TheWolfInside (3 page)

But it was
an animal.

A wolf!

Why did she
like it?

“Get away,”
she said though chattering teeth.

The white wolf’s
tongue encircled her nipple, and Sibyl gasped. What was it doing? And why did
she say anything to them? Wolves couldn’t speak! But wolves usually didn’t drag
people inside a house either.

She glanced
around. The red robe was pooled onto the floor around her, and grabbed for it,
but the white wolf snapped at her fingers.

Sibyl’s
heart thundered in her chest, and she kicked at the reddish wolf with all her
might and turned onto her stomach. She had to get away. Call for help. If she
could get to her cell phone. . . .

A strong
furry body mounted her from behind. Teeth sunk into her neck, and she froze in
place – whimpering. These animals were going to kill her, just like that.
What could she do to get away?

Then a
stiffness moved against her round ass. A hot throbbing cock brushed her bare
flesh. What kind of wolves were these? The head nudged toward her entrance,
slick with juices, and she squeezed her thighs shut. Wolves didn’t do that
human women, did they?

As the thick
head pressed into her pussy, the paws turned to arms and the chest pressed
against her back changed into one of a thickly muscled man.

But he’d
just been a wolf!

“What?”
Sibyl asked.

The cock
shoved inside, cutting off the rest of her question.

“You’ve been
so naughty, running away like that,” Gabe breathed into her neck.

“Gabe?”
Sibyl gasped as he thrust into her weeping cunt again – hard and fast.

His cock
pounded inside her tight walls, and Sibyl grasped at the carpet, trying to pull
free. Why was Gabe a wolf?

She glanced
at the white wolf, but its animal form melted away. The bones bent and cracked,
and in its place sat Jonathan. Naked and stiff. His thickly muscular body, loomed
over her as Gabe shoved his cock inside again. It slammed against that pleasurable
spot deep inside her body.

“You made
our alpha so angry,” he grumbled and rubbed the side of her cheek.

“Hey. I’m
pissed too. Girlie here stabbed me,” Adrian said. His shoulder wound was bright
red with fresh blood.

Gabe’s hands
dug into her hips, yanking her closer to his ironclad shaft. He was looking at
her most unflattering position, her dimpled thighs and flabby ass, but the ecstasy
rushing over her body was impossible to deny.

Pearly pre-cum
dripped from the tip of Adrian’s cock, and he rubbed a calloused thumb over her
lip. “I’m going to claim you next,” he grumbled.

Sibyl’s
breath caught in her throat as Jonathan’s hands explored her body. His fingers
flicked her hardened nipples. Gabe shoved into her again, his thrusts a relentless
assault. His lips peppered her back and neck, and she dug her fingers into the
rug and moaned.

“Oh, you feel
like a dream around me. So tight. So perfect,” Gabe growled as his tongue
lapped at her neck.

Then
Adrian’s lips brushed her flesh. His teeth sucked and pulled at her sensitive skin,
and she moaned. His mouth moved closer to hers, the taste of him engulfing her
lips and tongue in a kiss.

Another
trust and her body rocked with the orgasm. Gabe’s seed shot inside her like a
cannon, his body stiffening on her back as his fingers dug into her hips,
bruising her.

The chill
that seeped into her body earlier was no longer there. All Sibyl felt was the
heat of the fire and the scorching power of the hands on her flesh.

“My turn,”
Adrian said as Gabe’s cock popped free.

“What?” Sibyl
said, but the younger wolf flipped her over.

Then
Jonathan shoved Adrian out of the way. “I saw her first,” he growled and
snipped at the younger man.

“No you
didn’t. I spotted her on the road,” Adrian snarled, punching the taller man in
the stomach.

Then he
grasped Sibyl’s thighs and pulled her onto his waiting cock. She gasped it
slipped inside, her walls still having a spasm from the first orgasm.

Jonathan’s
hands wound around her from behind, lips kissing her shoulders and fingers
ravishing her breasts and belly. They wandered lower, flicking at her clit as
Adrian thrust.

Gabe smirked
and tilted her chin toward him. “You look so beautiful. So delicious,” he
growled and lapped at her lips.

She melted
into him and her mind swam. How was this happening. These three gorgeous men
all wanted to claim her. Three gorgeous wolf men, actually. And they set her
body into an inferno of desire with each touch.

Jonathan’s length
pressed into her ass cheek, leaving a wet streak of pre-cum. Then Adrian thrust
one final time before his hot seed filled her up. It leaked into her clinging
pussy, and he suckled at her heaving breasts.

