Wolf Pack Mates 3: Dominating Their Mate

Malachi Phelan has wanted Ginnie Thomas for a long time. Zircon Lovell wants her, too. They agree to share her, if she’ll have them. Now that’s she’s moved into the old schoolhouse with Taige and Eve, they can show her how much she means to them both. But she doesn’t know they’re werewolves and they can’t tell her, which makes pursuing her difficult.

They have a wonderful day out together, and are just getting to know her with a nice game of doctor, nurse, and patient, when half a dozen wolves break into the house to attack them all. Titan Raul is determined to prevent wolves associating with humans. He challenges Jasper to a fight to the death to rule the pack. Will this be the end of not just their romance, but of any hope for wolves and humans to mix?

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ADULT EXCERPT

“Now suck Malachi. Taste yourself and his flavors mingled together,” ordered Zircon.

Unlike many women, Ginnie knew exactly what she tasted like. She’d sucked her own cream off her fingers one day, wondering why men did it, and found herself to be quite a bland almost boring taste, not at all the image she’d have preferred herself to present. But to taste herself on Malachi mixed with Malachi’s cum was something quite different. Something she’d never even considered doing before.

Nonetheless she obeyed her Dom, licking the head of Malachi’s cock, and digging the tip of her tongue into his slit to taste him first. Malachi’s cock was longer and narrower than Zircon’s and his taste was totally different. He was spicy, a sharp contrast to her bland cream mixed with his seed.

This time Ginnie flicked her tongue up under the ridge where his shaft and cock joined, teasing that sensitive area, before sucking him deep and tasting him again. Malachi groaned, grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth in earnest.

“Stop!” ordered Zircon.

“Damn. I was enjoying that,” complained Ginnie.

“If this wasn’t our first time together, for that comment you would have three stripes with my cane, later. You were told to taste, no more, no less. You must learn to obey me. Now we’ll shower.”

Ginnie grinned. “Three stripes, huh? I could deal with that. It’d definitely be worth it.”

“In that case, the punishment stands.”

Ginnie followed Zircon down the hallway to the bathroom, and Malachi brought up the rear. Zircon turned the hot water on in a regular shower over a tub. The bathroom was a remnant from an earlier era with a pedestal sink, a small mirror-fronted closet on the wall, and a toilet in the corner.

The men stood on either side of Ginnie under the shower, Malachi washing her front and Zircon her back. Ginnie squealed when Zircon bit her ass, but it was a good squeal, of thrill rather than of pain, although she suspected she’d have some bruises from all the bites he’d been placing on her skin. She didn’t mind. Rough play was fine by her and bruises were just a sign she’d been loved thoroughly.

Malachi played with her bellybutton piercing for a long time, so she wondered if he’d never seen one before. The beaded butterfly pin she was wearing there had been made by Taige, who’d also made her several more simple barbell decorations she often wore.

“Now you can wash Malachi,” said Zircon.

Ginnie flashed him a glance and decided to push a little farther. She took the soap and rubbed across Malachi’s chest. Then she moved to his thighs and washed them. She nudged him to turn around and washed his back, teasing over his ass just a little bit. When she turned him around again she kneeled in the tub and sucked his cock deep into her mouth, tipping her head well back so he could slide down the back of her throat. Then, pinning her best innocent look on her face, she stood up and asked, “Should I wash you now, Zircon?”

Zircon nodded and she pushed at him to turn around and give her his back. This time she spent a long time massaging his shoulders before moving her hands down to his spine and ass. Then she slipped a finger in his dark hole and twisted it, searching for his prostate gland.

“Tease. Is that what you want? Hold her steady.”

Malachi gripped her arms and Zircon took the soap, shoved her legs wide apart and began massaging her anus. Faster than she would have believed he’d stretched her open, and wider still, then he drove his cock into her ass, burning her tissues all the way in. When he’d driven into her to the hilt, he paused, letting her screaming nerve endings settle, before gently pulling out of her and pushing in again. The second time it didn’t hurt, as her tissues adjusted to accept him, and by the third time she was begging for more.

The men must have exchanged glances over her head, because Malachi kneeled and began sucking her clit and licking her slit. “Now it’s my turn to suck you,” he said hoarsely.

Ginnie looked down at him and noticed how huge his cock was. She promised herself she’d suck him off after she came. She couldn’t think about anything right now. Zircon was slamming into her ass, his fingers digging so deeply into her hips she knew she’d have bruises there, too. But she didn’t care. She just wanted to come. It’d been so long since anyone had fucked her ass, she’d almost forgotten how incredibly arousing it was. And that was doubly so with a second man sucking her clit.

She took one hand off Malachi’s shoulder where she was balancing herself against the driving force of Zircon’s fucking, and rubbed her own nipple. Zircon slapped her hand away and took hold of her nipple, pinching it hard. The jolt of pleasure-pain sent a shard of delight all the way to her cunt.

“Again,” she whispered.

Zircon rested his large hand on her breast, stroking the skin, teasing the underside, and rolling, twisting, and pinching her nipple. All the while he pounded up into her ass, until her cream poured out of her pussy and her legs wobbled with the need to come. She was close. So very close. Malachi kissed, nibbled, and licked along her pussy lips, and inside her cunt, sucking on her clit and tongue fucking her pussy. Everything he did just drove her higher and higher until her brain was about to explode with need.

