off of his blade on his pants before folding the pocket knife and tucking it away. Striding our way without once looking back, when he reaches us, he completely disregards everyone else, stealing me off of Damian’s lap.
Handling him like a ticking time bomb, I brush my knuckles down his cheek, forced to wrap my legs around his waist. “If you were jealous of Cin’s handiwork, you know that you can only one-up him by letting me see what you did, right?”
Opening the front door to the cabin, he sets me on the edge of the table in the main room before speaking. “I didn’t do it for bragging rights.”
“Color me intrigued.”
Palming the nape of my neck, he rests his forehead against mine and admits, “I might have gotten carried away and done something incredibly stupid in the heat of the moment.”
Leo’s heavy footsteps proceed him as he storms in and unceremoniously shoves me off of the edge of the table on his way past, only Kaige’s quick reflexes saving me from falling onto my ass on the floor. “I eat there. For the love of everything unholy and otherwise, can’t you wait until you’re in your own place? Fucking hell.”
As he rummages around in the fridge, withdrawing the cooler of blood bags, Kaige and I reply in tandem, “No.”
Silently gagging, he shoots me a disapproving glare. “I tried to look at things from the other point of view, but seeing you as my sister-in-law isn’t any better. Can you-” gesturing at the two of us, he slams the refrigerator door shut with a huff “- not? How the fuck am I supposed to sleep knowing what type of shit you’re doing around here? Is that why Sebastian decided it was time for spring cleaning the other day, as an excuse to kick you out of the house?”
Smothering a laugh, I clear my throat, donning a stoic face. “You caught me. Yes, that’s exactly why.”
His eyes widen as it clicks. “No.”
Pressing my lips into a thin line, I don’t respond. I simply let the horrifying realization sink into his head and watch in amusement as his neck mottles red. Storming past us, he pauses at the door, turning back to shout, “I’m sick of your mates mooching off of us, so they’re going to start working at the warehouse to earn their keep!”
The door slams shut behind him as Kaige carries us into our borrowed bedroom, tossing me onto the bed where I struggle to rein in my laughter. By some miracle, I manage to gasp out, “So, how did you get carried away?”
Without pausing in his search through our luggage pile, he declares, “I left Ash a message.”
That sobers me up quickly and I push myself upright. “Why?”
Withdrawing a familiar, sealed bag, he tosses it onto the bed beside me, eyeing me carefully to see if his answer is going to irreparably change the mood. “Because when people are emotional, they’re more likely to make a mistake like I did, and I wanted to return the favor.”
“They’re also more likely to lash out and hurt the people you care about to make a point.”
Without missing a beat, he counters, “Everyone is at risk until that monster is dead and his ashes are spread across the earth, then burned again just to be safe. You saw what he arranged today, and we both know that it wasn’t meant as an apology gift, it was a test. Whether we failed or not, ultimately, we gave away our hand. Damian proved that he was willing to kill his own men without remorse in order to protect you, Hunter showed that beneath his bitchy exterior he actually contains a heart, so I wanted to turn things back around on him a little. Maybe it was pride, or maybe it was simply stupidity, but regardless, it felt necessary to both of us to make sure he understood that if he wanted to play games, we were happy to rise to the challenge.”
Reaching behind him, he grabs his shirt, and when I don’t make a move to stop him, he shucks it off, prowling closer. Placing his hands on the bed on either side of me, he cages me between him and the mattress, yet doesn’t crowd my space. He keeps just enough distance to remind me that for all of his bravado, the second I give a sign that I’m uncomfortable, he’ll back off.
It’s endearing, but frustrating when I just want to be manhandled and fucked six ways to Sunday to get my mind off of things for a while.
Each of these men are a convoluted mess of contradictions; overbearing, yet respectful. Obsessive, yet willing to hold back. Drowning, and willing to continue to do so alone if it means holding me above the surface, yet equally wanting to drag me down with them. While I love them for it, it also makes me want to scream. Everything’s so fucking involved, layers upon layers to decipher in order to get to the heart of things. For once, I want simple. Easy, stress-relieving fun.
