Zoe Perdita Savage wolf mate 06 wolfmate

Savage Wolf Pack:

Wolf Mate

By Zoe Perdita

Published by Eccentric Erotica

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I'm leaning against the kitchen counter in the Lowell brother's house as they cook dinner and we have, another, informal meeting. Even

though Yuri is the alpha of their pack, he seems to be on a power rush lately when it comes to calling meetings. I hope this isn’t how it always is.

Dmitri stands across the room from me coating some chicken in marinade for the grill and smirks whenever he catches my eye. My stomach

does that weird little flip again as I take in his broad shoulders and forest green eyes. He's as handsome as most of the other pack members are
pretty, and he's my mate. God. I never thought I'd feel content thinking that. My life mate.

Yuri crosses his arms over his bare chest, his pale, toned skin flawless. Black hair falls over his shoulders and the evening sun illuminates

shades of brown and red in his midnight mane. "Tomorrow. You should join the pack tomorrow, Sammy," he says with his slight Russian accent.

I open my mouth to speak, but Alexei cuts me off. "And what about the white wolf? When are we going to deal with him?" the second oldest

Lowell brother asks. His dirty blonde hair is cut short, similar to Dmitri's, and his broad frame is similar as well. The strong Russian nose and rough
cut of his jaw also reminds me of Dmitri- too handsome and manly to be as pretty as their other brothers.

"What’s there to deal with? If we all claim Sammy, the white wolf won't have a right," Nikolai says and brushes his dark hair off his shoulders.

He looks startlingly like Yuri in every way except his eyes aren't as bright blue as his older brother’s, but more of a deep fathomless blue like the
ocean.

"He never had a right since I claimed Sammy first," Dmitri says and brushes more barbecue sauce on the chicken.

Pasha, the youngest, looks up from chopping vegetables for the salad. "Shouldn't we let Sammy decide?"

For a moment, the kitchen is so quiet I swear I can hear every brother's heart beating in their chest, as well as some kids playing down the

road. Everyone looks at their feet, avoiding my eyes, except Pasha. He smiles at me across the kitchen; his pale blond hair and fair skin make him
stand out even more than the other Lowell brothers.

We’ve had this discussion several times. How they're overprotectiveness drove me away- although that's really only part of the story. But they

did admit they needed to let me in on the decision-making, especially since I'm a werewolf now too.

"Fine. I'll join your pack tomorrow. You can all claim me or whatever. But I'll deal with the white wolf on my own."

The room erupts in a chorus of Russian and English and I only catch snippets of what's actually being said- most of it out right refusal.

"After what he did?" Yuri growls as the other brothers slowly calm down. Although everyone still bears their teeth at the absent antagonist.

"He cured me," I say simply and glance around the room. This time only Alexei, Nikolai and Pasha lower their eyes. Dmitri and Yuri both hold

my steady gaze.

I can't explain it. And I know it will take them a long time to accept it, but no matter what else Caleb did I owe him my gratitude. Being wolf's

bait, while exciting, burdened me more than anything else in my life. I had no choice when it came to werewolves- they all got me horny as fuck and I
had the same effect on them. It made me doubt my own feelings and run away from my best friend. But now I'm free, and strangely lighter- happier-
than I ever thought I could be. My parents, I think, would be proud.

Dmitri grits his teeth and I can tell he wants to say something, but Yuri speaks first. "He can still hurt you."

I bite back a sarcastic retort; I know they're concerned because they care about me. "What else is he going to do that he hasn't already

done?" I ask since they know the whole truth about what happened when I was the white wolf's prisoner.

Dmitri's face flushes crimson, and he slams his fist on the counter. How can I explain? I just don't think he'd hurt me, but I doubt any of the

Lowell brothers would believe that. Not after Caleb faked my death and held captive me for nearly three weeks.

"No," my lover says firmly, his face almost the same rusty red as his hair.

Every instinct I have tells me to fight back, push away. My heart pounds in my chest and blood rushes to my ears- but we can't all be the

angry one. Instead, I sigh. "If you want me to join your pack you can't always tell me what to do. I get to make my own decisions. We leave Caleb
alone. That's how we deal with him."

All five pack members stare at me, and I stare back. While there was a time when I would have either crumpled under their gaze or fled, now

I do neither. If I’m going to be a member of this crazy Eurasian wolf pack, I have to learn to hold my ground inside it.

