Billion Dollar Pack (The Wolfverse, #3)

by Sam Hall

I want you to come to the restaurant of my choice, Miss Sage, he’d said in the last message. I want you to feel free to order whatever the hell you’d like. I want to sit and talk face to face to the woman whose messages I find myself reading before anything else when I start my day. I want to hear your voice, listen to your thoughts, discuss whatever interests you, and then…

After you’ve had your dessert, I want mine—in my house, in my room, you spread out naked across my bed, ready for me to devour from head to toe. “Devour from head to toe, Sage,” Nikki said. “Every woman wants, at some point in her life, to be devoured from head to toe by a hot alpha. You have to do this, for yourself and for womenkind. You’ll bring back crucial knowledge about what it’s like, how it feels, and whether or not we should all toss our stupid boyfriends and husbands to one side and just go for exactly that.”

“We can keep things vanilla if you like.” His tongue flicked out, coating his lips before his focus switched back to the road. “As long as I get to taste you, I’ll count myself a lucky man.” He chuckled when I squirmed in my seat, a sudden clench in my nether regions having me feeling things I shouldn’t be in a car. “Or?” I asked, shaking my head. The air felt too close in here, like it was too thick to take a proper breath of. “Or we could play a little game.”

“What kind of game?” I was trying to be cool, calm, like I was a beta used to tangling with alphas, up and ready for anything. Fake it til you make it, right? “My favourite kind.” His smile was directed at the traffic, not me, as he wove between the other cars at an alarming speed. His fangs flashed right then, making me gasp. He didn’t look like a man anymore. No, this was the Big Bad Wolf, but was he going to huff and puff my house down or…? “It’s a simple one, with only one rule—I tell you to do something, and you do it.” “You mean like BDSM?” I asked, straightening up in my seat. He was right—we hadn’t discussed that. “Of a sort. No pain involved, and no degradation or humiliation.” His eyes were bleeding back to hazel when he looked across at me. “I want to control you, not hurt you. Have you ever done that before with a lover? Surrendered to someone else and let them make the decisions for once?”

“I can tell you everything,” he said. “I can email you a goddamn brochure if you like, outlining everything I do, but…” He frowned slightly. “I don’t want to, but I will, if that makes you feel comfortable.” I panted, sucking in breaths and trying to think clearly before reaching into my bag for my phone and then handing it to him. “Message this number the address,” I said, opening up a new message to Nikki. “I told my friend I’d let her know where I was, just in case.” He smiled slowly and then took over, tapping out an address and then hitting send. “That’s enough for you?” I nodded. “Well, it’s not enough for me.” His voice had taken a dark turn again, his body a great wall of muscle, casting a shadow over me as he pressed closer. A kiss was bestowed upon my lips, then another, before he dropped lower. “We’re still doing as I said.” He went down on his knees, even as the floors ticked by on the screen. “When we get to my place, I’m gonna take my time and savour you, but right now?” He groaned as he pressed his face between my legs. At first, I could just feel his nose press through the slick satin, his hot breath filtering through, but then he jerked the fabric down, over my thighs and down my legs, before retrieving it and shoving it into his pocket. “We just need to take the edge off, right, baby?” Any answer I might have had was driven out of me at the first swipe of his tongue. Some guys really liked eating pussy. It wasn’t a chore completed in exchange for you suck...

“See something you like, beta?” he asked, smoothing his hand over his cobblestone abs. Seeing something I’d never expect to see outside of a Tiktok thirst trap more like, but I just nodded. If this was Howlr, I was sold. His smile was eminently smug as he toed off his shoes, then undid his pants, letting them fall free. Commando. I took in his girth, the way that thick, long cock curved upwards in a way that looked very promising, but then rolled up when I saw something I’d never seen on a man before. “It’s my knot,” he explained, roughly handling his dick, pushing it to one side to show me the swollen red protuberance at the base. “You don’t have to worry about… Fuck.”

“But you like it being touched, right?” I asked, skating my fingers across the surface. It felt dense and spongy all at the same time. “Stroked, held, squeezed, sucked, and fucked…” He hissed. “Basically anything you want, but not now.” He knocked my hand away when I covered as much of it as I could with my palm. “Not yet.” His hand went to his cock, stroking his length slowly. “You’re gonna make me blow like some young dickhead.” “Maybe you just need to take the edge off?” I suggested, moving closer, then positioning myself on the edge of the bed, right below his cock. He let out a little rumbling growl as I gripped the base, then angled the head down towards my open mouth. “You gonna suck my cock, beta? Gonna suck down all the fucking cum boiling in my balls? I need you to go slow then, stretch it out. Stick your tongue out.” Apparently, we were back to the bossy part of the evening. I did as I was told, staring up into his eyes as his hand traced the line of my jaw. “Well, look at you, beautiful girl. I want you to get the head all wet. You can do that, can’t you?”

