Cry Wolf (Pack Heat Book 2)
Cry Wolf
Sam Hall
Contents
Description
If you’re in any way related to me
Author Note
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Epilogue
So, Book 3?
Stalk me!
Acknowledgments
Also by Sam Hall
About the Author
Description
Pick your lifelong mates, work out what Jedi mind tricks the black wolf is using on your mind and save the town you’ve come to love: it’s all in a day’s work for Jules.
Jules has been living the good life. She went from penniless and uncertain about her future to being able to turn into an incredibly strong paranormal wolf creature, living in a cute little town. Oh and with an expectation that she should create a harem from the many, many hotties fighting to be by her side. So how did it all go wrong?
Firstly, the heat has died down and so has the non-stop sexcapades, but Jules is now left with a group of guys who are starting to want a whole lot more from her. Mating bonds are permanent, usually for life and she’s not sure who to make that commitment to. Then there’s the black wolf. Lurking in his prison, he shouldn’t be able to touch Jules, so why is he entering her dreams, then creating chaos in life, all in pursuit of some mysterious goal he refuses to share? And to cap it all off, Sanctuary is under threat from hostile forces from beyond the trans dimensional gate.
Join Jules for the continuation of her story and see her fight for love, freedom and the town she now calls her own.
Cry Wolf is not a stand-alone. You will need to read A Wolf At My Door for this book to make sense. It contains 18+ very steamy scenes that make it not suitable for kids.
Cry Wolf
Cry Wolf © Sam Hall 2020
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except for in the case of brief quotations for the use in critical articles or reviews.
Cover art and design by Mibl Art
The characters and events depicted in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
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For Matt
Yep, I know, I dedicate everything to him, but seriously, being with this man is like all of a sudden being able to see colour or something. It opened me up to emotional experiences I’d never even dreamed of and meant I could write this, a very vulnerable book for me.
If you’re in any way related to me
Don’t read this one. Seriously, Christmas dinners are already awkward and weird without imagining me writing werewolf orgies. Just delete the book, put the Kindle down and sidle away. It’ll be better for all of us.
Author Note
This book is written in Australian English, which is a weird lovechild of British and American English. We tend to spell things the way the Brits do (expect a lot more u’s), yet also use American slang and swear more than both combined.
While many people have gone over this book, trying to find all the typos and other mistakes, they just keep on popping up like bloody rabbits. If you spot one, don’t report it to Amazon, drop me an email at the below address so I can fix the issue.
samhall.author@gmail.com
1
“Oh God,” I moaned, “put it in.”
I was bent over on all fours on the bed and could feel the warmth of Slade’s thighs against mine. His thumb slid along the well-lubricated crease of my arse, rubbing up and down, up and down, before circling my sphincter.
“This what you want, princess?” Slade asked, slowing his caress and pushing in slightly.
“Go slowly,” Brandon said, “no matter what she says.”
“Pretty sure there are better uses for your mouth, right now,” I growled, looking down at the man lying between my legs. He gave me one of those beautiful crooked smiles of his—cheeky enough to get my Tirian pacing inside me—before he wriggled back, drawing my hips down.
“Oh fuck!”
I’d never really gotten into anal before this. The obvious phobia about it being unclean, along with some very ham-fisted attempts at introducing me to it, had meant it was well and truly off the table, until I came to Sanctuary. I whined as Brandon’s tongue flicked over my clit, firm enough that I could feel that ache inside me build, but not enough to get me where I needed to go. The sensation on my arsehole sent sharp spikes of pleasure through me, my senses following every movement as the ache intensified.
“I need...” I whimpered.
“I’ve got everything you need,” Slade rumbled. I felt a thrill of anticipation as I heard the clink of his belt and the sound of his zipper, his other hand never giving up on the slow circular caress.
I snarled as Brandon’s mouth pulled away from me. “Slowly!”
“Get your fucking tongue on my clit and shut the fuck up!” I snapped.
“Love, I—”
“Have had twelve-inch dicks up your arse and have lived to tell the tale, I know. I just want the opportunity to see what a seven-inch one is like.”
“Princess,” Slade’s spare hand slapped down on my butt cheek. “I’m at least eight.”
“And I know exactly where I want it. Slade, I need you to—”
As per usual, my lovers ignored my orders, Brandon slipping off the bed and taking up position next to Slade, if the other hand on my butt was anything to go by. I dropped my head down to the mattress and started banging it with frustration.
“I... just... want... to... come.”
“And you will, as many times as you wish. Finn’s due home in an hour?” Brandon said.
“Yeah, on reduced hours due to the pack bonds not being formalised, but Kelly knows his mind’s not really on the job,” Slade said, still stroking my pucker. The sensation was different without the clit stimulation. Brandon had said that would be the case, damn him. It was somehow sharper, edgier. I wasn’t sure if it would feel amazing or hurt, which had my clit throbbing.