“My turn,”
Jonathan grumbled and shoved Adrian aside.

His cock popped
free with a slick sound, and Jonathan leaned over her. His chest was covered in
a layer of pale blond curls, and she stared at his bright blue eyes as he slid
his length inside. It was thick and longer, maybe longer than the other two,
and that position filled her up at a completely different angle.

Sibyl moaned
as her brain clouded with the desire. His fingers dug into her thighs, and she
wanted to tell him not to look at her, but she couldn’t find the words.

Gabe’s lips
trailed down her neck and suckled at her breasts as Adrian kissed her lips. She
opened her mouth to admit him. His hot tongue swirled with hers, and the depth
of every thrust filled her to the brim.

The world
shifted in and out of focus. The only thing Sibyl knew were the hands, mouth
and shaft pleasuring her. The three perfect men lavishing her with ecstasy. She
curled her fingers around Gabe’s neck. The other hand she wound in Adrian’s
hair.

Why did she
like this?

She didn’t
even know why they were doing this. It could be bad – but Sibyl didn’t
care.

A final
thrust and her body stiffened.

“Oh!” she
cried out.

“Sibyl,”
Jonathan moaned as his hot load filled her spent depths.

It throbbed
inside her, and she gasped for breath. Her chest heaved into Gabe’s tender
lips, and Adrian smirked at her.

“You’re ours
now, Sibyl” Gabe whispered.

“Our mate,”
Adrian said and kissed her cheek.

“Ours
forever,” Jonathan growled.

Sweat clung
to every inch of her flesh, and her limbs felt too heavy to move. The three men
huddled around her. Their bare flesh slipped against hers, and she frowned.
They’d feel everything she tried so hard to hide, but she didn’t have the
strength to push them away.

Powerful
arms encompassed her and a head rested somewhere near her hip. Then lips
pressed into her forehead.

“Rest,” Gabe
said.

Sibyl’s eyes
fluttered shut.

* * *

Three
werewolves sat at the table with Sibyl. Eggs, bacon and toast were piled high
on each plate. Her stomach grumbled, and she felt a strange urge to either
gobble everything on the table or retreat to a room upstairs.

If
her room was ready.

Gabe, her
boss and the reason Sibyl came to the secluded bed and breakfast on Lake Tahoe,
smiled. “Eat. You’ll need your appetite, darling.”

Darling?
The word sent a shiver through her bones
and heated her cheeks. She brushed the honey blonde hair from her shoulders and
frowned. They hadn’t even talked about what happened the night before. How her
boss and his impossibly gorgeous friends chased her out into the snow then
ravished her in front of the fire.

Her. A
nobody sales analyst. A
fat
nobody – which was even worse.

She looked
at each man in turn. Gabe, who they called the alpha wolf, had rust red hair
and striking green eyes. They were the sort of eyes that stripped her down to
the flesh, making her feel naked. But now Gabe had seen her naked. Sibyl’s
cheeks heated in shame. No way in hell he liked what he saw!

Next, she
glanced at Jonathan. He was tall and broad with pale blond hair and blue eyes
like the center of a flame. Damn, he was like some kind of movie star. His lips
turned into a smile when he noticed her staring, and she quickly looked back at
her plate.

Sibyl lifted
a piece of bacon to her lips and took a bite. She hadn’t eaten anything that
fattening in years, maybe since she started puberty.

Keep
eating like that and you’ll never get a man
, her mother would say.
The only thing pretty about you
is that hair, Sib.

She pushed
the plate away and swallowed the lump in her throat.

Adrian, the
youngest of the three werewolves, pushed it back. “Eat your breakfast, girlie.
We don’t want you to starve.”

Sibyl pouted
at him. His black hair dangled over his shoulders and his eyes were like liquid
gold. She’d never seen anyone with eyes that color before.

“I don’t
think I’d starve.”

Adrian
scratched at the wound on his shoulder – the wound Sibyl inflicted when
she stabbed him in his wolf form. “Then do it to make up for the trouble you
put us through last night.”

Her face
burned and she stood up, knocking the chair over behind her. “Make up for the
trouble I caused you? How about the trouble you caused me? My leg hurts from
the bite Gabe gave me, and you’re a – a pack of werewolves!”

All three men
stared at her as if that were the most normal thing in the world.
To them,
it must be
, she realized and chewed her bottom lip.