He helped me by feeding the cock between my lips, rubbing the swollen head on my tongue, then using it to trace the O of my mouth. He didn’t let it sink in, not until his breath was coming faster and his hips moved on automatic, my lips closing around him before I started to suck. “No, Sage…not yet…not like that. Oh fuck, your mouth feels like fucking hot, wet satin. You’re sucking my soul out of my fucking balls.” His hands clamped down on my head, stopping me from pulling away or setting the pace now, his fingers burying themselves in my scalp. “You want my cum, beta? Well, you’re gonna get it. Straighten the line of your throat. That’s a girl. Such a good girl. I’m gonna fuck that hot little mouth of yours until I fucking explode, and then I’m gonna remove every stitch of your clothing and take what’s mine.”

Later, I’d analyse these words and so much more, rolling them around and around in my head, but not now. Now, I was totally, utterly in the moment as his hips snapped, thrusting his cock into my throat and back again, getting faster and faster. Tears streamed down my face, blurring everything, but I found his knot by feel, grabbing the swollen shape and then squeezing it just like I’d read in all the magazines. “Jesus fucking Christ!” he yelped, right before he exploded. I swallowed and swallowed, as fast as I could go, but some cum still dripped free. He pulled away, murmuring something as he brushed away my tears, then stroked my face. “Tell me you’re all right, beta. Give me your words. That went harder, faster than I intended it to, and I’m gonna kick my own arse if I hurt you.” Did I look e...

“You made yourself very vulnerable to me. Alphas like that very much. Everything in us wants to see problems and fix them, make everything better. Are you going to let me make everything better, Sage?”

“Ride my face, beta. I want my tongue in your cunt, my nose rubbing your clit, and your whole damn pussy dripping on my face. I’ve come too many fucking times at the thought of it. Now I want the reality.” “But—” “Straddle my damn face.”

“Are you sure—?” “Yes, I’m fsure.” His voice was more wolf than man, something that made him blink. Lucien looked up at me for a second before dragging me right where he wanted me. “What if I suffocate you?” I ground out as I felt his kisses on my inner thigh. “If I die, I fucking die, but I’m not missing out on this.” I shivered as I felt the tip of his tongue separate my folds. “I need your taste so much. I don’t know why, but my wolf is going fucking nuts right now.”

He was driving himself into me, thrusting with his entire body, when I began to blossom. That was what it felt like—a heavenly pleasure that filled my body, right as it started to swell. Rather than closing down around him, though, clutching him with regular pulses, I was… “You’re taking me,” he rasped out. “Fuck, look at my knot. Your sweet little pussy, it’s… Oh fuck!”

His thrusts stopped, but I didn’t care, because instead, there was the most god-awful, brilliant, beautiful pressure. I was getting all the damn stretch I could possibly want and then some as my body did something it had never done before. I felt like a flower blooming, opening up to gaze at the sun, but those rays, they were forcing themselves inside me, making me open, open, and then… “You took my knot! Fuck! You took all of me.”

He would want to check me out. He thought I was going to work for him, and so he’d be looking for signs of a well put together exterior, of professionalism, but as he did so, something happened. He didn’t let go of my hand, his grip tightening when I went to snatch it back, a small frown forming as the moment stretched on and on. I began to shift in my chair, a compulsion to say something, anything rising, but there was no elegant way to do that. Then I saw Lucien. He smiled then, really smiled, that slow, feline thing that had had me drenching my knickers back at the restaurant a few weeks ago. He took in his brother and then me with a look of satisfaction, which was what had me jerking my hand free.

“And what should I tell them?” “That we—” “That you breezed into my life like a breath of fresh air, my lungs only really filling when I caught scent of you? That we had dinner and I barely tasted a fucking thing, so caught up was I, was my wolf, on wanting a taste of you? That you gave it to me in my car, pushing your fingers into your hot little pussy and feeding me your taste, while I tried as hard as I could not to run us off the road? That when I finally got you back to my lair, you were there, completely present for me. That you seemed to come alive under my touch, filling my ears with the kittenish sound of your moans and then…” He shifted then, so he could see me with both eyes. “Then you took my knot.”

“She’s making noises. Are those good noises or bad noises?” Max asked. “If you don’t know, we have to have a chat,” Beau said. “You want sounds like that coming from every woman you’re with.”

