Their Alpha Bitch (10 page)

Helen had told Kenna that it was not uncommon for multiple males to be able to impregnate one female during a mating frenzy, when the female in heat would drop several eggs every day or two. Although one male could conceivably fertilize more than one egg during the continuous intercourse of a mating frenzy, wolves could drop eggs several hours apart, and if a second male had deposited his sperm in that time, he would be the lucky donor who got the second egg, etc.

Bingo!

Kenna was feeling just a tad overwhelmed at the thought of giving birth to three children from three different fathers…all at once.

Gee…if only Aunt Maggie had given her the “Little girl” talk about wolves just a tad earlier, she might not be in this predicament.

Thanks, Aunt Maggie…

She had asked Helen if having sex after the mating frenzy could result in her having more puppies deposited in her womb, and had been advised that a female only went into heat once every few months, and that she would certainly know when it happened, because she would not be able to get out of bed with three lusty, horny mates eager to get her pregnant until her estrus cycle ended. So it was pretty safe to indulge herself and her mates freely at least until the pups were ready to be born.

Helen was also kind enough to tell her that other pack females would help care for any multiple birth pups.
Pups….

She ran her hands over her belly, wondering what it would feel like with three healthy, squirming babies bouncing around in there. Dune bent over and lifted the bottom of her shirt, and licked her skin sensually, his big hand cupping her belly…then slipping down to caress her mound. “Can we have you when we get back to the house?” His whispered words sent shivers through her.

Gant shoved his wandering hand off her pussy, and glared at his youngest sibling. “Have you never heard of jacking off, kid?”

Dune’s blue gaze centered on Kenna’s breasts as he bit his lower lip and murmured huskily, “Yeah…but I think Kenna would prefer I not waste a great hard-on…”

Mace snorted softly, and readjusted her on his lap, letting her feel the insistent pressure of the boner he was sporting. “I think a little one-on-one time would be great, if you are up to it. Unless you re too worn out…” His voice was a whisper against her ear. “Because I know I need you more than I need to breathe, baby…”

Gant’s lean hand slid up under her shirt to gently slip under her bra cup, and Dune’s fingers slid into the vee of her thighs, teasing her mound as the SUV bounced hard over several potholes.

The orgasm caught her totally off guard, and it took everything she had to keep from screaming out as she gasped and threw her head back against Mace’s muscular shoulder. Three soft groans filled her ears, and as she came back from the marvelous pleasure that had swamped her, Mace licked her neck and nipped her shoulder, setting off yet another.

By the time they arrived back at the house, her panties were soaked, and they barely made it up the curved staircase to the master bedroom before she almost tore Dune’s T-shirt off over his head while Gant tugged her shoes and pants off. Dune’s hot mouth was on her pussy before she hit the mattress. Gant sucked her nipples hard and deep into his mouth, and Mace watched her orgasm swamp her as he slowly removed his own jeans and boots, and tugged his shirt over his head.

Mace eased up beside the bed, and stared down into her glazed eyes as she lowered her gaze to his rampantly erect cock. One hand threaded into Gant’s thick hair, and the other surrounded Mace’s hot steel shaft. Dune’s tongue and lips and teeth made her moan and pump her hips up to meet his talented mouth. She tugged on Mace’s cock and he obeyed, leaning over her as she opened her lips and swallowed his silken erection until he caressed the back of her throat before she backed off and repeated.

“Kenna…gods, Kenna…
so…damn…good
…” Mace panted as she orgasmed from Dune’s sucking and probing on her cunt.

“Ah…ah…ah…” she cried as her body splintered into millions of tiny pieces…and Gant gently shoved his sibling aside, his thick, wide cock replacing Dune’s lips and tongue as he filled her to the point of bursting.

“That’s it, baby, take it all…it’s all for you…” he groaned as he filled her until his balls slapped against her ass.

Mace was to the point of bursting, but he gently pulled his throbbing shaft from her hot, hungry mouth, and pressed his thick fingers into the space between Gant’s pumping hips and her throbbing, engorged nubbin, scissoring her clit slowly with each deep thrust. His thumb pressed hard against the slick, pumping cock that filled her again and again, and Gant began to groan and pant.

