Sold To The Alphas: A BBW Paranormal Romance (4 page)

Sitting perfectly still, I could now feel the rubbery disk affixed to my sensitive little bud undulating almost imperceptibly. It felt like the very slowest, slightest touch from a fingertip pressed against me. It was a sensation that was beginning to make me feel an almost desperate urge to squirm in my seat, though I was determined not to. Not with Chase and Grayson sitting so close.

They'd notice; I was sure of it. So, as the Tickler continued to do its job, I remained still, simply forcing myself to do so. I couldn't, however, seem to do much to slow my rapidly accelerating heartbeat. My breathing was also becoming a bit fast, too, I noticed. I began working to keep it at a regular pace, trying to ignore the fact that Chase and Grayson's long, muscular thighs were mere inches away from my own. Trying to ignore thoughts of how it would feel to have their thighs wrapped around my own. Trying to ignore everything.

Though several miles further into our journey to Shadowfen later, it became clear to me that I wasn't really having much success in all my efforts to ignore my physical sensations and wandering thoughts. It also became clear that the things I'd heard about Ticklers hadn't been just rumors. Everything I'd heard about Ticklers had actually been right on the money. The very light, almost imperceptible stimulation caused by the rubbery disk wasn't quite enough required for the average woman to reach climax, or at least it probably wouldn't be for a great long while.

The stimulation was, however, more than enough to bring a woman to a state of extreme arousal. A near-torturous state of extreme arousal, I soon discovered. Soon, with my sensitive feminine bud throbbing and tingling, I couldn't help but squirm in my seat, making a sound between a sigh and a quiet moan at the same time.

With one large, long-fingered hand on the steering wheel, Grayson glanced over at me. "So, you did position the Tickler properly, then."

I made my best attempt at a scoff, though the sound came out as more of a deep sigh. "I don't even think it's...." I paused, squirming yet again. "Working."

That, of course, wasn't actually anywhere remotely near the truth. The Tickler was actually working so well now I could feel that my underwear was soaked in slickness. Also, my nipples had stiffened, and they were now rubbing against the fabric of my lacy black bra almost unbearably as the truck gently bounced down the road. I choked back another sigh-moan sound, silently hating the two alpha wolves on either side of me for making me put on the Tickler; silently hating myself for being so seemingly powerless to resist its effects.

Chase looked at me with his green eyes glinting silver in the moonlight. "If this is the Tickler 'not working,' I can't wait to hear some of the sounds you'll be making when it actually does start to work."

I responded to him through gritted teeth. "Go to hell."

He snorted, his mouth curving in a grin. "Some days, with some of the work we have to do, and the things we have to see, I think I'm already there. But not today. Not tonight."

I imagined that the "work" he was referring to was the typical wolf "work" of attacking innocent people and taking over small villages and towns. I wondered why, if this "work" was such hell for him, he didn't just stop. But I couldn't contemplate this for longer than a moment right then. I really couldn't. The physical sensations I was experiencing, and making feeble efforts to fight, were quickly rising above all other thoughts in my mind.

I stared straight ahead, trying to focus on keeping my breathing at a normal pace. Which, after a few minutes, became nearly impossible when Grayson slowly moved a hand to my upper thigh and began squeezing it, the pressure of his touch gentle but firm.

Earlier that evening, I might have reflexively tried to smack his hand away. Earlier, before the Tickler. But now, I just couldn't. The touch of his strong hand simply felt too good. I bit back a sigh, shifting in my seat, my feminine bud now tinglier than ever, but to my disappointment, he soon returned his hand to the steering wheel. However, almost immediately, Chase moved a hand to my other thigh and began kneading it in the same way that Grayson had done.

After a short while, he moved his hand up a little higher and began caressing my feminine mound through my jeans. "Not much longer now. Just a few more miles."

I sighed at the feel of his touch, realizing that his voice had become much lower, huskier. Apparently, I wasn't the only one in a state of arousal. Which I supposed didn't surprise me at all, considering that Chase and Grayson obviously seemed to be very healthy, virile men, though this wasn't the only reason I wasn't surprised. I'd heard that shifters had very large appetites for sex, and stamina to match, appetites and stamina far greater than the average man.

I'd also heard that because of their appetites, shifters became turned on at the drop of a hat. Now I could see that this was likely true. Now I couldn't seem to stop thinking about this fact while Chase returned his hand to my thigh, making me shift in my seat, nearly panting.

