Chapter 6

I lay on my back in the soft, damp grass of the garden, completely bare. Cool blades pressed against my skin, tickling the curve of my spine and the backs of my thighs.

Sunlight warmed my skin, and someone was sucking on my nipple.

I tipped my chin down, and met a pair of golden eyes—

Roman.

His mouth was sealed around the swollen tip, tongue flat and slow as he drew the milk out in long, deliberate swallows. One huge hand pinned my other breast, thumb circling the neglected nipple until it beaded and spilled over his fingers. The other hand was locked around my wrist, holding it above my head against the grass like a brand.

Heat radiated from his palm. From his chest. From the hard length of him already pressed between my spread thighs.

“Roman—”

He didn’t answer with words. He sucked harder.Milk flooded his mouth in thick streams; I could hear him swallowing, could feel every pull emptying me while something lower grew wetter and wetter.

He released my nipple with a wet sound, only to latch onto the other one. His teeth scraped lightly, just enough to make me gasp, then his tongue soothed and demanded at once. Both of my breasts were heavy, aching, leaking steadily now. He took everything they gave, and the more he took, the more my body offered.

His free hand slid down, two thick fingers finding the slick heat between my thighs and pushing inside without preamble. I was already soaked. The wet sound of his fingers working me open mixed with the soft, filthy noises of him nursing. He curled them, pressed that swollen spot inside me again and again while his mouth stayed latched, sucking in time with the thrust of his fingers.

I came the first time just like that—mouth open, back arched off the grass, milk spraying across his lips and chin while his fingers curled and rubbed that swollen spot inside me.

He didn’t give me time to recover.

One second I was lying there trembling; the next he had scooped me up as easily as a toy, flipped me, and settled me astride his powerful thighs. His cock was thick and flushed, the head already shiny. He held my hips, lined himself up, and pulled me down in one continuous, merciless motion.

I stretched around him with a broken cry. He was so deep it stole the air from my lungs. My swollen breasts bounced against his chest; fresh milk smeared across the hard planes of muscle. He gripped my waist and moved me on him like I weighed nothing, lifting and dropping me onto every thick inch, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet garden.

“Look at you,” he growled against my throat. “Taking me so well now.”

He leaned forward and captured a nipple again, sucking hard while he thrust up into me. Every pull of his mouth made my inner walls clench; every clench made him groan and fuck deeper. Milk ran down my stomach, down the place where we were joined, making everything slicker, messier. I clung to his shoulders, head thrown back, riding the thick slide of him while he nursed like a man starving.

A slow, amused voice drifted from the shadows of the rose arbor.

“Well, well. Nephew. The saint finally commits a crime?”

Roman’s arms tightened around me, but he didn’t stop moving. He didn’t even look surprised.

Kellan stepped into the moonlight, silk shirt open, diamond chain glinting against his tanned chest. His lighter blue eyes traveled over the two of us—my naked body still speared on Roman’s cock, milk streaking my skin—with open, hungry interest.

“She’s still dripping,” Kellan observed, almost conversational. “How generous of you to share.”

Roman’s hand slid up my spine and fisted gently in my hair, tipping my head back so I had to look at Kellan. His voice was low, rough, and completely calm even as he kept rocking me on his thick length.

“She belongs to the pack now.”

He paused, hips stilling just long enough for the words to settle.

“Don’t you, Cathy?”

Kellan moved closer. One strong hand clamped under my chin, forcing my face up so I couldn’t look away from either of them. His thumb pressed against the corner of my mouth.

Roman chose that exact moment to thrust up hard—deep, deliberate, grinding against the spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. The sudden friction pushed me right to the edge. My whole body clenched. Milk spilled from both nipples in thin streams. A broken, high sound tore out of my throat.

“Ah—ah—y-yes… yes—”

The agreement came out in broken little whimpers, half moan, half surrender, because he was still moving inside me and the climax was already coiling tight and inevitable.

Kellan’s smile widened. He released my chin only to unbuckle his belt with one hand. “Then let’s make sure she understands exactly what that means.”

Roman lifted me just enough for Kellan to sit on the grass behind me. Then they moved together. Roman pulled me back onto his cock facing him; Kellan’s hands spread my cheeks and the blunt head of him pressed against my already-slick entrance from behind.

“Wait—” I gasped.

They didn’t wait.

Kellan pushed in slowly, relentlessly, until I was stretched impossibly full between them. The dual pressure stole every coherent thought. Roman’s mouth found my left breast again; Kellan’s hand reached around and claimed the right. Both of them sucked at the same time—different rhythms, different pressures—while they began to move.

One thrust in while the other withdrew. Then both filling me together, deep and relentless. Milk spilled into two hungry mouths. Every hard suck made my walls flutter around the two thick cocks splitting me open. The wet, filthy sounds of fucking and nursing filled the night air.