“While she’s coming, preferably,” Lucien added with a dark smile. “I know what those sounds mean when you’re with a partner,” Max shot back with a frown. “You think I can’t read a woman’s responses? I’ve just never heard sounds like that made about bacon.” “It’s damn good bacon.”

It was as if he wanted to eat me whole and was trying to make sure I wouldn’t make an escape, but I had no intention of doing any of that. I wanted—no, needed him, the taste of coffee, mint, and him soaking into me, turning my skin to fire. His other hand slapped down on my arse, the slight sting replaced by a hard pressure as he ground my soft wetness against the hardness lurking inside his pants, then he let out a long groan, his forehead pressing against mine as his hand moved, slotting between my legs. “This is about you, omega, not me. You need to give me more of your pleasure—a whole lot more. You ache here?” His fingers swiped across the entrance to my cunt, skating over and never once dipping in, even when I gave out a frustrated little moan. “Give me your words, omega. I like knowing what I’m doing to you.” “I…” He didn’t seem to understand how damn hard that was. I’d sunk deep into some instinctual place, where words were abstract, imprecise things. “I need…”

“Beau…” Tobias’ voice was full of warning and censure. “She’s all right, aren’t you, Sage? Tell him, love.” Beau’s fingers curled up as much as they could in the now tight space. “Tell him what this feels like.” He paused then, waiting for me to do just that, his fingers brushing against that place inside me that ached sullenly, wanting Beau to move and transform the feeling into something heartbreakingly intense. He shifted his fingers slightly in and out, just enough to remind me of how it felt when my cunt sucked at them, trying to keep him right where he was. Where he needed to be. “Tight…” I gasped out. “You are. I admit I want to test just how tight with every breath, but what else? How do you feel?” “Stuffed. Full.” The words were coming faster because with each one, I was rewarded with movement, with thrust, and with curling, come-hither, fingers. “That place…” “This one?” His fingers stopped prevaricating and massaged the spot hard now. “Yes…yes…”

“So now we can be honest about this, now we know what we are dealing with. Once we admit to a situation, then we can plan for it, find a way through this.” His hand slid over, placing it on my stomach, something that made me stiffen, but he shook his head. “Just feel it—feel me, for this moment, please, Sage. I won’t go any further, I promise, but I need you to feel this.”

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“To do what?” I settled back against the booth, feeling the warmth of Beau’s arms pressing against it. “What do you want me to say yes or no to…sir?” Lucien chuckled, then downed the rest of his rum before pouring himself out a measure, but Tobias transformed. His skin seemed to pale or something, because his eyes were almost luminous against it, his wolf staring out at me. “Don’t use that word, not now, not until you mean it. It carries a lot of weight with it for me, something I don’t think you’re ready to be introduced to yet, something I wanted to do so in my own time.” A dark look was shot at Lucien, but his brother seemed utterly unrepentant. “In this context, with what you mean to me, it means giving me the greatest gift—your surrender. You’ll give your pleasure, your release, your responses over to me to manage, and I will. I’ll do my damndest to wring every damn pleasure I can from your body over and over, until you’re entirely wrung out…” A slow smile curved Tobias’ lips. “And then I’ll take mine.”

“You need it, don’t you, omega?” He didn’t bother to explain, raking his teeth across my neck, then gripping a fold of flesh between them before letting it go again. “You need to feel my teeth, my fangs, need me to bite down as I force my knot up inside you.” I could see and feel every damn thing he described, making me squirm against him in response. “You need to be mated. All this tending and teasing, it’s just a precursor to this.” He shifted then, so the head of his cock grazed my entrance, and I tried to force my body backwards so as to push it where it needed to go. Only he bit down again, harder this time, forcing me to still in a way I’d never been able to as a beta. “You’ll get it. You’ll get everything you need, my lover, my mate. I’m not holding anything back, not tonight. I can’t.” Those last two words were gasped out. “For fear of being pushed out of the room, I need to ensure one thing is clarified.”

“He’ll claim you as his mate tonight.” Tobias didn’t pull his punches, hitting hard by shoving the reality into my face and forcing me to consider the implications, right when my body wanted no such thing. “He’ll sink his fangs into your neck and mark you indelibly as his.” His cool gaze grew heated then. “You won’t be able to get away then. You might take your time, come to each one of us individually, but it will mean something far more than a night of passion. You’ll be ours, finally, irrevocably, if you let him claim you.” “That’s what you want, don’t you, omega?” Max tipped my head back to meet his eyes, then ran his claws down my neck, forcing me to feel a precursor of what it would be like if he bit me. Delicious—that was what it was like. While I was sure Red Riding Hood was written all those many years ago to warn girls of the predators that lurked in the forest, those who ran on four feet and those that ran on two, but some girls, they just wouldn’t be warned. They slipped between the tree trunks, clad only in a red cloak, advertising their presence and willingness to be prey. He was clouding the issue, that was what had Tobias baulking, but could an omega make a conscious decision free of emotion? We were plagued by strange impulses, strange needs, and right now, Max had awoken every single one of them. “Take me,” I told Max. “Take me and make me yours.”