"Leave him alone?” Alexei balks, "what if he comes after you again?"

The same question is echoed in every Lowell brother's face. I really can't blame them. This fear they've been harboring for years- this idea

that the white wolf wants to claim me- it's hard to let go. Even after I told them his true intentions.

"He no longer has a reason to come after me. His goal's complete," I say and grab the pan of chicken from the counter. "Now can we start

the barbecue or what? Someone needs to explain to me how this claiming ritual goes down."

Pasha smiles and grips onto my shoulder. "I'll start the grill," he says and the other pack members follow us outside.

Looking over the golden fields of wheat toward the eastern mountains, I sigh. I hope the brothers don't mind this one last lie because I have

to see Caleb before they claim me. And I know they won’t let me go if I tell them.

We feast on meat and beer and other goodies until well after the sun dips behind the mountains to the west. The sky twinkles with evening

stars, lighting up the dark purple mantle. The new moon peaks from behind a brush of clouds, and I feel the tug of the wild, the urge to change,
engulf my body.

Unfortunately, every Lowell brother was born a werewolf and not bitten. As far as I can tell there's a slight difference, and they don't really

understand my particular control issues. I hope Caleb has some advice, at least.

I smell Yuri's sensual musk right before his hand grasps my shoulder, squeezing it gently. "We don't all have to claim you if you don't want it,

Sammy," he says through tightly gritted teeth.

Glancing at him, I notice the pained expression on his face, like the look my mother got when Dmitri and I decided to cut down all her tulips

and daffodils for Mother's Day bouquets.

"What makes you think I don't want it?" I don't say it just to see him squirm, although it's a bonus, but I really do want to know.

He sighs and pushes the long dark hair from his forehead, tucking it behind his ear. "I know you love our brother."

At least the darkness hides my flushed cheeks. "Does Dmitri want you to claim me?"

Yuri looks at me, his bright blue eyes shining in the shadows of the night. "He left it up to you."

A smile creeps over my lips. Even if it took them a while, at least the Lowell brothers are starting to understand the idea of personal freedom.

"I think a better question is do you still want me now that I'm a werewolf?"

The alpha wolf furrows his brow. "Why wouldn't we want you, Sammy? We've always wanted you, wolf's bait or not."

My stomach flips about ten times all at once and I hope, feverishly, wolves don't have some weird heat vision I don't know about. "I already

said you can claim me, didn't I? I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it. But I still don't know what goes on during the ritual."

Hints of his fangs glint in the darkness. "You'll have to wait until tomorrow to find out."

Anticipation gathers on my skin like static electricity, and I nod. Suddenly, tomorrow can't come fast enough.

***

I sneak away from the pack the next morning under the guise of buying groceries. The brothers all cast me glances rich with worry, but they

don't say anything. Good. Maybe they finally understand I can take care of myself. Hell, I'm a werewolf now too. I can't blame them for worrying, and
knowing what I'm about to do leaves a sick hole in my stomach. But they won't let me see Caleb alone- or at all- so telling them is pointless.

"Anything you need me to pick up?" I ask Dmitri and fiddle with my keys to avoid looking into his eyes.

He grips onto my hand like he's never going to let go, and my heart aches. I don't know what I would do if I went through the roller coaster of

emotions he's faced these last couple of weeks. If I thought he was dead- I can't even think about it.

"Just be safe," he says and the little line of worry between his brows, the one that wasn't there until I disappeared, crinkles.

"I will. I promise." And I have every intention of keeping my word.

Thankfully, my car is fixed so I didn't have to borrow one of their trucks. Once I hit the main road, I turn toward the mountain instead of back to

town.

The idea of joining their pack prickles at the back of my mind. It's kind of like a wolf wedding without the spectacle and party afterwards.

Weird thing is I'm not nervous at all. In fact, the only sense of unease I have is facing Caleb again. But if I don't do it now I may never have the
chance.

It's not hard to retrace my steps, even though I was pissed off the day I ran into him. Driving up towards the mountain, I see his inconspicuous

mailbox and the little gravel driveway that leads to his house. I turn into it and stop, taking a deep breath to steal my nerves. At least his truck is
here. Then I climb out and head towards the door. While it's only been a week since I escaped this place it feels like much, much longer.

