Havenfall Harbor Book Two: Paranormal Ménage Romance MFM

by Albany Walker

  The journey up to the third floor is quiet. Evan doesn’t chat, and Griffin doesn’t reach for my hand. It leaves me feeling a little discombobulated. I use my key to unlock the door when we reach it. Griffin edges his way in first and looks around. Seeming satisfied, he moves farther in and allows us to enter.

  I was tired when I was waiting, but now I have too many thoughts racing through my mind to be tired. Evan heads right to the bathroom, and Griffin sprawls on the couch. I take a moment to toe off my shoes, then walk in his direction. I’m feeling strangely tense, like if I try to sit with him, he may reject me, but my feet carry me toward him anyway.

  “May I?” I point to the open space next to Griffin.

  “You’re not tired?” he asks while opening his arm. I take it as an invitation.

  “I was, but you guys are kind of weirding me out.” I decide the truth will work best. “You both seem so far away. I’m not trying to pry. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

  Griffin wraps his arm over my shoulder and pulls me a little closer. Nothing about his embrace is forced or faked, and I’m able to settle against him. “There were a few unexpected developments, nothing for you to worry about.”

  “What about you? Is it something you need to worry about?” I tilt my head back so I can see his face.

  Griffin raises one brow. “I might have to speak to a few people over the coming days and be civil. It’s a lot to ask.” He delivers the line with a straight face. I only know he’s joking because he starts slowly tracing his finger along my neck.

  I pout. “However will you manage, you poor dear?”

  “I know.” He sighs dramatically. “I could use some incentive.” The way he lowers his voice sends a tingle of awareness down my spine.

  “I’m very familiar with the reward system. What were you thinking?”

  Griffin bends forward, reaches his left hand across our bodies, then hauls me onto his lap to straddle him.

  I peer down at his face, then trace a finger across his bottom lip. “You don’t have to hide from me,” I murmur, then kiss his lips quickly before he feels like he needs to respond. I just want them both to know I can handle being with them, that I want to handle all the things that come with being with them.

  Griffin palms the back of my head and takes the kiss deeper when I would have retreated. “What is it with you always trying to seduce my girl on the couch, vampire? We have a bed big enough for all of us right through here,” Evan remarks.

  I break our kiss and look over my shoulder. Evan is leaning against the wall near the hallway. His face is much more relaxed than it was just a few moments ago, and his gaze is heated, traveling over my body. Griffin’s lips trail down my neck, but I keep my eyes on Evan. The scruff on his jaw is heavier than usual—he didn’t shave today—and my fingers itch to feel it. His hair is pulled back in a haphazard bun that women spend hours trying to achieve.

  Evan is handsome, ruggedly so. His features are masculine and heavy, but when put together, he makes the perfect package. “What are you looking at, Quinn?”

  “My mate,” I answer, giving Evan the words that echoed in my mind as soon as he asked the question. Though they feel foreign on my tongue, they feel right as soon as I say it out loud.

  Evan’s eyes widen, and he staggers off the wall. I’m pretty sure I just shocked him.

  “If you want a new wardrobe, just tell him. You don’t have to tease the bear into shredding your clothing,” Griffin murmurs against my neck, never once pausing his kisses.

  “I’m not teasing or looking for a new wardrobe.”

  Griffin chuckles against my skin, and it irritates me. Does he think I’m being coy? That thought raises my hackles. Just because I’m not supernatural doesn’t mean I can’t feel the same way they do. I curl my fingers in the back of his hair and tug his head back so I can look down into his eyes. His mouth is open, exposing his fangs, but his eyes are locked on mine. “Don’t do that,” I warn softly. “Don’t make me feel silly for how I feel. I would never do that to you.”

  Griffin doesn’t look away from me, but I feel his arms slide down until he’s bracketing my hips. “Sweetness, there are a great many things you could accuse me of, but making fun of you isn’t one.” Swiftly, he stands with my legs still hooked over his hips, my knees still bent around his sides.

  “You laughed.” I curl my arms around his neck, remembering I was supposed to object to being carried around, but I don’t want to.

