Taking Their Mate [Wolf Packs of Fate 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  “It’s okay, boss. We get it.” Curt started to reach out to her, then pulled his hand back. “Look, we wanted you to know why we wouldn’t be around much. That’s all.”

  She had to ask, had to know she wasn’t imagining it. “Why won’t you touch me?” she whispered. “Or give me a kiss?” She glanced from one man to the next. “At least from one of you?”

  The yearning on Eric’s face made her feel better. At least it seemed like he wanted to kiss her.

  “Baby, we want to do a whole lot more than kiss you. But if we do, we might not leave and joined the hunt.”

  That was a good enough excuse for her. She could easily relate. If she touched them, she’d forget about everything and everyone. “Fine. Then I’m going with you.”

  “What about your customers?” Dane nodded toward the four other people in the place.

  “Never mind them. Clinton will understand.”

  “He will. He’s already joined the search.”

  “Good. Then just give me a couple of minutes and I’ll get these folks on their way.”

  Eric caught her as she started to go back to the register behind the bar. “Hold up. You’re not joining the search.”

  “What? Why not?”

  “Because you don’t know your way around. Not in the woods and all.”

  “Okay, so I’ll stick with you three.” What wasn’t he telling her?

  “No way. With you around, we won’t be doing our best.” Curt shook his head, reaffirming what he’d said. “Besides, we’re splitting up, too.”

  “This is bullshit. Why don’t you want me to go with you?”

  “He told you, sugar. We can’t have you with us, especially with only one of us. We’ll lose control. And you can’t go alone. We don’t have time to go searching for you, too.”

  She scowled, worry mixing with frustration. “I’ll keep your paws off me and I won’t get lost. What you’re saying isn’t making any sense. What’s the real reason you don’t want me along?”

  They didn’t speak. At least not right away.

  “Tell me, damn it.”

  “Because we don’t think Evie’s lost.”

  She stared at Eric, trying to understand. “You don’t think she’s lost? Then what do you think happened? Why else would a little girl disappear?”

  Again, they didn’t answer. She drew in a quick breath. “You think someone took her, don’t you?”

  The sadness in her heart shone on their faces. “Yeah. We do.” Curt hardened his expression, becoming stoic. “And we don’t want anything to happen to you.”

  “If someone took her, they’re a child kidnapper. He wouldn’t take a grown woman. Plus, I know I can’t be the only woman joining in the search.”

  “You’re right about both. But you don’t know who might be involved. Unlike other women in Fate, you don’t have the necessary skills to protect yourself.” Dane shrugged as the other two men shot warning looks at him.

  “What does that mean? Do I need a gun?” They weren’t making much sense.

  “Boss, you’re going to have to trust us on this. Please, don’t get involved. Just go back to your apartment and stay there, okay? Once it’s over—” He swallowed hard. “Once we’ve found Evie, we’ll come to you.”

  “I can’t just stand by and do nothing.”

  “You can and you will.” There was no doubt Eric meant business. “Promise us you’ll either stay here and work, or you’ll go home. Promise.”

  She didn’t want to promise anything, yet they’d made good points. She didn’t know the area. More than likely, she wouldn’t be much good to anyone, much less little Evie. “Fine. But only if you come by my place for a bite to eat later.” She whipped a finger in their face. “No excuses. You’ve got to eat so you might as well eat with me.”

  Their blatant craving came out in the hungry look in their eyes. It was as though they hadn’t heard the word with in her last sentence.

  Eat me. Yes, I can be their dessert.

  “Deal or no deal?” she asked, pushing for an answer.

  “Deal.” At last, Curt gave her a smile. “See you later, boss.

  “Hopefully, we can celebrate finding her.”

  “Let’s hope.” Dane slapped Curt on the shoulder. “Off we go. One way or another, we’ll find her.”

  * * * *

  “You didn’t find her, did you?” Krystal motioned for the men to come inside. “Please, take off your boots.”

  They tugged off their dirty boots and placed them outside her front door. As soon as they were finished, they came in, tired and dejected-looking.

