CHAPTER 11

Ellie turned off the water and reached for a towel. Jonathan was sitting at the vanity, his hair wet, moodily watching her.

“Hi,” she said curiously as she toweled off.

He didn’t answer, just watched her with brooding eyes. She hung her towel up and stepped out. She stood before him, nude, wondering why he wasn’t speaking.

She straddled his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. She whispered into his ear. “What is it, Jonathan?”

He held the soft, naked body against him. “I love you, Ellie.”

There was a pause. She pulled his face close to hers and whispered, “I love you too. You know I do.”

She kissed his lips and her small pink tongue darted out to taste him. He opened his mouth to receive her and their tongues entwined.

She pulled away and licked the shell of his ear. She sucked gently at his earlobe and trailed down his neck.

Jonathan shuddered. “How can I want you again so quickly?”

“You heard what Duggan said. Whenever you want it. Do you want it again, Jonathan?” Her voice continued on a whisper, “Now?”

“I want it. I want you.”

“Let’s go to your bedroom.”

Ellie stood and Jonathan picked her up, his arms under her legs.

“What is it with you and Duggan that you both feel the need to carry me?”

“Just showing off.” He grinned.

They were walking down the hall to his room. Ellie was giggling into his ear, erotic suggestions of what she wanted to do with him.

He entered his bedroom and lowered her to the bed. He pressed himself to her, his hard muscled body to her softness.

“What else did you want to do, Ellie?”

“I’d like your cock in my mouth. I want you to come in my mouth.”

“Mmm. But I want to do something too.”

“What?”

He rolled, bringing her along with him, and settled her on top of his body. He reached around her and massaged her buttocks, squeezing and separating them.

“I want you to sit on my face. I want you to lower your pussy to my mouth.”

She sat up and straddled him. He helped her scoot up to his face, her knees on either side of his head. She lowered herself eagerly to his waiting mouth and he opened wide for her.

Instant heat flooded her. She rose on her knees, lifting her pussy from his mouth for a brief respite and then lowered again. He lifted his hands and separated her plump nether lips, exposing her inner petals to his view. He darted his tongue out to touch the incredible softness.

She gasped. He brought his mouth up to her clit and sucked it gently, elongating the organ. Her arousal filled and scented the air. Jonathan’s movements became rougher, more frenzied.

She lifted herself from his mouth again.

“Stop that. Come back here.”

“Nuh-uh. Too close to the edge.”

“Then come in my mouth, Ellie.”

“And then?”

“Then I’ll come. Or I can bring you again. Whatever you want.”

“I want to swallow. I want it down my throat.”

“Okay. Now let me have your delicious pussy.”

She lowered onto his waiting mouth and he plunged a finger into her while his tongue flicked rhythmically against her clitoris. He was relentless, forcing her orgasm up and over the edge.

“Oooh, ooh, Jonathan,” she moaned through her climax.

He could feel her sheath clenching around his finger, the slick juice coating it. He smiled in satisfaction when she climbed off him.

“Come stand on the edge of the bed,” she demanded.

As soon as he did, she sucked him eagerly into her mouth. She relaxed her throat, as he’d taught her and let him thrust his hips to his own rhythm, slowly fucking her mouth.

Her mouth was so warm, so tight. She’d purse her lips, those sexy, pouty lips and they would tighten around his cock. Then that mass of red hair would drape over him like silk. He was close, so close, his hips thrusting harder and harder as he reached for the end.

He ejaculated, cum spurting from the tip of his cock. She swallowed before he pulled out of her warm mouth and sat on the bed beside her. He pulled her to him and held her close.

“That was wonderful,” he murmured. “You’re wonderful.”

“I love you, Jonathan.”

“I love you.”

“I’m going to leave you. Duggan should be looking for me soon.”

“Sleep well. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She walked back to her room, relaxed and satisfied. She stepped into her shower again to wash off quickly. She smiled. Jonathan had better not be waiting on the other side of the shower door again. She was sick of washing.

Duggan walked in when Ellie was drying off. She climbed into bed.

“You’re just showering now?”

