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  Hunter put his free hand behind Casey’s head, drawing her in close for a kiss. Their tongues mingled, teasing one another’s as he continued to finger her.

  But she wanted more. And when she placed her hand on his cock, feeling its thick length through his jeans, she knew he wanted the same.

  She went to work on his belt, opening it and pulling his jeans down to his ankles. He kicked off his boots, the brown shoes falling to the floor with a thud. Under the jeans, Hunter wore gray boxer-briefs, his cock outlined and straining against the fabric.

  “You want this dick again?” he growled into her ear. “Once wasn’t enough?”

  She moaned, bucking her hips into his hand, the orgasm drawing closer and closer. But she wasn’t ready for it just yet. As good as Hunter’s fingers felt inside of her, she knew she needed more, to be filled completely.

  “I want it,” she moaned. “Want it so bad.”

  “Then say ‘please.’” He grinned—there was that same Stone cockiness that she hated and loved all at the same time.

  “P...please.”

  “Good girl.”

  He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and rolled them down, his cock springing out, thick and dripping just for her. Casey grabbed onto it, feeling its pulsing warmth. She stroked him slowly, moving her fingertips over the curve of his shaft, the ridge of his head. Hunter growled with pleasure, and she knew he wanted more, just the same as she did.

  “Come on,” she sighed. “I need it. Please.”

  She was a strong woman, but somehow, the Stone brothers always managed to bring out the submissive side of her, the one that wanted nothing more than to give herself over to a strong, powerful alpha.

  Her hand still on his cock, Hunter moved over top of Casey, the head of his prick dragging against the pink, wet line of her pussy. He teased her more like this, moving up and down, giving her a hint of what she really wanted.

  Casey couldn’t take any more. She stroked the length of Hunter’s cock one last time before guiding him down, down to where she wanted him. Casey wrapped her legs around his narrow hips, bringing him closer between her legs.

  First, she felt his head spread her open. And then he entered her. Then he pushed into her deeply, one inch after the other.

  And there were many, many inches.

  Soon, he was buried inside of Casey, her wet walls gripping his prick and holding onto him tight. Hunter’s face formed into a tight expression of pleasure as he held himself deep inside of her. Then he pulled back and buried himself to the root once again.

  The pleasure was unlike anything Casey had ever known. He felt so good inside of her, so right, like he was exactly where he was meant to be.

  A thought occurred to her—was Hunter...the one? Was he the alpha meant to imprint on her?

  What was it about him? The other brothers were just as hot, just as gorgeous. What was it about Hunter that made him the focus of her fantasy?

  Before she could give the matter too much more thought, more footfalls sounded out from the hallway of her fantasy.

  Two pairs.

  The door opened right as Hunter was in the middle of a frenzy of thrusts, Casey’s round breasts bouncing wildly as he pounded her hard. But her attention went to the door as it opened, two tall figures stepping in from the hallway outside.

  It was Bryce and Jake.

  Back in the real world, Casey gasped in surprise, her eyes going wide as she realized what she’d imagined.

  What the fuck? Why am I thinking about Hunter, and now the other two are there? What’s wrong with me?

  She closed her eyes, the fantasy coming right back as it was before.

  “You started without us?” asked Jake. “Not cool, man.”

  “Right,” said Bryce. “Brothers share.”

  Casey wanted to say something in the fantasy to these pretend brothers, but the pleasure of Hunter drilling away at her was too much. All she could do was focus on how good it felt, how Hunter brought her closer and closer to orgasm with each thrust.

  Jake and Bryce stripped off their shirts as they approached the bed. Jake was beefy and muscular—a true athlete’s body. And Bryce was leaned and toned, colorful tattoos covering his ropy, but fit, body.

  Bryce stepped to the side of the bed, placing his big, rough hand on Casey’s breasts, kneading it firmly as he teased her nipple. Jake leaned in and kissed the other breast, more pleasure rushing through Casey’s body as Hunter continued to fuck her.

  “Come on, man,” said Jake. “Quit keeping her all to yourself.”

  “Then quit complaining and get in here,” said Hunter.

  Jake and Bryce stepped out of their jeans and shoes, their cocks as long and thick and gorgeous as their brother’s. Once they were nude, Jake reached down and put his hands on Casey’s hips, grabbing her and flipping her body over.

  “My turn,” said Jake.

  Casey looked back to see Hunter grin as he moved, Jake taking position behind her. Jake mounted Casey, one hand on her hip as he worked his cock into her waiting pussy. More pleasure ran through her as he filled her tight cunt, his prick as satisfying as his brother’s.

  Jake didn’t waste any time pounding away, Casey’s eyes going wide at the intensity of his strokes. She turned, Bryce’s cock in front of her. Without thinking, she wrapped her lips around his shaft, sucking him with wild abandon. She reached behind her and grabbed onto Hunter’s cock, stroking it as she sucked.

  Three cocks—it was all too much. Casey couldn’t resist the orgasm any longer. It blasted through her body, causing her to curl up in the real world. In her fantasy, one brother came after another, Jake unloading into her pussy, Bryce into her mouth, and Hunter all over her tits. She was covered and filled and satisfied.

