Chapter 3

"I'm not moving in with you." I say to the gorgeous Russian man in front of me. Since I left after our time together we haven’t had a chance to talk about this yet- I wish we could put it off longer.

Yuri glares at me, his almond shaped eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. "How are we supposed to protect you if you don't live here, Sammy?"

"Figure something out! I have my own house. I live right next door!"

Sunlight streams in the window behind him, lighting up his black hair with shades of red and brown. "What part of belonging to us don't you understand?" He's even beautiful when he's angry. Why does he make this harder than it has to be?

"The part where I belong to you! Listen. I'm really grateful for your protection from wolves or whatever, but I think you can protect me just fine if I live next door. It's not like animals can break in and attack me." Good thing none of the other Lowell brothers are home. I don’t really want to have this argument with five hot as hell guys staring me down.

Suddenly, he grabs my wrist and squeezes it. His eyes burn into mine, and my body trembles with barely disguised desire. Why does he have this kind of effect on me? Why can he piss me off yet I still want to kiss the stupid bastard's pouty lips? We fooled around for the first time yesterday and now he wants me to move in with the family? This whole situation doesn't make a whole lot of sense. My entire world has been turned upside down after moving back here. And I thought losing both my parents was bad!

Pressing his body against mine, our lips meet in the middle. His mouth's not exactly soft inviting but the hard passion of it engulfs me. I flick my tongue out to dance with his, the heat of him setting fire to my blood- and I'd willingly burn for this moment to last just a little longer. But we are in the middle of an argument! I can't just give in to him like this. Again. So I pull back and wipe my mouth- although my body still aches for his touch.

Just as Yuri starts to speak, the front door opens and Dmitri and Pasha stand there staring at us. I glance at the two of them, Dmitri’s eyebrows raised in a question and his wolfish grin replaced with a frown.

"Sammy? What are you doing here?" Dmitri asks.

"I was just-" I start, but Yuri cuts me off.

"We were talking about something important," Yuri says, his eyes focused squarely on Dmitri. All three brothers glance at each other like they know something I don't. Well, this brings back memories. Back when we were kids I was always out of the loop when it came to the five of them. The Lowell brothers and their secrets- gotta love it!

"Well, if it's so important why are you doing it alone?" Dmitri asks and puts his hands on his hips. He's still about an inch shorter than Yuri, but with his broad shoulders he looks stronger than his older brother. Who knows if that's the case? Even though Yuri's lanky, he's still a hell of a lot more powerful than he seems.

"I don't think you want to start this argument with me, little brother," Yuri says, and the corners of his lips twist into a dangerous smirk.

Dmitri says something in Russian that I can't understand, and Pasha, the youngest of all five brothers, grabs his shoulder, digging his fingers into the other man’s arm. Then he turns to me. "It’s good to see you again, Sammy. You really grew up."

"I could say the same about you," I say and my eyes travel up and down the blond man's slender but finely muscled frame. The last time I saw Pasha he was a skinny teenager, now he's a hot young man like the rest of his brothers. Just looking at him makes that weird electricity pickle across my skin. His blond hair is as pale as it always was, like moonlight on a clear night. His fair skin and pouty lips hardened by the cut of his jaw and the slight crook of his nose. But the most disconcerting thing about him are those ice blue eyes, paler than any other I've ever seen. Like Yuri's eyes, they seem to stare into my soul- into my being- and see things I can't even begin to explain.

Dmitri drapes his arms around my shoulders and pats my chest. The touch feels right, expected almost, but the nagging in the back my head makes me want to step away. Why do I have a weird addiction to Lowell boys? I really need to get over this. It’s like they're a drug- a drug I can't live without. However, I spent the last seven years of my life living without them, and I did just fine. But ever since I came back my time away seems like a dream, something that didn't really happen. This is the only real life I’ve ever known- this sharp and bright now. Everything else was just a fantasy. God, what the hell is wrong with me?

Summoning up all my strength I shrug off Dmitri’s arms and move toward the door. "Well, it's been nice you guys, but I have some work to do. I've got stuff to pick up at the hardware store. Turns out when house is left unattended for six months things start falling apart."

