Chosen by the Wolf (BBW Steamy Werewolf Shifter FMMMMM Menage Romance Novella) (5 page)

“What do you mean,
watching me?
” I wasn’t sure I believed all that he told me, but he knew things he shouldn’t, things that only someone who had been there would have known. And I knew for a fact that he wasn’t around, not as a
human
at any rate…

“I wasn’t physically there often. But I kept tabs on you through your parents. Your father, in particular.” He downed more of his cup.

“My
dad?
” I asked, bewildered. “You asked him about me?”

““Our families have been friends for a long time, Monica,” he told me. “I even met you almost two decades ago, when I was around your age, and you were but a small child. At that moment I knew you would grow into something radiant, and I was right. You’re absolutely beautiful.”

I struggled to keep a blush down, but it wasn’t happening.

“Of course…there are reasons that we were such close friends. He knew what I was, what my family was. Your family and mine have been close for a long time. And when I saw you, I felt it – the instant connection. Shifters feel it sometimes, feel a bond to another. I told him about it. Explained what I felt, and how long I was willing to wait. He thought it was a fantastic idea, but wanted you to grow up to make your own choices.”

I felt a strange attraction to this – to this man, this
shifter
who had been there all my life, in the shadows – had saved me, protected me. He had called me his
fated mate
, and it was true that I had been attracted to him since the moment he arrived at my doorstep again…

“And what if you’re right? What if I’m your ‘fated mate?’” I asked inquisitively, watching him with a sly grin on my face. “Where does that put us?”

“You would make me a very happy man,” Peter continued softly. “You have your mother’s beauty and charm, and your father’s striking good looks and intelligence. You would be the perfect bride for me, spending the rest of your days in this manor. You would be queen over my pack.”

“Your pack…” I murmured, thinking back to the group of wolves that I saw the night before.

“I could have resisted the call, waited for fate to swing a different way. But I chose you.” Peter told me. “I feel that I have perhaps inspired some conflicted feelings in you...it’s a trait the Blackwood men have always shared. Gifted with seduction. But should you succumb to me, I will give you the entire world, and you will join my arm and be privy to all my endeavors. And I will take you away from the broken remnants of your life, lift you from your current trajectory, and elevate you to a life of luxury you were never, ever going to have.”

I didn’t know what to say, and I told him as much.

“Come with me,” he told me, swallowing the rest of his coffee before placing the cup down. “It is time that I showed you.”

~

“Brothers, join me!” Peter commanded as we stood at the edge of the woods behind the manor. I gazed around, wondering if I was completely losing my mind, or if I was really standing next to an insanely rich man who could change into a wolf…and who led a pack of the same kinds of men.

There was a brief rustling before a group of four rugged men stepped into view. They were all incredibly attractive, handsome men in leather slacks and…nothing else. Their strong chests and broad shoulders left nothing to the imagination, and I was completely stunned by their incredible physiques.

“Monica, it is time for you to meet my pack. This is Talik, Vadim, Pazlo, and Oppan.”

Each of the shifters nodded in turn at me, a wide smile across each of their faces. Their names were exotic, but they were hot male specimens clearly of the panty-drenching variety.

“Men, you scared Monica last night, and I’d like you to all apologize directly for her…and then transform, so that she can see you for what you are.”

The men immediately and graciously did as they were told. It was flattering for them to all leap into a flurry of sincere apologies for disturbing me in the middle of the night.

After I’d sheepishly accepted, they lined up, smiling at one another. With their eyes all on me, they leapt forward towards me together, each one jumping as a man but landing as a
very large, very intelligent wolf.
They prowled around me in a circle, and I gazed at them with complete lack of belief.

“Oh my god,” I whispered. “It’s all true, every word of it…!”

“That’s right,” Peter told me. “Every word.”

“Then you think I’m your…
fated mate?
” I asked softly, feeling the blush return to my face. But there was something else, deep down…lust. I hadn’t forgotten how attracted I had been to him, or how sexily he’d tasted my fluids the day before.

And a part of me, deep down, suddenly had to have him.

“Of course,” Peter told me, drawing close. The wolves transformed back into men, standing behind their alpha male. “I’ve known since the moment I laid eyes on you, and I’ve waited for you to mature into a young woman…and here you are. The most incredibly beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

I could feel myself practically melting in front of him, my panties growing wet with need. “You need to finish what you started yesterday, then,” I told him sexily. “You were getting to such a good part…”

Peter pulled me into his embrace, his lips crashing into mine. I felt his tongue slide into my mouth, and I gratefully, hungrily needed more.

“There is a condition, however,” Peter told me sternly, pulling back slightly. “Something I was afraid to share with you…a rule.”

“A rule?” I asked, my face reddened with lust.

“Our kind…shifters…we do everything together,” he told me. “It’s my obligation as the alpha to share…at least the first time. If we mate, the pack will expect to break you in – all of us, at once.”

“
All
of you?” I wondered, gazing upon the other shifters. The four of them were watching with hungry smiles.
How was I ever going to handle them all?

“That’s how it must be, and why I stopped yesterday,” Peter told me. “I understand if you can’t…”

“Peter,” I whispered, leaning up on my toes and planting a kiss on his lips, “I’m yours. And if I must be theirs…well, just don’t let them tear me apart.”

“You mean it?” He asked, almost incredulously. “You’d fuck us all just to be with me?”

