Arielle and the Three Wolves (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Page 7

  He sighed. “I’ll give them a call tomorrow. I’m not ready just yet to give up our own little private world together. As soon as I call them they’ll be back.”

  She felt disappointment. She thought perhaps his brothers would take him away. She picked at her food and was quiet for a minute. She felt him stare at her across the table. By this time she had gotten used to it. It gave her a warm sensation when she knew he looked at her.

  “You know we have a lot to talk about, Arielle.”

  “I know we do. I don’t know where to begin.”

  “It seems to me like fate brought us together. I believe in fate,” he told her.

  “You’ve had a month to get to know me,” she said. “I told you some pretty intimate things when you were the wolf. In fact I had some heart-to-heart talks with the wolf that I probably couldn’t have had with a person. But I’ve only known you for a day, and I’m struggling to adjust and keep up.”

  “You’re going to have to learn how to trust me, Arielle.”

  “Yeah, well, that’s going to take some time. If you know anything about me, you must know by now that I’m not real good on trusting people.”

  “I’m not going to hurt you, Arielle,” he said. His tone had become serious. “And I won’t leave you.”

  She looked across the table to him and could almost believe him. She wanted to believe him so much it hurt inside. She knew she needed him in her life and wanted him to be a good man.

  “I think I better go and get your dessert,” she said, and wanted to change the subject to something more comfortable. “You’re already finished with your dinner.”

  He caught her as she walked past his chair and stopped her progress into the kitchen. “Dessert can wait,” he told her.

  She sat back down across from him and stared down at her hands in her lap. They trembled. He made her feel like a child when he treated her like this. But his self-confidence and forceful nature were a part of his personality that grew on her. He was dominant. Maybe that’s what she needed from a man. If she was with him, she knew that’s what she would get.

  He got up from his place at the head of the table and came to sit at her side. “You only have one bedroom in this house,” he said, and brought up her face so she would have to meet his gaze.

  “About that, Jason,” she started. She felt so small when he held her face like this. “Last night was different for me. But I don’t think it’s a good idea if we sleep together again.”

  “Because you don’t trust me?”

  “I’m afraid of getting hurt,” she told him honestly.

  “I’m not going to let you be afraid anymore, Arielle. That’s bullshit. You’re a beautiful and young woman. You need to start living your life again.”

  “You don’t know very much about my life.”

  “I know enough.” He took her hand and helped her up out of her chair. “Come with me,” he said, and his voice was filled with command. She could not say no to him.

  He led her into the bedroom. She trembled when he put his hands on her and drew her up to him for a kiss. She was past the point of argument. She was not sure this was the right thing to do at all. Yet it was about to happen.

  “I know what you need, Arielle,” he whispered to her. “I know how to take care of you. I’ll cherish you and I’ll worship you. Just give into the feelings you have. They’re normal feelings. What’s not normal is for you to live by yourself like this and shut out the rest of the world.”

  “I believe you,” she said, her voice barely audible. All of a sudden something had snapped inside her, and she knew she had to go with what she felt for him. She wasn’t about to fight him anymore. Maybe she did need to be dominated. “I’ll do whatever you tell me, Jason. I will submit to you. I want you to know I’ve never submitted to anyone before, not like this.”

  He pulled her down to the bed with him, and she was on top. His strength consumed her, and he had her body positioned over his with little effort. He thrust her over his knee. She was on her stomach with her butt in the air, and her face to the floor. They both still had their clothes on.

  “Jason, what are you doing?” she asked him. She didn’t know if she liked this or not.

  She heard the slap resound off her buttock almost before she felt the sensation. It stung. She let out a startled yell. “Jason, no, don’t,” she called back over her shoulder to him, but she laughed as she said it. This was a new experience. She had never been spanked before.

  He turned her back over to face him. “You’re about to learn what it’s like to spend the night with the big bad alpha wolf,” he told her. He reached to open the snap on her jeans. Next came the sound of her zipper as he loosened her pants. “Do you trust me?” he asked her.

  She realized she was completely vulnerable beneath him. “I’m going to try,” she answered. She helped him to push her jeans below her waist, down to her knees.

  In a blink he had her turned around, and she faced the carpet, once more bent over his knee. Now only her panties were left between the palm of his hand and her butt cheeks. He spanked her harder this time. The sensation burned, and she gritted her teeth. But she did not resist him. She had yielded to him, and now he dominated her entirely.

  She felt like a toy in his big arms as he brought her back around to face him. His fingers were inside the elastic of her panties. “Come on. You don’t need these,” he told her. His voice was serious.

  “Yes, sir,” she told him in mock seriousness. She helped him lower the panties to her knees with the jeans.

  He flipped her body around again. She was prone beneath him, and her bare buttocks were exposed to his palm. Already her cheeks burned. He started again. His open hand spanked her. She knew he only used a portion of his strength with her, but even that was enough to bring forth sensations she never knew existed. The first few minutes it hurt. She gritted her teeth. She tried not to yell back at him.