She smiled wryly. “Again.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You must be dry. What have you had, four showers today?”

He grabbed the bottle of lotion and took her foot in his hands. He massaged the lotion in and she sighed.

“That’s heaven, Duggan.”

He was silent as he rubbed up her calves, then her thighs. She turned over and he did her buttocks, then her back.

“Thank you, Ellie.”

“For what?”

“For loving Jonathan. Not many women would consent to living in a house with two brothers. Especially in our community.”

Ellie turned over and he rubbed the lotion into her torso. She watched his face as he rubbed. “You love your brother.”

“More than my life.”

“I do too,” she covered his hand with hers. “Why would you thank me? I should be thanking you. Both of you. No woman has ever been so taken care of.”

“How do you know I’m not taking care of you because I’m guilty for forcing you into my life?”

“Oh Duggan, I’m so over that,” she said. “Like I want a man who’ll beat me while he has a male lover? I’m living the life of luxury here. Men to bathe me, men who’ll massage me, men who love me.”

She caressed his shadowed jaw. It was rough beneath her fingertips.

“I love you, Duggan. I’ll always love you.”

He pulled her to him, burying his face in her neck. “I love you too, Ellis Rae Baddeaux.”

“Good. Then let’s sleep, because I’m wiped out.”

He laughed. “Come on then, my love. Let me hold you.”

* * * * *

Yet while Jonathan was occupied and Duggan worked, Ellie was bored. She’d wandered outside to pull weeds in the garden when Duggan arrived home unexpectedly.

“What the hell are you doing out here?”

“Pulling weeds.” She stood, one hand rubbing at her back.

“That’s why we have a gardener.”

“Are you objecting to me working in the garden?”

“You know it’s not safe for you outside.”

“You expect me to sit in front of the window and wait for you all day?”

Duggan’s cheeks burned with the rage he was engulfed in. “If I say so.”

“Oh please, mate. Do you know how bored I am without you and Jonathan? I need something to do.”

“Not menial labor. I know you also help Sophie out with the housework and I’m not complaining because we need the merging of scents but I don’t want my wife worn out.”

“Worn out? Did you not just hear me say I’m bored?”

He flipped her over his shoulder, caveman style. She banged his back with clenched fists. “Don’t manhandle me!”

He walked her into the house and up the stairs. He deposited her on the foot of their bed and turned from her to head to the shower. “Stay inside,” he growled.

Ellie jumped up from the bed.

She would do whatever she damn well pleased. Duggan be damned. She was sick of following orders and she wasn’t that person anymore. She left the house anyway. She headed out the back door and walked out to the gardens. She walked and walked, burning her energy and her anger. Until it got dark and the air cooled and she realized how long she’d been gone.

At least an hour.

And then, only then, she decided to head back to the house. The air stilled around her. It was too silent. There were no insects chirping, no sounds at all. For the first time, Ellie felt a sense of fear. Maybe Duggan had been right. Maybe she’d been hasty. She began to walk quickly back to the house but hearing the leaves rustle behind her made her run. She ran inside, leaning on the front door. The house was quiet inside and dark.

“I thought I told you to stay inside.” Duggan’s voice was cold, startling her.

“I didn’t.”

“Don’t ever, ever, disobey me again.” He reached out for her arm, yanking her to him.

She tried to pull away but it caused his fingers to dig deeper until she cried out.

“Little fool. Do you know how you could have been injured if someone had been out there?”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Will you be sorry when you’re dead? Or are you trying for human attention? I already told you I loved you, Ellis. What more do you want? You’d like the humans to see you, to rescue you, to jail me? Is that what your angle is?”

“No, Duggan. Never. I wasn’t thinking about all that. I was just angry and needed time…” Her voice was drowned out as he clamped his mouth down on hers. And that was when she realized his violence bordered on fear.

His kiss was full of anger. It gentled when he tasted the salt of a tear.

“Ellie, my love, don’t cry.”

“I never wanted humans to see me. I just need something to do. I’m around wolves always. I haven’t seen my own species since the night I came here.”