“And I learned from the best.” Leaning in, he captures my lips, using the kiss to force me back into the mattress. “Thus, I wrote him a little note on how he could do better.” Sliding his hand between us, he flips open the button on my shorts, tearing his lips from mine so he can drag them down my legs along with my underwear. “I simply informed him that for a man that had already failed to win you over once, and had centuries to learn some new tricks, sending others to do his dirty work was pathetic at best. This charade may have been the wolf equivalent to flowers and a box of chocolates, but he couldn’t even be bothered to deliver them himself?” He clucks his tongue. “That’s not nearly enough for a woman that deserves the world, so he’s going to need to step up his efforts if he wants to get your attention when you already have seven men happily keeping you busy.”
Kicking my shorts off the rest of the way, I wrap an arm around his neck, keeping him from pulling away. “Well that sounds like it’s going to bite us in the ass. What the hell are you going to do if he shows up on our doorstep and professes his undying love, decides that he’s tired of playing games and kills you all, then tosses me in a pit to torment for eternity?”
He recaptures my lips, kissing me as he slides my shirt up to my chest. “The same thing that I did to the idiot that thought he could take you from me.” Sliding my shirt over my head, he casts it aside. “Kill him, one way or another. No, I may not have been able to breach the demonic energy coating Ash’s skin any better than Boden did, but the man has a weakness, and as much as we all hate it, that weakness is you.”
“You’re leveraging me as an insurance policy?”
He grins. “More like the prettiest hostage I’ve ever had the pleasure of using.”
Arching my back, I encourage him to keep going. “If I’m going to be used regardless, might as well be the fun version. Fine, you win, we can make revenge porn and trade the tape in exchange for our freedom.”
Chuckling, he kisses a path down my arm. “He already slipped and called you Aurelia once; that’s a good sign. It means that he’s nostalgic. Old wounds are the best; they’re the ones that reach the deepest and are the easiest to exploit.”
Snatching up the surprise bag from the toy shop and tearing it open, he dumps the contents onto the bed. “We’re never going to outsmart a man that’s had centuries to plan out exactly how to get what he wants.” Sifting through the contents, he declares with complete confidence, “But we can outsmart a desperate man determined to win your affection if we play our cards right. It’s a dangerous game, but both me and my volatile Jiminy Cricket think that it may be our best chance.”
He finishes stripping and steps between my legs, ripping open one of the packages. Gripping my thighs, he pulls me to the edge of the mattress, sinking to his knees in a fluid movement. Agonizingly slowly, he begins eating me out, ending with a flick of his tongue that has me hissing in a sharp breath.
“No need to defend yourself, Kaige. I was the one that suggested our chaotic plan, and I wholeheartedly believe in it. The only way to outmaneuver a man that can predict all of your plans is to not have one in the first place.”
Rolling the metal ball on his tongue over my clit, my hips buck, both wanting to flinch away from the overstimulation, and desperately wanting him to never stop. His fingers dig into my thighs as he jerks me back against his face, increasing his efforts and picking up the pace. Where I’ve never believed in any deity before now, I’m prepared to now if it means he’ll keep this up. He may not have much experience, but I’m ready to put money down on the fact that he’s better in tune with my body than any of the rest of them. A few awkward fumbles, sure, but the moment I hiss in a breath or tense in any way, he doubles down like his life depends on it.
One hand fisting the blanket, the other tangles in Kaige’s hair, my breathing growing ragged as I rock against his face. “Almost there, don’t stop. Just a little more.” The faint sound of a cap being flicked open is followed by the pressure of him working a finger into my ass. All of my muscles tighten as the building pressure finally breaks, heat flooding my system in a rush.
Collapsing back onto the bed, I pant, “Fuck, that stuff was cold. Maybe warm up the lube first next time.”
