Their Alpha Bitch (4 page)

He felt her lips and her tongue on his fevered flesh, then winced and came with a massive cry again as her sweet little fangs punctured his flesh to taste his blood. His orgasm continued as he felt his balls try very hard to give her more of his seed. The deep, aching pleasure of her cunt sucking his cock left him panting and snarling against her silken skin, frantically trying not to tear his fangs from her flesh as he jerked spasmodically inside her.

Whatever was happening to her, it was mind blowing! The climax that rode her hard as Mace pounded into her was enough to stop her heart completely, especially when his mouth closed over her shoulder and the pleasure-pain of his bite turned to liquid fire that shot through every cell in her body, catapulting her into yet another, even more amazing orgasm. But when he touched her jaw, pressed her face against his own shoulder, and invited her to bite back, it totally blew her away. Her gums ached…her thoughts swirled…and when she bit down on his hard, smooth muscle, she nearly fainted as she felt her…
fangs?
…pierce his skin, and tasted the burst of hot blood on her tongue.

W.T.F?

But instead of being repulsed by the idea of having a mouthful of Mace’s blood, she eagerly drank it down, and even sucked for another lush taste.

God! Am I
turning into a vampire?

Her head whirled, her pussy clamped around Mace’s thick cock in still another massive orgasm, and he actually
howled
! Then things happened so fast, she couldn’t keep track as Gant took her hand in his, and gently bit into her wrist, sinking his fangs into the fine veins there to sip a taste of her blood, while Dune did the same on the other wrist as she let go of Mace’s shoulders and screamed out in mindless orgasmic delight, arching hard as she reached blindly for Gant’s hand and dragged his arm to her mouth and bit down in euphoric bliss. His hot blood zinged into her mouth, then she was sucking hard and long. Gant groaned as if the act brought him deep, sexual pleasure. Dune whispered hot words in her ear, and she turned her head to find the sweat-slicked skin of his chest, and bit into him, as well. His own howl rent the air.

“It’s done…” Gant’s rough voice panted. Dune rolled away onto his back, his chest trickling blood. Mace rolled over with her and adjusted her to lie on top of his trembling body, his cock still buried solidly inside her cunt. In a stupor of sated ecstasy, Kenna closed her eyes and listened to the erratic pounding of his heart beneath her cheek.

When she managed to screw her brain back into her head, she gasped breathlessly, “Um…what just happened, guys? Did you make me into a vampire?”

Mace chuckled, and the sound tickled her ear as she stroked his hard sides. “No…you won’t be craving our blood again, sweetness. It was the mating bond. A blood exchange with your mates. You are ours completely, just as we are yours forever.”

Her eyes snapped open, and she fought to sit erect astride the delicious body beneath her. She could still feel him buried hot and deep in her cunt, his cock head caressing her womb. She reached up to check her teeth, but found only the normal, flat surfaces she knew so well.

“Blood exchange? Mating bond?” Confusion took her, until she felt that long thick shaft begin to throb inside her. “God almighty, Mace, do you ever get soft like normal men do?” Her senses were awash with the heady pleasure of being impaled on the largest, most delicious cock she’d ever seen or felt. Even Gant had not made her feel so stretched and full. And Dune lay fondling his own semi-solid cock, his slumberous eyes on the place where Mace was still buried deep in her pussy.

A soul deep shiver ran through her as Gant’s lean fingers reached between Mace’s thick cock and her body to caress and rub her clit. “The first time with our mate often lasts hours and hours, sweet thing. We will keep you climaxing all day. Once our mating frenzy is completely sated, you may pick and choose one of us…or all of us… when the need arises, and we will see to your needs with great pleasure. I believe that Dune is eager to sample your cunt, my love.”

She turned to stare at the youngest sibling, who had returned from the bathroom with a warm wash cloth that he wrapped around his shaft and thoroughly cleaned his still hard cock and those big, tight balls in preparation for his turn. Mace placed his hands on her waist and gently lifted her up as his own semi-solid cock slurped juicily out of her clutching pussy, and Dune slid close to her on the bed, reaching to clasp her gently and lift her over his body.

