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  “Yes. Oh God. Yes.”

  “Is it in you?”

  “It was.” She stared down at her dildo and the glistening creamy white come that coated it.

  “Push it back inside you, little bitch. I want to hear you ride it.”

  “Okay.” She sucked in her breath, adjusting the phone between her shoulder and ear and then used both hands to hold her toy and push it back inside her.

  Nik seemed to know exactly when she had it positioned. “Push hard, little bitch.”

  “Damn.” She held on to her dildo with both hands, wrapping her fingers around the hard end of it, and thrust the smooth, round tip deep into her wet heat.

  Muscles constricted and a pressure shot upward, leaping as high as her throat. Sophie swore she choked, struggling to breathe while white light exploded in front of her eyes.

  Did she howl as loud as she thought she did?

  Nik’s chuckle made her cheeks burn. She opened her eyes quickly, searching her dark, quiet room while the smells from her lust hung so heavily in the air she bet if she allowed the change a bit, she could cut through it with her claws.

  “In and out, sweet bitch. Come for me. I want to hear your orgasm over the phone.” Nik’s voice was gravelly.

  She pictured his fingers on his cock, stroking it while his face hardened from concentration. As she managed to regain control of her breathing and her grip on her toy, she began easing it in and out of her. Her eyes fluttered shut, opening and closing a few times before she managed to relax enough to keep them closed. Then she saw him in her mind, his intense blue eyes, his soft blond hair tousled around his well-chiseled expression. The aggressive, satisfied look on his face, which she pictured in her mind, made her even wetter.

  “I’m fucking myself,” she told him, whispering the words without thought. “I love how it feels.”

  “I would feel better.”

  “When, Nik?” She had no doubt he would feel a thousand times better. For one thing, her hands and forearms wouldn’t cramp while her pussy constricted. The effort she put into pushing the dildo inside her again and again distracted her and kept her from appeasing the pressure. “I want the pressure to go away,” she whined.

  “You are so fucking perfect.” There might have been amusement in his tone. She couldn’t tell.

  “Don’t tease me.” She pushed the dildo in her harder, determined to bring herself over the edge.

  There had been only a few times when she’d felt the crashing release that she craved to experience right now.

  “You’re teasing yourself, Sophie. Make yourself come. Do it for you—for me.”

  “I want to.” More than anything.

  “Then do it. Push hard and fast. Don’t stop until you explode.”

  She wouldn’t ask how he knew that was what it would take. She worked the toy in and out of her, spreading her legs and lifting her ass off her bed in order to make it go deeper. Her dildo, a toy she’d dared to buy on a trip into town with her littermates a few months ago, was too thick and long for her tight pussy. Never had she managed to get more than half of it inside her. And it wasn’t any different tonight.

  But she pushed, shoving it as deep as she could, feeling her inner thighs grow more and more wet while she hit the spot that held the pressure at bay. And when she hit it just the right amount of times, the dam that contained her orgasm broke, sending her over the edge.

  Again she worried that she cried out too loud. Her littermates would be at her door, convinced she had Nik in her bedroom. And God, she wished to hell and back that she did.

  “Oh Sophie,” Nik growled in her ear, sounding like he was right next to her. “You are so damned hot.”

  She rolled over onto her side, every inch of her quivering while the urge to cry and laugh hit her at the same time. She’d made herself come, but damn it if she didn’t want more. And not more of her dildo, but the real thing.

  “I can’t wait much longer,” she told Nik, resting on top of her phone while she muttered against it.

  “It won’t be much longer. I promise.” Nik cleared his throat and she wondered if he’d masturbated along with her. She hoped that he had, and that he’d come too. His voice was clearer when he spoke again. “Pull the dildo out of you. Put it in your mouth.”

  When she lifted the dildo and stared at it, white cream covered half of the flesh-colored plastic. She brought it to her mouth, putting her tongue against the tip of it and tasting the rich flavor of her come.

  “Do you like how it tastes?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she told him honestly.

  “Suck it into your mouth. Clean it off.”