“I know, my love. Shh, I spoke in anger.”

“I love you, Duggan. I want to stay with you always.”

“And I love you, Ellie. You know I do.” He gathered his frail human mate into his arms, where he could protect her from the world. Because so far he hadn’t been doing such a good job.

* * * * *

She was scarcely aware of him kissing her goodbye the next morning while she slept. She awoke alone and faced another dreary day. This time completely inside.

Duggan would return before dinner tonight but that was a long time away. She wondered where Jonathan was. With her luck, he was probably outside while she was stuck indoors.

She took her time showering and dressing. Then she wandered the house, looking for something to do. Finally, she stood in front of the window, looking longingly at the front porch. There was a note stuck on the post, where she could see it from the window.

The note read: Meet me at the pond. J

Ellie knew it was from Jonathan but it confused her. Didn’t she just get into trouble for leaving the house? Yet if he wanted her to meet him there, it could only mean one thing. A surprise. Maybe with both him and Duggan.

Her guys would surprise her. Elation hit her. They understood finally. A tiny bit of dampness hit with a tingle and she could actually feel her clitoris start to swell. She wanted to explore things with the guys.

Together.

She rushed to get to the pond. To her amazement, the surprise was there was no Jonathan. Or Duggan. Instead, Stephanie was there with a man who appeared to be mentally challenged. He was huge, at least six and a half feet tall, and heavy—his beefy hands looked as large as her entire head.

Would Stephanie really have the nerve to challenge her as queen? She found it hard to believe.

“I suppose you got me out to the pond?” Ellie asked.

“Yup, sweetie pie. I did.”

“Why?”

“To kidnap you. And Jonathan, of course. Soon as he gets here.”

“Kidnap Jonathan? He gave you those scars across your cheek, right?”

“Right.” Her voice was calm, cheerful. Eerily so.

“So while he’s your dominant, the two of you together plan to jump him?”

“It’ll just take me. My brother Alexander is along for the ride.”

Alexander looked up slowly as his name was said. He held out his hand to Ellie. “Pleased to meet you. My name is Al-ex-ander.”

Ellie looked at his extended hand. Surely he didn’t expect her to shake his hand.

Stephanie cut in. “Take a huge whiff of her, Alexander. Does she smell good?”

He literally sniffed her. “Mmm. I like it. She smells girly and spicy.”

“Spicy?” Stephanie smelled Ellie herself. “Spicy. Arousal. Now why would meeting Jonathan strike up that note?” she asked, wonderment in her voice. “Could it be that you’re having an affair with Jonathan when you have the Alpha King Duggan Baddeaux?”

Ellie wisely said nothing.

“Well, well. I might have enacted my plan too soon. I could have waited to see the outcome. Oh well. Nothing much I can do with this information now.” She turned and spoke to her brother. “So you like the way she smells, Alexander?”

“Yeah. I like spicy.” His nostrils were beginning to flare.

“I know. Remember the girl who smelled spicy to you? The one who Dad buried? Remember how much fun you had with her ’til Dad buried her? Well, not now but later…later you get to have fun with Ellie here too.”

Ellie felt the blood drain from her face. Stephanie noticed and laughed.

“So anyway, Ellie Baddeaux, meet my twin. Best to introduce you now since you’ll be knowing him pretty intimately later anyway. In a minute Jonathan will show up, we’re going to subdue him and take you both somewhere. Can I trust you to walk, or are we going to have to knock you out also?”

“I can walk. How do you think the two of you are going to knock out Jonathan?”

“He’ll have a little surprise waiting for him.” She leaned in to whisper, “I have Alexander’s strength mingled with mine. Alexander doesn’t have any right now but he’s more than a match for you, right? Anyway, hold out your wrists. I’m going to chain them, then you can sit on the ground and wait for your lover. I’ll leave you extra chain, in case you decide to strangle yourself to avoid the rape by my brother. And by the way, Ellie. If you warn Jonathan, I’ll decapitate him rather than tying him up harmlessly. Are we clear?”

Ellie nodded. She knew she couldn’t warn Jonathan, not if it risked his death.