“Fuck, bro…that feels so fucking hot…I’m coming…aw fuck!”

And Gant exploded, his body convulsing over her.

“Bastard!” Gant panted with a laugh at his brother’s wicked grin. “You did that on purpose…”

“I did…” Mace growled, and shoved Gant away, lifting Kenna onto his stiffly erect, throbbing cock. He pressed her back into the wall beside the drapes and lifted her lush ass a bit higher so that he could make long, wet strokes into her sheath. He felt her cunt tighten convulsively around his cock, and he bent to nip her shoulder hard enough to draw blood…enough to throw her into a wild, humping, screaming orgasm as her sweet breasts bounced madly against his chest. He slid one long finger into her ass with a soft groan, and felt her climax slam her again.

Kenna loved it when Mace fucked her like that…when he drew blood and brought her to the wildest form of orgasm possible. His finger teased her ass until Dune slid up behind her and whispered hot words in her ear as Mace eased her a bit lower to allow his sibling to enter her throbbing tight kiss.

“I love this tight little ass, baby…oh, hell yeah… ride us, Kenna…” his dirty words had the desired effect and she clamped them into her body and screamed as they drove her wild with their heated, eager lovemaking.

She reached back to hold Dune’s hard-pumping ass as Mace scissored her throbbing clit between two calloused fingers and gently bit her turgid nipple, urging her toward a massive climax.

“Don’t stop…ah, God, please don’t stop…” she gasped as they growled and snarled against her skin, Mace sucking hard on her nipples one at a time as Dune buried his teeth in the back of her shoulder and broke skin just enough to send her screaming over the cliff.

* * * * *

“The fucking Dumont bastards killed Aaron…” Jerrod and Farris Kennard growled at Vincent, but Vincent raised a clawed hand and snarled at both brothers.

“Aaron was a fool. He went up against three of the Dumont pack’s most deadly assassins with only a few men. I told him he needed a couple dozen, but he didn’t pay attention.
Are the two of you paying attention?”
They panted with their rage, but neither moved. “Who do we still have at the compound now that Jed is dead? We need eyes on the ground. I want to know everything that happens there…and I want you boys to know that listening to me is the only thing that will keep you alive. Understood?”

Jerrod growled, but he nodded and glanced at his brother. “We could send Sheba back. She could tell them she got scared and wanted to rejoin the pack. A female would be less suspect, and could get closer to that hybrid bitch.”

Vincent stared at his lieutenants and nodded slowly. “You seem to have more brains than your brother had. If you fail me, you won’t live long. Send the bitch, and make her understand that if she fucks this up, I will tear her throat out myself. And I want both of you to find me more wolves, since we just lost ten of our recruits. You really don’t want to disappoint me again.”

As the Kennards strode stiffly from his presence, he leaned back in his seat and smiled. The eldest Kennard had been too damn impetuous…had been a liability. He had been expendable. That left one less male between him and the hybrid bitch. The younger siblings could be controlled. And once he had her, he would control the Dumont pack as well.

The legend was as old as the packs. Most were. He had heard it when he was just a pup, and that was long ago. The legend of the silver bitch whose bloodlines would rule all future packs. Of course, so many of the younger ones thought it was just a myth, but all myths were grounded in fact. And Vincent Draga intended to control the bitch that would control the future.

* * * * *

Kenna awoke earlier than usual, and slipped silently from the big bed, making certain that she didn’t wake her worn out mates. It had been a hard month, with the younger Kennard brothers and the loosely knit Draga pack picking off their pack males one by one, making it necessary to constantly patrol the outlying settlements, and even to move some of the females and young into the compound to keep them safe from marauders. So far, they had lost six adult males, and four unmated females had been taken.

One of the unmated bitches that had fled the pack with the Kennards had showed back up, sniffing around for food and scraps since she’d apparently decided that the Draga pack didn’t appeal…but she was carefully watched, since Gant didn’t trust her at all. Kenna tried to be kind to her, but Gant had warned her that Sheba was not trustworthy, and to stay completely away from the female.

