Havenfall Harbor Book Two: Paranormal Ménage Romance MFM

by Albany Walker

  “Can I do something for you?” the shifter offers.

  “I need the surveillance room,” Evan tells the man.

  “Sure, anything I can help with?” Jon sticks his arm into the room he came from and shoves the chair he was sitting in back into the space.

  “I need to see the schedules for the last several weeks, and did Letty make it here to drop anything off this afternoon?” Evan questions casually.

  “I haven’t seen her,” Jon replies. Another door down the hall opens, and a woman walks out. She does a double take when she sees our group. “Have you seen Letty in here today?” Jon asks the woman.

  “No, not since this morning at the briefing,” she answers with a small frown.

  “All right, if she comes in, grab me.” Evan places his hand on Quinn’s lower back and ushers her forward toward the shifter. He backs up, giving us lots of room to enter the doorway he exited.

  “I’ll print out the schedule too, should just take a minute,” Jon declares as he continues to back up. The woman down the hall waits for us to enter the room. I can tell by her fading heartbeat that she followed the male.

  I close the door after we enter the office, taking a cursory look around. I don’t think I’ve ever been here for longer than a minute or two while tagging along with Evan. I let him handle all this security shit, so there’s really no need.

  There are several monitors along one wall with a long desk beneath them. Four chairs are spaced out along it, and there’s shit littered all over the desk like keyboards, pens, and all the other usual office stuff you’d expect.

  “This room’s soundproof,” Evan informs us, then spins a chair around, motioning for Quinn to take a seat.

  “This is pretty high-tech,” she murmurs, adjusting her seat.

  The corner of Evan’s mouth lifts, but he doesn’t allow a full smile to form. I appreciate the fact that he placed her in the middle, so I take the seat to her left and he takes the other side.

  I look at the screens and keyboard and have to admit I have no idea what I’m doing. Most of the screens shift through different areas and angles about every ten seconds, while a few of the others are trained in one specific spot.

  Quinn makes a clicking sound with her tongue and narrows her eyes on the lower left screen, the one that shows the front gate. “What is it?” I ask.

  “Nothing.” She rolls her eyes, but she’s not fooling me, her face is so expressive. She’s so much more open and responsive than supernaturals, especially those of us who have managed to live long lives. We harden over time, not our skin or muscles, but our hearts and minds, leaving us jaded and wary of almost everything.

  I place my finger under her chin, and she turns her head to look directly at me without my prompting. Her pupils expand as she searches my face. “What is it?” I ask her again. My voice is much softer this time, but it’s not intentional. Quinn Shaw affects me just as much as I seem to affect her, probably more.

  She blinks slowly and wets her lips, but she doesn’t pull away from me. “I was just thinking about the day I arrived.” She glances down quickly, then meets my eyes again, her lips twisting as she purses them.

  “What about it?” My eyes are drawn to her mouth. As much as what she’s saying interests me, the uptake in her heart rate is even more compelling.

  Not looking away from me, she lifts her right hand and motions to the bank of monitors. “They watched me sit out there for half an hour. I mean, I already knew that, but knowing it is different. You know what I mean?”

  “I do. Evan told me they left you to walk.”

  Quinn blows a raspberry and finally pulls away from me. “After she left me sitting at the gate for a good while first.”

  Evan’s brows are drawn together over his eyes. “You didn’t mention that.”

  “I was hoping there was a good reason for it.” Quinn lowers her gaze again. “Are we here to review footage?”

  Evan reaches over and places his hand on Quinn’s shoulder, curling his fingers around her neck. She doesn’t respond the way she does to me when his fingers graze my mark. There’s a dark part of me that loves that I have a claim over her he will never have. My fingers twitch with the need to trace the crescent-shaped scars so I can confirm her reaction.

  “I’ll get it cued up to last night. We’ll each take a section, and if you see anything, tell me so I can mark it and pull up the feed for that camera.” Evan gives her a little affectionate squeeze before releasing her to focus on the keyboard nearest him.

  “What specifically are we looking for?” Quinn tucks some light hair behind her ear and scans all the monitors.