His strong musky scent fills the wood around me, and I wonder how often he marks his territory. The Lowell brother's scent is everywhere

around their farmhouse. They even marked around my house! As of yet, I haven't had the urge just to piss in anything except a toilet.

The wooden steps creak under my tennis shoes, and my hand shakes as I raise my fist the door. Maybe I should just forget about this and

leave. What am I trying to prove? Why do I want to see him again? I should hate him. I should think he ruined my life, but I can't muster those feelings
at all.

Suddenly, the door swings open right as my knuckles hit the wood. Caleb, the white wolf, towers over me. His huge six feet five frame fills the

entire doorway, and he casts a quick look behind me, his arctic blue eyes flashing, and his proud nose moving as he sniffs the air. Then he glances
down at me. "What are you doing here alone?" he sounds almost as incredulous as the Lowell brothers.

I frown and square my shoulders. "We need to talk."

His eyes narrow, and I notice the bandage wrapped around his bare shoulder and arm. Probably from the bite I gave him when I was a wolf

and couldn't control myself.

"Fine," he says and opens the door wide, stepping out of the way.

Maybe I'm an idiot for walking in voluntarily, but I can't worry about that now. He points a blunt finger at the kitchen table, and I sit down. I

hardly remember this room at all since I spent most of my time here in the bedroom with the dusty blue curtains.

"Water or iced tea?" he asks and sets a glass on the table next to his own.

"Water’s fine."

After he fills my glass, he sits across from me and rests his massive elbows on the table and pushes a piece of pale blonde hair across his

wide brow. He's handsome in a manly lumberjack kind way- if lumberjacks looked like Nordic gods. Thankfully, I no longer feel the ache of desire
that I did before. The wolf's bait curse is cleared from my blood- the curse he knows better than anyone.

"How’s your arm?" I ask lamely.

He runs a big hand over the bandage. "Healing fine. You have quite the bite."

"You’re one to talk," I say and rub at my healed side.

The hint of the smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Did you come out here to warn me, Sam? I know those Russians want my head. Or

were you planning on taking care of me yourself?" he asks and raises an eyebrow in the particular way he has.

I wrap my hands around the glass of water, the coolness of it seeping into my skin. "No. I came to thank you."

Caleb widens his eyes and both brows shoot up. "Thank me? For what?"

Does he know and he just wants me to say it or is he really unaware? "You know. You cured me."

He takes a long sip his iced tea and considers me with an icy stare. "You came all the way out here for that? I don't buy it."

I sigh and narrow my eyes. "That was part of it. I also wanted to ask you a few questions about what it's like to be a wolf changeling- or

whatever they call it."

"You want my help?" A note of amusement colors his voice.

"Advice. You did bite me after all. It's the least you could do," I say and cross my arms. Why does this bastard have to make everything so

difficult?

He laughs, his whole chest rumbling, and runs his thick fingers through his hair. "Your little pack doesn't know you're here, do they?"

"Let’s just say they're not your biggest fans. I insisted they leave you alone though. You have a right to your own life without their interference

as long as you don't interfere with ours."

He raises his eyebrow again and nods. "I've seen a few changes in my day, but most men don't get calmer after they turn."

"It’s not being a werewolf that changed me. It was seeing Dmitri and the other Lowell brothers again. I realized something I'd known all along,

that's it."

He studies me for a moment like I'm some puzzle he's trying to figure out. "Okay, Sam. Ask away."

Shit. Now that the moment is here my mouth dries up. I sip my water and clear my throat. Hopefully, he won’t think my questions are stupid.

“Will I go crazy every time I change?”

“No. It evens out over time. The first time you change is the worst. I’m actually not sure myself why it happens- maybe the body just isn’t used

to the strain.”

“How long does it take?” I ask. The idea of what I did- what I could do as a wild beast- still sends stabs of fear coursing through my veins.

What if I got ahold of a human? Or someone’s pet?

He shrugs his massive shoulders. “I’m not sure. To tell you the truth, I moved a lot after I changed. Finally settled up here because there was

less of a chance I’d bite someone’s face off. A few months, maybe?”

I nod slowly. Dmitri and the others will have to take me out before the full moon and keep an eye on me. I hope they don’t mind monthly

camping trips. “How do I change on my own? Will I still go crazy if I try?”