The next several miles of the trip went by so slowly they felt like hundreds of miles. But finally, Grayson turned off the main road and began driving down a dirt road lined with what, in the dark, I could only guess were evergreen trees. Soon rows of small, tidy-looking cabins came into view, illuminated by the truck's headlights. There seemed to be at least a few dozen of them, though I couldn't be sure. I was a bit preoccupied.

Chase gave my thigh a little squeeze. "Shadowfen is a village made up of a few dozen dwelling cabins. You'll get your own, where Grayson and I will come visit you for mating. We'll drop you off right now and let you get settled in while we check on a few things, then we'll be back in a bit."

I sat speechless, in complete disbelief that they were actually going to leave me in my current state, for no matter how short a period of time. Absolutely stunned at myself, I realized I was ready for mating right then. Not just ready, but near-desperate for it. The Tickler had turned out to be a product unrivaled in terms of delivering on what it was supposed to do.

But there was no way in hell I was going to beg the wolves not to leave. Absolutely no way in hell I was going to beg them to mate with me right then. I still had a very small shred of dignity, I realized, despite the fact that that shred seemed to be becoming thinner by the moment.

Grayson parked the truck in front of one of the cabins, and he, Chase, and I got out. Grayson grabbed my duffel bag; Chase grabbed my suitcase; and the three of us headed up to the cabin. Once inside, they turned on some lights, dropped my things by the front door, and then began to head back out through it.

Just as he cleared the threshold, Chase paused and looked at me over his shoulder. "There should be some dinner on a plate in the fridge if you're hungry. Just warm it up in the oven. But don't get sleepy. Don't touch or remove the Tickler because after checking on a few things and having a quick bite ourselves, Grayson and I will be back. And we intend to see just exactly how well our little gift from Ashcrest has worked."

He then turned, pulling the door shut behind him. I stood with my heartbeat hammering in my ears, wondering just how many minutes, just how many seconds, before he and Grayson would return.

CHAPTER TWO

So, I realized, I'd been completely right. The wolves were cruel. Now I knew it with certainty. Because leaving me alone in the little cabin, alone, in the state of high arousal I was currently in, was certainly a cruel act.

I couldn't believe Chase had actually thought I might be interested in heating up some dinner. Having had a very early dinner before the auction back in Greenleaf, I wasn't really very hungry, and besides, I could barely focus on anything but my desperate need for sexual satisfaction. A need that was growing with every additional moment that I wore the Tickler.

Not knowing how long I'd have to wait until Grayson and Chase returned, I knew I had to find some way to pass the time until then and try to keep myself distracted. At least distracted enough to not go completely insane.

Still breathing a bit heavily, I did a quick exploration of the cabin, though that didn't take me very long. It was basically just one large room. The front door opened into a wood-planked living room with a couch, a few wooden chairs, and two end tables with a lamp on each. A high, narrow bookshelf stood in one corner, with a few dozen paperbacks lining the top two shelves.

Adjacent to the bookshelf, between two wide windows, a fire crackled and popped in a rough-hewn stone hearth. Though the April evening was unusually warm, that wasn't saying much for Northern Michigan, and I knew I'd appreciate the warmth of the fire later on that night, when the temperature would likely drop into the thirties.

On the other side of an open hallway bordering the side of the living room, there was a small kitchen area with stove and oven, refrigerator, and a small, circular wooden table with four chairs. Dry goods, mostly bins of cereals and grains, filled the shelves of a deep pantry, and the refrigerator was stocked with plenty of fresh food.

I hoped this meant I'd be in charge of making my own meals and wouldn't have to eat with the wolves. Though, I realized, the well-stocked kitchen could possibly mean I'd be cooking for everyone and sharing meals with everyone as well, a thought that disgusted me. I wasn't sure how I'd manage to choke down food around bloodthirsty wolves.

However, at the same time I had this thought, it struck me that despite the fact that they were wolves, and alphas at that, Grayson and Chase hadn't been exactly acting like wild, murderous monsters, and it stood to reason that maybe their pack didn't act like monsters, either.

I knew I'd maybe misjudged the wolves at least a little, though time would tell by just how much. I knew it was possible that Grayson and Chase just hadn't displayed their murderous, bloodthirsty sides to me
yet
. But I knew one thing for sure. They were absolutely cruel, at least when it came to things of a sexual nature. At least when it came to making a young woman wear a Tickler and then leaving her alone to her own devices, to walk around a cabin, while nearly panting with desire.