"You’re not going alone!" Yuri and Dmitri say at once. Pasha stares at me with his eyes wide, frightened almost. What the hell is he scared of? What are they all scared of? Wolves only come out at night, right? And they don't frequent hardware stores.

The scar across my side itches, and I scratch it. Feels like it's getting worse lately, darker red each day. Why did that only happened since I came back? I've had the damn thing for seven long years, and it's been perfectly fine until now. "What? Do I need supervision just to go to the store?"

"I'll go," Dmitri says, "we needed to pick up some nails for the shutters."

Yuri shakes his head. "No, Pasha should go. He can pick up the nails just as well as you can."

Dmitri glares at his older brother, his forest green eyes shining in the late afternoon sunlight, but he doesn't argue.

Suddenly Pasha grabs my arm and pulls me toward the door. "Come. We'd better hurry before it gets dark," he says and then gives me an apologetic smile. His touch makes my skin tingle just like the other brothers. Shit! I'm fucked up. Having a crush on all five brothers? There's definitely something wrong with me.

I glanced back at Yuri and Dmitri as the youngest Lowell brother pulls me out the door. "Do you want me to drive?" I ask. No point arguing now. Doesn't look like Yuri's gonna let me do anything on my own, at least not at the moment.

"No, I can manage," Pasha says and climbs into their old beat up truck. I get in after him and glance at the western mountains and the sun's slow and steady progress toward them. The fields around us are golden with late summer wheat, almost ready for harvest- the hot air alive with the sounds of insects. Is it really so dangerous? Will a wolf attack me during the day just because I’m wolf’s bait? What the hell is an animal gonna do to me besides kill me? There's way too much about the situation I don't understand. Way too much they're keeping secret.

We ride in a comfortable silence, and I'm glad Pasha doesn't bombard me with questions about what I've been up to. Telling him about college and life outside this small farming town doesn't seem to hold any real weight anymore, not after everything else I've been through.

After about twenty minutes we pull into a hardware store, one of those little local ones big cities don't have. "Why didn't we go to Spokane?" I ask as we both climb out of the truck.

Pasha shrugs. "We always come here. Plus, it's closer than Home Depot."

The sign on the door says they close at eight. Glancing at my cell phone I notice we got here just in time. Seven-thirty P.M.

"What did you need?" Pasha asks as we walk inside.

"Pipe stuff," I say, and he points me in the right direction as he heads towards the nails.

I root through the plumbing supplies, hoping I'm picking out the right size, as I remember my dad showing me how to fix things when I was a kid. It'd be so much easier if they were still around, if I could still call them and ask for help. What would they think of this situation? Of the Lowell brothers? The idea of wolf's bait? Who am I kidding? They wouldn't believe a word of it. They could hardly believe that a big white wolf attacked me when I was eighteen- but I had a huge gash in my side to prove it. Now this? Hell, they didn't even know I might be gay. Do I regret never telling them? Damn, I regret a lot of things. Way too much for normal twenty-five-year-old.

As I pick up a pipe, a familiar shiver travels through my body, and suddenly my scar, the one from the wolf attack, itches like crazy. I reach to scratch it, but the annoying sensation just won't stop- like ants crawling around under my skin. Biting it. Gnawing until its an angry red. What the hell?

Then I notice him. A guy standing at the end of the aisle. A man I've never seen before.

"Problem?" he asks and steps toward me while I gape at him like a fish out of water.

I let my hand fall to my side although the horrible itch only grows worse the closer he gets. "Uh, no. Just picking up some supplies," I say dumbly, unable to take my eyes off him.

He smiles, showing bright white teeth and canines that come to sharp and dangerous points. Teeth just like Yuri's. But what the hell does that mean? Not to mention this guy is just as hot as fuck- like all five Lowell brothers. He stands several inches taller than me, even taller than Yuri- he must be something like six four and solid with muscle. His hair is just as pale as Pasha's- a shocking Scandinavian blond. His features are more rugged and handsome than they are beautiful. A strong jaw, a straight nose, a high even brow and a square chin. His eyes are a pale, arctic blue. But the weirdest thing of all is I feel like I've met him before. Like I know him just as well as I know the Lowell brothers, just as well as I knew my parents. Maybe even just as well as I know myself. But that doesn't make any sense!

