Page 9 of Fury

Chapter Six

You didn’t come to me tonight. None of you did. I was lonely…craving company. I’d had too much tequila and your scent, Johnny, was in the ether, surrounding me, coating my skin. I could still taste you in my mouth, tracks of your kisses still ghosted along my skin.

I had too many thoughts in my head. Doubts. Guilt. Uncertainty. I wanted someone to blow them all away.

I was stuck. I needed to make a decision. I should go home, resume my solitary life away from any pack. Be a lone wolf. Cut my losses and be grateful for my freedom.

But, who was I kidding? I was past that point. With you. With Levi.

Instead of dreaming any of you into existence, I scrolled through our shared history. Levi, your pure heart and soulful eyes brought comfort and peace, security. Johnny, your silver glint excited me, revved me up, made me want to take risks. To throw myself out there. Open myself up.

Kane…I wanted you. I wanted to know what it felt like to kiss you in real life. I was afraid of how much I wanted that. But did I want you enough to take your bite? To choose you over the others?

I knew the offer was there. Why have one when I could have three?

Three bites were three too many.

I couldn’t be under your control. I couldn’t be tied to you for eternity.

I couldn’t survive what would happen when I destroyed you all.

What you were asking was not about loyalty, submission or love. It was about survival—yours and mine.

I was the only one thinking about the end of the fairy tale. What happened when my beast decided the story was over?

What I wanted was your touch. I wanted Levi to caress a line along my hip, gentle fingers moving to ignite my passion.

I wanted Johnny’s lips kissing a tract across my collarbone, down the center of my chest, teasingly close to my tits but not quite scratching that itch.

I wanted Kane’s fingers digging into my scalp, tugging my hair as he swallowed my moans, kissing me until I lost my breath.

You would spread my thighs, featherlight tickling along the crevasse of my ass cheeks, using thumbs to slide along my folds then open me up. You’d stare at me, your liquid-silver eyes piercing me like a cock, your hot gaze making me writhe with anticipation.

You’d lick my nipples, taking one, then the other into the heat of your mouth. You’d be attentive to both, flicking and licking, pinching and rolling, simultaneous torture.

You’d stretch my lips wide, offering your dick, watching me take you down, your molten stare scorching me when you nudged the gate of my throat, and I released all resistance then swallowed you whole.

You’d rub my clit, rolling the pad of your thumb over and over, spearing me with your fingers, stroking my G-spot so I arched up, begging with my body for more.

Sensations would overwhelm me, flood my body with your attention, rotating along my awareness, caught in the fog of my dream world so I wouldn’t know who was touching my pussy, who was licking my clit or my nipples and who was slowly guiding their cock between my lips.

You’d be relentless, stoking my orgasm to its peak, holding me in place as I chased the high I knew was coming. You’d touch every erogenous zone, plucking the most sensitive nerves until I was writhing, moaning, roaring through a cascading wave of pleasure, not wanting it to stop, lost in the bliss of all three of you worshipping me.

I wanted you all. Not for an eternity… I didn’t deserve that. No, I wanted you for this slice of time, and that was unfair to all of you.

Chapter Seven

Kane

I’d asked Charlie to meet me on the field once again. This time, I invited Levi and Johnny to join us—not because I wanted an audience or to spike my competitive urges, but because I had a plan. Charlie needed to stabilize her selves—the sides of her that she was taught to separate. The wolf, the beast, they should be melded. Those masters weakened her. On purpose? Some grand design to keep her under the thumb of the patriarchy? My gut said no. They did it because they were scared for her, of her…who knew? Her father wanted her to be the strongest female. I bet he didn’t have any clue that he was paying for her to be hobbled. I planned to fix that today—or at least get things started.

“Just because I’m walking here of my own free will doesn’t mean I’m green lighting any torture from you today.” Her words were sharp, but the curl of her lips told me she didn’t hate my heavy-handed approach. She definitely hadn’t hated my form of punishment the other night in her dreams.

She was wearing gray spandex shorts, like a second skin that showcased her killer ass, and a loose tank that highlighted the definition in her arms and shoulders. Her cleavage was peeking at the neckline, plush pillows of flawless skin that I wanted to sink into and bury my face completely. Seeing her naked in her dream the other night—a dream that I remembered, thank fuck—was enough to send me to my knees. Luckily, I had sense enough to stand my ground. She needed a firm hand, and I had a message to send.

She was lean yet voluptuous, and the clothes she was wearing today were a tease. I wanted to strip her bear, touch her in real life, possess her completely.

As if reading my mind, she swayed her hips as she closed the distance to me.

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