Beyond the kitchen, one corner of the cabin was reserved for a simple sleeping space with a large bed, nightstand, and dresser. Adjacent, in the opposite corner of the cabin, was a decent-sized bathroom with sink, toilet, and a claw-footed porcelain tub with an attached showerhead. I knew I'd likely be making good use of this tub. Back in Greenleaf, the tiny apartment Skye and I had shared with another young woman had only been outfitted with a shower stall barely big enough to turn around in. I'd always felt a little deprived of bubble baths.

The place certainly wasn't grand, but it was clean and cozy, and I was glad it had electric lights and indoor plumbing. Some homes in my poverty-stricken hometown didn't have either.

Still wanting to keep myself distracted and busy until Grayson and Chase returned, I unpacked my things and organized my clothing in the dresser. But I was too fast. I had both my suitcase and duffel bag emptied in under ten minutes.

The Tickler was beginning to have a profound effect on me. Back in the truck, I'd begun to develop a very distinct, frustrating ache low in my belly, and that ache was now becoming nearly unbearable. My nipples were also aching, still stiffened and rubbing uncomfortably against the fabric of my lacy bra. They were also tingly, as was my most sensitive spot, which was still being stroked almost imperceptibly by the slow, rhythmic undulations of the Tickler. I could feel that my underwear were almost completely soaked with slickness.

I sat down on the edge of the large, firm-yet-comfortable bed, suddenly angry. Angry at myself for allowing the Tickler to have such an extreme effect on me. Angry that I hadn't been able to fight off my arousal. Angry at Grayson and Chase for leaving me alone in the cabin. Angry at them for making me actually
want
to mate with them. For making me actually
desperate
to mate with them.

I'd clutched the thick blanket covering the bed without even being aware of the action, and now I realized I was gripping it so hard my knuckles were white. With my jaw clenched, I forced myself to begin breathing through my nose slowly, thinking. It wasn't fair that Grayson and Chase had forced me to wear the Tickler and then had just left me.

It wasn't very compassionate, or kind, or considerate. Typical wolf behavior, I was sure.  After a minute or so of thinking, I decided that if this was the way they were going to act, and if this was the way they were going to treat me, they'd be getting some of the same treatment in return.

I realized that while my will and strength clearly hadn't been a match for the Tickler, I wasn't a complete weakling, that I knew. I still had a shred of willpower left inside of me.  I decided I was going to use that shred to turn the tables on Grayson and Chase. Once they returned, I was going to make them wait, just like they'd made
me
wait. I was going to make them wait for as long as I could possibly stand it, or as long as they allowed me to. I was at least going to make some sort of attempt to make them see how it felt to be left hanging in a state of extremely frustrated desire.

I decided I was going to get in the bath and stay in, feigning sore muscles and tiredness when Grayson and Chase arrived. I was going to leave my lacy black bra and matching underwear on the bed to maybe get them worked up a little. I was going to do a little light moaning in the tub, with the bathroom door cracked open so they could hear, to possibly get them worked up a little further. Then, I’d make them wait. As long as I could stand it. As long as they'd allow me to. Because after all, that would only be fair. They deserved at least a taste of their own medicine.

I released the blanket from my white-knuckled grip, stood, and just about tore my clothes off, flinging my lacy bra and underwear onto the bed. That’s when my little plan kind of fell apart. Because at that moment, Grayson and Chase entered the cabin, shut the door behind them, and stopped dead in their tracks, their gazes on me, on my now-naked body. My completely naked body. Even from across the large, open room, I could hear low growls rumbling in both of their chests.

Gasping, I snatched the blanket off the bed and held it to my front. "Wolves don't knock?"

Ignoring me, they both strolled across the cabin to the bedroom area. Neither of them took their hungry gazes off me for a single second.

Grayson reached me first, came to a stop, and raked his gaze across my bare shoulders before lifting it to my face. "We knew using a Tickler might be effective, though I don't think either of us ever dreamed it would actually get you ripping your clothes off."

In the glow from the firelight filling the whole cabin, his lightly tanned skin appeared even more golden. His dark gray eyes appeared even a bit darker than they had earlier, and also a bit glassy. He was standing close enough that I could also now smell his scent, which was something woodsy and clean. Something powerfully masculine.