“I don’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe that I am still horny after everything we’ve done in this bed. I have to be dreaming!” She stared down into Dune’s fevered eyes and watched as he grabbed his massive cock, fitted the broad head to her swollen, wet pussy and slowly lifted his hips to impale her. The feel of hands on her…mouths on her breasts…the slow thrusts of Dune’s long shaft filling her with every deep, groaning flex of his body drove her higher and made her ache with the need to come yet again, but it was only when Mace’s long fingers slid between her pussy lips and Dune’s body to gently massage her aching clit that she jerked and froze, and screamed so long and loud that her throat lost the ability to continue the shriek.

Dune slammed his cock upward to bury it in her hot cunt, his own roar adding to the sound of sexual frenzy in the room as Kenna squeezed him so tight, the pressure forced compliance, and he filled her with his seed.

She lost the ability to remain upright, and as she sagged sideways, her three mates caught her and carried her to the bath that Gant had prepared earlier. She reclined in blissfully warm scented water while three pair of calloused hands gently caressed and massaged her. Opening her eyes, she gazed in mute lethargy at three of the most amazingly beautiful males she had ever seen…
and they were all hers.

Mace and Gant had promised her that they would give her unbelievable sexual pleasure for the entire day, and now she was a believer. How could she doubt them when she had been kept in a continuous state of arousal from the combined efforts of the three delicious wolves? With gentle mouths, tongues, fingers, and magnificent cocks, they had given her hours and hours of amazing, mind-numbing pleasure. Her pussy and nipples were undoubtedly swollen and rosy from the continual possessive suckling, fucking, and fingering. They had fucked her senseless more times than she could possibly count. Gant had taken her ass, then Mace had filled her with his massive shaft while Dune had licked, sucked, and tongued her clit and cunt until she was mindlessly taking every deep, nearly painful thrust of Mace’s huge cock in that once virginal hole, and orgasms racked her body with every taking.

Dawn was breaking through the curtains surrounding the huge bed when Mace slid from her tender, throbbing ass, and pulled her back against his sweating chest, his lips on the back of her damp nape.

“No more…please…you are killing me…” she begged as Dune fingered her well-fucked pussy, and toyed with her clit. She reached down and pushed his hands away, closing her thighs weakly and rolling into a defensive ball of sated, aching female.

Gant bent to press a gentle kiss to her mouth, while Mace pulled her slowly back into the curve of his hot body, wrapping her in his arms as he licked and kissed her shoulder. Dune pressed one final kiss to her swollen, hot pussy before he rolled away and stretched out on the bottom edge of the bed. The brothers gazed at each other as they fought the drag of much needed sleep.

“Do you think she is pregnant?” Dune murmured sleepily.

“If she isn’t it wasn’t for lack of trying, little brother,” Gant’s gruff chuckle echoed off the ceiling as he slumped onto his side next to Mace, whose protective embrace cradled the woman who had given them all more deep pleasure than they deserved. They had kept her on her belly, her back, and had filled her with their combined seed all night long. The mating had been magikal…Kenna had been so generous and responsive. Surely one of them had given their sweet, delicious mate a life spark…their pack’s future depended upon it.

Chapter Four

Kenna awoke slowly, her entire body seeming like one huge ache from head to toes. It was dark in the room. And as she became more aware of her surroundings, she realized several things almost at once. This was not her room. Her aunt Maggie had died. And she was definitely not alone in the big, soft bed. A solid male body curled around her back.

The sudden sense of panic calmed as lips caressed the side of her cheek, and Mace’s deep voice murmured, “Sleep, little one. You need rest.”

The lean arm that was her pillow adjusted gently, and he whispered, “Would you prefer your pillow, sweet thing?”

She inhaled deeply, taking in the rich scent of woodsy male. “Nope…this is fine…” she yawned, as she rolled over and threw one leg over his thick thigh, burrowing her head into the solid pectoral muscle, her hand splayed out over his mouthwatering six pack.

Her head rested just under his chin, and the sudden exhalation above her made her smile as she made herself comfy. She had wanted to do this to Mace for as far back as she could remember. But he had always seemed so stand-offish.
Hmm…paybacks were truly a bitch.