  Quinn

  “I want to see what the kids were up to, but more importantly, I want to see what went down this morning when Letty found them.” Evan’s hands are moving over the keyboard rather fast for the size of his fingers. I can’t count how many of my guy friends in college would always ask for my notes, citing they couldn’t type as fast or as efficiently as I could because of the size of their fingers.

  My mind starts to wander, and it’s no longer his fingers on the keyboard that I’m thinking about, it’s how good they felt on my skin last night. I quickly avert my gaze from his hands. This is not the place, and certainly not the time, to let my thoughts take a trip through the gutter.

  Evan turns his head to look at me, and he inhales deeply. I pretend not to notice his eyes on the side of my face, but I can feel heat rising in my cheeks.

  Someone twists the knob from the other side of the door, and Evan jumps up and snarls, “Don’t open the fucking door.”

  I watch him as he strides over to the entrance and jerks the door open. “I have the schedule.” The man Evan addressed as Jon just a few minutes ago is holding out a few sheets of paper, offering them to Evan.

  I lean over a little and whisper to Griffin, “Did I miss something? He seems upset.” The door snaps closed after Evan snatches the papers from the man and grumbles some sort of response that I can’t even understand.

  Griffin takes full advantage of my nearness and puts his lips close to my ear, even though the door is closed, and whispers, “You’re aroused.” I snap my eyes over to Griffin, then peek at Evan. I want to ask why that would upset him, but I can’t force the words out of my mouth. It’s not like I’m going to jump his bones in the surveillance room.

  Evan tosses the papers onto a table near the door, and a few slide off to land on the floor. Ignoring them, he advances toward me, his eyes seeming to only see me. He looks…intense, I guess would be the right word. “Evan?” I question softly.

  He comes to a stop just in front of me, and I have to crane my neck back to see his face. His nostrils flare and his chest expands as he drags in another deep inhale. It dawns on me then. He can literally smell that I’m turned on. Oh my goodness, I need a hole to open up and swallow me right now.

  I squeeze my thighs together. Talk about super embarrassing. “I’m not…” I start to deny what he apparently already knows, but Evan slams his lips to mine before I can finish. I’m so shocked, it takes me a moment to respond to his kiss, but then I let my eyes fall closed and open up for him. It’s not going to help with how turned on I am, but a stolen kiss is acceptable, or at least it must be if he’s the one who initiated it.

  Evan’s hands come up and cradle my neck, his thumbs resting on the underside of my jaw while his fingers tunnel into the hair at the nape of my neck. When I feel one of his hands start to trail down my body to cup my breast, two things happen—my back arches, showing him just how much my body appreciates his attention, and my mind rebels.

  I break the kiss and tilt my head back, gathering a breath I rasp, “This isn’t helping.”

  Evan continues kissing down my throat. “What do you need?” he asks and nips my breast right through my shirt and bra, finding my nipple without error and showing me he misunderstood my words.

  I hold the back of his head, still arching into him. I feel a hand on the inside of my knee
, spreading my legs to make room for his torso. His chest is so wide, the sides of my thighs get pinched against the arms of the chair to accommodate him.

  His skin feels hot, as if he’s been too close to a campfire for too long. I want to rub against every inch of him, some parts more than others, like the thick length I know is just behind his jeans.

  Gathering every inch of willpower I didn’t know I possessed, I sink back into the chair and lower my eyes so I can look at him. He’s still bigger than me, even while kneeling. I take in his dark brown eyes and the way he’s looking at me as if he’s ready to devour me whole. I give myself a second to slow my racing heart, then finally admit, “I had a pretty long dry spell, so being around you two is making me go a little haywire.” I twist my lips in a what can you do manner.

  “Do you want him instead?” Evan grabs the arm of Griffin’s shirt and hauls him closer, still rooted in his chair, without even looking in his direction. The move was so damn quick, Griffin barely blinks in response.

  I look between them, slightly panicked. “What? No. I’m not incapable of controlling myself just because I’m a little hot and bothered. We can…later,” I say softly, feeling very presumptuous, yet still rather certain about my statement.