I couldn't help but breathe it in, filling my nostrils, even while I angrily gritted my teeth before I spoke. "I
did
just rip my clothes off. But don't flatter yourself; it wasn't because of you and Chase. The Tickler is still hardly having any effect on me at all. The reason I just ripped all my clothes off is because I'm going to have a bubble bath, and I'm...." I paused, shuddering, while the gentle undulations of the Tickler seemed to suddenly intensify. "I guess I'm just very eager for it. So if you two will excuse me, I'm going to go run my bath, and-"

"No."

Grayson had only spoken one word, but delivered in his deep, commanding voice, it was enough to silence me. I stood mute while he moved his large, strong hands to my shoulders and began caressing them while looking deep into my eyes.

"No, Rowan. I'm afraid I don't quite believe you that the Tickler hasn't had that much of an effect on you, and I don't think Chase does, either. I also don't believe that a bath is what you're eager for. So, a bath can come later. But right now...right now, it's time for Chase and me to find out just exactly what kind of an effect the Tickler has had on you."

With my breathing now coming in a series of short, shallow pants, I shuddered, feeling more slickness dampening my feminine lips, even right then. With his own breathing becoming a bit fast and shallow, Grayson gently, but firmly, took the blanket from my hands and let it fall to the floor; he then also took my hands and lowered them to my sides, forcing me to reveal my complete nakedness. Both he and Chase then feasted on every inch of my naked body with their eyes; there was no other way the action could be described.

After a long moment or two, Chase stepped forward and pulled me into his arms first, growling. Not a second later, Grayson pulled me away from Chase and into his own arms, also growling. I wondered if the bedroom area was about to become the scene of some sort of an alpha fight, but after a quick exchanged glance, Grayson and Chase seemed to come to some sort of an understanding. Chase pulled me a little closer to him, and Grayson allowed this. I was being held between them, braced by both their hard chests.

Grayson kissed me first, hungrily, his tongue plundering the depths of my mouth. But after only a few moments, he broke the kiss, moving a hand to the small of my back to pull me closer to him, and Chase immediately took over where he'd left off, kissing me with a hungry intensity I'd never experienced before. I moaned into his mouth, the sound tapering off into a whimper.

I was soon lost in pleasure, lost in the feel of large, strong hands all over my body. All my plans for making Grayson and Chase wait for me like I'd had to wait for them, were long forgotten. I was far too desperate now. Far too desperate for pleasure and release. As were they, if the low grunts and growls they were both now making were any indication.

After a short time letting Chase kiss me, Grayson took over plundering my mouth again, and within seconds, I felt fingers probing apart my slick feminine lips.

Gasping, I broke the kiss. "Yes. Please. Please touch me. Don't stop."

I was moving from a state of extreme arousal to a point of barely being able to form coherent thoughts, and I didn't even care. I didn't even care that I was all but begging a wolf to continue touching me. I didn't even care that I'd soon be mating with two of them.

The long, strong fingers probing my feminine lips belonged to Grayson, who was growling, glassy-eyed, his gaze locked on my swollen and slick mound. His voice came out barely louder than a husky whisper.

"I'd say the Tickler worked beautifully. I think we'll be using them quite often."

Not seeming content to just take Grayson's word for it, Chase also began exploring my slick femininity with his fingers, breathing heavily. "I think the Tickler worked more than beautifully. Though I don't think we'll take it off just yet."

Grayson agreed, and soon, to my growing excitement, it was time. Time for mating. Finally. Grayson set me on the bed on my rear, and then he and Chase ripped all their clothes off with more haste than I even had. Once they were both fully naked, firelight flickering across their skin, I surveyed their bodies with a sigh of pleasure and anticipation, looking from one to the other and then back again.

Long, lean, and muscular, both of their bodies were the very picture of masculine perfection. Their fully erect, thick shafts, very similar in long length and total size, were, too. I sank back to rest on my elbows, moaning, parting my legs slightly at the same time. I didn't even care who took me first, so long as someone did soon. And that someone turned out to be Grayson.

Just as firm and commanding as he'd been the entire day, he climbed into bed, rolled me onto my stomach, and then pulled me up on all fours before positioning himself behind me. I arched my back, panting, beyond eager to be taken in this animalistic fashion. Fortunately, to my great relief, I didn't have to wait long.