As she cuddled into the big male, another long, solid body came up against her back, and a hard arm slid around her waist, tugging her gently back into Gant’s chest. Mace mumbled sleepily, and Gant pressed his nose into the back of her neck, releasing a long, happy sigh.

Another deep voice grumbled somewhere toward the bottom of the huge bed, and a lean hand slipped slowly up her ankle to her thigh. “My turn in the morning…enjoy her while you can, bed-hogs…”

She wiggled her foot and felt Dune’s warm lips against her toes. His raspy tongue flicked over the top of her ankle, and she gasped. He kissed her arch and seemed to roll over, and then there was silence. It took her some time to manage to fall back to sleep…

Awakening once more to a streak of sunlight slipping through the curtains of the room, Kenna found herself wrapped in Dune’s warm, hard arms. The others were gone from the bed. She shifted and stretched, and felt Dune slowly drawing her back against his big, hot body. “Mm…good morning, sweet thing. You get any sleep at all last night?”

“I guess so. I can’t remember a thing after we all sort of played roll over last night. Um…I really need to go to the girl’s room, Dune.” She felt his arms loosen as he made a rough sound deep in his throat, and she took swift advantage as she rolled up and realized she was butt naked. Grabbing a cover that had been thrown aside sometime during the night, she flung it around her shoulders and fled to the bathroom.

She searched for a lock on the door, but there was none. She heaved a sigh and hurriedly used the facilities, before wrapping up in the cover again and searching the cabinets for a new toothbrush. Her bags were probably still in the entry hall where she’d dropped them to run up to Aunt Maggie’s room last night. She really needed a hot shower, but had no clean things to put on.

As she thought of that, the bathroom door opened, and Mace set her overnight case on the floor just inside. His green eyes slid over the haphazardly tied cover she’d used as a sarong, and she felt hot color suffuse her cheeks.

“You guys really need to start knocking. You might believe you are my mates, but I’m used to some sort of privacy. Got that?” Her voice was pretty calm, considering how her insides had just done a whirling jig at the sight of that man.

He drew a deep breath through his flared nostrils, but he nodded and said softly, “Breakfast is almost ready. We all need to talk.”

He pulled back, closing the door as he left, and Kenna turned back to stare into the mirror over the double sinks. Her hair was a fright. Her mouth was red and swollen. Her mascara had run, leaving black trails and tear tracks down her face. She groaned and dragged her case onto the countertop, sorted out undies, and a clean T-shirt and sweat pants, and then grabbed her small cosmetic bag. She yawned capaciously as she headed for the shower.

She scrubbed her face pinky-clean, brushed her damp curls until they crackled, and put on her clothes quickly. Yep. Like Mace said, they really needed to talk. Maybe
they
believed that having a sexual meltdown caused by the trauma of losing someone dear to them somehow made her their mate…notwithstanding the very weird and completely erotic
biting
that went on after the sex was over…but this was the twenty-first century. She had a life. A job. And she was no way going to stay here for another twenty years.

When she emerged from the bathroom, the bed was made up with clean linens, and her clothing was all unpacked and hung away in the huge triple closet. It looked like all of Aunt Maggie’s things had been removed, so the pitiful number of things she had brought for her short stay seemed to be dwarfed in the large space. Trying not to feel like she was being absorbed by three possessive, delicious males, she pulled her hair back into a scrunchy and headed down the stairs toward the delicious scent of bacon, eggs, toast and coffee.

Deep voices stopped talking as she made her way into the kitchen, and three completely hot, sexy males turned and rose from their chairs beside the breakfast table. She couldn’t help the clenching in her pussy as they all moved at once to pull out a chair for her, place a filled plate in front of her, and pour a steaming cup of fragrant brew into a tall stoneware mug beside her plate.

Then they all settled back into their chairs, and Mace said softly, “We should eat. There’s plenty of time to talk.”

She lifted her brows, glancing at Gant, then back at Mace. There was a pretty strict hierarchy in each unit within the pack, and Mace was speaking as if he had the right to speak first, and for all the men. Usually Gant would have that right, being the eldest of the three siblings. She met Gant’s dark eyes, but saw no anger there. Odd. Something was going on, and it was unusual, but she had no intention of being around long enough to find out.