Imprints (Dominant Wolves, Submissive Mates 1)

She longed to grip him with her thighs, claw at his back wildly as he pushed the weight of his penis deep inside her. She needed him buried deep within her pussy until he not only became a part of her, but his seed remained trapped inside her forever more.

“Answer me now, Carla,” Jock rasped, feasting on her lips with a ravenous kiss.

She closed her eyes and turned her head, reveling in the pleasure. The exquisite way he thrummed inside her body left her unable to think. She couldn’t speak, much less answer his questions. She couldn’t do anything except…“Oh my God, Frank!”

Squirming in Jock’s arms, she tried to push her garments down in an effort to cover her exposed hips. Failing at the task, Carla gasped as Jock drove forward, pausing only momentarily.

“You must stop,” she whispered, unable to move with Jock’s weight confining her.

“What? Now?” Jock acted disoriented for a moment. He acknowledged the man at his side with the tilt of his head, acting as if he fully expected to find Frank there.

Jerking, she tried to free herself from Jock’s grip, but he continued pounding his cock inside her, stroking her deeper and with more commitment.

“Jock, please!” She gasped. “Oh my God, Frank! I’m so—”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” Jock grated out, slowly rotating his hips.

“Don’t mind me,” Frank said casually, his eyes burdened by a mix of male heat and disappointment.

“But I do,” she whispered as Jock dropped his head to her chest and used his teeth to free the buttons on her dress.

Round pearls popped and dropped as her top opened and her full breasts were exposed. Distorted emotions filled her head as a new wave of lust washed across Frank’s handsome face.

He was watching as another man took her, another male claimed her. Yet there he was with arms crossed and one knee bent behind him, looking perfectly relaxed.

“Come, baby,” Frank told her, his eyes darkened by shadows of desire. “Let me see you come for him.”

As if all the lessons Frank had taught her came rolling to the fore, Carla came apart in another man’s arms, climbing Jock’s body as she’d climbed and rode another, the same man now observing her with budding interest, deep-seated need.

One man’s cock brought her pleasure, pushed her to that climactic moment, while another man’s eyes imprinted upon her. And in a matter of seconds, she saw their futures more clearly than before.

She belonged to two Alphas, two men who hadn’t necessarily been adversaries, but they certainly hadn’t been friends. For whatever reason, she had been chosen. She saw their pasts and their futures as separate and adjoined entities.

Her love for these men would inevitably change their perceived fates as they came together as one. A new generation of wolf shifters would follow their pack masters, two strong warriors, into the great wild of Wyoming and well beyond all borders of the Western territory they’d yet to discover.

Chapter Five

When Frank had first arrived, Jock could’ve sworn he was on the shoot and looking for trouble. If Jock had been in Frank’s boots, he might have whipped out a weapon and taken advantage of the situation.

To Jock’s surprise, Frank didn’t look as if he’d caught one in the neck, or below the belt for that matter. Instead, he appeared shadowed by lust, in the throes of some sort of remembered fantasy, perhaps one he and Carla had enjoyed in the past, or maybe even one he planned to play out in the near future.

As Jock scurried around to collect his clothes, Carla fidgeted. She nervously reassembled her dress as Frank’s gaze bore into her flesh, his eyes never leaving her as she tried, and failed, to look as if nothing of particular interest had transpired there.

“His penis was inside you when I arrived. Don’t try to dismiss this as if it isn’t anything we need to discuss.”

Carla cleared her throat. “I belong to you.”

“Yes, you do. That’s for damned sure.”

Frank’s tone was as cold as an icy river in the middle of the wintertime and Jock slowly turned, expecting to catch a left swing, closely followed by a right.

“I’m Jock’s mate, too.”

Devilment danced in Frank’s black eyes. His dimples stretched from the corner of his mouth halfway up his cheek as he stalked her then. His eyes suggested he had already forgiven her, as if she needed forgiving, but his demeanor contradicted the way he carried himself, the way he worked his walk as he approached her.

“You belong to me and Jock equally. You’re my mate as much as you’re his.”

“That’s…that’s what I meant,” she stuttered.