Gabe stood
up and walked to her side. He towered over her, and his smooth features
softened as he took her hand in his. “Sit and eat. We’ll discuss it all after
breakfast. Adrian is right, you’ll need your strength,” he said and kissed her
tenderly on the forehead.

Her stomach
lurched, not uncomfortably, and she did as he said. He was still her boss,
after all, and she needed that job if she wanted to keep her apartment and her
car.

After she
finished one plate, her stomach growled, and they filled another. The only
comfort she found was that the wolves ate three plates each. She only ate two.

Only two!
She thought, and squeezed her fleshy
thighs together.

Her bag was
still missing from the night before, and she pulled the red bathrobe tight
around her chest, although they’d seen her nude once. They’d already done just
about everything with her once, but that didn’t mean she wanted to prance
around in front of them naked.

No way in
hell.

How did she
get here again? It was almost impossible to imagine the heat of the central
California valley at this time of year with the snow piled high outside. The
idea of a slow and leisurely vacation from her stressful job sounded fantastic
when she left Sacramento. Then a freak snow storm hit and now this. . . .
whatever this was.

After
breakfast, Gabe lead them into the sitting room and Sibyl settled on the couch.
She stared at the rug in front of the fire. It’s where she woke up that
morning, surrounded by three hot naked men, who also happened to be werewolves.

Jonathan
perched on the couch’s arm, and Adrian leaned against the wall with his ankles
crossed and a smirk on his lips.

Gabe knelt
in front of her and placed his strong hands on her knees. She wished he
wouldn’t touch her like that, or give her that smoldering look. It wetted her
pussy, and after the night before she wasn’t sure what those wolves might do if
they knew she was turned on.

Another
night of bliss,
she
thought and shook her head.

“You’re our
mate, Sibyl. The female of our group. After last night, we’ve officially
claimed you and made you ours.”

She pulled
her legs out of his grasp and glared. “That’s what you said, but you didn’t
explain what it means – or ask if I even wanted to be your mate.”

Gabe opened
his mouth, but Adrian cut him off. “It means you're the woman of our pack
– the only woman – and you’ll give us all pups. Mine’ll be first, I
bet.”

Sibyl
touched her lower belly and widened her eyes. Children? Pups? Who would want to
have kids with her?

“I never
said–”

“I chose
you,” Gabe said and stood up. He threw a frown in Adrian’s direction, and the
black haired wolf scowled. “I’ve watched you for the past year, Sibyl. I knew
you’d be the one to complete our pack.”

How could
she believe that? After years of rejection, years of never being good enough,
or thin enough, how could three beautiful men all want her? Three beautiful
werewolves, actually.

“Why didn’t
you just chose a female werewolf? I’m not even one of you.”

“Not yet,”
Adrian rumbled.

Gabe’s
fingers trailed down her leg to the bite he’d given her the night before. “This
will help fix it.”

Sibyl’s eyes
widened. “I’m going to turn into a wolf?” she gasped and cuddled back into the
couch, as if it could protect her.

Adrian
snorted. “No. Unfortunately, but you’ll get some of our senses and our
appetites.”

“And you’ll
be able to handle birthing werewolf children,” Gabe put in with a slow smile.

That didn’t
make her feel better, but at least she wasn’t going to turn hairy during the
full moon.

“There
aren’t any women werewolves,” Jonathan said. “We have to mate with humans, and
our alpha knew you were perfect for us because he could smell you. We can all
smell you,” he said and his lips slipped into a seductive smile.

Smell her?
They’d said the same thing last night. Talk about a way to make a girl
self-conscious!

“I don’t
stink,” she mumbled and pulled the robe tighter.

Gabe
chuckled. “That’s not what we meant. You’re fragrance is divine, darling.
Believe us. It’s a little hard to resist at times.”

Sibyl shook
her head and stood up. It was all so much to take in. What did it mean? Was she
supposed to come home to three werewolf husbands? Care for a whole litter of
wolf puppies? Would she have to house train them? Would they be human form or
wolf form when they were born?

Plus, she’d
never agreed to any of this.

Sure, she
had fantasies about Gabe in the past – what women in her office hadn’t?
But they usually involved wine and a night of passion – they never ended
like this.

She stood
up. “I need a shower and a room.”

“We call all
take a bath in the–” Gabe started.

“No!” she
said and cut him off. “I need to be alone for a while. This is . . .
overwhelming.”