  Evan makes a sound that comes off as half distressed and half growl. Griffin casually swipes Evan’s hand, which is still clinging to the fabric of his shirt, away. “He cannot, Quinn.” I look at Griffin but keep Evan in my sights—it’s not hard, considering how close we all are now.

  “He cannot what?” I lick my lips, feeling as if I already know the answer but need to hear it.

  “You need me,” Evan replies, but it almost comes off like he’s begging me to tell him yes.

  “We are not human.” Griffin places his fingertips on the inside of my wrist. I know without being told he’s feeling my pulse, which is thundering under his touch.

  “I know.” I nod eagerly.

  “We can’t ignore your need. It’s not about waiting until later or delayed gratification. It’s more like…a compulsion,” Griffin explains after glancing at the ceiling.

  My heart thuds even harder. “What?” I scoff, glancing between them.

  Griffin makes a disgruntled noise. “Not like that kind of compulsion.”

  “You need me,” Evan says again, this time running his big, warm palms up my thighs. His thumbs come dangerously close to my core.

  “We’re working,” I whisper roughly. “This is like, someone’s office.”

  Evan slides his hands around my hips and cups my ass, nudging me forward so I have no choice but to move my feet under me or slide into his lap.

  “Do you know whose office this is?” Griffin questions gently. I shake my head as Evan starts unbuttoning my pants. His lips and tongue are already painting a hot trail all over my stomach. “It’s mine. Every inch of this place is mine.” He lowers his chin. “If we want to lay you out in the dining hall and make you scream, we can.” It sounds like a dark promise.

  Last night when I knew Griffin was watching me with Evan, it was hot, but being on display for the entire school isn’t appealing at all. I tuck my hair behind my ear, feeling slightly worried I’m about to disappoint him, but also filled with conviction that I would never allow that, I say, “I’m not into that kind of exhibition.”

  Griffin tilts his head to the side, giving me a half grin. “Sweetness, if you think I would ever allow anyone to see that body” —he rakes his eyes over me as Evan starts tugging down my jeans— “or allow anyone to watch you come undone…” Griffin shakes his head slowly and bites the corner of his bottom lip. His canine puckers the plump flesh before he flicks his tongue over his lip quickly. “Let’s just say it would be a bad idea, which is why the errand boy almost got his head ripped off.”

  I’m confused for just a moment as I mull over Griffin’s comment. Errand boy? Jon. The man with the schedule. Evan is still working my pants off my legs. I place my hand on his shoulder and lift my foot as he pulls my flat off the back of my heel. I can’t believe I’m letting him strip my clothes off in the office.

  Once I’m naked from the waist down, Evan slides his hands up the outside of my legs until he reaches my waist. I feel his fingers tighten as he hoists me then places me on Griffin’s lap. I look over my shoulder, but he already has his hands on me, lifting my shirt. I raise my arms, and Evan takes the fabric and tosses it on the desk. I don’t have any warning before he splits my bra right down the middle with his claw-tipped finger. I yelp in outrage as the lacy material gives zero resistance. “Hey!”

  Evan growls deep in his throat and latches onto my nipple after shoving the useless fabric away from my breast. Heat pools in my lower stomach. Okay, this might be worth the loss of another article of clothing.

  Griffin’s hands tighten on my hips before he pulls me back against him. I can feel how hard he is beneath me when I arch my back. His lips brush the side of my neck, and his breath wafts across my sensitive skin. I roll my head forward and present him with the left side instead, the side he bit me on.

  Tingles erupt all over my skin when he drags his tongue up the side of my throat. He stops at the exact spot where he tasted me. The promise of his sharp tooth trailing over my flesh has me tilting to give him even better access.

  Evan releases my nipple and kisses his way down my body. My eyes are mere slits as I watch him, his tawny head lowering even more until his face is right between my legs. He examines me for a moment after nipping my hip. I feel his fingers slide down my leg, but that’s not the direction I want him traveling. Then Evan puts my knee over his shoulder, and I think this might be even better.

