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  Whitney grumbled and rolled over, and he laughed. All four of them walked out of the room and closed the door behind them. Tomorrow.

  Frank moved down the stairs and back outside. Garth stood on the patio and turned, smiling at him. “She all tucked in?”

  “I believe everything that has happened to her has finally caught up with her. I don’t know how she keeps going.” He took a deep breath. “Where is Marci?”

  Garth sighed. “She’s locked herself in the bathroom in the guest house. It seems she’s having a harder time accepting us than your mate.”

  “I have a bad feeling it has to do with her past. I haven’t found out anything since they just got here, but from what I’ve seen, her family is very protective of her.”

  “I also have the same feeling. That’s why we’re letting Matthew see if he can get her out. He’s the calmest person I know. You still going in straight for the challenge, I still think we just need to take him out tomorrow and get it done with.” Garth mumbled.

  “Can’t. It has to be a recognized fight or the packs won’t follow the new leadership. How many do you have coming in tomorrow?” Frank moved to a chair and sat down.

  He pulled up a chair next to him. “I’ve got more than one hundred coming in tomorrow. They’ll be staying all around your property so don’t be surprised, and warn the others. They’ll stay out of the main house.”

  “About tomorrow. I don’t know if you’ll see me much. From what I’ve been told, now that I’ve been introduced to my mate and it being my birthday, things will get pretty wild. Dana, Theodore, and Cruse are readying the master room now. We don’t know when all of this will hit me. So I’m asking you five to help with Andrew tomorrow. Whitney will be worried about him and I don’t know if I’m going to be able to allow her to leave the room to check on him.”

  Garth shook his head. “That bad?”

  Frank nodded. “I know Dana, Cruse, and Theodore are worried and so am I, but there is nothing I can do, Garth. I need her.”

  His large hand landed on Garth’s shoulder. “You won’t hurt her, Frank, even with the red haze. Now, you might fuck her till she can’t walk, but you won’t hurt her.”

  * * *

  Whitney stared up at the ceiling. The sun had just come up and she was wide awake with butt plug number three in her ass. Her stomach was in knots, but she knew she could do this. She swung her feet off the bed and sat up. “Might as well take a bath.”

  Her mother and father already promised to take care of Andrew for her today and she knew Allie and Marci would help too. Leaning over the tub, she moaned as the plug moved inside her when she turned the water on. Whitney squirted some bubble bath into the water and stepped in, moaning again as the warm water covered her feet.

  She lowered herself into the water and sighed. Today she would become like them. As their wife.

  “Whitney, can we talk?” Marci whispered from the door, her eyes swollen.

  “Why don’t you hop in with me? It’s not like we haven’t been in hot tubs together. This tub is big enough for four men, if you get my drift.” She smiled, trying to ease Marci.

  Marci closed the bathroom door and locked it, stripping out of her clothes. She grinned and moaned as she stepped in, sinking into the warm water across from her.

  “Now, spill. Why were you crying?” Whitney waited as Marci got up her courage.

  “You know they’re my mates, don’t you?” she whispered. Whitney nodded. “Frank guessed it last night. Why are you so afraid? You’ve always wanted one of your own kind. Well, now you have five. And, might I add, one more than me.” She nudged her with her foot.

  She smiled. “I haven’t told anyone, including your mom, about what happened to my mom. One night, when I was seven, I was in bed when someone burst through our front door. I heard mom screaming. I ran out into the hallway and peeked around the corner, and saw two gargoyles raping my mom. My mom saw me standing there and she mouthed for me to hide, and I did. When I heard them leave, I sneaked out again. She was dead. They had ripped her throat out, Whitney.” Tears slipped down her face and she wiped them off.

  “I packed my little backpack and left. I found Allie a week later. We both had our demons, but we clicked. When your mom and dad found us, I thought I had put it all behind me, but now I’m scared. I tried last night to be with them, but I kept seeing my mom, and I ran, locking myself in the bathroom. I slept there. As soon as I could, I sneaked up here.”