  “No. We didn’t,” answered Dane. “What’s even stranger is that we didn’t get a clue. Not one sniff of her after she left the road between her home and the other kid’s.”

  “Nothing? No trace of her? Not even a piece of material from her clothing? A lost shoe?” What had she pray they’d find? A dead body? She shivered and rubbed her arms to get warm.

  Curt flopped onto her couch and ran his hand over his face. Exhaustion showed in every part of his slouched body. “Which proves our worst fear. Someone took her right off that road. Probably pulled her into a car.”

  “Did you find tire tracks?” She really didn’t know much about searching for a missing child other than what she’d seen in the movies.

  “There were too many to make out any one set.” Dane groaned as he settled his body into her arm chair.

  “Yeah, I never knew so many people used that back road.” Eric closed his eyes, took a deep sniff, and then opened them. “Damn, something smells really good.”

  “Do you think so? I’m not really much of a cook, but I’ve been told I do a mean pot roast.”

  “I’m not talking about the food, baby.”

  She’d been hungry before they’d arrived, the smells of her cooking getting to her. Suddenly, she was filled with a different kind of hunger.

  She came together with Eric, pulling him to her and crushing her mouth against his. His arms wrapped her in a steel grip, his hand sliding down to cup her ass. She moaned as she yanked his T-shirt out of his jeans then pulled it over his head. His amber-spotted gaze met hers.

  Another set of hands began sliding the straps of her sundress off her shoulders. The thin material fell to her bare feet. The intake of air, the low groans were what she’d expected. She’d planned as much when she’d decided not to wear panties or a bra. But the growls startled her.

  She had no time to look around for the kind of animal that would’ve made those sounds. Instead, Curt picked her up, and in one smooth motion, had her flat on her back on the couch.

  The three of them stood over her, mountainous men in both height and strength. Never taking the eyes off her, they undressed. Massive chests were exposed, bringing an itch in her fingertips to touch them. Hard muscles flexed as they continued with their jeans, tugging belts out of the jean loops to toss them away. Her pulse picked up speed as they shoved their jeans lower. Abdomens that were made of flesh, but could’ve been made of stone captured her attention. Yet her attention couldn’t stay on the smooth, muscled abs for long. Not when the dark curls below beckoned her.

  Fuck a duck, but they’re hot. And hung. Lord, how they’re hung.

  They moved closer, kicking her pulse up an even higher rate of speed. Her body ached for their touches, her pussy wetting in anticipation. She spread her legs, ready to accept a cock as soon as they gave it to her.

  Instead, Dane bent over, and clutching a hunk of her hair, jerked her upward. Her lips parted, ready to feel his mouth on hers.

  “No, sugar, I’m not going to kiss your mouth. I want to kiss another part of you.”

  She let out a small yelp as he forced her to sit up then kept her moving until she was on her hands and knees. Still clutching her hair, he got on the couch behind her. His hand slipped over her butt cheek and spread her cheeks as his fingers found their way to her dark hole. She gasped as they plunged inside her.

  “Getting you re
ady, sugar. Just take it easy.”

  “While he’s doing that…” Eric sat in front of her, then eased his way underneath her body.

  She stretched over his wide form, her hand finding their way to his rock-hard abdomen. Supporting herself with one hand, she cupped his balls then slipped her hand along his length.

  “Suck him, boss.” Curt stood next to them, his gaze darting from one part of her to another as his cousins readied her. He held his cock, slowly running his hand up and down the shaft.

  She slipped Eric’s cock in her mouth and let out a satisfied moan. He tasted musky, warm and wet, his tantalizing scent searing her nostrils. She’d never forget the aroma.

  Dane’s finger worked in and out of her asshole, scissoring until her muscles gave into his demands. When his mouth and tongue joined his fingers, she sucked in hard, jolted by the sudden addition.

  “Easy, baby, don’t let what Dane’s doing get your mind off sucking my cock. Yeah, that’s it. Watch the teeth, though.”

  Eric grabbed her legs, then put his mouth to her pussy. Her instant reaction flooded her pussy. The noises of his sucking were loud and clear. Her legs trembled as an orgasm rushed outward weakening her limbs.

