Lush (3 page)

I saw Chase through the back sliding glass door, shirtless. The sight of his tanned muscular back had me becoming wet all over again and my arousal simmering higher. He stood in front of the grill on the deck, smoke billowing around him and wrapping around his massive form. My nipples became hard and I grew so soaked from the sight I had to clench my thighs together to keep the fluid from leaking down my bare legs. I forced myself to look away and noted that the table was set for three. Rolls, baked potatoes, a salad, and all of the fixings imaginable graced the table. My mouth watered and my stomach growled.

The sliding glass door opened and I looked at Chase, the front of his chest even more spectacular than his back. I was drawn to the sight, to the rippling muscles of his abdomen, the defined pectoral muscles, and that perfect V near his groin, leading to his glorious cock. He held a plate with three large steaks atop it, but the hungry look he gave me had nothing to do with the food around us.

“I was wondering when you’d get up.”

It wasn’t until I saw his eyes move down my body that I realised I probably looked like hell. I attempted to fix my hair when he turned his back, but my reflection in the glass door proved I had the “just fucked” look. I walked over and picked up a slice of watermelon and took a bite. The flesh was sweet and giving, and some of the juice slipped out of my mouth and down my chin. Before I could wipe it off, Chase was in front of me. I gasped, my eyes widening at the close proximity. His gaze was riveted to my chin where I could feel the juice continue its slow descent down my skin. Before I could react, Chase was running his tongue along my flesh.

“
Mmm
, you are so much sweeter than the watermelon juice.”

I stood there, shocked and aroused more than I cared to admit as the warmth of Chase’s mouth clashed with the chill of the juice. He kissed me then, the taste of fresh watermelon a hint on his otherwise potent flavour. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close so I felt the outline of his erection against my belly. He was like a mad man as he kissed me. His tongue speared in and out of me, an act that seemed a lot like fucking and drove me crazy.

He backed me up until I felt the wall at my back. His hands smoothed down and cupped my ass and kneaded the flesh. Before I could protest he lifted me and I was forced to wrap my legs around him. I gripped his shoulder and broke the kiss, panting as he pressed his jeans-clad cock against me. The shirt had fully ridden up and the chilled air teased my bare pussy. I shivered, not from the cold but from the mating heat that had roared to life.

“Where’s Xavier?” My question was breathy. I was surprised I could even think of that much to ask.

“Out.”

I didn’t ask Chase to elaborate, knew by how he was licking and kissing my neck he was just as far gone as I was. In one swift move he had my shirt off and his pants unzipped and around his ankles. We kissed again and his hand gripped a chunk of my hair and tilted my head to the side. I knew Chase was powerful and dominating, but I had always thought him the gentler of the two. His performance now changed my earlier views and thoughts.

It turned me on.

His mouth was back at my neck, a spot all
Luecross
males couldn’t resist. I felt the graze of his teeth along the tender flesh and begged to be filled. “Please, Chase.”

“Please what, Ophelia?” His tongue soothed the hurt his teeth caused. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear you beg for me.”

I know in the heat of the moment things are said, and this was one of those times. I knew Chase hadn’t been literal when he said he had been waiting so long to hear me beg. Never had he showed any sexual interest in me.

I would have said anything at this moment just to feel him inside of me. His dick rubbed up and down my slippery cleft and it took all of my willpower to hold still, to let him be the dominant one. My juices had since spilled out of me and covered the inside of my thighs.

“Please.” I whispered against his ear, pleading with him in what I hoped was my most sexually laced voice. He groaned and ran his tongue up the side of my neck. He bit down on the spot where my neck and shoulder met at the same time he impaled me. I cried out in relief. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the wall. He was long and thick, and when he started moving in and out of me, I felt my skin stretch around his shaft. Chase pumped hard and fast into me, shoving me up the wall until I started to feel a slow burn of pain travel up my spine. It inflamed me.

Although he had a firm grip on my neck with his teeth, he never pierced my flesh. There was that slight sting of pain, the pressure of knowing his teeth could easily draw blood that made me want him to fuck me harder. I buried my face in the hollow of his neck, smelling his masculine scent, trying in vain to hold off my inevitable orgasm.

He let go of my neck, the absence of that small discomfort a disappointment. “Ophelia, baby, you feel so good. I won’t last long.” He gripped my ass tight, his fingers digging into my skin and igniting my lust higher.

“I don’t want you to. Let go, Chase.” He spun me around so fast butterflies fluttered in my belly. He had me laid down on the table before I could even question him. He stayed buried inside me, his hips picking up a fast and frantic rhythm that had me teetering on the edge of orgasm. I gripped the edge of the table and moaned loudly. He placed my feet on the wood, and held my thighs open as far as they would go as his balls slapped against my skin. The sound of our wet flesh slapping together filled the room.

I squeezed my eyes shut and held my breath as pleasure washed through me. I cried out silently and felt my nipple being tugged. I opened my eyes and looked right into Xavier’s stormy expression. I hadn’t heard him enter, but there he was, standing right beside Chase, his pants pulled down and his cock in his palm. He pulled at his dick, the head already a flushed red hue as he tweaked my sensitive tissue. Chase pounded into me faster and I felt another orgasm wash through me.

“Oh God, it feels so good.” I looked between both of them, the very sight having moisture gushing out of me as my climax exploded. Just then, Chase stilled, his low groan telling me of his impending orgasm. His hot cum filled me in quick, powerful jets, his whole body tense above me as my body accepted his semen. It was a turn on, an aphrodisiac to feel his seed inside me, calming the heat within me.