Warm breath fans across my hypersensitive flesh with his chuckle. “Noted, but not lube. Numbing cream to help us both out.” Rising to his feet, he warms up the tube in his hand for a few seconds before squirting some in his palm, stroking himself from tip to base and back again.
Lifting up on my elbows with a teasing smile, I raise an eyebrow. “Upgrading from virgin to gangbangs and anal within a week; I admire that kind of tenacity.”
The door creaks open and I don’t even have to glance over to know who stepped through the threshold. At this stage, I’m so intrinsically connected to my mates’ energy that I could identify them with my eyes closed. Now that I know to look for it, each of their presence has a unique thrill running down my spine that has my demeanor subtly shifting in response to whoever’s present. It’s a subtle change, but if I’m paying careful attention to it, it’s a distinguishable one. All I need to do is hone in on that subtle drive that encourages me to behave a certain way. While I hate the fact that I intrinsically become whatever one of them needs, a much quieter, darker part of me appreciates it for what it is.
I’m still me, and I always have been. But like I draw out the best and worst in them, they each draw out a different facet of my personality. It allows me to be me, but the version of myself that they need at the current time. That’s nothing to be upset about, even if it took a while for me to wrap my head around.
I don’t exist for the sake of other people, I exist, period, and it’s their choice to choke me down or not.
“She shouldn’t be pushing herself yet.” Slade’s admonishment carries little weight as he settles onto the bed beside me, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “The blood draws took too much out of her; she’s still pretty pale.”
Kaige is just as content to ignore him as I am, flipping me onto my stomach and kicking my legs apart as I offer, “You’re welcome to head to the warehouse with the others if you don’t want to push the limits of my poor, delicate constitution.”
“Like hell I’m going to pick work over this,” Slade scoffs, capturing my mouth and kissing me breathless while Kaige slowly presses into me.
Using Slade to keep me distracted, I take steady breaths, reaching my other hand between my legs. While it doesn’t completely detract from the uncomfortable pressure, that combined with the numbing cream helps take the edge off, and I’m able to lean more to the pleasurable side of pain. By the time Kaige has bottomed out, the taste of blood has filled my mouth, but Slade acts completely unfazed by the fact that I unintentionally bit him.
“Fucking hell, at least I got you off first.” Kaige’s voice is like gravel as he pulls back slightly before slamming into me hard enough that I slide forward on the mattress. “This stuff might take the edge off, but it’s not nearly enough.”
Slade smirks against my lips. “Starving puppies, taxes, grocery lists. Think about literally anything besides how she’s wrapped around your cock and those sweet little gasps she makes when you drive to the hilt.”
The sound of grinding teeth proceeds him hissing, “You’re such a dick.”
For once, the cosmos align in our favor, Cin slipping in the room and softly closing the door behind him. As Slade pulls away with a breathy chuckle, an idea takes root and I draw in a slow, steady breath.
“Cin?”
His gaze immediately settles on mine as I wet my lips, bolstering my nerves. But with how hesitant he’s been to initiate even casual touches if his demon isn’t calling the shots, I’m going to have to venture outside of my comfort zone a little. Usually, I prefer being manhandled and used, but a little experimenting could be a fun change. Cinjin needs the assurance that he’s wanted, and thus far, his wolf’s always been running the show when we slept together. Kaige hasn’t had enough experience to really find out what he’s into or not, and Slade?
His patience has to run out eventually.
“I know how much you wanted to get your hands on the blind bag from Carina’s.” Tilting my head to the pile beside me, I bite back a moan as Kaige snaps his hips. “Want to sift through this mess and see if anything catches your eye?”
“I'm happy watching." He shifts between feet, though his heated gaze never once deviates from me.
“That doesn't sound nearly as much fun as tapping in."
A slow smile spreads across his face. “Then I suppose you better do a flip or something to make it more entertaining."