She held out her wrists and Stephanie instructed Alexander to shackle her. The shackles were silver, with a piece of silver chain looping them together.

“Ow, Steffie. It hurts.”

“I know, Alexander,” she said impatiently. “But just for a minute. The faster you put them on her, the faster you can stop touching them.”

And so Ellie sat. She sat, facing the pond, her shackled wrists hidden in her lap.

Jonathan was furious with Ellie. He saw her sitting with her back to him as if she didn’t have a care in the world. What was she thinking, writing him a note that said to meet her at the pond? It was so unlike her, especially after Duggan was so angry when she’d left the house yesterday. At the same time, he felt a small thrill, because he knew why Ellie singled him out. He squashed it, knowing they couldn’t be careless out in the open. He’d drag her back to the house.

He reached her and put his hand on the silky soft skin of her shoulder exposed by the gown.

“Ellie. What were you thinking?” he snapped.

She turned slowly toward him, her cheeks tear-stained and holding up shackled wrists. And then Jonathan felt a prick in his back and he knew what it was. A blow dart.

He held out one hand, wiping a tear from her cheek. He wanted to say he was sorry, sorry for not protecting her. But he couldn’t. He wanted to say it would be all right but he couldn’t. He fell forward, face first, in her lap.

“That was beautiful! Just beautiful. Just like a movie. Broke my heart, I swear. Those human tears were a nice touch. Something a werewolf would never do. Alexander, shackle him.”

Alexander shackled Jonathan’s wrists and ankles, moaning the whole time. Then he started to wrap a silver chain around Jonathan’s body.

“Not yet,” Stephanie snapped. “I have to carry him, fool. We’ll wrap him when we get there.”

Amazingly, Stephanie lifted him easily, throwing him over her shoulder like she had super strength. Alexander did the same to Ellie, although it wasn’t as impressive, and they carried them to a parked vehicle. Stephanie loaded Jonathan first and Alexander mimicked her, spilling Ellie on top of him. Stephanie laughed and then slammed the trunk.

Ellie tried to wake Jonathan to no avail. He was out cold, though whether it was the chains or the drugs, she didn’t know.

Finally the vehicle lurched and then rolled to a stop. The trunk was opened and Ellie was lifted first. Alexander took her into a darkened cave where she was dropped on the rocks jutting from the ground, hitting her head and slipping into unconsciousness.

Stephanie dropped Jonathan onto a ledge made of rock, like a small bunk bed.

“Come bind him up now,” she snapped at Alexander. She watched until it was done, just to make sure it was done properly. Alexander may be her brother but sometimes if he was distracted she had to watch the order being followed. Ellie was unconscious on the ground, so she didn’t bother to tie her up, she just shackled her wrists and ankles. There wasn’t much the frail human could do anyway.

“Okay, Alexander. Lock this cage door and wait on the other side for me to return, got it?”

He nodded dimly, making his way to the makeshift door that fit tightly in the opening of the cave. Stephanie sighed and strode quickly away. Even if her imbecile brother wasn’t smart enough to lock it, they’d still be trapped when the water rose.

She was eager for the next portion of her mission.

She arrived at the alpha’s house and let herself right in the front door. Duggan jumped up from his sofa in the study

“What the hell do you want, Stephanie? Why are you waltzing into my house uninvited?”

“Am I uninvited, Duggan?” She draped her hand over his muscular shoulder.

He slapped it away. “Yes, you are. What games are you playing?” he asked.

“Just as well. Since your brother fucks me now. I have to say, I much preferred you.”

Duggan’s eyes narrowed. “Where is Jonathan? And where is my mate?”

“I have them both,” she said calmly.

“Why?”

“Really, you have to ask? Because your little brother dominated and humiliated me. And your mate took what belongs to me. She took you and all that your position entails.”

“I never belonged to you. And you never had a position in my household. You were just a fuck, Stephanie. Nothing more. Don’t make it worse on yourself. Tell me where they are.”

“I don’t think so. I will let you have a choice, since you let me have a choice at accepting Jonathan’s challenge. Your choice is to choose whose life you prefer. Ellie or Jonathan.”