Caleb smiles, his pale eyes shining. “You feel the tug, don’t you? It seems stronger at night, but you can change any time you want. Just give

into the beast and you’ll shift. Of course, you might want to take off your clothes so you don’t rip them to shreds. And make sure you aren’t in public.”

“Right. Bystanders probably wouldn’t like that.”

“Probably not,” he says.

I take a sip of water. “What about wolf hunters? How common are they?”

He shrugs. “Hell if I know. Honestly, I’ve only ever seen one, but I’ve heard stories so I know more are out there. I doubt you’ll have to worry if

you stick around these parts. From what I know, they only hunt wolves in high population areas.”

The outskirts of Spokane certainly aren’t highly populated. “Did you mention something else about were-creatures or did I dream that?”

Caleb chuckles. “No, they exist too. But like hunters you don’t have to worry about them. Most species keep to themselves, as far as I can

tell. I know a few were-bears and were-lions who live around here, oh, and a family of were-raccoons, but they won’t mess with an established wolf
pack.”

Were-bears, lions and raccoons, oh my? “What about lone wolves? Do they mess with you?”

“Bears and lions are solitary by nature. We don’t bother each other- just like the animals in the forest.”

It’s a lot to take in, even though I’ve heard it before. Figuring out this new world is going to take a while, but at least I have a whole pack to

guide me.

“Any other questions?” he asks and gulps the rest of his tea.

I swallow the lump in my throat and look him straight in the eye. “You didn’t want to claim me, did you?” I’m not sure why I have to ask, but

something drives to do it. To be sure the Lowell brothers are wrong about him.

Caleb raises an eyebrow. “And put up with you as a mate? Why would I want that? I told you why I marked you- why I bit you. If you want to go

back to that Eurasian pack there’s nothing I can do about it anymore. I just hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

I smile, my heart dancing in my chest. Five loud, Russian brothers all clamoring over me as their mate? I can’t wait. “Yeah, I know and it’s

what I want. Thanks for the water,” I say and stand up.

The white wolf nods and stands, ushering me back to the front door. As I turn to go, I glance at him one last time and catch the shadow of a

frown on his lips. He must be lonely, living out here all by himself. I hope, deep in my heart, he too finds a mate someday- someone he can put up
with.

For authenticities sake, I stop by the grocery store before I head home. It’s not like we couldn’t use more food with six hungry wolves to feed.

As I pull up in the dusty driveway, the afternoon sun beating down with ferocity on the big farmhouse, I notice Dmitri on the porch with Nikolai. The
both stand when they see my car, their game of chess forgotten.

“What took you so long?” Dmitri demands and rushes toward me. Like usual, neither brother bothered to put on a shirt in the hot weather.

The muscles tense beneath his broad frame as I hand him a bag and smile. Too bad I can’t get rid of that little line of worry on his brow.

“The store was crowded. Don’t you two have jobs?” I ask and pick up a couple bags myself.

“Day off,” Nikolai says and narrows his eyes. Can they smell Caleb on me even if I didn’t touch the man?

“What do you do anyway?” I ask and look at the acres of farmland surrounding us. I know they still plant and harvest, but there’s not a whole

lot of money in farming. Plus, sometimes they’re gone for hours at a time.

“We have a business in town,” Dmitri says as we walk toward the house. “A Russian grocery store. Do you want to work there too?”

“No, I can find my own work. I think I’m going to try writing again, actually.” I might as well put my expensive degree to use now that I have a

story to tell.

After we unpack the groceries, Dmitri wraps his arms around me from behind, his lips pressing into my neck. “I was worried,” he rumbles.

“Sorry, love,” I say and pat his hands as they grip onto my chest. Just the slightest touch makes my groin fill with need.

Nikolai smirks slightly from the kitchen table. “We need to wait until tonight.”

I sigh and nod, my skin tingling with the excitement of the evening to come. “Fine. Let’s play chess then.”

***

We all gather outside after dinner. A cooling night breeze blows across my sweat-streaked flesh, and the bright sliver of moon begs me to

transform into a wolf. The only sounds surrounding us are the songs of crickets and the rustle of wind through the wheat fields. I grip my hands into
fists and glance at Yuri. He has the look on his face he gets when he’s about to speak.