I looked at Xavier, his face set hard as he pumped his fist over his erection quicker. He grunted right before his cum shot out of him and coated my belly and breasts. Stream after stream of the white liquid flew out of him, bathing my body. It made my skin tingle, feel alive. I couldn’t breathe for the longest time, not while Xavier’s semen was cooling my body and my pussy was convulsing around Chase’s cock.

We were all panting, no one saying anything. Slowly Chase removed himself from my body and helped me to stand. Our combined juices seeped out of my
cunt,
and Xavier’s cum dripped down my chest. I excused myself and went into the bathroom to get cleaned up. When I returned I noticed the two men standing in the corner speaking softly. I watched them a moment, not letting my presence be known. I wasn’t able to stay concealed long, though, not when there were two
Luecross
males in the same room. They both stopped talking and turned to stare at me. An uncomfortable silence filled the room and I cleared my throat to try and break up the awkwardness.

“I’m starving.” I blushed at my comment, knowing that the reason I was so famished was because I had been thoroughly fucked twice within hours of each other. I glanced at Chase and Xavier when they didn’t respond. Both of their expressions were guarded and still they didn’t speak. “Aren’t you
guys
hungry?” I looked at them and then at the spread of food. “Everything smells so good, Chase.” I heard them move and brought my eyes up. Whatever was happening didn’t feel good. They stopped in front of me. Chase moved a piece of hair off of my shoulder and Xavier trailed a finger down my arm.

“Listen, Ophelia, we have some things to take care of, but we will catch up with you later okay?” Xavier’s voice sounded different. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but he seemed more distant, hesitant. I looked at Chase who was watching me intently.

“We’ll talk to you later, baby.” Chase spoke softly, as if he knew Xavier’s apathetic attitude hurt me.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I didn’t know what had happened from the time I went to the bathroom to now, but something was definitely wrong. They both kissed me on a cheek and headed out. I didn’t bother watching them leave, just kept my attention on the layout of food, on the verge of tears. I had known I was going to end up getting hurt.

Chapter Four

I didn’t hear from Chase or Xavier the rest of the night and when I woke the following morning my arousal was so horrendous even breathing was agony. I knew I shouldn’t have expected more out of them, but it was hard not to have wishful thinking. I decided to go for a morning jog, thinking a little fresh air would help clear my head. It wasn’t until I stepped out of my cabin that I realised I had made a horrible mistake.

Several single
Luecross
males paced in front of my porch, their low growls and murmurs filling the otherwise serene morning. As soon as the door shut behind me, they all stopped and turned towards me. I could see each of them breathing rapidly, the powerful rise and fall of their chests letting me know my mating heat was affecting them strongly.

I was hesitant to leave my porch, but I knew I couldn’t stay in my house until this passed. I didn’t know how long this arousal would last, but I refused to be a prisoner to my basic urges. Once off the porch, all the males stepped back from me. I could see their eyes travelling along my
body,
could see and smell their lust for me.

“Ophelia.”
River, a younger male in the pack came up to me, his breath warm and wild as it brushed along my cheek.

I shivered, not from the chill in the air, but from how potent his desire for me was.

“You smell so good. I can take care of you, if you let me, baby.” He stared at me with eyes the colour of a stormy night.

“No, I can take care of you.” David pushed River out of the way and ran a finger down my arm. “I can make you feel like heaven,
sweetling
.”

I looked at David, his devilish dark looks drawing me in. Although my body screamed for satisfaction, there was something holding me back. It was as if Chase and Xavier had given me something no other male could compare with. More and more approached me, Ryder, Michael, even Graham, the shy and quiet member of the pack.

“I might not be the strongest, dear Ophelia, but I am certainly the gentlest.”

If I could have let myself succumb to their offers, Graham would have been high on my list. I shook my head and held my hand up. I backed towards the tree line, knowing I needed to run. The adrenaline and surge of emotions in my body were too much for me to handle. I heard them calling my name, but I didn’t stop, didn’t even look over my shoulder.

I ran for hours, letting my inner wolf out and relishing in the freedom. When I returned back to the camp there was a commotion in the common area. I could sense the strong emotions from each member of the pack, and knew that whatever I was about to find out would change everything.

I slowly walked towards the circle of pack members, the males eyeing me up and down, but not making any advances. “What’s going on?” I whispered to Lena, one of the youngest females in the pack. Murmurs surrounded me, but it was hard to decipher what everyone was saying.

“Two more members of the pack have found their mate.” Her voice was animated as she stood on her toes to try and see over the throng of people.

I mimicked her motions, trying to see who the two lucky wolves were. “Do you know who they are?” As soon as the words left my lips realisation dawned on me. I slowly turned towards her, but Lena had no idea of the horror that coursed through me. My heart slowly started to break.

“Chase and Xavier.”

I closed my eyes as pain assaulted me.
I could have broken down and cried right then.
I knew something had been off, knew that even though my fantasy had come true, my dream of being with them wouldn’t. Lena turned and looked at me with a furrowed brow.

“Is everything okay, Ophelia?” I nodded and forced a smile. “Isn’t it wonderful? I’m so jealous.”

I swallowed the thick lump that crawled up my throat. “So who is it?”

“No one knows. They announced the good news, but then took off.” Lena turned towards me with animated eyes and grabbed my hands. “I wonder if it’s a human or a
wolf?
I am so excited.”

Lena
was much too young to really understand the full impact of what this meant. When a
Luecross
found their mate, all others were secondary on their list of priorities, and all other females were nonexistent, which meant I needed to toughen up and move on. There would be no more daydreaming about Chase and Xavier, no more wondering if something more could happen between us. When a male finally realised who his mate was, nothing else mattered.

I didn’t stay and wait to hear the rest of the gossip, just turned towards my cabin with a heavy heart.

“Ophelia?”