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A Mate to Share. Wolf Pack Mates 2: Eve's story

Werewolf shape-shifters Morgan Hemming and Jett Kenyon want Eve Lang, but she won’t agree to anything formal until she finds out what secrets are being hidden from her.

The craft market run by best friends Taige York, Ginnie Thomas, and Eve in the old schoolhouse is an enormous amount of work, but is going really well, and Eve’s sold some wall hangings. But the men are struggling to balance pack safety against their love for, and determination to have, Eve.

Within the pack are wolves concerned mating with humans will result in the death of their species, led by Sard Varg. But others say it’s the only way the pack will survive. Either way, Morgan and Jett set to work to convince Eve that they love her and will care for her forever – in and out of the dungeon.


STORY EXCERPT



So, he hadn’t planned to shop for picnic tables, but it was better than shopping for shoes. Picnic tables said outdoors, and outdoors was a man’s world. He just hoped he didn’t get asked any questions he couldn’t answer. Although he was pretty sure Eve would have done her homework and he could leave her to answer questions, and just contribute his muscles and physical presence to the shopping expedition.

The internet must have offered a store map as well, because Eve unerringly worked her way through the enormous precinct past all sorts of things he’d never even heard of, far less knew how to use, to the garden section where the picnic tables sat. Quite a few of them were set up and Eve pointed to the one she liked. He and Jett stuck their heads under the table noting where the bolts fit. “We should be able to assemble them quite easily. It’s only a couple bolts to attach the base to the actual table, and the legs to the bench,” he said, hoping he was right.

There was a pile of boxes containing the picnic tables sitting beside the shelves, so Morgan went off to get a flat trolley to load everything on. He easily followed the signs to where the trolleys were parked and a few minutes later he made his way back to them with two trolleys. “It doesn’t look big enough to hold all six,” he explained.

Together they loaded three tables and six benches on each trolley. “We’ve just about cleaned them out,” he said nodding at the shelf where just two more sets leaned against the shelving.

“Yes. I thought about getting the last two, but I really think six will be enough. We need to make sure there’s plenty of space for the concession trucks to set up their place to sell from, as well as parking spots for the clients. Too many picnic tables and we’d be running out of room,” Eve said.

Trying to steer the trolley was a bit like trying to steer a brick, so their walk back to the exit was a lot slower than their entry. Once Eve had paid for the picnic tables and they’d loaded them all into the truck, not needing the blankets after all because they were all in boxes, Jett said, “Why don’t we have a cup of coffee together while we’re here.”

“Actually I haven’t had lunch yet. Let’s eat. Or have you already eaten?”

“No, I haven’t had lunch,” Morgan replied honestly. Actually he’d eaten a very large late breakfast, but hey, he was a man and a wolf, and could always manage another meal. Besides, that was the best part of three hours ago now.

“I’m hungry, too,” said Jett. Morgan guessed he was sidestepping the question as well. But still, if she was agreeing to spend more time with them there was no way they’d say no. First, they needed to get her used to them, to accept them as they were. Once they were certain of her feelings they’d explain a little more about their community. Like, for example, that they weren’t human.

Morgan was sure Jasper would have told Taige not to break silence on this issue. So he was quite sure he wasn’t in any way lying to Eve. It was going to be damn difficult though, to be honest and truthful and build confidence with her, without discussing their heritage. But Jasper and Cornelian had evidently managed to do it, so he and Jett would as well.

Morgan turned in a semi-circle looking around the parking lot. As far as he could see it was either junk-food take-out or a health-food bar. He had a sinking feeling he’d be eating healthy. How terrible could it be? He’d be with Eve which would have to make up for the trauma of eating raw organic vegetables whose names he didn’t know and which likely tasted disgusting. Taking a deep breath he said, “Do you want to go to Healthy Habits?”

She stared at him with piercing silver-gray eyes. “I felt sure you’d rather have a steak sandwich.”

Jett took her arm, turning her away from Morgan. “I’m multitalented. I eat anything. Come on, Morgan, let’s go.”

Morgan stepped up beside them and they walked through the parking lot over to the health-food restaurant. He opened the door for her, and followed Jett in. Eve was already standing at the counter, looking at all the containers of freshly chopped vegetables. They certainly did smell nice, and he could recognize a surprising number of them. The server offered a choice of breads, then made a sandwich as the customer pointed out to what they wanted on it. It was exactly like any other salad bar he’d ever been to, but with some new-to-him ingredients. Fortunately Eve asked some questions about various items, which incidentally let him know what they were, so when it came time to get his sandwich he was able to choose items he knew he liked.

The same pattern was followed when it came time to choose a drink. Eve pointed to the fruits she wanted, they were placed in a blender, and she was handed a big glass of fresh fruit juice. Morgan chose orange, watermelon, and pineapple, and was surprised at how refreshing a drink it made.

But the best part was simply sitting and watching Eve’s face as she talked. He let Jett ask most of the questions, happy to watch her silver eyes sparkle, and her pale cheeks glow with pleasure as the conversation ranged widely across a huge number of topics. Morgan was almost sad when it was time to drive back to the schoolhouse. While Jett drove the big truck he needed to come up with the perfect reason why she should go on a date with them, and where they could go.

The closer they got to the schoolhouse the more stressed he became, unable to think of a single good idea. Finally, as they turned into the access road he blurted out, “So, Eve, how do you feel about BDSM sex?”

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