“You can’t be serious. Are you insane? I will hunt you down and wipe every blood relation of yours off the face of the earth if you don’t tell me where they are right now.”

“You get to choose, Duggan,” Stephanie said coldly. “Ellie or Jonathan. You can only save one, so make your choice.”

“How do I know you’re letting me have a real choice? How do I know you won’t kill them both?”

“You don’t. I guess you’ll just have to trust me. But do it quickly, because I can give you the location of one. While you rescue that one, the other will die.”

“How do you think you’ll get away with this? I’m going to hunt you down and shatter every bone in your neck without blinking.”

“Ahh, ahh, ahh. You wouldn’t want to choose your little mate’s life, only to find her impregnated by another wolf, would you? I understand humans are pretty fertile. Would it drive you insane for nine months? To smell another on her, one not of your blood? What would happen to your relationship if she struggled through labor, loving her little half-human runt, and then you lost control and ate it one full moon?” She grinned evilly at the thought and Duggan felt nauseous at her obvious insanity. “Better yet, what would happen if you chose to save her and I had your own brother impregnate her? He’d be dead and you’d be forced to live with his offspring, combined with the genes of your mate. The possibilities are endless, aren’t they? What if she suffered through labor and bled to death after the birth? You’d be forced to raise someone else’s brat. You could never turn away an innocent child with Ellie’s genes.”

“You’re sick.” It was all he could think of to say. He was trying to stall for time, trying to let her ramble while his mind frantically searched for a way out. He’d have to choose Ellie of course and Stephanie knew it. Ellie was human, frail and at least Jonathan had wolf strength. If he were unable to change, he’d have male human strength at the very least.

Yet Duggan was torn. The baby brother he’d loved and protected all his life or the other half of his soul?

Ellie woke to the sounds of silence. It was so quiet that she thought something was wrong with her hearing at first. The air around her could best be described as a vacuum, sucking her senses from her.

She immediately remembered what was wrong. Stephanie and her halfwit brother, tossing her and a drugged Jonathan into a cave after locking Jonathan in silver chains.

Ellie had no idea that Stephanie had a mentally challenged twin. She wouldn’t be able to reason with him, he wasn’t fully aware of what he was doing. He’d been trained to simply follow instructions and in this case was following his sister’s.

She looked at her surroundings. She was at one end of the cave with silver shackles and quite a length of chain around her wrists. So she could strangle herself to avoid her rape, Stephanie had told her. Jonathan was on a small ledge of rock, almost like a single-person bunk bed. He was wrapped heavily in silver chains and still unconscious.

It wasn’t necessary to use silver on her. A simple chain would hold her just as well. But since silver was what werewolves used to subdue other wolves, perhaps that could work to her advantage?

The cave was slowly filling with water. It was freezing cold and Ellie realized why Jonathan was on the ledge and she was on the ground. She also knew why Stephanie suggested strangling herself before her brother raped her. Stephanie was keeping Jonathan alive while trying to get rid of her.

Sitting on the floor of the cave, she waited until the water nearly reached her waist. Panic was rising with the cold and she fought the urge to climb on top of Jonathan to avoid the rest of the bitter freeze. Ellie took a deep breath. If she wanted to save herself and Jonathan, it was up to her because calling out wasn’t waking him.

She positioned herself under Jonathan’s ledge of rock. She sat there and she spread her legs on either side of her.

“Alexander,” she yelled.

He ambled over to the front of the cage, where a heavy makeshift barred door had been wedged into the rock. He wore thigh-high rubber wading boots. How deep would the water rise?

He looked at her curiously.

“Alexander, Stephanie said you were supposed to make a baby in me.”

Ellie let her shackled hands wander suggestively over her body. Alexander looked at her in disgust. “I only like doing that when women scream and try to fight me off.”

Ellie’s hands froze. She was going about this the wrong way. Alexander started to lumber back, his heavy feet treading through the water.

“Wait! Wait. Didn’t Stephanie tell you? I’m human. I scream. And fight, lots.”