“Sammy, we’re going to claim you as our mate for life. You will be a full fledged member of our pack and our lover, an equal among us,” he

says.

Beside me, Dmitri wraps his fingers over my fist and smiles, his eyes shining points of green light in the darkness. I wonder if my eyes glow

like that too even though they’re brown and not startling or lovely.

“So how does this work?” I ask, my whole body trembling in anticipation. I understand the concept of claiming as Dmitri and I both claimed

each other already, but how does it work with the pack? I hope they has plenty of lube.

Yuri’s canines glint in the shadows of the night. “First we transform.”

I follow his lead and strip off my pants and boxers, thankful our farms are spread far enough apart from the neighbors so they can’t see

what’s happening. Taking a deep breath, I look at the moon and let the urge take over my body, bending and breaking as I transform. The pain isn’t
as intense this time, and only a slight ache is left once I’m fully in wolf form.

Smells and sounds jump out at me, the beating of the pack’s hearts thumping in time with mine as we turn toward the mountains and run.

Miles of farmland disappear under our paws, the whisper of wheat tickling our fur as we head to the freedom of the wilderness.

Open fields turn into the thick woods; pine needles and old branches cracking under foot as we charge into the forest. Finally, we come to a

clearing with a thick carpet of moss and a new backpack leaning against a tree. An old fire pit sits in the middle with a log next to it. This is the
place Dmitri tried to claim me all those years ago- the place Caleb ruined my best friend’s plans by scratching me instead.

Suddenly, Yuri transforms back into a human and the other Lowell brothers follow. I close my eyes and focus on my human form, willing the

moon to let me out of her spell, and howl as my body shifts back.

Smiling, Dmitri and Pasha help me to my feet.

“I thought this would be the most suitable place,” Yuri says, his eyes flashing with mischief as he stands nude and gorgeous in the darkness.

His lithe form, all slender muscle, pulses with need just like the other Lowell brothers.

“It’s perfect,” I say and rub the back of my neck. It’s going to take me a while to get used to changing like that, but it’s worth it for this- for

them.

I glance at the men surrounding me, the thick scent of their musk mixing with the moisture of the forest, enticing me in ways I never knew

possible. While I half expected Yuri to take the lead, he steps back as Dmitri plants a scorching kiss on my shoulder. Smiling at my best friend, I run
my fingers through his rusty hair, the same color as mine, and lean into his powerful shoulder.

Arms snake around me from behind, the heat of Nikolai’s lanky chest pressing into my back as his lips burn a trail of desire across my neck.

Each touch of his lips is followed by the flick of his talented tongue. I gasp, my heart racing in my chest. So this is how they’re all going to claim me?
Can’t say I’m complaining.

Pasha leans in from the front and his pale slender form, shorter than his older brothers, almost shines in the dim starlight. He kisses me, his

delicate lips teasing mine with each caress. Gently, he flicks his tongue out to mingle with mine, and I grip onto his shoulders tightly, pulling his slick
body against my own.

Both Nikolai’s and Pasha’s hearts slam against my back and chest, beating in time with mine. Slowly, the youngest Lowell brother trails off

my lips, his tender kisses traversing my neck as the hardness of his erection presses into my cock. I really must be the luckiest guy alive right now.

From behind, Nikolai’s lips sear a path down the center of my back, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I’m sure they’ll bruise. And I don’t

really care. I lean into Pasha, his spicy musk and velvety skin adding to the pool of my desire, and wrap my fingers around his member. The round
head, slick with pre-come beats in my hand, and a muffled moan escapes his full lips as I stroke him.

“Sammy,” he gasps and nips at the tender flesh of my neck.

Then Nikolai spreads my ass cheeks wide, the night air chilling my flesh, as he blows across my puckered entrance. Closing my eyes, I

focus on each individual sensation; my body drowning in desire for the men surrounding me- my lovers, my mates- how did I live so long without
them? Without this?

Someone must have handed Nikolai the lube because a slick finger nudges my ass, stretching my tight hole wide. It slips inside and tickles

my tight bundle of nerves until I growl in pleasure.

Pasha grins up at me, his canines sharp, and laps at my hard nipples before taking one in his teeth and pulling it sharply. Fuck!

