by Anya Nowlan
Should I be letting them do this? she asked herself, just as she raised her hips so Prowler could pull off her sweatpants.
She hadn’t been anywhere near ready yet to go to work, slouching around her private quarters in a pair of sweatpants and a baggy old tee and no make-up. But neither Price nor Prowler seemed to care one bit and when she was completely naked before them, her tan skin uncovered and her honey-caramel hair falling over her shoulders, they looked at her like a piece of art.
The smile that crossed her lips was as genuine as the affection in their eyes. Right then and there, she decided that she’d tell them everything. Just as soon as they were done with their little interlude.
If we can find a way to be together on a mission like this, then I’m sure we can work things out with the babies…
Prowler shucked off his pants and the green in his eyes flashed golden for a moment as he pushed her further back on the bed. He parted her legs with his strong hands and when his tongue lapped over her pussy for the first time, every single rational thought left Amy’s head immediately.
There would be plenty of time for reason later. Right now, it was only time for enjoyment.
She whimpered as Prowler’s mouth explored her slowly. His tongue circled around her clit once, twice, and then flicked over it quickly. Every small motion made her twist and wail in the sheets. Price got on the bed with them and at first, her gaze went immediately to his hard, expectant cock.
But the Renards had something else in mind to start off with.
He leaned over her, kissing her slowly, sensually. His lips were gentle against hers, giving her a lovers’ kiss instead of the demanding, hungry one she’d come to expect from him. Amy gasped, her hands studying his body as they made out, Price hiked up on one elbow. His hand travelled down her body, cupping her heavy breasts.
He pinched one of her nipples and Amy practically purred into the touch, deepening her kiss. Then, Prowler inserted first one and then another finger into her, moving them back and forth slowly, building her pleasure. She was so wet already that she could have taken even the size of one of her beloved werewolves, but they weren’t ready to give that to her yet.
Amy was lavished with attention. Strong hands glided over her body, discovering her most sensitive spots. Prowler kept up his assault on her pussy, her thighs clenching around him as he ate her out in a way that kept her constantly moaning. Price moved from her lips to kiss her chin, then her neck, and he kept moving lower until he reached her breasts.
His tongue slithered over her nipples and in unison, the Renard twins sucked on her clit and one of her nipples, making her gray eyes shoot open and a shudder run through her like a bolt of lightning.
“Oh my god,” she squealed, her hips bucking up, only for Prowler to slip his other hand below her and keep her slightly elevated that way.
“No gods here, baby, just us,” Price growled, nipping at her tits with his teeth.
Amy pushed her head back, one hand coiling in Price’s hair and the other in Prowler’s. She’d been driving herself crazy, trying to figure out how to handle this situation before. Now, it was becoming wholly apparent that if she didn’t take the lead, the Renards surely would.
But what it really told her was that she was not alone in this. Her fear of the two of them having taken their night as a simple fling, something to forget and discard, had been proven untrue over and over again. Both of the ‘scary’ Renards had shown themselves to be kind, good men who had made the best out of life that they could. She had to respect that, and she did.
They’ll be great fathers, she thought feverishly. Even if we never end up together – because I can’t expect that of them despite what Price said – they’ll still love their kids. And that’s all that matters.
Her thoughts were cut through with the hot knife of pleasure as Prowler started scissoring his fingers inside of her, pumping her harder and faster. He suckled on her clit and her nails scraped at his scalp, her body squirming underneath him. It was almost too much to take and Amy was gasping for breath.
When Price squeezed her tits and then moved to kiss her again, covering her mouth with his, Amy gave in. Her body was wracked with the intense waves of her orgasm, making her convulse all over. The screams that left her throat were muffled by Price’s mouth and she clung to him for dear life even as Prowler removed his mouth and his fingers from her.
She whimpered when she felt a momentary sensation of emptiness, only to be replaced by something much better. Prowler pushed himself between her legs and sunk in slowly, his thick cock opening her up to him even when she was right in the middle of her orgasm.
Their bodies were glistening with sweat as Prowler started thrusting into her, reminding her body of exactly what it had been missing. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she complied eagerly as Price allowed her to suck on his cock, completely losing any sense of decorum. The bed was a mess of tangled sheets and sweaty bodies and as far as Amy was concerned, that was exactly how it was supposed to be.
Prowler’s rhythm was hard and fast. He pumped into her savagely, his hands holding her down by the hips, but every thrust was pure pleasure. Her pussy contracted around his cock, milking him, and she knew he couldn’t last long. Not when he started fucking her just as she was in the middle of her orgasm, anyway.
When he cummed in her, Amy threw her head back with a wide grin on her face. He was panting, spent, but obviously wanting more as they changed places with his brother. Amy could taste herself on his cock and the remnants of cum that she lapped up along with her own pussy juices tasted sweet and salty at the same time.
Price rolled her over on her stomach and then hiked her up on her hands and legs. Her messy hair was pushed out of her face by Prowler’s hand and when she looked up at him, she found him grinning back at her.