“Shaun’s on nights, so we might not see him for a bit, but Aaron’s got two days off after today.”
“Shit, so we better make sure she’s feeling relaxed. He’s gonna be fit to burst the moment he gets in the door.”
Fuck... I remembered exactly what that was like the last time he did a five-day rotation. I’d leapt on him the moment he walked inside the door, he’d opened his pants with one hand, tongue down my throat while I worked him into me, one arm around his neck. Then he’d slammed me against the glass door and—
I heard the click of a bottle top, jerking my attention back to the present.
“Lots of lube,” Brandon said. “It’s very, very different to vaginal sex. Add more, then add more again.” I groaned as I felt the wet slip across my skin, Brandon’s narrower fingers digging in slightly deeper than Slade’s blunt tips. I pushed my hips backwards, trying to spear myself on them.
“No, love,” Brandon growled, sending a jolt through
me. He very rarely pulled the dominant thing with me, preferring to use that with those of the guys up for it, but when he did... My Tirian should have come rocketing to the forefront, ready to rip his head off. Instead, she stretched out inside me, her body resembling mine in a picture of relaxed surrender.
He rubbed his hand down my spine, a slow, sinuous thing. “I know you want it,” Brandon said. “All of it, and if you knew how much we fucking ache to give it to you, you wouldn’t torment us with asking.”
“Yes, I would.”
“OK, fair enough, you would.”
“Saucy bitch,” Slade said, reaching between my legs to give my clit a little tug, something that just sent waves of pleasure-pain spreading through me. “Behave, or I’ll spank you.”
“Oh god, yes...” I groaned as his fingers flickered.
“Want that, do you, love?” Slade asked. “My hand slapping down on your clit as I shove my—”
“The sexy talk is good, it’ll keep her focussing on the pleasure. Now, add some lube to your fingers. No, more.”
“Brandon, I’m this close to kicking you out. No, making you sit in the chair and watch,” I said.
“That’s my punishment?” he replied in a low, sexy voice. Brandon was switchy as hell, flipping from cool and calculated, to dominant and kinky in a microsecond. I didn’t mind it most of the time. It was like fucking some kind of sexy doctor, making the moment that clinical detachment fractured and he came undone inside me all the better. “I could think of worse ways to go, stroking my aching cock as I watch Slade fuck you from one orgasm to the next.”
I could dimly hear his subversive response, but my attention was mainly focussed on his fingers, which pressed down more firmly now. I felt the slight prick of something—pain or pleasure? My body was undecided, but if the drip of my cunt was anything to go by, I wanted more.
“Please...”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.”
“Oh!”
My mouth was frozen in an open-mouthed gasp as an alien sensation spread through me. His finger was inside me.
We’d done something similar the day after I’d changed, but it was a vague memory of all those hot naked bodies and aching cocks, each one of them sucking, stroking, or fucking a separate part of me. He’d done this deliberately, Brandon, the sneaky bastard. He’d stripped away all distractions, diverted my focus entirely to where his finger and my body intersected. My mind could only grapple with these new sensations, process how I felt, and work out if I liked it.
“Slowly at first, and not too deep,” he murmured to Slade. I could hear the rasp of their breath, the shake in Brandon’s voice. “This is not normally an area many women see as sexual. Childhood conditioning about dirtiness etc. puts paid to that, so it needs to be wakened, teased. She needs to be introduced to a whole new world of pleasure. If you stampede in like you want to...” Another finger played with my opening. “You’ll tear her, hurt her, condition her to associate this with pain. Some men, they don’t mind the pinch, but we have a prostate just waiting to be pressed down on to make up for that.”
“You know that’s never going to happen, mate,” Slade replied.
“Doesn’t need to be me. She’s got two whole hands of fingers that can bring you the most indescribable sensation. Stroke the one part of your body made purely for pleasure. It would be good for you to give it a go, see how it feels from the other side. Touch her clit.”
“What?”
“I want to add another finger. Keep her simmering, but don’t go too far. I don’t want her coming yet.”
“Don’t I get a say in this?” I grumbled.
“You’ll get yours, sweetheart, now let us work.”
My legs parted instinctively as Slade’s fingers grazed my clit, to allow him better access, to increase that incredible pressure in my groin, I wasn’t sure. The pleasure that had been bubbling away spiked suddenly as his stroke grew firmer, working the hood of my clit back and forth. My gasps became guttural nonsense words as I urged, pleaded, demanded more. Then he slid the next finger in.
“Fuck!” My jaw, my body locked down at the sudden intrusion.
“No, love, breathe in and then out. That’s right, relax, relax. It’ll hurt if you tense up. That’s it, sweetheart.” His spare hand rubbed up and down my spine. “That’s right.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Slade grated.