  She did as he asked, giving her dildo head and closing her eyes as her tongue swirled around it.

  “Can you still feel how stretched your pussy is?”

  “Mmm…hmm,” she said, her mouth full of her toy.

  “And you’ve got it in your mouth now.”

  She slid it out, licking her lips. “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Imagine a dick in your mouth and in your pussy.”

  She froze, holding her toy above her, staring at it but not seeing it while his words hit her.

  “What?” she asked, even though she’d heard what he’d said the first time.

  “Think about two dicks, both deep inside you.”

  “Two?”

  “Yes.”

  Her pussy throbbed and her lips tingled from stretching them around her toy. Two dicks entering her at once—she’d never thought about it before.

  “What are you saying?” Slowly she put the toy down on her bed next to her and then moved to a sitting position. Crossing her legs, she stared down at the dampness coating her inner thighs. Her stomach twisted in knots while she imagined what he’d just suggested. Just thinking about it created a new pressure inside her.

  “Does the thought make you hot?”

  “Yes,” she confessed. “But it sounds a bit scary too.”

  “It wouldn’t be. One of them would be me.”

  She looked up, staring across her room at nothing in particular. Her mind envisioned all kinds of scenarios. The scenes popped into her mind quickly, changing and altering while she played with the idea. Usually when she masturbated, a peace settled over her afterward. But what he suggested, how casually he brought it up, like he’d already given it quite a bit of thought and just knew she would love the idea, turned her insides around until they twisted in a knot. She couldn’t even identify the smells of the emotions that rose off her.

  “Are you serious?” she asked.

  “Very. It is the only way you’ll take your new mates.”

  “My new mates.” She hadn’t thought about how it would happen. Apparently Nik had given it a lot of thought. “They will do me with you there too?”

  “That is the only way it will happen,” he growled, the finality of his statement unquestionable.

  “There will be two of them.”

  “Think you could handle three lunewulfs at once?”

  “Oh shit.” She crashed back against her pillows, pulling at her blankets when a chill suddenly hit her. She wrapped the edge of the blanket over her, cocooning herself inside it and snuggled deeply, suddenly wanting to know all of his thoughts about this. “If you were there, I could handle anything.”

  “I know you could.” Again the conviction in his tone made it sound so much simpler than she would have thought it otherwise.

  “Will this…” She hesitated. But she had to know. Nik had worked this out in his mind, but she needed to also. Her heart thudded in her chest as if what they discussed would happen any minute now. She fought for her breath so she could continue. “Will this happen soon?”

  “I think it would be a good idea.”

  She swallowed the lump that quickly swelled into her throat. It settled like a large knot in her gut. Nervousness flooded her insides and her palms suddenly were so damp, she switched hands on her phone and wiped the one hand on her blanket. Three males at once,
all of them fucking her, so much attention that she would definitely be more satisfied than she’d ever thought possible. And Nik there through all of it. He would oversee it. She had no doubts there. She let her mind wander, creating scenes in her mind and playing them out while the silence grew between them. Maybe Nik knew she needed these moments to see how it all might happen.

  “I want to be alone with you, first.” She had to have Nik, to know that he was her alpha, her male above and before any other male.

  “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Believe me, your other mates will know who you howl for. They already know you belong to me.”

  Already know? Had he talked to them?

  Chapter Eight

  Sophie rolled over in her bed when someone knocked on her door. She squinted at the sound of her name, shielding her eyes from the bright sunlight streaming through her bedroom windows.

  “Damn it. Sophie. Open the fucking door,” Elsa hissed from out in the hallway.

  Her youngest littermate would make more noise than fighting cubs if Sophie left her out there by herself much longer. Again Elsa took her fist to the wooden door, banging louder this time.

  Sophie leapt out of bed, not bothering with clothes, and quickly unlocked her door and then yanked it open. Elsa almost fell inside and Sophie grabbed her by the shoulder, shoving her toward the bed and then quickly shutting the door.