“You’re breathtaking,” he said, just as her lips curled around the head of his cock again.
The way he gasped was balm to her soul. She loved knowing she could have that effect on these two men, the unbeatable warriors that seemed to turn into putty in her hands.
Price entered her from behind and she leaned back into it, her whimpers once again muffled by a cock in her mouth. She had to admit, once she’d had two, she’d never want to settle for less. The Renard twins were spoiling her with their attention, hot bodies and thick cocks and she didn’t want it to ever end.
“Spirits above,” Price ground out, his hands kneading her ass as he pounded into her. “I’ve been wanting to do this for months.”
Obviously, he wasn’t the only one.
When Price finished and they collapsed on the bed, Amy had never felt quite so contented. Her body kept telling her to simply curl up between the two of them and fall asleep, but her brain was keeping her on high alert. She’d promised herself that she’d tell them and she had to keep her word.
They deserved to know.
“Price, Prowler,” she started slightly hesitantly. “I have something I need to tell you.”
As the twins were brushing sweat out of their faces and looking at her with mingling curiosity, a loud beeping noise started somewhere in the suite. It was echoed a second later closer, in Prowler’s pants.
“Shit,” he growled, practically throwing himself out of the bed with Price in tow.
“What is it?” Amy asked, confused but wisely expecting the worst as Prowler sprinted to his pants and shook the tiny computer out of the pocket.
He flipped it open as Price crossed through the suite and went straight for the source of the louder noise, in her study.
“Nothing good,” Prowler said, looking up from the screen.
Of course, Amy thought, stifling a sigh. Things were going too well anyway.
Sixteen
Price
Price’s jaw was set firmly as he and Prowler moved through the early morning ship. He had expected to either be on top of the world, or completely down in the dumps, depending on how their ‘meeting’ with Amy went, but t
his he hadn’t expected.
Just as Amy was about to tell them something, the diagnostics Prowler had set to run every morning on the ship’s security feeds finished their round and came up with results that were the furthest thing from inductive to a calm morning. They’d huddled around the large screens as the program brought up the feeds it had identified as questionable.
In stunning HD, the three Firm operatives watched as two small ships with at least twelve men on board came up to the side of The Pearl Princess in the dead of night, even as a party was still going on in the main banquet hall and one of the casinos, and boarded the ship. There were several men helping them who had obviously been on the ship before, mingling and rubbing shoulders with Price and Prowler and the rest of the squad.
Those motherfuckers couldn’t let me have one nice morning, could they? Price thought glumly.
They’d gotten dressed quickly and set the plan into motion. It was almost disappointing how their instincts had been proven to be right – if something was going to happen, it was going to happen tonight or soon after that. But considering by the amount of firepower brought on the cruise ship, Price was beginning to wonder if the whole ‘listen in, don’t intercept’ narrative of their mission statement was going to hold up through the night.
Visions of Amy, naked and underneath him, still filled his mind, and his legs were practically jelly. The last thing he wanted to do was leave her in that cabin, but neither he nor Prowler had much of a choice in the matter.
Duty calls.
Still, it made him feel slightly better that the morning had happened at all. He would have hated to come through this mission without getting a chance to really lavish his affection on the sexy captain. If nothing else, at least he and Prowler had managed to show her how much they’d missed her… even if no real words were used to describe it.
Frankly, considering that the Renard twins weren’t entirely sure what they were feeling, it was sort of difficult to put it into sentences that would make any sense. Amy seemed to be sharing the same sentiment, because while it was obvious that she wanted to talk to them about something, the mission currently took precedence.
There were thousands of people on the cruise ship – saying ‘I love you’ to one another after only being acquainted for… well, nowhere near enough time, would have to wait.
At least that’s what I hope she wanted to say, or a rendition of that. ‘Get out of my room and never come back’ would probably also be an option.
Price’s thoughts kept spiraling further and further into the dark, worry taking over, as they reached their own suites. He hadn’t exchanged a word with Prowler since they stepped out of Amy’s room. One glance at his brother confirmed that their general sentiment was mostly the same – they would have much rather been with Amy than hunting down a bunch of Arctics assholes.
Prowler swiped his keycard and pushed in through the door. Both of them were greeted by the smell of fresh coffee brewing, and low chatter being exchanged among the Shifter Squad Nine guys.
Thor was staring out of one of the small windows with a scowl on his face, and Rio and Ryker were busy arguing over something or another. As usual, it was the younger Tyren twin that noticed the obvious.
Rio’s gaze tracked over first Price and then Prowler as the former closed the door behind him, looking deadly serious.
“So it appears that the Renard twins have finally made use of the fine assortment of women gathered upon The Pearl Princess,” he joked, motioning at the missing buttons on their shirts.
“Either that or they got mauled by some wolves,” Dice said, frowning as he walked into the lounge area with a cup of coffee in his hand. “Which is it?”
“A little of column A, a little of column B,” Price said grimly. “Listen up, things are about to go south real fast.”
