CHAPTER FOURTEEN

If there was one place nepotism didn’t exist, it was within pack ranks.

Bloodline and family background were not the determining factors when choosing the Alpha and Betas of a pack.

Strength was the name of the game when it came to wolves and most other shifter species. Every Alpha had to possess physical, emotional, and mental strength coexisting in the perfect balance.

And though one’s bloodline often contributed to that characteristic, it was not always the case.

When wolves reached an age of maturity, which occurred when they were able to fully shift without a full moon, they voluntarily entered a series of tests that molded the features an Alpha should possess.

Battle strategies, hunting prowess, tests of physical endurance. All designed to weed out the weak.

And Noah and his brothers had remained at the top of the chain through it all.

So, it was ridiculous to imagine that a small, delicate, slip of a human, would be the test of self-control they all failed.

Noah had to close the link between himself and his brothers. It was already a struggle to keep a lid on his own desires. He could hardly afford to have it multiplied by three.

He still didn’t understand Leah Perry’s hold on him and his brothers, but he wasn't so inclined to fight it anymore.

“Does that frighten you?” he asked, cataloging every tick of her expression. He could hear the rapid pace of her pulse, feel the heat emanating from her body, and scent her arousal. But, as much as he trusted them, he wasn’t going to rely on his senses for this conversation.

He needed her to communicate with them verbally, not so much for them, but so she could acknowledge how she felt herself.

“No...not really.”

“You’re not sure?”

“I...want to. It’s just...I don’t really know if I can...satisfy...three men.”

She was worried...she couldn’t please them?

It was fucking laughable how unaware she was of her effect on them.

“You’re worried about pleasing us, little one?” Christophe asked, the idea clearly never having occurred to him either.

She pleased them enough just by existing.

“I’m not very experienced.” She fiddled nervously with her fork, avoiding their gazes, “I might not know...what to do.”

“So we’ll teach you,” Christophe said simply, his hand that had been toying with her hair, moving to slip behind her neck in a comforting hold.

“We’ll teach you what we like, and you’ll teach us what you like.”

His hand kneaded gently at the knot that had formed just below her neck. Leah hadn’t even realized how tense she had gotten throughout this discussion, but Christophe had.

Leah couldn’t resist the urge to lean into his touch, wanting nothing more at that moment to close her eyes and let everything unfold as it would.

“What if I don’t know what I like?”

Leah could hear their heavy breathing above her own.

“Then we’ll learn together.”

A thought occurred to Leah suddenly…

“What is it?” Noah asked, noting how she bit her lips nervously.

“Huh?” Leah looked at him in surprise.

“You want to say something.”

She didn’t know of any werewolves being able to read minds...and thank the Lord for that blessing. Noah just seemed to be able to read her well. All three of them seemed to.

She would have to be mindful of that in the future…

And there would be a future. She realized that some part of her had already accepted that idea. That part of her had settled immediately when she finally admitted that to herself. She didn’t know how much longer she could stay in this town, with these men. She also didn’t know how their relationship would unfold when everything came to fruition. The only thing she knew now for certain was that she wanted them. And they wanted her.

That was okay...wasn’t it?

It had to be.

“You’ll teach me...what you like...now?”

There was a beat of silence, and Christophe’s hand paused abruptly at her neck.

"What exactly are you asking Leah?" Colin asked, finally breaking his unusual silence.

Leah took a fortifying breath. She had decided to throw caution to the wind tonight, hadn’t she?

She lifted her head confidently, finding each of their gazes, one after the other. She somehow, instinctively knew, that if she seemed, at all uncertain, they wouldn’t agree to what she was about to propose.

“I’ll agree to your...proposition, on one condition.”

“It’s not a proposition, love,” Colin countered. “We want you. Not just once.”

“But not forever.” She didn’t want there to be anything left unsaid. And she also needed to be certain just what she was getting herself into with these men.

It would be ridiculous to assume that their ...relationship would have any intention of permanency.

They were the leaders of a pack, meaning they were the strongest. They would be expected to mate and procreate to ensure their genes were passed on to the next generation. And they wouldn’t be able to do that with a human woman. All four individuals present knew that. There was no room for lies and promises which would be broken.

“No,” Noah answered calmly, even though she hadn’t posed it as a question. Leah saw that Colin and Christophe had little frowns between their brows. They were obviously upset with the answer, but they also hadn’t disagreed with their older brother.

“Good. I would have been upset if you lied.”

“You’re not displeased that we can’t offer you something permanent?”

She shook her head and admitted, “You’re the first...men, I’ve ever been attracted to. I want...I want to explore that. Even without the ring and white picket fence.”

There was a long silence that followed her announcement as if they were weighing her words.

“What’s your condition?”

Her face heated all over again.

“I want to know for sure that I can...please you.”

“And how can you do that, Leah?” Noah pressed.

He wanted her to say it.

“You want to suck cock, love?” Colin teased, though there was deepness to his voice that told her he was liking this conversation.

Burying her shyness into a deep, dark hole, Leah held Colin’s gaze and responded in what she hoped was a confident tone, “Yes.”

She could see a slow light seeping into his dark green eyes across the table.

"And whose cock are you hoping to appease tonight?"

She was shocked by the question. She hadn't thought that far ahead.