  After reaching the bedroom, Griffin lowers me down his body until my feet touch the floor. Eyes still on mine, he says, “Yes, but not at you. I laughed because even when you don’t mean to seduce us, you do. You don’t even know you’re pulling us deeper into your web with every look, every word, yet here we are. It’s intoxicating.”

  I open my mouth, but I don’t know how to respond to that. Evan nudges his way closer until he’s standing at my back. Having their heat surrounding me causes new emotions, and surprisingly, it’s not sexual.

  I feel safe, content, and cared for in a way that’s eluded me my entire life, but I didn’t even realize I was missing it until this moment. Loving Evan and Griffin, even when they make me mad, is as effortless as breathing. What I’ve been feeling for them finally made sense when Alice told me that we shared part of our souls. How else could I love and accept them so quickly any other way? We were made for each other.

  It’s why I’ve always found Evan’s presence comforting, even when I convinced myself he was intimidating, and why I’ve been drawn to Griffin from the moment we met. Fate. It must be the same reason he feels like I’m seducing him when I’m not trying. I’m not going to argue with his feelings, because I feel the same way.

  Evan

  “My mate.” Quinn murmurs the words softly, confidently, and my entire world shifts on its axis.

  If it didn’t fill every fiber of my being with a purpose, I would be falling to my knees. Her acceptance, her absolute willingness to learn an entirely new way to live and be by our side makes me feel damn near unworthy.

  If the tables were turned, and I had to give up so much of myself to be with her, would it be so easy? I’m so overwhelmed, I can’t even respond to her. I knew she accepted my bond, but she didn’t even really understand what she was getting herself into at the time. Hearing her say it now, out loud, humbles me.

  Griffin scoops her into his arms and carries her into our room. Their hushed conversation is lost to me as I replay her words over and over in my head. The devastating desire to claim Quinn is replaced with a fierce sense to love her, cherish her. I don’t need to own her, she already owns me.

  I make my way around Quinn, and she leans her head back on my chest. My hands, which have always felt hurried and rushed, skim slowly up her sides, and I can feel her breath leave her body as she exhales. I lower my chin and brush my lips over her neck and shoulder, tasting her skin and savoring our mingled scents.

  Quinn lifts her arms in the air, and I slip her shirt up and off, dropping it to the floor the moment it’s free of her hands. Her entire back is bare, and my eyes are drawn to my mating mark on her right shoulder. When I trace the raised scar with my fingertips, she looks over her shoulder with a small smile on her lips.

  “I’m starting to think you only have something against my clothes.” I’m confused for just a moment, and then I realize she was wearing Griff’s shirt and she thinks that’s why I didn’t rip it off her. She isn’t right, but I don’t need to tell her that now. I lower my head and brush my nose against hers in a nuzzle. Quinn’s eyes close, and she grabs the back of my neck, pulling me down for a kiss.

  She turns slowly, and I feel her lean up against me, her soft curves molding to my frame. Griff grabs her hips and tugs them back, then reaches between our bodies so he can unbutton her pants. Quinn’s kisses grow deeper, needier, as he pushes her jeans down her legs, leaving her naked in front of me. Having a second set of hands can be so very helpful.

  I want to feel her skin
against mine, so I break the kiss long enough to slip my shirt off and drop my pants. My dick is already hard, but when Quinn lowers her eyes to look at me, I ache. She wraps her cold fingers around my length, causing me to let out a small curse from the erotic sensation.

  As much as I want to take my time with her, I’m still eager to be inside her. I hope at some point, I won’t feel like I’m going to come as soon as she touches me. That would get pretty fucking embarrassing. I’m tempted to reach for her hand and stop her, but I don’t have the mental strength, so I just grit my teeth.

  When her other hand comes up and cups my balls, I think I’m about to swallow my tongue. “Didn’t you want a bed next time?” Griff is reminding Quinn of her whispered wish when we were in the security room. I don’t know if it’s to help me or not, but Quinn releases me and shoos me with her hands, giving me a second to collect myself.

  “You heard him. We need a bed.”