“I’m your fated mate, remember?” I reminded him slyly, plucking my sleeve down lightly and giving the group the sexiest smirk I could manage. Primal, raw sexual energy was coursing through my veins, and I was eager to see how deeply it flowed. “And if I’m gonna be the queen of this little pack…well, I’d better get to know everybody, right? What better way is there…?”

~

In that instant, Peter drew me close again, his warm lips pressing against the tenderness of my neck. I felt his hot breath against my ear, his teeth nipping lightly at the lobe. Of their own volition, my wrists found themselves grasping at each other around his shoulders. Within my light embrace, his lips found mine, pushing passionately and needfully against me. I could already sense the heat of his rising need against my leg, and the size of what I could feel was intimidating.

He lowered me to the ground, ripping my clothes to shreds from my body. Before I could express my fury as his blatant disregard for them, Peter’s lips were on mine again, his fingers rubbing along my exposed pussy. I mentally fought against his confidence, determined to make me work harder to get me aroused, but his fingers were those of an expert. As I felt him dexterously manipulated my outer lips, a calloused middle finger slid into my wet chasm. Gliding inside and working my inner folds, it was soon joined by the index, and both fingers curled upwards to work me from the inside.

I threw my head back as the shifter worked, his free hand grasping my breast and working the tiny peak of my perky nipple. Licking my lips as my chest began to slowly heave, I pushed upwards against his mouth as he dove for another passionate kiss. His tongue slid between my lips, pressing along mine; I parted my mouth and tilted it against his, eager for this dance between us.

After Peter had tasted of my lips to his satisfaction, he slid down between my thighs to try my
other
ones. His hot breath flowing across my slickened pussy, I felt him roll my legs over his shoulders as he settled in, kissing all along the area. Finally, he lowered his tongue to me, flicking inside and ripping a lengthy gasp from my throat. As my fingers clenched into his hair and I bucked my hips up against his face, I arched my back with pleasure.

I could feel something pressing against my lips. Opening my eyes, I spotted Talik kneeling beside me now, pushing the tip of his thick cock to my mouth. Enraptured by the sensations between my thighs, I parted my lips around the bulbous head, sliding the twitching shaft deep into my mouth. It was salty to the taste, already glistening with the lightest traces of his passion. The shifter’s fingers gripped onto my head as I bobbed on his cock, sucking down his thick gift.

Meanwhile, Peter pulled his lips further up, repositioning himself slightly as he began to tease the bead of my passion with the stiff tip of his tongue. At the same time, his fingers found their place back inside my pussy, working his saliva into the juices that flowed freely now. My spine twitched again, and I felt him work my body towards satisfaction.

The mounting sensation of a climax began to build deep within me. It was rising slowly, helped incrementally by the flicks of his tongue and the sliding of his fingers deep inside me, curled around to manipulate my inner button. My fingers pulled his hair tighter as I felt the warmth rush to my face. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer now – and as he responded to my urging by picking up the pace, I felt my limbs lock as the furious energy surged through my body. Moaning into the cock that filled my mouth, I felt the crushing pleasure of the orgasm strike me down, followed by another surprise one when the first had subsided.

Peter rose from between my legs after I relaxed, wiping his face clean of my juices. Meanwhile, Talik commanded my mouth now, grasping me by the scruff of my hair and forcing my lips further and harder down his generous cock. I threw myself into pleasing him, satisfying him with my mouth as much as I could.

I felt myself being pulled up from the ground, and soon I realized that Peter was pulling all his clothes free. I watched him expose inch after inch of tantalizingly sexy muscle until he lay onto his back, coercing me forward.  He was the most muscular of them all, and I practically felt my pussy slicken and quiver at the very sight of his rippling muscles, chiseled abs, and rock-hard erection.

As Talik plucked his cock from my mouth, I found myself positioned over Peter’s hips, coerced into a straddling position. His hand was clamping onto my hips now, his other one wrapped firmly around his cock. He held it in place as he guided me to settle down around it, stretching my walls as I slid downwards. I could barely fathom sitting directly against his hips, with my hands held down against his thick, rippling chest for support. His fist withdrew from his cock, meeting the other one to grasp my hips. With my eyes half open with lust and concentration, I held Peter’s confidant gaze as I descended down his shaft.

After a few false stops, the wolf shifter was finally hilted inside me. I rocked my hips slowly and deliberately, gradually adjusting to the feeling of his thick, rock-hard erection. The sly look to his eyes cooled down as he lost himself in a few opening groans, his jaw sexily dropping slowly with my motions.

Aroused further by his reactions, I picked the pace up a little, pushing my palms harder against his chest as I lifted my hips higher and dropped harder. His right hand drifted from my hips to my cheek, stroking my face and brushing my hair aside. I smiled softly at the gesture, giving as seductive a smile as I could as I pushed down harder, rolling my hips against his.

Peter closed his eyes and rested his head back against the ground, his hands back on my hips again. Clenching into my skin, I could feel the sharpness of his need as it dug into my flesh.

Having determined my comfort against him, I wasn’t surprised that Talik had stepped back into view. Holding my head in both hands, he thrust his cock between my lips again, parting them around his thickness. I spotted a droplet of his salty passion against the tip as he pushed it forward – I savored this bead, licking it free and sliding it along my tongue. Talik’s musk filled my nostrils as he grew rougher with my mouth, guiding me to accept more of his cock within me. I had to relax my throat to let him push it further inside. Struggling to repress every impulse to gag on his shifter shaft, I concentrated on accepting and encouraging the release of his passion.