  “I’ve got to get in on this.” Curt hoisted his body onto the back of the deep couch and sat down, pointing his cock straight at her head. “Suck on me, boss. Eric shouldn’t get to have both ends of you.”

  A groan from Eric came and went as she held on to his cock, but put her mouth to work on Curt’s cock. Curt leaned forward, his arm slipping around to help steady her.

  Her body sang as they played with her. Dane’s mouth and fingers loosened her dark hole. Eric’s mouth, tongue, and teeth tortured her pussy, biting, sucking, whipping around her aching clit. Curt played with her breasts as he moved his hips back and forth, helping her pleasure him.

  “You’re loose enough, sugar.” Dane positioned his cock at her asshole. “I’m going to enjoy this big time.”

  She let out a cry that flowed over Curt’s cock as Dane slid his cock inside her anus. The quick flash of pain was gone in a few moments, leaving behind it a wonderful friction that met in her abdomen and mixed with the heat in her pussy. Eric clamped onto her legs, pulling her down as he shoved his face against her, eating her like a starving man would eat a feast.

  Caressing her cheek, Curt eased his cock away. “Thanks for getting her primed, cousin, but I’ll take it from here.” Jumping off the couch, he grabbed Eric’s leg and jerked him away from her.

  “Fuckin’ A, man,” complained Eric. He came up ready to fight, but Curt just laughed and shoved him back.

  She bent lower, offering Dane the option to go farther, deeper. “Curt, please.”

  “See there? She’s begging for me.” Curt chuckled, then took her by the arms and pulled her away from Dane. He sat down then lifted her on top of him. His cock thrust inside her as he lowered her onto his lap.

  Her hair danced around her shoulders as Curt pounded into her, bouncing her. Dane kissed her on the shoulder then, positioning his cock at her dark hole again, shoved it inside her. She moaned then took Curt’s hands and covered her breasts with them.

  They shoved their cocks into her hard and long. The air thickened with the scent of their sex. As she met Curt’s amber-flecked gaze, the only thing she could do was to hold on to his shoulders and tighten her muscles, holding them in, doing her best to keep them inside her.

  With her breath getting pounded out in bursts, she turned to find the other man in her life. “Eric?”

  “Don’t worry about me, baby. I’m enjoying the hell out of this.”

  * * * *

  As much as Eric wanted his cock inside her, he had to admit that watching his brother and cousin fuck Krystal was almost as good. They’d been exhausted when they’d arrived, but one look at her, one sniff of her sexy scent had invigorated them.

  Damn, but she was amazing. Her body was a work of art, a celebration of the female form. Curves ran into more curves. Hers was a womanly body, not a stick figure with boobs. Her breasts, full and ripe, bounced enticingly with each of Curt’s thrusts. Her ass cheeks jiggled temptingly each time Dane slammed his cock into her asshole. The sounds of their sex filled the room, a slapping wet noise that made him ache to make his own sounds with her.

  They’d found their mate. Thanks to fate or Fate or whatever the hell anyone believed in. As far as he was concerned, it no longer mattered. They’d gotten lucky.

  He could tell the moment the climax took her. The sudden inhale of breath. The lift of her chin, her closed eyes looking toward the ceiling. The tremble that ran through her.

  If the men who had brought her that orgasm hadn’t come in the next moment, he would’ve taken her away from them anyway. They growled out their releases, Dane pulling out of her as Curt clutched her neck and yanked her parted lips to his mouth.

  What would it be like to kiss her as a climax racked her body? Would he be able to taste her muffled cry? Would he feel the tremble of her body?

  He couldn’t wait another moment to find out.

  Lifting her away from Curt, he brought her to the floor with him. Her eyes, lust-clouded yet full of emotion met his as he settled her on her back, spread her legs, and rammed his cock deep inside her warm, wet haven. Her eyes widened and her lips pouted in a silent mewl. Slamming into her again, and again, and again, he watched as her breasts jiggled. Catching one in his hand, he brought his mouth to hers and kissed her. Deeply. Forever. Waiting.