Crawling in ventilation ducts was not exactly Price’s definition of a good time.
It was both damp and dry at the same time, tight and thoroughly uncomfortable. There were a million more enjoyable things he could have imagined himself doing at that very moment, not the least of which was twirling Amy around the dance floor and cooing sweet nothings in her ear.
Since when do you coo anything? Price questioned himself with a roll of his eyes, slinking along the narrow bends with a hushed grunt.
He wasn’t the only Shifter Squad Nine member currently indisposed in this manner. Prowler and Thor were in neighboring ducts on the same level, in the pit of The Pearl Princess’ belly. One of the first things Squad Nine had done when they arrived on the cruise ship was to get decent blueprints and scope out possible locations. They’d narrowed it down to three possible places where it would be easy to hold a conversation without being stumbled in on by unsuspecting crew members or travelers.
All of those places were where it was hard to get to and even harder to stay unnoticed in. Which led to Price’s current predicament.
Rio, Ryker and Dice were all built too wide to fit into the small spaces and even with the Renard twins and Thor, it was sort of a gamble whether they’d manage to wriggle themselves free later. The only positive was that because of the close proximity to the engines, the ventilation control centers and other technical rooms, the ventilation ducts were wider here than they were anywhere else on the ship. They couldn’t have been doing the same thing over the banquet hall, for example.
Not that I’d want to, Price thought, flicking sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.
The whole day had been spent on preparations. They’d watched over and over again as the two ships full of Arctics agents emptied onto the cruise ship and then scattered, using the feeds that Prowler had copied onto his portable computer. Some of the men they’d managed to track into specific rooms and the squad members who weren’t currently stuck in the shafts were keeping an eye on those.
The others had simply disappeared.
Regardless, it seemed clear that whatever meeting the Arctics were planning on holding, or whatever plan they wanted to see to fruition, it would be set in motion tonight. Which all led back to why Price was precariously hanging over the main engine room, with so much surveillance equipment strapped to him that he could function as a makeshift radio station.
He checked the small map that Prowler had provided for him on the unit on his wrist. The little blip that marked his location was pulsing wildly now and Price settled in with a sigh, muffled as it was.
The next half an hour was spent setting up the small adhesive microphones that could penetrate through the metal casing of the ventilation shaft and catch any conversation going on below. After Price had set it all up, the first time he listened in, the only thing he could hear was some random chatter between the engine techs.
If he was lucky – or rather, unlucky – then that would be the only thing he would hear that night.
The microphones would cut through the rumble and hiss of the engines and filter out only the sound of human voices, sort of like those headphones would that you used during shooting. When everything was set up, Price tapped the button on his headset three times, sending out a signal to Dice that he was in place.
Now all he had left to do was to wait.
Wait and daydream about Amy. The latter was as unavoidable as the former.
Seventeen
Amy
“Captain, is everything alright?” Jorge asked with mild curiosity as Amy found herself fidgeting nervously.
Again.
Dammit.
“Yes, Jorge, it is. I’m just worried about the storm front heading our way,” she said with a sigh, motioning towards the screen running diagnostics on the current weather patterns.
There was a storm heading towards them, yes, but it wasn’t the kind she was talking about.
“It’s nothing that the Princess can’t take,” Jorge said proudly, patting one of the nearby panels in an almost affectionate manner.
Amy smiled. The way her second in command treated the large cruise ship was almo
st like a proud father, overjoyed at every little accomplishment. He made for a good executive officer, even if Amy had had a little bit of built-in wariness of him in the beginning. Foxes hadn’t exactly made a name for themselves by being particularly trustworthy characters.
But stereotypes were made to be broken, after all.
“I am sure you are right, but some healthy paranoia goes a long way for a captain,” Amy chuckled, getting an appreciative nod from Jorge in response.
She sat down in her chair and pulled up a number of surveillance feeds, the ones the ship had installed, not her private collection. In the morning, she had authorized some quick repair work on the lower maintenance deck cameras, which meant that they would be cut out of the feeds. It had been on the docket for a couple weeks now but authorizing them now meant that no one batted an eye when over twenty cameras suddenly went dark.
Shifter Squad Nine needed a chance to work, after all, without getting caught by some overzealous bridge techie.
Worry gnawed in the pit of her stomach and Amy noticed that her hands were sweaty. She brushed them against her skirt and for a moment cursed her choice of attire for the night – it was going to be slightly difficult hunting down Arctics terrorists in a pencil skirt. At least it was stretchy.
Amy rolled her eyes privately. The things she worried about really made her question her sanity sometimes. It was the weirdest things that always popped into one’s head during missions like those.
“Everything set for tonight’s activities?” she asked, filling the silence, as she watched the sun go down over the horizon.
“Yes, ma’am. There’s a limbo competition being held in the main banquet hall and the casinos are running a Shifter Pirates of the Caribbean special. We had extra coconut rum brought up from storage for the occasion,” Jorge said, flipping through his clipboard.
“Good,” Amy nodded.