  He stands swiftly, and I’m left hanging upside down on him like I’m on the monkey bars. I reach for Griffin, for something to hold onto, but he just grins at me. I’m sure my eyes are as big as saucers.

  Evan lowers his head, and I feel the stubble from his chin tease my lower lips. “Give her here.” Griffin reaches for me, prompting Evan to step forward. I curl up, and my stomach muscles protest. Evan steps close enough so my upper back and shoulders rest on Griffin, and I’m no longer upside down but cradled between them. Griffin turns his face into my neck again, and this time, he starts kissing and licking as his hands begin to roam over me. Holy hell, this is almost too much.

  My body begins to relax. It’s not as if I’m in the most comfortable position, but then Evan’s tongue makes a long lap up my slit, and comfort is no longer my concern. I let out a shaky breath and curl my arms around Griffin’s head. I need something to hold onto to feel grounded. Evan folds his hands over my waist, and most of the pressure I felt behind my knees and in my calves abates as he takes most of my weight. I’m probably going to have a ring of bruises over my hips, but I really don’t have it in me to care, not when I can feel Evan’s hot breath against me and I’m more concerned about getting better acquainted with that lovely tongue he’s sliding inside me.

  Griffin continues to caress my skin. His fingertips are so light, it almost feels like he’s tickling me, but laughing is the last thing on my mind. I undulate with his caress, following his strokes as much as I can as he continues to skim his touch all over my curves.

  Evan shifts his hold and brings one of his hands up to separate me, then he spears his tongue deeper inside my channel once I’m open and lets out a groan. The room is filled with the sounds of our mingled breaths and my soft pants of surrender. I tangle my fingers in Griffin’s hair, tugging as if his head is the one between my legs. He peppers hot, open-mouthed kisses everywhere he can reach, nipping but not biting my flesh in a way that has me nearly begging for him to taste me again.

  My heart is beating so hard, I feel almost lightheaded, but that could also be the position I’m in, not that I’m complaining. The stubble on Evan’s chin is rough, amplifying the soft slickness of his tongue swirling inside me.

  I turn my face to the side as Griffin’s kiss climbs higher on my neck and capture his lips. The moment I open my mouth to him,
the feeling of euphoria doubles, and I find myself squirming in their grasp, needing more but so close to being overwhelmed too. All cares about where we are, and the underlying feeling that we’re doing something wrong, are buried as I feel my inner muscles clench. I’m seconds away from coming and only pushed closer to release when Griffin twists and pinches my nipple in a pattern that’s close to the way Evan is swirling his tongue and sucking on my clit.

  My hips buck up, and I break the kiss with Griffin to let out a long, low moan followed by pants, begging them not to stop. Evan’s grip grows punishing as he pushes his lips and tongue harder against me, lapping my slit as I come so hard, I damn near forget how to breathe.

  With a limp hand, I reach down for Evan as he continues to lick me, every pass of his tongue over my clit making me shudder. He looks up when I run my fingers over the top of his head. His eyes are slitted but slightly wild as he gazes at me. His lips are wet, and I lick mine in response. He makes a grunting sound of satisfaction.

  I swallow once, then clear my throat to make sure I’m actually capable of speech. “You gonna put me down anytime soon?” I rasp.

  With careful movements, Evan pulls one of my legs from over his shoulder while lowering himself back to a kneeling position. My head throbs a few times as I push myself up to a seated position, still on Griffin’s lap. His hands go right to my waist, and he pulls me back against his erection, reminding me that while I just had an amazing orgasm, neither of them has.

  I lower my eyes, feeling shy all of a sudden, but Evan reaches forward and tips my chin up with a finger. I open my mouth to say something, but he’s kissing me before I have a chance. I can smell and taste myself on his lips. Griffin did this earlier too, but it isn’t unpleasant. Feeling slightly braver, I slide my hand down his torso until my fingers meet with the dark fabric of his jeans. Evan’s kiss slows as if he’s so focused on my touch, he’s forgotten to kiss me back.