A hand turns my head to the side and Dmitri’s lips mash against mine, his skin feverishly hot. Our tongues dance together, my breath

ragged, as the heat of Pasha’s mouth engulfs my throbbing cock. His lips wrap around it perfectly, the combination of tongue and teeth exciting
every nerve in my body. How am I supposed to last through all five of them? Shit!

With a fumbling hand, I reach for Dmitri’s hardness pressed against my thigh and grip it. Each pump makes him hiss, his mouth assaulting

mine with passionate kisses. At least I have some measure of control. Or maybe this is about me not having any control- giving it up to my pack
members- the men I trust with my life and limbs.

Another finger slips into my ass, and I gasp again.

“Fuck me,” I moan into Dmitri’s mouth, my free hand gripping onto Pasha’s shoulder until I’m sure it bruises. This is so much different from

when I was still wolf’s bait. My body still burns with need, but this time I understand it, have some say in it. And that makes it so much better.

Nikolai pushes me forward, and obediently I bend over, knees on the ground and ass in the air. Pasha’s perfect mouth slips off my dick with

a pop as I lean down. Good. Now it’s his turn.

Just as I lick the rounded head of Pasha’s member, Nikolai’s blunt shaft slides inside. The heat of his pounding member beating in time with

my heart, my soul. Fingers tangle in my hair, and it doesn’t really matter anymore who they belong too. They’re all my mates. I belong to all of them
and they all belong to me.

Opening wide, I lick and suck Pasha’s member, each taste makes him whimper for more. I feel the same way. Nikolai’s eager thrusts bring

countless moan to my lips, my balls aching for the sweet surrender. I squeeze my lips, flick my tongue. Fuck!

Then warmth of Nikolai’s come fills me up. A rumbling growl reverberates through my body as he groans with his release.

“Pasha next,” Yuri says from somewhere far away. In the back of my lust-ridden mind I wish he’d come closer and join in.

A hand stokes my cheek and I notice Dmitri still by my side, his green eyes bright in the darkness. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I pant as sweat slick fingers grip onto my hips.

“You don’t have to be so careful with him- he’s not made of porcelain,” Alexei says, and I turn my head to look at him. His hands on his broad,

muscular hips and his engorged shaft weeping with pent up lust.

Yuri chuckles and pushes Alexei toward me, the second oldest Lowell brother stumbling across the pine needles and moss. “Why don’t you

join the fun?” the alpha asks.

My mouth is the only thing I can use at the moment, so I taste Alexei’s head. The salty fluid dripping from his enflamed shaft fills my body with

need. His fingers, slender and long, pull at my hair until his cock is buried to hilt in my throat. Fuck. I never knew I’d like this so much!

Suddenly, Pasha eases himself inside, his breathy moans mingling with Alexei’s. Someone, probably Dmitri, peppers my back with kisses.

Each delicate thrust of Pasha’s throbbing shaft urges me forward onto Alexei’s turgid member. He’s gentler than his brothers, and it suits his

personality just fine. That’s the good thing about multiple mates- one for every mood.

My balls ache, my cock so hard it might burst at any second, but a hand grips the base and holds me off, at least for now. Fuck me!

A startling warmth floods my hungry body, and Pasha gasps as he plunges into me a couple more times. The slick squish of come filling me

with each thrust.

I squirm under Dmitri’s hand, my mouth clamped tightly around Alexei, and wonder who’s going to claim me next. I’m not sure how much

longer I can hold off.

“He’s come for all of us,” Yuri says.

The fat head of Dmitri’s cock rams into me. I cough and gasp at the impact, and Alexei pulls his throbbing member free.

“Please,” I mumble into the forest floor, my body so slick with sweat and desire I’m not sure I can handle anymore.

The grip on my cock tightens, and I whimper as my best friend ruthlessly pounds my ass. Each thrust connecting with the pleasure point

buried inside.

“Dmitri,” I moan as my lover assaults my body, shocks of electric delight shooting from my groin over my thighs and up into my chest.

Then he stokes my tumescent cock with rough precision. One. Two. Three. Each pump relieves a fraction of the pressure in my balls. Four.

Thrust. Fuck!

We come at the same time. His burning load exploding inside me as I empty my seed onto the soft forest floor. I heave, trying to breathe,

and squeeze my eyes shut as the tremors of satisfaction roll over me like waves engulfing a drowning man. I am drowning. Drowning in them.