  But when the orgasm faded and Casey opened her eyes to see that she was still in her bedroom, panic gripped her.

  What the fuck was that? Did I seriously just fantasize about getting fucked by...all three of them?

  The idea didn’t sit right with her. Casey laid still as the orgasm faded from her body.

  It seemed wrong. After all, they were brothers. Sure, it wasn’t like they were doing anything with each other, but still. Her chest rose and fell, her pussy still throbbing from the fantasy. When she was ready, Casey sat up. Her hands shot to the drawer, and she took out the letter, her eyes moving over the words.

  She wanted to know who had sent it. Had it been one of the Stones? It was so...unlike them. In person, the guys were gruff, cocky, arrogant. But the letter spoke to true feelings, ones that were emotional and tender—revealing, even.

  It was all so much to process. And even without all that to worry about, there was still the matter of what was going to happen with the tribe. She’d spoken big words during the meeting, but words were only one thing—there had to be action.

  A clatter in the living room broke her out of her thoughts.

  “Ah, fuck!” It was her dad. He was up and likely hungover.

  She slipped on her panties and jeans before climbing off the bed and stepping into her shoes. Sure enough, when she was out in the living room, her father was there, his hand on his head as he stumbled around.

  “Dad—you all right?”

  “Fine, fine,” he said. “Just...had kind of a shitty nap.”

  He shook his head before going over to the kitchen and snatching up his bottle of whiskey. Casey opened her mouth to speak, but before she said a word, she stopped herself, realizing there was no point. Her father would sober up, or he wouldn’t—it was simple as that. And she knew what would happen if he didn’t.

  “Meeting go all right?” he asked before taking a swig of the booze then pouring himself a glass.

  “I think so. The brothers are ready to lead. And I’m going to help them.”

  He looked up from his drink, surprised.

  “They’re going to let you?”

  “You don’t think I can?”

  “Case, you know I think you’re a
s smart as a whip. Hell, you could probably lead this pack yourself if you had to. Just didn’t think the brothers would be on board for that.”

  “Well, I’m going to make sure they don’t do anything too crazy.”

  A knock sounded at the door. James and Casey regarded one another.

  “I’ll get it,” she said.

  Casey hurried to the door and opened it.

  It was Jake.

  He grinned as he laid eyes on her, his gaze moving up and down her body.

  “What’s up?” she asked.

  His expression turned serious.

  “We got a situation.”

  “What kind of situation?”

  “You’d better come with me. It’s...life and death. And we need to move—now.”

  Casey’s stomach tensed. But more than being afraid, she was ready.

  The pack depended on her. And she wasn’t about to let it down.

  CHAPTER 9

  CASEY

  “Tell me what’s going on!”

  Jake grumbled to himself as he led Casey through the pack grounds. He glanced around—the place was still a mess from the attack, no one having bothered to clean up. Broken branches were everywhere, many of the windows of the cabins smashed. Plenty of work would need to be done to get the place up to speed.

  But all of that would have to wait. They had more pressing matters to attend to.

  “Come on—it’s better if I show you in person.”

  “You could tell me something,” said Casey. “Anything.”

  She looked over Jake as they moved. She could tell that part of him was glad to have her help in running the pack. But she felt the more time he spent with her, the more he remembered that she was always the headstrong type, the kind of woman who wasn’t content to sit on the sidelines and wait for the men to tell her what to do.

  She was an omega, but one that would need to be tamed. “It’s the supplies,” he said. “Any of you bother to check on them after the attack?”

  Casey said nothing as they continued on. “N...no.”

  “Well, that’s what it’s about. The situation’s bad. You’ll see for yourself.”

  The two of them kept on, making their way to the wooden warehouse where the supplies for the pack were kept. As they approached, Jake laid eyes on the smashed-through front doors to the place.

  “Holy shit,” said Casey. “Who did that?”

  “One of the packs that attacked. Might’ve been during the attack itself, or maybe they came in for a quick raid while you all were still distracted.”

  They eventually reached the broken doors. Jake stopped, and Casey formed up at his side. He watched the color drain out of her face as she took in the sight.

  “Holy...shit,” she said.

  It was bad, just like he’d said. The supplies—mostly food, but medical gear as well—were totally trashed. Bags of food were ripped open, medical kits stomped and broken. It was a total catastrophe.

  “That’s not the worst part,” said Jake. “Go inside.”

  Casey took a step into the barn, her face twisting up in disgust right away. “What...is that...”

  “It’s piss,” he said. “The wolves broke in, smashed up what they could, and then ruined what they couldn’t. This was some vindictive shit.”

  Casey left the barn, casting one last look over the sight before flicking off the lights and shutting the door. She crossed her slender arms over her body and looked away.

  “This...this is a fucking nightmare,” she said. “Those supplies are all we have.”

  “No kidding,” said Jake. “But how the hell did you not notice what happened?”

  She shook her head. “We were all distracted, still licking our wounds from the attack. And the day before had been distribution, so no one was running low.”

  She turned her green eyes to Jake.

  “We need to do something. People are going to be going through their supplies in the next few days.”