He paused. “Humans don’t fight like werewolves.”

“But you get in trouble doing this with werewolves, don’t you? It isn’t safe. But here’s a human right here and no one will ever know.”

His slow brain fought to work out her reasoning. And then he gave up and just reacted. Exactly the way she hoped for.

He unlocked the heavy door and had to push it against the rising water in the room. He waded over to her and kneeled, never noticing he’d left the door open.

He grabbed her thighs, jerking them apart and pulling toward him simultaneously. Ellie brought her chained arms up and over his head, wrapping her arms around his back.

He looked at her slowly. Trying to make sense of what her chained embrace meant.

But now that he was in her embrace, what little werewolf strength he hadn’t given to Stephanie was weakened to a human status that he didn’t even realize. Although he was still big and bulky and at least a hundred pounds heavier than her.

So she lifted one arm a little higher, grabbed a chain that was wrapped around Jonathan and slammed herself against his bunk at the same time she jerked him.

His unconscious body rolled off the ledge and directly onto Alexander. Ellie had a split second to shift or she’d be crushed under both of them.

Alexander struggled but the shock of Jonathan rolling onto him and pushing his head under water stunned him. He sank as he struggled and then realized that his strength was gone, sapped by the silver around his shoulders.

Jonathan woke up when his face hit the icy cold water. He raised his head, gasping, and saw Ellie take a deep breath before her head went under.

He was on top of someone and he fought instinctively, although he was weakened. His drugged brain slowly cleared and he became aware of Ellie trying desperately to keep Alexander’s head submerged.

Alexander stopped struggling. Ellie pulled her head from the water, gasping for air.

Jonathan arched his back, trying to hold his own head up out of the rising water.

“Jonathan! I have to get my arms out from around him. Then I’ll get your chains off you.”

She wiggled and Jonathan rolled off Alexander’s body. Her arms lifted from around his shoulders easily but Jonathan slipped into the water.

And then his head was being lifted from it.

“Oh no you don’t. I didn’t go through all that to have you go under that easily.” She lifted a round of chains over his head and the rest were loosened enough that he could stand while the chains sank to his feet. Although the ends of the chains were still shackled at his wrists and ankles, at least he didn’t have the entire silver binding over and throughout his body.

“Now what?” He growled. “I can’t change and I’m too weak to break silver shackles off us. You’re too weak to break metal of any kind.”

She smiled, although it was a bit grimly. “We weaklings use our brains, Wolf Man.”

She fumbled with Alexander, trying to get her frozen stiff fingers into his wet pockets until she produced a key.

Jonathan watched in stunned silence. “Ohmigod, Ellie. A key? I could kiss you.”

She puckered her blue lips and he touched his to hers. Then she unlocked the shackles at his wrists.

“Sit on the ledge and let the strength return to your arms. Put your feet up and I’ll unshackle your ankles.”

He was amazed at how far Ellie had come from when he’d met her. She worked relentlessly, her cheeks pink from the icy water and her cold little nipples jutted out from the cold wet silk of her nightgown. He was so relieved that she was going to be all right that he thought about taking it into his mouth to warm it up. Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure his mouth was all that much warmer than her nipple.

“We need to get you some clothes,” he said in a husky voice.

She grinned at the sudden deepness in his tone and he swore her nipples puckered more.

When he was unshackled, she sat on his lap and worked the key into the shackles at her own ankles. Jonathan wrapped his cold arms around her, trying to give her a little bit of warmth as her blue fingers fumbled. His werewolf temperature was rising, heating them both slowly.

“Is the water sinking farther down?”

“It’s definitely not rising any higher,” she answered as the lock clinked in the ankle shackles. She kicked them off and squirmed in his lap, bringing her wrists to him for unlocking. “Sorry you have to touch the silver again. I guess that’ll delay your change, huh?”

“I won’t be changing,” he said as he winced and took the key.

“Why not? She’ll be back for you soon. And she’ll see that we’ve escaped. We can catch her.”

“I can’t change, Ellie. You know how primitive we get in that form. If I change, all that will be on my brain is bending you over.”