“You want to put this on me?” I asked, cringing back, not wanting to know the answer but unable to stop myself. “No—” he started to say. “Yes, he does. He’s fucking lying if he says otherwise. He wants his fangs in your skin and his steel around your neck, all of the symbols that you belong to him, because that’s the way it works for us.” Scarlet smiled, but there was something hard, vulnerable, and yet utterly merciless in it. “When we fall in love with a sub, when we give them our heart, we’re the bastards who want to lock them down, claim them, show every fucking person that sees them how much they belong to us and us alone.” She stepped closer then, her hips swaying hypnotically. “Ours to play with, ours to please, ours to drive out of their fucking mind, ours to hold close and put back together, because it’s only then that we feel truly connected, not one thing between us. That’s what this represents. It’s more permanent than a wedding ring. They can be taken on or off at will, but not this. It’s an eternity ring, though it doesn’t always last that long.” Scarlet’s voice was a low rasp now, real sorrow colouring the words. “But when we put it on someone, we think it will.” I swallowed, my fingers gripping the metal tight, but it felt too cold, too hard, too impervious as I did so. I’d come back to skin for this? To have my nose thrust into whatever the hell fucking arrangement he’d set up with Chloe? I shoved the collar back into Scarlet’s hands and then turned on my ...

“Then claim me as yours. Put the collar around my neck, if you can bring yourself to do so, because then I’ll know.” One eye opened, and his head tilted to one side as he spoke. “Every time I move, every time I walk into a room, at home, at work, in public, I’ll feel the cool metal ring against my skin, reminding me of whom I belong to, of whom I serve—you, Sage, it will always be you. If you give me this, I’ll never take a step wrong again, I promise.”

“To let go with and be an omega. You promised you’d never do another thing to hurt me if I give you this?” I gripped the collar in my hand. “You can’t do that, Tobias. Scarlet is one hundred percent right, and has your back, something you should thank her for profusely. What if I’d just clicked this around your neck without too much thought? What if I forced promises from you that no one could ever live up to?” I waited for it, for the moment when he realised what I meant, and it came all too quickly. He stared at me, brows creasing. “Like I did with Chloe.” “That’s right. Personally, I don’t think you guys know how to human properly. You’re alphas who’ve been raised as betas, neglected by your family, and turned into poor little rich boys with way too much power and not enough consideration for others. I think you all need therapy and lots of it.” “And…that’s what it will take for you to become comfortable with becoming our mate?” “No, that’s what you need to be a happy, functioning human being. The other part…” Guys always had baggage, even if you were their first girlfriend. Whether it was with their parents, other girls, or whatever, it was always there. I had no delusions that walking into this relationship would be a challenge, but…sometimes, the secret of a good relationship seemed to be finding someone who you liked, respected, and were attracted to, whose baggage didn’t disrupt yours too unduly. I smiled and let out a sigh.

“Permission to get down from this bench?” Holy shit, was this what my future was going to look like? His voice was a feline purr, making him sound exactly like the snake tempting Eve right now. “Yeah, of course.” Shit, yep, I was in a cordoned off area with a shirtless hot alpha who wanted me, me, me, something I’d forgotten all about until right now. “Permission to come closer and hold you?” “Is this the way it’s gonna be?” I asked, trying for snarky but sounding flustered. “I’m pretty sure I’m going to need some of those classes Scarlet promised.” “You’ll get them.” He moved closer, not waiting for permission at all, but that was the way it was going to be, wasn’t it? I’d grasp for order or a rational way forward for a second or two, and then they’d swoop in and get all growly and Sage would be a puddle on the floor. “You’ll get everything you want and need, omega. Just keep communicating. Correct me, tell me how it’s going to be and why. I’m on your side. I’ll always be on your side, even if I don’t agree with you.” “So what do we do then?” I asked, jumping as his arm wrapped around me and tugged me against his body. “We argue. We hash things out and listen to the other person’s side of the story, and then we work out a way forward together.” His mouth dipped down, hovering over mine, and suddenly, I couldn’t think of anything I wanted to taste more. “Then we get to the bit I like the best.” “What’s that?” My voice was little more than a hoarse whisper now. “Aftercare.”...