  My dash to the sheets could probably be considered comical, but laughing is the last thing on my mind when Quinn climbs in right behind me and prowls up my body. I forget how to swallow when she runs her tongue up my neck and throat. I tilt my head back, exposing my most vulnerable spot and giving her better access. She nibbles on me like I taste fucking delicious and moans as she drags in lungfuls of my scent.

  My entire body feels like it’s shaking from the inside, like I’m about to burst apart at the seams all because this tiny creature can’t seem to get enough of me. Her slick heat comes into contact with my lower stomach as she straddles me. My muscles contract, driving my hips upward even though she’s not on my dick.

  Quinn’s mouth falls open in shock, and I think I might need to explain myself, but she snaps her head to the left, looking over her shoulder. That’s when I see Griff. He didn’t waste any time climbing up right behind her, and judging by the pungent smell of coconut oil in the air, I think he just slathered her ass with the stuff.

  Quinn’s bloom of arousal covers the potent scent seconds later. Fuck, she’s excited. I try to ignore my throbbing dick and focus only on her. Lifting my head, I draw one of her nipples into my mouth and swirl my tongue around her tip. Her back immediately bows, and she ends up grinding her pussy against me. Griffin shifts, and Quinn’s heat leaves my lower stomach as her breast pops free from my lips. I let out a groan that’s half relief and half reluctance.

  “Has anyone ever fucked you here, Quinn?” Griff whispers near her ear. She’s secured to his chest with an arm banded beneath her breasts. She shakes her head and bites her lip as her lids fall closed. Looking between her legs, I can see his finger moving, rimming her asshole. Her breath falters, and I know it’s because he sank a finger inside her. My dick pulses.

  “You like that?” Griffin’s pheromones are thick in the air, and I almost answer for her.

  Quinn lets out a breath and a husky, “Yes.”

  After a few seconds, Quinn’s hips begin to roll, and I know she wants more. Griff takes her cues just as easily as I do and lowers her until she’s right above my dick. I fist myself as he guides her down, sinking her slowly onto me while keeping up the slow, steady rhythm of his finger fucking her ass.

  She tightens her inner muscles the moment I invade her channel and strangles my dick so hard, my entire body locks up. I’m fucking helpless as Griff coos into her ear, telling her how sexy she is and how much he wants us both to be inside her. My dick is throbbing so badly, I’m sure she can feel every beat of my heart in her pussy.

  Eventually she relaxes, and I slide all the way inside her. She collapses on my chest the moment Griff releases her from his hold. Quinn is so fucking wet, I can feel her dripping down my balls, that or Griff really went crazy with the lube. Either way, I’m clenching my teeth like a motherfucker to keep myself from spilling inside her.

  Quinn and I are both still, but I can feel Griff moving within her, going a little deeper every few strokes. Her breath is choppy and rough, so I trail my fingers over her back and kiss her shoulder. My dick is begging for attention, but I fight through the urge to lift my hips.

  Quinn lets out a deep moan, and her pussy contracts again. She’s close to coming, and I know I’m going to go off when she does—if I make it that long.

  Quinn

  I’m curled over Evan’s big, warm body, lying chest to chest. I have my hand up close to my mouth, fighting not to make too much noise and forcing myself to remember to breathe. Griffin is behind me, sliding his finger in and out of my ass, and every few strokes, he makes a circle, widening me, and I don’t know if I love it or hate it. I think it’s the former. He nudges at my opening with his dick, it’s softer, larger, while still using his finger to toy with me.

  My breath stills again when he removes his finger and pushes the head of his dick against me. It feels even better than his finger, but there’s so much more pressure. I tighten up, and Evan moans, rocking his hips. I glance up and see his head thrown back. The cords in his neck are tense, and his face is locked in a grimace.

  Griffin pushes in a little more, and I reach my hand back and slap it against his stomach. “Wait, wait, wait,” I beg. My inner muscles spasm. I can’t tell if I’m having an orgasm or trying to push him out. We all freeze.

  “Do you want me to stop?” Griffin asks, and I curl my fingers in, making a fist over his lower stomach.

  “No, just, is this okay for now? Not going any deeper?”