  Whitney slowly moved beside her and hugged her. “Oh Marci, I’m so sorry, but you can’t judge those two with all the others. Talk to them, Marci. If there’s one thing I know about you, it’s that you have a backbone and won’t let anyone hurt you. Frank trusts them with my life, Marci, and Frank wouldn’t have saved Andrew if he was going to let us die. Same with you and Allie. He sent for you two, because I was worried Alfred would get to you.”

  She patted Marci’s arm. “Who knows? Maybe Garth and his brothers can help find the two that killed your mom. They are, after all, royalty in their world.”

  Marci frowned and glanced up at her. “Do you really think they could help me find those two men? It was so long ago.”

  “Do you remember what they look like?” Whitney scooted back to the other side while Marci tried to remember.

  “One of the men had a tattoo on his face. It was a weird design, but I think I could draw it. The other man was called Zed. I heard the other man call him.”

  Marci smiled. “Thank you, Whitney. Maybe if they can help me, I won’t feel so threatened. I’d better go so you can relax, and I have some men to apologize to.”

  “You know, you can always talk to me, Marci. I’ll always be there for you, no matter what.” Whitney smiled.

  Marci laughed. “And the same thing goes for you. You okay about today?” She pulled on her pants and shirt.

  “I’m nervous. Who wouldn’t be? Well, except you, Miss Nympho. I’m just afraid I won’t satisfy all of them. I mean, I’ve only been with three men since Asshole.”

  Marci kneeled down by the tub and grinned. “You’ll do fine, little sister. You were meant to be with them. I’ve seen the way Frank and your men watched you last night. If you were an apple, you would have been devoured. As you told me, trust them. They’ll show you what to do. On that cue, I have to go and talk to my five.” Marci stood and opened the door, jumping back.

  “Damn, Cruse, don’t scare me like that.” She laughed, holding her chest.

  “Sorry, Marci, I didn’t want to interrupt you two, but I’m afraid we can’t wait any longer.” Cruse stepped into the bathroom. “Frank needs you, Whitney. The red haze is bad.”

  Whitney stood, grabbing the towel Cruse handed her as Marci waved and left.

  “Don’t bother getting dressed, either. He’s going to need you as soon as you walk into the room. Turn around so I can take the plug out.” He gently cupped her cheek. “I’m sorry we couldn’t give you more time, baby.” He turned her around. “Lean over, Whitney.”

  Taking a deep breath, Whitney sighed and leaned over. Cruse removed the plug and threw it into a small box near the sink.

  He swung her up into his arms and grinned. “Let’s go make you ours, baby.”

  She nodded and laid her head on his chest as he quietly moved through the hallway, down the stairs, and through the family room to a door she hadn’t noticed. “Why is the door hidden?”

  “Frank has always had his room hidden. I think it has to do with his father being killed.” Cruse placed his hand on the wall and the door slid open to a room twice the size of the bedroom upstairs. The room was dark, with candles lit around the room.

  Dana and Theodore stood at each side of the bed naked, and they smiled at her but didn’t say anything.

  Whitney turned her head as Frank snarled behind them. Cruse gently lowered her to the ground and stepped away from her. “I brought her here for you, Frank.”

  Frank’s eyes were red, his fangs protruded over his lips, and a little b
lack fur had started to come out of his skin.

  She glanced down his body. His cock jerked and a small amount of pre-come pearled at the top of his cock. “Frank.” Her gaze flew to his when he came to her and traced his fingers slowly down her body to her mound.

  He pushed two fingers into her, and snarled. “Mine!” Frank pulled his fingers out and picked her up, putting her back against the door. His cock brushed her pussy lips and she moaned against his neck, wrapping her arms around him and her legs.

  “I’m here, Frank. Make me yours,” she whispered into his ear, and licked it.

  “Sorry.” He moaned and moved his cock into her. His hands gripped her ass tight. Frank stopped halfway in, trying to slow himself down and giving her time to adjust to him.

  Her nails dug into his shoulders and she moaned. “God, you’re wide and feel so good. Move, Frank.”

  That was all he needed, and he slammed the rest of the way into her, stretching her further than she had ever been stretched. He snarled and moved his hips back and forth, faster and harder. The door didn’t budge behind her, but she knew she would be bruised later.