  She puffed short blasts of air into his mouth, but he didn’t let her break the kiss. Instead, his tongue played with hers, tasted the inside of her cheeks. Her body was taking his as he was taking hers, his own release building until he was sure it would burst out of him so hard it would hurt both of them.

  He wanted to keep going, to savor their bodies uniting, but, in the end, he had waited too long. As he pounded into her once, then again, his body betrayed him, stiffening as his balls drew up. But he wouldn’t give up the precious kiss.

  When she turned her orgasm free, he knew it. The sound of her cry broke into his mouth. Keeping the kiss going, he felt the rush of her breath, the tensing of her body a moment before she exploded.

  Together, blissfully, sinfully, they came together, bodies, souls and climaxes joined. When at last he could stay upright no longer, he fell to her side.

  “Well, fuck a duck.”

  He took her chin and turned her face toward his. Dane and Curt, as intent as he was, watched and waited for her reaction.

  “What does ‘fuck a duck’ mean, anyway?”

  She smiled the smile of a temptress who has subdued her conquest. “Anything you want it to mean.”

  “What does it mean right now?” he asked, loving the way her mouth moved to form words.

  “It means, damn but that was good.”

  He smiled back and heard Dane’s and Curt’s chuckles. “Yeah. Fuck a duck.”

  * * * *

  Krystal sat back, enjoying the groans of the men. Their groans after eating the pot roast were different than the groans they’d made during sex, but they still had an earthy, animal-like quality to them. “So I guess the food was okay?”

  Curt leaned back in his chair. “Too good. I didn’t plan on eating this much.”

  Dane popped another roll into his mouth and talked with his mouth full. “Damn good. Not sure I’ll be much good when we head back to the search. I’m too stuffed to move.”

  Eric took another long drink of his beer, then smothered a belch. “Sorry. This was amazing. I thought you said you couldn’t cook.”

  “I don’t. Not really. This is the best thing I make.” She’d never cared before if anyone liked her cooking, but she enjoyed their praises.

  “You should make it every night,” suggested Dane as he stretched his arms above his head.

  “Oh, no, you don’t. I’m not slaving in a kitchen every night.”

  “Then it’s a damn shame.” Curt started to help himself for
more of the pot roast then shook his head. “I get what you mean, but it’s still a damn shame.”

  “Maybe once a week,” she offered. “For Sunday dinner.”

  “Sounds good to me.” Eric rested his forearms on the table, getting as close to her as he could since he sat opposite to her. “Does this mean you’ll come and live with us?”

  His question stunned her. “Live with you? Where did that come from?” Still, hadn’t she hoped for the same? Dared to even expect them to ask?

  They seemed sincerely surprised by her question. Looking at the other two, Curt answered her, his voice calm, yet intense. “We told you that you were ours, didn’t we?”

  If they’d meant everything they’d said—and she knew they had— why hadn’t she expected them to ask? Yet she’d assumed questions of living together would come later, after they’d dated a while.

  “Yes. But I’m not sure I understood what that meant. Even now I’m not sure.”

  Dane and Curt scooted their chairs closer to hers. Eric leaned even farther over the table.

  “It means what you think it means. It means you’re our mate and we’re yours.” Eric continued, eagerness lining his tone. “It means you have our hearts to do with as you want.”

  “It means we want you to move into our home and make it yours,” added Dane. He glanced at the others. “Okay, I’ll be the first one to say it. It means we love you, Krystal. Now, forever, for always.”

  Tears sprang to her eyes. Although she’d dreamed of a becoming a star, that dream hadn’t been the right dream. Instead, she’d found a better one. “You want me to be your wife, right?”

  “Exactly. Our wife, our mate, our lover.” Curt put his hand on top of hers. “We want you to be the mother of our children.”

  “Children.” She’d thought about children. Didn’t most women? Yet she’d never dwelled on the idea. If she’d let herself think about children and then never had a child, it would’ve broken her heart.

  “Do you want children, sugar?”

  She answered truthfully, now that it was a real possibility. “Yes. Dozens.”