"Maybe I can help you with something," he says and takes another slow step toward me.

My heart bangs against my ribs. The whole world narrowing to just him and me and this intense electricity between us- like I'm lost and he's my only savior. But no! That's not true! I don't even know this asshole!

Just as I open my mouth to speak someone grabs my shoulder, a familiar touch easing my overly tense body. "Got everything you need?" Pasha asks, his voice rigid and low. Almost a growl.

I nod and glance at him. But he's not looking at me. No. He stares daggers at the tall blond guy. The kind of dangerous look I've only ever seen on Yuri's face. What did this guy do to piss him off? Do they know each other or something?

Suddenly, Pasha pulls me away. As we walk down the aisle I feel that man's spell break like shattering glass. I glanced back at him, and the man smiles.

"See you around," he says holding up his hand in a mock wave.

God. I hope not.

After we pay and head outside, I shake off Pasha’s hand. "What the hell was that about?"

"That man, he's- dangerous," Pasha says and starts the truck.

"Dangerous how?"

Pasha bites his bottom lip, a habit he's had since he was just seven years old. "Yuri will tell you."

I frown at him. "Maybe I want you to tell me."

"I- I can't. I'm sorry, Sammy, but Yuri needs to be the one to tell you. Has he told you anything?"

The last rays of light shine over us as the sun ducks behind the western mountains. I sigh, heavily. "He told me I'm wolf's bait, but he didn't really say what that meant- besides wolves want me or something." In truth it was hard to pay attention with everything else that was going on at that moment- Yuri’s body pressed flat to mine and his breath on my neck. The fat length of his cock rubbing against my hardened shaft. Shit! Just thinking about it turns me on!

"Anything else?" he asks, and I feel his eyes boring into me.

Heat seeps over my cheeks and up my ears. If Yuri didn't tell his brothers about what happened yesterday, should I? "Not really," I say and hope it sounds convincing.

Thankfully, Pasha doesn't ask any other questions, and we ride the rest of the way home in silence. Pulling back up to the Lowell brothers house I see Alexei and Nikolai are both home. Dmitri stands on the porch waiting to greet us as the smells of cooking waft from the open windows.

"Yo, Sammy," he calls, "you'll eat dinner with us."

I glance at Pasha and then back at my old friend. "I actually have some stuff at home," I say.

"You should eat with us," Pasha says, his voice low.

The command makes me want to follow him- makes me want to do anything he tells me to do. The thick buzzing of electric need surges through every nerve in my body, exciting my senses. Dinner with the Lowell brothers? Why should it excite me this much? I had a hundred dinners with them back when we were growing up, and they were nothing special. Just something kids to do with their neighbors and their friends. Why does this feel different somehow? And do I really have a choice? Probably not.

"Can I freshen up first?" I ask and start toward my house. If I can get away from their magnetic pull maybe I can get out of this situation.

Dmitri’s lips twist into a wolfish grin. "I don't think that's necessary. Come. It's like old times."

Sighing, I follow Pasha up the stairs and toward the five strange brothers.

Alexei and Yuri are arguing in Russian when we get inside, their voices low growls of syllables I don't understand. Alexei's dirty blond hair hangs in his eyes, and he shoves it out of the way as he madly gestures at his older brother. Nikolai sets the table, but when he notices us he says a single word and they both cease. I have the sinking feeling that argument was about me. Great way to start dinner!

"Good. You’re staying," Yuri says to me, and Alexei glares at him.

"For dinner," I say and set down my bag of plumbing supplies.

"He was at the store," Pasha says and gives Yuri a meaningful look.

Yuri bears his sharp teeth. "You’re staying the night with us, Sammy," he orders and the familiar tingle surges through my body.

Dammit! I don't want to give into them, even though it would be so much easier- even though looking at them makes the heat rush to my needy groin. Why am I so fucking weak?

Before I can respond, Dmitri calls everyone for dinner. Nikolai and Pasha bring in plates piled high with the cooked meat and potatoes, typical Russian fare. There's even a salad, but I don't know if that's for them or just for my sake. The Lowell brothers tend to eat more meat than anyone I've ever seen.