“We’re not done yet,” Alexei growls and flips me over.

I stare into his handsome face and the silver shining points of his eyes. Behind him, the trees loom over us like watchers in the night, and the

sliver of moon peeks over them gently.

Slowly, I nod. “Yes,” I pant. “Claim me too.”

The mixture of the other brother’s come drips slowly onto the ground, and I relish the way the heat of their seed feels. Only two more mates to

go and I’ll be a fully-fledged member of the pack. But can I handle Alexei and Yuri? I hope so.

To my surprise, the second oldest Lowell brother doesn’t just shove his cock inside. Instead, he leans over me and nips at my lips, his teeth

pulling my skin until I gasp and smile. We kiss. Our mouths an inferno of lust as they press against each other. His musk invades my nose, the force
of his muscular chest holding me down as he grinds on top of me.

I grip onto his back, the skin velvety smooth and bulging with hidden strength.

His lips travel down my exposed neck, paving a path of newly discovered passion. Teeth clamp over my nipples, and I take a sharp breath.

Then another set of lips smash against mine. I don’t bother to open my eyes. I know who they belong to, and I give into the kiss as Alexei laps at my
stomach.

When he reaches my spent cock, already half hard again, his flicks his tongue over the tip just as Yuri’s long fingers stroke my check and

chest. A sharp tug of my eager flesh sends a jolt of fiery vigor through my veins. Yes. I can go again. I can go forever with them.

The burning eagerness of Alexei’s mouth engulfs me. Lips squeeze me and the gentle lapping of his rough tongue excites my body further.

My mouth lingers with Yuri’s in a fight for dominance he obviously wins. I don’t have the strength to do much but give in.

Reaching over, I take his iron like length in my hand, jerking it ruthlessly as pleasure radiates over all of us. Our bodies are slick with it. Our

eyes shine with it. And our voices cry out with it at every chance we get.

I hardly notice Alexei’s mouth slip free, his powerful hands lifting my hips as he nudges his cock inside. Each thundering thrust brings a cry to

my throat, a hungry need crawling across my flesh and bone. My fingers dig into Yuri’s shoulder, his lips still pressed passionately against mine.

Another thrust and another. Fuck! He fills me forcefully, the burning come leaking out around his buried shaft as fingers scratch at my hips

and ass.

“My turn,” Yuri growls as his younger brother pulls out.

My own member is so hard it’s curled against my stomach, begging, once again, for release.

I finally open my eyes and stare into Yuri’s bright blue eyes. They meet mine and he smiles. Not a smirk, like usual, but a real honest-to-god

smile. His face, pretty at the worst of times, looks like a of a dark angle come to take me home. Yes. Home. This is where I belong. Where I’ve
always belonged.

The lube slick head slips inside my abused ass easily and his lips sear my flesh. For the first time, I notice the other Lowell brothers standing

around us, the rainbow of their eyes shining out of the shadows and the thick musk of their scent drowning me in a world of nothing but raw desire.

They kneel around us, their hands stoking and pinching at my flesh as Yuri pounds into me ruthlessly.

Friction mounts with each thrust, each bruising penetration. The sounds I make are incomprehensible moans and huffs, my mouth no longer

capable of forming words. I flail my hands, gripping onto a knee or a shoulder or something. I can’t tell anymore.

My body aches, sings and cries out for the mercy of orgasm. How can I not want something to end yet pray for the finality of it all at once?

Fuck!

“Dmitri,” Yuri groans, and my best friend grips my cock, his urgent stokes guiding me closer and closer to the peak of my arousal.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Each strike connects with its target perfectly, and I open my eyes as wide as possible as my body trembles in time

with my completion. The gentle spurts of come land on my chest just as Yuri stiffens, his load spilling inside me.

As it mingles with his brother’s semen, a sense of completeness settles over me. Belonging. That’s it. I finally know where I belong. With

them- my pack- my life mates.

Slowly, we settle into a panting dog pile, the heat of their bodies surrounding me while the cool night air dries the sweat on our skin. Above,

the little starry pinpricks bathe us in gentle light, illuminating our pact to each other, and the sliver of moon seems to smile approvingly.

The End.

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