She had to choose?

"Christophe." The command had come from Noah surprisingly.

Her gaze moved from one brother to the other. It seemed they'd had a full-blown conversation while she'd been at the beginning of a mini panic attack.

Christophe's hand resumed its gentle kneading at the back of her neck.

"Are you sure, little one?" he questioned gently.

In answer, Leah went to slide from her chair.

“Stay seated,” Christophe instructed, his voice taking on that deep timbre that made Leah’s inside feel soft and mushy.

It was obvious that he had taken control of the situation. Both his older brothers were seated silently on either side of them, their presence no less felt.

To Leah’s surprise, Christophe came to stand before her, his backside leaning on the table, placing his obvious erection perfectly in line with her face.

Her face...which she was certain was on fire given how hot it felt.

“Sit forward.”

Leah scooted to the edge of her chair, so close that her knees were cushioned between Christophe’s.

She glanced up at him, wondering if that was enough.

Despite the fierce hunger in his glowing green eyes, he smiled gently down at her.

“Good girl,” he praised, caressing the side of her head gently. His other hand came up to his belt, and he began to undo the buckle.

Leah noticed a slight shake of his hand that seemed so uncharacteristic of him.

Was he nervous as well?

Leah couldn't quite contain her grasp when Christophe managed to pull his erection free of the confinement of his boxers.

Of course, she'd known it was big before. But what she’d seen outlined in his jeans did nothing to prepare her for the sight of him bare and up close. The large dark length of him stood up proudly, its head tinged an angry purple-red, the veins delineating its length making the sight all the more intimidating. Leah was sure if she were to wrap her hands around it, one in line with the other, there would still be a section of length left uncovered.

Christophe noted her hesitancy at the sight of him, “We can stop whenever you want to, little one.”

“I know,” she said simply. She was nervous, but more than that, there was an even greater urgency to her need to please him.

He accepted her words as an acquiescence.

"Are you ready?"

Leah nodded

“Open your mouth,” Christophe instructed, and Leah obeyed immediately. The bulbous head of his cock slid into her mouth, startling Leah with its heat. The taste of him was salty, dark and earthy, and caused an answering clench somewhere between her legs.

Could she come from this?

Christophe knew the moment she wrapped those gorgeous lips around his cock, her eyes sliding close as if she were savoring the experience, that he wasn’t going to last long.

This might be her first time giving head, but their little human had a mouth made for bringing men to their knees. Christophe had to clench his jaw against the instinct to fuck his way to the back of her throat. While it would definitely put an end to the ridiculous worry she had about being unable to please them, it might overwhelm her.

So, he patiently slid further into her mouth, instructing gruffly, “wider,” when he seemed unable to get any further.

She followed his instruction beautifully, one of her hands coming up to grip his hip for purchase.

He felt the softness of the back of her throat, although he hadn’t fit his entire length inside her mouth. Christophe’s eyes slid closed at the pleasure digging forcefully in his gut. He was unprepared to feel the glide of her tongue along the underside of his cock ask she sucked along his length.

He almost lost it, his hand tightening around her ponytail.

“Aah. Fuck, little one.”

She released him with a pop, her lips and his cock, glistening with wetness, and stared up at him curiously, her breathing heavy, “did you like that?”

Christophe would have chuckled if he’d been able, but as it was, he only managed a nod. This woman was clearly going to be the death of him.

Her mouth returned to him, and she repeated her action almost immediately, starting a slow glide up and down the length of his dick.

“That’s it, little one,” he growled down at her, allowing her to set her own torturing pace.

“Give me your hand.” Without breaking pace, he replaced his hand with hers at the base of his cock, covering her hand with his and sliding it along his length in a motion in tune with the movement of her lips.

He released her hand after a few glides and was pleased when she continued on her.

“Just like that...Fuck...such a good girl…harder.”

Much as she tried to be gentle, it wasn’t long before he had taken over the pace, fucking steadily in and out of her mouth. He was probably being a bit rough but she simply opened her lips as wide as she could, and he praised her for it.

“Such a good girl...you know this is Daddy’s mouth, don’t you? You’re gonna let him do whatever he wants with it, aren’t you, baby?”

The pulsing between Leah’s legs increased with his chaotic pace and she clenched her legs even tighter to ease the ache.

The friction caused a ripple of pleasure in her belly.

She moaned around his length and the vibration almost made his knees give out.

“Fucking hell! I’m gonna come.”

She released him abruptly, her hand still wrapped around him, “should I swallow it?”

Her innocent question was the last straw,

The first shot of come landed on her chin, startling her. Christophe’s grip enveloped hers around his cock, squeezing in an almost punishing grip, sending another spray of come which landed on her chest.

Leah was enraptured by the expression on his face. Every muscle was tightened in an expression that resembled pain.

But he wasn’t in pain, was he? Leah thought. It was pleasure that had reduced her giant wolf to a clenching, shaking, groaning mess.

Pleasure she had brought him.

There was an unfurling of something dark and dangerous somewhere inside Leah, that she acknowledged as pride.

She had done this to him. And she wanted to do it again.

To all three of them.

She waited until his quivering body and stilled and gleaming green eyes met hers.

Her lips curved in a dangerous smile, “I’ll make sure to swallow next time, Daddy.”