  To her amazement after more time had passed, she began to relish her position bent over his knee, the total vulnerability, the submission. She had never felt like this before. She held his leg and concentrated on her pussy muscles. After another moment passed, she had achieved an intense orgasm. Now she did cry out into the bedroom, but this time it was from pleasure.

  His hand stopped. She lay over his knee and caught her breath.

  He scooped her up in his big arms and turned her around on his lap. She looked up into his intense eyes. She didn’t need to say anything to him. This was the most intimate experience she’d ever had with another person. She had just allowed a man to spank her. No words were required between them.

  He helped her to sit up on the bed, and she realized her butt burned from the spanking. She raised her arms over her head, and he removed her shirt and bra in one sweep of his hands. She was naked, except she still had her shoes and socks on and her jeans and underwear were pooled at her ankles.

  He lifted off the bed. His big weight made the mattress shift. Without words, he began to undress in front of her. He was stiff in his movement because of his broken leg. She reached down to untie her shoes, and when they were off, she kicked out of her jeans and panties.

  Naked, she crawled onto the bed above the covers. She lay on her side and watched him take off his clothes. Every muscle in his body was sculpted and perfect. His cock was enormous. He was the largest man she had ever been with.

  He crawled into bed with her. It was a warm night outside. She had not turned the air conditioner on, so they would not need the covers all night. He took her into his arms, and she accepted his touch. She rested her head quietly against his chest and let him hold her. This felt so good she didn’t want him to ever stop.

  She wasn’t too sure what he wanted from her or how she should react. It had been so long since she’d had a lover that she was out of practice. It seemed like it was another lifetime ago the last time she’d been in bed with a man and given her body to him. Now everything seemed new. Their naked bodies pressed togeth
er, his arms around her back, the slight scent of sweat on his chest, the ache in her pussy from the orgasm that had just passed. It was all new. She marveled at each new sensation her body experienced. She no longer felt like herself.

  “I can’t take you as hard as I want to because of this damn leg,” he told her.

  She kissed his chest and let her body tingle as his hands ran down her back. Her butt still burned from where he had spanked her. “Just hold me, Jason,” she whispered to him.

  “Turn around, you’re missing it,” he said. Once more he moved her body like it was a toy in his powerful hands. He placed her on her other side, and she faced away from him, her back to him.

  “What?” she asked him. This whole thing seemed like a dream. She was afraid she would wake up soon and be alone again.

  “You told me you love to watch the sun set from this window at night. Well, we’ve got a nice one tonight.”

  He repositioned his arms around her. She held onto his arms and pressed them to her body. Before her, out her bedroom window, the Tetons were arrayed in a light show from the setting of the sun behind them. Shadows played with everything outside, and the foliage in the distance was turned purple. She had enjoyed this same view a hundred times in this same bed by herself. Now, to experience it with Jason made it new again, like the first time she had seen it.

  “It’s so beautiful,” she whispered to him, as the bedroom grew dark around them.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said, and kissed his way along her shoulder, along her neck, and tickled her ear lobe with his warm breath. She held onto him tighter.

  He removed his arms and lay on the bed on his back. She turned around to face him. The room was mostly dark. But what she could see told her the erection of his cock was angry and urgent.

  He lifted her up, and she hiked her leg over his body. To be on top of this magnificent man, to have mounted him, the sensation made her pussy weep. He clutched her naked buttocks in his big palms and forced her to move down his body. She had thought he wanted to take her. Her pussy was ready for him, but he had something else in mind for her.

  He prodded her up to her knees and she made her way down his huge body and stopped when her pussy was positioned over his face, her spread legs on either side of his head. She reached out and held onto the headboard of her bed. Her heart started to race because she knew what he wanted to do with her.

  His tongue flicked out, and the tip ran the length of her swollen pussy. Upon first contact she let out a strangled cry. Her voice did not even sound like her own. He held her thighs in his hands and began to eat her. Her distended clit was in his mouth. He sucked on her until she was forced to let out another cry. Her hips began to gyrate against his face. Her thighs clenched across his cheeks so tight she could feel the whiskers on his face. She couldn’t stand the pleasure. It was more than she had felt in the past, and he was insistent and wouldn’t let up. She knew he was too strong for her, and she would never get away from him. He had her trapped against his face, and all she could do was feel.

  In the past with her lovers she’d had strong orgasms and enjoyed sexual activity with them. But this time it felt like something broke loose inside her body. She had never felt out of control before. Up till now her orgasms had just been nice. This time she threw back her head and screamed so loud it left her throat hoarse afterward.

  She hardly felt it as he pulled her off his face and back down his body. He reached underneath her and positioned his cock at her entrance. The climax had been so intense that she barely felt his cock slide past her pussy lips and up inside her body. Only after he had gone many inches deep inside her did she get the impression of penetration. Then when he started to thrust between her legs, the sore muscles of her pussy did the impossible and started to respond again.

  He brought her down to him. She fell across his chest and cupped his face in her hands. She wanted to look into his eyes at the same time that he was inside her. He reciprocated and took a hold of her face. He kissed her. She opened her mouth for him and tasted him. Her own juices were on his tongue.