Pasha dishes up our plates as everyone else takes their seats at the table. Looking at each brother's servings, mine seems downright minuscule, but it's not. How the hell do they eat that much and not gain a bit of weight? It's a mystery.

We eat in a chorus of growls, grunts and savage chewing. When we were kids I thought this was just a game they played – I didn't realize they ate like this all the time. Any conversation they have is in Russian, probably so I won't be able to understand what they're talking about. It sounds heated – but then again most Russian does.

I finish first and watch the rest of them devour their food, taking in the beauty of these five men. Alexei's strong jaw and chin are masculine and handsome, his frame more muscular than thin- similar to Dmitri’s. His longish dirty blond hair has a fringe that dangles in his clear gray eyes. The slight crook of his nose and curve of the lips soft and alluring. As the second oldest, he's not quite as tall as Yuri, standing at just about six feet like Dmitri and me.

Nikolai and Yuri look almost identical. They both have long, almost black hair that hangs well past their toned shoulders, and lanky but finely muscled builds, like swimmers. Their almond shaped eyes are nearly the same blue, but Yuri's are just slightly brighter while Nikolai's are deep and fathomless like the ocean.

Finally I look at Dmitri, the one I was closest to growing up. The one I wanted more than any of the others- if that's even possible. His rusty hair is wavy, hangs just past his ears and is just as unkempt as usual. Like all the other Lowell brothers he has a Russian nose, full lips and intriguing eyes, except his are deep forest green- like moss.

The room pickles with a strange energy, and each brother casts me side long glances like they're trying to keep the others from realizing they're looking at me. What the hell is it with them?

"Yuri, this is ridiculous. Tell him!" Alexei says and slams his fist on the table.

"I did. He's not ready to believe. What more would you have me do?" The oldest brother says calmly.

Alexei huffs and rolls his eyes, shoving away his empty plate. "What the hell are we supposed to do if he doesn't believe it?"

I frown. "I'm right here, you know?"

Alexei's lips curve into a cruel smile. "Believe me. We all know. Your presence is impossible to ignore."

Then all five brothers look at me, their eyes burning my flesh like brands. My heart slams against my ribs and the room seems suddenly devoid of air. Sweat drips down my neck, my back, my chest, and the sudden surge of heat builds up in my cock and balls. Why does just being around them turn me on?

"I really need a shower," I say and stand up without waiting for their approval. Then I hurry toward the front door. I need to get out of here as soon as possible- get away from those eyes, that hungry presence, that aching need in my gut and veins and heart. I’m running by the time I step outside. Feet pounding against the wooden porch, down the steps, across the manicured lawn and toward the little white fence that separates our two yards.

"Wait!" Dmitri calls and strong hands grab me by the shoulders.

I try to pull away, to fight off whoever’s gripping onto me, his fingers digging into my flesh- exciting it in ways only they can.

"Shh,"Pasha whispers, wrapping his arms around my waist. His breath hot and welcoming on my neck. I practically melt into his touch, just like I did with Yuri yesterday and Dmitri all those years ago. Why are they so impossible to resist? Lips brush my skin, tingling across my flesh. Slowly his hands creep under my T-shirt and rub the flat of my stomach, each touch like a jolt of electric lust. No other person can make me feel like they do. But why?

Suddenly' a wolf howls in the distance, and Pasha looks up.

"Get him inside," Yuri growls, and Pasha loosens his grip on me.

Pulling away from the youngest Lowell brother, I run toward my house once again. Even though my body begs me to give into them- begs me to submit to this powerful desire- my mind argues in the other direction. I might belong to them (whatever that means) but it doesn't mean I have to be around them all the time. I can't handle that amount of pressure, that amount of frustration. As I reach my front door, somebody slams into me from behind, my body sandwiched between the house and a powerful male form.

"You really want to get away from us that badly?" Yuri barks in my ear. His heart beats against my back, his cock digging into my ass. This is just like the last time, and I don't know how I'm supposed to resist him.

"I just want to live in my parent's old house," I pant, forcing my voice to be as normal as possible.

He growls in my ear, but surprisingly backs away.

As I turn around to face him, I notice all five brothers watching from the growing darkness, their eyes glowing in the dim light of evening.