  “And it’s too dangerous for members of the pack to be fucking going into town on their own.”

  “What about your dad? Can’t he order in some shipments?”

  “He could, and we’re going to get him on the line to see what he can do. But it might be a week before he can arrange something. And that’s assuming the packs around don’t hijack the shipments on their way in.”

  “Then...we need to think of something else.”

  “You’re right about that. And I’ve got just the idea.”

  “What is it?”

  “Come on.”

  The two of them left the barn and went back to the alpha cabin. Jake opened the door for Casey, stepping in after her. Bryce and Hunter were there, and being around all three of them made her fantasy come back fresh to her mind. Her face went red, the brothers reacting with confused expressions.

  “You all right?” asked Hunter.

  Oh, nothing—only that I masturbated to the three of you all fucking me at once about thirty minutes ago. The usual stuff.

  “Just still thinking about what Jake showed me,” she said.

  Jake pulled out one of the chairs and Casey sat down. On the table in front of the brothers was a collection of what looked to be maps of the area.

  “What are these?” asked Casey.

  Hunter spoke up. “We went through Mick’s shit while checking the place out. Dude probably wouldn’t be happy about us rooting through his things, but desperate times.”

  “And not like he’s around to complain,” said Bryce.

  “Anyway,” said Hunter. “Turns out he’d done some pretty good recon of the area not too long ago—showed the territory of all the other packs in the region, along with whatever he’d been able to see about their territory.”

  Jake tapped a spot on the map labeled with the words “Moon Beasts.”

  “Moon Beasts,” he said, repeating the words on the map. “They’re one of the packs in the area, and probably the weakest. I bet they teamed up with Byron and the Razor Claws to pick at our corpse after they’d taken us out. Probably the only way a shithead pack like them would move up in the world.”

  “And what’re you thinking?” asked Casey.

  “We do a raid,” said Hunter. “And we do it tonight. Moon’s going to be waning tonight, so the light should be low. We’re thinking the three of us, along with a couple of the betas from the pack, move in, steal what we can, and give them the same treatment they gave us.”

  “Like, wrecking their shit?”

  The brothers grinned. “Yeah,” said Bryce. “Wrecking their shit. It’ll send a message that we’re not to be fucked with, that we’re not going to sit around while they plan to take us out.”

  Casey liked the idea.

  “But we’re weak right now,” she said. “We can’t afford to lose a single wolf.”

  “And that’s why we’re not going to do that,” said Hunter. “We’re going to keep it small and make sure we’re in and out. We’ll have supplies before they know what hit them.”

  “We take a van,” said Bryce. “We’ll all load up, and then park it outside of Moon Beast territory. We’ll steal some shit, get it in the van, and bring it back to our turf. We do this right, and we’ll have more than enough to keep us going until our dad can resupply us.”

  Casey was nervous and excited all at once.

  “All right,” she said. “I’m in. But...you guys are down with me going?”

  Jake laughed. “Well, not like you’d listen to us if we told you no, Case.”

  The brothers laughed, and Casey allowed herself a small smile. Hey, she considered, they weren’t wrong.

  “We meet here at nine tonight,” said Bryce. “On the dot. You’re not here, we leave without you.”

  “Got it,” said Casey. “I’ll make sure I’m rested and ready to go.”

  The brothers nodded, and she took one last look at them before leaving the cabin. The air rushed out of her lungs when she left. Being around all of the brothers at once, so soo
n after she’d had her fantasy...it was almost too much to take.

  And she knew it was wrong—what could be more wrong than wanting all three brothers at once? But she couldn’t get it out of her head. The urge to go back home and touch herself again to the thought of having them was almost inescapable.

  But she put it aside. It was a little after noon, which meant she had time before the raid. She went back home, where she found her father passed out. She checked up on him, making sure he had water and a blanket.

  She hated seeing her father like that, knowing how strong he’d once been. Casey imagined James fit and healthy and sober, being there at her side as they went on the raid. But the brothers hadn’t even bothered to ask if one of the pack’s only remaining alphas would be joining them—it went without saying that he was likely far too drunk to be of any use.

  Casey passed the day making herself useful around the pack grounds, helping some of the other wolves clean up and get the place looking halfway normal. But she knew it would all be pointless if Byron and the other wolves attacked again. And it was only a matter of time.

  The evening came, her father waking up a few times but only for long enough to drink himself back to sleep. When nine o’clock rolled around, Casey was ready. She left her home and went to the alpha cabin. There, she found the brothers all waiting, along with Mark Quick and Anton Flowers—two of the betas of the pack. They were strong wolves, but not nearly as powerful as the brothers.

  “There she is,” said Jake. “Worried we were gonna have to leave without you.”

  “Not a chance,” said Casey. “You guys ready to do this?”

  The brothers grinned.

  “Hell yeah,” said Jake.

  “Mark, Anton,” said Bryce. “Get the van. Bring it around, and we’ll load up. Move!”

  The betas obeyed, and they were off. Minutes later, Casey heard the rumble of an engine, a pair of headlights cutting through the night air as the van approached. When it came to a stop, Jake opened the door, and the four of them piled in. Bryce shut the door behind them, and they were off.