“So? Do it quickly, get it over with and then we can get her.”

“I can’t ever have you like that. I would lock in past the swell. Remember?”

“Okay. Then what now?”

“We have two choices. We wait for her or we just get you to safety. I’m thinking Duggan would prefer the latter.”

“She’ll get away.”

“We don’t know that she’s coming back anyway.”

“She is.”

“How do you know?”

“She was going to have Alexander rape and impregnate me. And she tried to talk me into killing myself to prevent it. That means she knows Duggan was going to pick me to save and she wanted him to find me dead. So she’s planning to come back for you to move you before he arrives.”

“But I’d be harder to move than you. I’m a full-grown heavy wolf.”

“No. You were weak as a kitten with the silver.”

“Dead weight,” he countered. “Still hard to move.”

She thought about it. “She has Alexander’s strength. And she was keeping you alive. That’s why she had you put on the ledge where you wouldn’t drown.”

“Either way,” Jonathan said, standing with her still on his lap, “I’m getting you out of here. You can ride like this, with your legs wrapped around my waist,” he pushed the front of her gown up, touching her slit as he did so, “or I can flip you over my shoulder if you struggle. Much more uncomfortable but I’ll get your sweet ass near my face.”

“I hate when you get all macho. I have that with Duggan.”

Jonathan just smiled as he strode from the cave, cupping her buttocks and holding her tightly against him.

* * * * *

“So what’s the choice, Alpha? Brother you’ve known all your life, or weak human girl you’ve just met?”

“My mate, Stephanie. She’s my mate.”

“Is that who you will save then?”

“That’s the choice you seem to want me to make. Why is that?”

“Because she thinks I’ve been raped and killed.” Both heads swiveled toward Ellie’s muffled voice as Jonathan strode into the room, blocking the entrance.

Duggan was standing near the window. Stephanie was trapped between them all.

Jonathan stood blocking the entrance and looked at Duggan. “It’s all right, Duggan. I’ve got her. She’s safe, just cold.”

His hands rubbed up and down her back as he spoke and then he let them wander suggestively over her buttocks. He met Stephanie’s shocked gaze and he let his touch become even softer, loving.

Ellie mewled in his arms and kissed the side of his neck.

Jonathan turned his head toward her and gave her a passionate kiss. “Go to your mate, Ellie. I need to take care of my own submissive.”

Ellie slid down the length of his body and walked toward Duggan, who enfolded her cold body in his strong, warm arms. He grabbed a handful of long red hair and tugged, gently bringing her face up. He kissed her just as passionately as Jonathan had.

“Did you really think Duggan would choose between us?” Jonathan asked a dumbfounded Stephanie.

He let Duggan finish kissing Ellie before he spoke again. This time to his brother. “You know I can’t force myself to fuck her anymore.”

“I know.”

“I’m going to take her outside and rip her spine out of her ass.”

Ellie shivered. Then she realized that Stephanie wouldn’t be allowed to live now that she’d been told about the three of them.

Jonathan looked at her and then let his change come. In just a couple of minutes, it was done. He grabbed Stephanie’s arm, yanking her from the room. She opened her mouth once, just once, and closed it at the look from Jonathan.

“Not one word to scare Ellie. Not a scream, not any pleas. Or I’ll rip your tongue out right here.”

Duggan didn’t wait for the result. He lifted a weak-kneed Ellie and carried her from the room.

Ellie awoke early the next morning. She showered quickly, heading downstairs to find Duggan.

Both he and Jonathan were in the study. She kissed Jonathan quickly, for he was closer but then curled on Duggan’s lap, kissing him more thoroughly.

“Is she gone?” Ellie whispered.

“Yes,” Duggan answered.

There was silence for a minute. Ellie wasn’t sure how she felt. There was so much violence that they took for granted. Yet, on the upside, there was so much loving and good sex that she got whenever she wanted.

“How’d she get so strong?”