"You still need protection, Sammy," Yuri says.

Dmitri steps forward. "I'll stay with him."

"Sorry, little brother. I don't trust you to control yourself properly. Alexei. Nikolai. You stay," Yuri commands.

Dmitri glowers at his older brother, but once again he doesn't argue. Then Alexei and Nikolai step toward me, both clad in only tight wife beaters and well fitting jeans. I have to spend the night alone in my house with those two? Why does that suddenly seem like a bad idea?

"You trust them the follow the rules?" Dmitri barks.

"Better than you," Nikolai says and casts his younger brother a wolfish smile.

Yuri narrows his eyes. "You know what to do and what not to do," he says and steps off the porch into the shadows. Pasha and Dmitri follow, both glancing back at me as they cross into their own yard. Hell, maybe I should've stayed with them, but I can't change my mind now- that would look like weakness. And I already have enough weaknesses for one man.

As I lead them inside, I suddenly wish the house wasn't decorated with floral wallpaper and matching floral couches. At least there aren't any doilies lying around.

"Uh, make yourself comfortable, I guess," I say. Of all the Lowell brothers, Alexei and Nikolai are the ones I spent the least amount of time with growing up. They were just too old when I moved here at age ten and always seem to have their own lives. What the hell are we supposed to talk about?

"Sorry about your parents," Nikolai says, and I nod.

Alexei locks the door behind us and moves to the open windows. "We need to shut these and lock them," he says and casts a meaningful glance at his younger brother.

"But it's not a full moon. I thought wolves only came out on the full moon." Although that doesn't make any sense- unless they're werewolves or something. The thought makes my heart beat faster, my hands get damp. Would that explain everything? Their actions? Motivations? Or is it just crazy?

Alexei smiles, his teeth as pointed as Yuri's. "Wolves can come out any night, Sammy. And you're especially vulnerable."

I frown but don't question him. Even if I do he'll probably tell me the same thing Pasha did. Ask Yuri. Instead I help them shut all the windows. When we're finished, Alexei sprawls on the couch and pats the cushion next to him, a dangerous glint in his gray eyes.

"Wanna watch TV?" I ask and don't sit down. Being too close to him will just make uncomfortable things happen. Uncomfortable being an unwanted boner. How would I explain that?

"Oh, we could do something more interesting than television," he says, spreading his legs wide. The bulge in his pants strains against the tight material, and my fingers itch to free it. Dammit! When did I become such a pervert?

Nikolai glances at the lacy curtains covering the tall windows. "He might be watching."

The blond brother shrugs his broad shoulders. "Let him. We won't break any of his rules. But we can still have plenty of fun. I know you want to, little brother."

Nikolai's pale cheeks flush pink, and he frowns.

"What the hell are you guys talking about?" I ask and cross my arms. Being left out of the conversation between the five of them I can live with, but in my own house? Hell no!

Suddenly Alexei stands and grabs my arm. His fingers dig into my biceps, bruising the flesh with his blunt fingers. How did he move so fast? I didn't even see him walk across the room. It's like one second he was on the couch and the next he was in front of me. "I think you know, Sammy," he says and runs a finger across my lips.

I take a deep breath, willing the hardness in my pants to go down.

Leaning into me, he whispers in my ear. "We know what you did with Yuri. We can smell it on you."

Heat burns across my cheeks as I try to step away from him, but his hold is too strong- just like his older brother's. "You want to have sex?"

"You want it too. Your heart. Your scent- it calls to us."

I glance at the closed windows. The couch I watched TV on as a kid. All of the old familiar things in this family house, and Alexei and Nikolai are like intruders here- or they should be. But it doesn't feel like that. It still feels like home even though I don't think they've ever been inside it before. “Who’s watching?"

"You know who," Nikolai says and takes a step closer to me.

Yuri. I don't have to ask to know I'm right. Who else would be watching? "And he's okay with this?" I'm just buying time until I can think of a plan to get away from them. If I can think of a plan.

Alexei moves behind me, grinding his hips into my ass and wrapping his hands around my flat stomach. The blunt head of his cock rubs my rounded flesh with sick desire. "We know the bargain you made, Sammy. You can't hide it from us. He can't keep you all to himself. He has to share with his pack."