The three
werewolves looked at her. Gabe frowned. Jonathan shrugged, and Adrian scowled.
But she held her ground. After what they put her through, she deserved a little
privacy.

The alpha
wolf nodded. “I’ll show you
our
room then,” he said.

She followed
him up the stairs and fought to control the pounding of her heart. What was she
doing on this vacation again? A nice summer holiday turned into something
entirely different, especially with all the snow on the ground outside.

“Is it going
to warm up while I’m here?” she asked as they walked down the hallway.

“Let’s
hope,” Gabe said and opened at door. “It’s melting already.”

The inside
of the room took her breath away. A huge four-poster king bed sat in the
center, with a lush red quilt and an overabundance of pillows. The wood was
dark and almost shone in the yellow light. Whoever polished it never missed an
opportunity.

Her suitcase
rested in the corner of the room, leaning against the great dresser. Another
fireplace stood in the corner, but this one hadn’t been lit.
At least they
got the generator working after the lights went out the night before
, she
thought.

“The
bathroom is through there. You’re certain you want to be alone?” Gabe asked and
leaned into her.

His
proximity sent a rush through her veins, like they were pumping electricity
instead of blood. “Yes,” she said, almost breathless.

“I’ve waited
so long for this. I thought you’d be happy we wanted you.”

She
swallowed and the bite on her leg itched. The bite
he
gave her. Sibyl
didn’t know what to say. It’s not that she wasn’t happy, but something nagged
at her all the same.

Gabe didn’t
wait for an answer. He grabbed her shoulders and smashed his lips to Sibyl’s.
The kiss sent a wave of heat over her skin, and flooded her pussy with need.
She melted into his touch, though her mind told her not too. This was her boss,
and he was a werewolf!

She
shouldn’t just give in to him, but no other man kissed her like that –
ever.

His teeth
caught her bottom lip and pulled. “You taste so good, Sibyl.”

What was she
supposed to say to that?

He looked at
her, with his mouth drooped open and flicked his tongue over his lips. “We need
you, darling. I hope you understand that. Our pack is for life, and we’d do
anything for you,” he said and released her. Then he walked out of the room.

She shut the
door behind him and leaned against it. Life? Did that mean she was stuck with
them forever? Like a marriage without a divorce? Sibyl shook her head. The idea
should freak her out, right? Not send warmth spreading through her stomach and
over her skin.

She couldn’t
be married to three men! Not legally, anyway.

And they
needed her? If that was the case, why didn’t they just ask if she wanted to
mate with them, or whatever it was called? Well, they couldn’t really ask
without the whole situation sounding crazy, she realized. If they did ask,
she’d just think they’d lost their minds.

And she had
thought that the night before. Now she felt like the whole world rearranged
itself into a different order that didn’t make any sense. Only, she didn’t mind
it as much as she thought she would.

Sibyl sighed
and stepped into the shower.

The hot
water felt good on her skin, but she still couldn’t relax. It wasn’t just her
room, that much was clear. Any one of them could walk in any moment and catch
her naked. They’d only seen her by firelight before. The bold electric lighting
wasn’t so kind. It’d show off her rolls and cellulite, the body she hid for
years.

The soap was
a fragrant floral, lavender maybe, and she scrubbed quickly and let the water
rinse her clean. When she got to the bite mark on her leg, she frowned. She was
going to have wolf senses now. And a wolf appetite. Just want she needed.

The holes
were scabbed over, but lined with red. Wasn’t that a sign of infection or
something? Gabe had licked it clean when she woke up next to the fire, before
they claimed her. What if he gave her some kind of wolf disease? Did she need a
rabies shot? No. That was stupid, but she scrubbed it and frowned.

When she
stepped out, Sibyl dried off with a fluffy towel and moved toward her bag. She
was picking through it for her clothes when someone moved out of the corner of
her eyes. She spun and noticed Jonathan sitting on the bed.

He wasn’t
there before, she could swear. Maybe her wolf senses hadn’t kicked in yet.

Jonathan
smiled. “I’ll tend to your wound,” he said and stood up. “I thought you might
need the help.”

She pulled
the towel tight around her breasts and frowned. It didn’t hide enough of her
body. Not like the robe. Then she dropped the panties she held – the kind
that held in her stomach, not sexy at all. “I can manage.”

Although
that wasn’t really true. She didn’t even have a first aid kit. How was she
supposed to manage at all?

Jonathan
slipped a strong arm around her shoulders and guided her back into the
bathroom. “I think I can manage better.”