  Whitney closed her eyes, her hips moving in a perfect rhythm with his. The warm breath on her neck tickled her sensitive skin as Frank leaned down and bit into her neck, the same place where he had marked her earlier. He swung her away from the door and moved her to the bed, gently following her down onto it.

  His gentle tongue sealed the holes on her neck as she watched him slash his chest with his nail. “Drink, Whitney.” He groaned, sliding his hand behind her neck as he encouraged her to drink.

  Chapter Nine

  Frank pushed through the red haze in his head, slowing his movements. He was determined to make their first time together special if he could. Her soft plump lips covered his chest, Whitney licked at the blood, tasting him as he flexed his hips, and she moaned when he rubbed her clit at the same time his cock pushed forward. “Drink, little witch. I need you in my head before I lose control again.”

  He ground his teeth together when she sucked his skin, drawing his blood into her body. Frank threw his head back, waiting for the connection, knowing she had taken enough of his blood for the conversion. There would be no pain for her this time since most of her body had already gone through the conversion to wolf.

  The only difference was that her life span would now be the same as his and the others. From here on, she would have to take small amounts of blood to survive. Frank snarled at the thought of her feeding from any other man but him. “Never!” he said.

  His gaze flew to Cruse and he nodded. None of them would allow her to feed from anyone else but them. Frank gazed down at the top of her head and smiled. The red haze receded, her touch in his mind gently as that of her hands when touching his body.

  “Seal the wound with your tongue, Whitney—and love, thank you for your gift.” And it was a gift, a precious trust she had given him, entrusting them to protect her and his son for life.

  “Are you going to move, or you going to stay inside me all day?” She giggled and pushed her hips up when she closed the wound, smiling up at him. “I mean, you feel great in me, but I kind of expected more in the sex department. The way you bragged that you would hurt me kind of had me fantasizing what you would do.” Her gaze heated. Whitney reached up, twisting his nipple. “Let’s see what you’ve got, stud.”

  Frank grinned and pulled her hands up over her head. “Are you ready, baby? Because I’ve just gotten started.” He rolled his hips and released her hands. Cruse scooted underneath her and held her hands with one hand while he played with her nipple.

  “These large ruby red nipples need to be pierced soon, as does this nice pink swollen clit of yours.” Frank rolled her clit between his fingers.

  Whitney moaned and arched up to his touch, her skin flushed. “You’re talking too much. More,” she demanded, and he laughed.

  He pulled out of her and flipped her onto her hands and knees. “I think we need that mouth full. Suck Cruse’s cock, Whitney, and hold on,” Frank ordered as he rammed his cock back into her pussy, pushing her forward so she would have to take Cruse deeper into her mouth. “That’s it,Whitney. Suck him, but don’t make him come. I want him in this nice round ass of yours with my cock stuffed in your pussy.”

  Whack, whack, whack. “Mm, love a pink butt when I’m making love to your pussy.” Frank snarled and smacked her butt two more times while he ground his cock into her pussy. Her pussy hugged his cock with each stroke, but he wasn’t even close to coming yet. Wetting two of his fingers with her juices, he slipped them into her ass.

  The small moan around Cruse’s cock had him smiling. Their little woman was a sex kitten, that was for sure.

  Cruse grabbed onto Whitney’s hair and pulled her off his cock. “Give me that ass now.”

  Frank slid out of her and lay down on the bed, pulling Whitney on top of him. “Sit on me, Whitney. Take me into you.”

  Whitney leaned down, kissing his lips softly. “I never thought it possible that I would love anyone again after…” She glanced down and ran her hands over his chest. “In the subway, when I first saw you, I lost my breath. You were so handsome, but the moment I realized I loved you was when you healed Andrew. There was so much love in your touch and your voice. I’ll stand beside you in anything you decide to do.” She slowly lowered herself onto his cock, her gaze holding his.