I take a deep, shuddering breath. Willing my body to remain calm. Willing my mind to remain clear. Fuck! They have some sort of power over me, a charm I just can't resist no matter how badly I want to.

Suddenly Nikolai steps up to me. He's just slightly shorter than I am, and his deep blue eyes study my face with intensity. "We should go upstairs."

I nod, not trusting myself to speak, but Alexei does not relinquish his hold.

"Who said you were in charge, little brother?" he growls at the dark haired man.

"Just because you're older doesn't mean you're wiser" Nikolai says, a smirk twisting his perfect mouth.

Alexei grumbles, but he pulls me toward the stairs nonetheless, and I stumble after him with Nikolai in our wake. Once we get to the landing he doesn't pull me into my bedroom- or even one of the guest bedrooms. No. Instead, he shoves me on the floor and rips off his wife beater in one liquid movement, his muscular chest perfectly defined and smooth. I scramble back across the floor, but Nikolai is behind me, my body pressed against his legs. When did he get there? I've no idea, but he looks down and smiles.

"You can't get away," he says, sounding exactly like Yuri did yesterday. "As long as we protect you, Sammy, you belong to us."

Fuck! He’s right. Worse yet, I don't really mind- I just don't understand. Shouldn't I mind? Shouldn't belonging to someone make me feel used and not fulfilled? Nikolai and Alexei don't really give me a chance to think about it. They descend on me in one fell swoop- Alexei coming in from the front and Nikolai from behind, and I'm powerless against them.

Lips assault my neck, covering it in hard passionate kisses. Nips, sucks and bites on my sensitive flesh. I moan, leaning into Nikolai's chest, my back pressed flush against his feverish body, and he wraps his arms around me. Pulling up my shirt to reveal my chest, I lift my arms and let him take it off.

Alexei works at my pants, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans in unprecedented time. Before I have a chance to react he yanks them off my slender hips and my boxers with them. My cock stands at stark attention, so hard it's almost curled against my stomach, and I gasp as his hot breath blows across it.

His mouth just barely brushes my oversensitive head, slick with pre-come, and he smirks. "I'm going to make you beg for it, Sammy," he groans and kisses my thigh.

Nikolai's fingers traverse my chest, pinching at my pink nipples and turning them an angry red. One hand rubs my scar until it burns under the feverish touch. I can't believe this is happening. Two Lowell brothers at one time. When did I get so lucky? But is it luck or something else? Who knows? Not that it matters at this moment.

Alexei rocks back on his heels and pushes the dirty blond hair from his eyes as he unbuttons his pants. I stare in anticipation at the bulge beneath them.

"You still hungry?" he asks.

My cheeks flush, but I can't take my eyes away from him or that thick weapon between his legs. Kicking off his jeans he moves toward me, and I involuntarily lick my lips as Nikolai's mouth scorches the skin on my back. I've never wanted to suck cock so badly in my entire life.

Eagerly I crawl toward his waiting shaft. Glancing up at him once, I notice a look of surprise on his handsome face. Didn't he expect this? I don't really care. He's Alexei Lowell. A fantasy man, just like Yuri. Something I finally get to have. Weird. Without reservations I open wide, flicking my tongue over the head of his cock. Lapping at the rich and thick pre-come that leaks from the tip. Yes. This is what I always wanted. Why have I been denying it when it feels so right?

"Sammy," Alexei groans as I ease my mouth over his throbbing shaft. Pursing my lips and sucking as hard and as slowly as I can. I want this moment to last. Twirling my tongue and bobbing my head, each slow thrust nudges the back of my throat, but I swallow willingly. Easily. I want him as deep inside of me as he can get. He tangles his fingers in my reddish brown hair and moans. Yes. He likes it just as much as I do. Good.

Hot wet kisses suddenly assault my ass, and hands grip my hips, rub my thighs, easing my legs open. I obliged and the tingling want in my body increases with each touch from Nikolai's long and talented fingers. The heat of his tongue trails over my taint, and I can barely suppress a moan with Alexei's cock buried deep in my throat. Each lick over my sensitive balls torments my aching flesh. The gentle wetness exciting me in ways I've never experienced. Pushing my ass toward him, I suck faster.