“Sage? Am I hurting you? I can stop… Shit, I can’t—” “No!” I threw my arms around his neck and held on tight, like someone would come into this room and snatch him away, because I loved the way he clutched me closer, as if he felt the same damn thing. “Don’t stop. Please.” “I can’t. I fucking can’t, not when I’m with you. I want you, need you, but there’s so much more. I…”

“It’s not that.” I had to force those words out, but once they came, they couldn’t seem to stop. “I need you to show me.” A slight frown at that. “I want to see. You want to take control of me, to do things to me. I need to know how that will look before my heat hits.” “I want to do things with you,” he corrected, stepping closer. “With your permission, with your consent, for your pleasure and satisfaction. I understand your need for control, Sage. No one in this house does more than me, but I also need to destroy that.” My eyes jerked up, staring into his. “That’s when you’ll feel it hit you the hardest, my love. It’s only then you’ll stop thinking and just feel…me.” Dammit, it felt like a war was raging inside me between my usual on top of everything self and her.

“While you’re on that podium, no means no, absolutely and with no prevarication. You say no or stop or anything like that, and I’ll end things and start aftercare.”

“The sub determines what happens,” she’d told me, staring into my eyes. “You’re the one who’s really in control. We’re just there trying to keep up, fulfilling your every desire. If you want to be hurt, debased, called cruel names, or be pulled into our laps and petted like a kitten…” She shrugged. “Or both. That’s what we’re there to do—to fulfil those needs. Be clear about what you want. You’re more than capable of doing that. Communicate with your words, your breaths, your sighs, and your responses. Make him see what you need, and then let him give it to you.”

Jesus fucking Christ, this was sensation overload. I didn’t even have a body anymore, I was just as gasping fucking mess, but while every nerve screamed, he pushed inside me. My Tobias, my mate. I could see it, feel it now, in one stabbing thrust, all he’d held back from me. In my head, I was preoccupied with the sacrifice the person submitting did in this kind of scene, but he was making a hell of a sacrifice too. His pleasure, the desperate need I could now feel burning inside him to slam his dick in hard and claim me, he held it back, he had all afternoon, to tease me, torment me, and introduce me to whole new highs. He’d do this over and over again, until I couldn’t take anymore. I knew what was coming afterwards—he’d wrap me up, right when his limbs were shaking with the effort, and hold me close, stroking me until I came back to myself. Right now, though, I howled, all my pleasure and pain tumbling over and over inside me, getting faster and faster as he slammed home. The vibe he’d inserted inside me moved with him, rubbing insistently on the spot that craved it, and his hands moved, tapping on the plug in my arse to create vibrations, tugging at the chain to make my already tormented nipples ache more, fucking me and fucking me until… “Last choice, Sage. It doesn’t have to happen now, but if it does? If I knot you, I’m claiming you. It’s been driving my wolf completely insane watching you walk around with my brothers’ bites, and if you give me this, I won’t be able ...

I’d never felt as in touch with my beast as when he wedged that knot up inside me, the vibe forced so freaking tight, it felt like I was swelling, swelling.

“Tobias…” My voice was high and breathy, because there was something about this pleasure… It was rising faster, harder, deeper, making my body feel like it was out of control. “You’re going to gush.” He said those words with such reverence and then shoved the rest of his knot in.

I burst—that was the only way to describe it. It was like I’d lost control of my bodily functions, right as I felt the most perfect of pleasure rush through me. My cunt clenched tight and then convulsed so wildly, something came gushing out, splattering the leather as he launched himself at me. I was forced down on the pommel horse, his suit rubbing against my sk...

I didn’t care anymore, about my body or his, about the boardroom or the house or even the damn birds I could hear singing outside the window. All there was this. Him, that came rushing in, a fierce feeling of protectiveness that let me know exactly how his beast would relate to me. Tobias the man and the wolf would fight down anything and anyone, just for a taste of this. For a taste of me. Frankly, the bliss that followed humbled me. The world went fuzzy, then hazy after that, until I heard his voice.

Only it was Scarlet’s look that made clear to me what I needed to do. She was like a Siamese cat, self-contained and elegant, watching the crazies go by, but the look she shot me reminded me of the lesson she’d taught me. “There’s a world of difference between someone who uses violence against you in anger and one who does so in controlled and agreed to conditions. One is abuse. You didn’t consent to that. You never signed up to being beaten. They decided to violate your bodily autonomy to gain power over you by force. Someone who uses impact play is given power over you, until such point as you withdraw it. They use that gift to perform a scene that is mutually satisfying for both people, and then they are careful to ensure you come down and feel safe afterwards. No one can make you feel bad without your consent.” “Stop!”