  Her words wrapped around his large heart and squeezed, just as her pussy squeezed his cock. He reached up and brought her down onto his chest as Cruse slipped in behind her. “Do you know when I realized I loved you? When you opened the bedroom door in the hotel and you had the bed sheets all torn off the bed. Your eyes were almost glowing, daring me to say anything.” Frank reached down and spread her butt cheeks, trying to keep a straight face.

  Whitney’s gaze narrowed and she snarled. “I wasn’t jealous. I just couldn’t stand the fucking smell, and for you to even bring it up now—”

  Frank grinned and captured her mouth with his, drowning out her next words. He glanced up at Cruse, who grinned while he lubed his cock. He broke the kiss and licked her lips. “Remember when I left before Alfred found you?” He held her gaze and she nodded.

  “I couldn’t stand being in the same room any longer, I was confused and scared. I wanted you even then, but I was afraid, Whitney, that what I was feeling was wrong, so I left. I wanted to see if it was just lust, but the further away from you I got, it was as if someone pushed a knife in my heart. When we reached the lobby, I couldn’t go any further. I had to come back. I knew then that you were meant for us, but when I saw those men waiting and trying to get inside, the monster broke loose. You brought me back as you did today. I’m not going to lie. It’s going to be rough. I’m going to be possessive, demanding, and controlling, but I’ll do anything I can to make you happy.”

  Cruse pushed into her ass and leaned down. “We all will, Whitney.” He scraped her neck with his fangs and sank them into her neck, pushing his cock all the way in.

  Whitney’s fingernails dug into his chest and her eyes shifted to that of the wolf. She was ready for their lovemaking.

  Frank took the lead and pumped into her, Theodore and Dana leaned down, sucking her nipples into their mouths while Frank slipped his hand down her stomach to her clit. He rubbed his finger all around it, only briefly touching it, bringing her higher and higher.

  The first shot of his come released inside her. Her eyes grew bigger. She shook, even though they all held onto her, as his come seeped into her walls, making her super sensitive to his cock. Every brush against Whitney’s pussy walls inside made her quiver and moan.

  “Did I forget to mention that my come only enhances your pleasure tenfold?” Frank asked. “It makes your insides crave my touch, my cock brushing against you. Only the full release of my come will satisfy you.”

  Cruse released her neck and started to move faster in her ass while Frank held her gaze, matching his strokes. When Frank had release
d the first squirt of his come, everything inside of her became numb at first, but then the hot tingling sensation started inside her, a cold sweat broke out over her skin, and every little touch sent tremors through her.

  Whitney bent her head down to her chest and caught her breath. It was time to seal their bond her way. She smiled inside, hoping her father or mother hadn’t mentioned the side effects of such a bond. It would serve all of them right for not warning her about Frank’s magical come.

  The ancient spell spilled out of her mouth and Whitney met Frank’s gaze. Magic swirled around the room, caressing all five of them. Frank narrowed his gaze and snapped his mouth shut, Cruse stilled and moaned, Theodore and Dana released her breasts and staggered backwards. The tiny holes where they had fed from closed.

  “What the hell was that?” Theodore looked down at his large, thick cock, which now jerked against his stomach.

  Frank leaned up and grabbed onto her arms, staring down at her. “What did you do?” He pumped into her harder and faster. Cruse cussed behind her and moved with Frank.

  Whitney moaned and grabbed onto his arms. “Sealed our bond the old way,” she gasped.

  There was no stopping them and no one said a word. Sweat beaded Frank’s face, claws replaced hands on her arms, and his fangs once again protruded from his mouth. His eyes turned a deep red color, and a deep snarl rose out of his mouth and those of Cruse, Dana, and Theodore.

  Cruse reached between her and Frank, pinching her clit with his fingers. “Come for us now!” he ordered and Whitney could have sworn the fireworks had started already. Her ears popped, small flashes of light danced in her vision, and her body trembled. The orgasm went on and on, and she thought for sure she would pass out from the pleasure, but Frank’s grip and his magical come spurted inside her, sending another round of tremors.

  Behind her, Cruse snarled and released his seed into her ass, before he slapped it. “That’s for not warning us,” he said, kissing the side of her neck as he slipped out of her ass, spent.