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  Trapped by the Wolf Pack

  By Carrie Kelly

  Copyright 2013 by Carrie Kelly

  Published by Carrie Kelly

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  All characters in this story are made up by the author. They aren’t based on any real people.

  When the first flakes of snow hit the windshield, Sibyl cursed. She left the heat of central California for a vacation, not a summer snowstorm. Outside the window, the towering pine trees loomed over his little car and she frowned at the sensible sundress she wore. She didn’t even have a coat.

  Gabe said his family’s bed and breakfast was the perfect place for a summer get away. Why did she listen to him again? Sure, Gabe was her boss – and gorgeous – with rusty hair and sharp green eyes, but that didn’t mean much.

  He’d never go for an overweight sales analyst like her. She was only an asset to the company. But his eyes glittered when he told her about the place right on the beach of Lake Tahoe. Plus, he gave her two weeks off and a fifty percent discount on a room. He probably gave the same deal to all the people in the office – Sibyl was the only one without a family to vacation with.

  She squinted at the directions he’d scribbled for her and slowed her car. The lake, which was as blue as the evening sky, lapped against the shore roughly. It stretched as far as she could see. Being out in the middle of that huge blue mass might be as frightening as being at sea.

  No thank you! All she wanted to do during her vacation was stroll along the beach, in a tasteful one-piece and sarong, and catch up on her reading list.

  Suddenly something dark swished through the trees. Sibyl caught a glimpse of it turned to look. Was that a bear? A wolf? It’s shining yellow eyes met hers, and the creature disappeared into the woods.

  Her heart pounded against her chest as she turned onto the little dirt road, now dotted with snow, that led to the bed and breakfast. It wound down through the trees and along the shore until she pulled up the grand house. Probably Victorian. They had places like that back in Sacramento, but Sibyl had never been inside one before.

  Only two other cars sat in front of it – a truck and a BMW SUV that belonged to Gabe. Great! Her boss was here. Some vacation this would turn out to be!

  Sibyl shivered as she climbed out and grabbed her suitcase from the trunk. Then a hand wrapped around hers from behind – a large man’s hand that scorched her skin to the bone.

  “Hey!” she cried and spun around.

  “Just helping with your bag, Sibyl,” the man said in a low timbre. He stood at least a head taller than her, which wasn’t uncommon. She was short and plump – the worst combination.

  His pale blond hair was dotted with snow and his eyes shone with little pinpricks of blue flame. Probably just a reflection, she thought. He looked like he was carved from a statue – everything about his face was perfect from his straight nose to his seductive lips.

  Damn. Why did she keep meeting handsome men who wouldn’t want a thing to do with her?

  “How did you know my name?” she mumbled and let her fingers slip off the handle.

  The man smiled and turned inside. “Come in, before you catch a cold.”

  “Hey! You didn’t even tell me your name,” she called and trotted after him. Every inch of her skin was covered with goosebumps and she brushed the snow from her honey blonde hair. It was her best feature, by far. Her mother reminded Sibyl of it constantly.

  “I’m Jonathan. Gabe told me you’d be coming,” he said and held open the door.

  The warmth of the room flooded her skin, and she rubbed her arms. The interior was decorated like she assumed it would be. Floral wall paper. Fancy uncomfortably looking furniture. Nothing like the ugly modern motels she usually stayed at on business trips.

  “Your room isn’t ready,” Jonathan said and leaned against the check-in desk. “But you can relax in the sauna while you wait.”

  Heat flooded Sibyl’s cheeks. “The sauna?”

  “It’ll help you warm up,” he said and his seductive lips slipped into a smile. Those bright blue eyes trailed over her body, like he saw through the floral sundress to her rolls and dimples underneath.

  She wrapped her arms around her chest and frowned. “I can just wait here.”

  Jonathan stepped up to her. “No. It’s far too cold for that. Plus, the storm is only going to get worse. Gabe didn’t tell you about the dodgy weather up here, did he?”