Without warning, Alexei pulls back. His breath hard and heavy as he stares down at me, and his cock still standing at full attention.

"Do him, Sammy," he pants.

My body reacts to the order before I realize what I’m doing. I stand up and turn around, kissing Nikolai's toned chest. Taking his nipples in my mouth and sucking them until they’re as dark pink as my own. He moans- gripping my shoulders like he'll never let go. With our bodies pressed together like this, the feverish heat engulfing us both, it feels like we might catch fire. Slowly, I rub my hardened cock against his. I don't remember him taking off his clothes, but he must have when I sucked off Alexei. Good. Flesh on flesh is the best.

Kissing my way down his chest, I finally arrive at his rock hard cock in a garden of black curls. Without prompting, I take the whole thing in my mouth. Both its length and girth are slightly different than Alexei's, but still wholly satisfying. His tangy pre-come tasty on my eager tongue. He moans, loud and unrestricted, almost a growl. Gripping his hips and rubbing my hands over the rounded flesh of his ass, I lick and suck to a chorus of his delight.

Then Alexei grabs my own pounding member, griping it tightly as his tongue flicks over the sensitive head. It takes all my strength not to stop what I'm doing and give into the pleasure in my groin- that insatiable lust piercing my body and soul with each lick and kiss. As the heat of his mouth engulfs me the world explodes like fireworks in the summer sky. I'm moaning around Nikolai's cock, sucking it as hard as I can, and enjoying each thrust into the back of my throat. Each choking slam. I want him to come inside of me. I want them both to come inside of me.

Suddenly Nikolai's slender fingers yank at my hair as he bursts in my mouth. The hot seed slipping down my throat pleasingly. Yes! This feels like home.

"I want to taste him," he growls, and Alexei relinquishes my dick.

As we trade places, I once again take Alexei's turgid member inside me- licking and sucking it into a passionate oblivion.

The warmth of Nikolai's mouth feels different than his brothers- his tongue longer, his lips slightly fuller as they kiss the tip. As he wraps his slender fingers around my balls, I'm not sure how much longer I can last. The familiar tingle building and building as he takes me deep inside his throat.

The world narrows to this hedonistic moment, the hard passion surrounding all three of us. Our sweat slick bodies move of their own accord. Fingers slipping over skin, the rich manly scent of semen and musk filling the air. And I don't want to be anywhere else in the entire world right now. This lusty release is all that matters.

With one final trembling thrust we both explode. Me in Nikolai’s mouth and Alexei inside mine. I'm not sure how I swallow it. My heart hammers against my chest like it's trying to break free, and I'm breathing hard through my nose, gasping for air.

Pulling back, Alexei rubs his thumb over my lips, tilting my chin up to look at him before he collapses on the floor next us. Slowly, he leans in and kisses me, our tired but passionate lips mashing together seamlessly. Then Nikolai kisses my thigh and my stomach and smiles against my overly hot skin.

"Looks like Yuri was right about him," the younger brother says as his fingers trail over my exhausted flesh.

Alexei chuckles. "He can't be wrong all the time. And it's not like we had a choice," he says and his fingers trail my scar. The scar that wolf gave me seven years ago. The scar that got me into this whole mess to begin with.

We rest until we catch our breath and the waves of contentment wash over us, but the hardwood floor doesn’t make a comfortable bed.

"I'm going to get some water, you guys want anything?" I ask and get up just as my legs start to fall asleep.

Without answering, they both follow me downstairs and into the kitchen. At least they're good at protecting me from all those kitchen wolves. If Yuri was watching before, he knows what we just got up to or he'll have an idea since we're all naked now.

I try to push the thought for my mind as I stand at the sink and fill up a glass. Staring into the shadows of my yard I see something move. Suddenly, a large white shape emerges from the bushes and pale blue eyes glow in the darkness.

"Shit!" I step back and drop my glass on the hardwood floor. It shatters into pieces, and both Alexei and Nikolai glare at the window.

"He found you," Alexei growls.

I don't need to ask- I already know. It's that wolf. The one that attacked me seven years ago. The one the Lowell brothers are protecting me from. But if that wolf really wants me, will their protection do me any good?