Page 8 of In the Mouth of the Wolf (Of Wolves and Kings #1)

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MARLOWE

A rcher and Camden stood on either side of me as we headed to my room in the elevator. I didn’t want to believe shifters were real, but Archer had described my symptoms so accurately it was scary. I knew something had felt off about me ever since I had arrived here.

I was becoming more sensitive to smells, I was ravenously hungry, and I was insanely horny. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think I might be pregnant. But I took my birth control religiously.

Well, until this morning that is.

The birth control pills, that had to be it. I vaguely remembered feeling strange like this when I was near the end of high school, when my mom had first gotten them for me.

I was just suffering from not taking the pills, that was all. That had to be it. If I could just find a pharmacy...

But Archer and Camden had insisted we needed to leave. “If you think that man who approached you before I arrived was bad, you have no idea what’s going to happen if we don’t get you out of this hotel before your heat starts.”

“Heat? Come on, you can’t be serious.” Yeah, I was strangely turned on, but who wouldn’t be with the attention of a couple of hot guys? Calling it a “heat” was too much. I wasn’t an animal; it was just side effects from the hormone withdrawal.

Right?

Camden pressed the emergency stop on the elevator and I lurched into him. “I know you still don’t think our world is real, but just… trust me for a second,” he said, his voice hypnotically husky as he took my hand. “I shouldn’t have done this at Elias’s office, but it might be the only way to prove it to you.”

Archer growled behind me and Camden snapped at him. “Sometimes we need physical proof, and you should know that as a fucking scientist.”

He raised his hands in defeat and Camden’s eyes dropped back to mine. “I’m sorry.” He unbuckled his pants and shoved my hand onto his dick. I tried to pull it away but he held my wrist tightly. “Does that feel human to you?” he said carefully, closing his eyes as he swallowed.

“This is assault! Let me go!” I struggled against him, waiting for Archer to step in but he just sighed behind me.

“I’m sorry, Marlowe. Perhaps you should touch him.”

Wrong . This was so wrong, for so many reasons. But they weren’t going to let me go until I gave Camden a hand job in this elevator apparently. Why was I such an idiot? I was leading two men I didn’t know back to my hotel room. Men who had made it clear they were into me.

Seriously, what did I think was going to happen?

I held back the tears that had sprung to the corners of my eyes and relaxed my fingers, allowing him to rub them against the base of his cock. I just needed to get this over with, get out of this space with them and try to call 911 or get someone’s attention.

Only something about it was different – the bottom of his shaft was almost swollen to two times his girth. I looked up at Camden in shock, his eyes still closed. He breathed heavily and licked his lips.

“It’s called a knot, baby. All alpha males have them. And your body is designed to take them.”

I whimpered at the thought of it, and suddenly a gush of liquid came pouring out of me and into my underwear. My body felt feverish, and my hand tightened around Camden’s dick. My mind cleared of all thoughts except one.

Sex .

I needed sex now, and I wanted it with these two.

A high-pitched whine escaped my lips, and I pushed myself against Camden, desperately trying to touch his skin.

He released my hand and held still, his body tense while Archer grabbed my arms and pulled them behind me.

“Please,” I begged. “I can’t explain it, but if someone doesn’t fuck me right now…”

I had tunnel vision, and it went straight to Camden’s crotch. I just wanted to feel him inside me, as though it was all I’d ever wanted, all I’d ever needed. My body was an empty vessel, waiting to be filled.

“Shh…” Archer purred. The vibration soothed me, and I relaxed into him. “You’re going into heat, Marlowe.”

No. No, no, no. Heat for humans wasn’t real. This didn’t make any sense. More liquid dripped out of me and I whined again.

“Fuck, Archer,” Camden groaned, his pants still undone. He gripped the side rails of the elevator, his knuckles turning white. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

Archer continued purring. “Get yourself together. She needs us. Can you think of anyone else you’d trust to take care of her right now?”

My mind was a wanton mess as I tried to concentrate on the words Archer was saying. Care… who… what? But when I felt his hardened cock behind me, I blanked, and the all-encompassing need for sex took over.

“Archer,” I whimpered. “I need you…”

A shudder went through his body, and he started purring again. “I’ve got you, don’t worry. We’re going to help you and make sure you get through this without violating your trust.”

“I don’t care!” I cried. Trust? Trust for what? I wanted to know what that knot felt like, I wanted to feel it from both of them. “Violate me all you want. I need you inside me!”

Camden banged his head against the wall and Archer moaned, his grip on my arms tightening. Then he shook his head. “No, Marlowe. Not like this.”

T he next few hours were a blur. I vaguely recalled sitting on Archer’s lap in my room while he held me and purred, watching Camden struggle to gather and pack my things. In my desperation to find my pills earlier, I’d made quite the mess, and it was taking him a while to get everything back in my bags. Especially since every few minutes, he’d double over as though he were in pain, clutching his cock through his pants.

Next thing I knew we were in a truck, Camden cursing as he drove through the snow. Archer continued to hold me as he purred nonstop, which kept some of the stronger urges at bay. But I had soaked through my pants, forcing them to open the windows for fresh air.

“You don’t smell bad,” Archer insisted, running his hand down my hair. “Quite the opposite, in fact.”

Somewhere along the way we had picked up Elias, and Archer handed me over to him in the back of the cab, while he took deep pulls of the fresh, cold air, his body shaking from the effort.

“Hey there, California,” Elias purred. In all the frenzy, I’d almost forgotten how gorgeous he was, and traced the outlines of his jaw with my fingers while I sat on his lap.

“Are you going to fuck me?” I asked. I took one of his hands and guided it down my pants.

He jerked it away quickly, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. “I want to, more than anything, but you’ll hate me if I do. Why don’t you tell me about your fiancé instead?”

Mike? Why should I think about him? I didn’t want to think about the dick that was too far away, I wanted to ride the dicks that were right here! And they had knots !

Elias purred again, and I took a deep breath, trying to focus. “Mike… we met in Palo Alto. He’s in tech. He works at a start-up.”

Camden snorted from the driver’s seat. “Figures…” he muttered.

Elias ignored him. “What does he look like?”

Why was it so hard to conjure up his image? Every time I tried to think of the love of my life, one of the three men in the truck popped up instead. I reached back further, recalling the way he looked on the day he had proposed.

“He’s tall, with black hair and pale skin. His eyes… they’re beautiful.”

I remembered him now. He was gorgeous, too, and amazing in bed. Another stream of liquid came out of me and Elias tensed, moaning softly.

“Dude!” Camden yelled. “Why are you trying to get her turned on? I’m going to crash.”

Elias closed his eyes, his breathing shallow. “Sorry, I thought… it was an experiment. It failed. I know better now.”

I should have been embarrassed by how wet I was, it looked like I had peed my pants. But for some reason all it did was turn me on more. I quickly maneuvered myself around Elias so I was straddling him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and started grinding myself against his hardened cock, and he pursed his lips.

“Guys, I don’t think I’m going to make it,” he said, his voice strained.

I wasn’t either – because if I didn’t get fucked soon, I was pretty sure I was going to die.

All the windows in the truck lowered completely and I cried out from the sudden blast of cold air. Elias pulled me in tightly so I couldn’t move and began purring loudly.

My grinding stopped, and I relaxed into his embrace.

“Sweet Moon, thank you,” he whispered.

The smell of bergamot reminded me of Earl Grey tea, and I let out a satisfied sigh as I closed my eyes.