  “This is normal weather for June?”

  “Not normal, but it happens once every ten years or so. You chose the perfect time to visit.”

  Sibyl didn’t agree with him, but she didn’t want to seem rude or ungrateful either. Not when a vacation like this would usually be out of her price range. “Where’s the sauna?”

  “I’ll show you.”

  She reached for her bag. If she was going to sit in a hot room, at least she could use her bathing suit.

  “Don’t bother. You can borrow a robe. We have one just for you.”

  “But my bathing suit. . . .”

  “Is not needed. You’ll have a towel.”

  Sibyl’s face felt like a sauna as she followed Jonathan through a little sitting room, with a fire roaring in the fireplace, and into the sauna area. “Where’s Gabe?” she asked.

  “Preparing dinner. He’ll greet you soon enough. Here.” He handed her a blood red bath robe, as fluffy and soft as a rabbit.

  “You have red bathrobes?” she asked and took it. It smelled freshly laundered and vaguely of lavender.

  “For you, yes. Gabe said you’d be even more beautiful in red.”

  Her eyes widened. Her boss would not say that – not about plain fat Sibyl. “You must have me mistaken with someone else at the office. He probably said it about Sheryl.” She was thin and tall – the kind of woman men liked.

  Jonathan’s lip quirked. “Is Sheryl here?”

  “No.”

  “Then he meant you,” he said and trailed a thick finger over her cheek.

  Her skin was probably just as red as the robe.

  Jonathan slipped out of the room, and Sibyl took a deep breath. What kind of game was that guy playing? No way Gabe said that about her! He was probably just trying to be nice.

  The sauna was hot, and that’s about all the good things Sibyl could say for it. Who wanted to be drenched in sweat? But it did warm her up, although she was sure a bowl of soup or a cup of hot cocoa could’ve done that just as well. When she stepped out of the room with the towel wrapped around her chest, she noticed Gabe leaning against the door frame.

  His powerful shoulders were clad in a snug T-shirt, much different from the suits he wore to the office. “I’m glad you came,” he said and smiled. He clutched the red robe in his strong hands.

  Sibyl almost slipped back into the sauna. “What? Oh, yeah. It was, uh, a last minute decision. Is my room ready yet?”

  Gabe shook his head and stepped behind her, draping the robe over her shoulders. “No. You can relax in the dining room. Dinner’s ready, and you look famished,” he breathed in her ear as his hands dug into her fleshy shoulders.

  Sibyl moved out of his grasp like he’d bitten her. “Don’t!” she cried.

  Her boss tilted his head to the side. “Don’t what?”

  Touch
me like that, she wanted to say, but it sounded silly. It wasn’t that Sibyl minded his touch, but he’d feel the her full flesh. It’d probably disgust him. “I need to get dressed.”

  Gabe glanced around the room. “In what?”

  Then she realized her clothes were gone. Someone must’ve taken them while she was in the sauna. “My clothes. Where are they?”

  “That sundress and sandals really weren’t appropriate for this weather. The robe should be warm enough, Sibyl,” he said and smiled.

  She wrapped the robe around her body and let the towel fall to the floor at her feet. The tie was secure enough, but she wasn’t even wearing any panties now – and the way Gabe looked at her soaked her pussy.

  Damn!

  What was she supposed to do?

  “Come. Dinner awaits.”

  She followed her boss into the dining room, which was smaller than she’d imagined. There was only one table, set with a turkey, roasted venison and several other dishes. A bottle of red wine sat at each end of the table.

  “Is this included in the bill?” she asked and took a seat.

  Gabe chuckled. “That’s what your worried about? It’s on the house.”

  Jonathan already lounged at the table. He smirked as she sat down.

  “Where are the other guests?” Sibyl asked and fidgeted with her silverware.

  “There aren’t any others. It’s only you and the three of us,” Gabe said.

  “Three? But there’s only two of you.”

  Jonathan yanked a leg from the turkey. “Adrian’ll be here soon.”