“Too much,” I sobbed, even as my hips rolled back to take them deeper. “I can’t—”

“You can,” Roman murmured against my wet nipple. “You’re doing so well for us.”

Kellan’s teeth scraped the other side, then he sucked harder, drawing a fresh rush of milk. “Listen to how wet she is. Our little human milk cow.”

They switched without warning. Suddenly I was on my hands and knees in the grass, Roman behind me, Kellan in front. Roman drove into me in long, powerful strokes while Kellan fed his cock between my lips. I tasted myself and Roman on him. Every time Roman bottomed out, I moaned around the length in my mouth and milk leaked from both breasts, dripping onto the grass in pale streams.

Kellan gathered the drops with his fingers and pushed them past my lips along with his cock. “Drink it. Taste what you give us.”

I did. Sweet and warm and humiliating. Another orgasm crashed through me so hard my arms gave out. Roman held my hips up and kept fucking me through it; Kellan held my hair and kept feeding me his cock and my own milk.

They traded places again. And again. Time blurred. I lost count of how many times they came inside me, how many times they sucked me empty only for my body to refill under their mouths. My nipples were swollen and hypersensitive, red from constant attention. Every brush of grass or tongue or finger sent lightning through me. My thighs shook. Tears slipped down my cheeks—from overstimulation, from the sheer filthy excess of it, from the way my body kept begging for more even while my mind reeled in shame.

“Please,” I gasped. “I can’t...”

Kellan’s lips brushed my ear. “What did you think you were here for, sweetheart?”

Roman lifted his head from my breast. His eyes were molten gold, and his voice belonged to a stranger.

“You signed up for the Griffins’ sex slave, Cathy.”

I jolted awake with a gasp.

I was in my own bed, staring up at the ceiling. Morning light was pouring through the curtains, and my heart was pounding.

Thank God it was only a dream.

But why on earth would I dream something like that?

I pressed my hands over my face and went back through yesterday, one piece at a time.

After Roman told Kellan to back off, Kellan had just laughed and raised his hands. “Relax, nephew. I’m only here for the business.” Roman sent me inside with Henry, and the two of them disappeared into the study.

I lasted about an hour in the nursery. Then I put Henry down for his nap and tiptoed back downstairs.

The study door was open a crack. I stopped beside it and held my breath.

“The Ural deal closed last week,” Kellan was saying. “Copper’s up eleven percent. You can thank me anytime.”

“I’ll thank you when you stop scaring the people who live in my house.”

“Your house?” A chair creaked. “Oh, so we’re playing ‘the Alpha owns everything’ again? You’ve been playing that one since you were twelve.”

“Here we go again. You gave up any say in this pack the day you walked out on your duty to go be a playboy in New York.”

“Oh, please. Without this playboy, you old fossil, the pack would still be up in these mountains chewing on tree bark.”

It sounded like an argument they’d had a hundred times before.

From there, the conversation turned to numbers, and I learned more about the Griffins in twenty minutes than I had in two weeks.

The pack’s real fortune was mining. Centuries ago, a werewolf’s nose for metal had let them find ore by smell alone, and they had locked up the rights to half a dozen mines while everyone else was still digging blind. The mountains around those mines did a second job, too. They kept the pack hidden.

Kellan ran the money side out in the human world. Roman ran everything else. From the sound of it, they needed each other, and both of them hated that.

After a while, Roman’s voice dropped. “Any word from the Talbots?”

“Yeah. Their network’s been busy again.” For once, the teasing had drained out of Kellan’s voice. “Another treaty violation. They’re digging for our real location.”

“Of course they are, they never truly quit.”

“Fucking bastards. They’re digging their own graves. I can’t wait to make them pay for Julian.”

I pressed my back against the wall. Talbots. Another pack, apparently, and an old enemy. Whatever had happened between the two families, it had been bad enough that they were still fighting about it three centuries later.

After that, they lowered their voices, and I couldn’t make out the rest.

I slipped into the little lounge next to the study and sat down on the sofa to wait for Roman. I had about a hundred questions for him, starting with...

I must have fallen asleep there.

A knock sounded at the door.

“Cathy?” Roman’s voice came low and warm through the wood.

That was the moment I noticed my underwear was soaked. Heat rushed up my neck and scorched my face all over again.

“C-come in!” I managed, the words tumbling out in a flustered rush.

He stepped inside with a warm, fond smile, looking as polished and gentle. Completely different from the erotic, cold version in my dream—the one who had pinned me to the grass and shared me with Kellan.

Oh my…

Why would my mind invent something so filthy, so wrong,so-

His gaze flicked over my face for half a second, then softened further. “Come have breakfast with the pack if you want. You’re going to be here for at least a year, and I’d like you to feel like home.”