  “What the hell is your problem?” Sophie snapped, marching over to her dresser and yanking open one of the drawers. She found a sweatshirt and unfolded it then put it on before turning to glare at Elsa. “Did you mean to wake the dead?”

  “It’s two in the afternoon. You never sleep this late.” Elsa plopped down on the bed then quickly leaned to the side when she spotted Sophie’s cherished dildo stuffed between the crumpled blankets. “Wet dreams?”

  “Shut the fuck up.” Sophie adjusted her sweatshirt so that it fell to her thighs and then walked to the other side of the bed. She picked up her toy, memories of talking to Nik on the phone the night before suddenly flooding her thoughts. She carefully slipped the sex toy into its hiding place next to her nightstand. “Maybe if you masturbated once in a while, you wouldn’t smell like a dried up mutt.”

  “Insult my heritage and you insult your own,” Elsa said, lifting her chin while she stared at Sophie with bright blue eyes. She waved her hand over the bed, fanning a mixture of her emotions across the room. “I didn’t wake you up to fight.”

  The strongest smell hitting Sophie was sadness. Instantly her guard dropped. Elsa had always come to her more than to Gertrude when they were cubs. They were closer in age. And Sophie had always listened no matter how terribly Elsa whined about some injustice or another. She took a step toward Elsa, inhaling the fresh smell of soap and conditioner. Sophie probably smelled a bit riper, and she stopped before she got too close to Elsa.

  “What’s up?” she asked, softening her tone.

  “The list has been posted.”

  “Have you seen it?” Sophie’s stomach flip-flopped and her heart did a painful number in her chest. She turned toward her dresser to grab more clothes. She needed a shower. But then she turned back to stare at her littermate’s woeful expression. “Do you know who our mates are?”

  When Elsa shook her head, long blonde strands glided over her shoulder and covered half of her bright blue sweater. “Grandmother couldn’t be so kind as to give the three of us a copy. It was posted down at Howley’s and Gertrude drove into town to bring back a copy. Grandmother is locked in her office. All doors seem to be locked today.”

  Sophie smiled sheepishly at Elsa’s implication that she would lock out her youngest littermate. “How long ago did Gertrude leave?”

  “Thirty minutes, maybe.” Elsa gave her the once-over. “You should shower.”

  Less than half an hour later, Sophie walked back into her bedroom, towel drying her hair. Elsa had pulled the covers up on her bed and lay sprawled out on it, spread-eagle and staring at Sophie’s ceiling. Her sadness hung in the air and she had twisted her expression into a determined look. It was like she tried to figure out something on the ceiling.

  Sophie ignored her and walked over to her dresser to trade out her baggy sweatshirt for nicer clothes. Nik might show up today, and she would look good if he did. She decided on black jeans that hugged her but didn’t feel tight and a pale pink knit sweater with no bra. After pulling her hair out from under the collar, she surveyed herself in her full-length mirror.

  “You look fine,” Elsa muttered.

  “What’s wrong with you?”

  Elsa rolled over and propped herself up on her elbows, looking at Sophie like she’d grown an extra tail. “Doesn’t it bother you at all that you are being collared to three males? We have no say in this, and thirty days to have sex with all of them. That doesn’t strike you in the least bit as crazy? Insane?” She spoke the last two words louder, stressing each syllable.

  Sophie didn’t think it would help matters to tell Elsa that Nik had already talked to the other two males and that he’d made arrangements somehow so that things might go easier on her. If she didn’t have Nik, there would be no way she could go through with this new law.

  “It’s completely insane,” she said quietly.

  “Grandmother had to arrange it so that she was in control of us even when we were fucking,” Elsa muttered. “It makes me want to puke. I can’t handle this, Sophie.”

  Elsa’s irritation had a thick, sweet smell to it that almost turned Sophie’s stomach. She knelt on the floor at the foot of her bed and put her elbows on her mattress. Staring Elsa in the eye, she exhaled slowly. Already her stomach did flip-flops. Anything could happen today. Gertrude would bring the list, names would be on it and their future laid out—like a metal cage—binding them to males whether they liked it or not.