  Adrian? Sibyl didn’t know any Adrian. And she didn’t know if this mystery person was a man or a woman. Most likely a woman, she figured. No way three gorgeous men would want to be trapped at a secluded bed and breakfast with her for two weeks.

  All the food was delicious, and she tried to not to pick at it, but her stomach turned into knots. Something was off about Gabe and Jonathan. And why was she the only guest? Had other people known about the snowstorm and cancelled their trips? Speaking of the storm, Sibyl glanced out of the dining room window and her eyes widened.

  The snow came down so thickly she could hardly see anything besides the white rush of it. She took a sip of red wine, which warmed her throat as it went down, and peeked outside. It looked like a blizzard.

  “How much snow is there?”

  “Four inches so far,” Gabe said.

  Sibyl stared at him. “So far?”

  Jonathan laughed and his white teeth shone in the light. “You’ve never been to the mountains, have you?”

  She stabbed at a piece of steak. “A few times as a kid. It never snowed in June.”

  “And it usually doesn’t,” Gabe said and sipped his wine slowly. “This is a special occasion all around.”

  What the hell was he talking about? Maybe her boss was drunk – that might explain his weird attitude. “What kind of special occasion?”

  Gabe only smirked and his green eyes caught the light and reflected it back into her face. Then he licked his bottom lip to catch a drop of the wine, and a shiver coursed through Sibyl’s body. What would those lips feel like on her?

  Wait. Why was she thinking about him like that? Sure, Gabe was gorgeous, but he was her boss and way out of her league!

  “Well?” she asked again.

  “You're here. That’s the occasion,” Jonathan said and ripped the meat off the second turkey leg. How much could he eat? Gabe’s plate was almost empty too, and she swore he filled it up at least twice.

  Sibyl brought a bite of venison to her mouth and frowned. “I’m not worth celebrating,” she mumbled.

  “To the contrary,” Gabe said.

  Suddenly, a door banged open at the front of the house and feet clomped inside.

  “Adrian’s back,” Jonathan mumbled.

  Sibyl glanced at the doorway, but no one stepped through. Too bad. If another person came, it’d take the pressure off her. Being the center of attention was acutely uncomfortable at the moment, especially when her skin prickled to be touched and her pussy flooded with juices at the sight of the two hot guys she dined with.

  Get it together, she told herself with a sigh.

  The lights flickered as they finished their meal, and a loud bang sounded from the woods. Sibyl started, and the whole room descended into darkness.

  “The generator!” Jonathan growled.

  Sibyl squinted. The windows let in a white glow, but she swore she caught the hint of glowing green and blue eyes in the dining room as well. How was that possible?

  A candle burst to life, and Gabe held a little lighter in his fingers. He smiled at her in the dim glow and lit the rest of the candles. “We’ll have to fix that to get the power back. Shouldn’t take long,” he said and patted her shoulder. “I’ll bring out dessert first though. We want you to be satisfied while you wait.”

  The way he said the words seeped into her flesh and sent a shiver of need through her bones.

  “I don’t need dessert,” she said and pushed aside her plate. Sibyl was surprised he didn’t tell her not to eat dessert – her last boyfriend had.

  Gabe lifted her chin to meet his eyes. “You most certainly do.”

  The candles hid the blush seeping over her cheeks, and she glanced around the room. Jonathan slipped away again, and she hadn’t even noticed. How did he move like that? Sneaking around like some kind of predator.

  Gabe went to the kitchen and set the plate in front of her – a little chocolate cake surrounded by raspberry sauce and whipped cream. Positively decadent. Sibyl squeezed her chubby thighs together and frowned. In truth, she hadn’t eaten something like that in years.

  “There’s melted chocolate in the center. Go ahead. Take a bite,” Gabe said and lifted the spoon to her lips.

  Sibyl wanted to turn her head away, but his voice was almost like a lullaby. She closed her lips around the spoon and sighed. Sinfully delicious, just like everything else. “Mmm. It’s wonderful.”

