Entangled

Chapter 1

Author's note: Not too many changes from what I posted in WORKS IN PROGRESS, but I think I'm slowly getting the rest of the story sorted out, so I feel reasonably confident posting it officially.

Sasha is not submissive by nature—not in the ring, not in bed, not in life in general. She's never had the luxury of ceding power, not when she's had to fight so hard for every bit of success and surety she has in her life. She's usually the first to speak up and the last to back down, but being with Becky and Seth has let her relax a bit. She knows they will fight just as hard for her as she would herself, but they'll also stand between her and danger, even—or especially—if that danger is coming from herself. Learning to trust has always been difficult for her; learning to entrust herself to others is a daily challenge, but she's getting better. Starting in bed probably helped, since she knew neither Becky nor Seth would abuse any power they were given.

In some ways, Sasha doesn't think the terms are accurate. A submissive isn't powerless; they choose to give their power to someone else, to let go. What could be stronger than that sort of trust? Aside from her husband, she can't imagine trusting anyone else that much but Becky or Seth. Being on bottom doesn't automatically equal being submissive either, she knows. Their main goal is to be together, regardless of who's where. She's stretched out on her back, legs spread wide and ankles tied to the foot-board of the bed; her wrists were tied earlier as well, but now that Becky's in the middle, they're free, because Becky loves to be touched all over—consumed, really—from both sides when she's between Sasha and Seth. "I can't reach," Sasha complains, nails digging into Becky's thighs.

Seth grumbles and scoots forward a bit, making Becky almost straddle Sasha's hips, and for a moment Sasha almost regrets encouraging Seth and Becky to get over their inhibitions and fuck each other. Almost. Their little pack is so much stronger for it now, though, that she can't begrudge their closeness, even if she is a bit envious of it. It's not like either of them have started neglecting her now that they can enjoy each other, but she can see something more developing between them, a form of love she can't contribute tothe equation.

Becky wriggles forward as much as she can within Seth's grip, one arm around her waist and the other hand along her throat, keeping her head tilted back the way he likes. Whenever Seth thrusts into her, her hips press up against Sasha's, and whenever Sasha's hips buck up against hers, Becky presses back against him, making the pleasure ebb and flow between them in near equal measure. "Harder, Sasha," Becky moans, pressing Sasha's hands against her thighs with her own.

Sasha's happy to oblige, drawing long, red nails down Becky's pale thighs. She's wet enough that Sasha can feel it too, but when she tries to slide her fingers up, Seth releases Becky's hips long enough to move Sasha's hand away. "Not there," he growls, mouth pressed tight to Becky's shoulder.

"Fine." Sasha shuts her eyes so Seth can't see her roll them. He can be strangely territorial about orgasms, which she doesn't understand; the goal is everyone's pleasure, after all, but since he rarely disappoints, she doesn't complain. At least not much, and not in that moment, anyway. She'll have her chance to play with Becky later, to make her scream and squirm as only she can. She settles for running her fingers through the wetness on Becky's thighs and hers, licking her fingers clean before moving a hand up to Becky's breasts. The other lingers on Seth's restraining arm, dragging her nails lightly along the pronounced muscles there. "Is this okay?"

When Seth's eyes open and focus on her, it's like staring into the heart of midnight. "I want her on you." He's trying to keep an edge to his voice, but he's too close to climaxing and Sasha can hear the strain in each word, see it in every movement. "Becks?" When her only answer is a moan, he grabs a handful of bright orange hair and tugs. "Becks," he repeats, "is that okay?"

Becky nods, though she whimpers when his arm loosens around her waist. Then he runs both hands up her back, pushing her down onto Sasha so that they're almost perfectly aligned, echoes of each other's desire. "You're beautiful," Becky whispers before she kisses Sasha, letting her hands sink into her lover's hair.

With the red curls crashing into blue waves, it looks like lava meeting the ocean, their kiss creating steam and something new, something inexplicably primal, and Seth sweeps their hair aside so he can watch them kiss as he keeps a hand splayed wide against Becky's back. "You both are," he says. When Becky has to pull back from the kiss to let out a long moan, Seth leans in and takes over, increasing the pressure between their bodies.

Even though she's on the bottom, Sasha feels like she's in the middle now, with Seth's mouth on hers and Becky's pressed to her collarbone. "You're all right too," Sasha laughs, running her hands up his arms. She wishes she could reach his ass, to dig her nails in and make him fuck Becky harder, but this will have to do. The full moon is only days away, so they're all full of lust and pent-up energy, just waiting until their wolves can run and romp freely. She drops her hands to Becky's thighs again, digging her nails in before sliding her fingers between their bodies. Their breasts are pressed together, the pressure soft and warm, but each time their hips touch it's like fire. Sasha pushes lightly against Becky's belly, hoping to make just enough room between their sticky bodies that she can tease her.

But something pushes back, something soft and small and so foreign that it takes Sasha a moment to put a name to it. By then, Seth is kissing her again, his beard deceptively soft. "What's wrong?" he murmurs, sliding a hand between her and Becky to caress Sasha's breast. "Too heavy?"

Sasha shakes her head. Even though it's not a common position for her, she loves the sense of connection. She presses her hand against Becky's belly again just to be sure, waiting until she feels both Becky and Seth climax before saying anything. "Becky," she asks softly, "are you pregnant?"

If Seth hadn't already come, Sasha knows that would have been enough to make him lose his focus, his control; he likes to climax with them if he can, blending the two pleasures into one. "What did you say?" His voice sounds hollow and distant as he pulls out of Becky, peeling the condom off carefully and tossing it into the small garbage bag they brought over to the bed.

Becky flops over on her back, breathing heavily as she looks from one lover to the other. "What?" Clearly she didn't hear, or else the question was so unexpected she figured she must have imagined it.

"Are you pregnant?" Sasha repeats, reaching over and running a hand over Becky's stomach. After she feels another small tremor Sasha perks up, beckoning Seth over after he unties her ankles. "There! Put your hand there and wait."

Seth's hand seems to take up twice as much space as Sasha's, eclipsing the area between Becky's hips, but he does as Sasha says, eyes shut as he focusses intently. When his eyes jolt open, they're as sharp and shiny as polished hematite. "Holy shit."

"Becks, can't you feel that?" Sasha grabs one of Becky's hands and places it on her belly, then makes room for Seth's and her own; this feels like something they have to share to fully believe. The next kick—or a punch maybe—is so distinct it's like it's on purpose, a physical Look at me!

"Oof!" Becky's eyes are shining as she looks down at her belly, at their cluster of hands, and Sasha can't tell if it's with tears or fright. "Oh god." She meets Seth's gaze first and then Sasha's. "What do we do?"

We. Sasha knows she's included in that we, even though she has no part of that tiny fighter trying to make its presence known. They're a pack and they're lovers, but they're also a family, now in more ways than one.