  She had to believe Nik would make it all right or she would be as crazy as Elsa was now.

  “Last night Nik made a good point.”

  Elsa rolled her eyes. “See. You have Nik. What if he isn’t one of your mates? Would he kill and challenge your other assigned mates just to have you? Will others do that if they are put with males they can’t stand? Don’t you see the chaos that will occur?” Her voice rose a pitch higher with each question.

  Sophie put her hand over Elsa’s. “He pointed out that Grandmother will probably only live a few more years. You know when she dies, whoever takes over the pack will abolish that law first thing.”

  “Big fucking deal,” Elsa snapped. “In the meantime we let lunewulfs fuck us that we don’t want? Or even like? I won’t do it.”

  Sophie sighed. “You can’t tell me there’s no one in the pack that you wouldn’t mind running with. What about Johann?”

  “Johann is fucking Simone.”

  “Simone rolls over for everyone.”

  “Yeah. I’m sure she won’t mind whoever she gets. And she doesn’t have to be faithful to them.” Elsa collapsed her arms and dropped her chin on to her hands, closing her eyes. “Johann is a nice enough lunewulf, but he isn’t for me. I want someone who would stand up to this bullshit, someone with balls. I don’t see any male in the pack who would do that. There isn’t anyone here for me.”

  Sophie heard the loneliness in Elsa’s words and her heart broke for her little littermate. Elsa had no one. Sophie rested her head next to Elsa’s. “I wish I could make this easier for you.”

  “I know,” Elsa muttered. “You would think Grandmother would want us happy.”

  Sophie snorted, a very undignified sound. “Grandmother doesn’t know what happiness is. That’s her problem and it has been for years. She doesn’t base any of her decisions on what is best for anyone, just what is best for the pack as a whole.”

  “Breeding us with different males isn’t going to strengthen this pack. All it will do is tear us apart. She’s insane not to see that. What works on paper doesn’t work when you add in emotions, jealousy, ownership, love. She didn’t consider any of those factors, and
they are all strong feelings that flow in our blood.”

  Elsa was right. And in the end their pack would fall. Something told her that Nik, and maybe a few others, worked some kind of plan to sidestep the brutality of the new pack law. Sophie would have her say in all of it before it was said and done. She wouldn’t live with three males. That much she knew right now. Nik might have construed a plan, but when they were alone, she would make sure her feelings on how things would happen would be heard.

  “Sophie?” Elsa whispered.

  “Yeah?” Sophie pulled herself out of her personal thoughts and raised her head, meeting Elsa’s gaze.

  The determined look on her littermate’s face brought her pause. “What is it?” she asked.

  “I think I might run,” Elsa told her.

  “Run?” Sophie shook her head slowly. “What do you mean?”

  “Leave the pack. Disappear. Get the hell out of here.”

  “But you can’t.”

  “Sure I can.” Elsa pushed herself up until she was on all fours. Then she moved to a sitting position and stared at Sophie. “And if you tell a soul, I’ll never speak to you or see you again.”

  “Don’t turn into a drama queen,” Sophie snapped but then softened her tone. “If you never wanted to see me again, you wouldn’t be talking to me about this now.”

  Elsa’s expression turned hard. She wasn’t the gullible cub she’d once been, and possibly she was here for advice, or to be talked out of it. “Let’s say you do this thing,” Sophie said. She ignored Elsa’s glare as her sister sat cross-legged on the middle of the bed and followed Sophie with her bright blue eyes. “You decide you’re leaving the pack. Obviously you wouldn’t be leaving with anyone’s blessing and you don’t own your own car, so you run in your fur in the middle of the night. That goes without saying that you’ll have one change of clothing and some cash. Maybe you can get a motel room. Maybe you can access your bank account before Grandmother puts a freeze on it. Where would you go? What would you do?”

  Elsa slid to the edge of the bed, excitement making her eyes sparkle and her scent turn fresh and sweet. “I would go to America, find a pack who knows nothing about this pack, nothing about lunewulfs.”