“Where am I? Who are you? How did I get here?” With each question she asked, Belle’s voice grew a little more strident. If she didn’t get a hold of herself she was going to end up in a full-blown panic attack. While she’d never suffered from anxiety issues, she was so trepidatious she was panting and sweating, but she didn’t want these strange, massive men to realize she was scared out of her mind. She was already feeling very vulnerable, but she didn’t want to look weak and pathetic in front of them.
a There was an aura of power surrounding the three men, which seemed to emanate from their very inner beings. She’d never had much interaction with the opposite sex since she’d only ever really dealt with kids. Even while going to college to earn her social degree, she’d kept to herself, working and studying hard to achieve her end goal. Looking after homeless children had been her passion from a young age, since she’d grown up in the system. While her childhood hadn’t been a piece of cake, it hadn’t been all horrible, but she’d vowed to make sure all the children she was in charge of would feel loved and accepted no matter what. She’d never had that when she was a kid, and she’d been hoping to change at least a few young lives in her lifetime.
Belle pushed her thoughts aside when one of the men cleared his throat. She met his astoundingly light blue-eyed gaze and couldn’t help but take in his features. He was handsome with a high forehead, straight nose, and chiseled cheekbones. His lower lip was full and while his upper lip was thinner, it wasn’t too thin. He looked as if he was a few years older than the other two guys, and she suspected that they were brothers or cousins since they had familial similarities.
“My name is Weldon Edison and these are my brothers Kasper and Jarrett. You’re on planet Earth in the head building, in the biggest city, called Topeka, Kansas.”
Belle shook her head as she stared and gaped at what Weldon had just said. She narrowed her eyes as she looked into his light blue orbs, taking in the size of his pupils, trying to determine if he was on drugs or drunk or something. Maybe he was an uneducated country hick. Guilt assailed at that thought. She shouldn’t be judging anyone since she didn’t like when others judged her no matter whether they knew her or not. It wasn’t up to another person to point out her strengths or weakness even if they were obvious. Belle wanted to be accepted for who she was, but the only time that had happened was from her kids. Now she had a feeling she’d never get to see them again.
She wasn’t ready to address where they said she was, but she was curious about their reaction to the bracelet around her arm. Now that she knew they weren’t about to pounce on her and she was decently covered, still wearing her borrowed jeans and T-shirt, she dropped the quilt before raising the sleeve on her shirt again.
“Why did seeing this shock you?” Belle asked, glancing from one man to the other.
“You don’t know the legend?” Kasper quirked a brow.
She licked her lips as she shook her head. “No.”
“Where is your home?” Jarrett asked, drawing her attention.
“Livingston, Montana,” she replied, her heart sank when she saw their puzzled expression.
Weldon shook his head. “I’ve never heard of Livingston, Montana. We have no such place.”
Belle’s heart skipped a beat before thumping painfully in her chest. Her breathing escalated until her chest was rising and falling rapidly and a light sheen of sweat broke out over her skin. How the hell had they never heard of Livingston, let alone the state of Montana? What the fuck is going on? Had she somehow landed on an alien planet? No, she mentally shook her head. There are no such things as aliens. Are there?
“What planet am I on?” she asked hoarsely.
“Earth,” Kasper answered.
Air exploded from her lungs with a rush of relief. She sucked in another breath before exhaling. Her heart slowed as did her breathing, and the perspiration began to dry on her body. She wasn’t on an alien planet after all. Thank fuck for that!
“Why haven’t you heard of Montana?”
Jarrett shrugged but she could tell by his frown and the way he was glancing at his brothers he had more to say. “We need to tell you about the Slave Gold first.”
Kasper pointed to her arm. She looked down but the band was no longer visible since she’d let the sleeve fall back down. “There’s a legend about the goddess of love, Branwen. She was devastated by the death of her brother Bran, her grief all-consuming. She’s purported to have be-spelled a Slave Gold bracelet before hurling it from the top of the highest mountain on Earth, then she died of a broken heart.”
Jarrett took over explaining. “Earth has many dimensions and realities. The alphas long past wrote about them in the scrolls. We have no idea how many variations of our planet there are, but we’ve read about at least four.”