“She and Alexander were twins. No one even knew much about Alexander. He was never brought out in the community. His parents were ashamed of his mental deficiency, so he was raised to follow instructions, to be a work horse. The first time Jonathan dominated her, she realized how much strength he had that was hidden. She thought about a way to steal Alexander’s strength.”

Jonathan spoke next. “I think it was a fluke. I think his diminished brain capacity gave him different abilities, like an autistic child makes up for being different with other enhanced abilities. Alexander was able to give Stephanie his strength, much like an Alpha King can share his own.”

“The whole thing makes me sick. I wish I could put it all behind me,” she interjected.

“Ellie, my love. Let Jonathan and me help you forget for just a little while.”

“Now?”

“Now.”

“I’m not really in the mood.”

“You don’t have to be. Really. Just let the two of us worship your body.”

He pulled her to her feet and slipped the silk from her shoulders. It pooled at her waist, baring lovely breasts to him. Her back was toward Jonathan and she felt him rise and approach her from behind.

His arms wrapped around her, cupping her breasts gently. He lifted one, offering it to Duggan’s mouth.

Duggan didn’t need any encouragement. He took the breast and loved her nipple with his tongue as his brother held it.

Ellie felt a shudder run through her body, ending in the heat between her thighs. So much for not being in the mood.

They led her to the wide sofa, where she sat bare-breasted. And then she had two dark-haired heads at her breasts, sucking simultaneously.

The delicious feelings sparked in her breasts made her breathing heavy, her heart race. They sucked for long moments and then she tugged the silk from the rest of her body. It clung stubbornly, damp between her thighs.

Duggan pushed her back onto the sofa and lifted one leg over the back. He latched onto her wet pussy and ate her as Jonathan continued sucking her nipples. Both suckings continued, growing fiercer and fiercer, until Ellie came, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body.

Still, they weren’t finished. When she’d come and her body was still sensitive and swollen, Jonathan slid his jutting cock into her hot pussy. It was heavenly, as he stroked her tender G-spot with the bulbous head on his heavy erection. He gripped her hips, pulling her in to him and releasing, giving a little jerk that rubbed and dipped into her spot.

Duggan kissed her, his tongue dipping in and around her mouth. He reached down with his hand and pulled her pussy lips away from her body, exposing her clit to the air. She started to stiffen and began to thrust her hips.

Jonathan pulled out. She looked at him questioningly and Duggan sat on the sofa. Jonathan positioned her to straddle Duggan’s thicker, heavier cock and she slowly took that one into her pussy. It would fill her up.

When it was inserted fully, Duggan scooted farther down onto the sofa, forcing Ellie to lean forward, her ass in the air.

And then slowly, tenderly, Jonathan brought his slick cock to her ass. He inched his way in as she gasped and looked into Duggan’s knowing eyes, her own matching eyes heavy with lust.

They were both in her together and it was incredible. “If anyone moves, I’ll shatter. I’ll come, I can’t help myself,” she whispered erotically.

Jonathan pulled away slowly, so slowly. And then, as he reinserted his cock, Duggan pulled his out just as slowly. Soon they were rocking, a slow steady rhythm.

A rhythm that was too much for her body. She came, as she warned them she would. She came violently, clenching her ass and her pussy around their tight cocks. Squeezing and milking them alternately and forcing them to come deep inside her too, twin floods of hot cum soaking her body.

She screamed, the feminine sound of pleasure erotic to the ears of the two men fucking her. Duggan growled and Jonathan grunted his own release.

They were still for just a minute, a quiet recovery time, while Jonathan slid from her ever so gently.

Duggan looked into her eyes and began thrusting his hips, making his cock swell. It filled her tender cavity and touching parts of her deep inside, filling her to capacity.

Jonathan sat back on the couch, bringing Ellie with him, an arm pressed just under her breasts. Duggan came forward also and fucked her hard and deep. He came again, flooding her with hot cum, the heat alone triggering another explosion inside her. His cock was locked inside her, exploding more and more, great gusts of molten lava consuming her as his body shuddered helplessly.

“I’d prefer a little girl with red hair, my love.”

Jonathan nuzzled the side of her neck, kissing tenderly, while Duggan impregnated his mate.

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