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VIOLET

He prowled closer. The hair lifted on the back of my neck. I fought the urge to take off running, mainly because I was currently on Simon’s knot.

A growl vibrated his large wolf body. His golden eyes were almost hypnotic with the way they caught the moonlight.

As he neared, he shuddered, and he morphed from a wolf into the beast. I huddled into Simon.

Graham lowered until his muzzle was close to my face. He sniffed my neck and made his way up to my ear. I hiked my shoulders, choking back a laugh from the ticklish sensation. He breathed out so harshly it blew my hair back.

“If you ever touch another, I will slaughter them and fuck you next to their corpse.”

Okaaaaay. I blinked up at him. Though the words came out with effort, he said it so calmly, a clear promise. I could only gawk up at him. He dropped until he was on all fours. His tongue flicked across my pebbled nipple. The sensation shot to my clit and Simon groaned, thrusting up. Slick trickled down my thighs. All their jealousy was doing was turning me on. Why did I enjoy it so damn much? I sank my teeth into my lower lip.

His throbbing cock leaked at the tip, making my mouth water.

“Graham?”

He rumbled back at me. I tugged at his fur. He cocked his head and followed my urging to get closer. He nuzzled into the dip of my throat. I shivered, my sex clamping on Simon.

I slid my hand down, combing my fingers into the shaggy fur until my knuckles brushed against a slick shaft. I wrapped my hand above his knot. His body jerked like he’d been electrocuted. He straightened his massive form and now his cock was level with my lips. I tipped my head. His focus hadn’t veered from me. Keeping my gaze on his, I leaned forward and licked the tip of his straining cock. He groaned, his head tipping back.

He was such a magnificent monster. Power clung to them naturally.

I flicked my tongue around the tip, collecting more of his seed. His taste captivated me. My eyelashes lowered, and all of my focus turned to the huge, throbbing member in my hand.

I tried my best to make my fingers wrap around him. A guttural moan left him. Liquid leaked onto my tongue and I lapped it up. Sliding down until the side of my hand met his expanding knot, I squeezed and flicked my tongue again.

My teeth rubbed against the silky flesh. Before I could pull off of him, his palm slammed my head down on his shaft, forcing his tip against the back of my throat. His head tipped back. He liked when I used my teeth?

Experimentally, I grazed my teeth against the shaft, palming his knot with one hand and slid my other to his thigh, running it down until I cupped the bottom of his fur-covered, swollen balls.

His knot throbbed and in a sudden explosion he orgasmed. Graham tossed his head back with a half-shout, half-snarl. Hot juts exploded from his cock, filling my mouth until it leaked out.

Simon continued petting my sides with caresses.

I pressed both of my hands against Graham’s thighs, rubbing my fingertips against his fur. He whined and pumped his hips again. I struggled to swallow, and I tried to pull back, but he stiffened his grip on my head, his claws pressing into my scalp. He growled.

I furrowed my eyebrows and glared up at him. He watched me. Half his long face was veiled by the shadows, but the expectation was clear in his one visible eye.

I swallowed again and the saltiness of his cum traveled down my throat. A pleased purr came from his chest. They’d been doing that a lot while touching me.

He withdrew slightly, and I gripped the base of his cock, above the knot. It allowed me more ability to swallow. His salty taste was oddly intoxicating. I curled my tongue around the wet shaft.

A wet nose prodded my ear. I moved on top of Simon. He flicked his tongue out and licked the side of my neck where he’d bitten me. The indents better heal. Since it wasn’t a claiming bite, they would scab and heal like any other cut.

Graham removed his oversized hand from my head and I pulled back to suck in a breath. I pushed off of Simon’s knot and the gush of our need trickled down my thighs.

I gasped and clenched my thighs together. Leaves crunching was all the notification I had that Simon moved. His hand wrapped around my neck and he manhandled me to his side.

A yelp left my lips, and I panted, limp against his large body.

“You are never to leave my side.”

“Is there a need to yank me around like this?” I sulked, wiggling to get out of the grip banded around my throat.

“Yes, if you’re letting other males near what’s mine like a whore.”

I recoiled, my mouth parting from disbelief and hurt.

Blinking multiple times did nothing to subdue the tears collecting. With my next blink, tears slipped down my cheeks. Simon jolted like I’d hit him.

I could tell he clenched his hands because the tip of his claws poked my neck. The sting was enough to pull me out of a full-on sob attack.

“Give her to me,” Graham said.

Simon didn’t let me go. His body shuddered and fur began to return into his skin. The hand around my neck no longer felt as large or furry. His palm slid up to cup the side of my face and his thumb swiped across my cheek.

My lip trembled at the tender caress.

I backed away.