It just seemed wrong to shun a pack member, especially one with no family. So Kenna had quietly seen to it that Sheba was allowed to eat with the pack, and had a bed to sleep in. And when she’d seen how few clothes the woman had, she had sent some of her own clothes to her anonymously. The woman was unfriendly and stand-offish to the max, but Kenna didn’t believe in being cruel.

As she tiptoed into the bathroom for a much-needed shower, she wondered if perhaps Sheba might be able to help them find the rogues. It was worth a try. Maybe she could gain the female’s confidence somehow. And her hard-headed mates certainly wouldn’t be able to bring the wolf out of her shell…even if they were willing.

Her soapy hands slid over her growing belly gently, and she smiled as she thought of the three tiny lives she harbored. Would they look like their fathers? That would certainly make it simpler to keep track of them. And she knew that each of her mates would be thrilled to death if their pup was clearly theirs.

She’d watched many families of wolf shifters over the time she’d lived in the compound, and the fathers doted on the pups, taking up many parenting duties to allow the females to regain strength after they threw their litters. She’d also noted that the pups remained wolves until they were about two, and could manage their first change.

She sighed as she wondered if she would have to remain in wolf form for two years to care for the pups. That would certainly suck. She hadn’t paid much attention to that part of family life in the pack. She wasn’t going to complain…but the aspect of having to be on four legs for so long didn’t exactly endear itself to her.

She would ask Helen what she should expect…

Chapter Ten

It was another week before Kenna had the chance to catch Sheba alone. The female slipped off into the forest during a cleanup of the common area that was normally shared by all the pack females and children. She didn’t want the others to overhear any conversation she had with Sheba, so she gave her a minutes’ head start before slipping away to follow.

But Sheba was nowhere to be seen. The she wolf had shifted and started to run. Kenna could tell by the deeper paw prints. Why would she shift and run? Damn! The bitch was up to no good.

She picked up her own pace, trying to catch up. It didn’t occur to her that they had passed well out of Dumont land until she topped a rise of earth, and found herself staring down a deep ravine that seemed to drop over a hundred feet before she caught the flash of water at the bottom.

She could see Sheba’s auburn pelt from a distance as the female darted into the tree line a few hundred yards from where she stood, but she hesitated to leave the deep cover she stood in to follow.

The she-wolf was headed toward that ravine, and fast enough to know where she was headed. It certainly wasn’t just some random jaunt. Kenna was pretty sure who was in the ravine, and she wasn’t about to follow the wolf into a dangerous situation. She backed quietly away and turned toward home, and stopped just before plowing into a massive body blocking her path.

Taking a couple of quick steps back, she felt hands on her upper arms as another male stopped her retreat, his body against her back. The scream of shock stuck in her throat as the male holding her bent and swiped his hot tongue over the side of her cheek.

The tall male in front of her grinned down at her and licked his lower lip. “Well, well…what have we here?” He inhaled deeply, and his eyes narrowed. “
And she’s carrying
…” His lip curved up at one corner as he took a slow step forward.

“Please let me go…I didn’t mean to trespass on anyone’s land. I was just following someone and didn’t realize I was out of Dumont territory.” She leaned away from the persistent tongue that investigated her ear and throat.

She kept her eyes down and her tone meek. She didn’t want him to think she was challenging him. Then a hand caught her chin, and her eyes were forced up. “Your manners are commendable. But I won’t attack a female carrying pups.”

Dark eyes probed her face, and the male holding her sniffed deeply at her hair. She could feel his arousal pressing into her ass.

She struggled to loosen his grip as she grated, “Please tell your man here to stop molesting me.”

“Blade is just checking you out. He won’t hurt you. It’s been a while since we’ve had a female around.”

Kenna felt a trickle of relief run through her. In spite of those alarming words, she suddenly felt safe…secure despite the way the wolf behind her was checking her out.

“What pack are you with?” Kenna managed to speak calmly in spite of her initial fright. Obviously they weren’t Draga’s males.
They hadn’t attacked.

The male inhaled deeply, and ran his large palm down the front of his jeans to adjust himself. “No pack. We’ve lived on our own for a long time, minding our own business. Until some prick took our female and left us high and very dry.”