  He swiped his thumb over her mouth and little shocks of pleasure rocked through her being. How could just a simple touch arouse her like that?

  “Yes,” Gabe said, and his voice rumbled through her bones. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

  Sibyl watched him leave and took another hearty bite of the cake. The chocolate sauce spilled over the edge, mixing with the raspberry, and she licked the cream from her lips.

  “Enjoying yourself?” a man asked from the doorway, starting Sibyl from her dessert.

  She stared at him. It was probably Adrian, but he looked younger than Sibyl, Gabe and Jonathan – maybe only in his early twenties. He was shirtless, and the jeans he wore hung low on his hips, displaying his huge bulge for all the world to see. His stomach was flat and defined with muscles, and his hair was jet black and it hung in his eyes and brushed the edge of his shoulders.

  “You must be Adrian,” she said and swallowed the lump in her throat.

  He snorted and stepped into the candle light. “Yeah. And you’re Sibyl. The one Gabe won’t shut up about. Guess I can see why,” he said and turned her face in his hands.

  She pulled back and raised a hand. “Hey!”

  Adrian leaned forward. He smelled like freshly fallen snow and musk. “What? You’ll let him manhandle you but not me? That’s not fair, girlie.”

  Girlie? No one called her that since she was in high school! “I’m thirty-two!” she said.

  “So? Why should your age matter to me?”

  Sibyl gaped at that. It mattered to most men, just like her size mattered.

  Adrian’s eyes wandered down to her breasts, and she pulled the robe tight around her chest. He caught her hand. “Oh no. I want to see what you’re hiding under there. I might’ve missed dinner, but I got here just in time for dessert.”

  “This?” she asked and pointed at the cake, half-eaten.

  His teeth seemed to sharped in the candlelight. “No. I want you for dessert, girlie.”

  Sibyl leaned back
in her chair, and it toppled over. Adrian didn’t seem phased by her sudden clumsiness. He leaned over her, running a calloused hand up her thick thigh.

  “Don't,” Sibyl breathed and backed up, but every time she moved the robe slipped open further. She was totally naked beneath it. Shit!

  Adrian’s fingers dug into her flesh, squeezing it. Then he pulled at the tie holding the robe closed, and she held the material to her chest. If he saw her, what would he think?

  “Come on. You know you want it. I can smell it on you.”

  “What?” she muttered, eyes wide. What the hell did he smell?

  “I can smell your heat, girlie. It’s enough to drive a man insane.”

  Strong fingers wrapped around hers, yanking her hands free. Adrian pulled the robe open and a smirk slipped over his lips as his golden eyes wandered over her exposed body. They lingered on her breasts and stomach, moving lower to her full thighs and her weeping pussy aching between them.

  Maybe if she called for Gabe he’d come help her, but he’d never be able to hear her outside in the middle of a blizzard. Plus, Adrian was right. Her body did ache for a man’s touch, but that didn’t mean she wanted this man!

  “Get away from me!” she cried and kicked at him, but Adrian caught her feet in his strong hands. He held her still without the slightest strain to his muscles at all.

  “Why would I want to do that? Look at how tasty you look,” he said and spread her thighs.

  She squeezed her eyes shut. This wasn’t happening. This sort of thing happened to other women, not her. Men didn’t lose control around fat Sibyl – not ever.

  “Please,” she gasped and tried to wiggle out of his grip.

  Hands clamped on her thighs and he pulled her closer, his muscular body looming over hers. She raised a hand and slapped him in the cheek, but his head didn’t even move. Though she did catch the slight flush of color that seeped over his face at the blow.

  “Feisty. I like it. Gabe said you’d be perfect for us.”

  Perfect? She wasn’t perfect for anything. “Who’s us?”

  But Adrian didn’t answer. One hand stayed clamped on her thigh with an iron-like grip. The other wandered over her full breasts. Her nipples hardened at the touch – the rough edge of his calloused hands flicking them into arousal.