Balancing myself on one hand, I flip him off for a brief second before having to brace myself again as Kaige bands an arm around my waist. Pumping his fingers in my drenched heat twice, he turns his attention onto my neglected clit.
“How about instead of a backflip, I rope you into my evil plan?”
Stalking closer, he pauses at the foot of the bed; attempting to remain aloof, yet failing miserably. “Color me intrigued.”
“Want to help me torture Slade? His self-restraint is maddening, and I for one, want to see what happens if we can blow it to hell.”
Some of the tension leaves his shoulders as he tugs off his shirt. “What kind of mate would I be if I said no to such a noble request?”
Kaige runs a hand over my hip and up my side, then down my spine as Cin rounds the bed. While he sifts through the pile and finishes stripping, I rock back on Kaige’s cock, flicking open the button of Slade’s pants.
With a small smile he swiftly suppresses, he lifts his hips, helping slide off his pants. “I must admit, I came in here to make sure that Kaige wasn’t pushing you too far, prepared to intervene whether you liked it or not if you needed a break.” His shirt goes next. “But you’re the epitome of temptation, and this sounds like a far better way to spend an afternoon. You’re wrong about one thing, though.”
Palming my cheek, he forces me to face his heated gaze, shadows dancing in his emerald irises. “You’ve already broken me exactly how I needed to be, Sabrina. I’m yours, however you want me.”
With a lingering press of his lips against mine, he murmurs, “If you want to instigate a game of restraint, I’ll gladly play. But I wouldn’t put any money down on winning if I were you.”
With him joining in the game, it leaves me completely surrounded by three naked men intent on wringing out maximum pleasure from me, if only to lord their victory over the others.
Ah, if only teenage Sabrina could see me now. Talk about motivation to hang in there.
Smirking at his subtle gift, I rise to the challenge, petty determination swelling in my chest. “Kaige?”
Stilling, he sucks down a few deep breaths, hissing out through gritted teeth, “Yeah?”
“Twenty bucks says that I can make Slade snap before needing to tap out.”
It helps offer him a necessary distraction to hold out. “Thirty bucks on him coming down your throat.”
Cin throws his hand in the pot with a laugh. “Fifty on him spilling his load without even being inside of her.”
All of the bets have Slade grinning, as if he’s ready to turn celibate simply for the bragging rights of victory. Naturally, it’s the perfect moment to wrap my fingers around the base of his cock and flick my tongue over the head, swallowing him down. Hollowing out my cheeks, I concentrate on toying with him while Kaige bucks his hips, forcing me to swallow Slade down far enough that I gag, having to pull back and face his amused smirk.
“Tempting, but you’re going to have to try harder than that, love,” he taunts, and I narrow my eyes, abandoning him completely.
Cinjin awkwardly slides into position on the bed under me, and I ignore the others to give him my undivided attention. The silicone sleeve leaves the head of his cock exposed, adding another inch and texture to his length that I’ll admit, has me intrigued.
A girl reads about plenty of monster dick, but she so rarely gets the opportunity to try one out.
Agonizingly slowly, I lower myself onto Cinjin, and with it comes a delicious friction that pulls a soft moan from my lips. The textured sleeve makes everything ten times more intense, the edges on top leaving me biting my lip long before I’ve even gotten to the ridges, maybe even appreciating the way that spot hits more than what was intended. By the time Cin bottoms out, sinking to the hilt, I’m pretty sure I’ve forgotten how to breathe.
Between him and Kaige, the pressure is so intense that any miniscule movement has my body trembling, clenching around them both. It’s an agonizing predicament of wanting more, while at the same time, it’s nearly too much to bear. They’re simply... everything, and yet, not enough.
“Still up for that experiment we talked about earlier?”
When nobody objects, I reach an arm behind me, palming the nape of Kaige’s neck while rolling my hips, riding them both. Before he can come, I use the contact to siphon from him, using it as a distraction. Between the overwhelming onslaught of sensations comes the flood of pain and longing; everything that makes Kaige who he is.