“Don’t. Touch. Me.” I clenched my teeth so hard. Rage contorted his features and Simon was in my face, sweeping me into his arms. It happened so fast I couldn’t catch my breath until I was nestled against him, and he’d already taken a few steps.

Balling my hand, I smacked it into his wide chest.

“One thing we’re adding to the list, Darling? Touching is never off limits.” His lips thinned with his declaration.

“What list?” I sputtered, aghast.

“The list I just created.”

This was unbelievable. He continued to walk, utterly naked with me swaying in his arms.

“Alpha Graham?” I shouted, whipping my head side to side. I would happily go low and turn them against each other if I got what I wanted. Which was for them to leave me alone.

A flash of dark fur caught the corner of my eye. Graham padded next to us in his wolf form.

“What’s your problem? Aren’t you two supposed to be enemies?” I muttered and gave another experimental wiggle to get free. “Put me down,” I insisted.

He bounced me higher in his arms. The moon disappeared as the thick of the treetops widened. Had it become chillier, or was it just because of the adrenaline wearing off?

“You’re cold,” Simon assessed. I swiped the back of my hand across my cheek. I needed a shower, bad. He propped me higher, and his head moved down. My eyes had adjusted, so I was able to see his face near me. I stiffened, but instead of ripping out my throat—okay, that was dramatic—he pressed his lips to my temple.

I could only blink and watch his head tip back and fur begin to sprout. Fur cushioned my body and although he’d been warm already, in this form he was an oven.

Despite how pissed off I was, I nestled closer. My toes could fall off if I didn’t, especially since I couldn’t get free to shift.

“You’re going the opposite direction of the bar,” I protested after a few minutes of trekking.

Simon grunted noncommittally. I sighed and settled against his monstrous form. I rested my head against his chest, allowing the sway of his body to lull me. He felt so warm and smelled so good.

In all my days, I would have never thought this would be the outcome of me moving from one pack to the other. I’d gotten away from the too-handsy Alpha at my other pack, only to end up surrounded by two handsy-er ones.

The difference was I wanted the attention of these two males, unlike the last Alpha.

I peeked up at the werewolf carrying me.

“You don’t smell like alcohol today,” I drawled.

His muzzle slightly lifted to show me his teeth. There was no intimidation in the way he did it, but it was clear he didn’t like my comment.

This situation was so messed up. To the point that it seemed a cruel joke. I didn’t know how deep their hatred went for each other, but to stick these two males with the same female seemed . . . excessive.

The lights of a house flicked on, illuminating the porch. It was a one-story home with columns framing the open porch. There was a single step leading to the platform in front of the door.

“Is this your house?” There was gentle wear on the wood planks framing the home. Bits of the paint were split and flaking off.

Old fashioned cars and motorcycles littered the front yard, but there was an organizational aspect to it. Like he was working on them.

Simon slowed in front of his door. He cleared his throat. A cart of tools came into view to the side of the porch. His body shuddered and the fur warming me melted back into his skin. His sharp teeth and muzzle popped and melded back into his human face.

He lowered my legs and I stood shakily. Graham’s wolf pressed into my side, helping me steady myself.

Simon rubbed the back of his neck.

“Will you wait here a second?” He scowled so hard a little dent formed between his eyebrows, and the chiseled line of his jaw jumped. Before I could respond, he kissed my forehead and moved past me, the door creaking as he opened it.

“Why? Hiding another female in there?” I scoffed.

He stilled, his back facing me. The muscles jumped. He shoved the door fully open and turned, his upper lip curled. “For fuck’s sake, no.”

He’d shouted at me?

Graham growled and he stepped in front of me, the hair on his spine raised. The reaction left me aghast. Everything in me wanted to curl into a ball. Tears crept forward. I stiffly turned and crossed my arms.

A sigh came from behind me.

“Go do what you’re going to do.” I waved a hand in the air, staring out into the vehicle graveyard. As soon as he was gone, I’d shift and take off back to Beaumont Pack. Graham could lead me back.

Simon sighed.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

His hand cupped my shoulder and he tugged. I yanked out of his grip. His chin settled into the crook of my neck. A shiver coasted down my spine.

“Come with me.”

I crossed my arms. His arms wrapped around my waist and he carried me through the threshold. He set me on my feet and the door closed behind us with a swat from him.

Clothes littered the side of the couch and there were a few articles stretched out on the center coffee table. On the side table were empty bottles of alcohol. A huge, flat screen television was mounted on the wall. And this was only the living room. I eyed the hall leading into other parts of the house.

“It’s a mess,” Simon said, scowling. Red crept up his neck as if to join the coloring at the bridge of his nose. His lips twisted.

“Oh,” I mumbled and hugged my chest.

“I’ll show you the shower.”