  She ground her pussy down on top of him and accepted his entire length. He thrust in her hard. He was ready, and she could feel him start to tense beneath her.

  “Yes, darling,” she told him just before she felt the warm liquid shoot up inside her womb.

  When it was over she stayed on top of him. He held her in his arms and kept her against his chest. His semihard cock was still inside her pussy. He kissed the top of her head and she kissed his chest.

  “You are making me crazy, Jason Wildback,” she said, and her voice betrayed the sexual exhaustion she felt.

  “Someone needed to make you crazy, Dr. Banks,” he said, and stroked her shoulder.

  He breathed hard, too. She was happy to see that she had gotten to him and satisfied him. It felt like a triumph. “I want to trust you,” she said to him in a hushed tone. “I want you to be good for me. I want you to be a good man. I want that more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”

  “I will be all of those things for you. Just don’t be afraid.”

  “I’ll try not to be,” she said, and released a tired laugh. “I’ll also try and do what you tell me to do. You’re real good at playing the part of the alpha. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have to be my alpha.”

  “I’m a shifter. It comes naturally to me.”

  “A lot of things seem to come naturally to you, darling.”

  “It’s going to be new for you, Arielle. You’ve never had a man to dominate you like you wanted before. It’ll take some getting used to.”

  “It will,” she admitted. “I broke up with Gary six months before I moved out here. It’s been two years since I’ve even had a relationship, and I’ve never been submissive before. No one ever spanked me before.” She smiled at the memory. Her butt felt cool now as the night air of the bedroom hit it. She snuggled against his chest closer. “I’ve never known a shape-shifter before.”

  He seemed to grow serious. She looked up the length of his chest at him. “We are different, you know,” he said.

  “Different in a good way.”

  “You may not think all of our ways are good.”

  “Why?” she asked. She was too exhausted to be worried about anything. She let out a yawn as she spoke.

  “You’re a vet so you know something about wolves?”

  “I know a little. Why?”

  “Wolfs are always a part of a pack.”

  “I know, and you’re the alpha of your pack, darling,” she said and kissed his chest as he held her tighter.

  “The pack comes first above the individual,” he said. As he stroked her hair, his voice grew husky. “If you are in a relationship with me, that means you’ll become a part of my pack.”

  She patted his chest and tried to reassure him. “That’s okay. I can accept that.”

  “Some of us run in large packs, five to ten members. I’m lucky that I only have my two brothers to look out for. The three of us are a pack of our own.”

  “I already figured that part out,” she told him. “The way they were so afraid for you when you were missing. I think they love you a lot.”

  He looked down at her. The room was dark, but she could still see the pupils of his eyes. “We share everything in a pack,” he told her.

  At first she only looked at him. She didn’t know what he meant. Surely he couldn’t mean what she thought he did. She swallowed hard and looked down at his body beneath her. She waited for him to continue and set her mind at rest.

  “Since I’m the leader, my brothers have been waiting on me to find us a mate. Now, I’m pretty good at meeting women, but until now I’ve never met anyone who wanted to take on the responsibility of my brothers.”

  Something made sense in what he said. That would explain why a handsome man like him was not in a relationship when she met him. It would explain a lot of things. “I’m not sure I really understand what you mean,” she told hi
m.

  “Yes, you do, Arielle,” he said. “You said you’d do what I told you to.”

  “You want to share me with your brothers?” she asked, and looked up at him, her eyes wide.

  He nodded. “If you’re with me, then I am going to share you with my brothers. You’ll be a part of the pack. Something as important as sex, especially for two young guys like Kyle and Luke, I can’t withhold from them. You can’t withhold from them.”

  “I can’t do that, Jason,” she said, her voice was urgent, and she was frightened. “I can be with you. I would love to be with you. I can accept you for whatever it is you are. But I can’t be with your brothers, too. I’m sorry. That wouldn’t work for me.”

  He gave her a kiss. She rolled off him but was still cuddled in his arms, her head on his chest. “Go to sleep,” he told her gently. “Tomorrow is Monday, and you have to go back to work.”

  She fell asleep in his arms. Everything seemed perfect for those few hours of sleep. She had never had a more peaceful sleep in her life. He held her all night long, their bodies above the covers, his head on her pillows and her head on his chest.

  Surely he hadn’t been serious about his brothers, she thought as she fell asleep in his arms.

  Chapter Seven

  The sun woke Arielle up the next morning. It poked its rays inside her window. She opened her eyes and blinked. She was still in Jason’s arms. He slept peacefully at her side. She had reached out and put her arms around him in the night. She held him to her and didn’t want to let him go. Oh, God, this just had to work out with him. She had waited for so long, and he was perfect. Last night before she fell asleep, he had mentioned something crazy to her. But that wouldn’t be a problem. She would just say no. Jason had to want her for himself and not to satisfy the lustful appetites of his younger brothers. He was a shifter, and he thought differently from her. She would have to learn to accept that.