“Dimensions?” Belle couldn’t stop the pitch of her voice from rising. Surely they didn’t believe there was more than one planet Earth in the universe. As far as she knew none of the scientists or astronomers had ever voiced or written about other plains of the same world being in existence.
Weldon nodded, drawing her gaze. “We’ve heard about another Earth where the males have pointed ears, unusual colored eyes, as well as tinted strips in their hair, and fangs.”
Belle shook her head. “How is any of this possible?”
“Who are we to question what is and what isn’t? To question the gods?” Jarrett quirked a brow.
“Look at me, baby,” Jarrett ordered. He was rolling a nipple between his finger and thumb, sending shards of pleasure shooting down to her cunt. Kasper was alternately suckling and scraping his teeth over her other nipple.
She turned to meet Jarrett’s desire-hazed blue eyes, inhaling just before he slanted his mouth over hers. He didn’t start off slow the way Kasper had. He devoured her as if he was starving and she was his last meal.
Belle kissed him back just as hungrily.
* * * *
Weldon couldn’t believe he and his brothers were about to claim their mate. He groaned as he swallowed her sweet-tasting cream, slowly easing his finger in and out of her cunt. She was so fucking tight. Though he was eager to make love to her and make her his, he was worried he was going to end up hurting her. None of them were small males and were well-proportioned all over. He was going to have to take his time with Belle because the last thing he wanted to do was cause her pain.
His dick was harder than it had ever been before, and it was throbbing with an incessant need to be buried deep inside his woman, but first he needed to get her off. If she reached her peak before he penetrated her, she would be wetter and hopefully her internal muscles would be more relaxed.
Deciding that was his plan of action, he started licking at her clit faster and faster as he sped up the speed of his thrusting finger. She clenched around him, her groan of pleasure muffled as Jarrett continued to kiss her. While their women didn’t have a clit, they did have a knot of nerves just inside the entrance of their pussy as well as another along the top wall of their sheaths, plus one deep inside near the entrance to their wombs. Having the bundle of nerves on the outside of her sex where it was easily accessible was an added advantage in his mind. He and his brothers would be able to get Belle off without even penetrating her.
He would love to have hours to explore all the ways he could make their mate come, but that was for another day. Weldon started lashing her clit with his tongue faster and faster, harder and harder, pumping his finger in and out of her pussy, getting deeper and deeper. He groaned with need when her sex rippled around his finger, latching on as if she didn’t want him leaving her cunt or trying to pull him in more.
When he’d worked that finger all the way in as far as it could go, he pulled out and added another finger. Since he was a big male compared to Belle’s diminutive size, his fingers were also long and thick, and as he eased them into her hot, tight cunt, he hoped he wasn’t hurting her. However, he didn’t think she was feeling any pain because of the sounds she was making.
Even though he was eager to tip her over the edge, Weldon took his time working his fingers into her pussy. He thrust them in and out slowly, almost at a leisurely pace, which belied the hungry need boiling in his gut, throbbing cock, and aching balls.
As soon as he had his fingers embedded all the way inside of her, he held still, giving her time to get used to having her cunt filled as her muscles clamped and released around his digits.
He gazed up along her body toward her face, groaning when he saw both of his brothers sucking on her nipples as if they were babes trying to get their fill. Belle’s neck and face were flushed, her lips were kiss-swollen red, and she had her eyes closed. The pulse point at the base of her throat was fluttering wildly, and she was rolling her head to and fro on the pillow intermittently.
When she lifted her hips up toward his face, he took that as a sign that his mate was ready for more and lowered his head again.
As he eased his fingers from her dripping, creamy cunt he started licking, nibbling, and lashing the tip of his tongue over her clit. Each time he pumped his fingers, he increased the pace and ramped up the speed of his flickering tongue.
She gasped and groaned, her legs trembling in his hold. Her belly muscles jumped each time he stroked back in and lashed her clit with his tongue. Her breathing grew faster and shallower, and when he felt the tension invading her thigh muscles, her body, Weldon knew she was getting closer and closer to her peak.
Calling on his wolf, he danced his tongue over her clit faster than ever as he pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy.
She stopped breathing. When she exhaled as she tipped over the edge, she screamed, “Weldon!”