“Yeah, well, get under her. I don’t want to go any further, because you’re going to fuck her. It’ll make things very tight.”
“Yeah?” I dimly heard the rustling and felt Slade get off the bed. My focus was entirely on Brandon’s fingers moving in and out. My head twisted at the sensation, foreign and weird, yet my clit throbbed in time with his thrusts. I jumped a little when Slade tipped up my head. “You look so beautiful, princess,” he said, and then kissed me, thrusting his tongue down my throat. I groaned into his shoulder as he moved under me, glancing kisses on my nipples and making them burn for more. His hands replaced his lips, and then one dropped down to thumb my clit.
“Oh God,” I cried. “Fuck me.”
“Bring her hips down to yours,” Brandon said, his voice like steel, but Slade didn’t balk this time. His hand left my breast, closing over my hip and drawing me down, until my cunt brushed the head of his cock. “You’re going to want to move, love, but you can’t.” Brandon’s voice was directly in my ear, the long hot length of his body covering mine. “When we take you at the same time, you’re the glue that holds us together. If you shift, you’ll dislodge us. You have to stay very still and just feel.”
My teeth locked down hard as I felt the glorious stretch of Slade going into me, Brandon’s fingers moving in a slow counterpoint.
“You’re going to need to buck up into her,” Brandon said. “It’s hard going, but it’s the only way. Make sure you’re hitting her clit the whole time.”
“How about you shut up, Doc? This isn’t my first rodeo.”
“You asked for my help.”
“And now I’m telling you to stop. Princess?” I opened my eyes to see Slade lying beneath me, his eyes wide. “There she is, my beautiful girl. Look at you, you make me so fucking hard.” I kissed the palm of his hand when it came to rest on my cheek, half delirious with desire. Maybe that’s why I didn’t see what came next. “I said I’d never bullshit you or keep the truth from you, and I won’t. We’re not supposed to say anything yet, not supposed to influence your decision, but...”
“Slade...” Brandon growled.
Slade swallowed hard, my vision clearing when I saw the shine in his eyes. “Whether I make it in your pack or not, you’re it for me. I love you, beautiful girl. No matter what happens, it’ll always be you for me.”
He didn’t let me answer or respond, rearing up to cover my mouth with his, slamming his hips up into mine at the same time. I knew I should stop, react, reciprocate, something, but it became a mess of sensory information. His mouth, teeth, fingers, cock, the weight of Brandon’s body, the fingers sneaking down between us and working at my clit, the thud of Slade’s hips against mine in counterpoint to Brandon’s much more gentle movements. I wasn’t a body anymore, just an endless string of sensation, frightening in its intensity.
My Tirian—who usually stayed pretty dormant during sex—shifted inside me, stretching and pacing within me, whining like an animal trapped. I frowned, started to rasp out something, but all I could do was grunt gutturally. I was close to coming, that much was sure, but it was less a pleasurable climb towards a lovely apex and more running helplessly before a massive wave. My cunt snapped down tight around Slade, but he pistoned on. Brandon’s hand bit down hard on my other hip. Saliva filled my mouth, dropping small spots on the perfect expanse of Slade’s chest, as a corresponding ache began in my teeth. I tossed my head back, eyes closed against the dizzying sights, and felt my Tirian do the same. She howled as I screamed, and we got closer and closer and closer.
Even now, I’m not sure how it happened.
That was like pissing in the wind. What came next was inevitable, carried by the weight of mountains moving. Slade’s eyes went wide and his body limp as my mouth fastened on the point where his neck met his shoulder. It wasn’t my teeth that bit down on his flesh—it was my fangs. He thrust inside of me, unable to stop himself, his cries growing more frenzied and then, as my saliva dropped onto his skin, I felt it. He shoved himself deeper, all of a sudden feeling much, much bigger, and my body struggled, spasming weakly as if to keep him out. But in he went, and there he stayed. My whines were muffled by his skin, then I pulled myself away, the coppery taste of blood in my mouth.
“Oh my God, yes!” I shouted.
I came again, really hard, but what happened went way beyond that. Slade shifted, so I was straddling his legs, his arms around me as we moved together. Tiny little movements, more like spasms, and my body jerked along with his as he came and came and came. But that didn’t matter. His neck was covered in blood—some trickling down his chest—and his hair was wild, but it was his look that did me in. There was none of my cheeky, smart arse boy in his eyes, not right now. He’d said he’d be honest with me. Well, I’d had no idea what that really meant. My eyes studied his, and for a moment, I felt like I could see all the way into him, past every layer and defence to the throbbing core of the man. When I touched his lips, I was almost stunned to actually feel the rasp of his stubble, the softness of his mouth.