  Griffin drapes his chest over my back, and his lips caress the shell of my ear. “Whatever you want, however you want.”

  After a few more moments of adjusting to the intrusion, Griffin pulls back a little, then barely rocks forward. He sets a slow, steady rhythm, and before I know it, I’m rocking along with him and taking Evan along for the ride.

  Our mingled breaths and the sounds of our bodies moving together fills the room. An intense orgasm builds slowly, starting low in my stomach and cascading out until I reach my breaking point and come so hard, a yell of surrender leaves my lips. Evan locks his hands on my hips and grinds up into me.

  Griffin’s movements grow quicker, but he keeps his promise of not going any deeper. His forehead is moving from left to right on my back as he kisses and nips me. Before long, he’s growling out his own orgasm. When he eventually pulls away from me, I feel cold and way too wet. So wet, I know I’ll need a shower.

  I slide off of Evan but keep my leg hooked over his thigh. Even more cool air brushes against my skin, and I shiver. “Jesus, I need a hose and a towel.” I pant while trying to catch my breath.

  Griffin curls around my back again, and his lips go to the side of my neck, brushing the tender skin there. “May I?” He licks a path all the way up behind my ear.

  “Yes, of course. Why didn’t you when we were…?”

  “I don’t want my venom influencing you,” he murmurs, still rubbing his lips against my skin.

  “You don’t have to worry about that,” I tell him and give him better access to what I’m coming to think of as his spot.

  “If I would have bit you, you would have impaled yourself on my cock, pain be damned.” I tsk, but I don’t have anything else to say. He’s probably telling the truth.

  As soon as he sinks his teeth into my neck, I moan loud enough to be happy we don’t have immediate neighbors.

  Evan skates his hand down my body and cups my pussy. His palm is right against my clit. I ride his hand through Griffin’s bite and another orgasm. Any doubts I had as he warned me about letting him skewer me are gone. I think I lost a little muscle mass too, because I can barely move.

  “Quinn,” Griffin calls softly after attending to my neck to seal the small wound. I hum a response. “Open up,” he orders, and I slit my eyes. “Not the baby blues, your lips.”

  “What?” is all I get out before Griffin is kissing me, but there’s something in his mouth. Something warm and intoxicating that’s thick like honey. I swirl my tongue around as the flavor disappears, leaving me with only the taste of Griffin, which is amazing all on i
ts own.

  I stretch, and all the achy tiredness I felt is gone, even my lower regions don’t feel as tender. “What did you just do?”

  “Made sure you’ll be ready for round two later,” Griffin quips and plants a sweet kiss on my nose. He shared his blood with me. I get a little gooey on the inside, and not because I think it was gross, quite the opposite.

  I shake my head. “Well, at least I have the energy for a shower now.”

  Evan turns on his side and cuddles me so my back is to his chest, laying a meaty palm over my stomach to keep me in place. “Not yet, my luna.” His voice is relaxed, almost sleepy. A few minutes won’t hurt, not after he just called me his moon.

  “Griffin Stone,” I bellow after viewing myself in the newly replaced mirror in the bathroom.

  “Yes?” comes his lazy drawl.

  “Evan Winters,” I snap.

  “What did I do?” the big brute asks petulantly, joining Griffin at the bathroom door.

  “What did you do? Both of you let me walk around like this all day yesterday!” I accuse and point to my shoulder, which looks ravaged from Evan’s bonding bite, yet strangely doesn’t hurt. I point to the other side of my neck at the silvery scar left by Griffin. I have friends who have been bitten by a vampire before, and I’ve never once seen a scar. No wonder he always knows right where it is.

  “Good Lord, I need a turtleneck to cover this.”

  “Not mine,” Evan announces.

  I turn and give him a droll look. “I’m betting you’ll still be able to see this unless I wear shirts up to here.” I grab the bottom of my neck, completely unfazed that I’m nude.

  Griffin moves quickly and is standing by my side before I can blink. He touches his lips to my temple. “It wouldn’t work. They don’t need to see the bite to know you’re mine.”

  “Ours,” Evan hollers from the other room, proving he didn’t even stick around after I explained why I was yelling.